The third Orgasm
(The Screwing)
Slowly she returned from the almost ecstatic oblivion of the second tremendous Orgasm. She shuddered and trembled and gasped as her mind began to realize just what the Orgasmatron was capable of.
That last orgasm was more intense than she had ever experienced before. The contractions of her sexual muscles, the spasms in her belly, her buttocks and thighs were like nothing she had ever experienced before. Just the memory of those fierce frantic convulsions was an aphrodisiac in its self.
Still there was no respite; she had now been in the Machine for well over thirty minutes, and most of that time she had been in a state of incredible sexual excitement. Twice she had been forced to the point of no return, where her nerves had been saturated with pleasure, and the only release was a physical orgasm. Two Orgasms that were more powerful than she had ever experienced before, and she had experienced many. She had felt sensations in her body that were quite unique, and in the case of her anus quite perverse. She reveled in a sensual euphoria, no longer did she think about where she was, all that mattered now was the SEX.
The cycle started again. Her most receptive pleasure nerves were now receiving direct electro stimuli. It was building her to another release. But by using different feeling, it somehow kept her on the plateau level of the last climax, and then proceeded to take her further.
Ecstasy surged through her again; it was incredible how the Machine could feed from her, and how it knew where next to stimulate her body for maximum effect. Her breasts and nipples were receiving static charges that made her feel pleasure tingles running over and around her heaving tits. Suddenly there were a multitude of warm slippery tendrils and fingers squirming and writhing over and around her sex. Sliding over her nether lips and moving her flesh with their actions. Other 'things' were caressing her clitoris in every possible way, some hot, some cold, some sharp, some soft. But never in any order that she could anticipate, so each was a surprise, physically her clit was literally growing, enlarging, with the infusion of blood that the pleasure was bringing to her flesh.
But as soon as she thought she may cum, they were gone and the sensation changed.
She was bodily moved and then felt as though she was sandwiched between what could only be described as two very warm, very soft, female bodies, hugging and squeezing her with their arms, legs and with many breasts and many soft sucking vulvas, feeling every erotic caress from them as they massaged her body with heaven knows what. Her excitement rose as her imagination tried to keep pace with what her body was feeling. What were they that were able to caress her all over with so many unusual appendages? Just as she felt she was about to cum again the feelings changed in an instant.
Now many cold, strong hands were pawing her flesh. Mashing her breasts and prodding her waist and thighs. Separating her buttocks, and probing. Widening her thighs, and probing. Moving her as they wanted, dominating her with only these strong detached and insistent hands.
But those sensations, although very pleasurable, were far too ordinary for the Orgasmatron, its purpose was to blow her mind with feelings even Emmanuelle had not felt before.
As vibrations were applied again on her G spot, she could not help but cry out, "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Then her clitoris was again subjected to a strong pulsating suction, and as it was drawn away from her body something cold was squirming over it. Ecstasy flooded her. Enough for a climax under more normal circumstances, but that was not allowed. Enough though to move her nearer to the brink of release. She so wanted to fall into the orgasmic bliss. But the Machine eased her back again. She nearly called out "please". She was aching with need. She needed to climax. The pleasure spiked again. She danced on the edge of the abyss of ecstasy. It felt so good! Again she was denied the release she so craved for.
It was truly incredible; the sensations never lost their edge, even though her breasts had been caressed in almost every way, each time was like a first time. Her heart was pounding, her breaths were rapid and shallow, her body was moving and jerking uncontrollably, she was squealing, sighing, moaning, gasping with each feeling, rising and falling on waves of ecstasy.
Emmanuelle was having the most intense sexual time of her life, but she longed for that feeling of completeness that signified most great sexual acts, penetration. She wanted to be filled, to feel something 'taking' her in the only possible way.
She needed to be fucked!
Suddenly she was turned onto her front and her knees were slowly drawn up and under her body, completely exposing her rear. She had not had proper full control of her limbs for some time, but this new position made her feel completely exposed and vulnerable, yet this only added to her excitement.
Then she felt something slowly crawling over her lower back, buttocks and thighs. Feeling her from the outsides of her body, across her thighs and buttocks, tentacle like fingers started to work on her, kneading and massaging her sensitized flesh, moving slowly towards the very center of her exposed and wonderful soft body. She could do nothing but enjoy the strange new feelings as they drew nearer and nearer to her open buttocks and sex. Every time they touched there was a small erotic spike of energy that seemed to pulse through her. From all over they were now moving nearer and nearer to her vulva and anus, and the anticipation of what was going to happen fueled the ecstasy growing in her. Nearer, nearer, they approached the very open centre of her.
The first ones to reach the slippery and highly sensitized flesh of her genitals pushed a little way into her bottom, making her jump and yelp. These were quickly followed by many others sliding over and between her lubricated and completely hairless labia to find the entrance to her vagina. They grew into a mass of supple writhing tentacles probing, pushing, wiggling, and moving firmly, slowly and very deeply into her. It was superb; she welcomed this first 'real' physical penetration with her mind as much as with her body. Her lips curled, her nostrils flared, she almost snarled, as with animal lust she tried to push herself backwards onto the wriggling mass to take as much as possible inside. Grunting, and then uttering sharp cries as ever more of them crowded inwards. Her buttocks, even though her knees were still drawn up, were widened even more, stretching her fully open and completely receptive to this oh so welcome invasion. Those that could not gain entrance were squirming over her labia and clitoris, pushing and moving her flesh, sending shivers and spasms of delight through her body. If she had been able to she would have used her hands to cram as much as possible of this warm living spaghetti into her lust crazed body.