0 comments/ 380072 views/ 23 favorites Magic Fingers By: Noah Of all the school breaks Easter was my favourite. When fresh young women step out in their light Spring frocks, faces smiling, eyes beguiling. Something is in the air. Everyone feels it, though none speak of it, for that would make it sordid, complicated. I pulled up in my BMW convertible outside the school gates. Several other parents were there waiting for their privileged young things to appear. There was money here, money that enabled parents to shoo their children off to private school for weeks at a time and not feel guilt. A good education is the rock upon which a society is built. These young girls - 12 to 18 were tomorrow's lawyers, politicians, decision makers. They were also, as the offspring of the successful tend to be, absolutely gorgeous. Some of them had already risked punishment by changing out of the regulation uniforms, others stamped their individuality on the situation by wearing their bonnets at an angle or artificially raising the hemlines of their blue pleated skirts to almost indecent levels. "Woohoo Daddy" I recognised the slightly sarcastic timbre of Amy's voice. She had never really embraced the idea of private schooling - she always said "daddy" in what she imagined was a snooty affected voice, which secretly I loved - but since her mother had passed away I had had little choice. And she was all the better for it. At 18 this was her final year before going to university and her grades were exemplary: she was well set to pursue a career in medicine. Her shoulder length dark brown hair caught the breeze and snaked across her face. As usual she looked healthy and her make up was understated. She draped her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth, slyly letting her tongue glaze my lips. I felt her heat instantly. If this young lady had been a cat her tail would have been brushing the moon. "This is Sarah" she said nodding at a shy looking rather thin blonde girl. "She's my best friend in my year and I said she could come to the castle too. Please Daddy she hasn't got anywhere to go..." She leaned in and whispered "She'll be cool with it Dad, promise" The "castle" was of course nothing of the sort. It was more of an old rundown villa in the north of France. I had bought it as an investment with some romantic notion of becoming a vineyard owner, or maybe an impressionist painter. Whatever, it had become our holiday destination of choice over the past few years. "Doesn't she have to...tell anyone?" "Dad she has nobody. Her mother committed suicide after her arsehole alcoholic dad ran off with some librarian. It's a good job she's in the final year because she never could have afforded another." I looked at the awkward little waif. She was beautiful in an elfin way, but her big blue eyes revealed the true depth of her pain. She looked as though nobody had said a nice thing to her for 10 years. "Well Sarah, how would you like a trip to France?" The smile she gave me was worth all the wealth I had and more. This was going to be a stunningly beautiful woman in the not too distant future. Amy loved this car. She saw herself as a Hollywood starlet from the 30's being whisked away by her leading man, the wind cascading her hair and bringing a blush to her cheeks. She particularly liked to stare haughtily over the top of her designer sunglasses at other road users as we overtook them, sometimes blowing them a kiss. Occasionally some rampant youths would blow their horns and attempt to race us, but the convertible doesn't like to be behind another car... I had worked out a route that avoided the major roads to the port. Over the years I had almost perfected it, there being one stretch of about 10 miles that for some reason always seemed nearly empty. Here I could put my foot down and make good time. Amy had reclined the seat a little and was more animated than I had seen her, nervously checking the road every now and then. She turned to talk to Sarah and in doing so opened her legs wide, affording me an excellent view of her white panties. She was rocking on her seat a little as though attempting to scratch an itch without actually touching it. "Daddy I have a surprise for you - give me your hand" She took my hand in hers and eased it down the front of her knickers. "Like? I shaved it this morning. Does it feel different? Do you like it?" I looked nervously in the mirror but couldn't see if Sarah had noticed "It's very smooth. And wet" I observed "As always with you. Now Daddy? Pleeeeeeeeease?" "Oh my God AMY!" Sarah, it seemed, had noticed "What are you doing? Oh MY GOD!" Amy turned to her. "It's cool Sare, daddy loves to feel my young cunt, don't you pater?" Embarrassed I made to withdraw my hand. "Nooooo" she whimpered, clamping my hand between her legs. She seemed to purr as she manoeuvred herself into various positions, each one eliciting a moan of pleasure as my fingers contacted yet another erogenous zone. "See, daddy has magic fingers. Well that's what I think anyway - Oooooooooh SHIT! Already?" She gasped for breath 4 or 5 times and then screamed as she came, her head tossed back, eyes shut tight. I felt her lips pulsate against my fingers as she leaked her ooze into my hand. "Jesus daddy, 10 seconds? That's a record." Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shone with excitement and lust as I slowly withdrew my hand from her panties, letting my finger linger as it slid up her crease. I licked her cum from my fingers - I know she likes that- and carried on driving. It's true, I do have magic fingers. I don't know what's going on there, maybe some kind of electrical pulse, or a chemical synergy point, but suffice to say I am quite popular with the women. With Amy it had happened by accident. She had noticed a tingling in her fingers when I held her hand and she said it made her tickle in her chest and throat. While she was growing up she always wanted me to hold her hand until she drifted off to sleep. And later, in her teens, she had often asked me to massage her feet and hands. I can only guess how she resolved the feelings after I had left her. Then one day it happened. Last year on another trip to the castle she had astounded me by taking my hand and placing it on her panties. Within 2 minutes she had brought herself off using my fingers as a vibrator. She said she was driven by some kind of lust monster that had just taken her over. She also discovered she was multi-orgasmic and within an hour I had completely worn her out. And guaranteed her undivided attention for the rest of my life of course. I caught Sarah's eye fleetingly in the rear view mirror. What she had made of it all I don't know. Amy had never told anyone else of our arrangement and now here she was inviting strangers to our villa. She diffidently averted her gaze when she saw me looking. The scent from Amy's orgasm was everywhere. Amy herself was dozing off, her legs slightly open and her soaked panties just visible. I was finding it quite difficult to drive, what with the intoxicating fragrance and the full on erection bursting to get out of my trousers. Casually I adjusted the mirror slightly. Sarah was sat in the centre of the back seat which involved placing a foot either side of the central hump which runs the length of the car ( could be something to do with crankshafts or exhausts, not really my thing I'm afraid). She was wearing the regulation uniform of course, but her knees were firmly closed. She did have quite thin legs, like one of those supermodels of the 80's - how an earth 'heroin addict' ever became a look I'll never know. I pulled over at the next lay-by on the pretext of needing a pee. Amy woke from her slumbers. "Did you bring a picnic daddy?" she asked. She knew I had, I always did. Well not so much a picnic, more a case of wine and some snacks. "Help yourself" I said as I rushed behind a tree to adjust my increasingly uncomfortable underwear When I returned both girls were swigging from a bottle of very expensive red. "Like it?" "It's OK dad...tastes rubbery" "Why thank you velly much", I said in a pathetic Chinese accent. We always did this joke, she loved it and roared with laughter despite having heard it 100 times. "How about you Sarah?" "Mmmm delicious" "Have you got anything else for Sarah Daddy? Any magic?" I had sat beside Sarah in the back and for the first time smelt her fragrance. "Oh I don't know, Sarah might not want anything" I had placed my hand on Sarah's bare thigh just above the knee. I could sense she felt the tingle. "What do you mean magic?" she giggled nervously, "tickles" "You saw what I did for Amy..." my hand had wandered up her skirt and the tip of my thumb was brushing against her panties She clasped her legs shut. "No please, don’t" "You don't like how my hand feels on your legs?" "I don't know...." "How about higher up like this?" Pressing my hand against the force of her resistance I managed to squeeze my thumb between her legs, feeling the slightly damp fabric of her panties. "Please...I -" "Tell me to stop if you mean it and I will" I felt her legs ease slightly "Feels funny" I moved my hand under the waistband of her panties but she jerked away quickly "No, please...I don't-" The sudden movement had caused her skirt to ride up and I saw that her panties were drenched. "How about I help you out of these wet things?" I reached down and tugged at her knickers. Still she resisted. Her blond tuft of pubic hair was now exposed and I could see her swollen clit swamped in her juice. Placing a finger on her clit I gently massaged it until I felt her yield to me. She leaned back whimpering and opened her legs. This time she offered no resistance as I slipped her panties down her legs, her silky wet cunt now exposed. Amy had meanwhile unleashed my rock hard cock and was sucking on it like a seasoned expert. I fingered Sarah and felt the familiar swelling inside her...I leaned down and kissed her clitoris as she orgasmed in my mouth "Oooooooooooooh Jesus FUCKING Christ " she screamed as she bucked herself into my face "Lick my cunt pleeeeeease lick my little tight cunt". This was all it took, with a mighty release I shot my sperm into Amy's eager mouth. Nobody spoke for 10 minutes. What a sight we would have been for passing motorists. Fortunately the road was deserted and dusk was beginning to fall. I was the first to break the silence "Sarah I....I'm sorry I forced you I - " Amy giggled "Daddy, you nonce. We planned this ages ago. That's Sarah's fantasy...she loves being overpowered. I told her about your fingers and she begged me to let her come today. I knew you would go for it you filthy beast hee hee" Boy did I feel foolish. "so...all the other stuff" "all true daddy. Sarah has nobody" Sarah looked at me with those blue eyes "Sorry if I was naughty sir. I was hoping you might like another daughter. I try to behave well sir, but sometimes I forget" With that she pulled her knickers up and smoothed down her skirt. And we went to France... Magic Fingers When Matthew gave her the gift certificate, Jan looked at it with skepticism. A day at the spa? It was something she would just never do, something too "Yuppy" for her. But Matthew insisted that she would love it, and he wanted her to use it. He had even set up the appointment for Monday, her day off. Jan spent most of the morning doing her errands, all the things she didn't have time to do during the work week. Then she went into their bedroom, arranging her pillow nest and pulling up the quilt, settling down to nap. She reached for Matthew's pillow, holding it against her body, his scent floating around her, and fell asleep. She woke with a start. It took her a minute to remember what day it was, what time it was. She then remembered the damn appointment at the spa and thought about cancelling. But it was only a few hours away and she feared that Matthew would lose all the money he had paid. Then she thought how happy he was to have given her this gift, and she decided to suffer through it. She supposed there was something worse than being pampered for hours by someone being paid to be nice to you. She showered quickly, trying to wake up. She wasn't sure of the etiquette of massage parlors, but felt it would not be necessary to be well-dressed for the appointment. She dressed in lacy red panties and a matching bra, then a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and denim shorts. She slipped into her beloved flip flops and pulled her hair into a pony tail. Grabbing her gift certificate, she headed out the door. Her certificate was for a facial, plus a hand and foot massage, complete with hot paraffin soaks. Arriving at the establishment, it was just as she expected. New Age music filled the air, the strong scent of incense was heady. She expected a character with long, flowing robes to approach her as she stood in the lobby. A water fountain trickled in the corner, the lighting was dim, the mood hushed. She took a seat on the bamboo furniture and waited to be greeted. When the office door swung open, she was surprised to see a tiny blond woman coming toward her. Nothing ethereal about her. She was pretty, maybe in her early thirties, and very energetic. She wore the smallest of shorts, just barely covering her butt cheeks and a tight, tiny shirt. Her nipples poked against the fabric, Jan was sure that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her long pony tail bobbed as she talked, waving her tanned fingers as she explained the afternoon schedule to Jan. She then led Jan to a room, and told her to remove her outer clothing, leaving on her undies, just lowering the bra straps. The massage table was covered with a crisp white sheet. There was a large pillow roll under the sheet near the base and another white sheet was folded across the bottom of the table. Jan was instructed to get comfortable, bringing the pillow roll beneath her knees and cover up to her chest with the extra sheet. Harp music was being piped into the room, relaxing Jan. She stripped to her red lingerie and climbed onto the table, getting situated as instructed. There was a small, perfect pillow for her head and she felt totally cradled in softness. The door opened and Roxanne, the therapist, entered. Immediately, she began working on Jan's face. She spread one liquid after another, softly massaging her skin. Roxanne's fingers flew over her cheeks and chin, her eyes and forehead. She had the lightest touch, yet Jan felt her skin tingle from the invigorating massage. The scents mingled in her nostrils, sweet, tart, tangy. She could feel coolness, then heat, then tingling peppermint. All the while, those fingers moved with precision and skill. Jan was nearly asleep, in that middle place where her mind just ran free. She imagined those fingers touching her forever, touching her intimately. She could feel her inner pink throbbing at the sensations. She found herself imagining the little blond woman touching her nipples, her tummy, her damp pussy. She imagined those flying fingers on her nipples, teasing them into hardness, making them ache. Or those fingers dancing on her clit, which was beginning to throb. Hmmmm, she was truly enjoying this part of the massage. Maybe Yuppies knew what they were doing! Finally, she felt the fingers slowing. Roxanne was explaining that this was the final step as she applied a mask to Jan's face. The pack was heavy, musky-smelling. She could feel it tightening on her face almost immediately. Then Roxanne placed icy cold packs on Jan's eyes. They were so incredibly cold that Jan considered asking her to remove them, sure that the cold was too intense. She wrapped Jan's face in a warm towel, patting it in place. Jan felt the eye packs lose some of the iciness and began to enjoy the sensations passing through her. Cold, hot, heavy, light, and always, darkness. So incredibly dark. Jan felt herself sinking into the sensuous world of sensation, where there is no sight, just enjoyment. Roxanne whispered that she would be right back and Jan heard the heavy door open and close. She felt herself drifting off, lulled by the music and the soft aroma of the facial mask. Hearing the door open again, she was disappointed. She was so afraid that the massage was over and she would have to move to the next phase. She waited for Roxanne to say something, to tell her what to expect next, but no one spoke. Instead, she felt the sheet being lowered to her waist. Her pretty, lacy bra fastened with two clasps between her breasts. She felt fingers there, unhooking her bra and pulling it apart. It fell from her body, and the fragrant air was nearly tangible on her skin. The flying fingers began to massage her breasts. Starting at the outer edges, she felt the lotion being stroked into her skin, quickly and lightly. Her nipples began to ache, hardening and tightening, longing to be touched. But the fingers did not touch them. They massaged and stroked and painted all the rest of her full breasts, deliberately avoiding the tight brown crowns. Jan felt pretty sure she should say something, but how could she stop something so incredibly delicious? One by one, she felt the various lotions and creams massaged into her breasts, the fingers moving so close to her achy nipples, but never quite touching them. Jan arched her back, to encourage the fingers to move closer, to touch and manipulate the aching center. The room was so hushed. Only the continuous harp music could be heard. No voices spoke. Jan wondered if it was Roxanne, and wondered at the meaning of that. Then she decided she didn't really care who it was. At this point, all she wanted was some sort of release. She felt the mask being applied liberally to her sensitive skin, felt her breasts encased in the quickly hardening shell. Then, oh, then....the icy cold packs were placed on both nipples at once. It sent a jolt through her body, made her cry out loud and arch off the table. She felt the warm towels being wrapped around her, covering her breasts and sending the heat deep into her skin. All movement stopped. Jan tried to relax, to lie back and just enjoy this surprising addition to her scheduled pampering. She tried to take deep breaths, and enjoy the sensations she was experiencing. Just as she was reaching that place, where she could actually drift off to sleep, she felt the fingers again. Lightly, skillfully, they danced on her bare tummy, nearly flying over her exposed skin, the fleetest of touches, the gentlest of caresses. At one point, she felt sure it was Matthew, and that he had arranged this entire massage just so he could surprise her like this. But the fingers felt too light, too trained to belong to Matthew. She wondered again if it was Roxanne. She pictured her tiny body standing nearby, her lips wet and shiny, her delicate fingers covered with oil and touching her so intimately. Jan thought perhaps she should say something, protest this intimacy or reach out and stop the flying fingers, but she couldn't. To be honest, she didn't care if the postman had wandered into this room, she never wanted those hands to stop touching her. When she felt the hands on her hips, the fingers slipping into the band of her panties, Jan did not protest. She lifted her hips, feeling her silky panties sliding down her thighs, and over her feet. The sheet was non-existent now, and the cool air bathed her entire body. Again, she wondered if it was Matthew, teasing her, tempting her. He HAD been adamant about this gift, this appointment. If it was him, Jan was sure this was the sexiest thing he had ever done. But what if it wasn't him? What if tiny, golden Roxanne was standing beside her now, licking her lips and looking at her naked body? Jan wondered if she should be offended or upset, but could not manage either reaction. Honestly, if it was Roxanne, all Jan wanted was for her to continue the massage. As if reading her mind, the fingers continued, growing bolder. They softly massaged her tummy, stroking lightly across the skin, carefully tracing the triangle of curlies there. Creams were being used, soft caresses on all her tanned skin. The fingers teased, Jan's hips started to respond. She felt herself moving her hips slightly, thrusting up to meet the fingers. She wanted them to reach into her curlies, comb them, and touch her inner pink. She even considered asking aloud for that, but stopped herself. The incredible darkness surrounded her, and the absolute silence. Perhaps that was making this experience even more erotic. The fingers moved to her thighs, stroking them and massaging the tingling skin. As she felt the cool air on her inner thighs, Jan realized that the hands had carefully pushed her legs apart, exposing her to...Someone. Ah, the fingers moved up her groin, outlining even further the soft triangle. She felt herself swelling open, felt the wetness gathering inside her and actually spilling onto her thighs. One finger, one small, skillful finger, moved into her curlies. She felt the fingertip, tracing her open slit, lightly running up and down, gently caressing her pink lips, moving deeper and deeper with each stroke. Finally, she felt the finger massaging her clit, her aching clit. Aaaaah, she moaned aloud, thrusting her hips off the table. God, she needed this. Her entire body was alert and excited, she wanted to feel her clit massaged, wanted to feel those fingers probing deep into her pinkness. She couldn't tell the size of the hand or fingers, just knew that she was more excited than she could ever remember being. Her clit throbbed, looking for release. Her pussy was happily milking the finger, her muscles wrapped tightly around, pulling it deeper. She felt the finger pull out, then return, thicker and deeper. She knew it was several fingers, deep inside her, stretching her, filling her. Now the massage was firmer, faster. The fingertips raced up and down her slit, circling her clit, making it jump and throb. Then the finger plunged into her wet depths, meeting the thrusts of her wanton hips with thrusts of its own. Over and over, the hand, the finger, moved. She could hear a sound, and was amazed it was her own voice in her ears, begging for release, asking for the massage to continue forever. She felt the heat in her legs building, moving up. Her thighs were spread far apart now. Who was here? How many people were standing in the room? WHO was it, driving her wild with desire and need? It didn't matter, all that matter was the pinnacle she would soon reach, the pleasure that would tear through her now. Her legs locked open, her hips stopped their dance. Even her breathing ceased for what seemed like forever. She felt her heart pounding, felt her clit throbbing with delight. Then the heat. The heat poured through her. A primal cry tore from her throat, and her body began to spasm. The fingers were thrust inside her again, deep and hard. Her bucking body sucked them into her hottest depths. It seemed she would never stop coming. over and over the tremors racked her body. her breath was short and shallow. even her moans continued. The fingers slowly pulled from her cunt, lightly touching and massaging her clit, just stroking her pink velvet. Then the hand caressed her mound, holding her as she returned to consciousness. She felt the warmth of that palm resting on her curlies. She felt the wave of satisfaction flowing through her exhausted body. In the darkness and silence and afterglow, Jan fell asleep. She woke when the door opened. Roxanne was apologizing for being gone so long, there had been a crisis in another room. Jan reached down and found her naked body modestly covered with the sheet. Roxanne continued chattering as she removed the now cool towel from her face and rinsed off the mask. "My goodness, your face is glowing. You should have a facial more often," she said. Magic Fingers I sat by the window looking at the waves lap up on the shore. They seemed to hiss as they rolled slowly back out to sea before returning. It was almost hypnotic to watch, and I wondered if the guy sitting at the bar was feeling as lonely as I was. I had come in about an hour earlier and had dinner. At that time I was hungry for their famous seafood chowder, but not company. Now finished and pensive, I sipped my drink and let my eyes wander back to him. I had watched as a number of different women tried to engage him in conversation, but although congenial, he never really showed any interest. perhaps thats why he intrigued me so. He was extremely good looking and well built, so my first impression was that he was one of those hunks that ultimately turns out to be an airhead. But now I had an uncontrollable urge to try my own wiles on him. I finished my drink, and left a tip. Then waited a moment before going to the bar and took a seat. The bar was almost empty but I deliberately took a stool that wasn't too close but close enough for me to watch him in the mirror. I ordered another drink and tried to see his left hand. He wore no ring, but now days that really doesn't mean much. His fingers were long and his nails well manicured. He seemed sort of sad and I imagined a thousand reasons why. Perhaps he had broken up with a girl friend, or maybe he needed a job. It could be anything, but having seen him avoid being picked up, I rather thought he would be open to a safe conversation. One that wasn't pretentious or threatening. Yeah, sure, I wanted to be picked up. I was lonely tonight and at the very least, I would settle for a little conversation. I was about start something by talking with the bartender and see if I could get him interested in me, when this tall blonde moved in and took a stool just to his left. I just happen to be a brunette, but I do have a damn good figure and perky boobs so I figure I'm a contender. Momentarily I was disappointed, but apparently she wasn't with him. She sat quietly for a moment, ordered a drink and turned towards him. Her line was the worst I have ever heard, and she was pushy. She had come on with, "Hi handsome do you know there theres any action in this town?" I was actually embarrassed for her. Now her hand was on his arm, and I could only hear parts of what was being said. He wasn't very responsive and called the bartender over. "The lady was wondering if there's anywhere around where she could go thats got music and some action. I think she means a club or something. Now the bartender was interested and began a conversation with her, effectively getting him off the hook. I smiled to myself. He was cool and the way he did it was both courteous and effective. She was now trapped in a conversation with a hungry bartender who was already telling her what time he got off. I guess they agreed to meet somewhere later and she got up looked back at him and left in a huff. I smiled to myself and decided just how I would get to him. I began. "Very well done. And I suppose you might even have fixed our friend here up for the evening." He looked at me. "I mean the bartender. I think he's going out with her later." Now he nodded. I wanted to go over, but kept my seat. I didn't want to crowd him. "From around here," I asked. "No. No I'm not. Just here for a month or so. I'm going to be instructing a class at the college. I'm starting next Monday. So I guess, yeah, you could say I'm sort of a stranger in town. And you?" I was in. I answered, "No. Sort of of like you I guess. I'm here for an interview. I may become an instructor at the college too. That is if everything goes well. He nodded and I went on. "What's your class on? I mean the subject." "I'm a doctor and I'm going to teach pain management. You know massage and medication, diagnosis, and all that. I nodded. Now he smiled and asked: "Why don't you join me, we're sort of both involved with the college in a way, aren't we?" Forty five minutes later I was so damn infatuated with him that my body tingled. I had never wanted a man so fucking much in my whole life. I had to put my hand in my lap to keep from touching him. At that point the conversation got around to, "where are you staying?" Actually there were only two good places to stay in town. One was a motel in the outskirts, and the other a five star Hotel near the college. We were both staying there it seemed. By now it was ten thirty and he suggested we share a cab and go back to the hotel. It couldn't have worked out better, and on the way we chatted about more personal things. Yes he was single. Yes he had been engaged once but it didn't work out. Those sorts of things. I let him know that I had been married for eight months before I realized that he wasn't the one for me. Actually I confided that he was terrible in bed and that I was sort of highly sexed if thats a bit unusual. He didn't seem impressed or even take up on it as I had hoped. I guess being a doctor he was used to people telling him those sort of personal things. Anyway when we arrived at the hotel we had a nightcap at the bar there and then walked around looking in the stores and at the pool. There was an exercise room, sauna, massage parlor, you know the usual amenities that people might enjoy during a stay. The stores were closed but the items for sale looked very upscale and expensive. I thought to myself that I might indulge myself in the morning. Perhaps do some shopping and even have a massage. Telling him this he turned and smiled at me. "My specialty he commented. Part of my course, is on proper techniques for a massage. You know, pain management." I nodded and my heart beat faster. I could just imagine his strong fingers moving over my body and I was responding. My nipples became uncomfortably sensitive to the fabric that held my breasts and some sort of sensations were coursing thru my body and centering in my pussy. I could feel myself begin to slowly contract and my panties became sticky. I danced around the subject of having a massage in the morning and finally asked if he could give me one. I mean if they would let him use the facilities in the exercise center. He nodded yes then changed the subject. In front of my door I was trying to think of a reason to invite him in, but I had no real excuse and I was hoping that he would ask if he could come in, but he didn't. Then he leaned down and our faces met. He had intended to kiss me on the cheek, but I moved my head slightly and our lips met. I reached up and put my arms around his neck and drew him to me. I don't know what possessed me, but what restraint I had, was gone, and my lips parted. I forced my tongue deeply into his mouth and I breathed his breath. It could have been that I had too much to drink, or that he had felt my hunger, I don't really know but he slid his arms down my back and he drew me tightly against him. My legs were slightly askew and I forced my pelvis up against his thigh. I think I began to grind my pussy against him. I don't know, but he slowly relaxed his grip and broke our kiss. He looked down at me and whispered. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll give you that massage if you like. I think I can get them to wheel a table up to your room if you want and it will be a bit more private. Would you like that?" I almost gagged on my own saliva as I gasped: "Yes, oh yes that would be wonderful. In the morning? Maybe around nine or so?" He nodded again. "I don't know what time they open up down stairs but nine sounds fine." Then he leaned over again and kissed my cheek before turning to go. He didn't look back and I turned to enter my room. I was floating. I showered and shaved my body. I wanted everything to be perfect. My pussy was last, and now it was as soft and tender as freshly kneaded dough. I went to my bed with a growing throb between my thighs and a need to jill myself to sleep. I got my toy out and turned out the lights. Laying on my back, my heels drawn up to my tush, I let my knees fall aside, and I began to masturbate. He made love to me in my mind. I must have cum six or seven times before my toy lost it's power and I lost my need to be satisfied. I went to sleep dreaming about tomorrow. At seven I went down and had breakfast. Returning to my room I found a table in the living room. On it was a stack of white linen, a gown and a decanter of oil or something. While downstairs I had bought new batteries so I spent five or so minutes with my toy and debated using it again before he came. He was late. At ten after nine I began to fidget and pace. I was horny and anxious beyond belief. Finally came a soft knock on the door and I opened it. He stood there dressed all in white. White T shirt, white shorts and even white loafers. God he looked delicious. Smiling at me he apologized for being late then told me to take a hot shower. The hotter the better he explained. It opens your pores and relaxes your muscles. I had showered last evening but I did as he told me. Somehow this seemed less than romantic. Almost as if he were disinterested in me as a woman but more as if I were a patient or something. I showered and came back out with a towel around my waist and another over my shoulders, hiding my breasts. He helped me onto the table and I rested my chin on the bolster with my head sort of hanging off. He moved one towel to cover my ass, the other he took away. My breasts were presses against the course surface of the table as he began. First the oil dribbled onto my neck and down my spine. Then his fingers began to move at the nape of my neck. Minutes passed and I was so relaxed I felt as if my head would roll off if it could. Then he moved lower. He wasn't saying anything, just those long fingers and his palms kneading my body let me know he was with me. Strangely my pussy began to become my center of sensation. It was almost as if some magical connection were being made between his caressing hands, and my cunt. "I never use that word, I thought. "It's not lady like, but at this moment I liked the thought. My cunt is tingling. Oh God, I'm going to cum in a minute if I don't get control of myself.. and I suddenly began to shudder. He either didn't notice, or he ignored it. I had a quick orgasm and stifled a low moan. He removed my towel and began to massage my ass and my legs. I wanted to scream to him. The warm oil on his hands slid back and forth across the cheeks of my ass and I squirmed. His fingers moved down the crack between the puffy mounds and danced across my tight little opening. Then he leaned over me and whispered. "Relax. Just relax." I tried. I honestly tried but my legs involuntarily parted, inviting him to delve deeper between the cheeks of my ass. A thought crossed my mind. "he must see the wetness. I had cum and I always gush a little. But if he saw it he said nothing. I don't know if it was an accident or if it was intentional but his slippery index finger began to toy with my ass, and suddenly it slipped in. I took a deep breath and actually hunched up a little pushing against his finger, forcing it in deeper. He was driving me crazy. "Over! He directed. We're ready for the front now." I didn't even try to hide anything, I just rolled to my side then onto my back and kept my eyes closed. Suddenly a splash of warm oil, then his hands. My body shuddered. His hands moved like magic over my shoulders, down my arms and finally to my breasts. I opened my eyes and stared at him. I was breathing deeply and gasping for breath. My nipples were hard erect points of fire as his warm palms moved across them and I felt that familiar surge of sensations creep down to my pussy. I couldn't help myself. I watched his face. He was staring at my breasts as he worked his hands under, over and around each and I suddenly wondered: "how can he do this to me without being aroused?" Staring down at his shorts I had my answer. Although he seemed to be concentrating on what he was doing, his cock had formed a tent as grew firmer and harder. He was vulnerable, and that gave me pleasure. I wasn't the only one excited. He was too. He worked lower, across my abs and I began to feel the cheeks of my ass clench and force my pussy upward. My body was waiting and I tried to stifle a low moan. Suddenly I knew it. He was seducing my body and he enjoyed watching me try to resist. Well I wasn't going to fight any longer. I was going to just let it happen. I reached out and grabbed his cock thru his shorts and squeezed. Now we both knew what was going on and I wasn't totally under his control. I held him firmly yet he just continued as if he were numb to the touch of my hand. As he came closer to the table and began to work his oily fingers down between my thighs, I released my grip on his cock. Now reaching up slightly, I unfastened his shorts. They dropped down and he kicked them aside. His eyes never left my pussy and now he added oil and began to massage my clit and puffy labia. My clit had swollen and must by now be protruding. I began to moan aloud. I no longer tried to be quiet. I started talking. "Oh god Mike, Oh yeah that feels good. Right there, yes, oh yes, there, like that. Oh shit, I'm gonna cum. Yeah, more!" He stopped and moved his hands to my thighs working down towards my knees. I was ready to cum and he had just left me swaying with my ass up in the air. I flopped down and moments later he returned to my throbbing cunt. Again he began to massage my groin but now his fingers moved more intimately. First one, then two slowly found their way inside me and his thumb began to sway back and forth over my clit. I wanted to scream. He had found my "G" spot and was caressing it with two fingers as his thumb did a dance on my clit. I frantically grabbed his cock and began tugging at it. I wanted him so fucking much I was willing to kill for it. He actually changed positions so I could stroke his shaft while he was bringing me closer and closer to another climax. Again he paused and I whimpered. "Don't stop like that. Damn you. You know I need you. Oh god make me cum. Gimmee it. Your cock. Give me your cock. In my mouth, Give it to me. I had to twist my shoulders slightly to one side but my lips closed around his hard cock and I forced him down my throat. I wasn't going to let him get away without the two of us being satisfied. I bobbed my head, I clutched his heavy balls, and I stroked him, but no matter how hard I tried to distract him, he kept bringing me to the edge of the world before stopping. Once or twice I actually began to cum but he stopped me. By now I was gushing creamy white cum and he really didn't need the oil any longer. This wasn't the way it should be. He had me so worked up I was sucking his cock and tearing at my nipple trying to finish. When I finally began to beg him he looked down at me and smiled. A smug smile sure, but he had me and I needed him more than life itself. I sobbed, "fuck me Mike, Please do it? Please?" Reaching down he lowered the table and moved between my thighs. I reached down between my legs and grabbed his cock and drew it to my cunt. With a slow deliberate thrust I felt his cock stretch my pussy wide and slide in. I came immediately. I couldn't stop it. I think I peed a little, but I didn't give a damn. It was so intense and long that the muscles in my groins ached and I slobbered down my chin as I cried out to him. "Don't stop! Don't you dare stop! Keep going. Fuck me Mike, fuck my hot cunt deep and fast. Give it to me! Don't you even think of stopping. I want it again. More! Give me more!" I wavered between Ecstasy and depraved desire. One cum seemed to need another and I contracted hard on his cock each time I orgasmed. Over and over again I climaxed and suddenly he leaned over me and looking down gasped. "Yeah, oh yeah, its here. Gonna shoot baby. Take it! Shooting now for you honey!" If I had cum hard before, it was nothing compared to what happened next. I came with him. And it wasn't just great, it was so intense and long that I think I passed out. I remember arching my back up and pushing my breasts into his chest. Then biting down hard on his shoulder as I screeched aloud. Then I collapsed. He pulled out and we lay panting in each others arms. Then he rolled off and helped me sit up The table was one big mess where I had cum over and over again and he had begun to ooze out, adding to the puddle on the bedding. The afternoon was spent in bed quietly cooing to each other and petting. That evening we dined out and came home early to repeat this mornings performance. He had magic fingers but his cock was a magic wand. Magic Fingers After the separation from a passionless romance, the world presented itself in kaleidoscope eyes. Desserts tasted more delicious, the aesthetic value of common things became obvious, and smells were robust and more evoking than before. In being alone again, I could only feel sensations. I rekindled with my spirituality, my senses, and the desire to experience real passion hit me like a ton of bricks. I have always wanted to live intensely, experience my femininity. To desire and be desired, experience synchronicity and chemistry, joyful, selfish pleasure; the act of giving and receiving, to be an animal, raw and dirty, to be a woman, tender and loving -- to express all modalities of my being -- and be understood. I work long, hard hours at my career in management. I imagine I am tough and untouchable, I live inside the guise of pragmatism, as a distraction from my inner thoughts. On the outside, I am strong, independent, intelligent. I make decisions. I am an oak. Inside, I am an empty well waiting to be discovered, to be filled. My desire for the simpler pleasures of life have resumed as if awakened from a long, dreamful slumber. I have regular dates with numerous men and women, some are dear old friends with whom I am catching up. My best friend Kari, is my girlfriend of sorts, I toy with her, kiss her, caress her, make love to her. She has the most beautiful face and the softest lips. We can get lost for hours in one another, kissing and caressing one another in nightclubs and lounges, or in private. Only when we look up do we realize the sets of eyes on us. I abhor not being not easily attracted to the men who are the most accessible, who shower me with attention. I refuse to sleep with them; I refuse to take them home. I sleep with Kari instead. In my isolation from my ex, I began a number of rituals. Hitting the gym, researching, reading astrology or divination, exploring music, hitting the clubs, writing, and finally, a massage club membership. At the spa, Mike, my regular masseur had not been available for some time, forcing me to schedule with a different therapist. Because my shoulder and neck muscles had been tense and painful, waiting for Mike was not an option. I prefer male therapists, their hands are larger and stronger, capable of applying sufficient pressure. I also found that their energy benefits one beyond the physical. Male energy, I find, is characterized by patience, warmth, and kindness. Women are often harder, less sensitive. I am psychic when being touched and can hear their thoughts. I am turned off by anyone's lack of enjoyment in performing. I believe a person should enjoy performing their job. Patience and sensitivity are vital qualities to the massage; the sensual aspect is a large part of my therapy. I reluctantly scheduled with Brendan in Mike's absence, I noticed him at the front first; I had never before seen him. I overheard him talking with the receptionists excitedly about his girlfriend. First I noticed the unique chrysanthemum plugs in his ears, perfectly complementing a remarkable baby face. His features were feminine, he had beautiful skin. His voice is kind, he exudes much physical energy. His appearance suggests a subtle androgeny, an admirable quality. I am surprised when I am called in by him; He is smiling. I respond, following him into the dark room. Quickly I express to him, the aching pain ever present in my upper back and neck. He retreats so I may undress. When he returns I am naked, stomach down on the massage table, under the sheet, which was folded perfectly. He turns on the table's heat. He puts his hands on me. Almost instantly, I notice his dexterity and remarkably skilled touch. We talk, fencingly at first. He teases that he enjoys stealing Mike's clientele; he hopes I will come back to him. There is something unique about his hands and fingers, and particular about the way he speaks and reciprocates my thoughts. I like both. My shoulder is painful and wedged In position. He rubs, lubricating my skin with massage lotion. He feels it when I do, in his voice, young and sweet, "Ooohhh," he says, as he rolls over the muscle that is tender and bulging in my back. "I'm sorry, I tend to make noises as I react to the muscles". "It's quite alright." I say. "I know I am jacked up". I appreciate his sensitivity. He appreciates mine. I thank him, I tell him when it feels good. There is something sexy about the tone of his voice, but I am only thinking of the massage... his hands on my body awaken my sense of touch and every nerve is pleasurable as he moves about my back. I have a facility for sensuality, and I am open to it. Comforted, I am able to relax with him, as I tend to find relaxation typically difficult. I am immersed fully, allowed to be one with the experience. I can read his mind, he enjoys giving to me. I am somehow closer to this man my first time in his care than I have ever been with a therapist of longevity. I continue to talk, in part to distract myself from incredible pain as he places fingers underneath my shoulder blade, working it, it is intense and painful but wonderful all simultaneously. I am happy to be myself around him in therapy. He is apologizing sweetly to me for causing me pain, and I am thanking him for it, as I grimace and groan. I am like a project to him, and I feel feminine and nurtured. For a moment I wonder if he is turned on by my moaning, It occurs to me they sound much like my moaning in sex. I think he is reading my mind, too. He is elated at my obvious pleasure. Brenden asks to rest my arm upon his lap so that he may massage with both hands. I oblige and appreciate his candor. His hands travel down my back, my legs. Oh, how I have missed this sensation! I did not experience the same massage when in with Mike. He moves to my feet; from my leg, to my ankle, my heel and my toes, reminds me to relax. I feel my foot resting upon his neck as he rubs. He has the strongest power, and that is to affect my imagination -- as I hope to be affecting his. As we talk, a strange synchronicity is apparent. We think the same way, he is understanding and kind. I am feeling sexy today. Something about the way we connect strikes me as if I have known this man forever, he and his magic fingers touching me, I am a sadist, enjoying the pain with the pleasure, and wanting to tell him everything about myself. We talk about our vacations, our love lives, our children. When our time is up, he appears disappointed. "I am very impressed with the work I've done on your shoulder. You would be so amazed if you could see what I see...how I have improved your mobility!" "I can feel it, I don't have to see it," I say. I am elated to see him so proud of his work. He leaves the room and I re-dress. Endorphins are powering through me, I feel euphoric. I can hardly ambulate to the door. He asks me to return soon. The following massage is one week after. "I am glad you are back" he smiles gently. "Me too, I felt amazing last time." "Great" he responds. "I love taking Mike's clients," he jokes. He leaves the room; I undress; this time leaving on my pink leopard underwear. When he enters the room, I am sitting upon my elbows, texting with my phone. My large breasts were partially exposed and were undoubtedly his first sight when he entered. He tucks the sheet into my underwear, seeming to gain a sick satisfaction out of this, like a pro. (I am reading his mind again). He repeats this practice several times. His kindness takes me by surprise, he is so attentive, willing to bring me things, to spoil me into oblivion. He tells me he's been looking forward to me all day. When he moves to my bottom, I laugh. "What's so funny?" He asks. "That tickles". I say. He laughs, "sorry...I wonder what would happen if I were actually trying to tickle you." I laugh again, childishly. We talk again, more personally this time. I confide secrets in him and he confides in me. I tell him stories funny and sad. I tell him about my ex. He tells me about his. He tells me about his current girlfriend; about how he isn't happy with her. The connection between us is palpable. Our dislike for numbers, our love for words and language. It is uncanny how our interests align. We enjoy similar studies and television shows and books. He understands my obscure references. "Would you like to get a drink with me later?" he asks, as he is going over my shoulder again; the muscle is sore and bulges. He palpates my neck, vocally expressing his concern over the bumps inside. I am confused and flattered, I say "sure". The pressure feels intense. "oooooh" I let out, I am unable to suppress how wonderful his fingers feel there. "Did you just moan?" He asks. "yes, sorry, I can't help it". "Oh, it's quite alright" he responds. Suddenly I feel as if I am inside his mind and I know what he is thinking. I flip over; he massages my head. "Oh that feels sooooo good....I feel like a kitten! " "Good, will you start purring?" I laugh. I am telling him a story. He interrupts; we are out of time. He expresses sadness and asks if I can stay longer the next time. I am feeling light and mesmerized again, wondering if he's put me under a spell. Suddenly he kisses my cheek. I am not sure how to react -- he turned around, unable to see my puzzled expression. He leaves and waits for me outside the room. When I am finished dressing, he writes his number down and hands it to me. "Tonight, call me, we can have a drink if you'd like". I smile; I schedule my massage for the next week, this time with Brenden. I phone him late, close to ten PM. He is happy to hear from me. We meet for a drink, choosing to sit outside on a dark lounge patio. When he sits, he fashions himself close to me, our legs touching. He wastes no time at what he wants. He massages me at the table. He puts his face close to my ear. He breathes into my ear and moans, says my name, licks and sucks my ear. I am both appalled and strangely turned on. He knows the sensual eroticism I dream about. My most feminine parts swell and I become wet. How dare he move on me so quickly, speaks my inner dialogue. Why I am allowing it is another mystery. I tell myself I will stop him, I am not flattered by his ego. He steals a kiss, without much ado. I answer, still taken aback by his forwardness. I answer his fourth and fifth kisses more intensely, kissing his lips and inviting him inside my mouth. His kisses are nothing short of amazing. Sweet and tender, intense and passionate, wet. I begin to feel drunk, I am both aroused and repulsed by his courage, I find him presumptuous. He has an interesting face, handsome and beautiful, feminine features, soft lips and skin. His eyes are sweet, His pupils are large and inviting, I cannot say no to them, nor their ferocity as he pulls me to him. Before I know it, I am initiating an endless passionate kiss. I stop, momentarily, staring up at him. "Why are your lips so soft?" I ask. "Why are yours?" I have no answer. I shrug and he engulfs me again. He stands me up, pressing me against a wall. I can see and feel his desire, pointing like a sword between us. He lifts me up, slams my body against a pillar and kisses me forcefully. He presses against me. I moan in delight. He moans into my ear. Others are around on the deck, but it is as if we are alone, in our own world. I am surprised at his strength as he lifts me into the air. I feel small and feminine. He compliments me. He says I am beautiful. My imagination runs wild. I let him inhale me, wondering how I can get away -- I know I shouldn't let it continue. We take a break only to resume our foreplay. My mind vascillates. He has slipped his hand beneath and fingers my pink parts with the dexterity and skill of an older, experienced man. The others on the patio have left. I realize it is too late to run away. His cock is hard and I want to let him release his desire within me. When we talk, I find his imagination stunning, he is genius. We connect on so many levels; I feel as if I have known him a very long time. He is well spoken which I find arousing. I am enthralled by the naughtiness, the spontaneity, of being desired by someone so sexy, and ten years younger at that. He is aroused by my body, exciting me in return. I bring him back to my house, we remove our shirts, I admire his chest, his muscular arms. My imagination is incendiary, I cannot resist despite my judgment telling me I am whorish and unladylike. I quiet the inner voice. Instead, I am feverish, erotic, I am liberated. I want to be shown how to feel something, and to show him. I do not hesitate to remove my jeans. He has seen me this way before, but only parts of me. His eyes are wide as he watches me undress. He compliments the leopard panties he admired earlier in the day. His hands have already traversed my body and it feels right to be here. I want to be touched more, everywhere. I abandon my concern with his courage and give in to him, removing my bra. My large breasts dangle before him. I smile as he caresses them, sucks and kisses my nipples. I cry out in delight. He is like a child in a candy story; he cannot get enough. He is honest and speaks his mind as we engage, he goes below, kissing me tenderly all the way down between my thighs. He enjoys passing over the soft and gentle curves of my body, my waist, my hips, my ass. His tongue and lips are now the massage artist; only this time I am going to come...he imbibes me, I shudder in delight. His fingers are magic and soon he penetrates me with two of them, pulling, pulling, pulling hard, harder, and fast, until liquid honey is forced from me. I come again and again, I am elated, amazed at his skill. I feel an intense release with each orgasm. I admire foreplay; I am not used to it. He knows this, I have not been spoiled in such a long time. It is his turn, his cock is exposed and hard. I kiss his chest, his stomach, I take his cock into my mouth, slowly... starting at the glans , sucking it so hard, until I am taking it in entirety. He moans and says my name. I begin pounding him faster and faster, and he writhes his hips as if fucking me. I moan as I go up and down with my mouth, manipulating his testicles and cock with my hand as I move. He loves it, I am good at this. I climb on top of him, so he may enter me. I am in ecstasy, his sword is large and wet, it rubs against my insides. I am touching myself, I am grimacing in pleasure, I am moaning in delight. He enjoys my moaning. I am amazed at how well our bodies connect, the first time, it does not seem awkward, but natural. He says my name, I tell him how good he feels. He pounds into me in missionary, our hips are smacking loudly against one another as he pushes into me hard and fast. He is going to come, I anticipate it. When he does I feel the explosion inside of me, and we come together. He vocalizes his pleasure, crying out, it is so fucking beautiful. I always fantasized a man who made noise during passion. Over and Over again I am coming, and to my surprise he has continued stamina, we are taking turns between fucking in different positions and giving oral satisfaction. I want him to come into my mouth in the wee hours of the morning, but his body is exasperated. I continue to give him pleasure. He moans, he says my name, he talks dirty to me. I like the feel of my pink parts on him and near him, in his face. He is handsome and sexy and breathtakingly sensual. Eventually the sun rises, and we fall asleep together. We must part within a matter of hours so I can go to work. I wake him with kisses and soft touches and fuck him again. The feel of his cock inside me is intense and powerful and rocks me to the core again. We say our parting words and leave one another. His compliments continue until we part. I tell him he is so beautiful and good and passionate.... A better lover than I could have hoped for. Our lives go on as usual, me with a new sense of sexual fulfillment. I fantasize seeing him again, feeling him, kissing him, fucking him, breathing him in. My next massage is scheduled in a few days. I shiver in anticipation... Magic Fingers Want to hear a juicy secret? I've got a huge crush on my roommate. I know. Crazy right? Crushing on your roomie is right up there with wearing your t-shirt inside out on the list of things you shouldn't do. Ever. It's just awkward, but sometimes things happen without any reason or explanation. This is definitely one of them. Mallory is so pretty and fun that I couldn't help but fall for her. She's like a fairy-tale princess but with a new-age spin. This girl had me at "hello." Mallory and I have lived together for the past three years, and we've been friends since long before I can remember. We do everything together. Well, everything except sex. Yep, I'm a lesbian. I'm actually bisexual if you want to be technical about it, but who wants to be technical? When we're talking about Mallory, I'm totally lesbian. She knows I like girls too, and she's fine with it. We have fun swooning, whether it's a smokin' hot girl for me or a stud muffin boy for her. The things is, I don't want just any pretty girl. I want Mallory. Unfortunately for me, she's totally boy crazy. There's my problem. That's why when Mallory sauntered into the living room one night with her bright kool-aid blue shoulder length hair tied up in a pony tail, those athletic hips swaying side to side inside her white sweatpants, and those absolutely perfect breasts tucked inside her tight sky blue camisole, I just couldn't help myself. "I can't believe you're watching one of those Brittany Murphy movies again. You're such a nerd," Mallory teased, smiling at me with a playful roll of her deep blue eyes. She plopped down on the couch next to me and took a swig of her water bottle. She'd been working out. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever little Miss Picard," I quickly retorted with a nudge to her side. Mallory was a total Trekkie. "See any cute boys at the gym tonight?" I asked, hoping to change the subject from our mutual nerdiness. "Nah," Mallory shrugged. "Just the typical 'I pick things up and put things down' types and then the creepy 'I think I can stare at her butt while she does leg curls and she won't notice' types." "Awww. I'm sorry Mal. Maybe next time eh?" I said with a giggle, snuggling up on Mallory's side. I rested my head on her shoulder but then suddenly perked up. "Ya know.. just cause you didn't get any boys tonight doesn't mean you can't get any..." Mallory looked blank for a few moments before realization suddenly dawned on her face. She slipped out of my embrace and turned to face me. A look of concern filled up her pretty face. "You don't mean...?" The blue haired girl asked quietly, unsure of herself in this new territory. I wanted to blush, to run and hide, but I knew I couldn't turn back now. I stepped out on the ledge, and it was time to jump off and see where it took me. Maybe my blue haired roomie would catch me. I could only hope. "Y-yeah ya know." I stammered, trying to spit out all of the words at once. "You're pretty. I'm pretty. We're both horny and don't have anything to do. We can help each other out, ya know like friends but with benefits." Okay, that was really hoakie. What am I doing?! "I don't know hon." Mallory replied, shifting in her seat on the couch. She sounded skeptical. "You know I love you, but don't you think this might be a little, ya know, weird?" She looked me up and down and sighed with a little smile, rubbing her palm up and down my arm soothingly. I blushed bright red and looked down from her friendly gaze. I felt so embarrassed and insecure, but more than anything, I was afraid. I was afraid I'd made a big mistake, afraid I might lose my best friend forever. Nothing to do now but to just press on and hope for the best. "Yeah, I know this is out of the blue and all," I said with quivering lips, stuttering over my words. "I shouldn't have said anything... but... I just really really wanted it. I-I.." Mallory slid two of her fingers under my chin and pulled me up to make me look into those lovely eyes of her's. I looked up in awe, and her smile made my heart soar with hope. "You don't have to be afraid of me silly," Mallory said sweetly, sliding closer to me. "Besides, we all know you're not exactly good at keeping secrets." She nudged me with a wry grin curling at the corner of her lips. "I guess a little romp couldn't hurt anything," Mallory finally decided. "It might even be fun! I've been experimenting with my magic lately, using it to play with myself, and it feels really good. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't let you try it out too?" Have I told you Mallory is a sorceress? No? Now you know. My heart thudded in my chest so hard, I thought it might come crashing out like a freight train. I'd always dreamed of something like this, but I didn't think it would actually come true. Things like this just didn't happen to me. I've always been the type of person who draws the short straw or rolls snake eyes at the worst possible time. Now that it did happen, I didn't know what to do or say. This was totally new territory! "Is it safe?" was all I managed to whisper, but I already knew what I wanted to do. If you're thinking get ravaged by Mallory's magic then you're on the right track. "Do you want me or not?" Mallory teased. She narrowed her eyes and poked my nose with her finger playfully. Then suddenly, my blue haired roomie stood up, took my hand, and dragged me along to the bedroom. "C'mon girly. I don't have all night. Some people have real jobs in the morning ya know?" I followed along eagerly, checking out Mallory's butt swaying side to side in her soft white sweatpants, her blue pony tail bouncing as she walked in front of me. When we got to the bedroom, Mallory patted the mattress of her bed. "Sit down sweetie. Let's get those clothes off you." Mallory said sweetly but authoritatively. It's not like I was going to argue. I sat down on the edge of Mallory's bed and lay back as she undid my low-cut jeans, wiggling my hips to help her pull off my pants and expose soft violet panties. Looking up at Mallory crawling over me, slipping her fingers under my shirt and pulling it over my head, I still couldn't believe what was happening - couldn't believe I was about to get some hot sex with my blue haired best friend. I almost wondered if I should pinch myself. It was like all of my dreams were coming true! Mallory didn't stop there either. She wrapped her arms around me and held our warm bodies close for a brief moment, sending sparks of joy through my slender frame before sliding her hands up my back to pull at the clasp of my bra. The soft fabric came free easily, revealing my small but round breasts with excited nipples standing on end. I giggled when Mallory stroked her hands down my belly, squirming under her touch and beaming up at her when she finally freed me from my dripping panties. I was completely naked before her as she knelt above me, standing on her knees with a hand at her hip. "You're pretty sexy too, ya know." Mallory purred, a playful grin spreading out widely on her pretty face. "Maybe we should do this more often then?" I replied excitedly, smiling up at her and batting my lashes a few times to try to look innocent. "We'll see about that. You haven't even got anything yet." Mallory giggled, cocking an eyebrow teasingly as she laid herself down on top of me. Her breasts pushed into mine, warming my chest with their lovely soft touch and making my heart skip a beat. Her legs straddled me, pulling apart my thighs slightly with her feet, exposing my glistening womanhood beneath her. "Let's get you warmed up, silly." Mallory teased with a wink, her pretty face hovering just centimeters above mine before leaning down for a kiss. It was out of this world. At first I was submissive, just cherishing the feeling of Mallory's wonderful, warm body draped on top of me. Mallory sucked on each of my lips in turn, holding my head steady with her hands as her fingers slowly brushed my auburn hair from root to tip. My blue haired roomie held my hips snugly between her thighs, swaying her beautiful butt side to side, and tormenting me with the feeling of her soft sweatpants pressed against my womanhood. She let her body sink into me and dipped her hips down against my exposed flower, brushing the fabric of her sweatpants up and down against me. My heart raced, and I whimpered softly, squirming beneath my gorgeous roommate as she planted gentle kisses on my mouth, soft moans fluttering between us. The sweet sounds of Mallory's pleasure were like music to my ears and gave me a much needed confidence boost. I passionately returned her kiss, leaning up into her with a lustful groan. I sucked on her lips like she was a five star delicacy and slid my tongue along the length of her own even as she tickled the top of mine with the tip of her's. I hugged Mallory so close I could feel her heart beating with mine and it made me buck up against her with joy, even daring to slide my hands down to caress her lovely little butt... and then pinch. "Oh! Wow, you must be REALLY into me. You're already getting my sweatpants all wet!" Mallory squeaked teasingly, pulling back with a smile and a brush of a finger through my hair. The blue haired girl pressed a finger to my lips before I could respond, so I simply blushed. "Sshhhh..." Mallory soothed me softly, slowly brushing her palm down my belly until it was resting right on my womanhood. I shivered and gasped, my face flushed with pleasure. Mallory cocked her head to the side and smiled, "Here sweetie, wrap your arms around me and hold on tight. This ride is about to get a little bumpy!" I eagerly complied, immediately holding on for dear life. I hugged Mallory so close that our breasts squeezed together, so close that I gasped from how lovely her soft body she felt. Then suddenly, I could feel her magic. It was like a warm tingly sensation at first, but the feeling slowly grew until I could feel its pulsing heat hovering between my legs, making me groan for an entirely different reason. It wasn't long before I was pushing up my hips, humping Mallory and wantonly rubbing my dripping pussy against her palm. My best friend stroked the fingers of her free hand through my hair and smiled sweetly down at me as I writhed beneath her in pleasure, whining from how amazing her magical energy felt pressed between my thighs. The sensation grew as the ball of warmth washed over my whole pussy, coating my petals, and seeming to encase my whole womanhood with energy. Every so often, the ball of energy shot out a spark on my clit, making me flinch and squeak, squirming my legs beneath Mallory's touch. "That feels good eh? How about this?" Mallory teased with a playful grin, ruffling up my hair with her free hand. My roomie curled her fingers toward my pussy, and I shuddered in surprise as her fingers suddenly turned from sparking warmth to ice cold. My hips flinched back hard, and I let out a soft whine, but Mallory's fingers followed me. She held me close and stroked my petals up and down until they trembled and parted in delight, toying with my core with her elemental magic. Exposed to her icy fingers, it was all I could do to hold on to my blue haired friend, shivering and letting out little moans of "Oh Mallory..." "Oh me..." Mallory teased as she scooped my head under her arm, pulling my face into the nook between her shoulder and neck. Her fingers stroked beneath my hair, soothingly brushing my neck with her finger tips in little circles when I felt the magic change again. This time she smothered my flower with her palm and forced some of her energy inside me. It pulsated like the bass at a wild rave, vibrating my core and bouncing up and down from her palm to deep within my insides. I gasped sharply and twitched in the blue haired girl's arms. Mallory kept her free hand on my neck, caressing me gently, but she didn't let up. She pressed her palm into me so hard that it trembled from all the energy trapped within my core. The energy bounded within me, and with each pulse, a wave of energy flashed out against the inner recesses of my petals. My body trembled so violently, I thought I would explode, my hips bucking hard against Mallory's palm. My legs, spread and held open by Mallory's legs, were trapped in place. My body desperately wanted to squirm, but Mallory held me, lovingly but firmly. My eyes rolled back, and I let loose a wild moan, clinging to my friend for dear life as my hips thrashed from the energy pulsating within me. The pleasure rushed through my body like wildfire. My heart raced. I grunted, groaned, and moaned like an animal. Suddenly, I sucked in a gasp sharply and thrust my throbbing pussy against Mallory's palm. "MALLORY!!!" I cried out in ecstasy. My body throbbed and twitched like mad just as my pussy exploded in orgasm. Mallory's pulses rocked me to the core, leaving me a quivering mess as she ripped more and more juices from my flower with each vibration. "AH! M-!" I squeaked out, burying my face against the soft nook of Mallory's neck. "Wow! You really liked that a lot!" Mallory exclaimed, her face beaming brightly like a star. She caressed my cheek with her finger, smiling at me, and brushed her other fingers through my hair. Giggling, the blue haired girl planted a soft kiss on my forehead as I lay sprawled out beneath her, panting squeakily. "You've got me all hot and bothered now, hon." Mallory whispered, leaning so close that her lips hovered right next to my ear. "Time for you to put out for your friend..." Mallory winked with a pinch to my cheek, slowly starting to crawl up my body and toward my head. I stared up in awe, watching Mallory pull her sweatpants off above my head, revealing a pair of light blue panties. Mallory tossed her sweatpants to the side and pulled the tie out of her kool-aid blue hair, letting it tumble over her milky white shoulders. Staring up at my roomie from below, I could see the wetness glistening on her lacy panties. I squeaked from my spot under Mallory and rubbed my hands on my thighs, my body wriggling side to side in blissful anticipation. Then she smirked down at me. "Get ready hon," was all my blue haired roomie had to say before she sat down right on my face and pressed her lovely little flower to my lips. "I've never been eaten out by a woman before. Show me what we girls can do!" Mallory giggled, smiling down at me. She brushed my hair and gently encased my cheeks with her thighs, wiggling her beautiful butt on my face. Eager to please, I slid the length of my tongue against her petals, lapping at the delicious liquids on her light blue panties. I swirled the tip of my tongue along her panties, pushing it in more tightly with each little moan I heard flow from Mallory's lips. "Oh yeah. That hits the spot. Keep it up girly!" Mallory cried out, wiggling on my face when suddenly I heard a crackle and a small explosion of energy erupted in my flower. "AH! AHH!" I cried out even louder, my body writhing like mad beneath my roomie. My thighs clenched and my hips rolled to the side then spread out again. Mallory zapped my pussy! Almost immediately, I slid Mallory's panties to the side and plunged my tongue into that naughty girl's depths. I curled my tongue inside her, flicking the tip up and down within her while caressing her butt with my hands. I pushed against the sides of her petals with my extended tongue and licked up and down as fast as I could. "Mmmm... oh yeah. That's good!" Mallory moaned loudly, getting into the action. She bounced up and down lightly on my face, her athletic butt and thighs jiggling nicely from each little plop. For my part, I held onto her hips as she bounced and kept my tongue flicking within my friend. I timed my movements with her bounces, making sure my tongue pierced her flower each time she fell on my lips, giving her a quick little kiss every so often. "Yipes! You're really good at this! Faster! Faster! Faster!" Mallory cried out and each time she yelled "Faster!", she zapped my flower with another bolt of energy. I squealed helplessly beneath the bouncing Mallory, squirming wildly each time she zapped my flower again. My back arched, my legs thrashed and shuddered, and my hips bucked up from each of the shocks. I moaned wantonly into Mallory's dripping core, curling my toes into her mattress and my fingers on her behind. My lips moved up to ensnare Mallory's clit with their warmth, sucking on her soft little pleasure-pearl as I dove my tongue in and out of her petals. I slid my hands around Mallory's hips and took a handful of her butt with my hands, massaging her as I licked desperately. "Pow, Pow, Pow!" Mallory shouted playfully. The blue haired girl giggled between her moans now. She kept shocking my quivering flower with her magic blasts, getting a kick out of it each time my legs flailed to the side in bliss. Mallory ground her flower down harder on my lips and shook her butt side to side on my face. A blast of continuous purple energy shot out from her fingers and invaded my pussy. It tingled all over the outside and filled me up with bursts of shocking energy. My hips bucked up and down wildly from the continuous energy stream, legs thrashing side to side. As much as my pussy wanted to get away from the energy, my mind most definitely did not. Mallory was relentless. I screamed into Mallory's pussy, my voice sending vibrations through her core, and I pressed my tongue against her clit, hoping for a chance to drink up her juices. Pleasure rushed through my whole body. My nerves were aflame from Mallory's energy attack, and my body was totally out of control, thrashing, kicking, and bucking into the magic. As if on cue, we both squeaked out at the same time. I felt her thighs tremble against my cheeks, and we both exploded in gushing orgasms. Mallory stopped her energy blast to savor the moment, pushing her pussy against my lips as hard as she could without suffocating me. My body was figuratively on fire, twitching and trembling all over with pleasure. My moans beneath Mallory's wonderful hips were stuttery, squeaky, and blissful. As I lay on Mallory's bed, panting and trembling, I felt her crawl over me and wrap me up in her arms. She nuzzled her kool-aid blue hair on my cheek and smiled at me happily. "Had fun honey? I know I did." Mallory cooed excitedly. All I could manage was a weak nod. My cheeks were flushed and aglow with pleasure, and I looked back at Mallory in awe. Panting softly in my friend's embrace, I felt a warm pool of energy wash over me, wrapping me up like a sleeping bag. Mallory held me snugly in her arms, and she tucked us away within her sleeping bag of magical energy. That's the last thing I remember from the night I got to romp with my roommate and best friend Mallory, the blue haired sorceress, because that's right about when I fell asleep in her arms.