The Machine Ch. 02

She didn't consider herself a size queen, really. Her general philosophy was that if a cock's size was your focus, you weren't thinking broadly enough. Any cock was a gift, in her opinion. There was always something delightful to be done with a cock of any size. Smaller penises were so wonderful for sucking in deep and truly orally pleasure in ways larger members made difficult. A small cock before it gets hard can be sucked on along with the balls all at once, and she loved the look of surprise on the cock's owner when she managed it. An average sized cock she loved to have fuck her ass, with nice long strokes. And she thought she'd had a large cock before. She had had several gifted lovers in her life, and she had been sure she knew exactly what to expect when someone said that they were "big". If that was "big", she was frankly both deliciously nervous and curiously excited to have that inside of her. She wondered if she could even get half of this man into her mouth and throat.

She should have demanded names just so she knew who's name to scream. Instead, she just felt her body tremble as his hand tilted her face up to his and he kissed her softly. It was a soft, slow, sensuous dance of soft pressure and wet intrusion, and she had a moment of reality in her mind that made her wonder what was pressing to her lips, made it feel like the warm velvet of a sliding tongue over her parted lips. It took her out of the fantasy for a moment and then he kissed her more passionately, sealing his lips over hers and she could smell that incense in the air again, making her feel slightly out of place and time as the hands slowly began caressing her again, playing with her breasts, fondling her, caressing her sensitive spots behind her knees, under her arms, in the hollow of her wrists and clavicle.

"Prepare her," he said to those around them, giving her over into their hands, laying her back into their arms. Deirdre arched a brow, giving him a quizzical look and he smiled softly, lifting her hand to his lips as he regarded her. "I want you to be ready for me, my girl. I wouldn't wish to cause you..." He paused to stroke his shaft and Dee's eyes widened to note that he wasn't fully erect when he'd walked to her. "...discomfort." She swallowed reflectively and nodded with understanding. He caressed her face and then his hand was fisted in her long hair, forcing her to arching her spine as he brought her face to his, her body taught in his grip. "Enjoy this," he all but growled softly into her ear, and she could feel the heat of his breath on the nape of her neck. "Because when you are in my arms... your focus may likely be hyper-focused on sensation before pleasure." He smiled over her head and she felt those feminine nimble fingers on her breasts again, and she whimpered. He smiled more, an almost delightfully wicked smile as he watched the woman who had led her here cause her nipples to tighten into aching peaks that were so eager, she felt like they were too large, too sensitive. It almost reminded her of how full and achy they would feel back when she was breastfeeding the kids. She stared down in surprise as she saw moisture bead up a little on their tips. "Well," the handsome man said with a soft chuckle. "Your body's wonton desires already betray you, Deirdre. I think we should do something about that, don't you?"

Dee was watching him as her body was spread out by no less than a dozen pairs of hands, as he loomed over her, and she closed her eyes, feeling the hands creep over her body, tease and please and manipulate her curves and caress her swollen-feeling flesh. She felt his gaze as she was touched and caressed for him, her moisture already so evident. She relaxed into the make-shift bed, allowing foreign hands to part her thighs, sighing as the first fingertip traced her sex and her engorged clit and pussy lips. When several fingers began to part her, delve into her hot, moist depths, they gently spread her wide, gaping her cunt for the eyes of the man watching her.

"Such a pretty pussy," the beautiful woman told her, kneeling before her gaped cunt and ass. They held her lips wide, and others squeezed her nipples rhythmically, as if coaxing them to remember what it was to have lips drawing fluid from them. She had never found anything erotic about lactating when she had been pregnant and after. Her sole thought was that it was necessary to the health of the kids. Truthfully, she hadn't loved it. She had always felt deficient in some way. Even when she pumped, it was a fight to produce much and she had had to supplement both of the kids with formula. But now... and she couldn't put her finger on it if you asked her but her breasts felt so incredibly sensitive, so full and... even though she couldn't have explained how, when she opened her eyes and looked down, another woman was licking, sucking and stroking her breasts from base to nipple with strong, massaging, nimble hands. She saw a creamy film on the woman's lips and it made her pussy throb with desire.

When a firm, hot tongue began to lick her clit in a slow, sure, repetitive pattern, she immediately arched and screamed atthe instant, pulsing ecstasy of an unexpected orgasm. Fingers slipped into her and she looked down between her thighs to see that woman with that gorgeous, throbbing cock between her legs kneeling between her thighs, her eyes glittering with desire and delight, as if making Deirdre cum so hard and fast, so unexpectedly, was the best thing she had seen in a bit. Her eyes never left Dee's as she slipped her fingers inside Deirdre's sopping wet cunt, curled a touch, and then rubbed directly into that special spot, the one only her husband had touched for a while.

Dee gasped, and felt her pussy begin to spasm as she moaned and writhed under the slipping finger, unable to do much more than gasp as they all descended on her and she felt transported into a world of nothing but sex sounds, sensation, and lust. Panting and moaning all around her. When they weren't all touching her, they were sucking and fucking one another for her benefit, as if they knew just how much she loved to watch. They took turns, licking and sucking her, stroking her, parting her legs and making her cunt gape wide and stretch around more and more fingers until she felt like she was one of those hentai girls, being assaulted all over by tiny wet tentacles that were tongues, fingers, and eventually, as the woman who had been leading them the whole while came to lean over her, pulling Deirdre's oozing cunt on that part of her body that fascinated Dee the most.

The first stroke of her cock into Deirdre made Dee gasp and spasm around her. "Oh... god."

"My name is Melusine," the woman whispered, taking Deirdre's hand and raising it to her breast, which was exactly what Dee longed to do... touch those beautiful, womanly breasts, to play with them as hers were being played with. Melusine kissed Deirdre softly, cupping the smaller woman's face and caressing her as she slowly slid her body over, and in and out of, Dee's smaller frame. "Say my name," Melusine whispered, fucking her body with more speed and depth, smiling with satisfaction as Dee began to cum all over her cock. Dee gasped for her deities again, and Melusine plunged into her harder and deeper, raising her voice to an authoritive pant that instantly demanded Deirdre's surrender. "Not God, Deirdre. Who is fucking your wet, tight, quivering cunt right now?"

"You," Dee gasped raggedly. "Melusine... please!" Melusine smiled with an almost feline satisfaction and redoubled the pounding she was giving Deirdre's throbbing quim, copiously dripping womanly fluids of arousal and equally womanly pre-cum.

The hands! Deirdre thought, now fully immersed in this scene, her brain almost rewired to commit to it, her body reacting with each touch, caress, lick and suck. The hands, the mouths... they're everywhere. I can feel... oh god... I can FEEL everything. It was like her flesh had not been this alive in forever. She was losing touch with whatever reality her brain managed to latch on to, her mind foggy with unrelenting lust, forgetting how long she had been cumming for.

"Such a pretty little pussy," Melusine again purred approvingly, using her own fingers to stimulate Dee's clit. "It clamps so nicely on my cock, Deirdre. Your pretty quim is sucking and milking my cock... did you want me to cum inside you, lovely girl?" Dee nodded mutely, trembling, but Melusine pulled her cock from Deirdre's dripping pussy and instead put the warm tip to the quivering, tight opening in at her ass. Dee gasped, shocked, her eyes flying wide as Melusine slipped the head into her, receiving little resistance, so saturated was she with Deirdre's slippery cunt juices and her own dripping precum. When Melusine saw the surprise on Deirdre's face as she sank deeper into the tight, seldom fucked asshole, she laughed in delight and winked at Dee. "I never said where I was going to cum, did I?"

Hands held her cunt wide open, keeping her full pussy open and on display, each clenching spasm completely visible to onlookers... to his eyes, as he watched Melusine with a small, pleased smile on his lips. Dee felt helpless, impaled on this amazing woman's cock while this handsome man watched them, radiating such a calm pleasure at what he was seeing, Deirdre couldn't help but admit she wanted to keep his eyes on them. She loved watching him occasionally stroke himself, almost as if he couldn't help but be stimulated by the sight of the two of them fucking, all the while both of them were being touched, caressed, stroked, sucked and licked by the small gathering of other ecstatic participants. As Melusine fucked her, a pussy lowered over Dee's lips and nose, and she automatically opened her mouth to stimulate it, her lips sucking deep on the clit, her lower face being covered in the woman's orgasmic fluid. Deirdre wanted to bathe in it. She saw cocks being stroked over them, and after she made the pussy cum in her mouth another time, drinking in the woman's sweet nectar, which almost tasted like a smoky fruit juice on her lips. A moment later the warm cunt was replaced by an average sized cock, and it slipped down her throat and fucked it slowly.

Deirdre was never sure when they lifted her, moved her to straddle a shorter, wide cock that she had to work into her body, as it spread her so very wide. Melusine moved so that she could once again slide her turgid female cock deeply into Deirdre's slowly loosening asshole.

She nearly lost her mind when fingers caressed her clit and she opened her eyes to see his cock before her, inches from her mouth and all she could think of was she wanted it in on her tongue... She parted her lips, raising her eyes, almost pleadingly to his face and was instantly captured by the magnetism and power that emanated from his eyes. She wanted to crawl for him, if he asked. He guided his cock to her lips, into her awaiting mouth. She was right, she couldn't take him all... not like this. She was so small, her mouth feeling like it couldn't open wide enough. But he whispered to her, coaxed her, gave small directions of ways to take him farther, deeper into her mouth. Even when she felt like she might choke any moment, he would adjust and give her gentle comments of praise and encouragement. She wanted so much to bring him as much pleasure as was being given to her own body. She had completely forgotten he wasn't even real.

Even as she felt her own drool and his precum dripping from her lips, and she managed to get her throat to swallow around him just a little, he drew himself out of her mouth, as if knowing she had a hard time swallowing sperm, and kissed her, cleaning up the wet line of fluid trailing from her lips, down her chin and over her throat. When his teeth closed gently over her throat, she came again in long, hard, body-tingling waves so hard that only tiny squeaks passed her lips... She couldn't remember the last time she had cum like this. She felt like it went on for hours, cumming and crying out as she was fucked, systematically, by every single one of the people there... the women put on strap ons, each cock a little larger than the last until she felt both of her tender orifices were stretched wider than she could ever remember her body being stretched before. And even still, when they raised her onto his cock, holding her body open for him as she was lowered onto him, she felt her muscles almost refuse to accept him. She was panting, whimpering, begging, mindlessly lying in their arms as they moved her, held her, kept her almost weightlessly suspended as his beautiful, strong, cock that reminded her of a polished mahogany phallus she had once admired slid slowly into her ever-loosening cunt so deeply that soon he began to strike her cervix. She knew that such a thing hurt some women, but she loved it. She craved a deep fucking that pounded her delicate inner door to her womb. She remembered the first time she got pregnant... she could almost feel her husband's cock hitting her here while he bent her in half and shot his seed deep into her womb, impregnating her. She had known the next day. It's like some part of her could feel he had opened her up and spilled his seed into her fertile little womb, creating their first beautiful child. So seldom had she ever felt as turned on as she had been that night. But this... she felt on fire for him, her quim wanting his most powerful thrusts, wanting him to part her feminine wall, to take her.

When she felt the now-familiar body of Melusine sliding behind her as she rode his glorious member to yet another orgasm, she barely had enough breath to groan aloud as her woman's cock parted her ass once more. She felt mouths latch onto her tender nipples, drawing on them with an entrancing, sucking rhythm that made her cry out with each almost painful suck. When another finger found her clit, she finally shattered in such a complete, total and endless manner, she felt certain she was flying over her own body, looking down at it and seeing the reality for a moment while riding on wave after wave of ecstasy.

She was arched and suspended in midair. There were a pair of clear tubes on her breasts suctioning over her engorged nipples, and she could see tiny splatters of fluid in them. She was impaled on two phalluses of different sizes, and another small sucking device with a textured soft silicon seal was tickling and drawing rhythmically on her swollen, throbbing and pulsing pleasure gem. She was splashing passionate squirts of orgasmic bliss all over the floor beneath her spread thighs. She could almost see her husband beneath her, his cock in his hand. She couldn't remember the last time he had stroked himself. She loved to watch him touch his cock for her... but he hadn't done it in forever. She was reminded, instantly, as several final, fast, hard, deep fucks in and out of her cunt and ass made her cross a heretofore unattainable precipice but instead of screaming Melusine's name, or that of any angel or deity she knew... her eyes focused on Jack's as he watched her, and she came, shaking from head to toe,, his name torn from her throat as if it carved its way out. She watched him moan, and splatter his cum farther than she had ever seen him shoot, splattering her legs and feet with the cum that had boiled over, watching his wife get fucked by a woman with a cock and a beautiful African American man with a cock far larger than as he had seen it all on the screen as she had seen it on the visor. But he had also seen what she had not, how her body was moved, touched, manipulated and fucked by a mechanical monstrosity. How it played her flesh, turning her whole body into one overheated, swollen, creamy erogenous zone for the pleasure of its occupant and the audience of one who was still stroking his spent cock as though he had no choice in the matter.

She was finally able to identify the now familiar smell of cannabis smoke coming from a small tube attached to the visor near her nose, all but demanding she inhale. She was amazed it hadn't made her cough as the smell had when she was a teenager and her parents would smoke it... There was another scent in the air that finally permeated her passion-fogged brain. Frankincense. There was a reason churches use it as incense... it had a calming affect that left those that breathed it in a very suggestible, trance-like state. She now understood why she had been so willing to accept anything, relax enough to accept the massive tool still spreading her cunt wide. She came in another rolling, scorching,, screaming orgasm, unable to hold it back as she stared past the visor, covered in her husband's seed, as the machine fucked her to one last, body numbing, mind shattering, apocalyptic orgasm that rocked her to the core, causing her to arch, shake, spasm, shudder and squirt harder than she ever had until she completely blacked out from pleasure.