Michelle and Rick coordinated their movements and started the rhythmic thrusts gently at first and then slowly increasing the speed. The action was starting to create a rhythmic squishing sound due to the rubbing of the penises against her lubricated inner walls.
“You are right. I have never felt such pleasure before,” she cried.
“How are the temperature and vibrations settings working for you on your instrument?” he asked.
Michelle replied, “I am constantly playing with the settings and I like the variations.”
Soon both were moaning and squealing with pleasure. Anyone walking on the grounds below outside the hotel could easily witness the action going on the second floor balcony. But neither participant cared.
They were so immersed in their world of pleasure that they did not hear the sliding door of their neighboring suite 217 open. A tall man in his early twenties with a body builder’s physique was standing on his balcony watching Michelle and Rick in action.
He shouted, “Hey, you there! That’s no way to fuck a lady. Why don’t you fuck her pussy like normal people do, huh? She is doing all the hard work with that machine of hers.”
He had a strong German accent.
“Oh-oh, I sense trouble,” whispered Michelle, “Just try to ignore the asshole, him I mean, not mine!”
The man with the German accent continued, “I will show you how to fuck a woman. Hey Heidi, come over here!”
The man was wearing underwear and he pulled out his cock through the flap proudly as if getting ready to fuck whoever he called Heidi.
At that time, they heard some commotion in 217. The man with the German accent went in. There appeared to be some shouting going on inside and they heard male voices. Rick was continuing his fucking of Michelle’s delicious bottom and was almost reaching the point of no return even though he wanted to stop and assess what was going on next door. Only then did he notice that Michelle had switched off her magic dildo and had removed it from her pussy.
“The jerk is gone,” said Rick, “You can relax now and put the thing back in your vagina.”
Michelle hesitated for a moment, took a few long, deep breaths and reinserted the dildo gently back in her pussy and switched it back on. After a while, she started moaning.
Then she said, “My arm is getting tired. Will you have the honors of operating this machinery?”
“Gladly,” he said taking over the reins.
He noticed that bottom of the dildo was already wet, slippery and shiny from her PLF and the copious amount of cream he had shoved up her pussy. Since now he was in control of the movement of his own cock as well as the artificial cock, he did the synchronizing job a lot better. When both crowns touched each other, he would perform a gyrating action on both his cock and the dildo. This brought a shriek of joy from Michelle who started howling every time the meeting of the two dicks across her thin membrane separating her vagina from her ass took place.
“I am coming,” she cried. Her hips convulsed and she collapsed in utter glee. Rick came soon after, spewing molten semen into Michelle’s ass and yelling in ecstasy.
Michelle was panting and she continued to hold the wooden rail for support. Rick pulled out his cock and the dildo simultaneously. Meanwhile, a combination of Rick’s semen and the lotion he had pushed up her ass (now warm and more fluid) was oozing out of her butt hole and wanting to drip on to the floor. Some of the lotion and her PLF (Pussy Lubricating Fluid) were also dripping from her pussy and pubic mound although in much lesser quantity. Rick went inside and gathered a glass cup generously provided by the resort and parked it under her dripping asshole.
“It is a funny feeling stuff dripping through my ass hole, although I suppose it is not much different when you have diarrhea. I will squeeze as much as I can,” she offered.
More stuff came out of her ass as she squeezed. From the front emerged the rest of the liquid which Rick wiped. He also wiped her ass as well as his penis with a tissue. The cup had collected about a teaspoon of liquid. He took the cup in and placed it on the table in the bedroom.
Michelle rose up from her position in the balcony and came to the bedroom. It was two o’clock by then, too late to go to the lunch buffet. Besides, neither was that hungry. They plopped naked on the bed for a siesta.
—continued in Part IV