Vice has mentioned her Ruby and she has also been after me to actually write some of my impressions and after last night and I'm impressed. It was a night of three toys and three souls. Here are the toys:
Actually the top one was the Aquaman version, just for clarity.
Now, three toys equating to five phalluses, if you throw in my bent member, that would have been six. Divisibility into three seems to be important.
So, just back to the impressions. Vice and her Aquaman dick thrusting in and out of Ruby's ruby red cunt while I closely watched as Vice's breasts dangle and undulate as she pumped in and out of Ruby and they both come in a watery shower of blue vibrations.
The middle dildo slid between their two watery worlds, joining the flood of cunt ambrosia -- all the way into one and then all the way into the other -- back and forth, back and forth, the cock of immortality going between births.
The Sybian, the motorized cock, powerful and thrusting with electronic insistence - around and back and forth. A ride of shudders for each cunt, each woman.
So that left me to enjoy a Ruby-Vice 69 as I slid into Vice's cunt from behind as Ruby licked the clit. I push and Vice's tongue dips into Ruby's gem. I slide out, coated and slicked and I allow Ruby to lick Vice's nice wine from my cock, before re-dipping.
Yet, the Toy Story does not end there -- and not in a bang or a whimper.
I am but one man, but I have hands and fingers and double headed dongs and I fucked. We all rolled up together on the bed, this time with me spreading Vice's legs to get to her gospel, and as the missionary slides in, I hold the staff of rubber in my left hand and synchronize my hips and my hand as I enter, pull out and enter and pull out and enter both women.
As I write this, I realize that the comings and goings, the ins and outs, the licks and sucks are just moments. Still points in a fluid evening. Physical sensations are fleeting. The morning has come and the day dawns its cold winter gray.
Everything we've been told about sex, while maybe not wrong, at best is severely limited. There is a transformation that takes place when three come together. It is unique, complex and delicate. I feel the fragility as I sit here in the quiet of dawn. We are all still undergoing the process of getting to know each other. Vice and I have the intimacy of years. Vice and Ruby have the intimacy of gender. I knelt over them both with their legs spread and finger fucked them until they both came. I collapsed down between them and crossed my arms, so each could lick the other off my fingers. But more important than the finger fucking and the coming and the licking, was the metaphor, the coming together of the three in the twists and turns of physical contact.
Panic and fear run simultaneously parallel and in close tandem to pleasure and orgasm. The fine lines always threatening to veer off their parallel course and collide in a fiery crash.
The edifice of three is four-dimensional. In a couple, union is straightforward. In a triad, you have three versions of couples and the fourth entity, a larger union of three. The complexity alone creates beauty if the chord can be played in harmony, but the threat of the keys crashing down in dissonance never seems to completely leave.
The music analogy is apt. Playing a single note is easy and rarely will you screw up playing one note. Playing with two hands in tandem requires dexterity and practice. Adding another instrument means everyone performing has to be a skilled performer and the performance quality is controlled by the weakest link. And through the entire night, you listen intently for the sounds of dissonance, always hoping never to hear them, but always fearing.
The transcendence, when it arrives, is sublime and fleeting. Mortality, the word that means all things must end, superimposes itself on the three of us, limbs intertwined, breath mingled and we hold tight and in the eternity of the moment as we pull the sensation of meaning from our skin, our passion, our compassion.
Toys are for playing. Life is our play. And when the story is grand, you want another scene, another sequel.
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