6. Solace

I sat on the toilet and let my embarrassment bring me to tears. I bent over while sitting and covered my nakedness with my arms and knees. I was lost and didn't know what to do, my shame of wanton lust, now overruling my desires. I wanted to run out and hide, but I would have to face the two black strangers again. Just at that moment I heard a gentle knock at the bathroom entrance. It was Paul, "Are you okay Miss Susan?" When I didn't answer right away, he walked in carrying my robe. He placed it around my shoulders and wrapped it around my shaking body. It felt warm and encompassing. It absorbed some of the shame and allowed me to speak. "I'm so terrible sorry. I've never done anything like that before. What you must think of me. Please forgive me." It came out like a torrent, and Paul reached out to touch my chin and said, "Miss Susan. What I saw just a few minutes ago was wonderful. I am so honored to have seen you come out of a very dark place. You were absolutely beautiful." His words were very confusing. I thought that I had done something very bad and he was telling me it was wonderful. "Miss Susan." he said softly and reassuringly, "You are extremely beautiful, and what you did was beautiful. Please do not feel ashamed. I only wish that I could have been more a part of it." Paul's words brought me back, at least to a point that I started to question myself. His hand lifted my chin and I felt myself smile. I asked him, "How could any man want a woman so much out of control? I mean, I couldn't stop myself, and I did this in front of strangers." "Miss Susan. What happened to you was very normal. You chose to find your true inner feeling with someone who wouldn't stop you. You had to do it and I'm so glad you chose us to be with you. You are a beautiful, fantastic woman, who now can feel proud of herself for releasing the true passion inside you." I started to feel so much better and my smile grew and warmed. "Miss Susan. Why not let us pamper you, and complete this treatment. Cover yourself with whatever makes you comfortable and please do not let this bother you. I'll wait for you by the table." Paul left the bathroom and I sat there wondering what to do. A few minutes later I walked out of the bathroom and took my robe off and placed it on the bed. Without looking at either man I walked over to the table and slid myself on it. I was still totally nude, but I wasn't embarrassed anymore. I began to relax.

Chapter 8. My Treatment

Paul and Jerome started on my back and legs in earnest. Oils were rubbed in everywhere, muscles were expertly massaged. My feet were manipulated and squeezed, producing a total body relaxation. No hands probed near my private parts, but my buttocks were rubbed, and moved vigorously. I felt wonderful, and with each passing minute, my shame became more distant. Little sexual fantasies started creeping into my relaxed mine. What if a finger should go between my butt cheeks? What if two strong hands should spread my cheeks wide for their inspection? Would I mind? No one's finger came close to my rear canal and no strong hands spread me. But I was starting to wish they would, and I tried to stop these thoughts, but they continued to surface more and more. No impropriety occurred, no fingers slipped in wet places. I was given a facial and my toes a pedicure. My hair was brushed, my fingers massaged, my shoulders rubbed. It was a glorious complete feeling and I drifted off to a special far away place, letting the two men minister to my body. They continued the massage, but always stopped short of touching my exposed bottom, as though there was an invisible line preventing their fingers from crossing. I couldn't believe how bold I was becoming, as I heard myself say, "Please touch me all over." Slowly I felt Jerome's slender fingers moving up my legs to finally touch my uplifted bottom. He gently massaged each cheek while Paul's hands pushed and probed my lower back. I moaned again and with each exhalation of breadth, continued to moan. Probing fingers reached between my cheeks but stopped short of touching my private parts. I was beginning to breathe more rapidly and I wanted more. Jerome moved his attentions back down my legs and Paul moved up my back and gently massaged my neck and scalp. I heard Paul softly say, "We will be conducting a wellness exam now, Miss Susan. This will require touching your female private parts. Will this be okay?" I said, "Please do whatever you want." Paul said, "Please turn over now, and don't be afraid to let yourself enjoy this part of the treatment". I was so desirous of these two men to touch me everywhere, that I almost had a climax when I heard what he said. They were going to touch me where I needed it most. I rolled over and heard Jerome exhale rapidly, as I saw his eyes roaming from my breasts to the juncture between my legs. I knew I must be very wet, and it must have shown. I laid my head back on the headrest and adjusted my legs to fit into the leg recesses. Paul then said, "Close your eyes Miss Susan, and relax please." I was still breathing faster than normal and I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was to come. I felt my legs coming apart slowly, as the lower half of the table was being pulled apart, hinged somewhere near my bottom. Paul put a hand under my head to lift it slightly while he removed the headrest. When he laid my head back my neck was at the front padded edge of the table and my head hung at a backwards angle. It was not uncomfortable and somehow made me feel more vulnerable. I wanted to feel this way. Jerome had finished spreading the table apart and my legs were open wide. I was very exposed and I was ready to be touched again. I moaned. I heard Paul slide something out from the head of the table. He gently took my arms and pulled them toward him above my head to softly padded and elevated supports. At the end of each support was a handle that I wrapped my fingers around to grip. I felt the leg supports raise at my knee joint, drawing my knees up and back towards my bottom. At the same time my legs were pivoted outward. Jerome asked, "Miss Susan, does that feel comfortable?" I said, "You can spread them wider." I was in the same position I would be in if I were being given a pelvic exam, except my legs were totally supported. I had never exposed myself to a man before, even a doctor. Peter had made sure my doctor was a woman. Jerome asked if the position was wide enough, and I moaned, "Yes". Paul put his fingers on my neck and I felt a flood of pleasure surge through my body. I felt a true orgasm, for the first time in my life. What I had felt with Peter, was only the prelude to the feeling I experienced just then, and I arched my chest upwards, and clenched my teeth. One of my hands let go of the handle and found Paul's side above his shorts. I quickly pulled it back to re-clutch the handle. Paul massaged and probed my neck and whispered softly, "Do not be afraid to respond to us Miss Susan. You may do anything you like or desire. This treatment is for you." At that moment I opened my eyes and saw the front of Paul's shorts. The enormity of his erection showing through the front of his shorts caused a load moan to escape my lips. I felt fingers touch my inner thighs and I stiffened with yet another orgasm, stronger than before. Paul's gentle probing fingers moved down my chest to touch my right breast. His fingers made small circles and pushes, working slowly inward to my areola. Jerome moved cautiously up my spread inner thighs and reached my now very wet vagina. I knew my vaginal lips were already open wide, and I started to grunt with each fast breadth, waiting for his touch. Just as Paul reached my protruding areola and engorged extended nipple with fingers that began to squeeze, I felt a slender finger slid deeply into my vagina. I cried out with pleasure and erupted with a steadily increasing orgasm. Paul was now using one hand to squeeze around the areola, while two fingers from his other hand clasped and rolled my nipple. I bucked upward on the table to take more of the finger deeply implanted within me. My other breast was being fondled now and I felt the finger in me withdraw to be replaced by two fingers. I was still yelling and my orgasm was still increasing. Both men stopped what they were doing and I pleaded, "Please don't stop." Paul answered, "Miss Susan, have you ever had a cleansing enema?" My orgasm subsided enough for me to answer, "I have never had an enema. Please don't stop. Do anything you want to me. But please don't stop." I heard Jerome open something and ask Paul, "What size should we use?" And Paul answered, "Try the large one, I think she will enjoy it." This talk alone almost brought me to another orgasm and I waited greedily for them to violate my exposed body. Paul asked, "Would you like to watch the insertion, Miss Susan?" I replied, still breathing rapidly, "Oh yes, please." Paul refastened a headrest, and elevated the front portion of the table to raise my upper body almost vertical. I saw that my bottom hung out slightly over the table edge. Jerome swung a one foot square mirror up from under the table and positioned it at an angle for me to see my exposed private parts in their entirety. I could see that my vaginal lips were fully open and strands of sticky mucous looking liquid stretched across the opening in several places. Jerome attached to the table a large shiny looking basin below my bottom. He inserted a rod into a hole and hooked a bag of white looking liquid to the pole, such that it was about two feet above the table where my legs and bottom were being supported. I moaned aloud again at the thought of what would happen next. Jerome shorts also had the projected bulge of a fully erect penis. My lust and desire to be totally violated by these virulent black me gave me the courage to speak. "Please take of your shorts. I want to see all of you." Jerome promptly turned and pulled his shorts off. When he turned to face me I saw an incredibly beautiful organ. His penis was not much bigger in diameter than Peter's, but it was very, very long and it curved like a banana, upward to his stomach. I began to pant like a dog and my tongue extended from my mouth to wet my lips. Jerome said, "Do you like it Miss Susan?" I answered, "Oh Jerome, it's so beautiful. Can I have it?" Paul spoke up quickly, "Shortly, you can have whatever you want." I moaned loudly and watched Paul pull his shorts off. He had the an enormously fat and long penis. It's head was bulbous, and hiding under uncircumcised skin. Paul's erection stood almost straight out. Although it may have been shorter than Jerome's, it was so fat that I couldn't imagine it fitting in any woman's vagina. Jerome stepped forward with a long fat rubber looking tube, that had a narrow tip that expanded quickly to a size about as thick as his penis. The tube was about a foot long and had a mushroom looking bulb at the other end. A tube was unwrapped from the hanging liquid filled bag, and attached to the fat tube, near the round mushroom section. Jerome said then, "Miss Susan, I'm going to insert this in your rectum. At first it may feel uncomfortable, but that will be replaced quickly with pleasure. The more you relax the more pleasure you will feel Are you ready?" I nodded vigorously, yes. I was ready then for anything these men would want to do to me. Paul had a jar and reached in to smear his fingers with a white sticky jell. I couldn't stop looking at his penis and it's size. I was panting again and I opened my mouth to let my tongue stick out. I don't know why I did that, but it seemed very natural. Paul moved closed to my side and I watched through my mirror as his fingers touched my puckered opening to spread the lubricant. I was very hot again, moaning and panting with pleasure. My eyelids started to close but the view in the mirror kept them open. I pushed downward with my stomach muscles to unpucker my pink rectal bud and capture a finger. He must have recognized this action because he slowly inserted his index finger in as far as it would go. I started another orgasm, as I watched and felt his finger move in and out of my virginal hole. I was so hot the slight discomfort and tightness I felt, actually added to my mounting pleasure. I could also see more juices forming at my open vagina. I could even start to smell the juices and my orgasm continued and grew. Paul removed his jell covered finger and Jerome pushed the small tube end into my lubricated rectum. I was still orgasming and began to growl with waves of pleasure. I watched as the tube was pushed in to it's full diameter and the waves of pleasure increased. It was slid in slowly about half it's length and I tried to move my bottom rhythmically as if the tube was a penis. Paul moved to the head of the table and lowered me back down to a laying position. He removed the headrest again and my head extended backwards. I moved my arms back to the holding pegs and felt Paul's hands move to my breasts again. I felt the warmness of liquid entering my insides. Jerome was massaging my lower stomach to aid the filling solution. I started to buck my rear end to take more of the tube. Jerome spoke then, "I'm going to remove the tube now, and I want you to push out all of the liquid." "Please don't" I said, "It feels too good." He answered, "Don't worry Miss Susan, there is more to come." I felt the tube being pulled out and I flushed with heat and desire. I pushed to evacuate the liquid and heard the rushing sound of everything coming out. Jerome left quickly and I heard the toilet being flushed. I couldn't wait for him to return, I was so full of lust and pleasure. Paul's hands had inflamed my breasts, and the rubbing and squeezing of my nipples, kept me at climax. I reached out with my hands to find Paul's penis. I grabbed it and felt it's tremendous size and worked my fingers up to the head bulb. I stroked and opened my eyes to found that the skin covering the head could be pulled down, exposing the purplish head to the ridge area that separated head from shaft. I pulled the exposed head to my mouth and licked it. My tongue found the hole in the swelled head and spread it's wide opening to allow entry to a short depth. It was full with sticky pre-cum and I lapped at it to draw it all out The taste was so sexually delicious, I started a higher level orgasm, that felt like burning all over my body. Paul increased his massaging of a breast and I felt a pressure at my rectum as the tube was being inserted again. I pushed hard with my pelvis to capture the moving tube and I felt it go deeper and deeper. I took the engorged penis head into my mouth and kept the skin covering pulled back to expose all of the gland to my tongue. I tasted more pre-cum as I milked the length of the fat penis with my other hand. The tube stopped as I felt the fattened mushroom bulb push against my stretched opening. Pressure increased and with a quick sharp pain it entered to slip in and allow my stretched bud lips to close snugly over the small fill tube. The tube was captured within me. I felt a warm slow trickle of liquid far up in my insides. I sucked the bloated penis head further into my mouth, letting my tongue explore the gland ridge that separated the head from the shaft. I was experiencing a continuos wave of heat surging from my breasts to my loins, and my orgasm continued to increase in intensity. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, when my grunts became high pitched and urgent, I felt a warm tongue trace my vaginal lips, flicking itself in to my wet hole. I raised my hips to make Jerome's tongue go deeper as he probed it's full length up inside me. Paul was slowly pumping his fattened penis deeper into my mouth, and by holding the shaft firmly with both hands, the foreskin gland covering slid partially back and forth over my tongue. Jerome's tongue and mouth moved up to capture and draw in my clitoris. A finger slid up into my vagina and found an inner wall to rub against, instantly increasing my steady orgasm to yet higher, uncontrollable flushes. I could feel my belly bloating with warm liquid, as I swallowed ever increasing amounts of pre-cum. I reached one hand down the long swelling penis shaft and cupped Paul's sack, to finger the orbs inside. I felt my orgasm reaching a point of explosion, while Paul's scrotal sack began to tighten, drawing up close to the connected shaft. Jerome now had my clitoris sucked deep in his mouth and his tongue probed under forbidden folds. Both my nipples were being squeezed and rolled harder, and my head felt a roaring sound engulfing all senses, drowning out my own yelps and the groans of the two men. At the same time as my vagina spasmed and felt as if it were squirting liquid, my hand on Paul's cupped scrotal sack felt the first contraction of ejaculation, shooting up the long fattened shaft and erupting through the gland hole into the back of my mouth. I swallowed quickly the first thin load of remaining pre-cum and thicker sperm enriched ejaculate. As if on it's own the engorged penis head lodged itself further in my mouth and filled the opening of my throat, just in time for me to receive a second larger rocketing load of salty thick semen. My body was twitching and I became faint with release, as if everything inside me was exploding outwards. I pulled back sharply on Paul's foreskin and felt an instant response as the thick penis pushed deeper into my throat, erupting with a third load of viscous fluid. I stopped my swallowing contractions as more blasts of semen pumped down my throat. I was beyond any reflex to gag, I had stopped breathing, as load after load of ejaculate pumped into my stomach, as if to replace the fluids I was sure were jetting out from my vagina. I can't remember when this all ended, or when the penis in my mouth withdrew, or the sucking of my clitoris stopped, or even the tube from my bud hole removed. I lay there in a semi-continuos state, barely registering the activities around me. I did feel a distant release of abdominal pressure as I evacuated the liquid in my bowels. I thought I could feel myself being washed between my legs, my vaginal lips being pulled, my clitoris being rubbed. I think my face was washed, my lips cleaned, my cheeks wiped. There were hands all over my body, gently massaging my skin, cleaning it, rubbing my breasts. I was in a different place than reality. I distantly thought and smelled fragrant oils being rubbed in everywhere. I was turned over and the back of my wracked body rejuvenated with expert hands and oil. Hands spread my legs, fingers spread my buns to massage and oil. At times I thought I was asleep, drifting close to awareness, only to drift off again to somewhere distant and pleasant. I thought my hair was being combed, my fingernails being filed, my toes being manicured. I don't know how long I drifted in and out of reality, but I did know that my body was totally given over to the ministrations of my two men. It was theirs to do with as they pleased and I had no fears of what they would do. My arms were flexible to their placements, my legs free to move. I was like a baby in her mother's arms, drawing in the aroma of love around me, and succumbing to any touch or probing they desired. The passage of time was not evident to me.