Max’s massage
I grabbed the lotion from the bedside table and then climbed onto the bed.
– It will be easier if I climb on top of you. Let me know if my weight bothers you.
I lifted my leg up and over Max’s legs, then sat gently on his bottom. I felt my lips on the fabric of his bikini. I splashed some lotion on one hand, rubbed my hands together, then leaned forward and started with his shoulders, kneading and massaging the skin, digging my fingers in to work the muscles underneath. I love to give body massages and I’m pretty good at it. I did one shoulder first, then the other. I ran across his back, carefully massaging the painful area. Max flinched a few times but didn’t complain.
As I descended, I had to brace myself a bit, being careful not to put pressure on the bad leg. I was now riding on my good leg, my shaved pussy touching Max’s bare skin. Actually, it felt good and I found myself a little excited. I’m sure Max could feel my pussy lips touching her leg. When I got to Max’s bottom I said,
– Okay, let’s take off your underwear, I have to do your butt. I got up on my knees, grabbed Max’s underwear, he lifted his pelvis slightly and then I pulled it off.
Aww, what a cute ass, I thought to myself. I splashed some more lotion on my hands and then started kneading her buttocks. Max spread his legs a little so I could reach his inner thighs. As he did so, his testicles came into view. My fingers wandered over them several times and Max started to squirm a little. I also ran a finger up his bottom crack and through his anus, which Max didn’t seem to mind. I made a mental note, Max likes anal stimulation.
I continued to massage her thighs, including the injured one, going down to her calves and finally her legs. I gave her ankles and toes a good massage, mainly because I like that.
– Come back, Max, so I can do the front of your legs.
At first, I thought he wouldn’t. Modesty now? But he did, turning slowly and lying on his back. His cock was semi-erect and shaking a little. It was about average in length and width, but the head was broad. The “helmet” opened at the ends more than I had seen before. It seemed like it would actually be quite stimulating.
Keeping an air of professionalism, I began working on the front of his shin, working my way back to his thighs. I did the good one first, then the painful one, finally reaching almost to his feet. At one point his penis was in the way, so I grabbed it under the tip between my thumb and forefinger and moved it to the other side. This only had the effect of making it heavier, making it come out straighter. Now he was standing upright in the air. I then finished massaging her upper thighs.
– Well, I think I’m done. That should last you a while.
When I got off the bed, my t-shirt went up to my waist, fully exposing my bare pussy. Max just got the best view. He looked at me with one of the saddest faces I’ve ever seen on a human. Not even my dogs can make that look.
– Hey, wait, what’s that? Pointing, I said, I think I missed a muscle. This looks very stiff and painful, let me see what I can do.
I sat back on the bed, took his hard cock in my right hand and started pumping it up and down. With my left hand, I grabbed the bottle of lotion and poured some on his cock and a few drops on his testicles. I then used my left hand to manipulate his scrotum, continuing to jerk his cock.
I spread my legs wide so Max could see me in all my glory. Her pussy lips were swollen and open and covered in my own wet lube. I was very wet.
Max moaned and said:
– Oh, it feels so good. Oh, I can’t take it much longer. He barely got the last words out when all of a sudden, his cock shot a string of cum, then another, then a third, then his cum ran down my hand. His cock was still throbbing and spasming in my hand and I continued to pump it, pulling it all the way out.
When it looked like he had nothing left to give, I wiped the back of my hand on his cock, leaving it covered in cream, then got up and went into the bathroom to wash my hands and get a towel. I dampened the towel with some warm water, then went back to cleaning Max. He was snoring! I intended to use the towel to clean up all the cum on Max’s cock and scrotum, as well as a small puddle on his lower abdomen.
- Energizing massage
Once in the room, we undressed to get ready, which included a quick shower. I laid him on the bed first and ran my hands over his body while applying the creams, exposing his muscles and other erogenous zones. With him face down, I kneaded his temples, cheeks, nape, shoulders, armpits, triceps, elbows, forearms, wrists, palms and fingers, working my way back up to his shoulders and on to shoulder blades, spine, ribs, waist, hips and buttocks. These I stroked quickly and promised:
– I will be back here very soon.
To which he replied nicely:
– I’ll be waiting.
I rubbed her thighs hard and then proceeded to massage her knees, calves, ankles, soles and toes. I watched my return to his pelvis with my fingers barely skimming over his skin and then caressed his buttocks shamelessly as if I were caressing a woman. I knelt down to catch him and plowed his perineum to bring him to a small orgasm, when I succeeded I became sadistic and began to stroke his anus pressing into it with the tips of my forefinger and middle. This alarmed him, because this is forbidden to him and this was a threat to his last shred of macho pride and homophobia. I leaned against him, making him feel my nipples on his back and buttocks and soothed him by saying:
– Daddy, I don’t want to demean your manhood, but in erotic massage, anything goes, as long as it’s not painful. Please open up for mom!
My intention was to infect him with multiple orgasm fever, and I came close to that goal, though he missed them by a few minutes. Finally, after stroking, loving words and a lot more cream, she relaxed and I slipped my finger inside. It gave me morbid pleasure to disrespect him in this way. I dilated it little by little, to reach deeper with one or two fingers. I whispered mockingly:
– How does my beautiful girl feel, my woman?
Getting fully into my game, he replied:
– As if she were your prostitute.
I stroked him in and out, excited by my power over him and the warmth his cavity radiated into my finger. I was even able to find his prostate and used my technique to give him a male version of the G-spot orgasm, like gay men do with sodomy. As he ejaculated, his voice fluctuated wildly in volume and pitch, and when he calmed down, I exclaimed:
– You really are my whore!
Under any other circumstances, this would be a serious insult to him that might make him feel stupid, but after such a powerful orgasm, he felt happy that I had dishonored him like that.
I turned him around and reassured him with these words:
– I will now restore your manhood, my big and strong man!
I gave him a fleeting kiss on the lips and after washing him and putting on fresh cream, I stroked his skull, forehead, cheekbones, jaw, neck, shoulders, collarbones, armpits, biceps, inside elbows, forearms, wrists , palms and fingers, and then I went back, in reverse order, to his shoulders, and then to his sternum until I reached his nipples, which I stroked until I had another orgasm, another bit of illusion feminine.
I continued to her ribs and continued to compulsively massage her abdomen, full of fascination, going for the “love handles” around her waist, as if trying to reduce them. I caressed his abdomen and traced his cock and testicles, again promising to give them special attention later. I continued again with his thighs, knees, calves, ankles, soles and toes. I traced my way back to his perineum and encircled his testicles and cock with both hands. He felt longer and harder than ever and I masturbated him frantically, alternating my hands, wanting the blessing of his hot cum.
– Feel it, man…!
The abundant spray of semen amazed me. The magical thing about erotic massage is that it takes nothing away from the recipient, so he was ready to return the favor. He did to me everything I had done to him, but with his special, masculine, urgent touch. I reveled in his “anal revenge” because when he put his fingers in my anus and rectum, it brought me to an orgasm that made me look forward to his eventual penetration, and when he worked my front , my orgasm through my breasts left me delirious, and his fingers on my labia, clit, and then inside my vagina (remember, boys and girls, we wash our hands before working on my face) drove me crazy. I was also energized and not exhausted even though he stimulated my G-spot and I had an even stronger female ejaculation than his.
