22 comments/ 71729 views/ 2 favorites Mary's Secret By: DG Hear "I have a secret I must never tell. It was one of the most memorial days of my life and yet at times one of my biggest mistakes." Some people would say we're hicks, but that's not true. We just like the small town life and bringing our children up in a safer environment. At times we thought about going places after watching the Hollywood gossip, but to us it was a fictional life. Then three of my girlfriends and I decided to take a three day vacation in Las Vegas while our husbands would be gone on their annual fishing trip to Canada. Ethel suggested the trip as a joke, but it didn't take long before we took her seriously. Out of our group, she was the only one who traveled out of our area as part of her job. That evening I brought it up to my husband Harry. "The girls and I are thinking of going to Vegas while you guys are on your fishing trip." "Mary, you've never really been anywhere. You deserve to go with your friends and have a little fun." He was right. I was forty-five years old with three kids and two grandbabies. For my whole life I lived in the same county. After I graduated from the local college I became a teacher in the local school district. I was really happy with my choices in life and never thought much about traveling. The next time I got with the girls I told them Harry approved of my going on the trip. Jane and Barb both said their husbands agreed as well. Ethel was divorced and wasn't in a serious relationship. She offered to make flight plans and reserve rooms for a couple nights. In her position at an oil company, Ethel gave speeches on how they try to preserve the earth. Many times she mentioned how the companies got a bad rap when it came to conservation issues because they spent a lot of money each year on projects to save the earth. Because there was an Earth Day convention going on in Las Vegas during our trip, Ethel had an idea for how we could save some money. She had to go as a representative for her company, then we would get special pricing because of the convention. She added it wasn't boring hearing about the latest updates for saving the earth. Plus there would be free food and drinks. After a seminar on Friday, we would have the remainder of the weekend for ourselves. When the time came, my son drove us to the airport since our husbands were already gone on their fishing trip. Jane and Barb had flown before, but I hadn't. We asked Ethel whether she was a member of the mile high club, but she just laughed at us. She never did answer the question. When we got to Vegas it was like an amusement park for adults. Bright lights and crowds of people were everywhere. Ethel laughed at me when I told her I saw 'Las Vegas' on TV but it was so different being there. We had two hours between signing into our rooms and attending the convention. All four of us freshened up and headed downstairs to the convention hall. We put on our name tags and walked around. It really was rather interesting. There were displays on the latest updates in solar power and all the different ways the companies were contributing to saving our planet. Most of it people never see on the news because negative news sells and this was positive stuff. These were people and companies helping to save on energy with new ideas and innovations. By the end of that convention, I was a much more knowledgeable person. They served a variety of finger foods which were very good. I watched that I didn't drink too much because I wanted to enjoy my days, not spend them with a hangover. Later that evening we ate at the large buffet in another of the fabulous hotels. It truly was a fantasy land, a playground for adults. After dinner we went to one of the many shows. It cost us over ninety dollars a person to see the show but it was a one-time experience for me. Besides, Harry gave me five hundred dollars before I left, teasing me about not spending it all in one place. I shouldn't have said Harry gave me money because that's not really true. We always put our money together and we decided five hundred dollars ought to be more than enough money to see shows and spend in the casinos. After the show we were all tired but decided to go have a nightcap before retiring. The flight, convention meeting, dinner, and show made for a long day. I was ready for bed. June and Barb were in a room together and Ethel and I were sharing the other. I undressed and was out in minutes, falling asleep while Ethel was still talking to me. We began the next day with a large breakfast buffet. I had never seen such a smorgasbord of food. But Ethel said it was because of the people from other nations and various walks of life who eat different foods. We all got our plates of food and sat down to enjoy it. I'm a big woman, not as in tall but overweight. I'm probably at least sixty pound heavier than I should be, maybe even more. When I was much younger I was a lot slimmer. After having three kids I just wasn't able to lose the weight. Throughout my life I have been on one diet after another, but I'm one of those roller coaster people who never keep it off. Harry always told me I was crabby and hard to get along with when I dieted, so he preferred me a little heaver and a lot happier. Although I still try to watch what I eat, I decided to just enjoy the weekend. Jane and Barb were also on the heavy side but not as much as I was. Ethel could eat just about anything and not gain a pound. After breakfast we began hitting the casinos. We started with the cheaper slots. It was fun even though I didn't like losing money. None of us was doing very well so we decided to go see an afternoon show. At least it was only forty-five dollars. We had an early dinner and headed back to the casino to try our luck again. Ethel had to go back to the convention for an evening of speeches and discussions. She didn't think we would want to go, but she didn't have a choice. That was part of her job. The slots were eating my quarters three and four at a time. The more you played the better chance of winning. I got lucky and won about two hundred dollars. Then I started walking around checking out some of the other games. I was watching a number of people playing Black Jack— or twenty-one—and decided to try my luck. The dealer told me minimum bets were ten dollars. He cashed in my coins for chips so I could play. When he finished I had twenty five chips which would be equal to two hundred and fifty dollars. I figured that would be twenty-five hands and put my first bet on the table. I had nineteen and the dealer had twenty, so I lost. But I had twenty-four hands to go unless I won a few. I began winning and started betting more money. Before I started losing I decided to quit. By then I had won three thousand three hundred dollars! I also received two complimentary tickets to another show at the hotel. It wasn't a big name show but it was still free. I had been drinking most of the night, and even though they were rather weak, they were still having an effect on me. I picked up a flier for a massage parlor in the hotel. I always wanted a massage but felt I was too fat to let anyone see my body. For some reason I thought what the hell. I'm in Vegas, I'll never see this masseuse again, and I'll never be brave enough to try it in my home town. First I went in search of Jane and Barb to see what their plans were for the remainder of the evening. "You have any luck?" Jane asked when she saw me a few minutes later. "It had to be beginner's luck, but I won over three thousand dollars!" I replied. "Hey, that's great. What are you doing the rest of the night?" Barb asked. "Jane, I won two tickets to a show here in the hotel. Do you two want to take them and go?" "What about you?" Barb looked confused when I didn't mention going myself. "To be honest, I'm showed out. I saw this flier for a massage parlor and thought I might get a neck and shoulder rub." "I've had a full body massage once," said Jane. "The woman was fantastic. Ralph bought it for me for our tenth anniversary many years ago. You should get one." "I'm not going to let anyone see this old fat body. I'd be too embarrassed." "For Pete's sake, Mary, no one cares what you look like. You won some money and deserve to treat yourself. I've had massages a couple of time and they feel great. You can even keep some of your clothes on if you like," said Barb. "Okay, I'll see what they have to offer. I hope the masseuse doesn't throw up when she sees all this body fat," I replied and laughed. I gave them the tickets and told them to enjoy the show. We quickly set a time to meet in the morning since we were flying home and needed to be at the airport by noon. Then I went in search of the massage parlor. "Can I help you?" a young woman at the desk asked when I found the right place. "I would like a massage," I replied. "Hi, I'm Sylvia. I'm thinking this is your first time here?" "My first time anywhere," I said and laughed. "I don't know what exactly I want. I thought about a neck and shoulder rub, but my friends said I should get a total massage." "For our records, you are?" "Mary Bradford, from Ohio." "Well Mary, fill out this short form and we'll get started." "Mary, may I suggest the full body massage. We call it the works. It loosens all the kinks in your back, neck, and legs. Jeff is the best masseuse in all of Nevada. He'll have you feeling like a new woman." "Jeff? You mean a man is going to give me the massage? I don't think so." Right then a hunk of a man came to the desk. He was around forty with a nice physique and very good looking. "Hi, I'm Jeff. Mary, I can give you the best massage you'll ever have. I pride myself on customer satisfaction. If you're not satisfied with your massage, I'll refund your money." "It's not that. No other man has ever seen me other than my husband. I would feel so uncomfortable. I just don't think I can have another man rubbing my body." "Mary, you can keep your bra and underwear on if you like. There's a robe you can wear if you still feel uncomfortable. And we use towels to cover your private parts so you won't be embarrassed. Please let me give you a massage you'll never forget." "But I feel embarrassed already." "I'm here for one reason only and that's to make you feel good. Please give me a chance." I don't know if it was his sexy voice or maybe all the drinks I had, but I decided to go for it. People get massages every day. When I heard it was a hundred dollars I thought it better be good for that kind of money. I paid my fee and Sylvia escorted me to a changing room where I removed everything but my bra and panties. I put on the light robe she offered so I felt a little more covered up. When I entered the massage room I noticed the table itself didn't look much different from any other I've seen in movies. "Lie face down on the table," Jeff said as he entered the room. There was a hole in the center of the cushion for my face, and that felt very comfortable on my cheeks and forehead. But then I realized something was different. Normally I found it quite awkward to lie face down due to the size of my breasts. However, the upholstery seemed to shape itself to my body. The fabric was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was firm yet soft and silky at the same time. "How does it feel Mary? Are you comfortable?" "Yes, a bit nervous but I must admit this table is very comfortable." With the short robe on I wondered if Jeff was looking at my fat legs. "Mary, I'll be letting you know everything I'm doing, so just relax. I'm going to start by rubbing your temples. Close your eyes and just think of something good." He put his fingertips on my temples and rubbed ever so gently. God, it was soothing. "Mary, now I'm going to work my way down your neck. Boy, you are tense." "I'm sorry; I'm not used to being touched by anyone." He stopped and walked over to a drawer and took out a small green pill. "Mary, this will help you relax. It will take a little of the edge off. I take them at night to help me sleep." He told me the name of the pill and I recognized it because my husband took the same one. He handed me a small cup of water and I swallowed it without hesitation. Jeff wanted to do my face and ears so I turned onto my back. My ears are one of my sensuous places, but I sure didn't want to tell Jeff. He started with my forehead, rubbing ever so gently. His hands were so soft. He took a couple of drops of oil and rubbed it on my cheeks and the rest of my face. It not only felt good but smelled good too. When he started rubbing on my earlobes I swear I began to turn red when I realized I was becoming sexually stimulated. I had to wonder if Jeff had seen anyone react so quickly to so little touching. It crossed my mind there might be other things I would enjoy as his fingers kept up the pressure on my ears. "Are you more comfortable now?" "Mm, yes, that's wonderful," I replied. "By removing the robe I can do a better job on your hands, arms, and neck." "Well, I'm still a little nervous . . ." Quickly removing the robe, I laid back down. Jeff placed a folded towel over each of my large breasts and another over my panties. Then he began massaging each hand before working on my forearms and finally my shoulders. He put some more oil in his palms, rubbed them together, and then worked on my neck. Even though I was a little stiff, I knew he could feel me relaxing the longer he worked on me. "Mary, you might feel a bit more relaxed if I do your back first. If you wouldn't mind turning over again, I'll start with your shoulders." On my turning over he took the one towel and covered my behind. As I was thinking about what he said, I realized I was going to get my front done as well. But then I thought the hell with it, and relaxed. "These aromatic oils are a special mixture of natural ingredients which both open up your pores and soothe your senses, allowing all your anxieties to just wash away." His fingers dug deep into the tissue around my shoulders and before I could stop myself, I moaned. "Everyone moans when it feels good. That just means I must doing a good job," he said and chuckled. That made me feel more comfortable and I smiled. While he was massaging my shoulders Sylvia came in. "Jeff, do you need me for anything else tonight?" Apparently, I was their last appointment for the evening. I didn't realize how late it was. "Just lock the outer door behind you. I wouldn't want anyone accidentally walking in on Mary's massage. I'll see you tomorrow." "Goodnight, Jeff. I hope you enjoy the massage, Mary." Once she left, he started slowly down my back. "Mary, do I have permission to unclasp your bra? It will make it much easier to do your back and will feel much better." "Yes," I heard myself say. Before I was really tense but after he massaged my shoulders I felt so relaxed. As he rubbed my back, his fingers slid down my sides and lightly touched the sides of my breasts. Wandering lower, his magical fingers soon were massaging the small of my back. When he gently removed the towel, I stiffened and sucked in my breath. "Are you all right, Mary?" "Yes, I'm . . . fine Jeff, please go on." "Mary, is it all right for me to remove your panties? I don't want to get oil on them." Could he see the wetness on my panties, I wondered? Maybe he was just being nice and not mentioning it. My head spun with all the thoughts as I felt him pull them slowly down my legs. When he began squeezing my butt cheeks I felt for sure he could see the dampness. But would he look? Would he touch me there? Would he caress my pussy? "Can you spread your legs a little so I could do the backs and sides of your legs?" As I spread them slightly I could feel him rubbing the oil over the back of my legs. He was almost touching me where no one but my husband has ever touched. Then I heard him say very softly. "Mary, would you mind turning over now so I can massage your front?" Wondering if he was staring at my pussy and ass, I turned. Never could I remember the last time any man, even my husband, stared at my body as Jeff was doing. While his hands continued roaming my body, my mind wandered as well. He spoke in such a soft voice, as if anything louder than a whisper would break the spell. Out of courtesy he put a folded towel over my pussy as soon as I turned. Then he took more of the rich scented oil and spread it across my chest bone, right above my breasts. Even with my eyes closed I could almost feel him looking at my sagging breasts as they lay flat on my chest. My dark brown nipples always hardened when I got excited. Pouring more lotion into his hands, he rubbed them together and started on my right breast. The way he massaged and traced small circles on my nipples made them tighten even more. With my eyes closed I found myself breathing deeply in rhythm to his manipulations. His probing hands left my breasts and edged down to my mid-section, rubbing more oil on the folds of my tummy. He was getting nearer to my ever dampening sex even as I swayed in an attempt to encourage him. When he got to my hairy muff he stopped. "Mary, I'm going do your upper legs." The words sent chills through my heated body. I thought he was about to say he was going to massage my pussy. Instead he lifted one leg up onto his chest then began massaging my foot before moving on to my calf. I loved the light, almost sexual way he was touching me. When he raised my right leg I knew he could see my pussy. But instead of being offended I was excited. When his fingers moved up my thigh I wondered if he would be bold enough to actually touch me there. I was wet and he must have been able to smell my sex. It wasn't as if all his touching hadn't turned me on—it had. But I didn't need to fuck, I just loved the constant feelings I was getting from the rubbing and massage. He lowered his head as he squeezed my thigh muscles and looked up under the towel at my pussy. My lips were already puffy, a sure sign of how aroused I was. "Would you like your pussy massaged?" "Yes!" Even though I should have been embarrassed for replying so fast, I didn't change my answer. His fingers trailed up and down my lips, one on each side of my clit, his thumb tracing the hard nub. "This jelly I'm going to rub on you will make the feeling more intense, okay Mary?" All I did was nod, thinking of his fingers on me. "Relax as I massage the inside of your pussy." In the real world he was finger fucking the hell out of my pussy and I could feel a big time orgasm coming on. He rubbed my pee hole with a miniature vibrator. I never felt anything like it before. "Oh my god, Jeff, it feels so good. Oh shit, I have to pee." Jeff just kept pumping those fingers in and out as I screamed out. "Oh shit! Oh shit! Jeff, stop! I'm about to orgasm and pee at the same time." "Don't worry Mary. Just pee away. The idea is to enjoy this massage to the fullest." "I can't just pee on your table and floor. Let me up." "Mary, do you want to have the orgasm of your life or just quit now? Believe me, many have done this before you. Just let yourself go and give it your all." He pulled the vibrator back before dragging it over me again. He kept fucking me with his fingers until I screamed so loud I could have woken the dead. I came with what felt like a volcano coming out of me. Jeff didn't stop as my bladder let loose and I was shooting a stream ten feet across the room. As the stream of pee stopped and my orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled his fingers out of my drenched pussy. Pulling the gloves off he took a towel and began to dry my legs and pussy. Mary's Secret "You go first," Mary told John as they lay next to each other on John's full sized bed. "Hmm, okay," he started, "there was this one time in high school. It was me, my girlfriend, and her friend and we decided to go swimming. It was late so we just went in our underwear. I wasn't really expecting anything, I swam a couple of laps, and then looked over. The girls were sitting on the steps in the shallow end, kissing." "Go on," Mary said, as her hand massaged John's semi-hard on through his boxers. "Okay, but you're distracting me," he replied. "Of course I swam over to them to get a closer look. I'd always thought the other girl was really pretty and most guys are happy to see a pair of women making out. Once I got close my girlfriend invited me to join in. Soon I was sitting in between the two of them, kissing and touching both. My girlfriend took off her bra and then asked her friend if she could remove hers. She agreed and all of the sudden, there I was with two topless girls." "Lucky guy," Mary smiled as she continued rubbing John's dick. "It was nice, they had very different bodies," he explained. "My girlfriend was shorter with large breasts, though not as big as yours. The other girl was beautiful, though, slim and dark-haired, very sexy." Mary felt a little jealous listening to the story about her boyfriend with two women. This had been her idea though, to share sexy stories from their pasts. It was supposed to be part of getting to know each other better, but now she wondered if she really wanted to continue. "Were you hard?" she asked. "Oh yeah, very. It was a little embarrassing because my cock was poking out through the leg of my boxers, which aren't really substantial enough to hide me when I'm really hard. We kept making out and my girlfriend started to play with it as I kissed her friend and rubbed her breasts. I think her friend started to get uncomfortable though, and after a while she excused herself. After that my girlfriend and I had sex and then went to bed. It was a little disappointing but still a hot memory." "Yeah it sounds like it," Mary was relieved, but still a little jealous. She was strangely turned on by the thought of her boyfriend with another woman but it bothered her on some level. "Okay, now your turn," John said. He was getting very horny thinking about his near-threesome and feeling his girlfriend tease his cock. He had reached over and was now playing with her pussy through her panties and massaging her 36DD breasts through her t-shirt. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, a sure sign that she was also getting aroused. "Well, your story reminds me of the time I went skinny-dipping in my friend's pool," Mary replied. John's ears perked up. "It was me, my friend Jenny, and two guys. It was a little weird because one of the guys was her ex-boyfriend who I had slept with a couple weeks before. This was during the summer after high school where I was experimenting a little bit, you know." Now John started to feel jealous. He knew of course that he hadn't been Mary's first, but he'd been under the impression that there had only been a couple guys before him. Nevertheless, as he thought of Mary with other men a bit of blood rushed into his cock, causing it to throb a bit in Mary's fingers. "Go on," he said with a lump in his throat. "I was afraid that Jenny was mad at me," Mary explained. "She knew that I had fucked her ex but, as it turned out, she didn't really mind. We had patched up our friendship that night, the guys were playing video games or something, and as it got late, Jenny suggested that we jump in the pool. So we went out to the patio and started stripping down. Jenny had done this before, she was bad girl," Mary giggled, "but the rest of us were sort of nervous. She took her clothes off first. Her body is sort of the opposite of mine. She's blonde and skinny with small breasts." Mary was raven-haired and voluptuous, with a surprisingly large set of breasts for a girl of her size. "I was next," she continued, "and soon the two of us were naked in front of the boys. We jumped into the pool as the guys stood and watched. We wanted them to join us though, and Jenny started egging them on. We could, ummm, how can I put this? We could tell that they were excited," Mary laughed. "We'd both been with Eric, Jenny's ex, so there were no surprises when he took off his shorts." "Was he big?" John asked nervously as he rubbed the front of Mary's damp panties. "Haha," Mary laughed. "Eric, no, not really. I mean, he wasn't small, but he wasn't as big as you." John felt a little relieved, his proud seven inches were still unchallenged. "Go on," he told her. "So we were all naked except for the other guy, Scott," Mary said. "And Jenny and I started to tease him like 'Come on, give us the full show' and stuff like that. It looked like he was really hard, so we thought maybe that's why he was reluctant. So Scott, who looked a little embarrassed, drops his underwear," her voice dropped a little. Now it was her turn to make John jealous, "And it was just huge." The lump returned to John's throat. "How big?" he asked. "It was really big," she told him, giggling. "REALLY big, I mean, too big honestly. I didn't measure it or anything, but ..." John gulped, picturing the scene. "Show me," he told her. "Well," Mary said as he soft grip snaked John's raging hard on out of his boxers. "Maybe like this," she said, holding her fingers about two inches beyond the end of his raging cock. "I gasped," she said, continuing her story. "I mean it was definitely the biggest penis I've ever seen...in person. And Jenny was laughing, 'That's the biggest white one I've ever seen, I want to see it hard!' she said. I just watched as Jenny started saying things to try to get the guys hard. It wasn't difficult. Eric was already pretty erect, but Scott wasn't yet. I guess it takes a lot more blood to fill a big one, you know?" John's dick throbbed in Mary's hands as images of his girlfriend ogling two nude men, one of them hung, raced through his head. "So we watched as he started to get hard," she continued, "and it just kept getting bigger. It was long and thick. It was really interesting to see the comparison of two guys side by side. Different sizes, the directions they pointed, colors. It was hot. It didn't last that long though, they both jumped in the pool. I couldn't stop thinking about Scott's big penis, though, lurking down there beneath the surface," Mary laughed. John's heart was pounding as he listened to the story, but his cock was hard as steel. Mary noticed, as she continued stroking his beautiful member. A stream of precum dribbled down over her fingers. She loved cocks, more than most girls. She loved watching them get hard and throb in her hands, mouth, and pussy. She loved how they were both hard and soft at the same time, how the veins stuck out in different patterns and the helmets flared with their bulbous tips. She loved how they were almost always darker than the other parts of the boys' bodies. She loved watching them cum. Most of all she loved making them cum. Mary couldn't understand how other girls could not love penises and how they could not love the taste, smell, and feel of a boy's cum. She'd seen more than a few cocks in her 23 years, but John's was her favorite and not just because it was attached to him. It was perfect, she felt. Big but not too big, perfectly proportioned, thick, veiny, with the most beautiful cockhead she'd ever seen. Best of all, it stayed hard as long as she needed and shot heavy loads of hot sticky semen. Mary loved John's penis the most, but she loved other penises too. When she was alone, when she masturbated, Mary watched video compilations of men cumming. She'd spent hours with her favorite vibrator, watching as one cock after another shot its hot spunk. Sometimes the men were alone, desperately jerking their dicks to satisfy an insatiable urge. Sometimes the cocks erupted over women's bodies, over their faces, inside their wet holes. Sometimes the videos were of a woman and many men, cock after cock blasting ropes of white cum over her body. These last were her favorite, she wanted to be the center of attention and to feel so many strange cocks shooting their boiling seed over her large breasts. Mary wanted to be bathed in sperm and to feel it covering her body. She sometimes watched dirty movies with John, but these compilation videos she saved for herself. They were her secret. She'd be embarrassed if he knew how she craved all this cum and she was afraid he'd feel threatened. "Do you want me to keep going," she asked John, ready to continue with her story. "Yeah, I think I'd like that," he moaned. Mary was getting extremely horny as her boyfriend continued playing with her clit through her wet panties. "Okay, well tell me if this starts to bother you at all." "I'm okay," he said. "It's making me a little jealous but also really horny. Just keep touching me." "Of course, I love your penis," she told him. "So we were in the pool and Jenny and I swam to the deep end to talk. It wasn't long before we got on the subject of Scott's huge cock, I asked her if she'd ever seen anything like it. Jenny is sort of a ho," Mary giggled, "so she'd been with a lot more guys than me. She told me that it was the biggest white penis she'd ever seen. She said she'd seen a couple black ones though, that were probably just as big. 'I think black guys are usually a little bigger,' Jenny told me, 'not always, but a lot of them are.' I told her that it was a lot bigger than any I'd seen before." John groaned as he imagined his girlfriend, nude with another hot woman, talking about the different cocks they'd encountered. "Jenny started teasing me, telling me that I should satisfy my curiosity while I was still young and single. She dared me to touch Scott's cock," Mary whispered. "Is this bothering you? Do you want me to keep going?" "Did you?" John asked. "Hehe," Mary giggled, "well, I mean I was single right. Why shouldn't I... I was really curious." John gulped as his dick continued to throb in Mary's hand. She spread his oozing precum around his thick head and shaft and continued with her wet handjob. "So I swam over to the boys and started talking. It was awkward because I couldn't stop thinking about being so close to two naked guys, two penises just inches away. Jenny came up behind me and started splashing a little. It startled me and I jumped a little, right toward Scott. Jenny did it on purpose!" Mary exclaimed. "She's such a bad girl. But when I jumped away from her, I fell into Scott. He reached up to catch me and he touched my breast ... and at the same time, my stomach brushed up against his dick. He was still kind of hard, and it felt really big and warm against me. I moved away immediately, but I was really embarrassed. Scott and Jenny both knew exactly what was going on. I glared at Jenny but she just laughed and started flirting with Eric. I was pretty sure that they were still having sex and they moved away from us a little bit and started splashing around, laughing. So it was just me and Scott," Mary went on, "and it was really awkward. We talked a little about our plans to go to college in the fall. He kept stealing glances at my boobs, which made me sort of uncomfortable but also turned me on a little." John knew exactly how Scott felt. Mary had great tits. It was a running joke among her friends about how big they were. To be honest, John wouldn't have minded if they'd been a little smaller, but they were pretty spectacular. She had the ability to make tight sweaters appear almost pornographic. When she exercised, she needed a heavy-duty sports bra that pushed her cleavage up nearly to her neck while still barely containing her heavy tits. In a low cut top (which she only wore when she knew there'd be no children around) her cleavage plunged down, turning heads and causing erections wherever she went. When they were out of a bra they spilled down her chest, full and soft with large pink nipples. No man in his right mind would wish for anything larger than Mary's natural 36DD gifts. "Scott was a nice guy though," Mary continued, "and I had known him for a couple years. So I guess I didn't really mind that he kept looking at my breasts. I had certainly gotten an eyeful of his package earlier so I guess it was fair. I moved up to the side of the pool and propped myself up on the steps, giving a little better view. I could see his eyes grow bigger when he saw my tits emerge fully from the water. It was obvious he was looking, so I asked if he liked them. He nodded yes and moved a little closer. Eric and Jenny were on the other side of the pool and they were giggling quietly and making out. It was dark but we could see their wet skin glistening as their bodies pressed together. Without thinking, and I swear John, I'm not usually like this, I turned the tables and asked him how big it was. I don't know why I was so bold, I guess it was just the situation and the fact that I was just really curious. I'd only seen a few penises in my life and I wanted to know more." "He blushed and glanced down at himself in the water," Mary continued. "He said it was about nine inches. I asked him if girls could take it all and he said that the couple he'd been with had a little trouble at first but were able to handle it. He had to be careful though. He said that it was nice to have such a big dick but sometimes it was inconvenient. Then I asked if I could see it. Scott nodded and moved over to sit next to me. I looked down and saw the head sticking up out of the surface. It came several inches up past his belly button. He was really hard and so big. Are you sure you're okay hearing this?" she asked. "Yeah, go on, please," John replied in a soft voice. The sounds of Mary's wet hand sliding over his cock and John's fingers teasing her wet clit filled the quiet room. "Well, we could see Eric and Jenny messing around and both of us were pretty horny. I don't remember who moved first but we started kissing. It didn't take long for Scott to start touching my breasts, which felt nice and turned me on even more. I could feel his erection pressing up against my waist and ribs. It reached almost all the way to my breasts. It felt hot against my skin and the thought of such a big penis pushing against me made me really wet," she explained. "So I asked him if I could touch it. I wanted to see what it felt like. It seemed so powerful compared to the other penises I'd seen before. He said yes and I moved my hand down to his shaft. I was pretty nervous but excited. My fingers reached the underside of his head and then slowly slid down beneath his crown and underwater down his shaft. I reached all the way down to his balls, which were also really big and then pulled my hand back up. It was really sexy, John," she told him. "I had Scott's big wet cock all to myself and I began to explore it. It was really thick and felt full and heavy in my hand. I could barely get one hand around its girth and I could feel it throbbing. I could feel the veins running just beneath the surface. Scott was groaning and lifting his hips up slightly to meet my hand as I stroked him." Mary had started to stroke John's hard cock even faster as she spoke. She had also begun to grind her pussy against his fingers. John was struggling to hold back his orgasm and was forced to pull her hand away. Mary paused as he maneuvered over her, pulling down his boxers to free his cock and yanking her soaked underwear away from the soft lips of her vagina. John began rubbing his cockhead along Mary's wet folds, mixing his precum with her juices up and down over her clit. She moaned as she continued her story. "Scott had begun to finger me as I jacked him off. My pussy was really in need of attention and it felt good, although I didn't think he was going to make me cum. I didn't care at that point though, since I was really more interested in playing with his big cock. Just then Jenny called over to us, laughing: 'Don't let him shoot in the pool, I don't want anyone to find a bunch of cum floating around tomorrow morning.' Scott laughed, a little embarrassed, and moved up to sit on the edge of the pool. I slid up in front of him and started jacking him off again, faster now, rubbing his dick over my wet tits. It looked even bigger now that the whole thing, including his heavy balls, were out of the water." Mary's breath was coming shorter now and John slowly pushed the crown of his cock into the wet folds of her pussy. She moaned softly as he slid is full length into her tight cunt. He began fucking her in a slow rhythm as she continued. "Scott was clearly ready to shoot by this point, and I really wanted to see it. I stroked him faster and faster as I felt him begin to swell up in my hand. With my other hand I began to tickle his heavy ballsack. Soon I felt his cock begin to throb and I knew he was about to cum. I pumped faster and lowered my open mouth as he began to spasm in my hands. The first jet landed across my cheek but I managed to take the second and third in my mouth. His cum was hot and salty. I kept pumping as his cock continued to throb, sending out four more jets of spunk over my chin, neck, and breasts. It was a lot of cum and I wondered if it made sense since his penis was so big. Is that the way it works? Bigger cocks shoot bigger loads?" Mary moaned. "I'm not sure," John replied, straining to keep from shooting his own load in her womb. He continued pumping in and out of her hot cunt, the fingers of his left hand dancing over her hard clitoris. He could tell she was getting close. Her story seemed to be exciting her as much as it was him. Mary's voice stopped, replaced by gentle moaning as John continued plunging his thick dick in and out of her pussy. He had her where he wanted her and could feel her muscles clench around his penis as her orgasm started. She groaned as her pussy flooded his cock with juices. He walls only grew tighter as he continued fucking her and she slowly recovered. "Want me to finish the story baby?" she asked him, breathing heavily. He nodded as his cock moved in and out of her soft folds. "I was worried about keeping the cum out of the pool," Mary said softly, "so I got out and went to clean up. I didn't notice but Scott followed me inside. I made it to the bathroom and began washing his semen off my tits when he appeared behind me in the mirror. I was shocked to see that his cock was still hard and it looked even bigger in the light. My hand instinctively dropped to caress it as he kissed me again. He started fingering me again, which sent me over the edge. I'd seen so much naked skin, played with so much cock, and swallowed enough cum that I was now desperately in need of release. I pushed myself off his chest and up onto the bathroom counter as my hand kept pumping his big dick. We kept kissing as I pulled him by his shaft toward my burning pussy." John could feel Mary's cunt muscles tightening again as he kept fucking her and she continued to tell her story. "His cockhead was so big, I wondered how it would fit. But our skin was still wet from the water and his cum and my cunt was dripping I was so horny. I rubbed it around the lips to spread the moisture and tickle my clit and then slowly pulled him into me. It swear was like being fucked by a horse. I could barely take him he was so thick and I think I only got about half of him inside me. It hurt but it also felt so good. His thickness spread my lips wide open, so wide that my clit rubbed along the top of his shaft as he slowly pumped me. My pussy started to cream as he moved in and out and he slowly pushed his massive cock deeper into me. His cock was finding places of me that no one had ever managed to get to. As he pushed himself deeper, all the way to the hilt, I started to cum, hard. I could feel his big balls slapping against my but and it felt almost like his cock was splitting me apart. I set him off again and I felt as he started to spasm inside me. He dumped another load of cum deep inside my cunt, deeper than anyone ever had. It had only lasted a couple of minutes but my poor pussy was exhausted. He slowly pulled out, my juices and his cum dripping from his thick shaft and swollen head." Mary's Secret John could take no more. He groaned as he erupted inside Mary's deep cunt, triggering another orgasm in his girlfriend. His cock unleashed the flood of cum that had built up throughout the entire time she had been telling him her story. She gasped as he filled her in the throes of her own release. They both collapsed as his cock softened insider her and his cum dribbled out of her pussy. "Are you okay," Mary asked. John thought for a moment. He'd always hoped that he was Mary's biggest but that was clearly not the case. He was jealous but also exhausted after some of the best sex of his life. "I think I'm okay," he replied. "Was it all true." "Yeah," she told him. "We never fucked again though. He went to college in another state and I only see him when he comes home at Christmas. He still hits on me sometimes, but I don't know if I could handle him... he's just too big. Besides, I want to be with you." "Shit," John said. "That was so hot Mary, I had no idea. I'm not mad though." "I love you," she said as she kissed him. As they drifted off to sleep John wondered what other secrets his girlfriend might have. Mary's Secret When he finished and my breathing was back to normal, Jeff told me I could take a shower if I liked. Knowing I needed it, being covered in sweat, I got off the table thinking about all the things I let this stranger do to me. When I was finished showering I dressed in everything but the wet panties. I called our room to let Ethel know I was all right and would be up in a few minutes. But all I got was the answering machine. Placing my phone on the side table, I turned to Jeff. "Could I have something to put my panties in?" Chuckling, he went to a cabinet and pulled out a baggie. Trying not to blush, I stuffed them into my purse. "Thank you for such a wonderful massage." "I gave you a few little extras beyond the works. I'm so happy you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed giving it to you." It didn't take a genius to figure out the extras. There was a counter where they sold massage oils and books on how to give a massage. After choosing the some oils, I added a book and a little vibrator like the one Jeff used on me. When he rang up my sale I gave him a hundred dollar bill and told him to keep the change. The massage was well worth every dollar. I headed back to my room and Ethel still wasn't there. A message on the answering machine said she had met a friend and would see me first thing in the morning. Chuckling I figured that meant someone was getting laid. Still, I would be willing to bet her orgasm wouldn't be close to what mine was. **** "We're running behind and have to hurry if we want breakfast before catching the plane," Ethel said as she woke me the next morning. "And all I'm telling about last night is he's someone from the Earth Day Convention." "Come on, Ethel, you can tell me more, can't you?" I asked, grinning at her. "Okay, he can move my earth any time. How's that?" Laughing, she picked up the phone. Jane and Barb informed us they were ready. I quickly threw all my stuff in the suitcase including my purchases from the night before and we headed down to the breakfast buffet. When we got on the plane Barb and Jane thanked me for giving them the tickets to the show. They told me it was a magician and he was really good. "So, how did your massage go?" asked Jane. Ethel looked at me. "Did you have a massage at the hotel? Who gave it to you, Sylvia or Jeff?" "What, you know them?" "Not personally but I have gotten a few massages there. So, what kind of a massage did you get?" asked Ethel. "First, Sylvia gave me the massage." I couldn't let them know another man touch me as he had. "Second, she only did my face, neck and shoulders, but it felt great." "You know, I heard Jeff is gay so I guess you would have been safe either way," said Ethel as she laughed. "I know Jeff gives good body massages and yes he gave me one. He was very professional about it. He never touched my tits or pussy, although he did massage my ass." "Ethel, you should be ashamed talking like that," said a laughing and shy Jane. "Okay girls, enough about my massage." I was smiling to myself knowing what some of those extras were Jeff gave me. It might seem funny but I didn't feel like I cheated on my Henry. There was no way I would ever tell him about it. Some secrets really need to stay in Vegas. My son was near the luggage carousel, waiting to take us home. We talked about our trip the entire time. When I got home I searched my suitcase and my purse but couldn't locate my phone. I even called the hotel in Las Vegas and asked if they would recheck my room to see if I had left it there. They called me back a few minutes later and said they didn't find it but if anyone turned it in, they would call me. I thanked them and figured I better call the phone company the next day and report the loss. Henry came home and we were happy to see each other. I told him I had a great time but lost my cell phone. He was always easy going and told me we could contact the phone company in the morning. He was ecstatic when he found out I won three thousand dollars. I didn't tell him about the three hundred I kept out and then spent on the massage. That night Henry and I had sex. It was the usual where he touched my pussy for a couple minutes, put his dick in me, and came. I didn't come but it made me think about my massage. I always told Henry I came, but I faked it about half the time because I loved him and the sex really didn't mean all that much to me. The next morning Henry and I were both still on vacation. We were eating breakfast when the phone rang. Henry looked at the caller ID and said, "It's a Las Vegas call. Maybe they found your phone." "Mary, it's for you. Someone named Jeff," he said after answering it. My heart about stopped. What had I done? Just about everything crossed my mind as I took the phone from Henry. "Hello, this is Mary." "Mary, this is Jeff, the masseuse." I walked away from the table hoping Henry wouldn't be able to hear. "Mary, are you still there?" "Yes, I'm here." "I'm sorry to bother you at home but this morning Sylvia came across your cell phone. You left it on the table. Would you like for us to mail it back to you?" I felt so relieved. I looked over at Henry. "They found my cell phone and are going to mail it back to me, Henry." "Thank you so much Jeff and thank Sylvia for me would you please?" I gave him our address so they could mail the phone to us. "I got your home number from the phone itself. You had it in the contact list," he said. "It was great giving you a massage and I hope you return someday." I just smiled not wanting Henry to know what Jeff had said. "We'll see. Thanks again, and bye." There was no way I would ever go back there and have a massage. It was fantastic but I'll never put myself in that kind of situation again, no matter how good it felt. "Who is Jeff?" Henry asked after I hung up. "He owns a massage parlor in the hotel we stayed in, and I decided to pamper myself and have a shoulder and neck massage." "Did this Jeff guy do the rubbing?" "No, he's the owner. A lady named Sylvia works with him and she did the massage. It really felt good. I even bought a book called 'How to Give a Massage', and a few lotions so we can try it on each other." "We can try it tonight. I'm glad you spent a little money on yourself." When I got out of the shower that night I saw Henry lying on the bed looking through the massage book. He was smiling while he was reading it. I watched him as he looked at the bottles of lotions. When he took out the little vibrator which was about the size of his baby finger, he looked at me and asked, "What good can this do?" I smiled at my dear husband and said, "It's not for what you're thinking." "It's okay but I don't feel much," he said when I rubbed his neck with it. I then rubbed it against his nipples and he was shocked at the feeling. I reached down and took his limp dick in my hand and put the vibrator against it. "Oh shit! That little bugger has some power in it. Wait till I use it on you." I smiled and said, "I can hardly wait, since it must really tingle." I had read it in the book about a tingle when touching sensitive parts of the body. The book and lotions and even the little vibrator added a new perspective to our sex life. I guess I owe it all to receiving a massage while in Vegas. As I said at the beginning of the story, "I have a secret I must never tell. It was one of the most memorial days of my life and yet at times one of my biggest mistakes." My cell phone arrived two days later. A simple note just stated, "Thank you for visiting our massage parlor. Please come and visit us again." I will never go to another massage parlor but I do have to say I am glad that I went the one time. It gave me memories to last a lifetime. * Thank you for reading my story. A big 'Thank You' to Mistress Lynn for taking of her time to edit and fix this story for me and make it a much better read. Comments are always welcome and appreciated. DG Hear