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"Lie down!" she commanded.

"Why?" he asked, feeling stupid and achingly aware of his near nudity with only a towel around his waist. For the first time, he became aware of all the hot steam swirling around and how much he was sweating. A softly alluring film of perspiration was forming on Valerie's sensuous face.

"I'm going to give you a massage, honey, on the house." She rubbed her palms together professionally.

"How come?" he asked, even though he found himself obeying her and lying down on the bench on his stomach. His heart was pounding and he was trying to be calm and realize the full extent of what he was getting into. Here he was with Valerie MacMillan a few hours after he had seen her being wildly fucked by two men!

"Well, because I feel like it, that's how come. I gotta do an old goat. No reason why I can't do a hot young one like you. How old are you, Mr. Moretti?"

"Twenty six."

"Ha!" She slapped him on his shoulder and absently rubbed the tense muscle. "I'm six years older than you. I know better than you!"

She stepped back from the table and removed her pink terry cloth robe with a flourish, hanging it on a peg on the wall. John caught his breath and felt his restlessly stirring cock jerk to a hardness under him as he saw she was wearing nothing but a bikini, the kind she paraded around the apartment complex, driving all the male guests out of their minds. This one was a bright orange color and the halter was low-cut and showed her bouncy cleavage completely. In fact, the brassiere was a flimsy thing and certainly should never be used in the water. They barely held Valerie's big bursting breasts. John had seen her once after a dip in the pool, and her berry-like nipples had pressed right through the flimsy material, giving her a licentious quality.

The panties were little more than an enlarged G-string, just barely cupping and covering her blonde pubic hair. Certainly her firmly curved thighs and loins appeared naked. When she turned to put the robe on the peg, John caught a flashy, fleshy sight of her smooth white buttocks where the material of her tight bikini panties bit deep into the crevice which separated her rounded asscheeks. He watched, becoming now heatedly aroused as her buttocks dimpled and undulated as she shifted weight and then turned to him.

"Now," she said huskily, "almost ready to go to work?"

"I've never had a woman give me a massage before."

Valerie was pouring clear oil on her palms and rubbing her hands together.

"Well, it's been awhile since I've given a real man, other than Pete, a massage, too."

"You do give men massages?" he asked, forgetting about Mr. Denver, and feeling .smutty, his massively thickened cock swollen against mat and bench. Maybe if I get her talking, he thought, one thing will lead to another.

"Sure," she laughed with that throaty quality and slapped him on the shoulder. "Gotcha!"

"Huh?"

Valerie bent over him, digging her oiled fingers into his neck muscles and dorsal muscles. "Whew! Relax! You're tighter than a witch's twat. Relax!"

John laughed, embarrassed. "Well... it's just that... well, I've never had a woman massage me before."

"First time for everything." He felt her firm hands kneading the muscles a little further down his back. "How's your wife enjoying living here?" Valerie asked, really digging into his back but carefully watching his face for an answer.

"Oh ... great."

His slight pause before answering told Valerie a lot. She smiled indulgently and leaned some weight on her hands as she dug in and began to loosen him up. His tense body and hesitant reply was indication of trouble between them.

"What's she doing now?"

"She's shopping. She likes to shop."

"Uh huh. How long have you been married?"

"Oh," Again he hesitated. "Little over three months."

Valerie smiled and really rubbed up and down his spine, feeling his spinal cord under the skin as she went along.

"Hell," Valerie said, "I should think you two would be spending all your time at home giving each other a massage." She laughed.

John didn't answer. He hated to admit that he had never given or been given a massage. Grace didn't like being touched.

"Relax," Valerie said, changing the conversation. "Say, you've got some build. You ever play sports?"

"Some A little football," he said, being modest.

"Then you've had massages before."

"Yeah, but always with men."

Valerie gave her throaty laugh again. "Well, this is exactly the same only better. Relax! You're like a coiled spring. I'm not going to hurt you!"

He had to laugh at her good-natured way. She must be quite a woman, he thought, smiling to himself. He forced himself to relax his big frame and let Valerie dig in. She was kneading and massaging the muscles on up and down his back with sure, strong fingers. She wormed her way up and down his spine. Always, she worked her fingers lower and lower down his back. He felt her probing fingers slip a little under the towel, moving it down a bit. He could see her sleekly curving hips and the hot dog bun-shape of her vagina under the swim suit right in front of his face. Her thighs were shiny with sweat, and he watched her perspiration soaking in the orange bikini panties, turning the material transparent! In a little while, the material would be sticking wetly to her ripely seductive body, revealing each little curve and bulge.

Now the steam room was silent, and Valerie's face grew serious as she worked over John's muscular back, working her way lower and lower, gradually pushing the towel lower and lower on his tightly clenched buttocks. With a low laugh, she tugged at the towel, pulling it free from his loins.

"I can't give you a decent massage with that damn thing on. None of the women ever wear anything."

John couldn't say a word, only lie face down on the bench and grit his teeth against the iron-hardness growing in his painfully throbbing cock as he felt Valerie's strong hands kneading down his back again. This time they went lower... and lower until her fingers were digging deep into his naked buttocks. She cupped a cheek in each hand and rubbed and massaged, hissing at him, "Relax, goddamnit! You're not in a football game now."

It was like a lewd command. With all his will, he forced himself to relax and let Valerie do what she wanted ... whatever she wanted....

He felt her fingers sliding down into the tightly held fleshy crevice between his buttocks. Her fingers touched his asshole, sending sensual shivers throughout his body. Her fingers pried his cheeks apart so he felt a rush of steam on his asshole that was now so elastically puckered. Then, with a suddenness impossible to predict, before he could move a muscle, Valerie MacMillan lowered her long blonde hair and ran her tongue wetly over the entire length of his crevice, the ruby hot tip of her tongue flicking over his asshole!

He leaped and tensed again, his mind exploding like an electric light going out. He couldn't believe such a brazenly obscene act. It was lewd and lusty and an open invitation to fuck and nothing else. He lay still, his eyes closed, waiting. His mouth fell open slackly and a low moan of wonder and lewdness came out of him as he felt her hot wet tongue slowly traveling down his spinal column.

It burrowed its way, licking and twirling around, between his tightly clenched buttocks. Valerie was using all her strength to keep the cheeks parted. And all her wiles. Her flaming hot tongue wormed its way down to where it lashed back and forth over his desire-tightened asshole. It was an unendurable pleasure that made him moan aloud and caused his balls to churn with unspilled cum. It mounted to such a peak of intensity, that he thought he couldn't stand it another second.

And then it stopped!

Valerie pulled her mouth and tongue away and massaged his thighs and legs, finally giving them a fond slap and saying, "Turn over."

The words were said quietly, almost casually, as if he were just another customer. His mind was fighting a losing battle with the tremendous burgeoning need in his groin. He kept wondering, Jesus! What if someone should come in?

Valerie answered that question by going to the door and sliding the bolt shut before turning and saying, "Well? Turn over, I said!"

Mentally, John said, okay, baby, you asked for it, and rolled over on his back, his arm over his eyes, his wildly throbbing erection looking like some one-eyed prehistoric monster lifting its long neck up through the swirling steam.

Valerie came back to the bench and stood there with her hands on her hips, looking down at his visibly pulsating cock. "My, you are tense!"

His lust-thickened penis jerked of its own accord, hot with lewd desire. He looked up at Valerie, her body glistening with sweat and one of her brassiere straps had slipped down over the shoulder, permitting one lushly ripened breast to hang practically free. He could just see the beginning of her pink nipple. Her blonde hair was wild and disarrayed and wet with a film from the steam. She leaned over him grinning, her cleavage deepening and bunching together as her hands began to massage his big chest.

"Relax," she said hoarsely as the steam swirled around them. "Just close your eyes and relax."

John closed his eyes and let his body relax, let her hands roam where they may. She was trained at her job and her fingers felt their way over all of his body, kneading the flesh in a sensuous way, massaging, exciting, arousing. She even pinched the nipples on his chest and put her hot wet mouth to them and let her wet tongue twirl slowly around.

She massaged his stomach muscles, making him breathe deeply, working with both fingers and her mouth. Her pink mouth with the velvety hot tongue, was all over his stomach, probing into his belly button and swirling close to his frantically pulsating cock.

John suddenly understood that the whole massage was directed right at his groin. There was where it would all culminate. Always, her fingers kneaded the flesh toward the groin, always, inexorably, her wetly sucking mouth moved toward his massively thickened penis. He lay as still as he could, trying hard not to tremble and not doing a very good job of it, as he felt her hands and wetly heated mouth moving down his stomach.

Again, with a suddenness impossible to predict or react to with reason, Valerie swooped her head down and took the thick mushroom head of his cock in her soft warm mouth! He felt her wetly parted lips slowly tightening around his violently pulsing penis and moaned aloud, opening his eyes and craning his head to watch the wild blonde-haired woman eagerly sucking his long thick cock. The other shoulder strap to her halter had slipped off her sweaty shoulder and both of her proudly full breasts were hanging deliciously out, their nipples pointed and hard.

He saw her wild sexy profile and her warm buttery mouth open wide and those velvety soft lips wrapped lovingly around the lust-swollen head of his cock. It was a deliciously obscene thing to see and feel as she sucked lightly and enticingly on his hard pulsating shaft. He jerked and jumped when the tip of her wetly licking tongue flicked over the tiny opening at the end of his cock, His eyes darted down and saw that her bikini panties were soaked clean through with sweat and clinging to her body like glue. He could see her moistly swollen vaginal lips and the place where they softly parted.

He moaned aloud as Valerie took one hand and put the fingers and thumb around the thick shaft of his cock, near the base. Slowly, she began stroking back and forth. At the same time, she began sucking harder with her warm soft mouth and her head started to bob up and down. She took as much of his hotly throbbing cock as she could in to her eagerly sucking mouth and then gradually withdrew until only her tightly ovalled lips were sucking on his pulsating head.

He shuddered all over as he felt his cum churning like a cyclone in his sperm-bloated balls. It had been so long since he had shot his cum! Now it would be only seconds before his wildly jerking penis began spewing its white hot load down her throat.

Covered with sweat, her lushly naked breasts dancing and quivering free, Valerie began hungrily sucking and stroking in long strokes, establishing a. rhythm he felt forced to join. Eagerly, his hips began to pump wantonly up and down in an effort to drive his long thick hardness further and deeper into her throat.

Propping himself up on his elbows, John Moretti looked down through lust-dazed eyes and saw Valerie sucking hard on his wetly glistening cock, her head bobbing up and down, her nakedly dancing breasts scraping wetly and softly across his thigh and hip. He saw his own abandoned lewd pumping, and he groaned with delight as he felt the delicious pleasure bolting through his body like a hot electric current.

Then Valerie was reaching down between his tightly tensed thighs with her free hand, her hand probing, her lingers pushing. They cleaved their way right to his buttocks and he felt one of her fingers probing brazenly at his tightly puckered asshole and he let out another wild moan as he began to fuck harder into the warm softness of her mouth. His arms shot out and he seized her head that was cushioned by her thick mane of blonde hair. His fingers tangling cruelly as he seized and held her head in position. Then he began.ramming with all his previously contained football strength, fucking Pete MacMillan's wife in the mouth with all the rage and frustration and lust that had been bottled and choked up in him for three long months!

Valerie took his brutal thrusts deep into her mouth to the point where she almost gagged. Yet, she kept sucking greedily, relentlessly driving him toward his orgasm. Her fingers and thumb kept stroking his thickly hardened cock while she sucked so hard on the out-stroke that her cheeks hollowed. Her head was no longer bobbing up and down but held in place in John's iron grip as he fucked into her tightly ovaled lips with all his might, incoherent mumblings of lust spilling from his mouth as he chanted every obscenity he could think of.

He could feel the outstretched middle finger of her other hand trying to wiggle its way up his tightly puckering asshole.

His head thrashed from side to side as he fucked away with a suicidal recklessness until he felt his hotly impatient cum rushing through him like white hot steel pouring from a blast furnace.

"Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"

John shoved his whole hair-covered groin up into her face, burying his wildly spewing cock deep in her voraciously sucking mouth while he held her head still. Valerie noisily gulped down the spurting white hot sperm and then eagerly sucked for more ... and more ... and more!!!

His moans and involuntary jerkings gradually subsided and, for the first time in months, his satiated cock gradually went soft with a feeling of satisfaction. He lay with his eyes closed, feeling completely at ease. He looked" up to see Valerie MacMillan straightening up, some thin strands of his cum on her full sensuous lips. Her half-naked body glistened with sweat from her efforts, and the billowing steam heat of the room. Her proudly upraised breasts stood out brazen and voluptuous as she snatched up her brassiere and began stuffing the softly rounded globes of flesh back inside the garment.

She frowned as she looked at the clock that hung on the wall.

"Hell! That old bat will be here any moment! He's never late!" She slapped his naked stomach. "Up, lover boy. You've got to get out of here, and I've got to change into something more decent. Come on, get!"