OUTRAGEOUS MILF: BIRTHDAY MASSAGE

Erotic surprise!

Family bonding was apparently her chosen ploy for enticing me to share girl time with my new stepmom.

At seventeen, having a sexually hot 'new momma' in your house after several years of 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 oestrogen shot. Here was serious competition and I didn't like it.

Mary-Anne, my dad's new wife, dressed hot and took time for her makeup and body fitness. In the right outfit, she was so toned that she nearly could have passed as an elder sister.

Especially when the bitch dyed her frickin hair in a style similar to my natural blonde, bunned it in my signature form and brought us matching pearl earrings!

Trust me; God wasn't playing fair.

She had Daddy chasing her like a randy-humping puppy.

Here I was on the cusp of eighteen, expecting 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.

Lolita's world reversed!

And it wasn't helped by my recent inability to score with guys.

Mainly because I over-pouted 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. 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 with us both."

A glint in her eye. Her tongue went over her lips.

It sounded a bit grubby: the working us both.

I tried: "I don't need a massage; I've no muscles needing a lift. And besides, that place has a sleaze MILF reputation."

Hitting her as low as I could.

The bitch wasn't deflected — just like her — to the full advantage makeup.

I confronted a crafty slattern.

"Oh honey, trust me."

The word combo that makes any stepdaughter cringe, shudder and nearly baff!

She jingled the car keys and ushered me out the door.

Armed crossed under my chesty heaving ribs, I sat next to her on the front seat of her outrageous 'daddy gift' sporty little red number for five minutes until she parked outside Henri's.

In the carpark, she nearly embarrassed me worse than a skittish, edgy, fluttery teen friend taking the pill for the first time.

"Get energised, cutie-pie, "she said: "You only turn eighteen once, and it should be memorable."

Yeah, I was thinking Unforgettable for the wrong reasons.

God, Henri's was plush as we entered it. It looked expensive. A bit decadent, too. I think it's Art Nouveau.

Oh my God, she's a slut: I thought, as she greeted Henri, way over-familiar, an ease that would have embarrassed kissing cousins.

They wrapped arms and cheek smacked. He was closer than my razor around my fem-lipettes as he squeezed a good handful of her rump.

Though I must admit, Henri presented as 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 stepmom was in heels, fucking fantastic shaved legs and a red dress, well signalling: sex!

My mood wasn't in this because I couldn't read my stepmom's true intentions.

Henri guided us through to the private massage room.

I had that qualm.

Hell. We aren't a couple!

Am I supposed to get undressed and strip off with my stepmom at these dual tables or something?

I don't want to see my steppies breasts.

Eugh!!!

Luckily, we had massage tables beside each other but separated by a thin, elegant Japanese-style screen that Henri deftly eased between the comfy slabs.

I could cope with that.

Henri thankfully started on Mum's side. Well, I wondered whether the prick was going to watch me undress. He was shameless with my mum.

Mmm, one to keep; to tell daddy if I really got to hate the bitch.

I sort of 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 or hear anything, but I looked down and saw a black crumpled bra in the gaps under the screen and the tiniest skimpy black G-string ever on the white marbled floor.

"Oh, sugar-babe, stay comfortable," said my stepmum: "Enjoy, enjoy it. Henri will be with you soon."

"Miss," Henri spoke through the screen: "It's a better experience if you completely 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 white towel over my butt.

Well, if you could call it a towel! I'd term it a scanty napkin. I prudently left my nickers on. Not much of a defence, but hopefully enough.

This whole dual massage scene gave me shivery goosebumps.

As it was super quiet, I could hear Henri's lubricated hands working Mary-Anne's back, the kneading and pummel of broad massage hands flexing oiled skin.

Though her slight moans of pleasure alarmed me.

"Mmm, ah, uh, that's nice — mmm, ah, uh!"

A lewd picture filled my mind.

The filthy tart! Letting him squeeze and mould her butt cheeks!

There were distinct 'ugh' moans of pleasure wafting over the screen along with pungent aromatic oils.

Jasmine, cinnamon, rose, and citrus flared my nostrils to sensitively appreciate sensual aromas.

Still, what the frig was he doing to her? She was too goddamn happy, and besides, it was my birthday, not an ageing slagette's.

The fragrances and mummy grunts, I realised, had me unconsciously, then wilfully dry humping. My pubic mound ground into the softness of the table underneath my pussy.

My nubile body, in unison with mamma's unadulterated trash whore moans.

"Agh, agh, yes, oh, yes, agh, agh!"

The groans stifled a bit.

God, had she grabbed the bolster to gag her own mouth!

I seriously passed the demure leaking girly hole stage. I escalated to the soaked panty phase of personal felicity, listening to my stepmom's pleasure.

As my finger wandered to my knicker lace, I paused — chiding myself.

This is wrong!

My index finger ignored my brain. It became my turn to stifle moans as I massaged my clithood.

"Mmm, ooh, mmm, ooh!"

Boy, it felt right between my legs.

Yet I paused.

I was eighteen, for Christ's sake, today. So why was I so sexually confused?

"Are you comfortable?" said Henri, surprising me with his closeness above my head.

The prick must have seen my pelvic grinding and muffled girly oohs.

I blushed.

"Yeah, ready," I said.

But was I really ready?

His touch was skin decadent. So, body self-indulgent. Overlaid by pure, sexy finger touch. A sensuous massage.

He pricked my sensitivity everywhere the aromatic oil dribbled over my back and shoulders, followed by Henri's amazing fingerwork.

"Mmm," I repeated, "Mmm."

His touch wasn't actually sexual, but his rub, nudge and probe were so erotically charged that I hit randy and the cusp of needing cock fast.

"Never had a Pro-Massage before," he asked, pressing his thumbs into spots of divine skin lushness I never knew I had.

"No first time," I managed between appreciative 'coos' of too many patches of thriving needy flesh being over-alerted to bliss on my shoulders and blades. And my lower back. Then, below my hips.

"Oh shit," I went.

However, 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, the combination of gentleness, and the pummel squeezing of my peachy cheeks were sensational.

So astounding, entirely unforgettable, peaking to incredible as I had a series of mini orgasm contractions.

"Oh Christ," I went and wriggled in support as Henri eased off my panties and was finger massaging between my tight butt cheeks and thighs.

He deliberately kept them tight after taking off my knickers. The cunning sod had no space to work in. Yet he was divine.

Somehow, his fingers flexed and found space where there was only girly internal space.

"Oh yeah. 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 simultaneously.

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 became unbearably good as one finger delved into my starfish and another rolled over my clitty foreskin.

From there, it was too easy for 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.

At the same time, he kept fingering my pussy and arsehole.

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. I adored it!

He was so frickin attentive and attuned to fem-need, though. He was quickly licking me out.

I purred, without thinking about whether my stepmom could hear me or not on the other side of the dividing screen.

"Mmm, yeah! Oh, yeah, mmm, mmm, mmm," I went as Henri worked around my private treat delights.

I loved it, loved it, loved it.

"Sounds like Henri is hitting the right spots," said my stepmom.

Naked, unashamedly parading her stunning birthday suit, right beside the table.

The tart watched me get licked out.

The wanton slut touched her own big erect nipples, and I took in her shaved space between her legs. I saw her look lasciviously as Henri's manly pecker and my cute shaved honey-toned pubes.

"Oh, Henri, stuff the needy tartlette. It's her birthday," said 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!

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 body's prime piece of real estate. He prodded around my pussy foyer before being guided right down my girly internal hallway by my stepmom's hand.

"Orrgh, Oh my! Yes. Yes. Yes," I went as Henri's cock rutted me in rapid thrusts, making my kitty purr.

My stepmom's stunning vertical smile crease filled my face, stifling my moans as my tongue intuitively licked out her sweet, pungent wetness.

Her smutty love lips met my mouth like they were designed for each other.

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 were now over Henri's shoulders, the bastard in my sweet slit, so deep. My stepmom's pussy buried over my face as my tongue licked everywhere.

The skank guided y tongue tip to probe inside her gaping arsehole.

I wilted to lush mush in 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 stabbed into my pussy with deliberate pleasure for two.

Well, it rose to three as 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 into my sensitive tightness.

"OH FUCK," I yelped as her fingers left my gawped butt, and Henri jammed his rigid meat stick into my tender constriction.

My arse was impaled by his cock as a strange mixture of growing pleasure and the fear of splitting apart back there occupied my over-stimulated brain.

But I was addicted to my butt. Infatuated and fanatically needy already for cock to keep bludgeoning my arsehole. I escalated to a climax, trapped in the shock and bodily astonishment of the sexually wild.

My stepmom started fingering my pussy.

One finger, two fingers, then three; then four the slattern. I had never gone beyond two myself.

"Oh, you bitch! You're a crazy fuckin bitch," I started.

This became," Yes. No. Yes. No. Yesss. Yesss. Orrhgh God, Yess."

My lewd outrageous stepmom fingers disappeared to her second row of knuckles inside my over-expanded pussy. At the same time, Henri buggered my arse into total submission.

There is pleasure, and there is forbidden pleasure.

I knew the difference, but I embraced it.

I was transfixed in my own sexual crucible where desire outweighed any moral hesitation. I was too far in this to even consider the implications.

The fusion of outrageous sexual experiences capitulating me to a stunning orgasm. My pleasure gradient went through the fem-Richter orgasm scale.

"Orrgh, uuhh, orrgghh," I grunted.

They both knew I was unleashed now.

Damn it. There was no sexual line I couldn't or wouldn't cross.

My stepmom instructed Henri to lie on his back. His cock remained so stiff.

Mary-Anne and I shared his cock, taking turns sucking him off. Spitting on and polishing his knob with slick, sloppy, gobby tongue and lip work.

Then, My God!

The whore wanted a turn.

Oh, Christ!

She guided my hand to direct 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, I must admit, was so juicy and splattering wet.

Suddenly I was pashing my stepmom and fondling her nipples while she was having the life fucked out of her.

I was really enjoying my birthday surprise when 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 watched her tight pucker clench his cock and squeeze his dick in her gaped-back passage. A witness to the true rawness of experienced anal sex occurring wholly before my former innocent eyes.

My stepmom was a married whorette, and I wanted her to know I was her stepdaughter slut.

That I was her frickin equal in depraved actions.

So, I spread her exposed pussy. Henri's cock buffeted her starfish.

Like her, I went: one finger. Then, two fingers. Followed by the dirty three. And the indecent fourth. Culminating in the filthy, fetching five — ducking— supersizing her cunt. My hand to my knuckles squelching around in her fully expanded coochie.

She screamed like a whore.

"Orrgh, Orrgh, Orrgh!"

She shrieked like trailer trash.

"Arragh, Urrgh, Urrgh!"

Henri shovelled his dick straight and direct and lanced her arsehole Grand Canyon deep.

My fingers twisted in the perfect gawped all-digit fuck of my steppie.

Two of her orifices filled. We left her mouth vacant so she could dish out pleasure-encased obscenities in profusion.

"Fuck my arse! Squelch my pussy! Spread my cunt! Bugger, my bum!"

Henri creamed the slattern up her Khyber whilst I jammed my fingers to my wrist bangle into her indecently proper.

I licked my lips at my first foray into this kinky activity.

Mary-Anne hit the point of female no return. Her body directive, her mind imperative: only knew: Orgasm!

The big O! Peaked and flowed through her like red-hot lava.

Expressed by the trashette as, "I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh!"

Oh, I thought I was depraved.

But I was young and still had much to learn as my steppie fem-gushed me.

As I removed my hand, her warm spray of fem-liquid jetted over my face and tits, and the remainder of her juicy cum nectar flowed across and dribbled off the massage table.

My stepmother's juices reactivated the space between my legs. I was ready for more.

Henri saw the wicked, wanton glint in my eye.

He smiled.

I wondered why — his cock was only partly stirred up for re-ramming me? His re-armed meat would be a few minutes. 

A girl like me could no longer wait.

He gestured for me to turn around.

Oh, fuck how long had we had an audience?

Then I didn't care because as Henri introduced Danny and Tom, I only saw raw meat as if it were stacked, ready for a consuming feast.

I held a curved schlong in my right hand and a thick pecker in my left as my birthday massage went soaring up beyond my feralest sexual fantasies.