[MF] I Got My Prostate Massaged by My Step-Sisters Best Friend

We returned from our Spring break trip safe and sound physically, but emotionally I could feel the growing rift between Rena and I. Even though we tried our best to keep it quiet, Rena had heard the screams of pleasure from the foursome between Chelsea. Brooke, Macy, and I. Rena had gotten over the fact that I was sleeping with Chelsea, but she was content to go along with it when it was just one of her friends, but now that it's become essentially her whole friend group, I could feel the distance once again.

A couple days had passed since we got back from our trip. I was folding some laundry when I received a text from Brooke:

"Hey! I just got a new massage table, could you help me move out the old one and set-up this one?"

"Yea, for sure! :)"

"Great, cum by tonight!"

"Come* Oops ;)"

That's pretty much all I needed to know. I finished up my laundry and got ready to head over to Brooke's.

I arrived at Brooke's house very eager to 'help'. I walked in her house and found Brooke dressed in casual attire. She had on tight black leggings that accentuated her voluptuous curves, highlighting her round bubble butt. She also had on a crop top, revealing her cute tummy and midriff.

"Oh, hey!" Brooke called out.

She ran over to me for a hug. By the way her boobs jiggled with each stride you could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She wrapped her arms around me with a warm welcome, her breasts pressing into my chest. I held her back tightly, we stood in the doorway holding eachother for a bit.

"I missed you." Brooke finally spoke up.

"I was so disappointed that I didn't win the game, I really wanted to hold out for your cock."

"Well, you have me all to yourself now."

I leaned in to kiss her. Brooke reciprocated and our lips met in a passionate embrace. I ran my hands up her waist, lifting her shir—

"Not just yet," Brooke pulled away, taking my hands off of her, "we have to work first."

Well, you can't fault a guy for trying.

"Alright, let's get that table."

We went into the spare bedroom and retrieved the old massage table, bringing back memories of Brooke emptying my tank all over it. I started to pop a bit of a chub from the thought.

"Ok," Brooke started, "Let's bring in the new one!"

We got the new table, lifting it together. I could see the clear outline of Brooke's phat ass as she squatted down to lift. I pictured her squat fucking me on the new table. I prayed that is what would follow. We brought the new table into the bedroom and set it up.

"Awesome, fits the room well." Brooke commented. "Thanks for helping out!"

"No problem! I just can't help but wonder, these tables weren't that heavy and you're a very capable girl. Couldn't you have moved these yourself?"

"Yea, I know," Brooke winked at me, "I just wanted an excuse for you to come over."

"Hahaha fair enough."

"So.. Should we break it in?" Brooke asked me, longingly.

"You know, all that lifting," I began to shake out my legs, feigning an injury, "really did a number on my legs. I could really use a massage."

"Oh, of course. I need to repay my top mover in some way, right?"

I stripped down to my boxers and laid on the table face down. Brooke brought out the body oil and applied some to her hands. She started with my calves, rubbing in circles, kneading the knots from the muscles.

"Wow, you do seem a bit tense down here."

"Right?" I replied.

Brooke worked her way up to the back of my thighs and began to rub my hamstrings. The feel of her hands on my upper legs sent the blood rushing to my cock. I could feel myself starting to grow, my cock head pressing against the table. Brooke continued to work on my hamstrings, her touch was magic. I could feel the tension leaving my body with each squeeze of her fingers.

"My quads are feeling pretty tight too." I remarked.

"Well, let's flip you over."

I turned over to my back and exposed a full tent pitched in my underwear.

"Oh yeah, I can really see some tension there." Brooke giggled. "I can help with that."

Brooke started on my quads, squeezing and pulling. Her hands slowly climbed my thighs, drifting closer and closer to my package with each pass. She kneaded my thigh meat like she had a dozen orders of doughnuts to get out ASAP. Eventually, her hands reached my groin.

"I'm afraid these are just in the way."

Brooke grabbed my boxers and pulled them down, exposing my erect cock to the elements. Brooke rubbed my inner thigh, her thumbs grazing against my ballsack. My dick was hungry for her touch. She ran her hands over my pubes and brought her hands back to my undercarriage, brushing her fingers on my shaft. She cupped my balls and rolled my testicles in her fingers. I began to grip the sides of the table.

"Hey, I've shown you mine, can I see yours?" I asked.

"That's fair."

Brooke removed her crop top, my suspicions were correct, out plopped her beautiful bare breasts. Brooke then mounted me on the table. She bent over so that our eyes were level, her breasts hanging majestically in my view. Brooke pressed her hips into mine and began to grind. Her leggings were so tight that I could feel the outline of her pussy lips running over my cock head through the fabric.

"Oh fuck." I moaned.

"You like this?"

"So much. Keep going."

Brooke continued to work her hips on my cock, rubbing her labia up and down my shaft. I reached up and grabbed her boobs. I began to give a massage of my own, squeezing and caressing her magnificent tits. My fingers worked on her nipples, stroking them softly. Brooke let out a soft moan.

Then, she stood up and went and grabbed more oil. She rubbed it into her palms and then grabbed the base of my shaft. Brooke started to stroke my throbbing cock. She ran her hands up and down the length of my rock hard member from base to head. Her hands felt so smooth on my cock. Brooke took her thumb and gently rubbed circles on my sensitive head. I started to squirm on the table from her touch, the pleasure was getting to be unbearable. Brooke stuck out her tongue and dabbed it on my tip, she gave a few licks before stroking again. She began a rhythm of a stroke followed by a press of her tongue on my cock. I was writhing in pleasure at this point. Just when I thought she wouldn't stop, Brooke pulled away.

"Get on your knees." She commanded.

I agreed and turned over onto my knees. I waved my ass in the air as my cock dangled below. Brooke got some more oil. She used one hand to lubricate my cock, stroking downward, like she was extracting milk from and udder. She then lubricated her finger on her other hand and stuck it into my awaiting asshole. I tensed my glutes as she entered, but relaxed as I got used to her touch. She fingered my anus while stroking me. My cock growing stiffer and stiffer in her hands. Her fingers rubbed against my prostate, and she began to massage it. I was putty in her hands, my back was fully arched, pressing my ass into her. Her strokes became faster and more aggressive. I could feel the semen building in my loins. Each stroke brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I was at the breaking point, the familiar wave of euphoria washed over me, my balls clenched and my cock flexed.

"Holy fuuuck!!" I cried out.

A warm rush of semen coursed through my pulsing cock. I erupted with Brooke's hand firmly on my cock, shooting a load onto the table below.

Splat Splat Splat

I painted the new massage table with an off-white coat of paint as I shot rope after rope onto the solid surface, the audible sound of my cum connecting with the table. Brooke kept stroking, intending to milk every last drop out of my cock. A few more shots of cum sprayed out of my dick, adding to the mess. Finally, my taint stopped convulsing and only a few more dribbles leaked out of my tip. I laid there catching my breath.

Brooke leaned in and sucked the cum off of the table and then took my cock in her mouth to polish off what was left on my dick.

"Well, we christened the new table." Brooke giggled. "But, the session's not done."