XVIII

As it happened, Adriana took a bit of convincing to attend a session with the masseur. Paula had dropped him into the conversation as subtly as possible, merely saying that it was the best massage she’d ever received and that she was staring down the face of an injury withdrawal before he worked his magic on her.

Thinking that Paula was a gold-star lesbian, as she was, Adriana never suspected that Paula and the masseur had had intercourse. She knew that Juanita (the other member of the massage team) was a lesbian, but she’d never had the pleasure of making love to her. Word had it that she made it an absolute rule not to mix business with pleasure. No tennis player Adriana knew had ever made it with her.

After her win in her third-round match, Paula got a message from Jack. He and Chrissie had officially separated and divorce proceedings had already been started. Jack said he’d talk with Paula later, but personally he felt as if a weight had fallen from his shoulders. Jack had agreed to move to an apartment near their house, and as far as the twins were concerned he had full access to them.

Paula immediately wondered if her mother was in any way involved. Would she leave her husband Ryan, Paula’s dad, and move in with Chrissie? Or had Chrissie found someone else – someone younger perhaps? Jack told Paula that she was the only person he had told. This made Paula feel rather ambivalent: on the one hand, she was obviously special to him (and the feeling was mutual) but, on the other, she was concerned that he might start to lean on her too much – become a little clingy.

After Adriana had successfully come through her third-round match on the other side of the draw, she mentioned to Paula that she was suffering from a strain in her side and was seriously thinking of a visit to the physio’s room, to receive a massage from Juanita, if she was still around.

‘Why don’t we go together in about an hour after you’ve had time to recover, have an ice bath, take on some fluids, etc.?’ Paula suggested.

‘I already have an appointment with Juanita for 7.30,’ she added.

This wasn’t quite true, but it soon would be!

‘I’ll see if Gaspar is free and book you in,’ she added. ‘If he isn’t, you can have my slot.’

Adriana was touched by how friendly Paula was being with her.

‘She seems so much happier in herself these days,’ the Romanian thought. ‘Maybe we can spend time together after our sessions. I miss her sweet pussy so much!’

Rather than call the massage room, Paula walked over and told Juanita and Gaspar of her plan. She could see a look of disappointment in the black man’s eyes as he realised that it wouldn’t be Paula herself he would be servicing this time, but he reckoned all was not lost, as he could hardly see her being able to resist him when she witnessed how excited Adriana was becoming.

When Paula asked Juanita in Gaspar’s presence if she would be up for a little kissing and petting on the other table to get Adriana in the mood, she considered the proposal carefully before agreeing to play her part. If she was honest with herself, the idea of kissing this goddess was something that was already making her moist. The prospect of sucking on her breasts and licking her pussy was something that threatened to make her lose all self-control.

Paula arranged to meet up with Adriana in the players’ lounge and go over together. Paula had chosen something a little special for the evening – a maroon tank top and a nearly matching pair of yoga shorts. She had dispensed with underwear altogether.

Adriana, on the other hand, not wishing to lead the masseur on – especially given his reputation on the tour – had opted for her dowdiest looking clothes: an old sweatshirt, a T-shirt, shell-suit bottoms she’d had for ever and the most functional bra and knickers she possessed.

When they went to their respective tables, Adriana felt more than a twinge of envy. Although Juanita was a thoroughgoing professional when she was on duty, Adriana noticed that something about her was different.

‘Yes, that’s right! Her hair. She’s let it down. It’s always in a bun.’

When Adriana saw Paula remove her elastic band and shake her blonde tresses free, she felt more than a twinge of envy. She felt turned on; really turned on.

She wanted to suggest to Paula that they leave the room, but she couldn’t think of a suitable pretext, and while she was engaged in such thoughts, Gaspar had invited her to lie on her side on the table so he could work what he smugly called ‘his magic’ on her. The only magic Adriana wanted was the feeling of Paula’s soft tongue on her aching pussy.

‘It would be much more effective if you would remove your sweatshirt,’ Gaspar told Adriana with the tone of a doctor talking to his patient.

Adriana couldn’t see the harm in that, given she had so much other clobber on.

‘Oh! And the trainers,’ he added. ‘We’ve got to lose them too.’

Adriana duly took these off too, şişli escort leaving her in her grey ankle socks. She found that the way she was lying on the table in a type of foetal position meant that she couldn’t see Paula and Juanita. She nearly asked Gaspar if she could lie the other way on the table, but it wasn’t designed that way and she reckoned he wouldn’t agree to the idea anyway. She was keen to know what (if anything) the others were getting up to, even if Juanita was a dyke who loved playing hard to get.

Juanita must have been in her early 40s. She had long, dark (almost raven) hair, a full figure, flared hips and not a very well-defined waist. Her two greatest assets were her ass and her boobs, for which the word ‘curvaceous’ might have been invented.

Then, there were her lips, which were thick and sensuous, and which did a great job of setting off her larger than average mouth. Her straight, slightly upturned nose suited her no-nonsense personality perfectly, while her eyes were dark and full of light under her long eyelashes.

Adriana heard a low moan coming from across the room and craning her neck round saw that Paula had lost her top and was having her breasts kneaded by the Latina lesbian. Without asking Gaspar’s opinion, Adriana turned round on the bed so that she was facing the other pair. Gaspar, who seemed to be as engrossed in the action as his client, put up no objection. Had Adriana not been so preoccupied by what was happening on the adjoining table, she would have noticed that the black hunk’s cock was straining against the fabric of his white linen elastic waist pants.

Adriana was aflame with an ardour which was increasing with every passing second. As she watched Juanita descend upon Paula’s chest and start suckling at her breasts, without realising it, she dropped her hand to her pussy and began to rub herself through her shell-suit bottoms.

Gaspar, who had been told by both Juanita and Paula not to jump the gun, but to bide his time in the event that Adriana started to get horny, kept working on her obliques. He did see a window of opportunity, though, and didn’t want to miss it.

Very gently he addressed the Romanian lesbian.

‘How about we slip off this T? It will help me get deeper into your tissue.’

Immersed by what was going on three or four yards away, Adriana grunted her consent to Gaspar, even allowing him to remove the garment for her, as she raised her arms aloft. He winced involuntarily when he saw the beige padded bra, which looked as if it had been designed and manufactured in Soviet-era Romania, but soothed himself by picturing what he imagined to be her pencil-eraser nipples. In his experience, all women with small tits had large, jutting nipples. It must have been God’s way of compensating them.

The time it took for Adriana to lose her top was all the time it took for Juanita to peel off Paula’s cycling shorts and start eating her pussy. Almost immediately, the teenager began whimpering and squirming on her table. Adriana was of half a mind to join them. She’d love to double-team Paula by latching onto her tits or even rimming her asshole. Notwithstanding her desire to be where the lesbian action was, she stayed put, feeling the tension being released from her muscles under the skilful hands of her dreadlocked masseur.

‘I need to get into your serratus anterior,’ Gaspar told her.

So rapt was she in what was happening just a matter of feet away, she didn’t hear what Gaspar had said. She made a grunt to indicate that, and Gaspar repeated his words.

‘Okay,’ she said, not sure why he was telling her this.

As far as she was concerned, his job was to do what he had to do, not to give her a running commentary.

‘It would be easier if the bra straps weren’t in the way,’ he said, with a politeness almost bordering on deference.

Adriana didn’t seem to be attending closely to what he was saying. That was admittedly difficult to do when Paula was experiencing a coruscating orgasm. Adriana responded to this latest development by slipping her hand under the waistband of her retro trousers and frigging herself vigorously through her clunky knickers.

‘Perfect!’ thought Gaspar. ‘Now she will be plenty wet to receive my steel rod!’

Given the fact that she had put up no argument to this point about her bra straps, Gaspar unhooked the ugly bra and slipped it off her wiry body.

‘Ah!’ he crooned upon seeing her perky breasts. ‘Just as I thought. Her titties are fortified with veritable little battlements!’

He wasn’t into her serratus anterior for long before he moved onto her pectorals.

‘Yeah!’ she breathed in what Gaspar took as encouragement, her eyes still glued on the other table, where Juanita was now rimming Paula’s cute asshole.

‘That’s good. You can go deeper into my muscle tissue.’

Gaspar didn’t want to push his luck, so he used both hands to massage Adriana’s girlish tits without approaching beyoğlu escort her towering nipples. He didn’t really need to, in a way, since Adriana brought her spare hand to her right breast and began rubbing the towering nub. At the same time, she slipped her hands under her passion-killers and began to masturbate in earnest, her moans harmonising with Paula’s.

‘Would you like me to help you out of your shell suit?’ Gaspar asked. ‘You might find it more comfortable.’

Adriana nodded abstractedly and arched her back so the masseur could get the job done. Gaspar decided to kill two birds with one stone by going deep and tugging off the coarse beige knickers as well. Her ass was like a man’s – no, a boy’s – but in all important ways she was certainly very fuckable. Gaspar’s cock signalled its readiness for action by shifting about under his surgical-looking waist pants.

XIX

Clad only in her little grey socks, Adriana resembled a skinny lamb. A lamb which Gaspar was now determined to skewer. Paula and Juanita, seeing how aroused he had become and worried that he might ruin everything by moving too fast, looked at each other and communicated wordlessly. Slipping off the table, they headed to the other station. Juanita assumed responsibility for engaging Adriana in a French kiss, while Paula made a beeline for her pussy – but not before winking at Gaspar and mouthing the words, ‘Just preparing her for you!’

Gaspar stood there, it has to be said, a little confused and conflicted. The whole point of this liaison had been for the confirmed lesbo to experience her first cock, not for Paula and Juanita to indulge in three-way girl-on-girl action.

In lieu of anything else to do, he started stroking his penis. Little by little, his displeasure at being excluded from the action was first blended with, then all but replaced by, his arousal at being able to watch three women fucking each other. Anxious lest he might shoot his load, he stopped stroking himself and went and sat on the other table. If the women kept their word, then it wouldn’t be long before he was called into action.

This scenario was becoming more and more likely in view of the state Adriana was getting into. Juanita’s large mouth was almost devouring Adriana. Despite being engulfed by that fearsome weapon, the Romanian woman still somehow managed to make noise – quite a bit of it, even if you wouldn’t have been able to find the words in any dictionary.

Most of this was down to the fact that Paula wasn’t leaving anything on the court in terms of tonguing the older woman’s pussy. Notwithstanding the extraordinary lashing she was giving her, Gaspar felt he could have done an even better job.

‘She might possess the technique but she lacks passion, like all gringas,’ he observed.

Less than perfect or not, Paula’s attentions obviously worked for Adriana, as it wasn’t long before she was experiencing a series of debilitating orgasms.

‘Okay,’ Paula said, turning towards Gaspar. ‘Just remember what we said.’

Cued by Adriana’s orgasm, Juanita had unclamped her mouth from the tennis pro’s and had taken upon herself the job of talking to her and convincing her of the compatibility of being a lesbian and accepting cock. She knew it wouldn’t be easy at all. She only had to consider herself; she’d never be seen dead with a male chauvinist pig like this ugly bear of a man!

The key thing was to get the correct balance between stick and carrot. If the stick was Gaspar’s massive dick, then the carrot was obviously the two pussies that the brunette couldn’t wait to munch on.

‘Would you like to lick me out?’ Juanita asked her.

It was a no-brainer, of course.

‘I need to share something with you,’ she continued. ‘Can you keep a secret?’

‘Yes!’ Adriana shot back instantly.

‘I have a fetish. I need to see a woman sucking dick – preferably, black dick. Otherwise, I can’t come.’

‘No wonder she wouldn’t make out with the girls at previous tournaments!’ Adriana thought.

‘Well, um, okay…I guess,’ Adriana replied. ‘But I’d like to see you do it first. Otherwise, I’d have no clue.’

This was a development which Juanita and Paula certainly weren’t expecting. They exchanged quick glances but Juanita knew she couldn’t fob it off on Paula. Adriana was already suspicious about the way this session was panning out.

‘Of course,’ Juanita replied – wondering if Paula knew what a huge favour she owed her.

‘Here, let me help,’ said Paula, crouching down so she was in a position to lick his smooth balls – something which really gave her a kick.

It was some time after Paula got busy before Juanita was able to pluck up the courage to confront the jet black dick. One thing in her favour was that she had a large mouth. Not for nothing was she called the Julia Roberts of Guadalajara.

She decided to start at the beginning, with his bulbous head.

‘God! Yuck!’ she etiler escort cried out to herself. ‘The fucking thing’s leaking his jizz!’

‘Drink it, babe!’ he told her, picking up her hesitation, but mistaking her repulsion for shyness.

‘It’s full of vitamin A,’ he added – as if that would clinch it for her.

Seeking moral support, Juanita shot a glance at Paula. Paula smiled at her and nodded.

‘You’ll love the taste,’ she said. ‘Sweet and a little nutty.’

‘Bitch!’ the Mexican woman exclaimed inwardly.

Feeling like she had no choice if their plan were to succeed, she stuck her tongue out tentatively and taking a tiny sliver on the tip of her tongue drew it into her mouth and brought it to her taste buds. Paula wasn’t lying, the stuff tasted good. Forgetting herself, Juanita returned to the source and lapped up the remainder.

‘Told you babe!’ the incredibly annoying Afro-Mexican added.

‘Now slide your mouth down on my manhood. You’re in for the ride of your life!’

Unlike Paula, who’d seen it as mission impossible to handle his girth, Juanita, facing her first penis and uncertain of what par was, Juanita reckoned it would be a piece of cake to take him down her throat. In one easy movement, she slid her voluminous mouth down until she’d reached her destination, causing Paula to gasp in amazement and admiration.

She came back off him wondering what all the fuss about blowjobs was.

‘Bob up and down on it a bit,’ Paula said, wondering what effect the ease with which Juanita had managed to accommodate him would have on Adriana when she had to try the same manoeuvre.

‘Okay,’ said Juanita, who actually had enjoyed the sensation of having something like a popsicle in her mouth.

Using the kind of speed not usually associated with fellatio, Juanita took hold of his balls with one hand, used the other to feel the steely musculature of his abdomen and set off on her journey. Up and down she went at breakneck speed, accelerating until the inevitable happened.

Taken completely unawares – hopelessly unable to read the signs of his impending orgasm – Juanita found streams of cum being pumped down her throat.

Only when his dick had stopped juddering did she detach herself from him. Trickles of ejaculatate were running from both corners of her mouth. The rest she had already drunk.

‘I should really bottle it up and charge for it,’ said Gaspar. ‘I’d get top dollar for it.’

Ignoring his latest blast of narcissism, Juanita turned to Adriana and told her it was her turn. Paula wasn’t sure about this, as, if he came a second time while being blown, there was every chance that he’d have nothing left in the tank to give Adriana a good fucking with. And that, after all, was the whole purpose of the exercise.

Amazingly, the gold-star lesbian seemed keen to give it a go. While Gaspar was off in the bathroom cleaning himself up (and wearing out another mirror), Adriana asked Juanita where she should begin. This seemed a funny question, given that she’d just watched a demonstration, but Paula was quick to step in before Juanita said something cutting.

‘His balls are just amazing. Why don’t you start there? But remember, a man’s balls are incredibly sensitive.’

Gaspar re-entered the room with a spring in his step. He presented an unaccustomed sight to the women: a soft, floppy penis. Even flaccid, though, it still packed a punch, its length and girth put one in mind of a pony’s pride and joy. He stood beside his massage table and waited for Adriana to service him. In many ways, she was the least attractive of the three, but there was something elfin about her. She reminded him of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s – but without the class.

With mixed feelings, Paula looked on as Adriana knelt down as if in homage before Gaspar. She didn’t believe that she could make the big man come again so soon after his first climax, but in sex, as in tennis, as in life, you just never knew. As instructed, the Romanian started on his testicles, cradling his ball sac with great care, mindful of the advice she’d been given.

XX

From the moment her fingers touched his skin, Gaspar knew he was onto a winner. With a sensitivity which you wouldn’t have thought he possessed, he intuited that Adriana needed handling with kid gloves. He was absolutely convinced that she would be howling like a wolf when she was firmly impaled on his shaft, but for the moment it was very much a case of ‘Softly, softly, catchee monkey.’ He even encouraged her.

‘Yea, babe! That feels so good. You got magic in your fingers. You know that, don’t you?’

Adriana, who had developed a thick skin to cope with all that life had thrown at her, was actually a bit of a softie at heart. A little bit of praise could reap large dividends. After a couple of minutes cradling his balls and running her fingers round them as if she was trying to find the circumference, she moved onto the part that was always clamouring to be the centre of attention.

Already it was responding to her touch. She ran one finger along its length and watched enraptured as it spasmed just inches from her face. Next, she blew on its tip. When she saw how much Gaspar enjoyed it, she blew once more, then several times more. And still the thing kept growing.