Although Carol could easily afford to pay for an hour-long massage at the health spa where she'd been working out three days a week for the last six years, she had never gone in for a massage despite the repeated recommendations of several of the women she worked out with.
The idea of going in for a massage made her self-conscious, not to mention nervous and slightly afraid. She has seen too many movies in which pain was inflicted on the client by a moronic, sadistic masseur – not that Richard, the college-age masseur at the spa, looked either moronic or sadistic, but he was certainly well built, and capable of breaking her arms and legs off if he decided to get mean.
He'd never do that, though, she knew. Despite his build, he was a shy, gentle young man. She had not yet received a massage from him – not because she feared him, but because she feared herself. Deep down, she'd realized she couldn't trust herself alone with the young man behind the locked door of the massage room, so she'd used all kinds of lame excuses to avoid placing herself in that situation.
Until today.
Today she would have her first massage.
"Mrs. Johnson! I thought I'd never get you in here." Richard dropped his magazine and jumped up from his chair. He was dressed in white pants, white athletic shoes, and no shirt. His muscular torso was tanned, smooth and oiled.
Like many college-age young men, Richard fancied himself a bodybuilder. Although he had never, and probably would never, compete in a physique contest, he kept his body shaved and tanned to accent his clean-cut muscles, rippling muscles Carol couldn't take her eyes off of as Richard closed and locked the door of the massage room.
"I thought it was about time I tried out your magic hands," Carol said. "But you must call me Carol. Am I dressed appropriately for a massage? I always see the other women wearing their bikinis when they come in here."
"A bikini is fine, Mrs. – uh, Carol. The less you have on, the better. Many women prefer complete nudity, but I leave that up to you."
"Why not?" Carol said. "I'm sure you've seen it all many times over."
"Every day," Richard said. "Just like a doctor."
He chuckled, and Carol chuckled too. He wasn't quite as shy as Carol had thought. She reached back, fumbling with the strap of her bikini halter.
"Allow me," Richard said. "I've had lots of experience with these things."
A quick tug of his fingers, and Carol's bra fell away from her tits.
"Now, if you'll allow me again." Without waiting for Carol's answer, Richard peeled her panties off her ass and down her legs. Squatting, he lifted her feet one at a time and helped her step out of the panties completely.
"Nice," he whispered under his breath, but Carol heard him.
She also heard him sniffing her ass, and she intentionally arched her lower back and wiggled her ass in his face. "That's so much better," she sighed. "Now what?"
"Up on the table," Richard said. "Face up, and relax."
He turned down the lights as she stretched out, then squirted some oil from a squeeze bottle into one hand.
"I'm in heaven already," Carol said.
Richard smiled, looking her over – all over. "It gets better. Much better."
Carol melted at the first touch of his hands. As he oiled her legs and worked on her feet, such waves of relaxation flowed through her that she couldn't help moaning. Her legs spread naturally, ready to fail off the sides of the table. She wished the table were three times as wide, so she could really spread her legs. Her pussy throbbed, oozing hot juice, a mixture of pussy cream and that young mechanic's cum.
"You have a beautiful body, Carol," Richard said. "I see a lot of built women in this place every day, and yours is one of the top figures around. Your husband is a lucky man."
Carol curled her toes against his fingers. "Thank you, Richard. You certainly know how to make a woman feel good."
"It's my business," Richard said. "I'm in the business of making ladies feel as good as they can feel. I'll do whatever is necessary, whatever it takes. Guaranteed, or your money back."
He stroked up her legs, bearing down with just the right pressure to make her muscles relax completely and throb pleasantly. His own muscles pumped up as he worked, and a few beads of sweat trickled from his armpits, rippling down over the armor-like muscles of his flanks and abdomen.
Carol ached to rub against those muscles, to lick off that sweat. As he stroked her belly and tits, she shuddered, the tension flowing out of her.
He stood at the head of the table and reached forward to massage her flanks. Her spine stretched as he pulled. His fingers probed the muscles of her lower back, sending electricity coursing through her nerves in that area.
"Oh God, this feels good!" she sighed, the words coming out spontaneously.
"It gets better," Richard said. "Much, much better."
He squirted some oil on her tits and worked on them some more. Her nipples caught between his fingers, and he gently milked them. Carol's cunt contracted, and she automatically squeezed her legs together.
"We'd better turn you over now," Richard said. "Come on, over you go." He helped flip her so she was lying belly down.
Carol could feel that the sheet was wet under her cunt. The pussy cream continued to ooze out of her, especially as her cunt contracted due to Richard's deft stroking. It seemed that wherever he touched her now, his hands were electric and the erotic sensations flowed through her.
"You're so soft and smooth," Richard said, spreading warm oil all over her back and ass, and up and down the backs of her legs. "Your skin is like silk. I like a woman who keeps her legs shaved so close."
"I shaved them yesterday, as a matter of fact," Carol said.
"That would have been fun to watch," Richard said suggestively.
"Would it?" Carol giggled.
He stroked up the backs of her legs, sending delicious milking sensations through Carol's body. He stroked her back and kneaded her ass. As his fingers sank into the muscles of her upper back and along her spine, she felt herself melting into the padded table. Automatically, as if Richard's fingers had pushed a button, she started squirming, rubbing her swollen cunt mound against the table.
"This is marvelous!" she sighed.
He reached between her asscheeks, rubbing her ass cleft up and down with his oily fingers, probing her asshole. He slipped his hand down farther, massaging the juice-slimy furrow between her cuntlips. His finger slipped up her cunt, twisting, massaging.
"Oh, Richard, you filthy devil!"
"Glad you like it," he said. "But do call me Rick. Richard is so formal. Do you mind if I undress?"
"Not at all," Carol said.
She watched him undress. He wore no socks under his shoes, nor any, underwear under his splitting-tight white pants. His colossal cock, which had looked like a billy club down the right leg of his pants, sprang out free.
Carol had never imagined a cock so large on a man. It would fit nicely on a donkey, maybe, or on a horse, but on a man? Her mouth dropped open.
"I suppose you've never seen a shave job like this before. Actually, a lot of guys are doing it these days. If you shave your chest and legs, you might as well shave your groin and balls, too."
Carol had been so entranced with the young man's enormous fucker that she'd at first failed to notice that he hadn't a hair around his cock or on his balls. The skin of his groin and crotch was as smooth and hairless as the rest of his body, and it was tanned, too. Every inch of his body was tanned a rich, golden brown, including his cock. He resembled a bronze sculpture.
"Don't turn over, Carol. Going in the back door is my specialty. Let's get you up and ready. Up you go!"
He pulled her at the hips until she was on her hands and knees, her ass waving in the air. The table creaked as he climbed up on it behind her.
Not only did he have a cock the size of a stallion's, but it was uncut as well, the foreskin half pulled off the enormous swollen head as the cock stood at full erection.
If only Hyatt's uncut cock looked like that, Carol thought. If only Hyatt's body looked like that! How had she managed to end up with such a toad for a husband when there were men the likes of Richard around who wanted her?
"Let's lube it up a little," Richard said. "You are juicy! I like my women juicy."
He rubbed his prickhead up and down on her cuntal furrow, peeling his foreskin back so he could drench the entire cockhead with her pussy cream. He caught a handful of fuck-slime as it bubbled out of her and he rubbed it all over his cock and balls. As more pussy cream oozed out, he caught it and rubbed it on his abdomen, on his chest and nipples, on his face.
"I love the smell of pussy juice," he said. "I could take bath in the stuff."
And I'm going to scream, Carol thought – if you don't shove that horse-cock of yours up my cunt right now! Her ass wouldn't stop wiggling.
"Here goes," he said. "In the back door." He gripped her at the hips, shoved his cockhead between her pussylips, and jerked. As he jerked, he thrust. His cock sliced into her like a sword.
She arched her back, snapped her head back, gasped.
"Man, I live for this feeling!" the masseur growled. "I fucking live for it!" Gripping her loins tight, he began to ram.
Carol gasped repeatedly. She'd never been fucked so hard, so deep. His cockhead jabbed at the pit of her fuck-hole, completely sheathed in her cunt. As his hard belly jolted her ass again and again, she grunted from the force of the collisions. Her tits flapped.
"Oh Rick, God Rick!"
"Carol, you've got a great pussy, a great ass! I wished you'd have come in to see me a year ago when I started, instead of waiting all this time. You and me are made for each other. I never had such a perfect fit."
The sensations that pulsed through Carol's loins with each grinding thrust of Richard's cock were exquisite. Each time his cock fucked into her cunt to the balls, it was as if she were experiencing an orgasmic surge. The sensation shot throughout her body – up her spine, down her legs, through her nipples, out her toes.
She started to groan loudly.
Richard clapped his hand over her mouth. "I know it feels great, Carol, but you've gotta keep your voice down. This isn't your bedroom at home with the windows closed. Technically, I'm only supposed to massage the outside of your body, not the inside, and I'm only supposed to use my hands. If you get too loud, I'm liable to lose my job, and I'm sure you wouldn't want that."
He uncovered her mouth, slowly, carefully. "I'm sorry," she panted. "I'll try to keep it down."
He resumed fucking her, his cock plunging in and out with long, screwing strokes. The fuck-juices ran from her cunt and drenched his hairless balls. His smooth abdomen collided rhythmically with her ass. The room filled with the sounds of his belly smacking her ass and his cock plunging in her pussy, of her panting and gasping, of his grunting and heavy breathing.
She churned her ass against his belly, chewed her lips to stifle her urge to whine and squeal. "Fuck me!" she whispered. "Screw me! Ram me!"
"You like it hard, huh? Well, I like it hard, too." He tightened his grip on her loins and rammed so hard that she thought he'd knock the wind out of her.
"Fuck!" she gasped. "Fuck!"
The massage table creaked, vibrated. If it hadn't been constructed with welded steel bracing and heavy legs, it would have collapsed under them.
"Give it to me!" Carol moaned. "Give it to me!" As his fucker made a grinding thrust into the pit of her womb, the hot sensations swarmed and whirled through Carol's sizzling pussy and she exploded.
"I'm coming!"
Richard clapped his hand over her mouth again. "Okay, baby, okay, you're coming! Oh Christ, are you coming!"
The fuck-juices sprayed out of Carol's cunt and showered the young man's hairless balls. He kept rutting at her contracting pussy hole, grinding the enormous head of his cock in her womb, sliding his veiny prickshaft against the writhing walls of her cunt, and Carol screamed into his hand, gnawed on his fingers. At one point, her orgasmic sensations became so intense that she was sure she blacked out for a moment.
Her pleasure came from being fucked so deep, from being fucked so hard, from being fucked by a gorgeous bronze stud like Richard, who treated her just roughly enough and just gently enough. He knew how to handle a woman. He knew how to pleasure a woman.
As her orgasm subsided, he removed his hand from her cunt.
"Oh Rick, that was fantastic! I've never had it so good!"
The masseur stroked her back and ass, fucking his cock in-and-out slowly. "Where have I heard that line before?" he said.
He fucked her until she could no longer bear the feel of his cock in her supersensitive cunt for another moment. He pulled his prick out just as she was about to scream.
She would have collapsed forward on the table if he would have let her, but he held fast to her hips, rubbing his dripping prick up and down her asscrack. It suddenly occurred to her that he hadn't come.
"You sure do put out the juice," he said. "I don't think I've ever banged a juicier cunt. There's a puddle on the sheet under us."
"You didn't come," Carol mumbled, her ass wiggling, her head wobbling deliriously.
"Not yet," he said. "I'm saving it for something better."
"What?" Carol mumbled.
"For something tighter, something I like even better than pussy." He rubbed his wet cocktip at her asshole. "I told you I'm a back-door man. Well, this is about as back-door as you can get. Open up, Carol."