[F]reaking awesome back [m]assage gets… well, freaky | 2016

See preamble in my previous post for background information.

This story happened a while back so my memory is hazy at best - except for a few points which I can remember with such crystal clarity that I will not ever forget because they were SO.FUCKING.HOT. Ffffuuu...

(Starlord, if I am wrong on any points, please show me how you did it again. ;D)

[preamble]

A few months ago, I spent a long weekend in Prague with aforementioned Starlord, whom I will herein refer to as handsome Hans, the adorable pervy German.

We rented a cozy apartment on the west bank of the Vtlava and spent mornings and nights fucking all over it... on the chaise lounge, on the dressers, on the inflatable exercise ball, in front of the 8ft mirror… and yes, up against the giant stuffed teddy bear in a most inappropriate threesome. (I'm sorry, Teddy, but you were so cute and cuddly and the way your soft fur felt against my skin drove me crazyyyy.)

In the afternoons and evenings, we explored the grand city - the castle, cathedrals, rolling hillsides, curiosity shops, art galleries, and installations of colourful lights. After a few days of hard fucking coupled with endless meandering through museums, markets and mazes of cobblestone walks, my body was pretty wrecked and in need of rest -- so darling Hans offered to ease my discomfort with a gentle back massage.

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Both still naked and spent from our pre- and post- breakfast romps, he began by laying me down on the soft bed amid fluffy sheets adorned with roses, and traced his fingers along the back of my neck, moving my long blonde hair aside. He pressed his warm palms against the base of my neck, rotating them in slow circles, up to the base of my skull and back down to the tops of my shoulders. I breathed deeply, gathered the pillow in my arms, and relaxed into the soft comforter as his strong hands worked my tight muscles, gradually loosening them and filling me with a warming calm. (I want to be filled in more ways than this one, but we just finished and I don't want to pressure him with my insatiable appetite for orgasm.) But the mere touch of his fingers set my skin tingling, and I found myself unconsciously, imperceptibly arching toward him as his strong hands made their way along my shoulderblades and down my back.

When his hands reached my sides, I inadvertently shuddered and let out a small sigh. Knowing he had found one of my most sensitive spots, he laid himself down on me, immobilizing me. Hans continued to lightly stroke my sides until I was frenzied, gasping into the pillow as a surge of heat mounted between my legs. (My sides are extremely sensitive. Just thinking about being touched there sends shivers through me even now.) I involuntarily started rocking my hips, forward into the comforter and back into him. His firm hands continued to knead my skin, fingers working along my spine as his naked chest brushed against my ass and thighs. I sighed into the pillow and pressed myself into him, wanting our skin to connect in as many places as possible, to feel as warm and encompassed from above as I did nestled amid the sheets below.

He slid further down along my body, stretching out over my legs, and began to lightly kiss the small of my back as his hands worked my aching muscles. Each time his mouth grazed me, I ached even more. Now that he had arrived at the base of my spine, I expected the massage to end at any moment… but it appeared he had noticed my unconscious movement and his hands continued down onto my ass… rubbing, kneading, and eventually spreading me and exploring with his tongue. I made a sound between a gasp and a moan, and reached down to touch myself as he gently worshipped my ass with his hands and mouth. We lay like this for a while -- him, face in my behind, warm wet tongue sliding between my ass and pussy -- and me, palm pressed against my pelvis, fingers circling my clit -- both of us, gently and slowly rocking our hips into the bed until he was ready for round 3 (or maybe it was 4?) that morning.

Wordlessly, Hans drew himself up, placed his throbbing tip against my ass, and carefully began pressing it in, stretching me in the most pleasurably painful way possible. Occasionally I would gasp, and he would pause to let me adjust before continuing to slowly, deliberately introduce the full length of his swollen hard cock into me. Once he was fully immersed in my twitching tight ass, he began to gently rock his hips, every minute movement sending surges of warm electricity up and down my spine. I collapsed into the pillows, one hand lazily tracing around my clit but otherwise every part of my body deeply relaxed and focused on the elating sensation of him sliding in and out, warm skin pressed against mine. His slow, firm strokes reverberated through my body and my hands were soon covered in wetness. His hand joined mine and together we slid our fingers back and forth over my soaked pussy until I felt the energy mounting. I buried my face in the pillow and breathed his name as I came, arching my back into him, reaching back blindly to grab at his hair and hold onto him as the orgasm rolled over me in waves.

At this point, I liquified into the bed and the rest is sort of a blur. I remember Hans got up to rinse (safety, people!) and in a moment he was back, hands on my hips, gently rolling me onto my back and spreading my thighs. He kneeled down to probe my pussy with his fingers and tongue, tasting the wetness I had made for him. His hands grasped my hips as his warm lips enveloped my clit, sucking softly and sending me to oblivion. Deliriously, I stroked his hair, until he sat up, bent my knees back into my chest, and leaned forward to bring his face close to mine. We stared at one another intently and I reached out to grab ahold of his hair and caress his face as he slid his still-solid cock between my wet, quivering thighs.

He began pumping, slowly and steadily at first… then -- without warning -- picked me up, swung me around and propped me against our sweet cuddly friend Mr. Teddy, who wrapped me up in a soft, warm embrace as Hans buried himself inside me again and again, faster every time. As we rolled around making out, Mr. Teddy fell over onto us and I found myself immersed in the sensory overload of warm sheets, soft bear arms, Hans' beautiful mouth and athletic body and rock hard cock -- everything surrounding me all at once. For a while, I lost my mind. In this space of time, he must have read mine. I can't remember saying anything, but I know I wanted to feel everything, everywhere, all at the same time -- to be filled and touched and tongued and tasted, stretched and torn and caressed and divine.

I don't know how it happened exactly, but the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back and he was lying on his side… my leg was on his shoulder, his cock was in my ass again and he had three fingers deep inside. He began to work up a rhythm between his fist and dick, which quickly had me teetering on the brink of another orgasm, and held me there, watching my reaction. I reached for his other hand, bringing his fingers to my lips to lightly kiss and lick them before guiding them into my mouth. The feeling of fullness, closeness, care is one I cannot describe... but still I begged for more (more, always more) and he slipped a fourth finger in, which left me clutching at the back of his neck and holding on for dear life, a slave to the overwhelming sensation of complete penetration. With every shuddering stroke I could feel his imminent orgasm, sending me into exponential, out-of-body bliss. I gazed at him, incredulous at how this sensuous back massage had evolved... how it was even possible to be stuffed and fucked so intimately. It was then that he guided my foot toward his mouth and began to suck on my toes while looking back into my eyes. The additional layer of sensation, connection was more than I could bear -- I gripped his skin and clawed at him as I came on his dick across all dimensions. He peaked at the same time, and we rode wave after wave of pleasure as my pussy convulsed and he emptied himself inside.

I thanked him for the best back massage ever, and fell asleep until the evening when we woke up to do it a few more times.