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The Back Rub (M/F Rom)
The Conclusion
by G Smith (gsmith625@hotmail.com)


This is an adult story and contains scenes of unexpurgated sex between 
consenting adults.  It's for adults only.  If you're not an adult as 
defined by your community, or the enjoyment of this type of story is 
illegal in your community, delete this file now.

Otherwise, enjoy.

There are a number of people who have provided me with encouragement and 
support.  Two of them, in particular, are accomplished writers 
themselves.  I'm not in their class but I thank them anyway.   I am 
somewhat reluctant to mention their names but les deux, mes tres belles 
cheres, know who they are.

For you wannabe writers, I urge you to take the advice given to me.  If 
you have a story, write it.  What can they do to you?  Hell, ask me!  
This is the finish to my first story and I'm still having all the first 
timer's reactions.



The Back Rub
The Conclusion




"Marty, it's not the end of the world.  Although, it did feel like that, 
for awhile.  Still, I wouldn't be here tonight if she and I were still 
together."

Marty cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Well, it would have stopped with the back rub...I think."  That brought 
me back into her arms.

Marty reached between us and said, "We still have a problem here and it 
doesn't seem to want to go away."

"True enough, my lady.  But them's the breaks.  I think I'm negative but 
I can't prove it even to myself."

"You were very good to me tonight, G.  I'm going to do what I can."

"Tell you what, Marty.  Let's take a break and have something to eat.  
Some food, I mean."  With that, we both started to get up.  "No, you 
stay here.  If I can't find what I need, I'll ask Fleur."

I was really glad I had brought the food.  Marty didn't keep much of a 
supply of high energy food in her apartment.  A lot of lettuce, though.  
Of course, that's why she had the figure she did.  Arranging my little 
tidbits on a serving platter, I decided that another bottle of wine was 
also necessary.  And, I was getting tired of the CD I had selected an 
hour ago.

I didn't exactly waltz back into her bedroom.  Naked men and swinging 
dicks can't dance (among other things).  The scents of Marty's orgasms 
and the candles had permeated the entire apartment.  (At least, the 
candles had; I wore enough of Marty's to smell it wherever I went.

Hungrier than we both realized, the food on the platter didn't last 
long.  The quiet in the apartment closed in around us.  Even the street 
noises were far off.

"The one thing I'm a little low is an adequate selection of fruit.  
We'll have to make do with the grapes and the pears."  Sitting facing 
her, I realized again how truly beautiful she was in her natural state.

"This is treat I learned from my friend, the ex-restaurant owner," as I 
smeared some Gorgonzola cheese onto a grape.  Offering it to her, a 
small piece of cheese dropped off to land on her belly.  Grinning and 
saying, "I'll get it," I bent down to lick it off her pale olive skin.  
Once there, I could see no reason to leave and I widened the strokes of 
my tongue until I approached her mons.

"If we can't fuck," I said as I looked up her torso to her face, "there 
is one thing I'd like."

"Name it and it's...we'll see," was Marty's two part rejoinder.

"No," I replied as I rubbed my beard into her equivalent.  "No, you will 
like it.  Do we have a deal?"

Once again, I saw Marty pause and think over what had happened tonight.  
She had two glorious orgasms just because she had agreed to a back rub.

Nodding her head in agreement, Marty looked directly at me.

Scooting up beside her, now, I leaned over and said, "I want you to sit 
on my face.  I don't know any other way of saying it.  At least then," 
and I smiled, " I get to hold onto the bed."

Trying not to laugh at my comment on her hand holds, Marty asked me, 
"Why?"

"It's great for both of us.  You control where your body is; I get to be 
where I want for as long as you want.  Besides, tongues don't get tired 
and soft quickly.  They get sore, but they don't get tired.  And I can 
cheat.  I've got lips, beard and, as a final option, my teeth."

"Ooh...I don't know about the last."

"No biting, I promise."

"Uh...how do we work this?"

Gathering up the remains of our bedside picnic, I motioned her away from 
the head of the bed.  Crawling into the warm, and slightly damp, place 
in the middle of the bed, I plumped two of her pillows under my head.

"That saves wear and tear on my neck."

"You've done this before, haven't you?" said Marty as I arranged myself.

"Not with you I haven't," and I reached out to bring her down for a kiss 
on the end of her nose.

"What about our small friend here?"  Marty ruffled my penis through my 
pubic hair.

"Let him find his own girl.  He can take care of himself."

Gradually, we fell into the same exchange of tongues, in my mouth and 
then in Marty's.  I knew that she would like this and it was one of my 
all-time favourites.  While we kissed, I ran my hands back and forth 
across those wonderful breasts of hers.  Marty was of slim build but 
that only served to enhance the attractiveness of her breasts.

When I could feel her nipples beginning to stiffen under the tweaking 
and pulling of my fingers, it was time to move to centre stage.

"Marty"

"Ummm.  Do I have to move?"

"Sit up here with your legs on either side of my head."

Plopping herself down as directed, Marty wiggled her bottom and vulva on 
my upper chest.  "Come a little closer and sit up straighter.  I can't 
believe you've never done this."

My first lick was from the bottom of her vulva to her clitoris.  With 
our previous love making, Marty had responded to my initiatives.  This 
way, she could guide me to the spots needing the most attention.  True 
to my word, I started to reach up and grab onto the iron bars of the 
head board.

Marty's body began to move up and down as my tongue worked into her 
vagina.  I could taste the new flow of her arousal as I tongue fucked 
her.  My hands were happier smoothing the skin on her buttocks and hips.  
Every now and then, as I concentrated on the upper reaches of her vulva, 
I slid my fingers underneath her butt and stroked along her labia.

When I felt her hands cover mine, I knew I was in for a ride worth 
remembering.  But, my hands had better things to do.  Marty's vagina was 
completely open to me now.  I ran her labia between my thumbs and index 
fingers while I focused my tongue and lips on the tissue around her 
clitoris.

Gradually increasing the sucking pressure of my mouth, I circled her 
clitoris with my tongue.  Marty's hips were now moving in an intricate 
sideways pattern to complement her up and down motions.  With more and 
more pressure from her, I started to stroke the length of her clitoris.  
I wished my tongue were longer so that I could press the rougher skin of 
her "G" spot with the end of it.

Above me, I could sense Marty's torso swaying in time with her hips.  
She began to fiercely press her genitals into my face so I added more 
pleasure for her by lightly brushing the fingernails of my left hand 
over her anus.

That was it!

Her thighs slammed against my head and the trunk of her body jerked to 
the demands of her orgasm.  I was grateful that my head had sunk into 
the pillows.  Cauliflower ears may be the honourable sign of a boxer; 
they don't do anything for a lover's appearance.

With my lips suctioning around the top of her opened vulva,  I flicked 
the tip of my tongue across her clitoris just as she relaxed from each 
contraction of her orgasm.  Each time, it triggered another.  I kept a 
steady pressure outside her vagina while the middle finger of my left 
hand poked at the tight sphincter of her anus.

I didn't know whether these were individual climaxes or merely a series 
of mini-orgasms.  I also had no idea how many.  When your partner is 
experiencing that much rapturous pleasure, who counts?

Suddenly, Marty forced her body away from all of my attending parts.  As 
she fought to regain her breath, I could see a deep flush across her 
face and upper breasts.   With her mouth wide open, Marty hurriedly 
dragged air into her oxygen starved lungs.  I'm sure there was a pool of 
her vaginal come on my chest.

"Oh FUCK!  That was unbelievable!"

Collapsing down on me, I could feel the pounding of her heart.  Running 
my hands over her back, I let Marty come down from her high.

Grabbing my ears in each hand, Marty stared into my eyes. "Do you have 
any idea what that felt like?" she stammered.

"No, my love but it sure was great being part of it." was my honest 
answer.

"What did you call me?

"My love.  Why?"

"Do you?"

"Have for months now.  I couldn't tell you because I thought it might 
mess things up at work."

"So that's why you went to these lengths when I called you this 
afternoon?"

"No...not entirely.  it was also because you called me Babe.  That's 
very special to me, Marty.  Just like you are."

"Special?  Well, I have something special for you!  Except I don't think 
I can move."

Holding her loosely in arms, I started to chuckle. This magnificent 
woman, this wondrous female had nothing more to give me.  I'm not 
entirely altruistic.  But if you can't fuck, then any man would want his 
partner to have the most glorious come possible.

In the wavering light of the candles in Marty's bedroom, I knew that, 
truly, I had not expected all of this to happen.  I was the one who had 
received the gift.  To be part of the entire evening was more than 
enough.  To have initiated and to be part of her thundering orgasm, that 
was a true lover's reward.

But Marty was not done yet.




"I'd like to wash my face but I have a better idea.  Why don't we have a 
shower?" I asked her.

"You're on!"

The soothing hot water didn't have its normal calming effect.  There was 
a lot of woman to lather, and rinse and stroke.  Marty was equally 
attentive to making sure all my body parts were squeaky clean.

Standing in the steamy bath room, I would never again look at Marty as 
purely a business woman.  Taking turns, we patted each other dry.  
Standing behind her, I reached for her hands.  Looking over her 
shoulder, I watched our faint reflection in the mirror as I rubbed her 
hands against her breasts.

Together, we walked back into her bedroom.

Throwing the beach towel into her hamper, Marty bent over to straighten 
the sheets on her bed.  I couldn't resist cupping the lips of her vulva 
as they peeked out between her legs.  Marty couldn't resist moving 
herself back against my hand.

"G," Marty swung around until she was sitting, cross-legged on the bed.  
"How do you want it?"

Looking at the impish look that took years away from her, I ran my 
forefinger down her jaw.  "We talked about that, didn't we?"

"But we never finished and, from the look of your little head, he hasn't 
finished either."

So, what do we use?  Saran Wrap?  Doesn't work, I know," as she joined 
my laughter.

"No, we use these."  Saying this, Marty opened the drawer to her bed 
side table.  "You might have forgotten them; I didn't."  Triumphantly, 
she held up a box of condoms.

"Hey," I exclaimed.  "My favourite brand!"

"Are they really?"

"Well, no.  But they'll work, won't they?"

"Yeah...and they taste nice too!"

Trust an expert to cover all the senses.  Marty pulled me over by the 
most available part and stripped the wrapping off one of the condoms.

"I'd like you to come in my mouth but that's for later, for some other 
time.  Tonight, you can have me any other way."

"Oh - ho," I thought.  "Later."  That promised more than I thought 
likely when that guy downstairs wished me "Good Luck."

There's something awfully sensuous about a lover putting a condom on 
you.  Much stroking first, little kisses up and down, fingernails 
running through your pubic hair to tickle your scrotum.  I saw her mouth 
open as she bent her head to my penis, and then close.

"Later."

"Later," she agreed.  "Come.  Lay down on the bed and let me pleasure 
you."

I didn't need a second invitation.

Marty began leaving a trail of kisses up my left leg.  As she extended 
her upper body towards my chest, she gently swung her breast over my 
legs and groin.  It didn't take long for this friction to harden her 
nipples.  I looked up at her face, as she settled her legs down on 
either side of me.

Marty's pelvis ran her labia along my condom covered penis.  Leaning 
closer, she offered one hard pointed breast to my lips.  I sucked in her 
nipple.  Gently holding the nipple with my lips and teeth, I milked the 
ivory flesh of her breast as if I were really suckling.  Having 
tenderized that teat, I switched to the other.

Marty's eyes were closed as she sank down onto me.  Her hip movements 
were becoming more insistent as her labia opened up and the friction 
stimulated her clitoris.  A couple of times, the head of my penis would 
bump against her pubic arch.  Once, it was about to enter her vagina but 
Marty shifted enough so she could continue rubbing me with the 
lubrications of her arousal.  By then, my hips were moving back and 
forth as well.

Marty opened her eyes.  "G."

"Yes, love."

"It's time for you to come."

"Good.  Because a few more swipes like that and this card's tapped out."

Marty flexed her pelvis and magically scooped me inside her.  Sitting 
more erect, Marty placed her hands on my chest.  We both paused, 
savouring the feeling of our joining.

"This is going to be good, G."

Kneading her fingers through the hair on my chest, Marty lifted up and 
simultaneously squeezed my penis in her vagina.  Relaxing her internal 
pressure, Marty dropped back down.  Wiggling her hips, she brushed her 
clitoris against the root of my penis.

Lifting again, she repeated the same sequence.  "Hold onto me," she 
instructed.

I placed my hands where her hips bulged out on the downstroke.  My 
thumbs mimicked her movement, up her abdomen when she lifted, down when 
she descended.

Her pace began to pick up as she fucked my penis deeper into her.  When 
she bottomed out, Marty began to squirm around almost as if her clitoris 
wasn't getting enough stimulation.  At the top of the next stroke, I 
moved my left hand to her buttocks and tried to hold her there.  I was 
very close.

My right hand moved to the front of her abdomen, pressing into her and 
allowing me to stroke her clitoris with my thumb.  I was now pressing 
her towards me, from behind while exerting an equal force, away from me, 
with my right hand.

Marty began to tremble so I began rubbing around the base of her 
clitoris.  As my thumb moved faster, I couldn't wait any longer.  I 
started to come and let her slam down onto me, still stimulating her 
clitoris.  This time, I could watch her come as the orgasm rippled 
through her.  With a part moan, part groan and part scream, Marty let 
her orgasm take over.

The mouth of her vagina was so tight on me that each pulse of my own 
ejaculation rebounded, building both of us higher.

No, I didn't shoot enough ejaculate to blow up the condom like a 
balloon.  I do think that I passed out for a few seconds though.

The sound of our breathing must have made interesting hearing in the 
next apartment.  It took forever for both of us to catch our breath and 
begin to slow our heartbeats.  I really hadn't expected such a hard come 
from Marty.  This was going to be one challenging woman to stay even 
with.

"God damn, Marty.  Do you know how good that felt?" I echoed her earlier 
question.

Blinking her eyes open, Marty looked down at the smile on my face.  
"Next time, I give you the back rub."


The End


Thank you for taking the time to read to the end.  I would appreciate 
hearing your reactions.  As I said at the start, "The Back Rub" is my 
first story.   Your input will help.  Please tell me a little about 
yourself (first name and age, for starters).  This will help gauge the 
readership for my stories.

You can E-mail me at:   gsmith@hotmail.com

February 1998

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