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The sun warmed Angela’s bare shoulders. The light blue sun dress hugged her body and then spilled over her hips to swirl freely around her legs. In her hand she held a pair of white sandals, bare toes caressed the thick grass as she wandered thru the grounds of the old museum. The main exhibits had been captivating but didn’t hold her attention for long. She had read that the property had once belonged to an aristocratic family with a penchant for deviant behavior. It was the lure of that reputation that had brought her out into the country for a tour of the estate. However, her erotic nature had been disappointed so far and in an attempt to find a hint of the sordid past of legend, she decided to strike out on her own.

As she wandered around the side of the main structure, the trees grew thick and the ivy on the side of the building completely concealed the brick wall. If the sun hadn’t been so brilliant she would surely have missed the small wooden door nearly concealed by the overgrowth. Did she dare venture inside? Slipping her shoes back on, she stepped thru the vines covering the stone path to the portal and turned the doorknob. Relieved when it opened easily she was amazed to find the room well maintained, though dimly lit. Actually the lighting had a faint hint of red, creating an erotic mood. Angela’s heart beat wildly as she sensed she had found what she had been looking for.

She marveled at the detailed sketches hung about the walls, chronically every conceivable position and deviation she had ever heard of. As she wandered into a room further inside the structure, she found sculptures depicting the same scenes she had admired in the sketches. As she studied a particularly erotic piece, she reached out and slid her warm hand down the length of the mans back and over the perfectly formed globes of his ass. Then she wrapped her fingers around his cool marble cock and a rush of heat spread thru her. She pulled her hand away as if burned and turned to leave. Then she noticed yet another very narrow door in a darkened corner of the room.

Quietly she approached the door and turned the knob. The room’s lighting was even dimmer and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the lighting. When her vision began to clear she realized the room was filled with pieces of furniture, very plain and unadorned. She walked over to a chair and realized it’s purpose. For, rising from the center of the seat of this plain wooden chair was a large carved penis. She stood, mesmerized, her lovely mouth slightly open and her heart momentarily stilled as the reality of what she was seeing dawned upon her.

At that moment the door opened and a couple quietly stepped inside. She wanted to leave but simply moved to the next exhibit with all the calm sophistication she could muster. Then she began to really look at the contraption before her and felt her face heat as a blush covered her entire body. The seesaw displayed was certainly not a child’s toy for there was a hole in the seat at each end, and rising below each hole was a penis carved from wood. As her mind slipped around the idea of this old world fucking machine, she realized her panties were damp as were her thighs. The beat of her heart was rampant and she couldn’t seem to breath.

She had forgotten the couple until he spoke to her, his mouth very near Angela’s ear. What he said caused her eyes to slide closed and her knees to weaken. “I couldn’t possibly, Sir.” she replied. His low voice rumbled in the small room, “But she will be so very disappointed. Won’t you please reconsider?” As he spoke the other woman stepped over the velvet rope and ripped a foil packet open with her teeth, rolling a condom over one of the wooden penises. Her friendly smile was reassuring, but there was simply no way on earth Angela could be this brazen with strangers. Yet, when he stepped over the velvet rope, ripped a foil packet and applied a condom to the other penis she realized she was going to do this.

His woman stepped up onto the platform, slid her mini skirt up her thighs and straddled the seat, but remained standing. Angela noted the woman wasn’t wearing panties. The stranger reached out his hand to Angela and she took it then stepped over the velvet rope. “Raise your dress.” He stated, and she froze. As he knelt beside her, she remained still until he lifted his eyes to hers and the command was clear. Angela lifted her dress and he slid his hands up her legs, caught her panties in his fingers and slid them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and up onto the platform. Angela straddled the seat and looked up into the deep green eyes of the other woman, who said, “I think it should be very slow at first, don’t you?” Angela nodded in agreement.

When the woman lowered her weight slightly the wooden seat rose between Angela’s legs and the woman gasped. “Mmm that feels so good, but it’s really big. Are you ready to try?” Without waiting for Angela’s reply, the woman began to rise and Angela’s wet pussy lowered over the wide head of the wooden penis. It pressed against her but didn’t go in. When she winced, the woman began to lower her body again. She seemed to have no problem with the size of the structure but it was simply too large for Angela’s body. Then she felt her dress loosen as the man lowered the zipper. Before she could protest, his fingers were teasing her sensitive nipples. Angela gasped and then groaned as he tugged at her hard pebbles. She didn’t notice when her end of the seesaw began to lower but when the wooden cock pressed against her opening this time it eased inside.

The women continued to tease each other like this for a time until the man took control. He grasped the wooden edge of Angela’s seat and began raising and lowering it higher, lower, faster, harder. Then he would raise it a bit and lower it again, suddenly. Angela began to feel the heat of an approaching orgasm spread up her body. The woman cursed as she also began to near climax. Soon they were both screaming, bodies clutching at the unyielding appendages as they lost control and gave into the pleasure of man’s creativity.

That night, when the janitor entered the hidden playroom, he immediately smelled the sweet odor of female pleasure. He stepped over the velvet rope, lower one end of the seesaw and bent to breath deeply. Yes, it was unmistakable. The sweet nectar of a woman’s essence. He shook his head and grinned. He had been cleaning and polishing this particular toy for decades. It had brought countless ladies, some finer than others, great pleasure. He turned and lifted his eyes to the small camera high in the corner of the room. A knowing grin lifted one edge of the old mans lips and he went about his business.