Outrageous Step MOM: Birthday Massage

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Outrageous Step MOM: Birthday MassageMy wanton stepmom deliberately escalates my sexual intensity at a private birthday massage and unleashes my hidden depravity back onto her…. Family bonding was apparently her chosen ploy for enticing me to share girl time with my new step mom.At s*******n and having a sexually hot ‘new momma’ in your house after several years of a free reign as the number one piece of eye candy in the home and street caused the jealous piqué to surge through me like an estrogen shot. Here was competition and I didn’t like it. Mary-Anne, my dad’s new wife; dressed hot, took time over her makeup and her body fitness. She was that toned in the right outfit she nearly could have passed as an elder sister: Shit God wasn’t playing fair. She had daddy chasing her like a randy humping puppy and here I was on the cusp of eighteen, excepting to be the unmatched purry pussy princess of our cul-de-sac and a step-mamma waltzed in and became the undisputed sleek sultry queen of our abode and frickin neighbourhood. And it wasn’t helped by my recent inability to score with guys and I suppose I was now pouting too much when guys at college said to me: ‘Your new mum is hot’…Eugh. “Oh sweetie” she said, catching me about to go out on the patio and organise my party for tonight: “I’ve booked us a double at Henri’s on The Esplanade for your birthday; …it’s a surprise…so let’s go Tennille” Humph, I thought: I had better things to do on my eighteenth than go out with my new stepmom.“Oh gorgeous…don’t give me that look anymore okay…give me a chance…I booked the deluxe and Henri is working us both.”It sounded a bit grubby…the working us both.I tried the following approach to avoid going: “ …doesn’t that place have a sleaze milf reputation”: hitting her as low as I could.The bitch wasn’t be deflected just like her; to full advantage make up…she was a crafty slattern.“Oh honey…trust me” And she had the car keys and was ushering me out the door…no ifs or buts…and five minutes later we were parked and there.She was nearly skittish excited and wanted me in the zone too.“Get energized cutie-pie “she said: “You’re only turn eighteen once and it should be memorable.”Yeah I was thinking; Unforgettable for the wrong reason.God the place was plush as we entered it. It looked expensive. A bit decadent too…art nouveau I think.Oh my God, she’s a slut: I thought, as she greeted Henri; way over familiar, a closeness that would have embarrassed kissing cousins.Though I had to admit Henri was tanned, tall and pretty hot.I crossed my arms, sort of over my big bosomed chest, but I knew I didn’t look or feel right. There I was in jeans and a soft yellow t-shirt, while my step-mom was in heels, fucking fantastic shaved legs and a red dress, well signalling: sex.My mood wasn’t in this.Henri guided us through to the private massage room. I had that qualm…thinking: Hell …we aren’t a couple…am I supposed to get undressed and strip off with my stepmom at dual tables or something. I don’t want to see my steppies breasts…Eugh…Luckily we had massage tables next to each other but separated by a thin elegant Japanese style screen. I could cope with that.Henri was thankfully on mum’s side…well I wondered: whether the prick was going to watch me undress… he had seemed way bursa escort over familiar with my mum…Mmm one to keep; to tell daddy, if I really got to hate the bitch.I sort of just stood there wondering what to do…how far did I undress…I didn’t know. Eventually I asked: “I’m not sure…how far do I have to get undressed.” I spoke anxiously through the screen…I couldn’t see anything or hear anything…but I looked down and saw in the gaps under the screen…a black crumpled bra and the tiniest skimpy black g-string ever…on the marbled floor.“Oh sugar stay comfortable” said my step mum: “Enjoy, enjoy it…Henri will be with you soon.”“Miss” said Henri through the screen: “It’s a better experience if you undress and lie on your back with the towel provided, covering your buttocks…I will be there soon”I started to undress; down to my skimpy undies and was on my back with the navy blue towel over my butt…my undies still in place…not much defence…but hopefully enough…this whole dual massage scene wasn’t comfortable to me.I could hear his hands working Mary-Anne’s back, the sight rubby massage of oiled hands on skin, though her slight moans of pleasure alarmed me…it sounded like her butt cheeks were being massaged…Oh I knew she was a slutty tart. There were distinct mmmy moans of pleasure wafting over the screen along with pungent aromatic oils.What the frig was he doing to her? She was too goddamn happy and besides it was my birthday…I realised was dry humping, grinding into the softness of the table underneath my pussy; in unison with her unadulterated trash whore moans…stifled a bit…God was she using the bolster to gag her own mouth?I was getting girly wet listening to my stepmom’s pleasure…this was wrong…but boy it felt right between my legs. I was eighteen for Christ sake…so why was I so sexually confused?“Are you comfortable?” said Henri surprising me with his closeness above my head…the bugger must have seen my pelvic grinding. I’m sure I blushed.“Yeah ready” I said…but was I really ready.It was skin decadent. It was body self-indulgent. It was pure sexy finger touch…it was a sensuous massage…it pricked my sensitivity everywhere the aromatic oil dribbled over my back and shoulders, followed by Henri’s amazing finger work. “Mmm” I went…Nothing actual sexual here…but touch so erotically charged…I was fully randy and on the cusp of needing cock fast.“Never had a Pro-Massage before” he asked really pressing his thumbs into spots of divine skin lushness I never knew I had.“No first time” I managed between appreciative coo’s of too many patches of thriving needy flesh being over alerted to pleasure on my back and shoulders. “Oh shit” I went but I didn’t stop him, and I wished I had taken my knickers off before, because Henri was kneading my buttocks. The strength of his thumbs, the pressure of his spread palms and the combination of gentleness and the pummel squeezing of my peachy cheeks was sensational…astounding… fully amazing.“Oh Christ” I went but didn’t stop him, as he eased off my panties and was finger massaging between my tight butt cheeks and thighs…he had deliberately kept them tight after taking off my knickers…he had no space to work in…yet it was divine…his fingers flexing and finding space…where there was bursa escort bayan only girly internal space.“Oh yeah…Ah… Oh yeah… Oh” from me; as he worked a finger around my butthole and then fingers around my butt and pussy creases at the same time.I couldn’t contain myself as he worked his hands in tandem, massaging up my thighs and then expertly into my two cracks of pleasure. It was unbearably good as one finger was delving in my anus and another was rolling over my clitty foreskin.From there it was too easy from him to rotate me over with open legs and allow me to draw Henri’s cock from under his loose shorts and boxer pants and massage his cock while he kept fingering my pussy and arse.I sucked him off, my hand wrapped around his cock shaft, my lips sucking his pecker head and making kissy sounds as I squeezed his tip between my lips…mwah…mwah…mwah: as I caressed his cock: he loved it.He was so frickin attentive and attuned to fem-need though. He was quickly licking me out. I was purring…without thinking about whether my stepmom could hear me or not…“Mmm …yeah… Oh” I went as Henri was working around my private treat delights and: I loved it…loved it…loved it.“Sounds like Henri is hitting the right spots.” said my step mom…naked, unashamedly stunning in her birthday suit: right next to the table…watching me get licked out…and the tart was touching her own big erect nipples…and I took in her shaved space between her legs…and I saw her look lasciviously at Henri’s manly pecker and my cute shaved honey toned pubes.“Oh Henri stuff the needy tart…it’s her birthday” added, Mary-Anne.Wow I realised Henri had a stiff cock, so hard, so erect and so, so ready…and it was aimed straight at my body….But my stepmom grabbed it and guided it over my girly flaps in the ultimate pre-penetration play…a delicious pussy and cock foreplay I had never encountered, but was instantly addicted to. Henri was enjoying the pink wetness of my bodies prime piece of real estate…prodding around my pussy foyer before being guiding right down my girly internal hallway by my stepmoms hand.“Orrgh…Oh…Yes…Yes…Yes” I went as Henri cock was rutting me in rapid thrusts, making my kitty purr. My stepmoms stunning vertical smile crease was in my face, stiffing my moans as my tongue licked out her sweet pungent wetness. Her smutty love lips meeting my mouth like they were always meant to be together.I was where an eighteen year old girl on her birthday shouldn’t be…in sexual bliss with her stepmom and her randy, big cocked masseuse. I felt too good to feel like the wanton skank trash whore I knew I must look like. My legs now over Henri’s shoulders, the bastard in my sweet slit, so deep. My stepmoms pussy buried over my face…my tongue licking everywhere…even guided to probe into her arsehole.I was mush directed by their combined experienced filth and it only got more depraved as Mary-Anne told Henri to dog me.There I was; my butt pointing backwards to his cock and he was stabbing into my pussy with deliberate pleasure for two; and I went deviant with blissful delight as my stepmom licked my virgin butthole and spat in my pucker slot and eased one, then two fingers in my sensitive tightness. “OH FUCK” I yelped as her fingers left my gawped butt and Henri escort bursa jammed his rigid meat stick into my tender constriction…my arse impaled by his cock…a strange mixture of growing pleasure and the fear of splitting apart back there…but I was addicted …infatuated…fanatically needy already for cock to keep bludgeoning my arsehole…trapped in the shock and bodily astonishment of the sexually new. My step mom started fingering my pussy. One finger, two fingers…then three; the slattern. I had never gone there myself with that many fingers.“OH YOU BITCH…You crazy fuckin bitch… Yes…No…Yes…No…Yesss…Yesss…Orrhgh…God…Yess” I cried out.My lewd outrageous stepmom was fisting my pussy while Henri was buggerising my arse into total submission.There is pleasure and forbidden pleasure…I knew the difference…but I took it…I was transfixed in my own sexual crucible…desire outweighed any moral hesitation…I was too far in this to even consider the implications…the fusion of new sexual experience capitulating me to a stunning orgasm. My pleasure gradient went through the fem-Richter scale.They both knew I was unleashed now…there was no sexual line I couldn’t or wouldn’t cross.My stepmom instructed Henri to lie on his back. His cock still so stiff. Mary-Anne and I shared his cock, taking turns sucking him off…Then my god…the bitch wanted a turn…Oh shit…I was guiding his stiffy into my step moms shaved expectant slit…as she hovered over his body.She went “Oh fuck…..Oh yeah…” as she slid up and down his pecker. Her pussy so juice splattering wet. I was kissing my step mom and fondling her nipples while she was having the life fucked out of her. I was really enjoying my birthday surprise now…I realised I was as much a tart as she was.Then she surprised me as she let Henri bugger her arse in front of me…I saw her tight pucker clench his cock…squeeze his dick in her gaped back passage…the true rawness of experienced anal sex occurring fully before my former innocent eyes.My stepmom was a married whore and I wanted her to know I was her step-daughter slut…her frickin equal in depraved actions…as I spread her exposed pussy as she grounded into Henri’s cock; now deep up her arse. Like her, I went: one finger…then two fingers…then the dirty three…then the filthy, fetching fisting of her cunt…my hand to my knuckles squelching around in her fully expanded pussy.She screamed like a whore…shrieked like trailer trash…as Henri and I both got as deep as we could in her twin pleasure orifices…leaving her mouth to dish out pleasurable obscenities in profusion as the slattern was creamed up her Khyber and I duck fisted her…good and indecently proper…my first fisting.Mary-Anne hit the point of female no return… her body directive, her mind imperative: only knew: orgasm…orgasm…orgasm.Oh I was depraved…but I was young and still had a lot to learn as she fem-gushed me…as I removed my hand…her warm spray of fem-liquid jetting over my face and tits…her juices flowing and flooding and my juices reactivated between my legs……I was ready for more…Henri saw the glint in my eye…he smiled…I wondered why…he wasn’t up for re-ramming me yet…was he?He gestured for me to turn around…Oh fuck for how long had we had an audience?Then I didn’t care because as Henri introduced Danny and Tom…I was only seeing cock and pecker…one in my right hand…one in my left …as my birthday massage went soaring up another sexual notch…

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