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Michele and I listened, for once without touching. What Debra is telling us is a mine of violent emotion. I'm bursting with jealousy. She looks at me, as if to say that I wanted it: and it is also a request for permission to continue.
I nod high, everyone could read in my eyes hate and love. Michele also looks at her, but in her eyes there is no trace of resentment, only admiration.
"Married after that orgasm on my feet, I lean against Gisella and embrace her, without knowing what I do. It's at that point that I feel her hand slowly but firmly pull out the dildo, soaked in my pussy cum. I'm sorry, it's like she's pulling me away from a toy that I care about more than anything else. I almost beg you to put it back in, to start fucking me again.
- Now it's my turn, you little dyke.
She's already detached herself from me, and she looks at me with those strong-willed blue eyes of hers, her red face framed by wet, even blonder hair, stuck here and there to my face.
After handing over the dildo to me, with a graceful move she straddles the nearby stool, then turns backwards, her arms dangling at the sides.
- Come on, what are you waiting for? Come on, while it's still wet with your juice.
I have a different idea: I lie on the towel lying on the floor, my bag next to it: then I beg you to sit astride me. She obeys me smiling, she puts her pussy close to my lips: a feeling of intimacy different from before, much sweeter. She's still wearing a collar with a chain around her neck.
With my free hand I touch her pelvis, as if it were a kind of sacred object to be respected.
It is soft, velvety but taut, her belly is so flat that she can raise the Mount of Venus with pride.
Then the same hand I pass it under the thigh and I approach the anus, with the tip of the middle one I barely stimulate it. She barely lifts her pelvis, in an attempt to indulge me, with a sigh.
Then I put my middle finger in her mouth to lick it and wet it well, then I return to the position.
- I'm going to stick my wet finger in your spit, I'm going to stick it up your ass...
It helps me by putting my elbows on the bench and raising my pelvis, trying to stretch out to make it easier for the finger to penetrate. I hear moans of satisfaction, then his voice again: - So love... now stick it all in me. Yes, you'll learn soon enough.
Without removing her finger from her rectum, I spread her pussy's lips well, which I can finally see up close, then I support the still slippery tip of the dildo. I like what I see. My slimy juice now creeps into her cavity and mixes with hers.
Gisella pants but doesn't move and finally swallows that substitute dick, who slips inside a lot without having to force it, while her lips open obscene blocking it in a dirty position. .
It makes me so horny. Gisella, meanwhile, begins to enjoy: - You like looking at me, don't you? I like that you see me like that too, I feel so slutty bribing a poor little virgin like you.
I feel like she's making fun of me a little bit, I don't like the tone she uses.
- You know what? You said it really well, you sound like a real slut.
And while I'm insulting her, I feel the overbearing need to hurt her. I'm not holding back.
- But now I'd like to do to you what I normally do to myself.
Gisella doesn't move, she waits curious but I know she's a beast ready to throw herself at the prey. I look at her, in her eyes I see a really hellish abyss. With her hand she grabbed the dildo that I had to leave to rummage through my bag: she moves it up and down mechanically.
Did she think I was that goody-goody? So I grabbed my black dildo from my bag, bigger than hers.
You know that it's not always my habit to have it with me, but today I have it, because I have the right bag. Who knows how many times she's done the same, who knows with whom, with how many little girls willing to experiment with her.
I have a kind of retroactive jealousy thing going on.
I see you like it, your breathing has become frequent, more broken, also because you understand what I want to do. I pull out her dildo and put it on the towel.
- Look, I'll lick it before I stick it in you.
She looks at me begging, she sees me licking the black monster. That gives me a pleasant trembling on the tongue. But she's the one who vibrates the most, just the thought of me sticking that prick in her. - Don't move, you know this is a good game.
I give her a chaste little kiss on her belly, she's always leaning on an outstretched arm. The rosy cut of her pussy is in the air, in obscene sight.
Gisella spreads her knees again to give me the best view. I see her wetting the hole with the soak coming out of her pussy.
I stick two fingers firmly into that beautiful pussy that I would like to mistreat, without much compliment. They come in like butter. I can't stand it any longer, I'm getting that urge to kick her in again, to drive her crazy. So I pull out my fingers and put the black dildo on her, holding it with my right hand. Gisella offers herself in a rough way, spreading her buttocks with both hands and temporarily abandoning the dildo.
At the first pressure the dildo almost disappears, in a single blow I sink it, as if it were a dagger. It enters up to two thirds instantly.
Gisella lets herself go with a prolonged moan. She likes it, and a lot.
- Yes, now move it in, fuck me!
Her excitement grows irreversible, and the more I feel her tremble, malleable, slutty, the more I feel the urge, unstoppable inebriation of feeling her enjoyment. I start moving the object up and down, faster.
I am attentive only to the present, to enjoy the moment, my face a few inches away from the enjoyment of this beautiful woman, who is about to get fucked by a woman who in the meantime is constantly fucking her with a fired cock.
Meanwhile she has grabbed her rose and is already tinkering to insert it slowly into the tightest hole. It takes a while, but in the end she manages to get it in, then moves it up and down discreetly. To do this he has to lean more on his knees.
It fascinates me to contemplate these two filled holes, while I take the initiative to move both objects myself.
All busy, I hardly notice that Gisella is looking after me.
Her fingers play with my thighs, sliding gently down my groin, giving me a subtle and prolonged thrill. Despite the experience with the photographer, that Anna, I still refuse the idea that my body is violated in that way by another woman, different from you, Matilde. And yet I'm there, and it's not that I'd like to be anywhere else.
If I do, it's because my senses are stronger than me. That hand that advances so decisively, those nimble fingers that open me as if they were my own fingers, that caress my clitoris with determination, inflame me: I feel a warmth that cancels all resistance.
Nothing comparable to the miserable pleasure I can give myself when I caress myself. And for a few months I was so alone.
I'm getting wet, as if the wild orgasm of before didn't even exist.
Ansimo: - So, come on, go ahead, pok me, stick two fingers in. Turn them in, fuck me, slam me!
And she: - Don't stop, don't you stop either!
I feel dilated, stiffened by a feeling that makes me dizzy. I wanted to show her who's the sluttier, but I found a good rival.
Finally Gisella sinks her fingers into my squirmy pussy. A scream chokes in my throat, I start moaning while I feel my pussy filled as if it was the first time. Then begins the inexorable, violent plunging movement, while with the fingertips of the other hand Gisella works my clitoris, lingers, rubs and rubs, like a madman.
To make me enjoy, she gave up moving with her pelvis, trusting only my ability. The pink dildo is stuck between my legs and only half of it emerges, I give up moving it more than much. On the front, however, I don't stop fucking her, breaking her repeatedly into the most inaccessible depths of her lower abdomen.
Now it's a war, no holds barred. With one hand she squeezes my clitoris, with the other she slams my pussy with her fingers. With one hand I plunged her black dildo with one hand, with slaps and obscene noises, with the other I frantically torment a nipple.
There is wickedness, sadism perhaps, in my enthusiasm, and the same strange mixture of sex and roughness I feel in Gisella. We move in unison, perfect pleasure machine, but almost like a heart attack.
A few more moments are enough, under those increasingly powerful urges suddenly, unstoppable, an intoxicating sensation of warmth spreads from the belly, rises up along the body, and penetrates the brain. It is the orgasm, shocking, far more furious than the one experienced just before.
While Gisella's pelvis also seems to have gone mad, her accelerated, noisy panting announces to me the liberating acme of her pleasure.
After the prolonged explosion, jumping and vocal, I remove the poles from the holes soaked in moods. I kiss her furrow, smelling of a woman who has overflowed, she moves only to lie down and abandon herself more comfortably on my body, plunging her face on mine, murmuring: - Love, my love.
I remain as if unconscious, inanimate rag doll in the hands of a fantastic lover.
After about ten minutes though, I recover and tell her: - You know, for me it wasn't the first time. I've been having an affair with a woman for months and I love her even now. I enjoyed it with you like a big slut, but sooner or later I'll go back to her. I'm sorry.
I never saw her again."
I'm really sad and now that the story is over I get up and say goodbye to them: - Debra, believe me, I'm not angry. I love you, as always. I'm sorry, but right now I need to spend some time with myself. I'm gonna go try and get some sleep... Then, with a smile at Michele: - Excuse me?
Michele looks at me with love, then he sums it up in two words: - You'll see that tomorrow you'll be over... Do you prefer this suffering or the suffering of the past three months?
Later, when I'm falling asleep with Gisella's pussy and blonde hair on my head, I hear Michele and Debra making love on the couch. I don't even have the strength to touch myself.
I nod high, everyone could read in my eyes hate and love. Michele also looks at her, but in her eyes there is no trace of resentment, only admiration.
"Married after that orgasm on my feet, I lean against Gisella and embrace her, without knowing what I do. It's at that point that I feel her hand slowly but firmly pull out the dildo, soaked in my pussy cum. I'm sorry, it's like she's pulling me away from a toy that I care about more than anything else. I almost beg you to put it back in, to start fucking me again.
- Now it's my turn, you little dyke.
She's already detached herself from me, and she looks at me with those strong-willed blue eyes of hers, her red face framed by wet, even blonder hair, stuck here and there to my face.
After handing over the dildo to me, with a graceful move she straddles the nearby stool, then turns backwards, her arms dangling at the sides.
- Come on, what are you waiting for? Come on, while it's still wet with your juice.
I have a different idea: I lie on the towel lying on the floor, my bag next to it: then I beg you to sit astride me. She obeys me smiling, she puts her pussy close to my lips: a feeling of intimacy different from before, much sweeter. She's still wearing a collar with a chain around her neck.
With my free hand I touch her pelvis, as if it were a kind of sacred object to be respected.
It is soft, velvety but taut, her belly is so flat that she can raise the Mount of Venus with pride.
Then the same hand I pass it under the thigh and I approach the anus, with the tip of the middle one I barely stimulate it. She barely lifts her pelvis, in an attempt to indulge me, with a sigh.
Then I put my middle finger in her mouth to lick it and wet it well, then I return to the position.
- I'm going to stick my wet finger in your spit, I'm going to stick it up your ass...
It helps me by putting my elbows on the bench and raising my pelvis, trying to stretch out to make it easier for the finger to penetrate. I hear moans of satisfaction, then his voice again: - So love... now stick it all in me. Yes, you'll learn soon enough.
Without removing her finger from her rectum, I spread her pussy's lips well, which I can finally see up close, then I support the still slippery tip of the dildo. I like what I see. My slimy juice now creeps into her cavity and mixes with hers.
Gisella pants but doesn't move and finally swallows that substitute dick, who slips inside a lot without having to force it, while her lips open obscene blocking it in a dirty position. .
It makes me so horny. Gisella, meanwhile, begins to enjoy: - You like looking at me, don't you? I like that you see me like that too, I feel so slutty bribing a poor little virgin like you.
I feel like she's making fun of me a little bit, I don't like the tone she uses.
- You know what? You said it really well, you sound like a real slut.
And while I'm insulting her, I feel the overbearing need to hurt her. I'm not holding back.
- But now I'd like to do to you what I normally do to myself.
Gisella doesn't move, she waits curious but I know she's a beast ready to throw herself at the prey. I look at her, in her eyes I see a really hellish abyss. With her hand she grabbed the dildo that I had to leave to rummage through my bag: she moves it up and down mechanically.
Did she think I was that goody-goody? So I grabbed my black dildo from my bag, bigger than hers.
You know that it's not always my habit to have it with me, but today I have it, because I have the right bag. Who knows how many times she's done the same, who knows with whom, with how many little girls willing to experiment with her.
I have a kind of retroactive jealousy thing going on.
I see you like it, your breathing has become frequent, more broken, also because you understand what I want to do. I pull out her dildo and put it on the towel.
- Look, I'll lick it before I stick it in you.
She looks at me begging, she sees me licking the black monster. That gives me a pleasant trembling on the tongue. But she's the one who vibrates the most, just the thought of me sticking that prick in her. - Don't move, you know this is a good game.
I give her a chaste little kiss on her belly, she's always leaning on an outstretched arm. The rosy cut of her pussy is in the air, in obscene sight.
Gisella spreads her knees again to give me the best view. I see her wetting the hole with the soak coming out of her pussy.
I stick two fingers firmly into that beautiful pussy that I would like to mistreat, without much compliment. They come in like butter. I can't stand it any longer, I'm getting that urge to kick her in again, to drive her crazy. So I pull out my fingers and put the black dildo on her, holding it with my right hand. Gisella offers herself in a rough way, spreading her buttocks with both hands and temporarily abandoning the dildo.
At the first pressure the dildo almost disappears, in a single blow I sink it, as if it were a dagger. It enters up to two thirds instantly.
Gisella lets herself go with a prolonged moan. She likes it, and a lot.
- Yes, now move it in, fuck me!
Her excitement grows irreversible, and the more I feel her tremble, malleable, slutty, the more I feel the urge, unstoppable inebriation of feeling her enjoyment. I start moving the object up and down, faster.
I am attentive only to the present, to enjoy the moment, my face a few inches away from the enjoyment of this beautiful woman, who is about to get fucked by a woman who in the meantime is constantly fucking her with a fired cock.
Meanwhile she has grabbed her rose and is already tinkering to insert it slowly into the tightest hole. It takes a while, but in the end she manages to get it in, then moves it up and down discreetly. To do this he has to lean more on his knees.
It fascinates me to contemplate these two filled holes, while I take the initiative to move both objects myself.
All busy, I hardly notice that Gisella is looking after me.
Her fingers play with my thighs, sliding gently down my groin, giving me a subtle and prolonged thrill. Despite the experience with the photographer, that Anna, I still refuse the idea that my body is violated in that way by another woman, different from you, Matilde. And yet I'm there, and it's not that I'd like to be anywhere else.
If I do, it's because my senses are stronger than me. That hand that advances so decisively, those nimble fingers that open me as if they were my own fingers, that caress my clitoris with determination, inflame me: I feel a warmth that cancels all resistance.
Nothing comparable to the miserable pleasure I can give myself when I caress myself. And for a few months I was so alone.
I'm getting wet, as if the wild orgasm of before didn't even exist.
Ansimo: - So, come on, go ahead, pok me, stick two fingers in. Turn them in, fuck me, slam me!
And she: - Don't stop, don't you stop either!
I feel dilated, stiffened by a feeling that makes me dizzy. I wanted to show her who's the sluttier, but I found a good rival.
Finally Gisella sinks her fingers into my squirmy pussy. A scream chokes in my throat, I start moaning while I feel my pussy filled as if it was the first time. Then begins the inexorable, violent plunging movement, while with the fingertips of the other hand Gisella works my clitoris, lingers, rubs and rubs, like a madman.
To make me enjoy, she gave up moving with her pelvis, trusting only my ability. The pink dildo is stuck between my legs and only half of it emerges, I give up moving it more than much. On the front, however, I don't stop fucking her, breaking her repeatedly into the most inaccessible depths of her lower abdomen.
Now it's a war, no holds barred. With one hand she squeezes my clitoris, with the other she slams my pussy with her fingers. With one hand I plunged her black dildo with one hand, with slaps and obscene noises, with the other I frantically torment a nipple.
There is wickedness, sadism perhaps, in my enthusiasm, and the same strange mixture of sex and roughness I feel in Gisella. We move in unison, perfect pleasure machine, but almost like a heart attack.
A few more moments are enough, under those increasingly powerful urges suddenly, unstoppable, an intoxicating sensation of warmth spreads from the belly, rises up along the body, and penetrates the brain. It is the orgasm, shocking, far more furious than the one experienced just before.
While Gisella's pelvis also seems to have gone mad, her accelerated, noisy panting announces to me the liberating acme of her pleasure.
After the prolonged explosion, jumping and vocal, I remove the poles from the holes soaked in moods. I kiss her furrow, smelling of a woman who has overflowed, she moves only to lie down and abandon herself more comfortably on my body, plunging her face on mine, murmuring: - Love, my love.
I remain as if unconscious, inanimate rag doll in the hands of a fantastic lover.
After about ten minutes though, I recover and tell her: - You know, for me it wasn't the first time. I've been having an affair with a woman for months and I love her even now. I enjoyed it with you like a big slut, but sooner or later I'll go back to her. I'm sorry.
I never saw her again."
I'm really sad and now that the story is over I get up and say goodbye to them: - Debra, believe me, I'm not angry. I love you, as always. I'm sorry, but right now I need to spend some time with myself. I'm gonna go try and get some sleep... Then, with a smile at Michele: - Excuse me?
Michele looks at me with love, then he sums it up in two words: - You'll see that tomorrow you'll be over... Do you prefer this suffering or the suffering of the past three months?
Later, when I'm falling asleep with Gisella's pussy and blonde hair on my head, I hear Michele and Debra making love on the couch. I don't even have the strength to touch myself.
