Glancing nervously at John, Sophie twists her torso towards me, her pretty face suddenly nervous and vulnerable. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace even as she opens her thighs to John. I kiss her deeply, feeling her breasts flatten against my chest, my body buoyant with endorphins, unable to resist the promise of sweet release even though I know it is a cruel lie.

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Her deep brown eyes stare into mine as she holds me close, kissing me delicately now, her body shaking with anxious anticipation. I feel John adjust her hips as he lies down on top of her, his head and torso leaning discretely away to the other side. I groan softly, feeling the tight pain of my cock against its unyielding metal cage, the soft flesh of her thigh rubbing persuasively against my exposed scrotum. My own thighs tighten around hers, clenching as my hips grind against her, the scent of her passionate exertions compelling my animal brain to fuck her in a painful and futile pantomime of sex.

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I feel her tense for a moment, her spine arching, then sense her slowly beginning to relax again as she kisses me tenderly. My hand moves to stroke the side of her exposed breast, her body flexing, catlike, at the touch. She sighs gently, beginning to feel comfortable under the weight of John’s naked body, her hips moving gently under the pressure of his, each of them tentatively exploring the sensations of delight and promise.

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My own body pants and squirms, every sense intoxicated and overwhelmed. The musky primitive smell of her arousal penetrates me, shutting down any chance at conscious thought. The touch of her body on mine is irresistible, the gentle teasing of her sweet lips, her soft fingers on my back and neck, her thick thigh gripped tightly between my own giving enough friction against my caged genitals to compel me to continue my agonizing thrusting.

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Then the moment arrives. She draws back for a second, tensing, her shocked expression betraying her fear as John guides his cock slowly inside her. She closes her eyes, a short whimper escaping her mouth, squeezing me as she bites her lip. I watch her as discomfort and ecstasy mingle on her angelic face. I see her expression change from anxious anticipation to startled pleasure. “Oh Greg.” She whispers, shivering as I hold her. “Oh Greg that’s so good! Be gentle.” She says, still addressing me, but talking now to John.

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I try to focus my attention on Sophie, tenderly wiping the sweat slicked hair from her face as I kiss her, meeting her intense and passionate gaze, but at the edge of my vision is John, slowly pulling back now, then sinking himself into her welcoming pussy once more. I hear his soft sighs of pleasure, my own hungry cock straining painfully as my hips maintain their rhythmic thrusting, my laughable humping only making my inevitable disappointment worse.

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Sophie gazes distantly into my eyes, her face flushed with arousal now, John’s rhythm rocking her body as he pushes himself inside her. I feel him pause for an agonizing second at the top of each thrust, making her tilt her pelvis hungrily, seeking the momentary satisfaction that fullness offers her.

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Her breathing is ragged now, panting as John’s tempo quickens. Her cheeks are flushed, her body slick with sweat as they struggle together. “Oh God that’s good! Please! Don’t stop!” She cries out, her own body pushing back against John’s as they move as one. John’s quiet grunting matches Sophie’s fevered gasps. Her face displays her surprise at the intensity of each thrust - the fleeting moment of pleasure and satisfaction at being penetrated, followed by the inevitable craving for more.

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My own body unconsciously matches their rhythm, my hips thrusting rhythmically, my cock responding helplessly to my body’s instincts. My pace quickens even as the pain of my cage increases, my primal brain desperately aping the motions of intercourse, oblivious to the cruel mockery of my cage.

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John begins to pant, fucking Sophie faster as he reaches a crescendo, pushing deep into her as he lets out an ecstatic moan, pulling back, then thrusting deep once more, pumping his seed into her again and again as he pulls back before entering her one final time, his body collapsing on top of hers in exhausted liberation.

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My own rhythm continues for a moment, my cock credulously hoping for its own release, but instead gaining only painful frustration. Sophie turns her head to kiss John softly on the cheek. “Thank you John.” She whispers breathlessly. “That was beautiful. Can you let yourself out?”