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hotstry2.txt

She knew what was in store, and was giddy with the tought.  He had talked to
her many times about massage, and she wondered at the thought of him giving her
one.  Her flesh goose bumped not from the cold, but with anticipation as she
obliged the man and turned to lie on the bed on her stomach.

Swirling the oil to warm it throughout, he dipped his fingers in and slicked
his hands, rubbing them together almost more in glee that in preparation.

"Now, this is important," he said, seriously, "you must let go of everything,
empty your mind.  This is so much better when one solely concentrates on the
feelings of the hands.  Think of nothing else, erase your mind.  Close your
eyes, and concentrate ONLY on the contact of my hands on your skin....."

He started at the base of her neck, brushing aside her long brown hair.  There
are two places on the human body where tension and stress can accumulate, and
he knew both, and started with the first.  There he gently but firmly massaged
the nerves and muscles with his thumbs, working at them as if he knew first
hand what would make them relax.  From there, he worked his way outward, toward
the larger muscles in the shoulder area, working in firm circles and loops.
Her muscles melted under his touch, and she could feel the warmth encase her
body as the oil and his fingers performed their magic.  He proceeded down the
length of her spine, thumbs and fingers administering to the muscles aligned on
either side of her backbone, and flayed out to her sides, almost pushing
worldly cares out physically.  She was relaxing.  His fingers could tell, for
her muscles went flacid under their pressure, and he was able to work them even
more.  She let out a deep sigh as his hands found their way to the second spot,
the area at the base of her spine where all the nerves between her upper and
lower body joined to traverse up the spinal column.  One can feel, dear reader,
all the sensations of massage in that ONE spot, throughout the body.  The
manipulation of the nerves there send sensations along the nerve paths all
through the body, and she sighed under this new and exciting feeling.

"I can feel tha.."

"SHHHHHHH!" he said, a little angry, and stopped.

"You *MUST* concentrate!  I KNOW what you're feeling, so just feel it!" he
hissed.  "Now, SHHHHHHH!"

She did so, and once again his fingers worked their magic.  He once again
started at the special spot, and re-created the tempo which she had broken.
After what seemed a long time, he began to work his way down to the fleshy
cheeks of her bottom.  Massage can be so wonderful as long as nothing is left
out, and the cheeks of the buttocks are most sensative to massage, probably
because the ONLY attention they get is being sat upon.  Here, he worked the
flesh in deeply, firm kneeding, pulling them apart and pushing them together.
He stopped, and once again dipped his hands in the oil, getting her bottom well
slicked.  He continued working there, but it was a labor of love, as he proved
by creating wonderful sensations in her body.  His task was arousing him, as he
pulled her cheeks apart and saw the wonder from within, but he chided himself
to remain at the task at hand, for all they had was time, and anticipation, and
was that not the spice of life and love?  Still, his cock twitched and jumped
at the sight of her puckerd hole....

Shaking his head, as if to clear it, he began to work on her upper thighs.

"This may tickle, and you must control the feelings..." he whispered. "Do not
answer me, but just listen...There are ways of controlling the feelings, which
you must do now...If you concentrate on the feeling, intensify it, magnify it,
you can withstand it.  The task here is NOT to allow the feelings to force
muscle reaction; you must hold back.  Allow the feeling to run rampant from
within, but DO NOT externalize it...FOCUS!"

His hands began to work down her legs, to the most sensative part behind her
knees...he could feel the battle within her as she struggled to control her
muscles, and she won.  Her rewards were sensations she had never experianced
before, for without muscle externalization, the sensations magnified and spread
throughout her body, and she could control them.

He worked down her legs, massaging each set of muscles in turn.  Once at her
feet, he worked each foot wiht both hands, admiring her control, then repeated
the process all the way back up to her neck again.

"Turn over.." he cooed.  She complied, and the look of contentment on her face
made him smile.  She was looking straight into his eyes, and he slowly closed
her eyes with one hand saying, "No, that will distract you...relax, from
within, and keep your eyes closed..."

He started again, but with her forehead, gently but firmly sliding his thumbs
over the skin in outward strokes, pushing any and all tension away and out.  He
moved to her cheeks, and did the same, then worked down to her neck, where the
shoulder muscles and neck muscles entwined and joined.  HIS muscles ached with
the workout, but he concentrated on his task and ignored the cramping feeling.
This was to much enjoyment to let that stop him.

He worked his way to her breasts, which were glorious in size.  He work them
like a master, lingering nowhere, but touching all.  He dipped his hand once
more in the crucible, and covered her breasts with fresh oil, working them,
massaging them.  His cock had now a life of its own, and he fought very hard to
focus on his task, and not bury his face in the wonderous sight before him.  He
knew that the control here was apamount, for if he could not withstand this,
what would he be like further down!?

"CONCENTRATE!" he thought to himself, "this is for HER!" And he won the battle,
but wondered at the outcome of the war.  His hands moved downward, massaging
her soft belly, and the sensitive spot just above her mound.  They moved all
around her sex, upper thighs, and the splay of her bottom, fingers deep but
gentle, for that area is proned quickly to pain if not handled correctly.  His
desire to maggage her pussy was greater than he thought it would be, and he
quickly moved downward to her legs, where he continued the massage.  It was
what seemed forever, but he made his way down her legs to her feet, and started
once again back up.

"the battle has joined, and I have all but lost" he thought.  "ah, a good
effort, nonetheless" he bemused to himself, and gently spread her legs wide.

"You may not move, you must continue with your concentrations" he
whispered..."and keep your eyes closed!"

He left the bed for a moment, and she wondered what he was doing, but fought
the urge to look.  In a few moments, he returned.

"Just in case your resolve isn't as good as we thought" he said directly in her
ear, and quickly darted his tongue in the recesses of it.  She squirmmed.  He
softly tied a bandanna around her head, covering her eyes, and shushed her
beginning protest.

His hands now found a different task, and began to firmly and deeply carress
her wonderous breasts, bring out sensations she had long forgotten.  The
combination of the tingle from the shower, the feelings of his hands in
massage, and now the electricity of his sexual touch flooded her inner being,
and she felt the familiar well of fludis within her, as if to say 'I'm ready'.

He knew that the time for massage was over, and he worked her tits like a
magician, making the nipples stiff and hard, so hard they almost hurt.  He
rolled them in his fingers, and kneeded her breasts with the best of technique,
then started his hands on their downward journey to the valley of her sex.  He
stopped for a moment, but only to freshen the oil on his hands, and then begans
to sexually massage the outter lips of her pussy.  Short moans escaped her lips
as she fought for control.  He was so SLOW!  Why didnt't he go FASTER?? Then
she realized that this would build, and build, and build, and she trusted the
hands on her to bring her to a place she never experianced before.

Gently, and with agonizing slowness, he opened the lips of her cunt.  Her
juices almost ran out, and he smiled to himself thinking that the oil was
redundent here.  The sight was glorious to his eyes, the pink folds of flesh
open to his boring gaze, her clit just beginning to peek out form its hiding
place.

"THIS I must savor to the fullest" he said, and she moaned once more,
stuggleing to control her hips.

He bent his head down, and with her opened to his mouth, began the slighest of
flicks with his tongue over her now extended clit.  She immediatly groaned even
more, and took a sharp breath.  He began slow, languid strokes along her
opening, tongue exploring every fold and millimeter of her now soaked sex.  Her
breath was ragged and deep, and he knew he was doing the things she loved best,
as his tongue continued its exploration of her cunt.  He moved to her opening
and pushed his tongue deep within her tunnel, wiggling it around like a little
cock with a life of its own.  Her hips began to buck, and he placed his hands
on her thighs and wispered for her to keep the control she had kept so well up
to this point, then placed his wet tongue back in her opening.  He swirled it
around, and savored the flavor and aroma of her fluids.  He flattened his
tongue, and like a five year old would lick an ice cream, he licked her, from
the pink puckered openning of her ass, all the way to her clit, and back down
again, with agonizing slowness.  Her shuddering contnued, and her moans
increased in tempo.  He was playing her, and she knew it.  Drawing out her
orgasm, but so slowly.

He stopped, but for only a moment, and rummaged in the bag next to the bed.
She felt his presence return, and his hands once again opened her lips, spread
her legs even wider.  She felt the tip of a familiar, yet unfamiliar object
touch her opening down there, and wondered what was going on.  It felt like the
head of his cock, but it was cool, and felt slick with oil.  Just as she was
thinking this, the pressure on her opening incressed and she was being slowly
filled with what felt like the largest cock she had ever felt before!  At this
point, she didn;t care what is was, only that she was being filled completely,
and wonderfully, like never before, and it felt marvolous.  The shaft was nine
inches in length, and quite thick, and he slowly slid the dildo deep within her.

As he was pushing it in he whispered to her "I've always wanted to eat you and
fuck you at the same time...."

She groaned with pleasure at his words, and with the dildo completly inside
her, his hand pushing slowly in and out, with twists here and there, he lowered
his head to her heat and began to suck and nibble on her clit, flicking his
tongue over and over on the hardened button.  His actions increased, and he
worked her with the intent of making her explode.  She lost control, and her
hips urged the false cock in and out of her cunt, and he had to concentrate on
keeping his mouth locked on her sex.

She arched her back and exploded, the walls of her pussy clamping down on the
dildo so hard that it was almost jettisoned, save for the fact that his hand
held it firmly there...Her love juice seeped out and around the shaft inside
her, and she continued her contractions in the throes of orgasm.  This was the
longest she had ever cum, and it was draining her, completly, and she slumped
back down on the bed exhausted.

He gently removed the blindfold, kissed her with cum soaked lips, and
whispered...

"It is time to rest, for this evening is all planned for us, m'luv.  So rest
now in my arms and sleep.  I will awaken you when it is time.  But this," with
a wicked twist of the rubber cock, "stays here!" and he pushed it deeper inside
her.

She lay now on her side, and he nestled in behind her, his rock hard cock
snuggly between her pussy lips, resting on her clit, feeling the end of the
dildo still deep inside her.  He wrapped his arms around her, and they slept.