“Fuck! That’s a damn sybian machine.” Maggie exclaims, as we watch Christina remove the regular seat from the rowing machine and attachZ a seat with a rubber penis attached to it. Plugging it into the base of the rowing machine, she flicks a switch on the side of the seat and it starts to hum. The penis shaped vibrator begins undulating back and forth while it vibrates. Christina adjusts it a couple of times, then switches it off, before swinging her leg over the machine and easing it into her moist pussy. When she is completely impaled on it, she reaches down and turns it on.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” We hear her moan, as she grabs the handles of the machine and starts rowing vigorously.
“Jesus Christ.” Maggie says, crawling up on the couch beside me and cradling my dick in her hand. “I thought I had some toys.” She laughs. “I’ve never seen anything like that!” As she says this, she lowers her head to my cock and starts licking all around my cockhead, as we watch Christina row her way to orgasmic pleasure. Well, not yet.
“Oh! Fuck!” I cry, as Maggie deepthroats my cock, flicking her tongue against my balls while my cockhead is buried in her throat. Maggie’s eyes are on my face, while I zoom in on Christina working up a sweat on the rowing and fucking machine.
“I thought you might need some release before we go to your dad’s office.” Maggie smiles, as she kisses her way up my body, sucking my nipples hard, before she positions her pussy over my hard cock. Feeding me into her pussy with her hand, she sits up straight and starts rocking back and forth as we both watch the rowing action in the exercise room. The moans and groans from the exercise room are playing from the speakers and Maggie turns them off.
“She’s going to be at this a while.” Maggie smiles, as we watch Christina rowing like a wild woman, slamming her pussy down hard against the pulsating rubber cock. Maggie leans forward, placing her hands on my chest and starts a steady rhythm, undulating her hips as she rocks back and forth. Fuck! Between Christina parading around the house nude, working up a sweat on the fucking machine and Maggie riding my cock, I’m ready to burst in no time.
“I’m afraid I’m not going to last very long.” I tell Maggie, apologetically.
“No worries.” She says. “I didn’t expect you to, as hard as you were while we were touring the house.” Working magic with her pussy muscles, she starts really putting the pressure on my hard cock. “Just let it cum.” She whispers, leaning down to kiss me on the mouth. “Release it Nick. Just let it cum.” Bucking my ass off the couch, I start jerkily spewing huge loads of cum into her hot, wet and very talented pussy. Maggie leans all the way down, pushing her tits against my chest and holding onto me until I am completely spent.
“What about you?” I ask. “You can get me hard again.” I smile, as I stroke her back and squeeze her ass cheeks.
“I want to try that.” Maggie whispers, looking at the wall monitor. “Come on.” She says, disengaging my cock from her dripping pussy. “Let’s go to the exercise room.” I follow Maggie downstairs, both of us still naked.
“Aaaaggggghhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Christina’s moans fill the room, as we open the door and step inside.
“Tell her it’s never going to work and she needs to find another way to get herself off.” Maggie says. “Besides, she’s going to hurt herself, slamming herself down like that.” She says, trying to sound indignant as she winks at me. I give Christina the command and she immediately stops the vibrator seat. Standing up, she wobbles a little, then her knees buckle and she falls to the floor.
Lying on her back on the floor, Christina brings her knees up and shoves three fingers inside her aching pussy, pistoning them in and out as her other hand rubs her clit. Maggie gets some non-toxic sanitizer wipes from the cupboard and cleans off the sybian seat before positioning herself over it. Her hairy pussy is a stark contrast to Christina’s nearly bald one and I watch Maggie part her hair and pull her pussy lips apart, as she slowly sits down on the rubber penis.
“Wish me luck.” She smiles, as she reaches down and turns the vibration on. “Oh fuck!” She yells. “Without even rowing, this thing is amazing!” She cries. “Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuckk!” Maggie moans, reaching for the handles and starting a slow, jerky rowing action. “Goddamn!” She yells, as she pulls the handles and the seat slides forward. “It’s… like… a fucking… battering… ram… inside… my… pussy!” She wheezes, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead and trickling down between her large tits.
Christina is still thrusting her fingers into her pussy and slapping her clit. I feel sorry for her and am just about to tell her she can cum, when my attention is jolted back to Maggie.
“Nick!” Maggie screams. “Stop it!” She has stopped rowing and is leaning forward, gasping for air, while the sybian machine pummels her pussy. I search under her vibrating ass and find the switch, turning it off.
“Help me off, Nick.” Maggie cries, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“What happened?” I ask, as I help her stand up and lift her leg off of the machine. She collapses in my arms and I lower her to the floor, next to Christina’s writhing, sweat-soaked body.
“I… think… I… turned… it up… too high.” She pants, as she stares at her bright pink pussy lips, gushing juices like old faithful. “I was seeing how it adjusted and bam! It felt like my whole body convulsed, spewing its contents out through my pussy!” She says, leaning her head down and trying to calm her breathing. “Remind me not to fuck with things I don’t know anything about.” She says, slowly getting to her feet. “Put her out of her misery, will you, Nick?” Maggie says, nodding towards Christina, as she walks unsteadily, towards the door of the exercise room.
“You can cum now, Christina.” I tell her, after dialing in her frequency again. She immediately, starts spasming and shaking on the floor. Squeezing her legs together, trapping her fingers inside her pussy, and quivering around on the floor like she’s having a seizure. It appears to be the world’s longest orgasm, finally climaxing with her stretched out, spread-eagle on the floor, her fake chest heaving up and down. I join Maggie in the control room. We erase the video of her on the rowing machine, get dressed and let ourselves out the front door.
“That would be an awesome place for a party!” Maggie says, as we drive towards my dad’s office. Maggie is letting me drive because she’s still feeling kind of weak.
“Oh God, it would!” I exclaim, excitedly. “We could throw a birthday bash for my mom’s 40th next year!” I tell Maggie. “What do you think?”
“You want to have your mom’s birthday party at your dad’s house?” She asks, staring at me.
“We could use the transmitter to send dad and Christina out of town for the weekend.” I say, thinking about whom we’d invite. “We could make it a pussy party.” I offer. “I could use the transmitter to make sure that everyone we invite is focused on giving my mom pleasure on her birthday.”