Mr. E. (Scaled Back)

"If you are unable to see you will be more apt to concentrate on what you are feeling, and therefore have a deeper more fulfilling massage experience," he answered.

After she had the mask firmly in place and had lain her head back down, Trent went to place a pair of headphones around her ears.

"What are you doing now," she asked?

"Shush, no talking. Just relax and trust me. I promise you won't regret It." he said as he gently guided her back down on the table.

After he started the relaxation CD Becky could neither see nor hear anything that Trent was about to do. This was important, as it would allow her to fully concentrate on the sensations that she was about to experience.

He started off by lifting her left hand and gently brushing it against his tender lips. Next he let his fingertips dance lightly across her back causing her to shiver slightly as goose bumps began to form in their wake. Lubricating his hands with his favorite scented massaging oil, Trent focused on her neck and shoulders, kneading away the tightness of her overworked muscles like a baker preparing the dough for his finest homemade creation. He let the tips of his fingers trail all the way to the center of her spine, stripping her muscles of their excess supply of tension, leaving them loose and limber, rather than tight and unyielding.

His goal was to relax away the stress which latched itself upon her body like a parasite feeding off of the negative energy caused by having to deal with the problems of everyday life. Only then could he properly buildup her sexual arousal to the point where she would experience ultimate ecstasy. Trent let his hands run down her back eventually meeting up with the towel she had placed there. Choosing to let it remain in place, at least for the moment, he merely skipped on over it as he worked his way down to her calves. Lowering his head, he bent forward and placed a kiss upon the ultrasensitive space behind her right knee. This elicited a gasp from Becky, as her body convulsed slightly at the unexpected gesture. After applying another healthy dose of oil to his hands, he gently lifted her left foot off of the table and began to lightly caress its many nerve endings, placing Becky in a very relaxed frame of mind. After repeating his efforts on her right foot, Trent let the backs of his hands swim up her legs eventually bringing them into contact with her towel covered hips. He placed his hands on her waist and messaged her calves through the towel, before finally removing it leaving her exposed flesh at his mercy. He leaned forward and once again brought his lips to the back of her knee, only to let his tongue trail upward along the side of her thigh on course to her lower back. Once there he reversed direction letting his tongue tease its way back down her body, coming oh so close, but never quite made contact with her sensitive pelvic region.

By now Becky was squirming about on the table fighting to remain still, as the urgency to be touched seemed to intensify exponentially with every passing moment. Finally relenting to her desires Trent placed his hands upon her buttocks squeezing them slightly before gently spreading her legs apart allowing himself access to her inner thighs. Using the index fingers of each hand he placed them between her legs moving them in a seesaw motion, caressing her inner and outer labia's. He continued teasing her vulva and tickling her anus with the tips of his fingers, while he leaned forward to run his lips up and down the base of her spine. After she began thrashing around like a fish out of water, he placed his arms under her body and helped her roll over onto her back. With her front now completely exposed, he suddenly had a whole new playground upon which to explore.

Trent started the second phase of Becky's massage by lowering his mouth to hers allowing their tongues to tango, each trying to outstep the other. He then gently ran his fingers down her face across her neck and over her shoulders ever so lightly brushing against the sides of her breasts. Leaning forward he placed his hungry lips on her right nipple gently tickling it with his tong. Slowly, he began to suck on it like a piece of fruit desperately trying to extract its entire sweet flavor into his anxiously awaiting mouth. Not wanting her other breast to become jealous of the attention he was paying to its sister, Trent reached over to gently pinch, fondle and caress her left nipple. After spending a significant amount of time alternating his attention between her bosoms, he let his tongue trail down her body pausing briefly to tease her navel before descending towards her pubic region. Everything up to this point had been a mere appetizer. Trent loved cunnings. Performing oral sex gave him a special thrill, as his talented tongue could be used as a tool to ignite his partners' arousal. Deciding to tease her for just a while longer he spread her legs further apart and licked all around her pelvic area deliberately avoiding the labia of her vulva and her g-spot, literally driving her mad with pent-up sexual pine.

Quickly becoming overpowered with lust Becky kept trying to lunge forward in a desperate effort to establish contact between her citreous and Trent's' searing tongue. Being slow to comply, Trent continued to tease her, until finally having enough of his tormenting, she reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair forcing his head towards her intended destination. Once the connection was made it was not to be severed until he was thoroughly convinced that she had achieved orgasmic bliss far beyond the likes of any of her past experiences. Only then would he be assured of permanently embedding himself in her mind forever dooming her to compare her past and future sexual encounters with the one he was giving her tonight. Although it might have been a bit callous of him to do this, Trent had fantasized about this moment for far too long to allow a golden opportunity such as this to pass him by.

Trent attacked her vulva with the thirst of a dehydrated man crawling aimlessly through a barren desert desperately searching for that stream of lifesaving water and praying that it turned out anything but a the optical illusion of a sunstroke mirage. He sucked; licked, kissed and fingered her through so many orgasms she that she was eventually unable able to distinguish when one ended and another began. Becky alternated between pleadings with Trent to quit, and begging him to continue as her body accelerated towards the point where she could no longer handle any further stimulation. Trent was unaccustomed to having women pass out on him, as he normally didn't take his partners arousal to the level that he brought Becky to. Carefully lifting her seemingly lifeless body off the table he gently carried her across the hall and lightly set her between the already pulled down sheets of his king size bed. Stripping down to his boxer shorts he crawled in next to her and patiently waited for her to recover consciousness.

Becky awoke to the feeling of subtle kisses being planted upon her face, neck and breast. With the eye mask and headphones now gone she was finally able to focus on the face that had brought her more pleasure then she knew a human was capable of experiencing.

"What happened," she asked?

"You just fainted, that's all. It occurs sometimes when the body gets overstimulated," Tent replied.

"Wow, I have never had that happen to me before," she said.

"Well I usually try and avoid reaching the point where my partners pass out on me. I guess that I was just so excited to finally be doing those things with you, that I went a little overboard in my seduction. I will try not to let it happen again," he told her.

"The hell you won't. I loved it. If you want me as a girlfriend, then you had better make damn sure I spend a good portion of my life recovering from what did you call it, overstimulation," she replied.

"I'll do my best; although as you become more used to experiencing multiple orgasms, fainting will occur less frequently," he warned.

"Just so long as you keep trying," she replied.

"Speaking of trying, are you ready for a bit more action, or are you done for tonight," he asked?

"You don't honestly think you can wear me out that easy do you," she asked?

Instead of verbally responding to her question, Trent leaned over and captured her mouth with his, their tongues tangling in a weave of passion. Due to their unplanned hiatus, he had to once again bring Becky back to the point of sexual arousal where she would derive the most benefit from their forthcoming coupling. Although she had expressed interest in reciprocating Trent's oral display of affection, he begged off claiming that there would be plenty of time for that later in the week. With his lips on her clit, and his middle finger pistoling itself within her walls it didn't take long for moisture to once again begin to flood her passage, paving the way for something longer, thicker and much harder to fill in the gap left by his exiting digit. After removing his boxers, Trent tore open the condom wrapper and began to roll it down the length of his shaft. Becky looked on in anxious anticipation, trying to imagine exactly what it would feel like to have Trent's massive tool stretching her tight opening. He suggested they use the cow girl position, which would allow her to control the speed and depth of their pending union. She appreciated this gesture; as she had never before experienced anything close to his size enter her body. As she began her decent upon his flag pole, Becky could feel the head of his penis separating her thankfully well lubricated labia's, as it squeezed its way through her tiny passage stimulating her g-spot. Even though she was the one in charge it certainly didn't feel that way, as her nerve endings kept sending indecisive signals to her brain ranging from pain and discomfort to fulfillment and bliss. His dick, though large and a bit intimidating held the key to erotic pleasure the likes of which she had never before even come close to experiencing. Once she was fully impaled by his massive girth, Becky started to bounce ever so lightly, slowly allowing herself time to become accustom to his invading member.

To Trent this exquisite feeling was just a prelude to what lies ahead. Her vulva though tight and almost unyielding created a pressure pocket that stimulated his penis triggering a conduction of energy that seemed to pass through every fiber of his body. Even the slightest possible movement would generate a wave of ecstasy that seemed to engulf his senses threatening to drown any of the apprehensive feelings he might still be harboring, allowing him the freedom to express his love in its purest physical form.

As Becky's vulva morphed itself to better accommodate Trent's package, she was able to increase her speed, forcing the base of his cock in and out of her at an accelerated pace. The head of his dick of course remained safely nestled inside of her fondling the sensitive nerve filled tissues buried deep within the most isolated regions of her lower body. In an effort to maximize their mutual pleasure, Trent would simultaneously raise and rotate his pelvic region every time she lowered herself down upon him sending what felt light a bolt of electricity through her G spot.

At this point Becky, who had already experienced two massive orgasms, along with a seemingly endless array of micro spasms, appeared to be no longer capable of maintaining the level of energy required to sustain their current degree of love making. Sensing this Trent suggested that they alternate positions, relieving her of the stress of being on top, while allowing him the opportunity to take on a more aggressive stance in their coupling. After about ten minutes in this new position, Trent felt like a rodeo star, struggling to stay atop a bouncing Becky who, while riding her third and by far most powerful tsunami of an orgasm, was bucking about like a wild stallion in the heat of a summers passion. Unable to postpone his own ejaculation any longer, the young doctor lunged forward burying his cock deep within the valley of her overworked vulva projecting a stream of boiling hot sperm engulfed in cum against the walls of his surprisingly still intact condom, igniting yet another orgasmic blast of unabridged ecstasy from the body of his newly christened lover, and sending the pair thrashing about with such a force that they literally fell off of the bed landing on the thankfully heavily padded carpeted floor of his bedroom. After reassuring one another that neither was seriously injured in the fall, the two lovers remained on the floor an additional five minutes laughing heartily at how they ended up in their present location. Once comfortably reassembled back beneath the covers of Trent's bed, the pair began to discuss the new dimensions of their relationship.

"So Becky, how did I stack up against your previous lovers," he asked fighting unsuccessfully to hold back a smile?

"You damn well know that was the best sex I ever had asshole. By the way, what did you think of my performance? Did I meet all your expectations," she asked?

"Well almost," Trent replied with a smirk.

"What the fuck do you mean almost," she questioned in a huff.

"In my fantasies you always wore that short little cheerleading outfit I loved seeing you in," he answered.

"I sort of had a hunch about that, so I decided to pack it in with my regular cloths. If you're really lucky I might be persuaded to give you a private demonstration of my latest routine," she teased.

"All kidding aside honey, the sex was amazing, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want something more.

I need to know if I have any chance what so ever of winning your heart," he asked sincerely.

"Well let's just say that you have a better shot at doing that than I had of getting a scholarship before you intervened," she answered.

"Those aren't very good odds," he said dejectedly.

"You beat them once," she reminded him.

"I had help," he responded.

"And now you'll have me, at least for the next week anyway. Who knows, if things work out maybe I'll just decide to move here permanently. I'm sure that hospital you work in could use a good nurse," she said.

"Boy, in town for just one day and already you're trying to not only invade my home, but my place of employment as well," he teased.

"I work fast," Becky replied flirtatiously.

"Well in that case, may I inquire as to what you have planned for us the rest of this week," he wanted to know?

With a mischievous smile she replied, "That my dear Trent remains my Mr. E."