Jim had joined in and was up rubbing my shoulders and Bryant was moving along to my legs. When he got to my calves, it really felt good, I was slipping back into enjoying a regular massage. Then on to my feet, which felt wonderful, especially when he worked my arches.
Then back up my legs, Jim now was rubbing on my back, they were both out of sight and all the effort was now on my thighs and butt. Firms hands were working my thighs and I felt a pull moving my legs apart and hands dipping between my legs, not really anywhere sensitive quite yet, but, yes, pretty erotic. I thought, now we're getting to the sensual part of the sensual massage. I was nervous and was trying to control myself and appear calm. Inside, I was churning with fear, anticipation and an ever-mounting arousal.
As my thighs and butt were being manipulated, hands were grazing my outer labia. I tried to hold still and not flinch when my pussy was touched and I lay there breathing harder and harder, my pulse pounding in my temples.
My head was turned and I could see Jim standing next to the bed, his cock sticking out of his boxers as he rubbed me along with Bryant.
All I could think of as I lay there, being lovingly touched and rubbed, was my pussy. I could almost hear the throbbing between my legs as my arousal went skyward. This was a very sensual massage. Oh, was it.
"Please turn, now," Bryant asked and I swallowed and rolled over. He placed his hands on my breasts and began to very gently trace his fingertips around my nipples. Oh, I know I was making the sheets wet underneath me. His touch was feather light. Just teasing my nipples which were hard and swollen.
Oh, this guy knows his way around a woman's body.
After he got my nipples all tingly from his gentle touch, he very softly pinched each one. I was really trying not to orgasm, I just couldn't give in yet. I wanted that for when Jim and I were alone again.
Now, Bryant began gently massaging each breast, then brushing the back of his hand over my nipples which kept them so hard and tingly. God, I was a sexual wreck.
Jim was stroking my stomach which is something he does that I've always loved ever since the first time he did it. It was after my first orgasm from his tongue. He petted and caressed my stomach and abdomen as I slowly floated back down to earth, oh, it felt so good.
My masseuse was alternating between treating my breasts fairly firmly to whisper-softly. Yes, Bryant knew how to drive a woman into a sexual frenzy.
And, then...
Oh, now he was working his way down. I knew the massage had to have stages to it. And that the final stage had to be, well, you know.
So, as he worked my lower belly and abdomen, one hand went lower each time than the other until he stopped.
Is that it, I thought? Certainly not, oh, rats. Don't tell me it ends. Right here. No, no, he was just removing his shorts, he was back to rubbing me again.
I was impressed. Oh, the massage was nice, no, I mean his cock. Wow. You know I've really only seen one, Jim's, and I can tell you that it gives me all the orgasms I want so I'm happy, but...Bryant had to be well above average. It was big. And it was standing straight out.
Jim had gotten down to my feet which he held and pulled apart as Bryant began running his hands down my abdomen, down my mound and caressing my labia with just the barest touch of his fingertips.
This was the most wonderful agony I have ever experienced. Even the first time Jim and I made love or the first time he gave me oral sex, no, this was even more erotic. This was the pure essence of sex.
His fingers slid up and down my pussy lips which were so wet I could feel a large damp spot under my butt. Jim and Bryant were kneeling on either side of me as Bryant began sliding a finger inside. I raised my knees and widened them as I felt a second finger go inside me. Jim was slowly rubbing my thighs and I reached over to grip each cock and rub them back and forth. Bryant's certainly filled my hand and I pulled up on it and he moved sideways as I bent toward his and began sucking him.
I've already told you how little sexual experience I had before Jim welcomed me into the world of intimacy. I have sucked him many times and, truly, I love the feel of it when the warm gush hits deep in my mouth and I hear a groan of ecstasy that I, and I alone, just caused. Yes, I love it. But I've never had another man's cock in my mouth. I couldn't believe that I was willingly, intentionally and, yes, greedily, sucking off another man.
Hardly without warning, Bryant was on the bed, up over me, his head lowering down to my pussy as his cock loomed right above my head. I've been in this position many times with Jim's cock staring me pleasantly in the face but this was rather more daunting. He had lowered it almost to my lips and I raised my head and took him in. He lowered just enough more so I didn't have to strain to suck him. He really filled my mouth. It was all I could do to keep from choking but I was so sexually turned-on, so hot, so wound-up, I just wanted to suck the cock of the guy who was sending me skyward.
As I sucked him, I rubbed his abdomen and played with his balls, gripped him, licked all around, sucked the tip, everything I knew how.
And, him...oh, my. I love Jim with all my heart, soul and being. But Bryant began licking and tonguing my pussy in ways that I never dreamed possible. It was like a Space Shuttle launch. My pussy was so sensitized already, so wound-up, so aroused, turned-on, so inflamed with lust, that I simply felt out of control. I was in a sex frenzy like I've never felt before.
Then I felt a shock go through me. I almost fainted when I felt Jim's finger just below where Bryant was licking and tonguing my pussy. It was gently rubbing my rectal opening which I had never experienced before. He was spreading my juices all around my butt's opening and I've just never ever felt anything quite so explosively erotic.
I was sucking furiously on him, he was sucking furiously on me and soon, he grunted and I felt the warm pulse of cum spurt into my mouth and just after, I simply exploded in what was be the hardest, wildest, most out-of-control, most potent orgasm I've ever experienced. I writhed, shook, wrenched, trembled, moaned, grunted, thrusted, humped, it was every orgasm I'd ever had rolled into one. The long and slow and very erotic lead-up to it was what added so much fuel to the fire when I finally climaxed. It was stunning.
When I could see again, I saw Jim happily smiling down at me and I reached over and took his cock and led it to my mouth where I sucked him with all I had in me.
Bryant continued to kiss, lick and massage me all over as I sucked Jim who, sexed-up from watching all this, soon mixed his cum with Bryant's.
"Oh, I can't tell you guys how wonderful that was," I said breathlessly. "Oh, Bryant, you are fabulous. Someone really taught you all there is about pleasuring a woman. And, Jim, I'll take care of you as soon as the session is over. I'm sure ready for you, mister. Beware."
We three showered together, it was lovely being soaped over and over by two wonderful men, then we dried off, Bryant got dressed, I gave him a very unsisterly kiss, he left, I turned and was attacked by my husband.
From behind, he gripped my shoulders, pulled me naked to the window, "Stand right here," and then he racked back the curtains and I am standing there naked to the world looking out at the lights of The City.
"Put your hands on the sill," and then I felt his cock shove all the way inside me from behind.
"Oh, OH, Jim, oh, yes, oh, my god, man, fuck me, just fuck me. I'm just so...OH, yes, oh..." and he fucked me as I faced the people down on the street and in the hotel across the way. I have no idea if anyone watched me getting everything I wanted from my husband that night and I really didn't care. I just so wanted my pussy fucked, I was hysterical for relief from all the thrill I had had being so sexually stimulated for what turned out to be nearly two hours, I just didn't care, I wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked.
Leaning on the window sill, I was trying to contribute by rotating my butt around as Jim went in and out of me. The feelings were simply delicious. Soon, we both erupted in volcanic orgasms, all that arousal and stimulation, for hours, convulsing us into ecstasy as Jim
hugged me from behind and we slipped to the floor where we lay, his cock still in me for a long time.
As the room began to cool from the evening air, we got under the blankets and snuggled to sleep, a sleep of the sexually sated.
The next thing I remembered, Jim was signing the check for the cart of breakfast that was wheeled into our room. We were hungry but our hunger for each other took over half way through and we fell on each other and fucked madly once again.
I really think I tasted and savored our wanton sex overlooking the lights that night. I've tasted them since, many times.
Hardly a day goes by that I don't remember some part of that weekend in San Francisco. It was my first pantiless dinner, my first fingering in a restaurant, my first time for a man other than my husband to touch my breasts, touch my pussy, finger-fuck me, lick my pussy and the first blowjob I'd ever given to another man. I think of these things often. They will always be a part of me as I fantasize how another man's cock just might feel deep inside me.
Thank you, Jim. I'm your's forever. Love, Anne
The End.
The Sponge
Donna never had an actual bath in her home, despite the numerous attempts she had made with the care workers to have one installed. When the bathers came over, she found it easier to have them clean her on a leather masseur-style bench she had in the spare bedroom. Afterwards, wiping up any water was easy. She was given the bench by her physiotherapist team to do home exercises on, and now it just sat there in the other room.
Using all his shoulders, Sebastian lifted her out of the chair and onto the bench. "Lay back on the bed a bit. I wont be a second." he commanded her, as Donna eagerly scuttled her body back up to the top of the bench with her elbow-stubs and rested her neck against the headboard. Sebastian smiled at her. He started saturating the sponge in the basin, engorging it in hot soapy water. Gently, he left the sponge to soak and approached Donna to remove her top.
He had strong hands, Donna always thought, as he unbuttoned the two buttons and lifted it above her top. She was wearing her black lace bra again. Sebastian had casually commented on it before. He must have liked it. She seen him looking at it.
As he went to fetch the sponge, Sebastian politely started to chat. "How long has it been now since the accident, Donna?", he asked with care, as he gently grazed the half-rinsed sponge along her shoulders.
"Seven years nearly. Seven years in October", regretfully replied Donna. She had started to tense up a little due to the warm sensation of the sponge. "It doesn't bare thinking about before. My life was so different then...", she continued, "...then Martin left me."
Sebastian shook his head at the thought of a man leaving a woman after such a horrific ordeal, then offered his facial commiserations. "That's terrible" he responded, knowing not what to say.
"You really find out who your friends are when something like that happens to you. Only a few come to visit me now from before", explained Donna. She spoke like she wanted sympathy, but would never admit to it. "None of my old male friends have ever been to see me. They must think I am hideous now, I suppose..."
"Nonsense...",interrupted Sebastian confidently, "...you are a very pretty girl Donna, there must be men out there who could cope with your extra needs." Donna didn't know if he was being truthful or just trying to comfort her, but she took the compliment.
Sebastian had moved on to her chest area with the sponge. Now used to the sensation, Donna enjoyed the warm tingles it gave her body. "That's really nice, Sebastian" she giggled, and then glanced at him. He was smiling. His forearms were so hairy and bulging. Even before the accident she had never known a man intimately with such nice arms. "You must go to the gym I imagine?" she asked him.
"Yeah i like to workout maybe 5 times a week. Just for an hour or so though", he said conversationally, "I used to do more when I was young, but now I don't have the time with working all the time." Sebastian was just about finished doing her stomach. "Okay, lets do the legs before i turn you over Donna" he remarked gracefully. He unbuttoned the 4 buttons on her jeans and began to pull them, but they were too tight and got trapped a little around the puppy-fat of Donna's thighs.
"Ouch!" cried Donna, half painfully/half jokingly. She explained "These jeans are pretty tight actually Sebastian. You might need to roll them down a bit from the top." Sebastian looked shocked a little bit. Donna couldn't understand why.
"Ooh!" he said quietly under his breath. Donna give him her 'further explanation required' glance and he went on "I... I didn't realize you had any sensation down there Donna. I am sorry if that hurt. I was told you couldn't feel from the waist down." He looked very apologetic, but Donna eased him with a smile.
"I can feel things fine down there Sebastian" she said, amused, "its just that i have no use of my legs!"
Sebastian once again was lost for words. All he could think to say sounded sheepish immediately after he said it "It must be very hard for you to deal with the sensations that u get there." Donna felt uncomfortable and silent. "Sorry" he whispered, as he went back for the sponge.
Easing the awkward silence, Donna exclaimed "Well! It's just something I have to live with. I will never get to lie down with a man that way."
Sebastian looked somewhat blank with shock. He stopped his hand with the sponge right on her left thigh! Although she couldn't feel it, Donna noticed a dribble running down her fleshy upper leg due to him stopping. "Have you never been with a man?" he shyly whispered
Donna looked at him. Noticing this, he slowly rolled his eyes up to meet hers as she answered his question. "I was only 17 when it happened. The accident! I was a shy girl then. I never got to have a boyfriend..."
Sebastian interrupted "You mean you've never had sex?". They stared at each other now. Donna's heart started racing! She had never talked about sex since before the accident - let alone with a man!
"No" was all she could muster. Thinking that the end of it, Sebastian started again with the sponge. He moved it right down her legs and lifted them from the bottom of the bed to do underneath.
He now had to turn her over to clean her back. As he was about to tell her, Donna continued the conversation "I'm never going to get to know what it feels like now I'm like this." She frowned.
"I'm gonna have to turn you over now Donna, so I can clean your back" announced Sebastian. He picked her up with his strong arms and held her there in mid-air briefly before he put her down her front softly.
It wasn't long before she could feel the sponge circling its way around her back, and as a secret bonus, massaging her nervous body to relaxation. It was the one time of the week where she could imagine a man's touch on her, even if there was a sponge in the way. Donna liked to imagine it was a man standing behind her caressing her back. Closing her eyes when he couldn't see her, she would imagine lying naked on a man's bed as he started to run his hands all over her from behind.
As she continued fantasizing, something twigged inside her and snapped her out of it. It didn't feel like a sponge anymore. It was Sebastian's hands! They were rubbing her. She first wondered if this was a new thing the bathers had learned in some kind of refresher workshop that they had to attend every now and again, to learn how to do their job. This was only the third time she had got Sebastian. Donna thought maybe he had just graduated from the bather-school or whatever it would be, and this was him now going on the rounds. His hands felt good. They made her tingle.
"You just relax Donna" ordered Sebastian, made easier by the fact she faced away from him. "I think I know how we could put a smile on your face" he suggested, before continuing "How about from this moment on, you just stay quiet! If everything is okay and you want me to keep doing what I am doing then do not say anything, and if it isn't okay just say and it will stop."
Donna never spoke. She couldn't see his face. She wondered what he meant. So cryptic! Donna was excited by the mystery. She thought about what his hands will do once they finish with her shoulders. She posed that maybe he was going
to rub it intimately like she used to fantasize about with the other bathers who came. Her body felt nice as it tingled.
Sebastian's strong hands were gently rubbing her lower back now. She could feel his fingertips lapping up against the lip of her panties. She always wore her white expensive cotton panties on bathing day. They fitter more snugly than all the others, conforming to her shape better she thought. Sebastian's fingers now ran blatantly along a good two inches under her panty-line. No man had ever touched her there. It felt so warm and lovely! Sebastian's thick fingers started spreading out further, running right round under the lip of her panties to her sides, where he would subtly squeeze both hands together before going back again. "You just stay quiet if everything is okay." Sebastian re-iterated. Donna never moved.
Following his own familiar pattern, Sebastian's hands were starting to congregate round the front and he oscillated them slowly around her tight panties. Donna was so tingly! His rough yet gentle fingers brushed against her pubic hair. She felt herself loosen up inside. Sebastian's hands moved back up her body, bargaining with the whisper "Keep quiet and I'll keep going"
At her bra, Sebastian unfastened and paused, as if to brace himself for Donna's voice telling him not to. It never came! He continued. Donna was motionless. He brought the straps around to the front and eased them around Donna's two stumps. He took it back away from her, then quickly discarded it to the floor. Remaining still, she wondered what he would do next.
Sliding his hands around her sides, down her curvy waist to the tops of her juicy thighs, he did with her breasts what he previously did to her panties, just going up enough to tease them. Donna's breasts were eager. Her breathing unconsciously intensified slightly - just enough for her to be aware and not him. Her nipples were stiffening rapidly!
Sebastian bit the bullet and blatantly cupped her two breasts from behind! She made a noise, but it was stifled quickly. A noise not long or coherent enough for Sebastian to have even started to back away. He spiraled the fingertips of each middle finger right around her two nipples, circling around them at first, then gradually spiraling outwards to the mass of her breasts. Donna's breasts were quite copious in volume, wearing a 36D bra. It all reminded her of when she used to touch them in her teens late at night when her parents had gone to sleep. This time, however, it was someone else who touched her.
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