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A minute later, when the applause is over, we both dive into the pool and from there enjoy the ladies praising us by name, telling us how excited they were. The same Elisa, who hadn't taken part in any group evolution the other time, says she touched herself and came secretly to the others, and silently, looking at us. Francesca puts my dildo in her mouth, even...
Half an hour of chatter follows, in which I don't say let's make friends with them, but at least let's get to know them better. We're in the water, they're more or less dressed on either side of the pool. They are so excited that they confess everything, the problems with their husbands, their lesbian tendencies, the boredom sometimes of days too equal in well-being. And above all their cravings, the supreme lust to enjoy it can be read in the eyes of these ladies, some are also mothers of families, almost all in their own way are nice. It is only with Rita and Monica that we are late in getting to know them, perhaps because they are an acquaintance only today.
- And now are you ready for the surprise? - chirp Elisa.
- What surprise? - The others are asking in chorus.
- If you come in the house I'll show you - says Elisa, handing us two beautiful towels as we go up to the edge with the ladder. Passing in front of the buffet I use some saltines and drink a third sangria, while Debra prefers something non-alcoholic.
So we enter the house, so different with the light from that famous evening, and she guides us in a big room where at first sight there are only gymnastic equipment, but looking better there is also a bed and above all ... towering on a table three cars, certainly hellish. I recognize one of them, the sybian, the sex machine already seen in action that night at the club with Alba and Monica. But there are two other complicated little cars of a kind I've never seen before.
We are absolutely naked, so ready, if we want, to try these pleasure machines.
Elisa briefly explains the machine. They are gifts that her husband has given her over the years, every now and then they allow themselves the pleasure of using them together, he looks at how his wife sometimes wants to get banged in front of him. Sometimes, and rarely, he has used them with friends, precisely with Laura and Francesca.
In addition to the sybian, then, there is a kind of dildo whose movement is not up and down but with small ripples back and forth; then there is a bigger and more complicated machine with a long arm that pushes back and forth, horizontally, a larger dildo. The latter is called the Stallion. All three devices are steerable in intensity thanks to the dedicated playstations. Finally Elisa, proud, also shows us a strange kind of vibrator, a kind of microphone to be placed on the clitoris, usually while the other machine plunges you into the dildo.
- The one with which I enjoy the most is the sybian, a very sophisticated model that not only moves the dildo up and down but also shakes it slightly back and forth. And then the position it forces you into is the most erotic, I can't wait to see you... What do you want to start with?
- Well, would you stand here looking at us like before? - I ask the tease.
- Of course, that's why we're here...
- And would you like to see us come as before?
- Yes, we'd like to... but if you're tired, it's no problem...
- We hardly ever get tired - gamble, slightly immodest.
- Then I'll take the small car, you take the big one... is that alright? I've come more than you and I think the big car is a big commitment and you're not too bad... aren't you, Elisa? - Watch Debra.
- It's fine with me - I mean, while Elisa nods at Debra's request.
Having said that, it's all very simple. I'll just sit on the bed and wait for Elisa to get the machine ready.
- Do you mind if I'm in charge? - Elisa asks me.
- No, not at all. I'll answer.
In the meantime, Debra sits down on the machine, presses a button to test it and, after seeing the movement, switches it off.
The same thing Elisa does for me.
We smear ourselves with a special cream that comes with the machine. It smells good. We're close together, both on the bed.
When we say we're ready, Elisa hangs up and, after a few seconds, I feel the pleasure of this Stallion's monster invading my pussy, in front of six stoned women. You can even smell this excitement, especially ours.
Debra impales herself on the dildo, then turns the mechanism on. The pleasure is immediate, for both of us. Because it's so degrading, I think this is the last stage you can get to...
The room fills up with the buzzing of the two cars, in my case almost a squeak, but immediately afterwards also with our moaning. We can't help ourselves, this is really too much. The mixture of transgression, exhibitionism and physical enjoyment is at such a level that it is almost unbearable. So we prefer to finish quickly, let's ask together that someone increase the speed. We are satisfied in a second, so the next moment we are in a frenzy, we are shaking the bed. I move too much in the excitement, the foul comes out. Elisa is forced to turn it off and on again: - That's why it's better to get tied up with this machine... - ...watch.
The light of the setting sun enters through the only open window. And it's hot, and two females are getting fucked by two machines together. And they are rambling on about dick and pussy, they would like to cum the world, they enjoy themselves irresistibly for several minutes, as if there was nothing else on earth, as if nothing else mattered, just their pussy banged by a miserable machine. Sweating soaking wet for this multiple enjoyment will never buy these depraved contraptions. This is really too much, even if now we have to go all the way. I find myself thinking of Elisa getting banged with her husband looking at her, maybe jerking off, cumming on her, telling him "I prefer this shitty car rather than getting fucked by you".
After a series of humiliating but exhilarating orgasms of which I immediately lose count, we suddenly feel the desire to swap places: so we keep coming, they are not multiple orgasms, they are simply continuous.
But the time comes when we have to let ourselves go exhausted, praying that someone will turn it off.
We are absolutely, completely and definitively destroyed: we look upset, we pray that we don't insist, that we don't try anything anymore.
In the meantime Francesca and Laura have stripped themselves naked and are taking over the sybian, with screams and loud squeaks. Poor things, after such an afternoon...
We're watching inebriated, Francesca and Laura are enjoying themselves like crazy. Then it's Monica and Rita's turn, who take their place by licking their friends' wet foul moods first. They too take over, and it only takes a little to make them enjoy it. I like the way Rita comes around. She reminds me of me. They don't have a perfect body, but they move well and they seem very close to each other. They must be totally lesbians, they're the only ones who aren't married and have never talked about a man.
While they are exchanging the sybian with great caresses and kisses, Elisa and Adele have taken our place and are getting their dicks soaked.
Debra and I look at each other. Even if it kills us, we have to have the last word. We wait patiently for everyone to finish, then slowly, almost theatrically, we return together to the bed, armed with our dildos. It's almost eight o'clock at night and we're in pieces. We say it, that we're beaten, that we've rarely been reduced like this. If we're like this it's because they've incited us to have the last spasm from us.
- So we'd like to close in beauty for you. But if we faint, you must bring us to our senses... - I end with a rather tired smile.
Debra's gonna lick my pussy right now. I'm so sensitive, boobs in my hands, I feel like I'm about to have another orgasm. I'm watching her while she licks me, almost incredulous that she can still do it instead of being in catalepsy in some corner of the room. Then Debra has in store something she rarely does, she penetrates me first with one, then with two and finally with four fingers, blatantly, like a butcher would do with a sow. And I enjoy it madly, screaming all my love and hate for having to suffer such an obscene gesture. I can't stop coming. It's worrying. Debra substitutes my dildo for my fingers, I put her pussy back while I'm shamelessly squirming, cumming the cum, until the end of an endless series of jerks, there, naked as a worm, in the hands of my lover.
Then it's up to me to return the favor, only I pass immediately to the four fingers, trying to hook the most sensitive part inside her pussy, the one that no dildo could go to pull. And you can see the results right away. Debra comes like a mare, if possible even more so than under the torture of machines... She begs me not to stop, she screams like a madwoman, we're afraid that some gardener from around here will intervene.
But nobody shows up, it's just us and our crazy sex. The same upset, drugged-out sex that's finally making us run to the sybian, in the race for whoever comes first. She's the lucky one, she climbs on top of that slimy dick of other women's cumshots: but it's in the ass that gets it in, I cling on my knees to the playstation, I'm close to her while she screams like they're digging into her belly, as if pleasure and enjoyment are carving it into her with fake dick strokes...
After a while I don't recognize her anymore, her face is absolutely distorted but she can't get away from that infernal machine. I'm the one who pushes her away, puts the control in her hand and then rides for a while, trying to survive with her conscience now reduced to a little light at the waves of supreme enjoyment. But unlike her, I keep getting my pussy banged.
They have to push me away, even the whores around were afraid that something would happen, maybe a heart attack. Debra and I sit there at least half an hour trying to recover, dumbfounded by too much enjoyment.
It's almost 9:00, and it's still pretty clear. They ask if we want to stay for dinner, that something could be fixed. They're all staying, we already know how it's going to end. So we decline, kind but firm. Refreshed, then dressed, when we are about to leave, after saying goodbye to everyone, Elisa accompanies us to the gate. Smiling, she hands us an envelope, begging us to accept it, as agreed.
- Do one thing, Elisa. Don't tell the others that we don't want money, but now you keep this money and tomorrow you will allocate it to some good work, I know, in Africa, in Asia, for some earthquake or typhoon - Debra tells her.
- No, we don't want money. We're not offended, but we really don't want it. We have done all this exclusively for our pleasure and that of our man. Excuse us - I'll add.
- All right, I don't insist. But it's only fair that I tell the others that you wanted to do charity. So... bye! And thanks again! My house is always open to you, call me whenever you want!
We'll be taking a short drive in the evening shadows, after calling Michele as soon as we get there... We're so exhausted that we almost don't exchange a word and only find the strength to smile at each other every now and then.
.
Half an hour of chatter follows, in which I don't say let's make friends with them, but at least let's get to know them better. We're in the water, they're more or less dressed on either side of the pool. They are so excited that they confess everything, the problems with their husbands, their lesbian tendencies, the boredom sometimes of days too equal in well-being. And above all their cravings, the supreme lust to enjoy it can be read in the eyes of these ladies, some are also mothers of families, almost all in their own way are nice. It is only with Rita and Monica that we are late in getting to know them, perhaps because they are an acquaintance only today.
- And now are you ready for the surprise? - chirp Elisa.
- What surprise? - The others are asking in chorus.
- If you come in the house I'll show you - says Elisa, handing us two beautiful towels as we go up to the edge with the ladder. Passing in front of the buffet I use some saltines and drink a third sangria, while Debra prefers something non-alcoholic.
So we enter the house, so different with the light from that famous evening, and she guides us in a big room where at first sight there are only gymnastic equipment, but looking better there is also a bed and above all ... towering on a table three cars, certainly hellish. I recognize one of them, the sybian, the sex machine already seen in action that night at the club with Alba and Monica. But there are two other complicated little cars of a kind I've never seen before.
We are absolutely naked, so ready, if we want, to try these pleasure machines.
Elisa briefly explains the machine. They are gifts that her husband has given her over the years, every now and then they allow themselves the pleasure of using them together, he looks at how his wife sometimes wants to get banged in front of him. Sometimes, and rarely, he has used them with friends, precisely with Laura and Francesca.
In addition to the sybian, then, there is a kind of dildo whose movement is not up and down but with small ripples back and forth; then there is a bigger and more complicated machine with a long arm that pushes back and forth, horizontally, a larger dildo. The latter is called the Stallion. All three devices are steerable in intensity thanks to the dedicated playstations. Finally Elisa, proud, also shows us a strange kind of vibrator, a kind of microphone to be placed on the clitoris, usually while the other machine plunges you into the dildo.
- The one with which I enjoy the most is the sybian, a very sophisticated model that not only moves the dildo up and down but also shakes it slightly back and forth. And then the position it forces you into is the most erotic, I can't wait to see you... What do you want to start with?
- Well, would you stand here looking at us like before? - I ask the tease.
- Of course, that's why we're here...
- And would you like to see us come as before?
- Yes, we'd like to... but if you're tired, it's no problem...
- We hardly ever get tired - gamble, slightly immodest.
- Then I'll take the small car, you take the big one... is that alright? I've come more than you and I think the big car is a big commitment and you're not too bad... aren't you, Elisa? - Watch Debra.
- It's fine with me - I mean, while Elisa nods at Debra's request.
Having said that, it's all very simple. I'll just sit on the bed and wait for Elisa to get the machine ready.
- Do you mind if I'm in charge? - Elisa asks me.
- No, not at all. I'll answer.
In the meantime, Debra sits down on the machine, presses a button to test it and, after seeing the movement, switches it off.
The same thing Elisa does for me.
We smear ourselves with a special cream that comes with the machine. It smells good. We're close together, both on the bed.
When we say we're ready, Elisa hangs up and, after a few seconds, I feel the pleasure of this Stallion's monster invading my pussy, in front of six stoned women. You can even smell this excitement, especially ours.
Debra impales herself on the dildo, then turns the mechanism on. The pleasure is immediate, for both of us. Because it's so degrading, I think this is the last stage you can get to...
The room fills up with the buzzing of the two cars, in my case almost a squeak, but immediately afterwards also with our moaning. We can't help ourselves, this is really too much. The mixture of transgression, exhibitionism and physical enjoyment is at such a level that it is almost unbearable. So we prefer to finish quickly, let's ask together that someone increase the speed. We are satisfied in a second, so the next moment we are in a frenzy, we are shaking the bed. I move too much in the excitement, the foul comes out. Elisa is forced to turn it off and on again: - That's why it's better to get tied up with this machine... - ...watch.
The light of the setting sun enters through the only open window. And it's hot, and two females are getting fucked by two machines together. And they are rambling on about dick and pussy, they would like to cum the world, they enjoy themselves irresistibly for several minutes, as if there was nothing else on earth, as if nothing else mattered, just their pussy banged by a miserable machine. Sweating soaking wet for this multiple enjoyment will never buy these depraved contraptions. This is really too much, even if now we have to go all the way. I find myself thinking of Elisa getting banged with her husband looking at her, maybe jerking off, cumming on her, telling him "I prefer this shitty car rather than getting fucked by you".
After a series of humiliating but exhilarating orgasms of which I immediately lose count, we suddenly feel the desire to swap places: so we keep coming, they are not multiple orgasms, they are simply continuous.
But the time comes when we have to let ourselves go exhausted, praying that someone will turn it off.
We are absolutely, completely and definitively destroyed: we look upset, we pray that we don't insist, that we don't try anything anymore.
In the meantime Francesca and Laura have stripped themselves naked and are taking over the sybian, with screams and loud squeaks. Poor things, after such an afternoon...
We're watching inebriated, Francesca and Laura are enjoying themselves like crazy. Then it's Monica and Rita's turn, who take their place by licking their friends' wet foul moods first. They too take over, and it only takes a little to make them enjoy it. I like the way Rita comes around. She reminds me of me. They don't have a perfect body, but they move well and they seem very close to each other. They must be totally lesbians, they're the only ones who aren't married and have never talked about a man.
While they are exchanging the sybian with great caresses and kisses, Elisa and Adele have taken our place and are getting their dicks soaked.
Debra and I look at each other. Even if it kills us, we have to have the last word. We wait patiently for everyone to finish, then slowly, almost theatrically, we return together to the bed, armed with our dildos. It's almost eight o'clock at night and we're in pieces. We say it, that we're beaten, that we've rarely been reduced like this. If we're like this it's because they've incited us to have the last spasm from us.
- So we'd like to close in beauty for you. But if we faint, you must bring us to our senses... - I end with a rather tired smile.
Debra's gonna lick my pussy right now. I'm so sensitive, boobs in my hands, I feel like I'm about to have another orgasm. I'm watching her while she licks me, almost incredulous that she can still do it instead of being in catalepsy in some corner of the room. Then Debra has in store something she rarely does, she penetrates me first with one, then with two and finally with four fingers, blatantly, like a butcher would do with a sow. And I enjoy it madly, screaming all my love and hate for having to suffer such an obscene gesture. I can't stop coming. It's worrying. Debra substitutes my dildo for my fingers, I put her pussy back while I'm shamelessly squirming, cumming the cum, until the end of an endless series of jerks, there, naked as a worm, in the hands of my lover.
Then it's up to me to return the favor, only I pass immediately to the four fingers, trying to hook the most sensitive part inside her pussy, the one that no dildo could go to pull. And you can see the results right away. Debra comes like a mare, if possible even more so than under the torture of machines... She begs me not to stop, she screams like a madwoman, we're afraid that some gardener from around here will intervene.
But nobody shows up, it's just us and our crazy sex. The same upset, drugged-out sex that's finally making us run to the sybian, in the race for whoever comes first. She's the lucky one, she climbs on top of that slimy dick of other women's cumshots: but it's in the ass that gets it in, I cling on my knees to the playstation, I'm close to her while she screams like they're digging into her belly, as if pleasure and enjoyment are carving it into her with fake dick strokes...
After a while I don't recognize her anymore, her face is absolutely distorted but she can't get away from that infernal machine. I'm the one who pushes her away, puts the control in her hand and then rides for a while, trying to survive with her conscience now reduced to a little light at the waves of supreme enjoyment. But unlike her, I keep getting my pussy banged.
They have to push me away, even the whores around were afraid that something would happen, maybe a heart attack. Debra and I sit there at least half an hour trying to recover, dumbfounded by too much enjoyment.
It's almost 9:00, and it's still pretty clear. They ask if we want to stay for dinner, that something could be fixed. They're all staying, we already know how it's going to end. So we decline, kind but firm. Refreshed, then dressed, when we are about to leave, after saying goodbye to everyone, Elisa accompanies us to the gate. Smiling, she hands us an envelope, begging us to accept it, as agreed.
- Do one thing, Elisa. Don't tell the others that we don't want money, but now you keep this money and tomorrow you will allocate it to some good work, I know, in Africa, in Asia, for some earthquake or typhoon - Debra tells her.
- No, we don't want money. We're not offended, but we really don't want it. We have done all this exclusively for our pleasure and that of our man. Excuse us - I'll add.
- All right, I don't insist. But it's only fair that I tell the others that you wanted to do charity. So... bye! And thanks again! My house is always open to you, call me whenever you want!
We'll be taking a short drive in the evening shadows, after calling Michele as soon as we get there... We're so exhausted that we almost don't exchange a word and only find the strength to smile at each other every now and then.
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