by Reed James
My passion built and built, but this was just a preview. The true delight was about to begin.
“Now,” I purred, lifting my burning body from her flesh, her back coated in the slick gel, “roll over. It's time to do your front.”
“Oh, wow,” she whimpered. “Really. That... that...”
“Don't you want me to relax you?” I asked, my gel-coated tits swaying above her. She looked at me over her shoulder, shifting on the air mattress. I grinned at her, my brassy hair falling about my face. “Don't you want to achieve that... climatic moment of relaxation.”
She let out a groan. The sexy, married woman turned over. Her breasts jiggled, gravity pulling them into two plump mounds. Her nipples thrust hard. She licked her lips as she twitched. I grinned at her and pushed my right leg between her thighs, pushing them apart.
Then my left leg slid in.
I lowered myself down to her body, my pussy burning. I stared into her brown eyes as my breasts kissed hers. My slick belly rubbed against her flat stomach. My pubic mound pressed against hers. Her ticklish bush caressed my shaved pudenda. My pussy lips and clit drank in the sensation.
“Oh, my,” she gasped as I wiggled my hips, grinding my clit against hers. “I... I...”
“Mmm, just enjoy the massage,” I told her, staring into her eyes as I squirmed my body against hers.
I tribbed her.
The married woman shuddered beneath me as I rubbed our pussies together. My slippery nipples slid across her breasts. They brushed her hard nubs. Sparks burst through me. The hot embers landed in my molten pussy, joining the heat churned by my clit rubbing into her pussy lips.
Her silky pubic hair teased the shaved folds of my pussy as I flexed my ass. I ground into her, massaging her bud. She gasped and moaned, pleasure spilling across her face. She squirmed beneath me, increasing the delight.
“Mmm, yes, yes,” I purred. “Don't you just feel more and more relaxed.”
“I feel something,” the woman groaned. “I can't believe this is happening.”
“Just enjoy it,” I purred, staring into her eyes. This intimacy built between us. I shuddered, grinding on her pussy. My forehead pressed against her temple. My nose brushed her. I felt her breath washing across my face, hot and excited. “Enjoy your massage.”
“Yes!” she whimpered, her hips moving. Her pupils dilated, her eyes growing so dark.
Her hands found their way to my back. She stroked me as we tribbed. Our clits and pussies rubbed together. I shuddered, massaging her. I kept staring into her eyes as I brought us both closer and closer towards that shuddering moment of pure relaxation.
She groaned. She gasped. She quivered beneath me. My pussy grew hotter. My juices leaked out of me. Did she feel the heat of my passion? Did she feel my cream dribbling out of me and coating her juicy twat? Her silky pubic hairs rubbed against me now while her slippery body squirmed beneath me.
Her hands moved down my back.
“Oh, Zoey!” she gasped, trembling beneath me. Her hands grabbed my ass. She squeezed me, pulling me tight. “I've never... never had a female masseuse. This... this...”
“But you've always wanted a woman to... massage you,” I purred, grinding my clit against hers.
“I've thought about it!” she moaned. Her fingers bit into my rump. “I've been getting more and more curious and... and... Yes!”
She achieved relaxation.
Her body quivered beneath mine. Her pussy felt hotter. Her juices bathed my clit. Our nipples kissed, throbbed. Her lips found mine. She kissed me with hungry passion. I shuddered against her, trembling atop her.
My clit brushed hers.
Sparks exploded.
I joined her in relaxation. I trembled atop her. I squirmed and groaned, grinding into her. My tongue dueled with hers. My lips moved atop hers. This was so wild. I shuddered as we both groaned and gasped. I dueled with her. I caressed her, feasted on her. Our tongues darted together. They danced and dueled.
We pleased each other.
It was incredible to feel. Waves of rapture washed out of my spasming pussy. My juices gushed out of me. I trembled on her, groaning in the kiss. She whimpered beneath me, fingers gripping my rump as we both trembled through our orgasmic rapture.
She broke the kiss, her eyes wild. She whimpered as she squirmed beneath me. Her tongue darted over her lips. Her eyes danced around. She rubbed her nose against mine. I grinned at her, loving the passion in her eyes.
“Oh, Zoey!” she moaned, still squirming, rubbing our pussies together. “I want... I want...”
“What?” I asked. “You want us to do some consenting behavior?”
She nodded her head.
“I know what you want,” I purred, shifting on her. I could feel the passion brimming in her. I turned around on her body, the nuru gel slicking the way.
The air mattress groaned beneath us as I turned all the way around, straddling her head, my large breasts rubbing into her flat stomach. I stared down at her soaked bush. It half-hid the thick folds of her pussy. I grinned as I smelled the mix of our pussy juices on her. Her spicy cunt mixed with my tangy twat.
My mouth watered.
“Oh, my,” she groaned as she stared up at my shaved pussy.
I leaned down to give her a wicked tongue massage. Maybe we should add that to the list. Just licking a woman's entire body. It would be hot. I groaned, salivating, then buried my face into her furry muff.
I licked through her folds, my tart juices mixed with her spicy musk. I soaked her when I came. The married woman squirmed beneath me, Her breast rubbed into my belly while my nipples throbbed against hers. Her breath caressed my pussy as I plunged my tongue into her spicy depths.
I only tasted her.
She groaned and quivered beneath me. Her hands grabbed my rump again. She pulled me tight against her. A tremble raced through her body. A throaty groan rose from her lips. Then the married woman took her first lick of a woman's pussy.
My pussy.
I shuddered atop her as her tongue brushed over my clit then teased the folds of my pussy. I moaned into her snatch, my tongue buried deep in her. I wiggled around in her as she dove in for a second lick. A third. She caressed my pussy.
“That's good,” she groaned. Her tongue fluttered through my folds. “Oh, Zoey, that's really good.”
“Mmm, it is,” I purred and then sucked on her pussy lips, her soaked pubic hair tickling my face.
She shuddered beneath me, her fingers biting into my rump. She thrust her tongue into my depths, stirring it around in me. I groaned. My eyes fluttered as the heat billowed through my body. I shuddered on top of her, my eyes blinking fast.
This was an incredible delight that swelled through me. Her tongue stirred me up. She caressed my pussy lips, her fingers digging into my rump. I groaned into her snatch, licking and nibbling. I teased her pussy lips and clit.
She squealed when I sucked on her bud.
“Zoey!” she moaned between hungry licks. “Ooh, yes, yes. I like that. That's great.”
Her lips found my clit.
We sucked on each other, her bold nose rubbing into my pussy folds. I quivered atop her, another wonderful orgasm building and building in the depths of my cunt. I squirmed atop her, grinding my pussy into her face.
My juices flowed out of my snatch as she nursed on my bud. She sucked and nibbled, copying me. I taught her how to love cunt. I circled her clit with my tongue. I teased her with my fluttering caresses. She quivered beneath me, her breasts rubbing against mine.
I plunged my tongue into her spicy depths.
Her tongue buried into my twat.
I nibbled on her labia; she nibbled on mine.
We loved each other. Her spicy cream filled my mouth over and over. I gulped down her pussy juices, savoring this married woman. Her fingers dug into my rump, holding me tight while our slippery bodies squirmed together.
Her nipples rubbed into my belly. Mine ached against her stomach. I whimpered;
she groaned. Our tongues caressed the other's snatch. We teased each other. Drove each other wild. Her licking grew bold, frantic.
Her tongue fluttered over my folds.
“Oh, yes, Olivia!” I moaned, trembling on her. “Just like that. I'm going to... to...”
“Cum?” she asked. “Make me cum, Zoey! I'll make you explode!”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my fingers moving.
I thrust two digits into her twat. She gasped, her married pussy clenching down around my digits. I felt so wicked and wanton. Her husband had this beautiful woman. He should be loving her. He wasn't. What a pity.
My fingers pumped in and out of her twat. I buried them again and again into her. I plundered her pussy. She quivered beneath me. She whimpered and groaned. Her passion surged around me. It was incredible to feel her pussy soaking my fingers.
“Zoey!” she gasped then sucked on my clit.
“Cum!” I moaned. “Let yourself go!” I licked her bud and jammed my fingers deep into her pussy.
Her orgasm burst through her. Olivia gasped beneath me. Her tits rubbed into my belly while her pussy convulsed around my fingers. I plundered her married depths, licking up her spicy cream that gushed out around my digits.
This wicked thrill shot through me. She moaned around my clit. My ass clenched beneath her fingers. Then I joined her in ecstasy. The pleasure swept through me. Hot winds of rapture that slammed euphoria in my mind.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, loving giving my first professional massage. “Olivia!”
“Zoey!” she gasped, squirming beneath me. “Oh, my! Oh, my, this is amazing!”
She licked at my pussy, gathering the cream flooding out of me. More gusts of searing winds swept ecstasy through my body. Her cunt writhed around my fingers. I lapped up her spicy passion, quivering on her, shuddering, loving her.
Then we collapsed. We panted and groaned. I shuddered, rolling off of her and onto the tiled floor. It was cool beneath me. The air mattress shifted and groaned as she shuddered. I stared up at the ceiling, my body buzzing from my bliss.
“That was amazing,” she groaned. “Ooh, I have to try your other packages. I wish I could stay. I have to pick up my daughter from junior college.”
“Maybe... you should bring her... here,” I said, my body buzzing. “Enjoy a mother-daughter massage.”
Olivia shuddered. “You mean... You would...”
“Massage her,” I purred, sitting up. “Show her the delights that only a female masseuse can give. You know, make sure she's tried it all.”
Olivia licked her lips, her eyes glassy. “Maybe...” She swallowed, a strange gleam appearing in her eyes. “Maybe I will.”
I smiled. I hoped she did. My first massage was great. I was glad Juana had this idea. I couldn't wait for my next client. Especially if it was Olivia with her daughter. I bet she was just as sexy as her mother.
Maybe I could teach a little incest, too.
To be continued...
Daughter's Incestuous Massage
Incestuous Flesh Massaged 2
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
by
Reed James
Daughter's Incestuous Massage
A week later, and Olivia had yet to come back with her daughter.
It was a shame. I had a great time massaging my first client and giving her such an intimate and delicious massage. Working at The Lady's Touch massage parlor was exciting and fun. I had some great delights seducing clients into lesbian sex or just giving them what they wanted under the guise of a sensual massage. I gave them titty massages, vulva massages, nuru massages, blindfold massages, and even just regular massages. They didn't all end in actual sex, just some teasing fun, but many times they did.
Still, Olivia was my first intimate massage, and you always remember your first time.
I was glad that Juana, a dominating lesbian who was a close friend of my family (so close that she lived with us, and Clint, my brother, had bred her and her sister-slave), had come up with the idea of this massage parlor. My girlfriend and I both leaped at the chance to get out of stripping and find another job.
I hummed as I cleaned up after my last massage, my body buzzing from the fun. I didn't get off, but my customer did. I rubbed her vulva while she gasped and shuddered, her eyes wide with shock. She was a cute, Black woman with round breasts.
The door opened behind me.
“Do I have another client, Lee?” I asked, turning and expecting to see my young half-sister Lee. She worked as the receptionist.
Instead, I found my brother, Clint, standing there.
He had a huge grin on his face. He was a man a few years younger than me. His eyes flicked around the room, nodding his head. His dark hair and chiseled chin made him nearly a spitting image of our dead father. Clint had stepped up to take care of the family when Dad passed away. He made us all into his lovers, sex slaves, and sisters with benefits. Well, I was the only sister with benefits.
It was exciting fucking my brother.
“This is a nice setup, Zoey,” he said, nodding his head.
“You shouldn't be here,” I said as his eyes flicked to me in my lilac, silk robe that clung to my naked body beneath, my nipples hardening. “Only women are allowed in here.”
Clint waved his hand dismissively as he stepped before me. “Just wanted to stop by and say hi. I had a light load of classes today.”
I swallowed, a strange rush shooting through me. “Still...” My large breasts rose and fell. My heart pumped fast. “Our clients think this is a safe place for only women.”
His hands pulled open my robe. I shuddered as the silk slid across my nipples. Tingles shot down to my pussy. My cunt clenched as the heat washed through me. I whimpered, my brassy hair sweeping around my face. My breasts swayed as I trembled as his hands slid in and grabbed my hips. They slid up the sides. He caressed me as he went higher and higher.
I whimpered. Groaned. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them.
There was just something about my brother that made me weak in the knees and hot in the pussy. I never could say no to him. Not since he first took control of the family. He gave me the choice, he always did, but so long as I chose to live with the family, he was in charge of my body.
His thumbs slid over my breasts. His thumb brushed over my nipples. Tingles raced down to my pussy. I shuddered and groaned. He pressed into my nubs, pushing them into my areolas. Pleasure clenched and shuddered. My pussy grew juicier and juicier.
“This is quite the nice setup you got,” Clint said. He massaged me. Teased me. He had a hungry look in his eyes. “I like it. Things are going great.”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned. He teased me. Twisted my nipples. My pussy clenched. Juices trickled down my veins. My robe caressed my rump.
He leaned down and engulfed my nipple. I gasped and clenched my fists as he sucked on my nipple. His lips sealed around my nub. Pleasure shot through me. His tongue caressed around my areola. He played with me, his hands squeezing my chest.
Incestuous fire burned inside of me as my brother nursed at my aching nipple. His fingers dug into my large breasts. His lips popped off between sucks, making these naughty popping sounds. I groaned as his dark eyes stared up at me.
“Clint!” I groaned. “Oh, wow, Clint. That's... That's... Damn, that's nice.”
His lips popped off my nipple. He spun me around. I gasped as he bent me over my massage table. No foreplay. He knew I needed to be fucked. My robe swayed. My tits jiggled before me. My hands planted on the table's padding. His fingers dug into my ass, causing my toes to curl in my slippers.
He flipped up my robe. His hands grabbed my ass. He squeezed my rump. He kneaded me. I shuddered as his fingers dug into me. I shuddered, biting my lower lip. My heart pounded in my chest. Blood pumped through my veins.
His zipper rasped. I bit my lip. I could hear sounds coming from the next room, a woman groaning as she was massaged to her orgasm. We told our clients men didn't come here,
and now my brother was here. It was so naughty.
I shuddered as his cock nudged into my pussy. He pressed it up into my twat. He shoved his dick into me. He buried into me. I groaned at the hot plunge of his shaft. He filled my cunt with his thick shaft. I whimpered and groaned. Pleasure swept through me, this incestuous rush of delight. My tingles raced through me. His balls smacked into my clit.
My pussy clenched around his girth, worshiping my brother being in me. I groaned as he drew back and then thrust into me. He slammed to the hilt in me. He buried over and over into me. He slammed into my depths. He buried over and over into me.
“Damned,” he growled as he pumped his cock into me. His hands slid up my body. He squeezed my breasts. He kneaded them. He twisted my nipples as he plowed into me.
“Enjoying your pussy massage?” I asked, squeezing my cunt around his dick. My hips undulated around his shaft. “Huh? You like my pussy massaging your cock.”
“God, yes,” he growled, his hips thrusting forward. His crotch smacking over and over into my rump. He buried into my pussy hard. My sheath squeezed around him. “Work those hips, Zoey.”
I threw back my head, groaning, my hips wiggling. I massaged my brother's cock with my pussy. My tits heaved and bounced around His dick buried into me. His crotch smacked my rump over and over. Juices spilled down my thighs.
He grunted and growled as he plowed me. The massage table rocked as my brother buried into me. Pleasure spilled through my body. His dick stimulated my cunt as he buried again and again into me. My fingers dug into the sheet covering the bed. My breasts bounced, my nipples aching as he twisted them. He tugged on them, stretching out my nubs.
He kissed my neck. His stubble rasped against my skin. I groaned with every thrust. He fucked me hard. His hands squeezed into my tits. Pleasure built and built in me. This incestuous rush surged through me as I massaged my brother with my pussy.
“I want you to reach your peak,” I moaned. “I want you to spill your release in me. I want to relax you.”
