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.'
CHAPTER SIX
