Voyage of Self Discovery Ch. 11

"That's so nice," I moaned back to Anthony as he worked his fingers across my inner thigh, mere inches from my ass.

"Very nice from where I am too," came a surprising reply.

I still didn't cotton on to the fact that he was admiring the view, whilst I was praising his massage skills. I could feel his fingers inching higher up my leg, working their way from outside thigh to inside, teasing at that sensitive area just below my snatch. It just felt so relaxing, so satisfying, so enjoyable, and I found myself spreading my legs further. Slowly he inched higher and higher, and as he did, the tingle inside intensified. I didn't mean it to happen, but my inner thighs were so sensitive, and his touch... well, he knew exactly where to press.

I held my breath. It was only a matter of time before he ran out of thigh and found himself grazing up against my now aching sex. Would I have objected? I had to admit that I was more disappointed when his touch took a detour. Instead of the expected contact with my outer labia, it was the slide of that towel further up my back which took me by surprise. Inaudible to Anthony, I sighed to myself at, yet another seemingly missed opportunity.

I felt another drizzle of oil across my buttocks. It seemed slightly colder than the earlier oil, and I found myself shivering slightly as it trickled down the valley between my ass cheeks. Before I had the chance to consider where the oil was heading, Anthony had his hands on my ass, working my cheeks firmly between fingers and palms. I moaned as he pulled my cheeks apart, inadvertently spreading my pussy lips slightly.

The more he worked my buttocks, the more I felt that trickle of oil run further between my legs, and the more I felt a dampness down below. Was it the oil, or was it pure arousal? I could sense it inside, the ache of desire in my pussy. There was no hiding what he was doing to me, nor the desires he was fuelling inside. I guessed, or maybe I hoped, it would only be a matter of time before he massaged the one place he had currently missed. As if to encourage Anthony, I found myself spreading my legs even further.

This time he didn't disappoint. Having spread my ass cheeks, I felt Anthony's fingers slide down the slippery valley. I held my breath waiting for his touch on my pussy... and, then I tensed.

Oh yes, I felt his touch. Anthony's fingers were gradually inching lower down. I could feel a long digit tracing circles across my slick skin, ever decreasing circles homing in on my rosebud. It was momentary. As I tensed, his hand withdrew. It wasn't the feel of his finger bearing down on my virgin rosebud which made me stiffen. It was just... just... I couldn't tell you what it was. The gentle stroke of his finger felt good against my skin, exciting may have been a bit too far, but definitely stimulating. The problem was... well... the problem was that I didn't know what to expect and didn't want to spoil this moment finding out.

"Roll over," Anthony whispered. "Time for your front."

Slowly, careful not to get too close to the edge of the table, I rolled over. As I turned my body, my mind turned over what had just happened. It was like that first time up on the top deck when Paul placed his fingers across my sex. That time I froze, but that time he continued regardless. It had been the start to a most wonderful journey. What if I had let Anthony continue? What if I hadn't tensed, and instead had allowed him to take my ass? Maybe it was a missed opportunity, but there was no going back now.

I was still mulling over the same as I felt that trickle of warm oils across my front, starting across my stomach then working its way upwards. I jumped slightly as the oil hit my tender nipples before dribbling over the sides of my ample breasts. From my shaven mound, up across my stomach, Anthony worked every inch of my skin. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed his every touch. The massage was so sensual, so relaxing, so... yes, I had to admit it, the more he worked my slick skin, the more I relaxed, and the more I relaxed, the more I felt my desires build once more.

"Mmmm, that's so nice," I moaned as his attention moved to my ample breasts.

"Very nice indeed," Anthony responded.

I opened my eyes, to see Anthony smiling as he kneaded away at my soft mounds. His gaze, initially fixed on my large breasts, met mine.

"Close your eyes," he whispered. "Relax, and let your senses take over."

I didn't need to be asked twice. Watching Anthony massage away at my soft skin felt good but, with my eyes closed, the sensation of his manly hands sliding over my oiled breasts reached a new height. His touch was firm, but the slickness gave a certain tenderness to the caress. He had both hands working in unison, softly compressing my mounds as his fingers moved against my tender skin.

I could feel the effect, not just in the increased sensitivity of my nipples, but also in my now quickened breathing and a definite tingle in my loins. I gasped as Anthony's attention moved directly to my nipples, his fingers rubbing against my now hard nubs. Every movement, each gentle stroke, each playful squeeze, felt exhilarating. My nipples felt so hard and sensitive. He rolled the nubs between his fingers before pulling gently at the tender flesh. I simply moaned out loud, every touch sending sparks of electricity through my body, every spark looking to ignite my deepest fires.

Looking to ignite my deepest fires? Oh no, they had done much more than that. What started as a tingle, a gentle need for release, had soon become a nagging ache. I so wanted to run my hand down between my legs and take good care of that nagging ache. I needn't have worried though, as Anthony had the same idea. Slowly, he ran one hand down across my stomach, inching closer and closer to my aching sex.

I held my breath as his fingers traced lines over my shaven mound. It wasn't so much that I wanted it--though I did have a secret desire for Anthony ever since he had greeted me nude in the changing rooms--but more that I needed it. Either he took care of my aching desire, or I would do it myself. Inside I did hope it would be the former. Without thinking, I eased my legs apart, giving him a full view of my sweet sex. Was it my way of inviting him in? Did he need an invite anyway, and was I going to refuse him entry even if he did come knocking?

"Huhhhh," I gasped, as his finger nudged against my apex.

A combination of my own wetness, and the remains of that massage oil, seemed to up the intensity as he slid his fingers deeper down across my sensitive folds. I gasped once more as Anthony applied the slightest pressure, drawing tiny circles across my outer labia, right over my hidden clit. I spread my legs a little wider still, subliminally encouraging him to delve deeper. I so needed to feel his fingers against my clit, to feel those shockwaves as he rubbed hard against my sensitive nub. In my mind, I hoped he would not stop there and that I would feel his touch rimming my moist hole, his fingers bearing down on my sodden sex.

Much to my disappointment, Anthony resisted the urge to plunge his fingers into my waiting sex. He must have been able to sense my wetness, the heat inside, and my desire to be taken. I was moaning to his every touch, urging him to take me there and then. My heart wanted release, quick satisfaction from the fires consuming me, but none was coming. Slowly, Anthony continued to work my outer labia, his fingertips still drawing increasingly firmer circles across my engorged lips, gently easing them apart. With my eyes closed, I could not see the look of satisfaction in his face as he watched me squirm on the table.

I whimpered as I felt his fingers dip inside for the first time, the tips now drawing the same circles across my inner sex. I'd quiver as he caught my clit, focussing there for a second before delving ever so slightly deeper. I swear I could feel my juices seeping down between my legs as he continued his slow torment of my tender snatch.

I pulled my legs further apart, bending my legs at the knees and keeping my feet on the table for support. I had given Anthony a full view of my pussy, a clear statement of come and get it, but still, he didn't deviate from the teasing caress. I could feel his fingers getting closer to where I wanted them, the circles increasing in diameter, now alternating from a flick of my clit to a rim of my opening. It was inside that I so needed to feel them, filling my aching pussy, pushing between my tight walls, rubbing at that most sensitive patch of skin on the front of my walls. A couple would do it, two hard digits pushing deep into me, fingertips curling over my fabled g-spot as he worked me into a sexual fervour.

Anthony never deviated from his torment. He simply continued to work his fingers over my aching sex, picking up speed as he rubbed across my slick pussy. I gasped when, finally, I felt him dip inside. It was just one finger, but the feeling as it pushed beyond my opening was wonderful. By now he was working quickly, alternating between my clit and pussy, driving me further and further towards the edge. From his vantage point above my pussy, he couldn't get much depth--his finger only entered my tight pussy by a knuckle or so--but, boy, did he get some speed. His fingertip dipped quickly in and out of my opening and I found myself involuntarily clamping down against him.

The combination of one hand working my breasts and the other between my legs was taking me to a place I could only have imagined. I was squirming against his fingers, my moans now filling the room as I felt the warmth intensify down below. His fingers were wonderful, but I so needed something larger, something longer, something I knew was hidden in plain sight. I opened my eyes and reached out with my hand, inching closer and closer to Anthony's baggy massage pants.

Concentration was difficult. My mind was now engulfed with the need to cum as I started to climb my wall. I was bucking my hips against his hand, forcing my sex up against his fingers to get as much purchase as I could against his tormenting hand. The room was filled with a carnal symphony, my moans accompanied by the squelch fingers running through pussy juices.

With baggy trousers I didn't sense the scale of his erection until my hand rested on his crotch. I'd seen him naked before, that day when he walked out of the shower, but that time he was limp. This time, and not surprisingly given the enthusiastic way he was working me into a sexual fervour, he already sported an enviable semi-erection. My gaze went up to his face. As he beamed back at me, he continued to work his fingers across over my sex, half rubbing, half slapping my sodden lips.

I was getting so close to the edge, and I think he knew it. There was no respite from his torment, his one hand was a blur across my cunt whilst the other kneaded passionately at my breasts. It was now a race against time, my mind intent on cumming on his huge cock, but my body already giving in to his masterful massage.

I reached up to the waistband of his massage pants and grabbed at the cord which held them tight. I tugged at the end, feeling it slowly pull towards me as the bow started to ease open. Already my moans were becoming broken, as I panted for breath. It had been non-stop, his fingers calling the tune, my bucking hips ensuring he hit all the right notes. Finally, the bow popped open, and I tugged at the front of his trousers, easing them down. I gasped when, instead of the expected underwear, it was his huge cock which fell out in front of me.

I stared at his black flagpole, his huge shaft pointing forward from a forest of hair, his circumcised head mere inches from my hand. It was a day of firsts; my first massage, my first black cock and the first circumcised one to boot. I barely had time to wonder what it would feel like, to have your sensitive head always exposed, when I felt the first tremor of orgasm bubble to the surface. I held my breath, fighting back the inevitable. If I was going to win this race, to have him cum inside me as I reached my own climax, I was going to have to be quick.

I placed my hand around his manhood, admiring his length and girth as I started to stroke him in my hand. Even half erect, he was so big. I could feel the blood flooding his shaft as I worked him in my hand, his shaft swelling against my touch. Big was an understatement. I thought Paul had a large one when he ravaged me against that window, but Anthony was something else.

I was more than wet down below--my seeping juices were now soaking the cover on the massage table--but, even so, I knew I would struggle to take him. There was only one thing for it. I slid my body towards the edge of the table and at the same time used his now hard cock to guide him towards the head of the table. The way I pouted at him, my lips forming a most suggestive opening as I blew him a kiss, gave Anthony a clear message.

As Anthony moved towards my face, his hand pulled back a little from my pussy. Without thinking, I found myself spreading my knees wider as I tried to lift my hips and clit closer to his hand. If he wanted foreplay, slow sensual teasing to get him all hot and bothered, he had another thing coming. I was the one all hot, and the only thing I could be bothered about was feeling his cock sink deep into my aching sex. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his head, licking at his exposed skin with my hidden tongue before pulling him in towards me.

In that moment, with his cock slowly disappearing into my mouth, I broke Anthony out of his incessant torment of my sodden sex. Seemingly preoccupied with my blowjob, the rubbing across my pussy came to a halt, and I inched back away from the edge. It was the opportunity I needed, and I was going to put it to good use. With his cock in my mouth, I stared up at Anthony, giving him my most mischievous look, telling him without words just what I was about to do. Shallowly at first, I bobbed my head to and fro against his cock, taking his helmet inside before pulling back off again, my lips forming a close seal against his sensitive skin.

I picked up depth at first, then speed. I had one thing on my mind, which was to get him as close as I could, as quickly as I could. I was now bobbing quickly against his cock, or at least against the last few inches of his huge length. My hand encircled the rest of his shaft, a fast stroke working rhythmically alongside my blowjob.

It had only been a minute, just enough time for my raging fires to have subdued to smouldering embers, but now I felt him. As I sucked his cock, Anthony once more worked his hand across my sex. He was harder and faster than ever, alternating his quick rub with a more physical slap on my clit, before dipping two fingers into my pussy. He was a man possessed. As I worked his cock in my mouth, he was simply ravaging my sodden sex with his hand. If I had sunk back from the edge, I was soon climbing back there once more.

"Mmmm," I moaned, each time I felt his fingers open me up.

With his cock filling my mouth, the carnal symphony was more muffled chorus. I would moan onto his manhood, then grab a ragged breath as I pulled off him, before sinking back down again. Still though he worked me quicker and quicker, his fingers pushing deeper inside, his palm now taking over the torment to my clit. I could feel the ripples shoot out from below, and still he continued to work me. Higher and higher I climbed, quicker and quicker I worked my mouth on his cock, as did his fingers in my cunt.

It was too much. Already I was starting to ride the wave, my body consumed with impending climax. I pulled back from his cock, watching my saliva drip off the end of his now iron rod. There was nothing I could do but writhe on the table, my resolve spent as the first wave of orgasm flooded my body. I was all his. If he wanted to sink his mast into my waiting pussy, I could do nothing to resist. Still though it was just his hands, the one between my legs joined by a most passionate kneading of my breasts.

Then it happened. I stiffened, every muscle in my body going tight as the big one hit. A choked scream filled the room as I came. It was like a wall, a tsunami of euphoria slamming into me from all sides. I arched my back, holding my breath as I rode over the top of my wave. It seemed to last forever, continuing even after Anthony had released his grip from my pussy. Eyes closed, gasping for breath, I lay there motionless as I came down the other side.

I never noticed when Anthony stripped off, nor when he walked around to the foot of the table. The first thing I did recollect was a feeling of movement, by my feet, as I lay there recovering. I was still panting when I opened my eyes. Imagine my surprise to see the naked hunk that was Anthony, kneeling at the end of the table between my still splayed legs. The cheeky smile on his face, and the way he winked, told me we hadn't finished yet.

I watched as Anthony shuffled forward, moving closer and closer to my exposed sex. Instinctively, I found myself lifting my knees and splaying my legs as far as I could. My heart pounded as I thought of his huge cock about to plunge deep into my waiting pussy. As he closed in on my sex, Anthony spread his own knees. I could feel his inner thighs press firmly up against my ass cheeks, followed by...

I gasped as the head of his cock grazed against my still sensitive sex. My heart was pounding faster than ever, fuelled on by carnal desire. With nothing more than a rocking of his hips, Anthony drew his cock over my silky folds, tracing his head along my snatch. Every move of his rock-hard cock had me purring with excitement. Oh, how I wanted to reach down and line him up, to have his next rocking motion plunge his flagpole deep into my waiting hole.

Maybe Anthony could read my mind, or maybe he was equally desperate to feel the warmth of my tight pussy engulfing his steely shaft. Slowly, gently, he placed his fingers on my pussy, easing my lips apart, exposing the very hole he aimed to fill. I jerked slightly as I felt his head touch up against my inner sex, sending a pulse of excitement through my body.

When he leant in slightly, his head nestled up against my opening, and I gasped out loud. I felt him press a little firmer, my opening pulling tight around his smooth helmet as it widened out. He felt so large. Once more he leant forward, the pressure increasing on my pussy opening as I took more of his huge head into me. He hadn't even entered me, and already I wondered if he was too large for my tight pussy to take. My gasps were replaced by the pounding of my heart as I held my breath, expecting to be torn apart as he plunged deep inside.

For what seemed an eternity, nothing happened. I lay there, waiting, but Anthony simply knelt in front of me. His cock, nestled tightly into my opening, had my pulse racing hard in anticipation. Was he waiting for me? Waiting for me to push myself forward onto his sacrificial sword? I tried to pull myself onto him, but with the clamp of his thighs against my ass it was only sufficient to wedge him tighter into my opening. I bit down on my lip, wondering how much wider he would get.

The stretch was intense, and he had barely entered me. I wanted to go slowly, to take him inch by inch into my tight pussy, to feel my walls tightly engulf his shaft. I was though, at the mercy of Anthony. He placed his hands on my hips, a firm grip on each side of my body. All I could do was stare, my eyes flitting between his muscular torso and his huge cock. I was barely breathing as I waited for him... for him...

"Mmmphh," I gasped.

It was a combination of events which had me calling out. As I lay there staring at him, Anthony had rocked forward on his hips and, at the same time, tugged hard against mine, pulling my hips forward and my sex up against his manhood. The gasp told that he had pushed beyond my opening, his huge girth filling my pussy more than ever before. It was difficult to say whether he had plunged into my waiting sex or whether I had been pulled onto his rampant cock. I guess it was a combination of both, but before long he was all the way inside. All the way? From a different vantage point, I might have noticed another inch or so, but from down here it felt like I was fully stuffed. I was so relieved that I hadn't been metaphorically split apart by his monstrous manhood.