“A four hands massage?”
You roll this suggestion around in your mind a bit. I had just introduced you to the sublime pleasure of an erotic, full-body, full-release, hot oil massage and it was one of the most relaxing – yet stimulating – experiences you’ve ever had. You think for a moment about how good it felt to have my two hands on you. In you. The way my fingers dug deep into your sore muscles, easing the tension in your back and legs. How after awhile, the therapeutic touch then changed to an erotic one as my fingers, slick with oil began to stroke all of your erogenous zones. It was heaven.
But two men? And four hands? Your mind starts to whir as you think of the ramifications of this offer. Four hands. Ten fingers. Two mouths. Two cocks. You get butterflies in your stomach as you consider all the different combinations – all the different sensations – you would experience.
“So how would this work?” you ask me. “I definitely don’t want it to be with a guy that I know.” I tell you that I had already reached out online and pre-vetted a few different willing participants. I had even gone so far as to meet for coffee with one guy, David, who I thought would be good fit for us. You laugh and say, “That was pretty presumptuous Daddy. How do you know that I will even say yes?” I smile and reply, “Because I know you baby. And I had a good feeling about it.”
As this is your first time being touched by two men I quickly assure you that this experience is being designed to be focused purely on you. Your body. Your pleasure. I can tell that you are both nervous and excited as you consider your reply. After a few moments, you look up at me, flashing me that delicious smile that I love so much. “O.K. Let’s go.”
We meet David out for coffee the next day so you can get comfortable him. He is also tall, with dark hair and green eyes. He’s a physical therapist so already comes with a ton of experience working the human form. He is a bit shy but easygoing. You feel immediately comfortable with him as we talk about what is to come. We give him my address and we set the date for the next night.
The night arrives and we all come together at my place. I had rented an actual massage table that I set up in my living room and covered with soft, clean sheets. You laugh upon seeing it and I hand you a glass of red wine as we lounge together and nervously talk about what is to come. You and I sit close together and I start to kiss you while David rubs your shoulders. We pull off your top and unhook your bra. You sit back on the sofa, close your eyes and lay your head back as you enjoy the feeling already of multiple hands and two sets of lips on your body. I continue to kiss you while squeezing and stroking one of your breasts and nipples. David kisses your shoulder as he squeezes and massages your other breast. Your hands reach slowly down and into each of our laps. With your fingertips you trace the outline of each of our erections through our pants.
We stand you up and take you over to the massage table. I pull down your pants and panties. You step out of them as I help you climb, naked, up on to the massage table. We have you lay on your back. Your eyes dart back and forth between the two of us standing on each side of you. I reach over and use a silk scarf to blindfold you, plunging you in to darkness. Things change dramatically now as all your senses are forced to focus on the feelings of touch and sound.
You lay still as you feel warm coconut oil start to drip on you from your neck, down your body, over your breasts and belly. Then down, over your mound and further down your legs to your feet and toes. You feel a strong pair of hands start to massage your shoulders and neck. Almost simultaneously, you feel another pair of strong hands lift and start massaging your feet. Thumbs pressing hard in to the soles. Fingers, slick with oil, slipping between your toes. You realize now that with the blindfold that you don’t know whose hands are whose. It will make for some kind of crazy guessing game.
The hands on your shoulders slide down to cup your breasts. More, warm oil drips onto your skin and his two hands rub it around and around. Your nipples stiffen under his palms. His fingers close around each of your nipples and starts to gently twist and pull. You moan in pleasure. In the meantime, the other set of hands have finished with your feet and are now sliding slowly up your calves. Taking the time to really work your muscles. Relaxing you. Draining all the tension out of you. His warm hands slide to the inside of your thighs, spreading them open while also spreading oil upwards. His fingertips stop just short of your pussy before withdrawing and sliding back down to the inside of your knees. Again and again you feel his hands slide up, only to stop agonizingly short of where you want his fingers to be.
The combination of the nipple stimulation and the stroking of your inner thighs has made your pussy ache and your clit throb. You are desperate to be touched and you start to slide your fingers toward your pussy but feel a hand gently grab your wrist and bring it back down to your side. Torture! You work to control your breathing. While you aren’t allowed to see or feel to know for sure, you imagine that your pussy must be absolutely dripping right now. Your juices pooling underneath you and onto the clean, white sheets.
The two sets of hands are working their way together to meet in the middle of your body. One set is spreading oil up and down your sides and your belly. A fingertip sensuously circles the edge of your bellybutton around and around. The other set of hands is stroking from the inside of your thighs up and over your hips – still avoiding your pussy. Finally you feel two hands slide slowly down your belly, side-by-side in the slick oil. When they reach your mound, they separate and slide down on each side of your pussy. Up and down he slides his hands, the edges rubbing against each side of your increasingly swollen and aching pussy lips, while still taking care to avoid touching your aching, desperate clit. You tremble on the table with your need. This teasing is almost unbearable.
With one set of hands still rubbing the outside of your pussy in this way, you feel two more hands enter the picture. You feel two thumbs, pressed together, slide up between your pussy lips, making a trail through the juices until they reach the hard nub of you clit. One thumb slides back and holds the hood, fully exposing your clit while the other starts to rub soft circles around it. You moan in relief. While your clit is stroked, you feel the other set of fingertips slide up and down just inside the folds of your wet pussy before two fingers plunge smoothly and deeply inside you. You lay there in the darkness, the sensations of all of these hands – all of these fingers is overwhelming. The fingers inside you curl up and expertly find your g-spot. Two fingers press firmly on that spot on the upper wall using a “come here” motion, slowly, rhythmically from back to front. The pace of his stroking matches the movement of the other set of fingers exposing and massaging your clit and pussy lips. The two simultaneous sensations is something you’ve never felt before. You feel the muscles in your belly contract and start to pull you upright on the table, but a warm, oily hand pushes you gently back down.
You are breathing heavy now. Your heart is racing. You feel an orgasm start to build within you. But unlike the clitoral orgasms you are used to, this one is welling up from your core. It is like a giant spring being wound tighter and tighter. The four hands – twenty-fucking-fingers – continue to work your pussy, g-spot and clit. You’ve never had a g-spot orgasm before and wonder if this is about to be your first. Your body contorts on the table but strong hands hold you down. You feel pressure inside you. The spring winding tighter. Fingers in you. On you. Literally pulling your orgasm out of your body.
You feel your body explode – literally – as your orgasm rips through you and out of you. The spring has sprung, unwinding violently, powerfully. Your body shakes and your pussy convulses. And while you can’t see it, you can feel the fluid of your squirt spray out as you cum. You hear the sound of the stream hit the sheets under you (and assuredly the man in front of you.)
The fingers inside you move more slowly now, caressing the inside of your pussy gently. The hand that was rubbing your clit flattens and you feel the palm pressing and slowly moving in circles, soothing your clit. A pair of hands starts to move across your body now, spreading the coconut oil up and down your body. You lay still in the darkness. Your heartbeat slowing and you start to wonder what comes next.
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