Subject: Week at the Resort With Kelly
Story Codes: MF
Author: Bill Jones <address withheld by request>
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
**********************
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?!?”
“Shhhhhh!... 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...