Maude Squad
For some reason, Maude always felt a little tingle when Jason, the summer help at the grain mill and feed store waited on her. On the way there, she would concoct errands for him so she could admire his tall muscular physique. Maybe something off the top shelves so she could admire his ripped torso, muscular legs and cute little butt? Before graduation, Jason had been a star quarterback, homecoming king and Mr. July in the annual School Hunk calendar the cheer squad sold to raise money for the FFA. He was now well on his way toward veterinary school, filling the tuition gaps at the sports medicine clinic as a trainer and masseuse. His summers were spent loading farm trucks, stacking grain sacks, and cheerfully waiting on his fan club of middle age giggling housewives.
"Yes, ma'am," Jason grinned handing Maude the straw hat from the top of the shelf, "I'm sure your husband 'll like this one. These don't wilt when the sweat starts running." Maude imagined a rivulet of sweat rolling between his firm tan pecs, bouncing over his cut abs, and disappearing into his 501 Levis. Oh, sweet Jesus. Maude steadied herself. "I think that will make his day.
"Jason, Judy at the hair place says you are a certified masseuse now, that true?" Maude asked slyly.
"Gotta pay the bills...besides, it sure beats buckin' bales and grain sacks." He grinned flexing his biceps, "But it does keep me in shape."
Maude gave his physique a slow assessment while giving Jason a sly smile. Judy said she had "
thoroughly
" enjoyed his out-call services, and she hadn't seen the shy side of 250 pounds since Clinton was in the Whitehouse. "Well, I would certainly enjoy that. Would it be OK if Bill was there...watching?"
Jason looked her square in the eyes, "Sure, some guys are a little wary about me putting my hands all over their naked wife."
Maude liked his straight-forward, no BS style. Placing her hands on her (still) shapely hips she admired the man in front of her. This might just be what the doctor ordered she thought. "I'm game, let's see what the old man thinks. Do I call you here?"
Jason handed Maude a glossy business card with his phone, email and a slightly risqué line drawing of a very happy woman. Jason just winked.
"Bill, you remember that boy that played quarterback a couple years ago?" Maude asked casually over a steaming cup of breakfast coffee.
"Jason, something? He was all everybody talked about until he got hurt. I thought I saw him at the mill the other day." Bill replied.
"That's the one, works there in the summer. Hoping to get into Physical Therapy school."
"Damn, that's as tough as Med School."
"Well, Jason has a side gig...outcall massage."
Bill stroked his chin beard for a moment...."and?"
"Well, you remember the fun we had in Jamaica with.... oh, shoot, I can't recall his..."
"Roberto!" Bill said with a Caribbean accent and flourish.
"Yes, but you kept calling him 'Humongo'...that's why I can never remember his name." She swatted Bill with her dishcloth.
"The guy was hung like a plow horse, and you can't remember his name?"
"I didn't have his
name
shoved in every hole I own, dear," She leered.
"True dat," Bill laughed. "I'm sensing a plan is in the works. What'd your grandma always say? 'don't shit where you eat.?"
"About that, he seems to be very professional, discrete, and he really doesn't live here except during the summer."
"Got it all worked out?" He asked.
Maude just smiled and winked at her husband.
Maude stood in front of the closet mirrors, a short cotton shift in one hand, a more business-like smock in the other, "Oh damn Bill, what should I wear?"
Bill laughed, took both, hung them in the closet and handed her a lightweight robe. "You're getting a massage, not going dancing, dear."
Maude rolled her eyes, "Jesus, this is like prom night all over."
Bill grabbed Maude by the shoulders and looked deep into her eyes, "Dear. Relax. You are a beautiful woman who just spent two hours, shaving, bathing, and getting yourself ready like it's Prom Night."
"Oh God, don't say that. That asshole at the tuxedo place charged you $50 extra for the cum stains!"
That broke the tension, they laughed as Maude slipped into the robe.
"I love you; Jason will love you." Bill kissed her warmly. Maude felt the dampness between her legs begin.
The doorbell rang.
"Well, here we go, I'll help him get set up then holler for you." Bill laughed as he headed for the door.
When Maude entered the living room, she wasn't sure this was still her home. The furniture had been moved. The lights turned low. A sturdy massage table took center stage beneath the chandelier lamp. Bill had moved his lounge chair to the corner by the TV where he relaxed, sipping on a bourbon, waiting for the show to begin.
Jason stood by the table his bulging biceps crossed over his chest. He motioned Maude forward. Swallowing hard she stepped forward, the robe parting to her hip letting Jason know she was ready for this. He reached out to her, tugging the sash then lifting the robe from her. Maude stood naked before a man she had never seen anywhere but in public. Jason slowly appraised her body, lifting each breast, feeling their weight. He nodded approvingly at her trim waist and smiled at the baby smooth mons that was now glistening with her desire. He turned her around, feeling the muscles of her shoulders, then worked his hands down her back. Maude glanced over to Bill who had a huge grin on his face.
Jason's hands found her bottom, which he squeezed with both hands, parting them then letting them fall.
Maude was feeling like the prize heifer at a 4H auction, standing buck naked before the bidders who were admiring her for her raw sexuality, whispering comments to their neighbors about her tits, her ass, her legs, her ability to breed. Juices were running down her legs now.
Maude appraised Jason. He wore a pair of white cotton shorts that struggled to contain his rising erection. His chest was wrapped in a muscle shirt and although he worked there, his tan wasn't farmer issue. Maude reached forward and ran her fingers over Jason's chest, feeling the strength in his pecs, the ripples of his abdomen. Jason picked her up and gently laid her face down on the table. He grabbed a modesty towel, but she waived him off. She wanted, needed to be on full display as he worked her body. Let him see how aroused she was now, and how blazing hot she would be soon enough.
The first 30 minutes were pure massage heaven, no sexuality, just tired muscles being teased, stretched, mashed and manipulated until they yielded to Jason's touch and became putty in his hands. As Maude surrendered to the therapy, her breathing quickened as Jason's hands touched her in ways that kindled her desire. Jason slipped an arm under her neck and another between her legs then she was airborne, floating in his arms then landing softly on her back. Her breasts sagged to each side, but her nipples grasped for the ceiling. Her legs refused modesty, knees splaying open, revealing her freshly manicured pussy, soaked in the juices of her desire.
Jason smiled at how wet she was. He held up a tube of lube, "We won't be needing this," he chuckled and tossed it to Bill who had unzipped his jeans and was slowly stroking his cock.
Maude was having an out of body experience, fueled by the massage and raging lust. She looked down upon herself, laid out on the table like a specimen for anatomy students. Jason pulled her legs further apart and ran his fingers softly down her crease, clitoris to anus for the students or button to butt for the farmers. She gasped as a digit stopped on her puckered hole. Drenching his finger in her juices, he probed the opening, just enough to get the first knuckle inside. For a moment, modesty and tradition hollered "Wait a freaking moment!" Then lust took the reins, and she pushed against Jason's hand, swallowing more of his finger, then three then three as he explored the inner lining of rectum. Maude was glad she had flushed herself out, she loved ass play and Jason seemed to agree. Feeling her desire rising, Maude fumbled with one hand until she reached Jasons shorts and gave them a tug.
Oh, my freaking god, Maude gasped, Jason's massive penis wasn't yet fully erect, but was already 10 inches long and she couldn't get her hand all the way around. A gush of juice erupted between her legs (pure unbridled lust or nature's self-defense?). The shouting match in her head between her clitoris and the hole it ruled was deafening; "It'll never fit, It HAS TO fit, It Won't Go in! I'll never take it out!"
Now even Bill was paying attention, leaning forward in his chair, his own cock completely ignored. The animal lust on Maude's face was somewhere between abject terror and that look a leopard gets right before she catches the gazelle and rips it guts out. He leaned forward, to not miss any part of the show.
"Some women have difficulty with that," Jason nodded toward Maude's hand slowly stroking his dick, "we should take this slow and easy."
Maude shot Jason a stern look, "We'll take it easy on my ass, right now I want that huge dick in my cunt. I want you to fuck my brains out and leave me limp. Did you bring a rubber?"
Jason nodded and pulled a large foil package out of his back pocket. "Stroke me some more so that it is fully erect."
Maude's eye widened? "It's not?"
Jason smiled and unfurled the condom. Maude worked her magic, then took the rubber and began rolling it down the shaft, almost licking her lips in the process.
"Holy Shit," Bill laughed out loud, "Maude, that's the same look you had on your face when Doc Watson pulled on those arm gloves to turn around Bessy's breach calf!" She would've flipped him off, but both hands were busy. Jason laughed.
"Ok, here comes the fun part," Jason picked Maude up, held her close then laid down on the table with Maude now on top, facing him. "You're light as a feather."
"Tell that to the old man.' Maude joked, nodding toward Bill.
"You know what to do now, bring your feet and legs up so you can control how fast and deep you're comfortable with."
Maude was a step ahead already. Her rear in the air, balanced on the table, she guided Jason's large head to her vagina, rubbing it all around to get her juices flowing, she could feel the stream dripping off her butthole. Ready or not, she groaned and sat down on the fully erect cock. Her mind flashed back to their wedding night, Maude was a virgin, Bill was gentle but she... no this was nothing like that. Once she had constipation for two weeks and when she finally crapped it had torn her a new one, as they say...but not like this. She and Bill never had kids, so some say that childbirth is like this. But this wasn't a sterile room full of strangers trying to yank a human out of her cooch. This was a horny cowgirl trying to drive a fencepost to her spleen.
"Good job, Maude," Jason said in a soothing voice, "You've got about a third in."
"Holy Fuck, a third? Why I never...uh..oh shit." Maude was trampled by her first orgasm, totally focused on her discomfort, her body said, "Bring it on!" In the throes of coming, another third slid into her.
By now, Bill was out of his chair and at the foot of the table watching Jason's shaft being fed to his wife's pussy like a giant carrot to a mule. Her lips spasmed (munched?) as her ass rocked up and down.
By now, Maude was convinced that she had somehow been split from her rectum to her navel. But her libido was driving the machine, and her ass wagged up and down as more and more of Jason entered her. Her bowels moved aside, kidneys hid behind her stomach, the gigantic head pushed higher until finally she felt his balls brush against her butt."
