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5) The need for a man
When she calms down a little, I go near her, lying beside her; I stroke her hair above her temples, whisper in her ear the sweetest things that come to mind.
- You're wonderful, Debra, you're beautiful like that, unmade and with my eyes closed. You don't know what I feel for you: I feel an enormous sweetness towards you, an unmistakable pleasure to be so close to you.
You seem to collect yourself, you open your big blue eyes wide, you blink at me, almost astonished to be a sign of such touching words. If it weren't for her belly, with her belly button and her rhinestone still shaken, you'd say she's barely awake.
- Do you want a drink, love?
- What shall we drink together?
- Would you like some tomato juice with dressing?
- Yeah, come on, let's go to the kitchen.
And when that's done, she gets up, goes through the living room, puts on her shoes and walks naked to the kitchen. I'd rather walk around barefoot and follow her. She opens the refrigerator, finds the cans and opens them. I'll get the glasses. We pour the drinks and season them with a little pepper and salt, then we sit down and look each other in the eye. In that look there is not only gratitude for the pleasure we have just experienced: there is also the promise of new goals that we will have to cut together, as if all the taboos had to be torn down just this afternoon. It is such a pleasure to be here together, just the two of us, that everything else takes second place and each one would like to give the other all of herself.
- What are you thinking about? - he asks me.
Debra, I think we've just started and we don't have to be afraid of ourselves. I want to give you all of me. I want to go over the top. I want to take over for a man and show you that we don't need each other. I don't wonder what kind of relationship we'll have after today. If we'll never see each other again, if we live together as lovers, if there are one or two men among us. I'd like things to go as they should.
- I want all this too, Matilde. But now, shall we go back to making love?
We get up, she's always on her heels, and we still head for bed, where we still abandon each other. But this time she takes the initiative and turns, determined, imperious, towards my pussy. I open it in front of her and at the same time I look for hers. The classic "69". How many times with a man have I tried the delights of "69". Getting licked and at the same time accepting in the mouth, up to the palate, a hard dick that wants to be sucked and licked. But not too much, because I don't like it so much when they come in my mouth, more because the real fuck is either suspended or postponed to another time. The art is to enjoy the pussy licking making the male survive until the right moment, beastly arousing him without making him cum out of control.
Here, however, everything is different. I'm doing it with my tongue without saving money, trying not to leave out anything that I would like to have done to me. And what was done to me at the same time. When I suck and pull on Debra's clit, I feel that her tongue goes as low as it can and digs me deep; when I enter her with my tongue in her pussy, I feel that she concentrates on my little button.
And we enjoy it, without orgasm, without being able to say it out loud, simply by waving and shaking our pelvis without any more control.
But towards the end of the explosion, which arrives and is long, almost at a signal, we disconnect, on pain of a heart attack. Panting, we look at each other; then we kiss each other on the mouth to feel the taste more of our own, we tighten our tongues. Our fingers meet, then they go towards our pussies, to enter, to continue to enjoy ourselves while we kiss.
It's time to get my toys out. I have two so-called anal vibrators, two centimeters in diameter, which I use indifferently. Then I have a latex dildo, similar to the real dick also in size, which I use very rarely, usually when I am not alone.
Masturbating in front of my partner with that thing is a source of great excitement for both of us: it almost looks like another man's dick. And there's no doubt that this causes an extension of the desire, an erotic fantasy of the woman with two men at her service, a male fantasy of having the most slutty of all.
So I get up, take them out of the drawer and show them to Debra, who at this point was looking forward to it. Masturbating with my fingers is nice, but in our state of excitement, it's not enough. We turn on the two little ones, crouch down with our backs to the pillows and with our legs open each one of us introduces the respective vibrator. We look at each other: the wait is not long, after so much coming without penetration, this up and down gets us high in a few seconds.
We come screaming at the same time and squeeze our thighs on our treasures. But we still don't have enough. Debra gets up and grabs the big dildo, just sitting there on the cabinet. She licks it, gets back on the bed, slips it in looking at me with an air of defiance, as only a big slut can do, then starts to move it inside, slowly, as if lost in her world. I look at her, but at the same time I talk to her: - Look, Debra, now I take the vibrator off my pussy and I put it slowly in my ass. Look, look, I do this for you and for you to lick my pussy while I bust my ass with this thing.
That said, I'll put it into practice: she looks at me like in a dream, I reach her clit with my mouth and suck, while she pushes the dildo up and down like crazy, saying that she likes cock, the real one; then, to make her shut up, I put my pussy in her mouth while she pushes the vibrator up my anus. And we go on like this until we mount an orgasm that makes the others pale and that can only be the last one, so powerful and above all exhausting.
We don't have any more strength, not even that of getting rid of the bulky objects, which slowly slip away on the sheet, one of which is still there vibrating.
- I love you - I tell you.
- I love you too, Matilde. What we just did for me was the most upsetting sex of my life. But...
- But?
- But I need a man. Think, Mathilde: if we keep this up, we'll kill each other. But, since I don't want to give up on you, and I really don't even think about it, the only solution is to involve a man, to love both of us. Do you think we can do it too?
When she calms down a little, I go near her, lying beside her; I stroke her hair above her temples, whisper in her ear the sweetest things that come to mind.
- You're wonderful, Debra, you're beautiful like that, unmade and with my eyes closed. You don't know what I feel for you: I feel an enormous sweetness towards you, an unmistakable pleasure to be so close to you.
You seem to collect yourself, you open your big blue eyes wide, you blink at me, almost astonished to be a sign of such touching words. If it weren't for her belly, with her belly button and her rhinestone still shaken, you'd say she's barely awake.
- Do you want a drink, love?
- What shall we drink together?
- Would you like some tomato juice with dressing?
- Yeah, come on, let's go to the kitchen.
And when that's done, she gets up, goes through the living room, puts on her shoes and walks naked to the kitchen. I'd rather walk around barefoot and follow her. She opens the refrigerator, finds the cans and opens them. I'll get the glasses. We pour the drinks and season them with a little pepper and salt, then we sit down and look each other in the eye. In that look there is not only gratitude for the pleasure we have just experienced: there is also the promise of new goals that we will have to cut together, as if all the taboos had to be torn down just this afternoon. It is such a pleasure to be here together, just the two of us, that everything else takes second place and each one would like to give the other all of herself.
- What are you thinking about? - he asks me.
Debra, I think we've just started and we don't have to be afraid of ourselves. I want to give you all of me. I want to go over the top. I want to take over for a man and show you that we don't need each other. I don't wonder what kind of relationship we'll have after today. If we'll never see each other again, if we live together as lovers, if there are one or two men among us. I'd like things to go as they should.
- I want all this too, Matilde. But now, shall we go back to making love?
We get up, she's always on her heels, and we still head for bed, where we still abandon each other. But this time she takes the initiative and turns, determined, imperious, towards my pussy. I open it in front of her and at the same time I look for hers. The classic "69". How many times with a man have I tried the delights of "69". Getting licked and at the same time accepting in the mouth, up to the palate, a hard dick that wants to be sucked and licked. But not too much, because I don't like it so much when they come in my mouth, more because the real fuck is either suspended or postponed to another time. The art is to enjoy the pussy licking making the male survive until the right moment, beastly arousing him without making him cum out of control.
Here, however, everything is different. I'm doing it with my tongue without saving money, trying not to leave out anything that I would like to have done to me. And what was done to me at the same time. When I suck and pull on Debra's clit, I feel that her tongue goes as low as it can and digs me deep; when I enter her with my tongue in her pussy, I feel that she concentrates on my little button.
And we enjoy it, without orgasm, without being able to say it out loud, simply by waving and shaking our pelvis without any more control.
But towards the end of the explosion, which arrives and is long, almost at a signal, we disconnect, on pain of a heart attack. Panting, we look at each other; then we kiss each other on the mouth to feel the taste more of our own, we tighten our tongues. Our fingers meet, then they go towards our pussies, to enter, to continue to enjoy ourselves while we kiss.
It's time to get my toys out. I have two so-called anal vibrators, two centimeters in diameter, which I use indifferently. Then I have a latex dildo, similar to the real dick also in size, which I use very rarely, usually when I am not alone.
Masturbating in front of my partner with that thing is a source of great excitement for both of us: it almost looks like another man's dick. And there's no doubt that this causes an extension of the desire, an erotic fantasy of the woman with two men at her service, a male fantasy of having the most slutty of all.
So I get up, take them out of the drawer and show them to Debra, who at this point was looking forward to it. Masturbating with my fingers is nice, but in our state of excitement, it's not enough. We turn on the two little ones, crouch down with our backs to the pillows and with our legs open each one of us introduces the respective vibrator. We look at each other: the wait is not long, after so much coming without penetration, this up and down gets us high in a few seconds.
We come screaming at the same time and squeeze our thighs on our treasures. But we still don't have enough. Debra gets up and grabs the big dildo, just sitting there on the cabinet. She licks it, gets back on the bed, slips it in looking at me with an air of defiance, as only a big slut can do, then starts to move it inside, slowly, as if lost in her world. I look at her, but at the same time I talk to her: - Look, Debra, now I take the vibrator off my pussy and I put it slowly in my ass. Look, look, I do this for you and for you to lick my pussy while I bust my ass with this thing.
That said, I'll put it into practice: she looks at me like in a dream, I reach her clit with my mouth and suck, while she pushes the dildo up and down like crazy, saying that she likes cock, the real one; then, to make her shut up, I put my pussy in her mouth while she pushes the vibrator up my anus. And we go on like this until we mount an orgasm that makes the others pale and that can only be the last one, so powerful and above all exhausting.
We don't have any more strength, not even that of getting rid of the bulky objects, which slowly slip away on the sheet, one of which is still there vibrating.
- I love you - I tell you.
- I love you too, Matilde. What we just did for me was the most upsetting sex of my life. But...
- But?
- But I need a man. Think, Mathilde: if we keep this up, we'll kill each other. But, since I don't want to give up on you, and I really don't even think about it, the only solution is to involve a man, to love both of us. Do you think we can do it too?
