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Subject: {ASSM} **New** Good Touches- Chapter 1 (MFFF-mast)
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Good Touches 
By 
The Dream Painter 
(dream_painter@post.com)

This adult text file contains graphic depiction of consensual sex .   It is a sex fantasy, and as such is total, absolute fiction. The author neither practices, encourages, or condones the actions described herein. This story contains a number of sexual themes that most people find not only offensive and objectionable but also actionable. Do not read this story if you are not at least 18 years- old, or if ANY sexual act offends you. Most of the offensive stuff is in this story. Copyright 2002 by The Dream Painter. Permission granted to repost this story as long as the entire text, including this header and the authors e-mail address (dream_painter@post.com), remain intact.(Note that this is a new address) Please do not make this story available in any publicly accessible archive (this includes pay sites) without the authors permission. Comments are earnestly welcome.  In fact the more I hear the more I write.  
 
<<<Begin story>>>
`It all started innocently enough.  It was just another day in a
long line of boring days pushing and pulling fatties for a
living.  

I was the lead masseuse at the Pine Forrest Spa and Retreat. As
such I had three other massage therapists working for me, though
I rarely saw them.  We kept our own appointments out of the
master ledger in the reception office and would pass each other
in the hall.  Other than that we kept to our own.  If there were
customer complaints, I handled them as expeditiously as possible.
 The complaints were rare.  

The money was pretty good if you counted the unreported tips.  I
don't know how the girls did but I usually averaged tripling my
salary with tips.  

A large portion of my clientele were men with the occasional
middle aged woman and on rare occasions a real, honest to God,
for real woman complete with an attractive figure.  

I am like any other average male in the business.  I am strictly
professional and strive to maintain the decorum that is required
for laying hands on naked people.  I work assiduously to provide
privacy and uncover only the parts of the body that I am working
on.  However I still appreciate the female form and to say that I
am not attracted to a naked attractive lady is ludicrous.  I turn
down all offers though.  It's not worth loosing my license to
practice massage therapy for a quick roll in the hay.   

I had just finished a grueling hour-long session with Ms. Fanny
May Finch and was dog-tired.  Ms. Finch was a 53 -year-old
regular customer.  After many week-long sessions at the spa and
hours under my careful care, the five-foot tall woman had managed
to drop her weight to 227 pounds.  Her mother must have had a
gift of prophecy when she named her Fanny.  Moving that mass of
butt around for an hour at the end of the day was close to
torture.  

I was walking down the hall toward my office when I heard the
voices of my employees chattering in their office.  I stuck my
head in as Allison was slipping off her shirt.  She stood there
in her bra unashamedly.  

A group of people that makes a living working with naked people
are certainly a bit casual about nearly everything physical.  In
our case, even though we didn't see too much of each other, we
were casual to the point of not giving a damn when we were alone.
 

The girls were ending their day as well.  They sat in varying
degrees of semi-undress, sipping soft drinks, all evidently in
relaxation mode.  

"How'd it go today ladies?"  I asked.  

Marsha looked up from taking off her shoes, "I got a hundred
dollar tip from old Mr. Hummel this morning.  That made my day
pretty good thanks."

We all grinned with her.  There are very few things that get our
blood going better than a big tipper. We are sort of
condescending toward our clients when we're in private.  Cynicism
is rampant when you scrounge for a living among lard-assed
moneybags.  Most of the time the clients are snobby, arrogant, or
in Mr. Hummel's case both.  We considered it a minor victory when
we were able to take a bunch of money for something they had
already paid a ton for.  An hour-long massage at Pine Forrest was
usually around a $155.00.  Of that we got half.  Marsha had hit a
home run starting her day off with a $177.50 per hour start.    

She was the athlete of the three girls.  She had muscular
shoulders tapering to a very small waist, which barely flared
into narrow hips.  Muscular legs and a tight high bottom, coupled
with grapefruit sized breasts made her a very popular stop for
our male clients.  They didn't get anything extra with a massage,
but I guess hopes must of run high because she led the pack in
tips.  Her short, boyish haircut, pixie face and youthful looks
didn't hurt her either.   

Allison, a small framed, almost delicate looking blonde, laughed.
 

"I had three hours this morning that didn't tip but ten bucks. 
Everyone else was about average."

Average tips were usually around twenty or twenty five bucks for
an hour-long massage.  Allison usually had no trouble keeping her
average up because she was the most skilled of the three.  Her
looks were attractive but in a little sister way.  In contrast to
Marsha she looked more like a dancer than a jock.   A fairly
straight figure, long blonde hair, average bust, and extremely
long fingers were her attributes.  She had a gift for finding
spots that needed serious work during a massage.  All of her
clients raved over her abilities.  

Little Marie was the other member of the trio.  At 21 she was the
youngest of the group and looked it.  There was a running joke
about her having to show ID to go to a pay toilet.  She was the
newest of the group, having recently graduated from one of the
leading massage schools.  

She could have easily passed for 14 or 15-years-old.  At five
feet even and weighing 90 pounds, she was a massaging machine. 
She currently had more appointments booked than she could do. 
Somehow or another she managed to get it all done in a grueling
12 hour day.  Evidently the guys liked her because she had many
repeat customers.  

We all figured that her looking so young helped in attracting
customers.  Even though she was the consummate professional and
never did anything improper, the randy old coots that frequent
spas, liked to have 'that little girl' work on their wrinkled
asses.  Go figure.  

She had virtually no breasts.  They were about the size of small
lemon halves and stood high up on her chest with prominent
nipples that refused to hide except under the loosest of
sweaters.  She too had a tight, highly placed butt that looked
extremely attractive, especially in tight jeans.  She made my
juices run and I was too old and too burned out to care about
much of anything.  

She was now standing in the middle of the locker room/office
wearing nothing but a sport bra and a pair of high cut French
bikini panties.  She had a towel around her neck, evidently
preparing to hit the showers.  

"I did OK today but I'm dog tired," she said.  "I did 7 guys and
3 women with out much of a break.  My hands are in constant
spasm."

I pushed on into the room and reached my hand out to her.  

"Let me see."

She placed her tiny hand in my massive paws and looked at me
expectantly.  

I turned her hand over and began working the muscles around the
ulna nerve.  A few brief manipulations and a couple of releases
and I could feel the muscles in her lower arms and hands relax. 

"How's that?"

"Oh, lord Josh," she exclaimed, "That is incredible.  Show me how
you did it."

It was my role in the group to act as confidant, boss, and
instructor.  I taught anatomy and physiology at the local
community college three nights a week, so it was only natural
that I spent a few minutes teaching techniques.  

The girls all gathered round as I showed them the proper way to
release a carpal tunnel spasm and manipulate the palms to make
them relax.  

"You're the best," said Allison, "I am amazed at how easily you
do that.  I've practiced that for months and can only get it
about half of the time."

"Well I've never done it," chimed in Marie, "but damned if I
won't try it soon.  I feel like doing another 10 or 12 sessions
now."

With that she shucked off her bra, stepped out of her panties and
turned toward me in a weight lifters pose, arms lifted high.    

"I am therapist hear me roar," she giggled.   

I watched her cute butt twitch across the room toward the
showers.  Her casual attitude was appropriate and innocent in
this environment but I have to admit that I was a bit turned on
by her display.  I couldn't help but notice that her small
breasts all but disappeared when she lifted her arms, leaving
only her prominent nipples sitting on top of a pair of puffy
aureoles.  The fact that her mons was hairless made her looks
prepubescent. 

Staring after her I stammered, "Ah well, guess I gotta go.  Be
cool girls."

Marsha grinned, "Be cool Josh, I appreciate the lesson."

"Me too Josh," said Allison

 "Yeah, well someday I'll figure out how to do my own self.  I
would be a much better therapist if I could get these Scapulae
muscles in my back to unknot.  After a long day, they hurt."

Marsha jumped up.  

"Here Josh, let me fix them for you."

"Nah, I'm beat.  I just want an hour from the Jacuzzi and anap."

Allison chimed in, "Don't be silly, let us fix it for you.  We'll
do it together and make your knots go away.  It won't take but a
minute."

I let Allison take my hand and lead me over to a specially
designed massage table sitting in the corner.  It was usually
used for pregnant women and had an opening for big bellies to fit
into as well as the usual face hole.  

After slipping off my shoes, socks and T-shirt, I lay down on the
table.  I was wearing only a pair of biker shorts.  

I could feel warm lotion being applied to my back as one of them
began the light warming strokes in preparation for the main
event.  

"Geez boss, you are really tight," said Allison.  

I could but grunt as her long fingers began kneed the various
groups of muscles in my upper back.  As she worked I could feel
the knots releasing and a pleasant euphoria soon overcame me.  I
lay there immobile as a second pair of warm hands joined the
first, working on the opposite side.  The only sound in the room
was my breathing and the shower shutting off in the background as
Marie finished her bath.  

The two worked toward my lower back, nearly putting me to sleep
in the process.  As they were kneading my thoracic spine I could
feel a third set of well oiled hands begin working on my feet.  

The bliss was complete.  I let their ministrations take me away
to a place that that only endorphins lived. 

I was nearly asleep when one of them asked me to raise my hips so
they could lower my shorts.  They wanted to continue by working
my glutei.  Any decent massage therapist knows that you have to
connect your work or problems develop.  I humped my butt slightly
into the air while three pairs of hands peeled off my remaining
garment.    

A towel was tossed carelessly across me for a semblance of
privacy.  This was done probably out of habit more than for
proprietary reasons.  I could have cared less at that point.  I
just knew that I was relaxing more than I had for months.  One
never realizes how keyed up he is until he is 'unkeyed'.  

My head was buried deeply into the face hole and my privates were
partially hanging through the pregnant belly hole as the three
sets of hands moved toward each other.  

One set of hands moved from the feet to the calves to the thighs,
while two sets moved from the lower back to the buttocks.  The
towel was pushed aside and I guess it hit the floor.  As I said
before, I didn't care.  I just didn't want them to stop.  

The lower set of hands pushed my legs apart, hooking my feet in
the side straps of the table and began the deep tissue
manipulation of the thighs necessary for relaxation of those big
muscles.  One of the girls startled me by pouring a large amount
of lotion on my buttocks.  It wasn't real cold but I could feel
the outpouring quite well.  I considered admonishing the offender
for this breach in protocol but felt too good to expend the
energy.  

As the two pair of hands pulled stroked and massaged my butt I
could feel the heavy lotion running down my crack, across the
anal sphincter, and roll down and pool on my scrotum.  This again
brought me to a stage of awareness.  I suddenly realized that my
balls were exposed to the girls for all three to see.  

"What the heck," I thought, "We're all professional right?"

As those thoughts were passing through my now numbed mind, I felt
a finger dart down and gently scoop the pool of lotion off my
scrotum and apply it back up on my butt.  There was nothing
intentionally erotic about it but the gentle touch had its
effect.  I felt my penis swelling down into the belly hole on the
table.  

"Great," I thought, "Some professional, getting an adolescent
type erection from a single touch."

Single touches were not to be however.  Whichever of the three
that was working on my thighs was occasionally brushing my sack
with the back of her hands as she massaged my legs.  My little
swelling grew to big swellings.  

Marsha leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Time to turn over
boss."

I wasn't ready to do so because I had an aching boner poking
through the table.  It was hugely embarrassing and very
non-professional for me to be this way with my employees.  

Allison pushed on me and said, "Come on guy, over you go."

"I can't.  I dozed off and awoke with an erection."  A gentle lie
but I was trying to cover my emotions. 

"Who cares?" asked Marie, "As the guy on TV said, 'Parts is
Parts'." 

I appreciated their unconcern.  They were the pros I knew them to
be.  I slowly rolled over exposing myself to the trio.  

I kept my eyes closed.  There was a moments pause and then the
six hands went to work.  One pair massaged my neck, one pair on
my chest and abdomen, and another resumed the lower legwork. 
This went on for a good 15 minutes.  

My aching penis was lying on my belly with the glans near my
belly button.  It had grown so hard under their assumed stares
that it had pulled my scrotal sack very tight.  The light
fingernail drags across my nipples did nothing to make things
better.  

"Sorry about that girls.  Do you want to put the towel over me?"

"No," one of the voices said, you're tense there too." 

I opened my eyes and started to protest when I saw the little
pubescent Marie kneeling on the table between my legs, staring at
my penis.  

"If you can believe it, I've never done a penis before," she
said.  

A snort from Allison, "I would hope not.  Your boyfriend would
count though."

I've never done anything with a boy before," she replied with a
blush while continually staring at my stretched out cock.  

"You're kidding right?" asked Marsha.  

"Just classroom stuff," She replied.  

"Well that's way cool honey let me show you a thing or two.  You
don't mind do you Josh?"

I thought this was taking the instructional thing a bit far. 
Besides, I didn't believe a pretty baby like Marie had never
touched a penis before.  

As I formed the words in my head to protest Marsha began her
teaching.  

She went through all of the parts first, cupping my testicles and
rolling them in her well oiled hand.  Being the dutiful student
Marie took them in her tiny cool hands and tugged at the sack and
manipulated the orbs with her fingertips.  

Allison took over and began her instructions by stroking my shaft
with her long fingers.  At the end of each stroke she rolled the
palm of her hand over the circumcised glans, creating a wave of
ecstasy through my whole body.  Part of my mind protested
mightily, but I fear only a very small part.  This was heaven and
was breaking a long respite from any sexual activity.  

Each in turn fondled my penis, balls and sensitive perineum.  My
legs were stretched outwards to the maximum with tiny Marie still
parked between them, evidently enjoying every minute of the
process as she wadded my ball sack between her fingertips.  

"Notice that it is swelling even more," said Allison as she
stroked the shaft of my cock, "That means that he's gonna
ejaculate in a minute."

"Really?" gushed Marie, "Oh do it for me Josh!"

"Watch this," said Allison as she left the hard meat and slid the
flat of her hand down across the balls.  

As soon as she let my cock slap back against my belly Marsha
picked it up and started a languid stroking.  

Allison's hand trailed across my balls and the fingertips brushed
around my anal opening.

"Have you ever massaged a prostate Marie?"

"Gosh no," she replied, her eyes growing large.  

"Watch."

With that she slightly penetrated my puckering asshole.  Marsha
was watching closely too and picked up the tempo on my shaft.  

Allison's long finger slowly pushed into my rectum, feeling
around for landmarks as she went.  I could only hold my breath
and groan quietly as she explored my dark passage.  

"Gosh look," Marie cooed, "It's getting even bigger.  Is he gonna
squirt?"

With that Allison touched my sensitive prostate gland and pushed.
 My world went away.  

It felt as if my toenails were being sucked up through my legs
and being shot through my penis.  My cock erupted with the pent
up energy of a well-tended member that had been ignored too long.
 

Huge gouts of ropy come poured forth with enough pressure behind
them to etch glass.  I heard a large splat hit the wall behind us
and the girls cry out with surprise at the suddenness and the
amount.  

I opened my eyes to see Marie bent over my cock, diminutive tits
swinging back and forth, pumping my cock with both hands as fast
as she could.  She was crouched in a squat, and the sight of her
gaping, hairless cunt so close to my spurting tool sent me into
another seizure of orgasm.  

Allison was stooped around my upraised leg with what felt like
her whole hand in my ass.  Poor Marsha was still standing beside
me grinning as the second, third and fourth blasts of semen hit
her in the face and chest.  She laughed as she reached out to cup
my now dwindling balls.  

I have never seen studies on the issue but I don't think that
it's likely that a man can ejaculate a quart of semen at one
time.  Looking at Marie's dripping hands, Marsha's soaked face,
and my inundated belly and chest, I would say that I came close
to at least a pint.  

Somewhere in the last throes of orgasm I slipped into a blissful
sleep.  Perhaps it was a state of near coma, but when I came to,
there were three beautiful women working on my cock, balls and
ass with a warm washcloth, cleaning me with great attention.  

I was in sheer bliss.  

" Can we do it again?" asked Marie.  

"Oh lord," I thought, "We've created a monster."

Allison whispered, "As soon as he wakes up it's your turn little
girl."

I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.  




Part two coming soon!

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