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  “After which, if you would please meet me in the Lotus treatment room. Once you come out of the bathroom it’s down the hall on the right.”

  I wanted to say something stupid like, “Roger wilco,” but instead I just nodded my head. Let me let this poor boy alone. Actually, I should have been relieved that it was Carlton and not Will who would be servicing me today. The way my body was feeling, it might have gotten ugly up in there.

  I traipsed into the ladies’ room and stripped down to my underwear. Catching a glance of myself in the mirror, I stopped to check myself out. Shit! I don’t know what that idiot husband of mine was thinking. I was a goddamn chocolate goddess: tall, muscular and firm; tight ass and tits on the small side, but still perky and totally serviceable. Not ever having had a massage before, I took off my bra and panties and threw on the robe and slippers and moseyed on down to the treatment room.

  I opened the door to the Lotus room. The space was small but warm and cozy, not tight and cramped. Carlton was in the corner by a small sink pouring and mixing and I guess getting his prep on. The room smelled of lavender, courtesy of the candles illuminating the high and low spots around the room. Native American flutes and drums were humming in the background and immediately my stress level dropped from a high-octane fifteen to hovering somewhere around ten. Progress had already been made and I still had my robe on.

  “I’ll step out while you get settled,” he said pointing to a tiny origami-looking package sitting on the massage table.

  “What am I supposed to do with that?”

  “They are modesty panties made from recycled materials,” he replied with a straight face.

  I couldn’t help myself. I snorted and sputtered as I tried to hold in the laughter.

  “Purely optional,” he let me know as he left the room.

  As soon as the door shut, I cracked up at the idea of putting on recycled paper drawers. I was sure he heard me but I couldn’t help myself. All of this shit was a bit much. Fruit and vegetable water. Tandem massage. Paper modesty panties. Jeezus! I scrapped the panties. Why bother? Carlton was no threat to my naked vaginny. I slipped commando between the sheets on the table, turned on my stomach, closed my eyes and waited for my rubdown to begin.

  “How you doing today?” asked a deep, accented voice dripping in sex.

  I lifted my lids and found myself looking dead into the bulging crotch of a man who was definitely not the same one who’d just left the room. My eyes traveled north to find a blinding white smile traipsing across the face of a Jamaican god. I actually gulped.

  “I am Benji.”

  “What happened to Carlton?”

  “Soon come. He ran for more towels.” Again, he flashed those damn perfect teeth at me, causing my kitty cat to purr.

  “But what…I mean…why are you here?”

  “For your massage, pretty lady.”

  “But I thought Carlton was my masseur.”

  “This is tandem massage. Like the bike…” he explained.

  “Two of you? You and Carlton? Both massaging me?” Oh, now this was one hell of a specialty massage.

  “Yeah, mon, you going to love it.”

  “Uh, Benji, is it? I should tell you that I’ve never done this before, well not, you know with a professional.” Why I felt the need to disclose that I was a massage virgin was unclear, but it seemed like this tandem shit was something one might need experience in.

  “You just relax, mon, and we rub away your worries,” he promised. Damn, Benji was fiiiine and his voice conjured up white beaches, blue waters and fucking the black off of some island boy. Carlton came back into the room, giving my eyes the opportunity to take a full body scan of his partner. Let me put it this way, everything Carlton wasn’t, Benji was: tall, built, dark, delicious, exotic, erotic. Oh, fuck. I was in such deep shit. The boy hadn’t laid a hand on me and already my little girl dick was hard. Damn, was it too late to slip on those paper panties? At least to sop up the imminent flood.

  Benji positioned himself at my feet while Carlton stayed up top near my head. I took a long, deep inhale and then exhaled for what seemed a lifetime. I’m sure they thought I was just trying to release my stress. Not even close. I was trying to dilute, displace or destroy the sexual energy coursing through my body. What had been on simmer when I walked into this joint was now cooking on high, and it was going to take everything I had to keep it from boiling over.

  “Ready?” Benji asked.

  “Yes,” I said, deciding to just close my eyes and go with it.

  It started with the simultaneous drizzle of warm oil on my right shoulder and left thigh, followed by the caress of four of the softest hands on earth. With perfectly choreographed precision, Benji and Carlton worked together to eek out every kink hiding in my stressed-out muscles.

  Carlton’s very capable hands worked my shoulders, gently but firmly coaxing out the stress. His touch alternated between deep and shallow and was highly effective. At the same time Benji’s strong hands pressed and kneaded deep into my quadriceps and hamstrings. More oil dripped down my arm and leg as the boys changed sides, Carlton moving to my left shoulder and Benji to my right leg. They rubbed the delicious-smelling oil into my limbs working from the top down and back up again.

  Goddamn, this felt good!

  Their tandem touch was having its effect, and I felt myself begin to unwind and release. I was just drifting into the lull of total relaxation when the pressure rub ceased and “fingertips as feathers” brushed my inner thigh and bicep at the same time. A flash of electricity surged through the rest of my body, robbing it of its relaxed state and putting it back on alert. They continued as if they felt nothing and just when I started to settle down again, Carlton began massaging my hands and fingers as Benji took one of my feet in his hands, oiling it up and pulling and rolling each toe. For some reason, my overactive imagination wouldn’t stick to the script. Instead it insisted that Benji was working over not my toes but my slicked-up nipples. Apparently my thought was my titties’ command because I felt my nipples stiffen and extend like sunflowers reaching for the light.

  I could not suppress the moan that escaped my lips as warm oil pooled in the small of my back and between my shoulder blades. My body felt so luxuriously sexy. Two hands traveled up my legs and came to rest on my butt, disrupting the oil and causing it to drip down the crack of my ass, while at the same time two more hands moved the oil slick south, traveling down my frame toward my waist. Carlton’s torso rested over mine and I could feel his heat as his amazing hands worked their magic. Benji’s were all over my ass, pushing and pulling the muscles, and though he was strictly professional, my horny mind kept imagining his hands on my ass pulling me toward what I was now convinced could only be a huge, rock-hard dick.

  Holy fuck. This was as torturous as it was pleasurable. My body was feeling languid and relaxed but my libido was charged up and raring to go.

  “Okay, pretty lady, time to turn over.”

  The two of them stepped to my right side and held the sheet up high so I could discreetly turn on the other side. I flipped over and for a split second, saw the admiration in Carlton’s eyes. Okay, I was wrong. Boyfriend was definitely all hetero.

  They began the exercise all over again, each taking the opposite extremity and rubbing it in all the right ways. My breath began to get shallow as their hands simultaneously brushed my breast and inner thigh. My nipples strained against the thin cotton sheet and I could feel wetness pooling between the lips of my pussy, mixing with the oil to create a sexy slip-and-slide just dying to be played with. I couldn’t take this much longer. Forget the good girl. Forget fucking only in a relationship. This was a once-in-a-lifetime happening and I was going to take full FUCKING advantage.

  And then opportunity knocked. Benji stepped over to the counter to get something and when he returned to the table, his dick was right near my hand. Lust is a curious bitch. Before I knew what was happening, my hand reached out and gave him a little massage of his ow
n. Instead of stepping back in disbelief, Benji moved closer, pressing his cock into my hand. His smile shrank in scope but doubled in intensity. I turned by eyes toward Carlton, giving him a Well, whatcha gonna do? kind of look. Either he was going to join this party or sit it out. At this point I didn’t care, but after all this slick seduction disguised as a specialty massage, somebody up in here was going to give me a happy damn ending.

  Carlton rsvped by pulling the sheet from my body and devouring my “all you need is a mouthful” tit damn near whole. I must confess that the boy was as good with his mouth as he was with his hands. His tongue and teeth worked together causing my nipples to stand stiff and tall. The places he’d already worked over with his hands were now being given a masterful tongue massage. And everything he was doing up top was causing a fucking party down in my pussy. I wouldn’t have been surprised if sparks were flying.

  Perhaps there were, because Benji left my side to resume his position at my feet, only this time he placed them flatly on the table and parted my knees. Using his feathery touch, he concentrated all his delicious energy toward dusting my inner thighs, caressing them up and down, coming close enough to whisper across my pussy lips but stopping just short. The shit was driving me crazy and I loved it. Carlton turned his mouth to my other breast, licking its nipple to attention and then pushing my tits together and giving them a warm saliva bath. That, combined with Benji circling my clit with his thrill-seeking fingers, made my girl dick so fucking hard that it stuck out beyond my pussy lips.

  “That shit is ah sey one, mon,” Benji proclaimed in Jamaican patois as he peered in admiration. From his enthusiastic expression, I took that to mean he approved. Big-time.

  While Benji continued fingering me, Carlton walked over to the sink and opened the cabinet. He returned to my side and I could smell a mix of lavender and spearmint. He rubbed the oils into my breasts before clamping each nipple with a small clothespin, pinching them hard. The sensation was a powerful mix of pain and pleasure and almost immediately my clit twitched and I erupted. I’d say a 5.3 on the dickter scale. It was nice, but who wanted just nice when this whole setup was screaming for some real nasty bitch action. Besides, my coochie needed some full-on attention. I wanted more of this tandem temptation.

  “Eat my pussy,” I demanded.

  Benji let loose a deep chuckle. “No problem, mon,” he said before muff-diving between my legs. His tongue did a lap around my fat clit. He sucked on it, pulling strong and then giving it a soothing lick. My hips bucked and I reached out and pulled his face deeper into my crotch.

  “Kiss me,” I requested breathlessly of Carlton. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me like he’d been doing it all his life. Damn, I’d totally underestimated the dude. Carlton might look average but his looks were way fucking deceiving. Everything he did was way above average, superior even—including kissing. Carlton’s lips were as soft as his hands, his tongue just as skilled. They pressed against mine softly at first and then slipped down to pull my lower lip between his. He sucked my lip like he’d sucked my titty before sticking his tongue in my mouth and setting his kiss to music. His tongue danced with mine—a little samba, a little tango, and some straight-up hip-hop. Whatever tune he was hearing in his head was being translated with his tongue and I was loving every minute of it.

  As Carlton kissed and tongued down my mouth, Benji did the same to my pussy. He used his perfect teeth to gently tug at my labia before slipping his tongue into my slit and lapping up the pussy cream. Benji stiffened his tongue and extended it to its full length and tongue-fucked me, while Carlton moved his mouth to my ears and made a happy meal of my left earlobe. He sucked and nibbled and occasionally let his erect tongue dart in and out of my ear. The tandem tongue action had my clit ready to burst, but I didn’t want to let go. Not just yet. I wanted dick and lots of it.

  “Fuck me, please,” I begged.

  “You want the big bamboo, pretty lady?”

  “Yes. But Carlton first.” I wasn’t going to play Carlton short. Not again. I wanted to experience his brand of lovemaking as an appetizer, which, based on his massage and kissing techniques, was a combination of sensual kink. But the boy was still of average size. I wanted the big bamboo as my main course and probably dessert too. “Condoms?”

  “Of course. It would be insane not to use them,” Carlton replied in the same proper speaking voice that now sounded sexy as hell.

  I watched Benji play with his hard dick while Carlton retrieved his wallet and pulled two rubbers from inside it. He tossed one over to Benji, who stepped aside as Carlton moved in between my legs. He dropped his pants to the floor revealing a not too shabby cock. He looked me in the eye and smiled as he rolled the rubber onto his stiff rod. Mission accomplished, he came closer, reached out and hooked his elbows around my knees and used them to pull my ass all the way to the edge of the massage table. I reached down and pulled my pussy open, holding my breath in anticipation. Carlton entered me slowly, as if to make contact with every nerve ending inside my wet and waiting vagina. Once inside, he continued to move back and forth, slowly at first and then increasing the speed with every stroke. I could see him beginning to sweat as pleasure began to take over his usually composed being.

  “Oh, this shit feels good. Your pussy is tight. Oh, yeah.”

  I wanted to chuckle, hearing him curse like that, but it was feeling good to me too. I lifted my pelvis up to meet his, clenching my inner muscles to grab his dick on the downstroke. Benji stood in Carlton’s usual spot, one hand pumping his dick and the other removing the clamps from my breasts and replacing them with his mouth.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” Carlton called out. “I’m riding this tight pussy tonight.” After ten minutes of strong fucking, he let loose, bucked up against me and busted his nut. He pulled out, kissed my foot and collapsed into the chair in the corner. I was close, but I held back. Waiting. Wanting the big bamboo.

  “Kiss for good luck,” Benji said, thrusting his dick in my face. All night I had done nothing but receive pleasure from these two gifted men, one kiss wasn’t asking too much.

  I gave his knob a good slobbering. Feeling his huge dick in my mouth only served to open up my pussy wider and make the juices flow harder. Benji pulled himself away and turned me over, requesting that I get on all fours. He stood behind me and stuck his tongue in my asshole, giving me a quickie rim job. My onion ass wiggled in his face, which must have looked hella good because he stood back and let out a big groan. Benji snapped on his rubber and unlike Carlton with his slow and smooth entry, filled my hole with one powerful thrust. His dick consumed all the space in my twat, and where Carlton’s fuck had been sweet and pleasurable, Benji’s sex was raw and demanding. His long arms reached around to grab my titty, squeezing it like one of those damn stress balls. He fucked me long and he fucked me hard. I could hear and feel his balls slapping against my ass. The tip of his big dick teased my G-spot, turning it into a capital sensation. Each time he hit the spot, tiny tremors rippled through my pussy. His rod was thick and long enough to take care of my clit, too. I bit down on my lip, not wanting to breech the spa’s tranquility by calling out the sex-driven profanities that were on the tip of my tongue.

  The friction caused by Benji’s hard and unrelenting strokes set off a series of shudders, escalating orgasms that pulsated and quaked bigger and harder until I exploded pussy juice all over his dick. Shit, I needed the condom to contain the cum!

  My explosion was the trigger for his. His stroke went from hard to frenzied. His sweat dripped onto my ass, tickling the oversensitive nerve endings. “Take this big bamboo, girl,” he roared, before squirting his load. His dick jerked and shimmied as it deposited each drop of cum into the rubber. Finally still, he pulled out of me and stepped back against the wall.

  I dropped to the table and savored the sensations that my body was experiencing. The Lotus room now smelled warm and wet and totally organic—a natural blend of sex pheromones and horticulture. I had
never felt better in all my adult life. Benji and Carlton had relaxed away the stress with their tandem massage and then brought me back to life with their tandem fucking. There was no part of my body that didn’t feel alive—and no part rejecting the idea to return again. Soon.

  IN THE SHADOW OF THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN

  Cynnamon Foster

  What’s the sexiest part of a man? His forearm. That space between his elbow and wrist.

  —Cynnamon Foster

  There was no rhyme in his voice, only a rhythm that left us just short of snapping our fingers. I was paralyzed like a fly entangled in a web, unable to take my eyes off of him. And although I was not particularly fond of poetry, his words and being left me frozen in the third row.

  He was visiting the university to read from and talk about his writing. James Adler was a respected poet, and there wasn’t a student in the writing program who hadn’t spent at least a day or two trying to figure out the meanings and inspiration behind some of his work. The department had been fussing about his arrival for weeks, but I was unimpressed and was only attending his colloquium because it was a requirement. I’d planned to daydream through it after I’d signed my name on the attendance sheet, maybe even slip out the back door if the opportunity presented itself. Previously, my idea of poetry had been limited to a psalm or two and a bad limerick. I got that poetry was art, but it just didn’t move me. Instead, it felt like a waste of time, a dalliance, and I was at a point in my life where I had no time for such things. I couldn’t dally—I was all about business.

  There’d been a soft buzz in the room when he arrived. Adler strode to the front without waiting for an introduction. I was startled. He looked nothing like I’d expected. He was not a stooped, older man, as I’d imagined, with graying hair and unfashionable reading glasses. Instead, he was tall, well over six feet, lean, and well groomed. Adler possessed a gravity, something that sucked me in and held me in his orbit.