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The Snowglobe Conspiracy #002: Slow Motion Blackout

Hanging over the edge...

When my conscious mind returns to the experience at hand, I am pleased that I allowed myself a bit of distraction. I am still as hard as granite, and now I am ready for more. It’s more than apparent that they are too. Emily’s mouth might actually be watering as she looks longingly at my the tip of my cock. She moves toward it as the moth to the lantern.

At the moment she puts it in her mouth, my eyes roll backward into darkness. The second when I know by her hot breath that she has enveloped me, but her tongue has not yet touched me is near bliss. Focusing to stay conscious against the strain of mental haze and overpowering stimulation, I draw breath as deeply as I can and lock it inside. Extraordinary pleasure is washing over me. It pulses through me, and with an inexplicable yet undeniable power, it fires me.

Xandra takes my balls in her mouth. She expertly massages them with her tongue as Emily sucks me off. There is no other recourse but to cry out in pleasure, and that’s exactly what I do.

“FUCK!”

The sound of my voice echoes about the maze of corridors and rooms adjacent to this one – bouncing from ceramic tiles to the concrete to the metal of the lockers and the exposed plumbing. I’m sure it was heard by anyone even remotely close by. Maybe even some of them on the beach.

Emily’s tongue glides around the tip of my cock, gently playing along the sensitive edge of its head. If she keeps going, she’ll rob me of my sanity, but as far as I’m concerned, its hers. Well, theirs. They are earning it. This or whatever they want from me. I want whatever they’ll give me. I’m not fighting it anymore… I just can’t. This feels too good.

A tingling inside me permeates my core, then my limbs, my spine, my scalp. I am on fire. I am electric, surrounded by sharp pins that prick me harder with each movement. Attempting escape would be like struggling against quicksand – it only accelerates the inevitable.

Just when I think I am going to explode, Emily stops what she is doing and backs off. At first I think Xandra is going to take over, and I’ll blow what I’m sure will be an enormous load into her mouth instead. Of course, that would be fine too. Whatever is happening takes a second, and I am able to catch my breath a bit. Xandra continues what she’s doing and strokes my shaft softly, and I am another degree more aware. My head is a little clearer, and ejaculation is no longer imminent.

The burning nerve endings that seem to make up my whole body are calming themselves as well. It’s back to the warm glow of flameless embers. Xandra stops as well now, and momentarily, I am very disappointed. Until the switch, that is. Emily climbs atop the table with me. I see her begin to straddle my cock before Xandra follows her lead and places her wet pussy directly in front of my face. As she closes her thighs around my head, I feel Emily press herself onto me. I grit my teeth for a moment as she presses down on my cock past and forces the tip of it past the entrance of her. She closes around me with a powerful grip. She is so tight that at first it is a challenge to get it inside of her.

Emily starts moving up and down on my cock, forcing me deeper inside of her each time. Once I gain my bearings I smile invisibly between Xandra’s legs, and turn my attention to her beautiful pussy. This hair is blue too. I like attention to detail. Amused and aroused, my internal monologue questions this detail. ‘Maybe it’s an indicator of how much time she spends naked…

As I return to the experience and sensations at hand, I remember to enjoy myself, and focus more on the task at tongue. Xandra is grinding against my face. Everything about this experience, feels, tastes, and sounds amazing. They are fucking beautiful. Watching and feeling this is intensely pleasing. I want to fuck them both, I want to stay inside of Emily for the foreseeable future, and it seems that the wet pussy in my face is all I need to sustain myself.

“Oh!” Emily cries out, “Fuck, yes! Your cock is so hard right now.”

Xandra moans aloud “Oh…” then pauses a moment, “That tongue of yours isn’t bad either,” she says breathlessly, “You aren’t bad with it, I mean.”

After their brief exclamations, they return to what they were doing, abandoning words and vocalizing only their pleasure. All three of us are lost in the tactile frenzy of everything that’s being done to us and everything we are doing to each other. Many minutes come and go as the cacophony that we are making intensifies. With the rhythm of our fucking, and the melody of our cries of lust, an unearthly sort of music begins to form in the echoes of this peculiar structure. Emily and I are linked together intimately, her pussy is pulsing around me, grabbing my cock, pushing me out and pulling me in at the same time.

My tongue is flicking and flitting about Xandra’s clit for a moment, but soon I move to lick the rim of her wet entrance. This is amazing. Spectacular. I can tell that I’m going to make her cum before I’m done, and that’s turning me on even more – making my cock even harder.

“Yes! Keep going… That feels amazing! Don’t stop!” she cries, mirroring the sentiment I can’t express to Emily at present.

For a moment, my logical brain regains its wits, and despite the available distractions, it reasserts its authority. In this instant, it's hard – even for me – to not notice that I actually have some power in this scenario.

“I won’t. I promise.” After pausing for a quarter beat though, I add “At least, if you answer my questions. about where we are.”

“What?!” Emily exclaims in horrified confusion.

“You heard me."

“Hey!” Xandra yells as my tongue ceases flicking across her clit, “Don’t stop!”

My voice is muffled from between her legs, but still audible, “Answer my questions, then. It’s not so hard.”

Emily states her exasperated sigh as though it were a word "Uuugghh..." but immediately acquiesces "Fine. Hurry up and ask."

"We came in off a beach. Where does it go?"

"It runs most of the perimeter of the island." Xandra kneels lower and pushes herself back onto my tongue as she answers me, but I do nothing.

"Okay, we're on an Island," I say, "That's progress. What's this building? Are we in a city, or a town?"

"The building is abandoned, we just live here." Xandra says urgently, without really answering my question. I let it go though, because my focus is limited.

"Town... is a muddier area, we'll tell you later. Fuck us first."

Despite my insistent curiosity, I say "Alright... But first, where is the mainland."

"Don't know..." Emily says, and moans through gritted teeth as she continues grinding against me. She's tickling her g-spot with my cock. It's kind of fun to be used like a toy... Hmm. I digress.

"Well, has anyone ever left the island?" I ask in a voice tinged with frustration.

Emily responds now, grinding her pussy harder onto my unresponsive cock, "Yes, but they didn't find anything but a couple of other islands nearby."

"Well, that or they just didn't come back," Xandra says.

"Fuck!" Emily yells in frustration, then says "It sounds ominous when you put it like that..."

"It is ominous, dumbass," Xandra tells her friend.

"Hey! What did I tell you about that?" Emily's eyes light up, and for a moment she clearly forgets about the aggravatingly motionless cock within her.

"Yeah, yeah," Xandra says. Emily is obviously getting more from my cock than she is from my tongue, but she continues to try.

A part of me is enjoying seeing them fight. I've never been sure what it is about two girls fighting with each other, but it gets me. Even if it is just a verbal argument. Now I'm running out of energy to maintain my focus. I may not be actively fucking her, but my cock is still hard, and its still inside an incredibly beautiful woman, and another has her delicious, wet pussy pressed firmly against my lips and tongue.

Though nothing more is really said, we make it through a few more minutes of conversation before returning to the sex. When I start thrusting into Emily again, and return my tongue to Xandra's wet clit, the true chaos begins. Within another moment though, none of us can function in a meaningful way. None of us can really control ourselves. I know that I’m going to cum soon, but I’m determined not to do it first – nor inside of Emily, regardless of how hot and tight she is, or how beautifully slutty she is. I do want to though. I want to let go right now and fill her with a huge load. To coat the inside of her with my cum, and to feel her cum from the sensation of it.

Simply imagining that makes my cock swell to it’s absolute maximum, the way it does just before I cum. Holding myself back is almost unbearable, but I can’t tell her to get off of my cock until I make Xandra cum. Making my own orgasm a reward, I think only of hers. For a moment, Emily’s attention to my body does not faze me. She is getting closer too. I can feel the slick walls of her squeezing down on me, threatening to squeeze me out of her. It’s a little hard to believe she isn’t cumming right now, actually.

Using my mouth like this feels good. It’s been months. I can’t even really remember the last time I felt a swollen wet clit against the flat of my tongue. Intermittently I back away and catch my breath – but only far enough to use the point instead of the flat. Prodding her clit and breathing deeply, I draw cool air over her smooth skin and exhale hot breath against her wet pussy.

Listening to her delight, I grab her ass and pull her close to my mouth, then wrap my arms around her thighs and hold her there. I turn up the intensity with which I work. I am thoroughly enjoying myself here. Quickly – so she does not have time to adjust – I move my tongue from her clit to the entrance of her pussy. She moans louder, and bites her lip harder. This is incredible. ‘Do it,’ I say to her in my mind, ‘Cum. Cum for me.’

I’m not sure if she somehow heard my psychic plea, or if I had just earned what comes next, but she starts to cum. She starts cumming hard. Her voice turns higher, then plummets to a throaty, deep tone that tells me exactly what she thinks of me. This is great. This is something to focus on.

It only takes another moment, albeit a lengthy one. When she begins, I am ready. I hold her against me, and push the tip of my tongue into her, carefully massaging her clit with the back of it. Her pussy is quivering, spasming at my touch. She is so much wetter, so suddenly. It’s at this moment that she intensifies. This is unbelievable – I have never seen someone cum like this.

This is a work out. Emily is surprisingly strong. She is clamping down on my cock with intense muscular spasms – contracting so hard around me that she starts pushing me out. Crying out in ecstatic pleasure, she is apparently experiencing exquisite sexual joy. Well, maybe I’m projecting my own experience onto her, but I don’t think so.

Moments that feel like minutes pass us by, as she spasms and thrashes. Emily is riding my cock in slow motion, clenching down on me as she moves up my cock, and letting go when she slams back down. Xandra is almost done. This has been beautiful. For a moment, I think that she is starting to calm down, but I’m very, very wrong.

The seconds pass slowly as Xandra closes her thighs around my neck and forces her pussy onto my tongue as hard as she can. Seconds tick away as I begin to suffocate. One, two, three. I am ecstatic, and so are they. Four; five; six. She’s pressing my head against the table. I can’t breathe. Seven. Eight. Nine. My vision is on its way out the door. I’m starting to black out, and I like it. As a last effort, I start to play with her very tight asshole. Tight, but she is so wet that my finger starts to slip inside with little effort.

Ten! Now it happens. She screams with such volume that I can hear her from between her thighs, and I can feel the sound resonating through them. She is so wet, and getting wetter. I can taste it. I love it. A small gush of searing liquid flows into my mouth. As it intensifies, she releases me and starts thrashing about again. Now I can hear her screaming.

She flings herself off my face with a jolt of involuntary, pleasure induced movement. As she moves, she continues squirting. Her face… She’s having an amazing time. With her hips bucking like this, she is shooting the hot fluid all over my face, my chest and arms. She even gets some on the floor. The instant she finishes, the flow of time in the room returns to normal, and the sense of urgency I was feeling before returns with it.

Xandra is sitting on my chest taking hard, heaving breaths, as quickly as she can. As she cools herself and reoxygenates her momentarily addled brain, I start to moan loudly, and Emily realizes the immediacy of my need, and straining her voice in order to speak, she says “Hold on. Just a second longer...”

Who am I to deny her another moment?’ I ask myself, and with extreme effort, I restrain my orgasm a second longer, and then another. She starts playing with her swollen clit, moving fast. She is about to cum too. Fuck, so am I. “Don’t cum inside me,” she commands, and I abide.

I don’t know how long I can hold out. It’s so hard to resist. I am tingling all over, but especially in my cock and behind my eyes. The needles are returning. They pierce me like lightning, heating with every passing second. They’re glowing now. Bright points of color dance on the edges of my world. I am on fire.

Xandra picks this moment to get off of my chest, and steps to the floor. She stumbles for a moment, but when she finds her feet, she manages to stand with a certain amount of success, but quickly decides to sit.

She knows that this is it. This is the end for me. I am either about to cum, or lose consciousness. Understanding that it’s now or never, she dismounts, and slithers gracefully backward off the table and onto the floor, pulling me across the slick vinyl to the edge of the table by the hips as she moves.

The first of my cum flies straight up just as she hits the floor and takes hold of my shaft. The second shot pulses into her throat with volume and velocity, as she takes the head of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue is warm and slippery. She massages the tip and strokes another blast of cum onto her tongue.

I can feel the cum level in Emily’s mouth rising around the head of my cock. I let go of all remaining resistance and gush again into her mouth with electrifying intensity of sensation. One more powerful stream pours into her throat before it is too much for her.

Hot, white cum rolls off of her tongue as she retracts. She continues playing with my cock, massaging the tip with her thumb and pulling on the shaft. She coaxes several more pulses from me, She keeps her face near, decorating it with a beautiful white spray.

When I finally come down from my blackout orgasm, I find that her face is drenched in cum. She looks me in the eye, waiting for me to acknowledge. The second I do, she shows me what is left in her mouth, and swallows it.

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