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I spread my legs almost unconsciously, in an obscene pose. She caresses my arm and looks at me, all naked, totally surrendered.
- You've never seen a woman masturbate again, have you? - Resume.
- No, but you know how many times, while Michele was fucking me in a fury, I imagined you masturbating in front of us... for me. Because that's what we did, that's what we loved: and that's how I've always achieved disruptive orgasms.
- God, Mathilde, how I wish I had been there, in front of you, watching you. Really, I would have gone mad with pleasure. Now you want me to touch myself in front of you again, don't you? - she asks, in a voice that rose in tone at the end, betraying a kind of paroxysm, of urgency.
Suddenly unable to articulate other words, I nod my head, and I feel my cheeks on fire, a flush runs down to my feet.
But Debra doesn't give in, she whispers in my ear, in a voice arrogant with lust: - Tell me, come on, tell me you want it, you want me to masturbate for you, like in your fantasies. Tell me you want me to open my pussy in front of you, to lick my own moods, to lie down for you...
That's it, this woman will be mine again, as she was. I don't know why she won't tell me about Michele, but everything must go back to the way it was before. What she's making me do now is her generous punishment for that wretched last session of domination, when I humiliated her to death and she condemned herself with the famous sentence "I love you!"
Her voice brought down every wall inside me, and now I know that walls no longer exist for her either. I hear my words whispered, as if someone else were telling her: - Yes, please, do it for me, before me, please. Show me how much you are able to enjoy, show me how you let yourself be taken by your orgasms. I wanted it, I dreamt about it for three months, you made me despair...
Debra gets supine and starts to caress her body with voluptuousness. Her hands run through it several times, slow to exasperation. She palpates her swollen breasts, almost deforming them. He caresses his hips, his belly, his thighs. Her pussy visibly pushes her, it's a sublime spectacle of which I don't lose even a fragment. Sometimes it shakes her shivering and you can only hear her prolonged sighs.
I still spread my legs, I put my hand in the middle, touching my lips with my fingertips. Debra whispers as if among herself, in a trance: - Slowly, slowly, no hurry. Touch your whole body, let yourself be rocked, let yourself be abandoned. I've learned this way of masturbating by really being alone, with you two planted on my head.
I know how to do it, even she knows I know. But now the game is that I'm the student. Following her instructions I go looking for the swollen, tumid flesh of my pussy, I massage my lips wide open avoiding the clitoris; a very slight contact on the little button is enough to make me wince. A long moan of pleasure escapes from my lips.
- So, good - Debra incites me, who in the meantime is lingering between her thighs, stimulating herself "behind" with her long, thin and agile fingers: - I open up for you, look.
And so she opens her lips wide, showing the copious moods oozing from within; I long for her swollen, inflamed clitoris. Her right hand lingers, I can see it move, rotate from underneath, as if I wanted to taste the texture of her most secret perch.
I can't take my eyes off that beautiful body, which has begun to vibrate continuously, with ever greater and prolonged spasms.
She gets up on her knees, showing me her firm ass. She leans forward, to give me the best view, brings her two hands on her ass, caresses her ass for a few seconds, sensual, then begins to widen her ass more and more, slowly, revealing the second center of pleasure. My eyes are fixed on her ass, full, tempting.
Inwards, a sweaty red valley in the center of which dominates the pink anus and further down the vertical cut, enclosed between the folds of the vagina.
It is an intoxicating vision, disturbing even.
Debra is losing control: - I open up for you, look at him. See my finger, see how it moves around the edge... Are you getting excited, love?
She fucking called me back "love." Yeah, I'm getting horny as fuck. I wish his fingers would disappear inside.
Almost as if she had read my mind, Debra does it, with a sharp blow and a raucous moan, she shoves her finger inside, soaked in pussy: - Look Matilde, this is what I'm doing for you, I'm fucking with my finger and I'm moving it, you see I'm moving it - she almost screams now, turning to look for my transfixed look, while the palm of her left hand rubs it on the mount of Venus, with circular movements.
The pelvis shakes, swaying violently under different stimuli. The sphincter is closed by tightening the finger in a vice that allows only a small movement. In the eyes it has the most total frenzy, the freedom to enjoy beyond any excess.
Then I see her reaching out her arm in her bag on the bedside table, it doesn't seem like a random search.
She takes her vibrator, she turns it on, she takes it behind her ass, she tinkers for a few moments around the hole from which she took her finger out, while I hear her say to me: - Look at me, love, I feel so dirty when you look at me...
Then a snarling scream, a contracted and lustful expression at the same time, printed on a strange face. She also finds the energy to change position, now she gets down on her knees on my side. Between her legs I catch a glimpse of the vibrator cylinder coming out from behind her anus. She slipped it in one blow, and the scene is so erotic that it leaves me stoned, stunned, stupid, especially unable to imitate her.
Her legs folded down are as wide as possible, in order to get down as far as possible with her ass to the bed and make the vibrator lean on it without threatening to get out. Her pussy looks like a cracked receptacle, her lips are full, prominent; from the lower edge I see some drops of whitish juice of pleasure dripping, I seem to feel the pungent smell invading the room, mixed with that of my pussy.
Debra opens her lips firmly and slips two fingers down to the palm, while her thumb rubs her clitoris: - Look at me now, look at your best friend, even a bit of an enemy,
how to bang her pussy - she says to me out loud - I've been doing it all these months thinking about you bloody bastards, who meanwhile were fucking like hedgehogs everywhere. I hated you, and then I loved you, and then I loved you back, and now I love you...
I'm literally enraptured by this show and the words I hear as I squeeze my nipples and keep touching myself between my legs.
The soggy pussy is pounding, like a little crazy heart, dripping with honey. The pleasure grows relentlessly, immeasurably, it seems to never end this escalation.
I've never felt these feelings so emotional, not even in my best masturbations or during sex with the two of them. This is a great comeback.
- You like looking at me, don't you? While I'm doing the shit for you - he says to me, in crude, broken words.
I miss the voice, butterfly: - Yes, love, you turn me on. Don't stop, please.
Then she continues: - You've always known that Michele is mine too, haven't you? You never thought of stealing him from me, did you? Tell me it's true, for Christ's sake.
- It's true, Debra. I still love you. This afternoon I was so dreamy, so out of it. I couldn't believe we found you again, that we found you again. I never thought of Michele as my own man. I don't want to have a man of my own, I want there to be one, him, and him to be ours.
I tell you these things in a very sweet way, but always very excited because of your crazy pussy. We masturbate frantically, spying on each other's movements and excitement.
Like it's the first time I've ever seen her masturbate. Or the first time she did it in front of me, for me.
The charge that's been building up all afternoon is growing, like she wants to explode into me all at once. I imitate her expert movements, back and forth, slightly rotating her wrist, like a good student actress, while her thumb slides over her clitoris rubbing it constantly.
Debra is furiously fingering herself, at a rhythm similar to the one with which she pushes down the object she has stuck in her ass.
Her base is resting on the sheet and she pushes, as if she wanted to sit on it, then, when she has almost swallowed it completely, she goes up and expels it out of her ass, enjoying all the pleasure, and the slight annoyance that comes and goes is visibly provoking her.
With her left hand she tortures her nipples, in front of my eyes her tits seem to be even fuller, as if carved in the rock. But Debra is made of rock... like her homeland.
- Give me the brush. Your brush, that one there, come on - panting, pointing at the object on the bedside table - and now stick the handle in me, put it in, up. For you I want to enjoy it like a whore, a whore in heat.
I remember when I put the two vibrators on while Michele was in front of the canvas. And at that memory, there's that crazy numbness again, I feel almost faint. Something in me tends to block me, to paralyze me, while the body itself wants more, wants everything and doesn't hide it; it hurts, it's like being torn apart by opposing forces.
Without stopping caressing me with a firm grip on the brush.
Debra makes it easier for me, spreading her lips with her fingers without stopping swinging.
I put the handle at the entrance of her pussy, I push gently, but without ever stopping, incited by her voice: - Key me, come on, hold that thing I want to put it all inside me.
The handle penetrates easily, as if she was sucked by a greedy mouth, soon disappearing to the bottom of the vagina.
Debra has no control anymore, she just makes deaf noises. She spreads her thighs full of liquid, her buttocks contract around the cylinder that torments her rectum.
She rips control from my hands and starts to handle the handle of the brush like a bony one, shakes it inside herself, moves it up and down like a penis, immediately smearing it with abundant secretions.
She's impaling herself on those two phalluses, savouring every drop of enjoyment, while two fingers of her right hand are on her clitoris, visibly excited and now fully exposed.
I love her boobs, which are barely dancing for so long and are firm, I have an overwhelming desire to sink my face in them and suck them.
Debra with her free hand grabs her left breast and pushes it to the height of her face folded down. She pulls out her tongue and starts teasing the nipple, describing with the tip regular circles around the relief of the areola, then concentrates on the tip, tongueing it with quick and frequent touches. She is indecent, like a porn actress in front of her audience.
I hold my breath, exhausted, in front of this emotional bombardment. My left is always well planted between my legs, with an open palm, as if it were moving mechanically; my right is fingering the asshole, massaging it firmly, also in full freedom, as if they were limbs detached from the control of the brain.
I decide to stick my middle finger, all the way down, preparing myself for an acute pain. The sphincter dilates, letting the finger in, then closes immediately, wrapping it. I move my finger back and forth in accordance with the fingers of the other hand, which are violating my pussy, so dilated and soaked that I receive three of them all in one blow.
I'm happy, horny, obscene. Our mouths come out of our mouths with no sense at all. I'd like a nice dildo, I feel so slutty with these three fingers inside. But I'm lazy, even the finger in the ass is one more and I find it too hard to fuck myself like this. So I'm content, I pay for what I already live, for the wonderful excitement that Debra is giving me, lost in our little world, where time has stopped, or rather has returned, as in a dream.
These are the last moments before the climax, when the whole body prepares to prostrate itself in front of the final explosion.
It is Debra who announces it first: - Here, love, I'm almost there. I'm coming. Look at me, baby.
She stiffens suddenly, shaken by a single, long tremor that makes her vibrate violently, she arches unnaturally as she pushes her pelvis forward with jerks more and more frequent, two fingers replace the handle of the brush, enter and exit her pussy, try to touch the point of greatest pleasure, in the easy search for the mythical G-spot, dragging small flakes of liquid that drips down her thighs to the sheet.
I can't resist. I intensify the movements like a madman until I feel the first jolts of pleasure. I arched, opening my legs wide to the spasm, my gaze clouded, staring at Debra's pubis.
Her ass shakes with increasingly short and frequent spasms, her voice beats for me the timing of her orgasm: - It's coming, love, I can feel it. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Look at me Matilde, vengooooooooooo... ahhhhgghhhhh... godoooooooo...
I scream along with her, breaking me, opening me all up, quivering, swept away by something more powerful than any sensation I've ever felt.
Every fiber, every cell seems to open up, to stretch, to press out like it wants to blow away. I see the orgasm squeeze Debra's body, slamming her like a doll without senses, prey to a kind of trembling delirium.
We abandon ourselves to the inevitable, victims of our excesses, of our bodies shaken, by the contraction and release of muscles, by the spasmodic tension of the limbs. The second ones slip away, then the bodies' drooping, empty sacks, devoid of energy and will. The muscles relax, the eyes remain half-closed, the thighs released, the pussies soaked in honey.
The chest rises with less and less frequency and the breath regains the normal rhythm. Debra is lying on her belly, prone and in distress. I lie on my back with wide legs, crushed.
We enjoyed together, a crazy, absolute orgasm.
For long moments we barely have the strength to smile at each other, remaining slumped beside each other, looking so exhausted, as if it were the first time, immersed in an unknown intimacy, with the acrid taste of sweat and vaginal secretions.
I get closer, I pull her out of the rectum that still wraps the plastic cylinder, greased with anal moods, mucous membrane. I remain to watch the ass close up, returning as the first overbearing and perfect, like a curtain falling, as if nothing had happened, ready for the next invasive body.
We find ourselves wrapped with tenderness, one in the arms of the other, exhausted, creatures destroyed after an exhausting effort. Tomorrow we'll see, as a last joke I still have the strength to think about Michele: - You should be the one to phone him, I think you owe him that.
- I will - he replies - and we'll tell him everything.
Then, unaware of everything that surrounds us, of what we are and will be from now on remain immersed in an ocean of ecstasy and alchemy until we fall asleep like stones.
- You've never seen a woman masturbate again, have you? - Resume.
- No, but you know how many times, while Michele was fucking me in a fury, I imagined you masturbating in front of us... for me. Because that's what we did, that's what we loved: and that's how I've always achieved disruptive orgasms.
- God, Mathilde, how I wish I had been there, in front of you, watching you. Really, I would have gone mad with pleasure. Now you want me to touch myself in front of you again, don't you? - she asks, in a voice that rose in tone at the end, betraying a kind of paroxysm, of urgency.
Suddenly unable to articulate other words, I nod my head, and I feel my cheeks on fire, a flush runs down to my feet.
But Debra doesn't give in, she whispers in my ear, in a voice arrogant with lust: - Tell me, come on, tell me you want it, you want me to masturbate for you, like in your fantasies. Tell me you want me to open my pussy in front of you, to lick my own moods, to lie down for you...
That's it, this woman will be mine again, as she was. I don't know why she won't tell me about Michele, but everything must go back to the way it was before. What she's making me do now is her generous punishment for that wretched last session of domination, when I humiliated her to death and she condemned herself with the famous sentence "I love you!"
Her voice brought down every wall inside me, and now I know that walls no longer exist for her either. I hear my words whispered, as if someone else were telling her: - Yes, please, do it for me, before me, please. Show me how much you are able to enjoy, show me how you let yourself be taken by your orgasms. I wanted it, I dreamt about it for three months, you made me despair...
Debra gets supine and starts to caress her body with voluptuousness. Her hands run through it several times, slow to exasperation. She palpates her swollen breasts, almost deforming them. He caresses his hips, his belly, his thighs. Her pussy visibly pushes her, it's a sublime spectacle of which I don't lose even a fragment. Sometimes it shakes her shivering and you can only hear her prolonged sighs.
I still spread my legs, I put my hand in the middle, touching my lips with my fingertips. Debra whispers as if among herself, in a trance: - Slowly, slowly, no hurry. Touch your whole body, let yourself be rocked, let yourself be abandoned. I've learned this way of masturbating by really being alone, with you two planted on my head.
I know how to do it, even she knows I know. But now the game is that I'm the student. Following her instructions I go looking for the swollen, tumid flesh of my pussy, I massage my lips wide open avoiding the clitoris; a very slight contact on the little button is enough to make me wince. A long moan of pleasure escapes from my lips.
- So, good - Debra incites me, who in the meantime is lingering between her thighs, stimulating herself "behind" with her long, thin and agile fingers: - I open up for you, look.
And so she opens her lips wide, showing the copious moods oozing from within; I long for her swollen, inflamed clitoris. Her right hand lingers, I can see it move, rotate from underneath, as if I wanted to taste the texture of her most secret perch.
I can't take my eyes off that beautiful body, which has begun to vibrate continuously, with ever greater and prolonged spasms.
She gets up on her knees, showing me her firm ass. She leans forward, to give me the best view, brings her two hands on her ass, caresses her ass for a few seconds, sensual, then begins to widen her ass more and more, slowly, revealing the second center of pleasure. My eyes are fixed on her ass, full, tempting.
Inwards, a sweaty red valley in the center of which dominates the pink anus and further down the vertical cut, enclosed between the folds of the vagina.
It is an intoxicating vision, disturbing even.
Debra is losing control: - I open up for you, look at him. See my finger, see how it moves around the edge... Are you getting excited, love?
She fucking called me back "love." Yeah, I'm getting horny as fuck. I wish his fingers would disappear inside.
Almost as if she had read my mind, Debra does it, with a sharp blow and a raucous moan, she shoves her finger inside, soaked in pussy: - Look Matilde, this is what I'm doing for you, I'm fucking with my finger and I'm moving it, you see I'm moving it - she almost screams now, turning to look for my transfixed look, while the palm of her left hand rubs it on the mount of Venus, with circular movements.
The pelvis shakes, swaying violently under different stimuli. The sphincter is closed by tightening the finger in a vice that allows only a small movement. In the eyes it has the most total frenzy, the freedom to enjoy beyond any excess.
Then I see her reaching out her arm in her bag on the bedside table, it doesn't seem like a random search.
She takes her vibrator, she turns it on, she takes it behind her ass, she tinkers for a few moments around the hole from which she took her finger out, while I hear her say to me: - Look at me, love, I feel so dirty when you look at me...
Then a snarling scream, a contracted and lustful expression at the same time, printed on a strange face. She also finds the energy to change position, now she gets down on her knees on my side. Between her legs I catch a glimpse of the vibrator cylinder coming out from behind her anus. She slipped it in one blow, and the scene is so erotic that it leaves me stoned, stunned, stupid, especially unable to imitate her.
Her legs folded down are as wide as possible, in order to get down as far as possible with her ass to the bed and make the vibrator lean on it without threatening to get out. Her pussy looks like a cracked receptacle, her lips are full, prominent; from the lower edge I see some drops of whitish juice of pleasure dripping, I seem to feel the pungent smell invading the room, mixed with that of my pussy.
Debra opens her lips firmly and slips two fingers down to the palm, while her thumb rubs her clitoris: - Look at me now, look at your best friend, even a bit of an enemy,
how to bang her pussy - she says to me out loud - I've been doing it all these months thinking about you bloody bastards, who meanwhile were fucking like hedgehogs everywhere. I hated you, and then I loved you, and then I loved you back, and now I love you...
I'm literally enraptured by this show and the words I hear as I squeeze my nipples and keep touching myself between my legs.
The soggy pussy is pounding, like a little crazy heart, dripping with honey. The pleasure grows relentlessly, immeasurably, it seems to never end this escalation.
I've never felt these feelings so emotional, not even in my best masturbations or during sex with the two of them. This is a great comeback.
- You like looking at me, don't you? While I'm doing the shit for you - he says to me, in crude, broken words.
I miss the voice, butterfly: - Yes, love, you turn me on. Don't stop, please.
Then she continues: - You've always known that Michele is mine too, haven't you? You never thought of stealing him from me, did you? Tell me it's true, for Christ's sake.
- It's true, Debra. I still love you. This afternoon I was so dreamy, so out of it. I couldn't believe we found you again, that we found you again. I never thought of Michele as my own man. I don't want to have a man of my own, I want there to be one, him, and him to be ours.
I tell you these things in a very sweet way, but always very excited because of your crazy pussy. We masturbate frantically, spying on each other's movements and excitement.
Like it's the first time I've ever seen her masturbate. Or the first time she did it in front of me, for me.
The charge that's been building up all afternoon is growing, like she wants to explode into me all at once. I imitate her expert movements, back and forth, slightly rotating her wrist, like a good student actress, while her thumb slides over her clitoris rubbing it constantly.
Debra is furiously fingering herself, at a rhythm similar to the one with which she pushes down the object she has stuck in her ass.
Her base is resting on the sheet and she pushes, as if she wanted to sit on it, then, when she has almost swallowed it completely, she goes up and expels it out of her ass, enjoying all the pleasure, and the slight annoyance that comes and goes is visibly provoking her.
With her left hand she tortures her nipples, in front of my eyes her tits seem to be even fuller, as if carved in the rock. But Debra is made of rock... like her homeland.
- Give me the brush. Your brush, that one there, come on - panting, pointing at the object on the bedside table - and now stick the handle in me, put it in, up. For you I want to enjoy it like a whore, a whore in heat.
I remember when I put the two vibrators on while Michele was in front of the canvas. And at that memory, there's that crazy numbness again, I feel almost faint. Something in me tends to block me, to paralyze me, while the body itself wants more, wants everything and doesn't hide it; it hurts, it's like being torn apart by opposing forces.
Without stopping caressing me with a firm grip on the brush.
Debra makes it easier for me, spreading her lips with her fingers without stopping swinging.
I put the handle at the entrance of her pussy, I push gently, but without ever stopping, incited by her voice: - Key me, come on, hold that thing I want to put it all inside me.
The handle penetrates easily, as if she was sucked by a greedy mouth, soon disappearing to the bottom of the vagina.
Debra has no control anymore, she just makes deaf noises. She spreads her thighs full of liquid, her buttocks contract around the cylinder that torments her rectum.
She rips control from my hands and starts to handle the handle of the brush like a bony one, shakes it inside herself, moves it up and down like a penis, immediately smearing it with abundant secretions.
She's impaling herself on those two phalluses, savouring every drop of enjoyment, while two fingers of her right hand are on her clitoris, visibly excited and now fully exposed.
I love her boobs, which are barely dancing for so long and are firm, I have an overwhelming desire to sink my face in them and suck them.
Debra with her free hand grabs her left breast and pushes it to the height of her face folded down. She pulls out her tongue and starts teasing the nipple, describing with the tip regular circles around the relief of the areola, then concentrates on the tip, tongueing it with quick and frequent touches. She is indecent, like a porn actress in front of her audience.
I hold my breath, exhausted, in front of this emotional bombardment. My left is always well planted between my legs, with an open palm, as if it were moving mechanically; my right is fingering the asshole, massaging it firmly, also in full freedom, as if they were limbs detached from the control of the brain.
I decide to stick my middle finger, all the way down, preparing myself for an acute pain. The sphincter dilates, letting the finger in, then closes immediately, wrapping it. I move my finger back and forth in accordance with the fingers of the other hand, which are violating my pussy, so dilated and soaked that I receive three of them all in one blow.
I'm happy, horny, obscene. Our mouths come out of our mouths with no sense at all. I'd like a nice dildo, I feel so slutty with these three fingers inside. But I'm lazy, even the finger in the ass is one more and I find it too hard to fuck myself like this. So I'm content, I pay for what I already live, for the wonderful excitement that Debra is giving me, lost in our little world, where time has stopped, or rather has returned, as in a dream.
These are the last moments before the climax, when the whole body prepares to prostrate itself in front of the final explosion.
It is Debra who announces it first: - Here, love, I'm almost there. I'm coming. Look at me, baby.
She stiffens suddenly, shaken by a single, long tremor that makes her vibrate violently, she arches unnaturally as she pushes her pelvis forward with jerks more and more frequent, two fingers replace the handle of the brush, enter and exit her pussy, try to touch the point of greatest pleasure, in the easy search for the mythical G-spot, dragging small flakes of liquid that drips down her thighs to the sheet.
I can't resist. I intensify the movements like a madman until I feel the first jolts of pleasure. I arched, opening my legs wide to the spasm, my gaze clouded, staring at Debra's pubis.
Her ass shakes with increasingly short and frequent spasms, her voice beats for me the timing of her orgasm: - It's coming, love, I can feel it. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Look at me Matilde, vengooooooooooo... ahhhhgghhhhh... godoooooooo...
I scream along with her, breaking me, opening me all up, quivering, swept away by something more powerful than any sensation I've ever felt.
Every fiber, every cell seems to open up, to stretch, to press out like it wants to blow away. I see the orgasm squeeze Debra's body, slamming her like a doll without senses, prey to a kind of trembling delirium.
We abandon ourselves to the inevitable, victims of our excesses, of our bodies shaken, by the contraction and release of muscles, by the spasmodic tension of the limbs. The second ones slip away, then the bodies' drooping, empty sacks, devoid of energy and will. The muscles relax, the eyes remain half-closed, the thighs released, the pussies soaked in honey.
The chest rises with less and less frequency and the breath regains the normal rhythm. Debra is lying on her belly, prone and in distress. I lie on my back with wide legs, crushed.
We enjoyed together, a crazy, absolute orgasm.
For long moments we barely have the strength to smile at each other, remaining slumped beside each other, looking so exhausted, as if it were the first time, immersed in an unknown intimacy, with the acrid taste of sweat and vaginal secretions.
I get closer, I pull her out of the rectum that still wraps the plastic cylinder, greased with anal moods, mucous membrane. I remain to watch the ass close up, returning as the first overbearing and perfect, like a curtain falling, as if nothing had happened, ready for the next invasive body.
We find ourselves wrapped with tenderness, one in the arms of the other, exhausted, creatures destroyed after an exhausting effort. Tomorrow we'll see, as a last joke I still have the strength to think about Michele: - You should be the one to phone him, I think you owe him that.
- I will - he replies - and we'll tell him everything.
Then, unaware of everything that surrounds us, of what we are and will be from now on remain immersed in an ocean of ecstasy and alchemy until we fall asleep like stones.
