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Good Touches

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Good Touches by dream_painter@altavista.com (dream_painter@altavista.com)It all started innocently enough. It was just another day in a long line of boring days pushing and pulling fatties for a living. I was the head masseuse at the Pine Forrest Spa and Retreat. As such I had three other massage therapists working for me, though I rarely saw them. We kept our own appointments out of the master ledger in the reception office and would pass each other in the hall. Other than that we kept to our own. If there were customer complaints, I handled them as expeditiously as possible. The complaints were rare. The money was pretty good if you counted the unreported tips. I don't know how the girls did but I usually averaged tripling my salary with tips. A large portion of my clientele were men with the occasional middle aged woman and on rare occasions a real, honest to God, for real woman complete with an attractive figure. I am like any other average male in the business. I am strictly professional and strive to maintain the decorum that is required for laying hands on naked people. I work assiduously to provide privacy and uncover only the parts of the body that I am working on. However I still appreciate the female form and to say that I am not attracted to a naked attractive lady is ludicrous. I turn down all offers though. It's not worth loosing my license to practice massage therapy for a quick roll in the hay. I had just finished a grueling hour-long session with Ms. Fanny May Finch and was dog-tired. Ms. Finch was a 53 -year-old regular customer. After many week-long sessions at the spa and hours under my careful care, the five-foot tall woman had managed to drop her weight to 227 pounds. Her mother must have had a gift of prophecy when she named her Fanny. Moving that mass of butt around for an hour at the end of the day was close to torture. I was walking down the hall toward my office when I heard the voices of my employees chattering in their office. I stuck my head in as Allison was slipping off her shirt. She stood there in her bra unashamedly. A group of people that makes a living working with naked people are certainly a bit casual about nearly everything physical. In our case, even though we didn't see too much of each other, we were casual to the point of not giving a damn when we were alone. The girls were ending their day as well. They sat in varying degrees of semi-undress, sipping soft drinks, all evidently in relaxation mode. "How'd it go today ladies?" I asked. Marsha looked up from taking off her shoes, "I got a hundred dollar tip from old Mr. Hummel this morning. That made my day pretty good thanks." We all grinned with her. There are very few things that get our blood going better than a big tipper. We are sort of condescending toward our clients when we're in private. Cynicism is rampant when you scrounge for a living among lard-assed moneybags. Most of the time the clients are snobby, arrogant, or in Mr. Hummel's case both. We considered it a minor victory when we were able to take a bunch of money for something they had already paid a ton for. An hour-long massage at Pine Forrest was usually around a $155.00. Of that we got half. Marsha had hit a home run starting her day off with a $177.50 per hour start. She was the athlete of the three girls. She had muscular shoulders tapering to a very small waist, which barely flared into narrow hips. Muscular legs and a tight high bottom, coupled with grapefruit sized breasts made her a very popular stop for our male clients. They didn't get anything extra with a massage, but I guess hopes must of run high because she led the pack in tips. Her short, boyish haircut, pixie face and youthful looks didn't hurt her either. Allison, a small framed, almost delicate looking blonde, laughed. "I had three hours this morning that didn't tip but ten bucks. Everyone else was about average." Average tips were usually around twenty or twenty five bucks for an hour-long massage. Allison usually had no trouble keeping her average up because she was the most skilled of the three. Her looks were attractive but in a little sister way. In contrast to Marsha she looked more like a dancer than a jock. A fairly straight figure, long blonde hair, average bust, and extremely long fingers were her attributes. She had a gift for finding spots that needed serious work during a massage. All of her clients raved over her abilities. Little Marie was the other member of the trio. At 21 she was the youngest of the group and looked it. There was a running joke about her having to show ID to go to a pay toilet. She was the newest of the group, having recently graduated from one of the leading massage schools. She could have easily passed for 14 or 15-years-old. At five feet even and weighing 90 pounds, she was a massaging machine. She currently had more appointments booked than she could do. Somehow or another she managed to get it all done in a grueling 12 hour day. Evidently the guys liked her because she had many repeat customers. We all figured that her looking so young helped in attracting customers. Even though she was the consummate professional and never did anything improper, the randy old coots that frequent spas, liked to have 'that little girl' work on their wrinkled asses. Go figure. She had virtually no breasts. They were about the size of small lemon halves and stood high up on her chest with prominent nipples that refused to hide except under the loosest of sweaters. She too had a tight, highly placed butt that looked extremely attractive, especially in tight jeans. She made my juices run and I was too old and too burned out to care about much of anything. She was now standing in the middle of the locker room/office wearing nothing but a sport bra and a pair of high cut French bikini panties. She had a towel around her neck, evidently preparing to hit the showers. "I did OK today but I'm dog tired," she said. "I did 7 guys and 3 women with out much of a break. My hands are in constant spasm." I pushed on into the room and reached my hand out to her. "Let me see." She placed her tiny hand in my massive paws and looked at me expectantly. I turned her hand over and began working the muscles around the ulna nerve. A few brief manipulations and a couple of releases and I could feel the muscles in her lower arms and hands relax. "How's that?" "Oh, lord Josh," she exclaimed, "That is incredible. Show me how you did it." It was my role in the group to act as confidant, boss, and instructor. I taught anatomy and physiology at the local community college three nights a week, so it was only natural that I spent a few minutes teaching techniques. The girls all gathered round as I showed them the proper way to release a carpal tunnel spasm and manipulate the palms to make them relax. "You're the best," said Allison, "I am amazed at how easily you do that. I've practiced that for months and can only get it about half of the time." "Well I've never done it," chimed in Marie, "but damned if I won't try it soon. I feel like doing another 10 or 12 sessions now." With that she shucked off her bra, stepped out of her panties and turned toward me in a weight lifters pose, arms lifted high. "I am therapist hear me roar," she giggled. I watched her cute butt twitch across the room toward the showers. Her casual attitude was appropriate and innocent in this environment but I have to admit that I was a bit turned on by her display. I couldn't help but notice that her small breasts all but disappeared when she lifted her arms, leaving only her prominent nipples sitting on top of a pair of puffy aureoles. The fact that her mons was hairless made her looks prepubescent. Staring after her I stammered, "Ah well, guess I gotta go. Be cool girls." Marsha grinned, "Be cool Josh, I appreciate the lesson." "Me too Josh," said Allison "Yeah, well someday I'll figure out how to do my own self. I would be a much better therapist if I could get these Scapulae muscles in my back to unknot. After a long day, they hurt." Marsha jumped up. "Here Josh, let me fix them for you." "Nah, I'm beat. I just want an hour from the Jacuzzi and a nap." Allison chimed in, "Don't be silly, let us fix it for you. We'll do it together and make your knots go away. It won't take but a minute." I let Allison take my hand and lead me over to a specially designed massage table sitting in the corner. It was usually used for pregnant women and had an opening for big bellies to fit into as well as the usual face hole. After slipping off my shoes, socks and T-shirt, I lay down on the table. I was wearing only a pair of biker shorts. I could feel warm lotion being applied to my back as one of them began the light warming strokes in preparation for the main event. "Geez boss, you are really tight," said Allison. I could but grunt as her long fingers began kneed the various groups of muscles in my upper back. As she worked I could feel the knots releasing and a pleasant euphoria soon overcame me. I lay there immobile as a second pair of warm hands joined the first, working on the opposite side. The only sound in the room was my breathing and the shower shutting off in the background as Marie finished her bath. The two worked toward my lower back, nearly putting me to sleep in the process. As they were kneading my thoracic spine I could feel a third set of well oiled hands begin working on my feet. The bliss was complete. I let their ministrations take me away to a place that that only endorphins lived. I was nearly asleep when one of them asked me to raise my hips so they could lower my shorts. They wanted to continue by working my glutei. Any decent massage therapist knows that you have to connect your work or problems develop. I humped my butt slightly into the air while three pairs of hands peeled off my remaining garment. A towel was tossed carelessly across me for a semblance of privacy. This was done probably out of habit more than for proprietary reasons. I could have cared less at that point. I just knew that I was relaxing more than I had for months. One never realizes how keyed up he is until he is 'unkeyed'. My head was buried deeply into the face hole and my privates were partially hanging through the pregnant belly hole as the three sets of hands moved toward each other. One set of hands moved from the feet to the calves to the thighs, while two sets moved from the lower back to the buttocks. The towel was pushed aside and I guess it hit the floor. As I said before, I didn't care. I just didn't want them to stop. The lower set of hands pushed my legs apart, hooking my feet in the side straps of the table and began the deep tissue manipulation of the thighs necessary for relaxation of those big muscles. One of the girls startled me by pouring a large amount of lotion on my buttocks. It wasn't real cold but I could feel the outpouring quite well. I considered admonishing the offender for this breach in protocol but felt too good to expend the energy. As the two pair of hands pulled stroked and massaged my butt I could feel the heavy lotion running down my crack, across the anal sphincter, and roll down and pool on my scrotum. This again brought me to a stage of awareness. I suddenly realized that my balls were exposed to the girls for all three to see. "What the heck," I thought, "We're all professional right?" As those thoughts were passing through my now numbed mind, I felt a finger dart down and gently scoop the pool of lotion off my scrotum and apply it back up on my butt. There was nothing intentionally erotic about it but the gentle touch had its effect. I felt my penis swelling down into the belly hole on the table. "Great," I thought, "Some professional, getting an adolescent type erection from a single touch." Single touches were not to be however. Whichever of the three that was working on my thighs was occasionally brushing my sack with the back of her hands as she massaged my legs. My little swelling grew to big swellings. Marsha leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Time to turn over boss." I wasn't ready to do so because I had an aching boner poking through the table. It was hugely embarrassing and very non-professional for me to be this way with my employees. Allison pushed on me and said, "Come on guy, over you go." "I can't. I dozed off and awoke with an erection." A gentle lie but I was trying to cover my emotions. "Who cares?" asked Marie, "As the guy on TV said, 'Parts is Parts'." I appreciated their unconcern. They were the pros I knew them to be. I slowly rolled over exposing myself to the trio. I kept my eyes closed. There was a moments pause and then the six hands went to work. One pair massaged my neck, one pair on my chest and abdomen, and another resumed the lower legwork. This went on for a good 15 minutes. My aching penis was lying on my belly with the glans near my belly button. It had grown so hard under their assumed stares that it had pulled my scrotal sack very tight. The light fingernail drags across my nipples did nothing to make things better. "Sorry about that girls. Do you want to put the towel over me?" "No," one of the voices said, you're tense there too." I opened my eyes and started to protest when I saw the little pubescent Marie kneeling on the table between my legs, staring at my penis. "If you can believe it, I've never done a penis before," she said. A snort from Allison, "I would hope not. Your boyfriend would count though." I've never done anything with a boy before," she replied with a blush while continually staring at my stretched out cock. "You're kidding right?" asked Marsha. "Just classroom stuff," She replied. "Well that's way cool honey let me show you a thing or two. You don't mind do you Josh?" I thought this was taking the instructional thing a bit far. Besides, I didn't believe a pretty baby like Marie had never touched a penis before. As I formed the words in my head to protest Marsha began her teaching. She went through all of the parts first, cupping my testicles and rolling them in her well oiled hand. Being the dutiful student Marie took them in her tiny cool hands and tugged at the sack and manipulated the orbs with her fingertips. Allison took over and began her instructions by stroking my shaft with her long fingers. At the end of each stroke she rolled the palm of her hand over the circumcised glans, creating a wave of ecstasy through my whole body. Part of my mind protested mightily, but I fear only a very small part. This was heaven and was breaking a long respite from any sexual activity. Each in turn fondled my penis, balls and sensitive perineum. My legs were stretched outwards to the maximum with tiny Marie still parked between them, evidently enjoying every minute of the process as she wadded my ball sack between her fingertips. "Notice that it is swelling even more," said Allison as she stroked the shaft of my cock, "That means that he's gonna ejaculate in a minute." "Really?" gushed Marie, "Oh do it for me Josh!" "Watch this," said Allison as she left the hard meat and slid the flat of her hand down across the balls. As soon as she let my cock slap back against my belly Marsha picked it up and started a languid stroking. Allison's hand trailed across my balls and the fingertips brushed around my anal opening. "Have you ever massaged a prostate Marie?" "Gosh no," she replied, her eyes growing large. "Watch." With that she slightly penetrated my pucker asshole. Marsha was watching closely too and picked up the tempo on my shaft. Allison's long finger slowly pushed into my rectum, feeling around for landmarks as she went. I could only hold my breath and groan quietly as she explored my dark passage. "Gosh look," Marie cooed, "It's getting even bigger. Is he gonna squirt?" With that Allison touched my sensitive prostate gland and pushed. My world went away. It felt as if my toenails were being sucked up through my legs and being shot through my penis. My cock erupted with the pent up energy of a well-tended member that had been ignored too long. Huge gouts of ropy come poured forth with enough pressure behind them to etch glass. I heard a large splat hit the wall behind us and the girls cry out with surprise at the suddenness and the amount. I opened my eyes to see Marie bent over my cock, diminutive tits swinging back and forth, pumping my cock with both hands as fast as she could. She was crouched in a squat, and the sight of her gaping, hairless cunt so close to my spurting tool sent me into another seizure of orgasm. Allison was stooped around my upraised leg with what felt like her whole hand in my ass. Poor Marsha was still standing beside me grinning as the second, third and fourth blasts of semen hit her in the face and chest. She laughed as she reached out to cup my now dwindling balls. I have never seen studies on the issue but I don't think that it's likely that a man can ejaculate a quart of semen at one time. Looking at Marie's dripping hands, Marsha's soaked face, and my inundated belly and chest, I would say that I came close to at least a pint. Somewhere in the last throes of orgasm I slipped into a blissful sleep. Perhaps it was a state of near coma, but when I came to, there were three beautiful women working on my cock, balls and ass with a warm washcloth, cleaning me with great attention. I was in sheer bliss. "Can we do it again?" asked Marie. "Oh lord," I thought, "We've created a monster." Allison whispered, "As soon as he wakes up it's your turn little girl." I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.