2 comments/ 58907 views/ 2 favorites A Very Special Man By: Samuelx I was perhaps nineteen when my adventure with Louis happened. The year was 2004. It was the year George Bush defeated Jon Kerry, the good guy among the Democrats, and took the White House. It was the year I lost faith in the system, and found myself becoming a misanthrope after seeing so much lying, cheating and backstabbing, both among normal people and those in power. As a young black man studying Political Science in college, I was crestfallen and not a happy camper at all. The summer had come and I was a lonely guy. School was over. Unlike most people, I actually really like school. I really liked Rover College. Partly because it's the only school in the nation where there are more male students than females, and also more black people than other races. I like to see black male-positive places. There are so few of them. That's the way I see things and I don't apologize at all for it. I stick to my views, in victory or in defeat. That's the kind of man that I am. I left Rover and returned to my hometown of Boston. It hadn't changed a bit. Boston was still the pond of liberal scum that I had left. I loathed and adored the place. It was unlike any other city on the planet. A stronghold of feminists and liberals. I was back in town and looking for summer employment. I wandered into this huge bookstore and inquired about a job. The owner was a tall, attractive man in his early forties. He had very short hair that was buzz cut and steely blue eyes. His name was Louis Green. I think I had good timing or plenty of luck for he was looking for a clerk. Green Books hired me. Louis Green owned the store, he had since the early 1990s. My new boss was unlike any other man I had ever met. He was a rugged man who probably wouldn't have been out of place back in Frontier America, in the days of the Pioneers of the Wild West. I could see him riding a horse or shooting a gun like a Texas Ranger or something. Louis Green was also bisexual. He was very open about it. I had met queer folks before but I had never met someone like him. The man had an energy about him, a certain glow or charisma. He was good company. I didn't feel too comfortable around hunky white men, not usually anyway. I didn't always like what they had to say about black homosexuals. Often, I felt like I had to watch my words or walk on eggshells. I grew up in a town filled with controlling people. Maybe that's why I liked loose men. Yes, sorry to drop the bomb on you but I like men. I always have. I discovered gay sex at the age of eighteen with my friend Mark Brown. Mark was a tall, good-looking black guy I knew back in high school. He played football and was really popular with the girls. He was a stud. The kind of guy I always envied. You wouldn't have believed that we were friends. He was a super jock and I was a short black man who was also innocently queer. I didn't hide my sexual orientation even back in high school. I was gay. I liked men. I was black and gay, and proud of both of these often conflicting identities. I didn't hide. That's who I was. Mark and I became buddies because I once beat him at tennis. The six-foot-six, 240-pound black athlete was really surprised that a five-foot-six, 140-pound queer boy could beat him at anything. Oh, well. I loved tennis and I excelled at the game. It may surprise you that a lot of homosexuals like sports. Some of the toughest players in the NBA, the NFL and the WNBA have been queers. It may also surprise you that I can bench press about 200 pounds, if I really push myself. Who says short gay men can't be strong? Whatever. Mark and I ended up becoming pals and one day, fuck buddies. Mark was dating this girl named Cindy. Cindy was a tall, pretty black chick with a cute face, athletic body and the booty from hell. At least, that's how he described her. Mark confessed to me that although he liked his girlfriend and enjoyed sleeping with her, he still had urges to sleep with other guys. He had been sleeping with young men for some time now. He kept his stuff on the down low. Mark told me that he slept with Steve Richter, a black dude from a community college. Richter was a married teacher. Oh, well. Sometimes I wondered how many bisexual men were out there. I sometimes felt sorry for them. Stuck between the gay and straight worlds. I was gay and proud. I liked dick. I didn't like pussy. I was not confused about who I was. Thank you very much. One day, Mark came to my house. He had recently broken up with Cindy and was feeling bad. This was the first time I had seen Mark with his head down. He was a very macho guy and he seldom let anything bother him. He was the very definition of the tough and manly man, at least in my eyes. I was sitting next to him on my couch and comforting him. Mark told me that he felt safe with me. Of course he felt safe. I had been living with my uncle Luther since I was young. Luther was an openly gay black man who adopted me when my folks died. He lived with his partner Sean Nixon, a tough Irishman and ex-boxer, in a house in Boston. They were terrific people and of course, fully supportive of me when I realized that I was gay and wanted to come out of the closet. Somehow, Mark and I started to make out. Before I knew it, we were in the shower together. As warm water fell all over our young bodies, we made love. It was a first for me. Oh, I've done it with plenty of guys but I ended up doing something with Mark that I had never done before. I didn't let men enter me. I was strictly top. When I was with Mark, I opened myself to different options. We were kissing and stroking each other. I bent down and took his erect cock in my mouth. I sucked his cock and licked his balls. I sucked him until he came, then I drank his seed. We left the shower and continued this session in the living room. Mark wanted to fuck me. Surprisingly, I was totally down for it. I grabbed a box of condoms and lube and then we did our thing. I was on my hands and knees and the sexy macho jock put on a condom and thrust his dick into me. It was my first time bottoming. Mark put his hands on my hips and slammed his cock into me. I was loving every minute of it. Mark fucked me pretty good. I knew that the men and women in his life should consider themselves lucky to have such a great lover. We fucked and sucked for hours, then started all over again. It was a good day. I was still in my reverie when my boss told me to snap out of it. I looked at Louis Green. He was smiling at me. Not for the first time, I noticed how sexy he was. I liked older men. I had never been with a white man before but I wouldn't mind kicking it with Mr. Green. My new boss was a sexy man. He had the kind of rugged, masculine looks which made Clint Eastwood and John Wayne famous, back in the day. He was a manly man, something rare in today's androgynous society. Give me a macho man over a sissy any day. My boss smiled at me and told me to go on break. He even handed me a cup of coffee. I went to the back of the store to get my stuff before going on break. In the back, I saw a picture filled with neatly labeled pictures. I saw a picture of a younger Louis Green, holding hands with a beautiful woman. Her name was Mary Jane. That must be his wife. I saw another picture of them when they got married. I saw other pictures of them with their offspring, twin boys. I saw pictures of the adult twins, a pair of good-looking blond-haired young men. They were the sons of Louis Green and Mary Jane. I saw pictures of the three of them at Mary Jane's funeral. Apparently, she had died of cancer. I saw pictures of Louis Green holding hands with a tall, good-looking older man. This was his partner, James Marcus. The man he started dating after his wife's death. I smiled while looking at the pictures. My hunky boss had led a remarkable life. He had a wife and kids, once. He had a wonderful family. It's too bad his wife died but he was happy, with a man this time. I felt a bit envious. I was nineteen and had never had a relationship with another man. Just sex in bathrooms, locker rooms and dorm rooms. Often, the men I slept with had wives and girlfriends. I once hooked up with a bisexual lawyer who had a frigid wife, a sexy mistress and a hunky boyfriend, yet he was still sleeping with me! Oh, well. Maybe someday I would be lucky enough to find a good man to love me, like my boss certainly had. Maybe. A Very Special Massage We arrived at the resort about eight in the evening. The flight had a two hour layover in Atlanta so actually we were late to check in. The three of us had planned the vacation months ago, but since our vacation times had to be arranged to coincide we were forced to cancel out twice before things worked out. My name is Susan, Sue to most, and my two friends are Tammy and Tiffany. If age matters, we're all about twenty and I think we're all fairly good looking. Well to get on with it.......... We were all sorority sisters in college and were here to visit another sister, Lisa. Lisa had dropped out of college after her third year and was now a makeup artist for a small modeling agency. She had also opened a beauty salon at this resort and between the two jobs, was making out rather well. Anyway she had arranged for us to stay at the same resort where she had her shop and promised to show us around the island. I should explain, although we're straight, or maybe a little Bi, none of us ever really got serious about any one guy. We'd go so far and no further. I mean sure we'd give a little but as far as I know none of us ever let a guy screw us. If we really liked a guy, maybe we'd jerk him off or sometimes go down on him but that was about it. So that is how we got our rep as being teases. As far as we went with each other, well that was a different story. We all roomed together so it was impossible to keep secrets from each other and we really made no effort to hide anything. I suppose it began when I found Tammy "tribbing" her pillow one afternoon. You know, fucking it and rubbing her pussy against it until she came. At first she was embarrassed, but hell, I'd done the same thing ever since I could remember. Well things got more interesting after that. You know, a little petting and mutual masturbating, things like that. On special occasions, mostly when we were drunk we might do each other, but it never went any further. We were friends, never lovers. Well back to today. We checked in and went to the bar in the lobby. A couple of drinks later, we had brought each other up to date on everything worth chatting about. And as usual we did our scan of the prospects that were available. Mostly older guys who were either married or were losers. I was a bit disappointed. During the first three days we did the usual. Tours, sight seeing and all that, and by that point I was getting bored and was actually looking around for some guy to latch on to. Spending time around the pool was getting a bit much and we started going to the shore. That was a hell of a lot more interesting. At least the guys were younger. Anyway, I began hanging out around Lisa's salon and spending time between there and the pool. Lisa also was the masseuse at the spa and operated out of her salon, occasionally giving privates sessions in clients in their rooms. All strictly on the up and up she assured me. When she asked if I had ever had a massage, I had to admit that I hadn't so it began. I booked an appointment in her salon and the next morning I had my first body massage. To be perfectly honest, it made me so relaxed that I went to sleep. At first I was a bit uncomfortable with it. You know, getting nude with only a small towel to cover up, but after fifteen minutes of her hands working over my back I was addicted to it. She was good and quite frankly Lisa was quite cute. She wore white short-shorts and a white blouse that didn't hide too much. Add to that white sneakers and you have one very cute young lady. I figured that if anyone would know where to meet some interesting guys, she would. So that afternoon things were slow and she joined me at the pool chatting. She tipped me off to two clubs in town that had some action on Friday nights so I got Tiffany and Tammy to go with me. Sure the guys were hot but stupid. You know, Mr. Macho types who though they were god's gift to girls. Real bummers. By now Lisa was giving me massages almost every other day. My morning appointments became afternoon sessions and she did them in my room. And I had actually gotten quite close to her. Anyway, it was Saturday morning and again I was at the pool. Lisa didn't have too much to do so she took a break and sat next to me when I saw him. He took my breath away. Hell he took every girl in the areas breath away. God was he ever good looking. I stared. "Have you ever seen him around here before, I asked." She laughed. "Glen? He's my brother. He doesn't work here but when things are slow he drops in and gets a little sun or if I'm over at the studio doing some makeup work, he takes over in the shop for me. Want to meet him?" I checked myself out, straightened my hair and nodded Yes.... "Definitely, Yes." Have you ever met someone who took left you speechless? This guy had it all. Beautiful muscular body, a smile to die for, and a voice that sent chills down my spine. For one of the few times in my life I didn't have my wits about me. He was congenial and I was a stupid stuttering blonde who couldn't form a whole sentence without stumbling over her words. He chatted with the two of us and thank god for Lisa, she carried on the conversation for me. When he excused himself and left I was breathless. And Lisa noticed it. I'd become so engrossed in him that I let my imagination take over, and at some point during our little chat, and my pale blue bikini bottom had a spreading darker spot form at it's crotch. Although Lisa said nothing, I know she saw it. Embarrassed, I said nothing but got up and quickly dove into the pool. At least now my whole suit was wet and a shade darker by the time I climbed out. I wanted to ask so many questions about him and yet I didn't want her to know how interested I had become in her brother. She picked up on it and opened up to me. I would think of something I wanted to ask her about him, and she instinctively told me with out my even asking. Then came the shocker. She was his sister, but only his step sister. And another confession..... She admitted that she had seduced him soon after her mother and step father had married. It wasn't an on going thing, although he didn't think it was appropriate, he continued to make love to her right up to the present. I gushed over him as soon as Tammy and Tiffany joined me for drinks that evening and they practically demanded that I introduce him to them. Hell, I didn't know if I'd ever see him again but I intended to get Lisa to do what she could to get us together some time. Monday Lisa had an appointment at the studio doing some makeup work on the models for a photo shoot and when I went to the salon, I found Glen there. I sort of followed him around like a sick puppy dog and finally got up the nerve to begin a conversation. It's sort of different when you look at a guy and you know he's fucking his sister. I mean it gives you some courage you normally wouldn't have. So the conversation began safely enough as we discussed the business. At one point I finally blurted out that Lisa had been giving me massages and how wonderfully relaxing I thought they were. Then on impulse, I asked: "when she's not around, do you take over that part of the business for her?" He smiled before answering... "Sure, I'm the one who taught her and sent her to school to learn all about it." I swallowed hard... My mind conjured up an imagined scenario in which he had his hands on my body and I began to weep just a bit down below. For some reason my nipples began to swell up and each time I moved my arms, my bra teased them until I thought I'd lose my breath. A half hour later I had a date. Or at least a sort of rendezvous by the pool later that evening. He couldn't close the salon until ten that evening but around ten thirty he came to the pool and we splashed around between visits to the tiki bar. By eleven thirty the place was closing down and I was getting fairly loopy and more daring. I had brought a wrap but he had come to the pool with nothing on except those tight spandex trunks. Taking my hand he walked me to the lobby and started to say good night. I panicked. "Where are your clothes," I asked. "In the shop. I came straight from there out to the pool. I usually change in there." I took his hand and we walked back to the Salon. He unlocked the door and I led him in. "Don't turn on the lights. Please? Would you consider giving me a complementary massage tonight? I mean if I asked really nice?" I heard him chuckle before he squeezed my hand and led me to the back room. The room was very dimly lit by the light in a display case in the other room. I turned to him and sliding my arms around his neck drew his lips to mine. He wasn't the aggressor, I was. I stabbed my tongue between his warm lips and he began to respond. Taking my arms from around his neck I reached back and unfastened my bra. Now my breasts were pressed against his bare chest and I began panting. Without even asking I unfastened my bottoms and let them drop to my feet before swiveling my hips forward, pressing my smooth pussy hard against his thigh. Without a word being spoken, I crawled up on the massage table and lay on my tummy. He moved closer and he drizzled scented oil on my back and began. So help me god I was swaying between that point where reality and dreams meet. As his hands caressed my shoulders and neck I began to moan lowly. When his warm hands moved lower to the hollow of my back I was beginning to squirm and roll my hips back and forth. He moved his hands and suddenly his palms were gently kneading the cheeks of my ass. I had expected it, wanted it, but still I let out a loud gasp. He paused as if he'd done something wrong when I whispered, "more, do more just like that. I love it." My legs inched apart until my feet were almost hanging off the sides of the table as he began to knead the backs and insides of my thighs. I wanted more. I wanted him to be more daring but I didn't know how to tell him. I suppose he knew. My body was beginning to tremble as he began to move lower. I really didn't want him to go any further. He was moving down the backs of my legs and over my calves and I gasped. "Higher. Go back up. Don't leave my buttocks I want more there." His hands quickly slid up the backs of my thighs and again rested on my ass. More warm oil and his fingers slid from the hollow of my back slowly down. His fingers moved between the cheeks of my ass and still lower. Up and down he massaged and his middle finger began to glance over my little tan portal. I was becoming frantic. Between the teasing sensation of his index finger stroking my most private part and the occasional moments when he would gently let his finger drift between the weeping folds of my pussy I was ecstatic. My pussy began to throb. Actually ache with the slow contractions and I continued to shiver. I finally couldn't stand it any longer and rolled over onto my back. He probably expected it but pretended not to. He reached for the oil again and began to drizzle it just under my throat. "NO! Take off your trunks Glen. This isn't fair. If I'm nude, the least you can do is join me. Please take them off." I think that caught him by surprise. He began to stutter something but gave it up. Reaching to his hips he shrugged out of his bathing suit and returned to the table. Again reality became a misty shadow of sensations. At some point it was no longer a massage. He was making love to my body with his hands. He knew everything my body was telling him. He would cup my breasts and ever so gently knead them between his palms. His fingers danced across my nipples, sometimes holding them between his thumb and forefinger as if rolling a grape then he might move on. Sometimes sliding the ball of his fingers along their taunt surface and at other times drawing his fingers around the aureoles that had given birth to a pattern of small bumps. He was playing with my body and I was going insane. My breasts are sensitive. There seems to be some erotic connection between my nipples and my pussy. The more he taunted and played with them the harder they got and the more congested and swollen my cunt became. When I felt his breath on my left breast I let out a gasp. I must have been holding my breath too but when his warm lips circled it and sucked I felt me pussy contract hard and start to weep. He would suck first one nipple into his mouth, hold it there a second and lift his head until it slipped from between his lips. Again and again he did that until I was ready to scream. When I couldn't stand it any longer he took one nipple between his teeth, as his hand reached across and rolled the other between his fingers. His free hand slid slowly down across my tummy and rested, palm down on my throbbing vagina. Like the tentacles of some seductive creature might, his fingers began to probe and move. Now just brushing my pussy, now parting my puffy labia, invading the soft slippery crevasse between. I began thrashing. My need was him. I wanted to hold him. But bending his head over and suckling my breasts the way he was, I could only grab his buttocks. Finally his lips left my nipple and followed his hand downward, kissing a pattern of warm tracks down until his mouth joined his hand. When I felt his tongue dart out and stab at my clit I screamed. "Glen! Oh my god Glen. What are you doing to me? Oh damn don't ever stop. I'm so close and I don't want it to end." I was sure there was nothing more in life at that point. At last I could reach his cock and wrapping my hand around it I frantically tried to bring it to my mouth. His fingers began to crawl within my pussy. One, two, three they slowly moved into my slippery opening and his mouth clamped over my clit. He was masturbating my clit with his lips, sucking and relaxing and all the time his fingers were probing, curling, twisting and stroking in and out. Rolling my shoulders to one side I trapped his cock in my mouth. Holding it there I fondled his balls and slowly moved my head back and forth, taking him in as deep as possible. I didn't feel it coming. I had been so close to orgasming for the past ten minutes that I should have expected it. Suddenly it felt as if I were being turned inside out. I screamed and thrust my hips up. His teeth brushed against my clit as I came in his mouth. And suddenly I found myself smearing my slippery wetness all over his face. For a long moment I was lost in the most intense climax imaginable. Slowly it ebbed, but another always hung just out of reach. I wanted it again and for the moment it was elusive. By now Glen was so hard and big that I was beginning to gag. I panted and begged. "Put it in! For god's sake give it to me. Fuck me! I want it deep and fast! Oh god I want to cum again Glen. Fuck me baby!" I rolled from my side onto my back again and as he knelt at the bottom of the table, I lifted my legs high and lay them on his shoulders. Perhaps I was too anxious or perhaps a little too demanding but I reached between my own legs and clutched at his rigid shaft. The backs of his thighs were tight against the cheeks of my ass and it was a simple matter to slide the head of his cock up and down from my clit to my vagina. Finally he must have felt the soft opening slowly expand near the bottom of my slit and slowly edged his cock in. It was a moment I will never forget. My first, and it was something I will never be able to describe. I was already wet and rather sticky so there was only the sensation of being stretched open. But my god he seemed so big. I instinctively contracted but he continued to move deeper and deeper and I thought it would never end. When I felt his cock nudge my cervix I let out a little gasp. I couldn't let him stop. I went rigid and dug my chin into my chest, sobbing. "MORE. AGAIN. Don't stop! Keep doing it! Keep fucking me!" I don't know too much what other girls do, but I know this. After the second or third thrust I seemed to open up. I no longer felt his cock pounding against the depths of my pussy. I felt his cock moving in and out and the heat as his balls. His thighs continued to make that smacking sound against the underside of my uplifted legs. As his swaying balls continued to pat against the sensitive space between my cunt and my ass. Gazing into his face, my eyes clouded with sensations and I had to reach up and clutch his biceps as I tried to pull him deeper inside me. Tendrils of erotic thoughts streamed thru my mind and the feeling his strong thighs slapping against my butt and the methodical stroking of his cock moving in and out was moving me closer and closer to another orgasm. He had reached around my thighs and was doing things to my nipples with his warm oily fingers. Where minutes earlier he had been dragging his teeth up along their sensitive surface, his fingers now were doing the same thing. And so help me god.. I turned into a mad woman. I had to be satisfied and he had me hanging on the edge. I lost it. I lost any semblance of dignity or respectability. At that moment I was a whore. I needed him to satisfy me, and for some strange reason, I needed him to lose his control along with me. I wanted desperately to hear him call out my name and tell me he was going to cum with me. Several times I think I came. Oh not the big one, but a staccato of mini climaxes that made my face flush and took my breath away. Then.... Almost as if he were within my mind I heard his voice. "Sue? Sue, I'm gonna cum. I can't stop it! I'm cumming!" If there's a trigger that was it. As soon as I heard his voice I felt my pussy contract hard and I was going over the top. And as his breath quickened and he tried to draw out I clutched his upper arms more desperately and held him. "Give it to me! Fuck me Glen. Shoot for me. Mix it with me. I'm cumming too. Oh god don't let it stop. Keep going. I'm with you, I need it bad baby. I need to feel your cock moving inside me. NOW! Gimmee it now!" His body shuddered with each pulsating jet and I felt my ass lift up high. I was supported by my legs on his shoulders and my own shoulders on the padding. My back was arched and I was gurgling some incoherent sounds from deep in my throat. It was amazing and I made him stay inside me for a while after we had both finished. Panting like fools I just stared at him and gasped. "Holy shit, that was wonderful. I never had anything like that happen before." When he smiled and began to draw out, I had another crazy urge. I wanted to put my lips around his cock and taste us. I mean I really wanted to taste our sex. It was a compulsion that I had thought about and suppressed until now. So sliding off the table I squatted at his feet and took his shaft in my mouth and drained him. I never told Tammy or Tiffany about that night, and was determined to have other nights with Glen but then there was Lisa. I couldn't stand the thought of him fucking her. I even thought about threatening to tell about their little arrangement, but the next day I abandoned that idea. I went to the salon to have a chat with Lisa but as soon as I walked in the door Lisa came over and put her arms around me and we actually kissed on the lips. Backing away she smiled at me and gushed. "You and Glen did it didn't you? Oh he didn't say anything but I know him so well. I'm so glad for you. He was fantastic wasn't he? And the way he was all giddy and floaty this morning I knew it. He likes you Susan. I've never seen him like this. I couldn't even bring myself to nod a yes to her. She knew though. "Look, I'll butt out but if the two of you become an item, could you sometimes let me and my brother sort of spend some time together? It's going to be hard to give everything up but I'll do my best." A Very Special Massage "Hello, this is room 224, I'd like to make an appointment for an in-room massage." "Of course ma'am. Ms. Anderson already has a note in to have everything set up for you. I just have a couple of questions. What time would you like?" "7 would be good." "Ok, and would you like one masseuse or two?" Jeannie paused, unsure, then answered, "two". "Very well. Thank you!" Jeannie hung up the phone, feeling downright decadent! Her friend Jennifer had been managing this hotel off the strip in Vegas for the last couple of years, and Jeannie finally made some time for a vacation to come and visit her. The perks of an upgraded room and great service were just a bonus. Jennifer had told her she would set her up with "the total treatment" while she was out, and a double massage definitely fit the bill. How luxurious! She had an hour until her appointment, so she walked into the cavernous bathroom, and started the water to fill the bath, pouring in some lilac bath beads. She refilled her glass of wine, and undressed. By then the bath was full enough, so she slipped into the warm scented water – ah heaven! As she lay back, resting her head, her body couldn't be much more relaxed. The warm water, along with the effects of the wine in her stomach were working their magic. Ten minutes before her massage appointment, she pulled herself out of the tub, dried off, and wrapped herself in a fluffy, cozy robe, and stepped into her slippers. She poured a little more wine, although she was already feeling a little fuzzy, and stretched out on the comfortable couch to wait. She almost started falling asleep, when she heard a soft knock on the door. "Come in", she said, assuming it would be the two massage therapists. Jeannie looked over to the door, and was surprised to see two tall men enter, one carrying a large bag, and the other with a portable massage table in his hands. She hadn't even thought of asking for females, not like it should matter. She had been worked on by a male masseuse before. But not quite that looked like that. They were both gorgeous, tall, one blond, one dark-haired. They also both had on tight t-shirts, and their bulging arm muscles made her stomach start to do flips. Wow, this was going to be interesting. "Set up out here ok?" said the blond man. "Sure," Jeannie said, unable to get anything else out. The blond opened up the table and set that up. The dark-haired man set the bag on a nearby table, and opened it up, taking out a sheet and some bottles of oil. Then he walked over to the light switch on the wall, and dimmed the lights to a pale glow. "All set," said the blond, after he placed the sheet over the massage bed. "We'll wait in the other room while you get comfortable. Please start out lying on your stomach." They stepped into the attached bedroom, and after a few seconds, Jeannie stood up and slipped out of her robe and slippers, and sat on the table. She turned to lie on her stomach, pulling the sheet over her and closing her eyes. "Ready?" "Yes," Jeannie managed to squeak, and she heard the men come back in the room, quietly murmuring to each other. She sensed the men on either side of the table. "Okay, just relax and concentrate on your breathing. Let us do the rest," the man on the right side of her said. She felt the sheet being pulled gently off her back, folded down over her hips. The rush of air on her skin caused a rash of goose bumps to pop up across her back and arms. Two sets of warmed, oiled hands started rubbing her around her shoulder blades, and up around her upper arms and neck. The amount of skin two sets of hands could cover felt amazing, and pretty soon she couldn't even tell where each man was caressing her, it was just a blur of touching, covering her from neck to her lower back. Oh yeah, a double-massage was the right way to go! Between the physical sensations, and the wine that had settled in her stomach, her entire body felt warm and tingly. She started to drift off, completely comfortable and weightless. At some point Jeannie felt the sheet being pushed further down her legs, and then it was gone, off the table, exposing her full naked body to the air. Those magic hands continued to work their way down, slowly, over each butt cheek, pausing there to drag finger-tips up and down, and in circles. Jeannie couldn't hold back an unconscious moan. The strong hands continued down each leg, simultaneously, squeezing and rubbing the back of the upper thighs, down to the spot just above the calf, the back of the knees, causing a tickling sensation in her stomach, and over the calf muscles to her feet. The hands lifted momentarily, and then returned to her feet. A set of oiled hands were deeply massaging each foot, from each toe to the arch and heel. Each man started pressing on a spot somewhere around the middle of the foot, pushing hard to that location, and instantly Jeannie felt her pussy spasm, and a deep warmth start to spread out from there. The pressure continued, and it took all her willpower not to start thrusting against the table. What was happening? Oh my god, she thought, she must be so much more deprived than she thought to get so turned on from a massage. The hands trailed back up her legs, fingers whispering over the surface. She felt hands on both thighs, gently moving her legs apart. Oh no! What if she was leaving a wet spot on the sheet under her – how embarrassing. No sooner had that thought crossed her mind, and the hands returned to her upper thighs, starting to rub the inside of her thighs, and she could feel their fingers trail over her pussy lips from the back. She was so wet, they had to feel it. Jeannie, although highly aroused, was still in a deep state of relaxation, eyes remaining closed. The fingers became bolder, and slickened by her juices, were now fully rubbing the inside surface of the lips, and slipping inside her. Jeannie couldn't hold back a moan, stifled by the sheeted surface beneath her face. He hips started thrusting against the pressure. Then the hands pulled away, but immediately the two men, on either side, starting turning Jeannie to her back. They started rubbing her shoulders, working downward to her breasts. Hands were caressing around each breast, cupping each mound, with a thumb on the nipples, circling and flicking each to a hard point. Then she felt mouths on her nipples, sucking, nibbling, and her breath caught in her throat. As she felt her nipples being licked and sucked to almost painful points, she felt hands move between her thighs, still dripping wet with her juices. One hand concentrated on her clit, rubbing the throbbing flesh, and the other hand pushed three fingers inside. Her body was being attacked with overwhelming sensations, from her breasts to her soaking wet pussy. Her head rolled back and forth, she was in complete ecstasy, every cell on fire with desire. Hips thrust up against the hands on her pussy, unable to control herself, and she felt her climax start to rise. He hips were pushed up and frozen and wave after wave swept over her, and she cried out in complete abandon, eyes opening as she gasped in pleasure. The man at the bottom half of the table, the blond man, pulled his fingers out, covered in her juices, stepped to the bottom of the table, grabbing Jeannie's legs, and pulling her down until her legs hung over the edge. Jeannie didn't resist, her body still shaking. He reached down to unzip his jeans, and pulled out his hard aching cock. He reached up to grab her legs again, and in one swift movement, before Jeannie even knew what was happening, pulled her body against his, pushing his cock all the way inside her. The dark-haired man stood to the side of the table, one hand reaching out to caress a breast, while his other hand pushed the top of his running pants down to bring out his own cock, stroking the shaft. The blond was fucking Jeannie hard and quick, his hands moving up to firmly hold her hips, and Jeannie automatically wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling her hips up, causing him to sink even deeper inside. She felt so full, and her clit was still swollen and aching. The other man pulled one of Jeannie's hands over to his rigid cock, pushing her hand up and down, and when he let go of her, she continued jerking him off. His pre-cum dripped on her hand, making his cock slick under her hand. She was lost in all the feelings assaulting her, and when she felt another climax starting, the muscles inside her pussy tightened. The blond felt her pussy wrap around his cock, and spasm in orgasm. His cock froze inside her as he squirted his own juices deep inside her cunt. He caught his breath, pulling out, his cock coated in both of their juices. As soon as he pulled out, and started moving to other side of the table, the dark-haired man pushed Jeannie's hand off his penis, and moved down to the bottom of the table, looking at her soaking wet pussy, red from the fucking she had just taken. He looked up at Jeannie, as if giving her a chance to stop him, but Jeannie was looking at the cock in his hand, even bigger than the other man's, at least 9 inches long and thick, with veins pulsing. She could feel he was well hung when she had his cock in her hand, but now looking at it, she realized she was about to be fucked by a bigger cock than she ever had before. He didn't hesitate then, but held on to her legs, pulling her fully up and off the table. She had to wrap her feet around his neck for support, and as she did, he easily slid inside her silky wet pussy. From that angle, with his larger cock, he sank so deep inside, it hurt a little, but the pleasure was overwhelming, and she started to pant and moan as he continued to thrust in and out, hard and slow. The blond, who had already fucked her, just watched his partner while softly squeezing her breasts and nipples. Then he leaned over and kissed her. Jeannie just opened her mouth at the pressure and let his tongue inside her mouth, just as she felt herself start to come again, her body aroused to such a high level, the orgasm started and then just pounded through her. The man inside her felt her starting to clench around him, and began thrusting harder and faster until she completely was over the edge, and he let himself go, filling her with his seed. As he softened inside her, her legs untangled from around him, and he pulled out, while the other man reached over to pick Jeannie up. She dropped her head on his shoulder, arms around his neck. She was completely spent, and could never have walked on her unsteady legs. He carried her into the bedroom, the other man moving ahead quickly to pull the cover down so she could be gently placed in the soft sheets, with the covers pulled up over her to the chest. Each man leaned over and kissed her softly on her forehead, and the blond man said, "Jennifer arranged everything, so I hope we lived up to her expectations. And yours." Although Jeannie was already half asleep, her body needing to recover, she smiled. Jennifer knew exactly what she needed, but would never pursue herself. She owed her friend a big thank you. "Oh yeah," she yawned, stretching her arms above her head. "But I may need one more time to make sure, so see you both back here tomorrow night?" The two men glanced at each other smiling. "See you then," the dark-haired man said. "Get some rest, we'll let ourselves out." Jeannie hardly heard them leave, but as she fell into a deep satisfied sleep, she was already looking forward to the next night. Getting a massage would never be the same again. A Very Special Massage And so it began. A Very Special Message A very special message for a very special lady. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (6 min/mp3) * * * * *