Subject: Week at the Resort With Kelly
Story Codes: MF
Author: Bill Jones <magictouchguyaltbox@yahoo.com>
Posted By: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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NOTE to readers:
The resort is real, BTW. It's called the Nemacolin Woodlands Resort, and I WAS
there for a conference last spring. Read all about the place at:
http://www.nemacolin.com/
Bill
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Kelly and I had been chatting for a couple of months, and had continued to raise
the bar on content and personal exposure as we built trust, friendship, and (at
least in my case) lust. I loved getting new pictures of her and her family as
tight, hot and scantily-clad teenagers, and she seemed to appreciate the results
of my jerk-off fantasies, with, to and onto those pictures. It was very
satisfying, and although I knew there was a line she wouldn’t cross, we had
gotten pretty “down and dirty” in our talk and actions related to Kristi, Beth
and her Aunt Linda.
My consulting business progressed, and in due course I was notified that the
location for this year’s annual conference in my field was to be... a famous luxury
resort, in southwest Pennsylvania! I hadn’t dared hope they would go back
there, because that’s where the convention was held last year, and it’s within
an hour of Pittsburgh!
I knew I had to go for it. I sent Kelly a note and laid out my case: I was
asking, respectfully and properly, for a date. I offered to meet her at the
resort (or would pick her up anywhere), and take her out to dinner at the finest
restaurant at the resort (and they have multiple top-rated restaurants on the
premises). The total date would consist of dining, talking, a couple of after-
dinner drinks in the bar, and then good night. No sex, no pressure – just a nice
“first date”.
She was clearly skeptical, and I had the impression she’d heard it all before –
not to mention that her default position was to never meet anybody from the
site. For those reasons and maybe more, she demurred politely, whereupon I made
a counter-offer: She could bring along a wingman/buddy, if it was “one of the
girls”, and I’d extend the dinner/talk/drinks offer to all. This one made her
think seriously. Then I sweetened the deal, as I had come to know of her
playful nature. What if the wingman was Beth... She would be told that Kelly had
won some kind of contest for a night at the resort, all expenses paid, including
meals for two. There was also a special in-room massage deal as part of the
package, after dinner. Naturally, I would be the masseur, and would meet them
for the first time in the room, after dinner. Kelly would be able to watch me
“safely”, as I provided a “therapeutic massage” of her friend, while they
chatted. At any time, Kelly could decide the “jig was up”, blow the whistle,
and the two of them would be out of there, at least having enjoyed the resort
and free five-star dinner.
This time she went for it, and the deal was done. Kelly would drive down from
the Mt. Lebanon area with Beth in her car. I started to make plans...
I arrived early on the appointed day, secured the luxury suite I had reserved,
and checked it out. I had specified a King-size bed, and all was in order. I
was also careful in spreading around the right kind of money, into the right
hands, to ensure that my own plans would proceed smoothly.
Kelly insisted on seeing me personally, before things got too far along – fair
enough. By prior cell-phone coordination, we met in the parking garage while
Kelly self-parked, having left Beth to guard their stuff in the lobby. We
hugged briefly and tentatively – chests together, but hips apart, cheek to
cheek... that was it.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked.
“Yeah, I guess so... what am I supposed to do, again?” Kelly’s voice revealed a
hint of residual suspicion and reserve.
I smiled, seeking to disarm. “Just relax... take it all at face value. You’ve said
that you’ve never been to a place like this, so consider it my gift to you, in
return for all our fun together... ”
She smiled at that. I withheld the final comment: Just be careful, it might
become habit forming... Time enough for that later, depending on how things turned
out today.
***************************
Upon arrival at Registration, the clerk, whose pocket I had recently made a bit
fatter, passed Kelly the keycard to the “Contest Winner’s room... just a copy of
the one I already had in my pocket. The girls went up to the room, reappearing
an hour later in swim suits with over-clothes for modesty, and headed for the
indoor pool. I smiled to myself, wondering what had taken so long to drop bags
and change into bikinis... It may well be a pleasant stay, I thought.
Posing as a hotel employee in my borrowed (more like rented) hotel uniform T-
shirt, I was able to scout around the pool area, and saw the girls giggling and
splashing, while flirting with the lifeguard. Kelly was wearing that hot black
bikini I have jerked off onto, and Beth had the black one with the clasp in
front, right over her pussy. The taut cords of her belly muscles flexed as she
stretched, and my dick lurched in my pants... patience, patience... They were having
fun, and I left them to it.
As arranged, the Restaurant Manager called me when they arrived for dinner, and
I peeked from the kitchen, surreptitiously. I had arranged for a bottle of
champagne to be delivered “with the compliments of the house”. Two small-bodied
women plus a full bottle of champagne equals a fun time, in my experience.
After dinner, they were giggling and tipsy as they wound their way back to the
room, holding each other up.
I watched their progress from the security camera room, and when they had
arrived, I counted to 10 slowly, then tapped discreetly on the door, an
impassive “I just work here” look on my sober face. Kelly opened the door.
“I’m here from the hotel – your in-room massage?” I looked expectantly from one
girl to the other. Kelly was suppressing a giggle, which wouldn’t do at all... I
looked at Beth.
“Is the massage to be for you, Miss?”
Kelly finally took the cue – “Yeah! Sure... Beth, why don’t you take it?”
Beth was mildly surprised, but shrugged and accepted. “But you’re the winner... ”
Kelly reacted quickly. “No, you go ahead – after the pool today, I think you
need it more than I do!” Both girls shared a secret smile – Beth had gotten so
hopped up over a young stud at the pool that she had confided in Kelly that she
was feeling really itchy. While at the pool, she had delighted in watching his
Speedo swell while she talked with him, leaning forward to offer a free visual
tour of the most gorgeous rack in that part of Pennsylvania... But then his
girlfriend showed up – about 16, super hot, and definitely not inclined to
share... sigh...
So, it was an easy sell for Beth to be persuaded to allow a man to rub his hands
over her naked body. “If you’re sure you don’t want it?”
“No, you go ahead,” Kelly said... ”I’ll just hang out and we can talk.”
I remained professional. “Very well, Miss... My name is Bill, and I’ll be your
masseur tonight – would you please disrobe and lay on the bed – face down.”
I made a point of going into the bathroom and closing the door to change into my
robe. What wasn’t yet obvious was that the robe comprised my entire ensemble. As
I emerged and arranged things over by the bed, I heard the girls whispering.
Beth asked, in a low hiss “I know it’s paid for, but am I supposed to tip him?”
Kelly suppressed a giggle, and not for the first time today. “I’m sure you can
think of something... ” Beth rolled her eyes, popped her bra, and sauntered over to
the bed, nonchalant in her nakedness. I pointedly didn’t stare at her fat tits,
which swayed as she walked, then flattened under her body as she lay down on her
belly, legs tightly together.
I started to work on her... I am a well-experienced masseur, and toiled diligently.
At first, Beth was chatting with Kelly, all but ignoring the effect of my
touch... However, as I continued, she began to sigh, close her eyes and even once
murmured “that feels so good... ”.
I exchanged looks with Kelly, who shut up and just watched. For the next 20
minutes, I continued on Beth’s upper body, from those all-important two dimples
at the base of a woman’s spine to the back of her neck, then cheeks and jaw line
and temples.
By the time I started to work her lower body, she was relaxed, in the way
recognizable to masseurs and masseuses – the subject starts by resisting,
whether they know it or not... success comes when the subject delivers control of
his/her body to the care of the therapist, and only moves when and how the
therapist wishes them to. That’s when the real healing begins...
As I ran my hands over the curve of Beth’s ass cheeks, she moaned softly. I ran
down the length of her legs, first outside, then inside the thighs... Then came the
test – I gently opened her legs a bit, and felt her shiver as her puffy slit
became visible. She allowed me to expose her... good. I ran my fingers up her body
and down, then across the ass cheeks, between them into the crack, and down the
curve until just short of her wet hole. She whimpered, and I caught her opening
her own legs slightly, in the hope that would result in my extending the
soothing caresses to her thrilled crotch.
I rewarded her with a single pass by light, trailing fingers, along the full
length of her central seam, and she moaned more loudly... Then I spent several
minutes repeating the process, the full length of her legs, trailing light and
teasing fingers to deliver electric surges of thrilling sensation. Every few
passes, in no predictable pattern, the course of my fingers would pass up her
center, one time even daring to tease an inch of one finger into her moist
cavern, as if “accidentally”... she moaned and quivered at the touch. The heat off
her crotch was like a bed of glowing coals. By the time I was done, she was
panting in lust, but had completely surrendered to my leading touch.
Then it was time...
“Now for the other side” I said. “Can you do it, or shall I help you?” It is
well known that the turnover is difficult to execute gracefully, after a long
and relaxing massage session. Many need to be helped, to do it at all.
Beth turned herself, somewhat clumsily. As she settled in, I tested my position.
“Please open your legs a bit more.” She smiled, said nothing, but complied.
Now I was looking at the delicious girl, fully naked and slightly spread at my
fingertips. Her mound was puffy and swollen, the cunt lips pink and distended,
her clit peeking out from under its protective hood. This was a woman who body
was showing all physiological signs of being prepared for fulfilling sex, the
ultimate technique in bodily healing. .
“Kelly, you don’t know what you’re missing!” Beth said breathily.
Her friend just smiled. “Enjoy yourself... I just like to watch.” Kelly opened her
legs as she sat in the bedside chair – she had stripped to underwear while I was
busy, and now pulled her bra cup aside to expose her tit, the first time I had
seen it, in person or otherwise. She smiled and nodded to me, as if to say ‘just
think of this as a little reward... ’ I smiled back as she began to thumb her
nipple – but then I had to pay attention to my current work.
I worked on Beth’s neck, face and head – clavicles and up – with precision and
expertise. She breathed deeply at the pleasing attention. I watched her belly
flutter as I worked my way down her ribcage, circling, but not yet touching, her
gorgeous fat orbs.
Her tautly-muscled belly and sides got a soft-fingers, tingling rub. I indulged
myself and explored her delicious, cavernous bellybutton – something that would
have been frowned upon as “unprofessional” by my massage instructor – but I
thought I could get away with it, and I did, as she squirmed and giggled
slightly. Then I was on her pubic mound. She was shaved, which made the
movements easier – I hooked my thumb in her bellybutton, as an anchor and
reference, then smoothly rolled my palm around her lower belly in circles,
directly over her uterus. As expected, she whimpered in a mix of pleasure and
lust, since this is one of the most erotically soothing moves in all of
massage... She was clenching her thighs, as if willing there to be something to
provide pressure against her clit, now distended and bright pink in its urgent
need.
I held the position in her bellybutton, and again swirled my fingertips inside
her deep tummy hole. She squirmed... ”tickles” she gasped. I ignored her and
began to move against her neglected tit sacks, so much a part of her body, so in
need of attention and care...
I gently seized one around the base, so as to cause the nipple to distend and
darken, then scratched around the periphery of the wide, red-brown areola while
she moaned openly. I rolled the ball of my thumb around the peak of her nipple,
and felt the rubbery point push back urgently, her milk duct perceptibly
opening, quivering in readiness.
When both tits had been well thrilled, I moved back to Beth’s waist, then below
it... while I was focused on her chest, she had opened her legs still wider,
whether in anticipation or desire, Her wet slit beckoned, her clit quivering in
its sheath, a drop of dew collecting at the bottom of her belly opening. All in
due time...
I massaged her legs as expertly as all other areas, applying soothing, deep-
tissue regeneration strokes... then I began to slide my fingers up the insides of
her thighs. I felt her shaking long before I reached her pussy... the first time, I
teasingly ran my fingers up to the ridge of her thigh-pussy juncture, then rode
up the curve to curl over her mound, where her belly fur would have been. She
whimpered again, and this time in apparent frustration, so I repeated the move,
but this time, ran the length of her seam, emerging sopping wet. I repeated my
technique from her back, with unpredictable light strokes, either thrilling her
sex nodes with precisely-delivered caresses, or bypassing them, to which she
whimpered in frustration.
“I’m going to massage your vagina now.” (I never call it that, but I was trying
to appear “professional”). This got Kelly’s attention, and she cried out briefly
as I watched her continue to frig herself, now more rapidly. I opened Beth’s
legs, encountering no resistance, protest or comment of any kind. Her belly was
fluttering, and I felt my cock lurch, now tenting my robe.
I slid my index and middle finger, side by side and palm up, into Beth’s pussy.
The passage was hot and soaking wet, and I soon encountered my target – the
ridged roof of her cuntal channel – her G Spot...
With those two fingers gently rubbing along the soft washboard of that tiny
miracle of nature, I began to roll the ball of my other thumb around the hood of
Beth’s clit. Soon she was thrashing and wailing, but her arms remained glued to
her sides, balling the sheets between her fingers. As I felt her fuck-tunnel
begin to flutter in pre-orgasmic urgency, I switched the rubbing move to
fingernail scratching along the length of Beth’s G Spot, and applied a gentle
rolling pressure directly on the top side of her clit, right under the hood. Her
reaction was as satisfying as it was predictable, and I rode her body through
exquisite, shrieking ecstatic spasms.
As Beth’s first orgasm of the night began to fade, I gently backed off my
ministrations until they were a gentle breeze of touch, just enough to maintain
contact as I silently shucked off my robe. Beth couldn’t see, but at this point
Kelly made a point of staring, with obvious curiosity and clinical interest, my
entire now-naked body, including my half-hard cock. We had been net-fucking for
months, after all, and to my delight, it appeared that in her mind, I was
turning out to be more interesting all the time.
She seemed to make a decision, and stood up, quickly shucking her bra and
panties, then plopped back down, legs spread, and smiled as I nodded admiringly
at the view of her splayed cunt. She made a show of holding her lips open to
show me the weeping core of her belly, then smiled and silently air-kissed me. I
replied by pointedly air-kissing her pussy, and then got back to work on my
current customer.
I opened Beth’s legs more fully, and she cooperated eagerly. She soon found out
why... As my tongue touched her clit, it was as if it closed an electrical circuit,
causing her to arch her back and wail loudly... I rode her through it, and began
flickering my tongue furiously to fan her switch – no need for niceties of
foreplay at this point – this girl was ready for anything.
Now she seemed to finally realize this wasn’t part of a normal massage.
“Wha... Kelly?!?”
“Shhh!... Just enjoy it... ” Kelly said. With a giggle, she added “I sure am!”
I redoubled my attentions, and Beth lost interest in talking to Kelly, but
instead began gurgling, roiling her hips in tempo to my flickering torment. I
knew she’d pop soon, and...
“OOOOOooooooohhhhh FUCK, that’s so GOOD! Oh, do... do... UUUNNNGGGHHHH!!!”
I tasted her pungent oils, smearing them over my face as I devoured her
exploding crotch. I let her down gently, then built her up again, and she wailed
at the realization that her wild tongue ride wasn’t over – this time, I tasted
her orgasmic discharge again in less than two more minutes. When she begged me
to stop after the second oral explosion, I knew she had arrived at that
pleasure/pain threshold when it can actually be “too good” for a woman to
stand... I relented, and slid up the length of her.
I kissed Beth deeply, and delighted in her hungry willingness to taste herself.
“Would you like me to put my dick in you now, Miss?” I kept a straight face –
ever the professional. She looked back at me in wonder, dumbstruck, until Kelly
intervened.
“OF COURSE she would! Beth, spread your legs for the nice man!... Hmmm, looks like
he needs a little help first.”
Kelly looked at my half-hard cock and seemed to be considering a decision.
Before she could act, however, Beth lurched into action, pushing her head onto
my cock, and swallowing me with so much force I was afraid she might bite my
prick off at the base.
Beth sucked me furiously and wetly, until I was stiff... As she sucked me, I openly
stared at Kelly’s spread crotch – I wanted her to know that as far as I was
concerned, there were TWO hot cunts in the room, even if I was only getting into
one of them – at the moment.
When she had me ready, Beth grabbed for the condom that Kelly threw over to her.
She rolled it on expertly, then flopped back down. “Get on top of me!” The room
was full of fuck-smell, an aroma intoxicating to us all. “Get it in me!” Never
let it be said that Beth is sexually timid.
I mounted up and slid into her core, then started a moderate rolling tempo,
luxuriating in the soft pillow of her delicious body. That didn’t last long.
“Harder!” My lover underlined her requirements by using her fingernails to give
me an incentive me to get my body further into hers. “Yeah, that’s good... now
faster!”
This was not going to be like anything written by Jane Austin – or Nancy Friday,
for that matter. This woman wanted a DICKIN’, and she wanted it hot, hard, deep
and RIGHT NOW. I held on for the ride, smiling wistfully that at least I had
done my job in preparing her to “enjoy the experience”. For once, age was an
asset, since no teenager could have lasted long inside this fucking volcano.
I did my very best, but knew the time was coming. My honor as a gentlemen and
lover required me to warn my partner...
“Beth... Beth, I’m... gonna... cum soon... where?... soon!”
“Shoot inside me! That’ll make me cum again... ” I felt the bullet-hard nipples,
attached to the glorious pink sandbags of her pendulous tits, pushing into my
chest, and wistfully realized I hadn’t had one second’s suckle from either
side!... Sigh... Wonder what Kelly thinks of all this? I tried to turn my head to
see, and got a quick shot of her, open, wrist flying at her crotch, head back
and eyes closed...
Then it started, the way it always does... I felt my dickhead swell, and looked
into Beth’s eyes. She stared back with a look of... something... surprise?
Admiration? Couldn’t tell... Then I went over the falls, was buffeted and tumbled
and thrown around until I just lay there, suspended motionless in the water,
gasping for breath... I had felt Beth stiffen and shriek, in the midst of my own
turmoil... maybe I had set her off after all, or maybe it was just her time, but
one way or the other, she made it – for her fourth time in an hour.
And so had Kelly, apparently... the three of us lay there, bodies sprawled in
brazen sexual openness, chests heaving, unnoticed, as we each struggled to
recover... After a while, Kelly told Beth about the whole deal – I was the guy
who’d been sending tributes for all this time. “I should have recognized your
cock”, Beth offered ruefully. It was the only part of me she had seen.
Then the reckoning. Kelly spoke first. Well, since this was all a hoax, and
that’s over now, and you got Beth”, as she nodded to me and said, “Then I guess
we need to be getting going..?” Beth looked pained, but said nothing.
“Nonsense!” I hastily interjected. “My offer was a luxurious night for the two
of you, and it remains so... ”
“But we can’t kick you out of your own bed?” Kelly – always the practical one.
“I’m sure there’s room enough for all of us in a King size... if you’re willing,
that is... ?”
“I’d kinda like to stay,” Beth said quietly. Her fuck-lust momentarily sated,
she was actually becoming a cuddly and sweet little girl – with 38D tits... She
signaled her interest, appreciation, or something, by snuggling closer to me,
and cradling my head to her chest. I looked up at the looming shadow of a world-
class suck-bag... might get lucky after all, I thought.
“Come on in, Kelly – plenty of room for three”, then Beth’s persuasive tone
turned salacious as she turned to me. “You you wanta see me do Kristi?” I
expressed loudly affirmative noises, and would have waved my prick in support of
the premise, but he was momentarily ‘resting’.
But for her part, Kelly seemed to retain a cautious attitude. Even so, she
recognized Beth’s interest, and considered the practicality of driving back to
Pittsburgh at night when there was a warm bed in a luxury hotel available and
offered.
Kelly settled on what she considered a practical solution. “OK, you guys stay
here – you don’t need me. I’ll go sleep on the couch in the other room.” It was
actually a pull-out convertible bed. Not totally unpleasant, but not as nice as
being in a real bed, with real naked and willing sex partners... In my mind, she
was signaling that although I had “passed” at some level, there were still
reservations...
* * * *
Beth and I kissed softly, talked a bit... kissed less softly... and then I pointed out
that I had missed my chance to suckle and worship at her luscious titties...
“Go ahead”, she said quietly, smiling... I descended, was smothered, and explored
the wondrous textures and flavors of peaks, hills and valley until we giggled
and fell asleep.
And so the night passed... before morning, Beth slid closer to me, and whispered
“are you awake?”
I am now... But wisdom prevailed. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking... you’re really tall, and big overall.” True: at 6’4”
and “solid”, I’m not a small guy.
“Well, most of the time, guys want to get on top of me, considering my size... ” I
wanted to get on top of her – again – for other reasons, but I let it pass.
“And I’ve never been with such a... big guy... ” I was trying to see where this was
going – if I’d been more awake, I might have figured it out sooner.
“Can I get... on top of you? And just lie there for a while?... Just to see what
it’s like to have a really big guy underneath me?”
“Sure” I smiled... “Climb on.” It was actually kind of sweet.
And now I was at peace... A nice-sized woman, head nestled in the crook of my
shoulder, lying on top of me – not fucking, just lying there, her body at rest,
sinking into the mattress through my body... I started to massage her neck muscles,
then spine, then sides...
“It’s like lying on a big, warm, soft living mattress”, she breathlessly noted.
Then she said something sweet. “It’s actually really nice... ” I redoubled my
caressing massage. For that line, I’d do it until my arms ached, but I didn’t
have to wait that long, as it turned out.
Soon enough, she reached up and fed me a huge tit “You like these, right?”
How could I deny it... I suckled gloriously, while Beth sighed, as if nursing her
baby, which in a sense, she was...
When my cock stiffened, she could feel it rising and straining against her
crack. Wordlessly, she reached around and felt for the shaft, then positioned
it at her portal, and pushed.
“But I’m not wearing a condom... ”
She shushed me with a smiling kiss. “I’m OK if you are... ”, and sheathed me,
invisibly. Then she started rolling her hips gently, like waves at sea, to
rhythmically encase and expose my shaft, like the piston of a slow-moving steam
engine...
We never moved from that position, just moved gently with, against and into each
other, there in the dark... until I heard the roar of the falls approaching again.
“Gonna cum soon... ” I looked into her eyes, and she just smiled back at me.
“That’s OK – this one’s all for you... ” I gasped as I felt her squeeze her
kegels, gripping my dick in a soft wet vice. She looked into my eyes and
giggled. “You like it?” I gurgled something meant to indicate assent. Then I
shook, and moaned, and gushed to fill the waiting vessel of my lover... afterwards,
she settled her head back onto my chest and toyed with my nipple, as I slowly
wilted, then plopped out of her, as men always do. Then we giggled as the flood
of my spunk oozed out of her belly and onto my crotch, one gooey drip at a time.
What a great fuck... what a great girl...
“Are you guys about done yet?” Kelly was up, walking toward the bed, and
scratching her right tit with her left hand as she approached. Sitting naked on
the bed, she smiled at Beth, then at me, and winked. “Happy?”
I couldn’t quite reach her body, so I didn’t try... this time, I thought. Even
so, I was able to make it clear that it had indeed been a glorious evening.
Kelly returned us all to immediate practicalities. “I’m getting’ hungry – what’s
for breakfast around here?”
And so ended Day One...