The Massage
of
Trish Maine
genre
cheating
I was on duty again, over another weekend which also happened to be month end. This all meant that I was not in a good mood. The last weekend of the month was always the best weekend to go out to play. All the guys would still have money and in the difficult times of the day, their money would run out before the end of the week, so we had to make sure they spent on us, before the money ran out. Besides, all the major parties and concerts always took place over the weekend.
I am a well qualified physiotherapist. Sadly, I lost my practicing licence because of an unfortunate “kiss and tell” incident in which one of my patients/clients confessed that some of our therapy sessions with him had gone out of hand resulting in several sex-romps. I then made a living supporting some of Cape Town’s best sports institutes by giving personal care to the elite sportsmen to avoid and treat injuries. With some creative writing and contributions to health magazines, I supplemented my inheritance and lived in reasonable luxury.
Looking after the rugby teams was like looking after a band of self-loving , conceited hunks, in that aspect, quite irritating. On the other hand, it was quite rewarding. I spent a lot of time massaging, caressing and sometimes, simply ogling the amazing, well-toned muscular bodies.
“How is the pain ?” I asked Etienne, the A-team hooker who was hoping to be ready for a crucial match against the rival Claremont Private School, later in the afternoon. He was a popular, very talented player who was also the kicker for his team. Six foot tall at 18 years, this boy was picture perfect, physically. He was one of those lucky kids who had it all; money, looks, brains, physique and above all, a perfectly balanced pleasant personality.
“There is still a sharp pain here and here” E.T, as he was popularly known explained, pointing at his lower right bum and somewhere between his legs, next to his clearly big balls. He was wearing the disposable physio pants, nothing else. I could clearly see the outline of his penis as it dangled. His 6-pack and tight breast muscles needed no tensing to be appreciated. All in all, E.T had a body to die for. I was not supposed to be gawking at young men with dirty intent but, well, sex was all I could think of, looking at this young man’s body.
“Lie of the bed, face down….”
I started by doing passive stretches of his hip joints then went on to apply firm blunt pressure on his tight butt muscles. I asked E.T to move to the floor massage mat so, I could apply firmer pressure on the sore points. As he moved from the bed, I was shocked to see that he had a huge “tent-and-pole” sticking out in his groin. He hurriedly lay on the bed, somewhat embarrassed about his erection. Cannot hide a good thing! He kept his face buried in the face ring on the massage mat.
Kneeling behind him, facing his triangular back, and his big arse-cheek and strong legs, I massaged his buttocks, tenderly, feeling the meaty gluts, kneading them and appreciating the smooth youthful skin. E.T sighed quietly as he enjoyed the healing sensations. He stuck his hand under his belly and between the legs, sweeping “something” to the left. I figured he was adjusting the “direction” of his stiff cock.
My “litmus test” for sexually excited state must be embedded in my fanny, with the confirmatory test in my tits. I was feeling a delicious tingling in my fanny and my erect nipples were the size of a little cocks. Verdict, I was horny like a drunken teenager watching her first porn video. I wanted this boy’s body, I wanted his cock in my cunt and in all the other holes on my lovely body.
I continued to massaged and caress E.T’s buttocks and the sides of his thighs. I was fighting an overwhelming urge to toss all this professional pretence and stick my mouth on that arse, but that had to wait. When my hands reached E.T’s lower butt-crack, the boy started to grunt and moan.
“Are you alright E.T?” I asked.
“Yes, I am…please keep on…it feels great…I love you…ummm..I love IT, it’s magic”
I stood up with one foot on either side of E.T’s body and turned around to face E.T’s feet. As I did so, I am sure E.T’s turned face had a good view under my flared short kimono. My long muscular legs and the bare cunt at their apex may have been in his view, if he looked carefully. My butt was hovering above E.T’s waist, and my thighs lightly touching the outer aspects of his thighs. This sent crazy sensations through my firm frame. My cunt was on combustion point, it was so hot and by now I had a good amount of lube oozing out of my bare pussy and already trickling down my inner thighs.
E.T was clenching and unclenching his toes as he tried to contain his pleasure from the caresses I was delivering. I lowered my bum spreading out my thighs at the hips and touching E.T’s back with my wet cunt. E.T knew what that soft moist touch was and he hunched his back upward, putting some light pressure on my wet snatch. The feeling was heavenly. I decided to “announce the feeling”. This “therapeutic sports massage” had transformed into a full-blown erotic romp.
“ E.T, I am sorry I have let things out of control….if you want we can stop this massage session…” I stammered, rather unconvincingly.
“For fuckssake, Miss Jonker…just do whatever you want to do with me…I promise, I won’t tell…”
Yeah right! Show me a schoolboy that won’t boast about fucking the hottest staff member in the school and I will show you a video of Mother Theresa giving Pope John Paul a blow job and rimming!
I gave E.T a pussy massage, sliding my wet cunt on the lucky boy’s back. I easily slid his flimsy boxers off, exposing his bare bum which I quickly gave the “slimy treatment”, sliding my hot wet cunt all over his erect gluteals. My hands easily found my hard tits through the loose top of my kimono and I squeezed them hard, triggering a shiver through my whole body and a flood inside my cunt. E.T was now groaning so loud I was worried about people hearing him.. lust tipped me beyond caring.
“Turn around, I need to reach your thighs…” I said getting off E.T and standing over him with a leg on each side. E.T looked into my eyes for the first time and I saw hopeless lust in the boy’s face. I unfastened the tie and let my kimono drop on the floor. E.T looked up and I could see he was impressed. He kept his eyes fixed on my shiny wet pussy and I knew he wanted to fuck it, to the best of his ability.
I looked down as he lay on his back with the boxers tented over his erect dick. I ripped the disposable boxers off him, exposing his young prick. What a lovely sight it was. Six inches long, neatly “cut” with a yummy look about it. The glans was glistening with pre-cum and the whole member was pulsating angrily.
Kneeling between his legs facing his throbbing cock, his well toned abs and picture perfect face, I massaged the space between his balls and his thighs on both sides. E.T was wriggling like a disturbed shongololo ( millipede), thrashing his arms about as he enjoyed the deep sensation triggered by my trained hands. I rubbed his thighs with generous amounts of oil and E.T loved it, he started pleading to touch my cunt.
“Just feel it with your dick first, my boy…feel how you have made my tight cunt so hot and wet..”
I sat on his hard dick careful not to let it slip inside me. I slid my pussy up and down E.T’s shaft, pressing it against his flat tummy. The feel of my cunt lips wrapped around the youth’s shaft tipped me into a thundering orgasm. My whole body shivered and convulsed as my pussy oozed a continuous stream of slimy fluid. E.T’s breathing was by now fast, like an Alsatian on a hot African day and I knew he was going to come soon. I lifted my crotch off his and his sprang up between my thighs, rubbing against my hard clit. One more “shift” and his cock plunged straight into my wet tunnel.
“Miss Jonker, oh……Miss Jonker….your cunt is delicious. My dreams…come true…” E.T kept muttering as he thrust his hips up, digging his fat youthful dick deep into my private part.
I squeezed my pussy muscles gripping E.T’s cock and releasing it rhythmically. His eyes were closed and I had mine fixed on my seduction “victim”. I knew this was all very wrong, but I wanted it. I wanted him, I couldn’t resist taking advantage of my patients, as I had already lost my practicing licence, matters could not get any worse. So, I kept ramming my pussy on the luck boy’s hard dick. His reciprocation left much to be desired. He kept his hands on his side pulling the bed linen as if he wanted to rip it out. I pleasured myself with my own hands. At this point I had my whole middle finger stuck inside my tight arse-hole as I felt another orgasm “approaching”.
Then the flood hit. E.T’s cock pulsed a whole stream of hot semen into my cunt.
“I am coming…Miss Jonker…you are great….Oh….I am in heaven….your cunt is delicious…..I am coming…” E.T screamed his eyes staring into my face as if to come to terms with the identity of his “tormentor”.
I had another volcanic eruption of an orgasm, I thought I was going to faint.
“Fuck you boy, fuck you….If you knock me up, I won’t abort it…Oh God…you are fucking me. Fuck E.T, you must come for more…soon…”
The cum flowed out of my cunt, onto his crotch, around E.T’s cock as it stayed impaled in my love box. I climbed off his dick and licked the rest of the cum of his cock and crotch making sure that I missed no drop between his balls and his arse-hole.
E.T played that afternoon, he was the Man of the Match with 2 tries, a drop-kick, and 3 penalty kicks home, inspired by my delicious vagina.
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Thats it friends, for some of my work on pleasing a lady here is Female Orgasm 101; Preparation, Building & Delivering it - https://exoticsex.home.blog/2020/04/30/female-orgasm-101/
I am a well qualified physiotherapist. Sadly, I lost my practicing licence because of an unfortunate “kiss and tell” incident in which one of my patients/clients confessed that some of our therapy sessions with him had gone out of hand resulting in several sex-romps. I then made a living supporting some of Cape Town’s best sports institutes by giving personal care to the elite sportsmen to avoid and treat injuries. With some creative writing and contributions to health magazines, I supplemented my inheritance and lived in reasonable luxury.
Looking after the rugby teams was like looking after a band of self-loving , conceited hunks, in that aspect, quite irritating. On the other hand, it was quite rewarding. I spent a lot of time massaging, caressing and sometimes, simply ogling the amazing, well-toned muscular bodies.
“How is the pain ?” I asked Etienne, the A-team hooker who was hoping to be ready for a crucial match against the rival Claremont Private School, later in the afternoon. He was a popular, very talented player who was also the kicker for his team. Six foot tall at 18 years, this boy was picture perfect, physically. He was one of those lucky kids who had it all; money, looks, brains, physique and above all, a perfectly balanced pleasant personality.
“There is still a sharp pain here and here” E.T, as he was popularly known explained, pointing at his lower right bum and somewhere between his legs, next to his clearly big balls. He was wearing the disposable physio pants, nothing else. I could clearly see the outline of his penis as it dangled. His 6-pack and tight breast muscles needed no tensing to be appreciated. All in all, E.T had a body to die for. I was not supposed to be gawking at young men with dirty intent but, well, sex was all I could think of, looking at this young man’s body.
“Lie of the bed, face down….”
I started by doing passive stretches of his hip joints then went on to apply firm blunt pressure on his tight butt muscles. I asked E.T to move to the floor massage mat so, I could apply firmer pressure on the sore points. As he moved from the bed, I was shocked to see that he had a huge “tent-and-pole” sticking out in his groin. He hurriedly lay on the bed, somewhat embarrassed about his erection. Cannot hide a good thing! He kept his face buried in the face ring on the massage mat.
Kneeling behind him, facing his triangular back, and his big arse-cheek and strong legs, I massaged his buttocks, tenderly, feeling the meaty gluts, kneading them and appreciating the smooth youthful skin. E.T sighed quietly as he enjoyed the healing sensations. He stuck his hand under his belly and between the legs, sweeping “something” to the left. I figured he was adjusting the “direction” of his stiff cock.
My “litmus test” for sexually excited state must be embedded in my fanny, with the confirmatory test in my tits. I was feeling a delicious tingling in my fanny and my erect nipples were the size of a little cocks. Verdict, I was horny like a drunken teenager watching her first porn video. I wanted this boy’s body, I wanted his cock in my cunt and in all the other holes on my lovely body.
I continued to massaged and caress E.T’s buttocks and the sides of his thighs. I was fighting an overwhelming urge to toss all this professional pretence and stick my mouth on that arse, but that had to wait. When my hands reached E.T’s lower butt-crack, the boy started to grunt and moan.
“Are you alright E.T?” I asked.
“Yes, I am…please keep on…it feels great…I love you…ummm..I love IT, it’s magic”
I stood up with one foot on either side of E.T’s body and turned around to face E.T’s feet. As I did so, I am sure E.T’s turned face had a good view under my flared short kimono. My long muscular legs and the bare cunt at their apex may have been in his view, if he looked carefully. My butt was hovering above E.T’s waist, and my thighs lightly touching the outer aspects of his thighs. This sent crazy sensations through my firm frame. My cunt was on combustion point, it was so hot and by now I had a good amount of lube oozing out of my bare pussy and already trickling down my inner thighs.
E.T was clenching and unclenching his toes as he tried to contain his pleasure from the caresses I was delivering. I lowered my bum spreading out my thighs at the hips and touching E.T’s back with my wet cunt. E.T knew what that soft moist touch was and he hunched his back upward, putting some light pressure on my wet snatch. The feeling was heavenly. I decided to “announce the feeling”. This “therapeutic sports massage” had transformed into a full-blown erotic romp.
“ E.T, I am sorry I have let things out of control….if you want we can stop this massage session…” I stammered, rather unconvincingly.
“For fuckssake, Miss Jonker…just do whatever you want to do with me…I promise, I won’t tell…”
Yeah right! Show me a schoolboy that won’t boast about fucking the hottest staff member in the school and I will show you a video of Mother Theresa giving Pope John Paul a blow job and rimming!
I gave E.T a pussy massage, sliding my wet cunt on the lucky boy’s back. I easily slid his flimsy boxers off, exposing his bare bum which I quickly gave the “slimy treatment”, sliding my hot wet cunt all over his erect gluteals. My hands easily found my hard tits through the loose top of my kimono and I squeezed them hard, triggering a shiver through my whole body and a flood inside my cunt. E.T was now groaning so loud I was worried about people hearing him.. lust tipped me beyond caring.
“Turn around, I need to reach your thighs…” I said getting off E.T and standing over him with a leg on each side. E.T looked into my eyes for the first time and I saw hopeless lust in the boy’s face. I unfastened the tie and let my kimono drop on the floor. E.T looked up and I could see he was impressed. He kept his eyes fixed on my shiny wet pussy and I knew he wanted to fuck it, to the best of his ability.
I looked down as he lay on his back with the boxers tented over his erect dick. I ripped the disposable boxers off him, exposing his young prick. What a lovely sight it was. Six inches long, neatly “cut” with a yummy look about it. The glans was glistening with pre-cum and the whole member was pulsating angrily.
Kneeling between his legs facing his throbbing cock, his well toned abs and picture perfect face, I massaged the space between his balls and his thighs on both sides. E.T was wriggling like a disturbed shongololo ( millipede), thrashing his arms about as he enjoyed the deep sensation triggered by my trained hands. I rubbed his thighs with generous amounts of oil and E.T loved it, he started pleading to touch my cunt.
“Just feel it with your dick first, my boy…feel how you have made my tight cunt so hot and wet..”
I sat on his hard dick careful not to let it slip inside me. I slid my pussy up and down E.T’s shaft, pressing it against his flat tummy. The feel of my cunt lips wrapped around the youth’s shaft tipped me into a thundering orgasm. My whole body shivered and convulsed as my pussy oozed a continuous stream of slimy fluid. E.T’s breathing was by now fast, like an Alsatian on a hot African day and I knew he was going to come soon. I lifted my crotch off his and his sprang up between my thighs, rubbing against my hard clit. One more “shift” and his cock plunged straight into my wet tunnel.
“Miss Jonker, oh……Miss Jonker….your cunt is delicious. My dreams…come true…” E.T kept muttering as he thrust his hips up, digging his fat youthful dick deep into my private part.
I squeezed my pussy muscles gripping E.T’s cock and releasing it rhythmically. His eyes were closed and I had mine fixed on my seduction “victim”. I knew this was all very wrong, but I wanted it. I wanted him, I couldn’t resist taking advantage of my patients, as I had already lost my practicing licence, matters could not get any worse. So, I kept ramming my pussy on the luck boy’s hard dick. His reciprocation left much to be desired. He kept his hands on his side pulling the bed linen as if he wanted to rip it out. I pleasured myself with my own hands. At this point I had my whole middle finger stuck inside my tight arse-hole as I felt another orgasm “approaching”.
Then the flood hit. E.T’s cock pulsed a whole stream of hot semen into my cunt.
“I am coming…Miss Jonker…you are great….Oh….I am in heaven….your cunt is delicious…..I am coming…” E.T screamed his eyes staring into my face as if to come to terms with the identity of his “tormentor”.
I had another volcanic eruption of an orgasm, I thought I was going to faint.
“Fuck you boy, fuck you….If you knock me up, I won’t abort it…Oh God…you are fucking me. Fuck E.T, you must come for more…soon…”
The cum flowed out of my cunt, onto his crotch, around E.T’s cock as it stayed impaled in my love box. I climbed off his dick and licked the rest of the cum of his cock and crotch making sure that I missed no drop between his balls and his arse-hole.
E.T played that afternoon, he was the Man of the Match with 2 tries, a drop-kick, and 3 penalty kicks home, inspired by my delicious vagina.
****************
Thats it friends, for some of my work on pleasing a lady here is Female Orgasm 101; Preparation, Building & Delivering it - https://exoticsex.home.blog/2020/04/30/female-orgasm-101/
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