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This story continues from Dick Girl Dylana. ASMR Masseuse. ASMR, autonomous meridian sensory response Hi everyone, I'm Dylana Masterson a teenage hermaphrodite she-male aged 18 and this is my story. Two years have passed by since I was a year 11 student at Hampstead's University College School having taken my GCSE exams, I stayed on through years 12 and 13 gaining my O and A levels in numerous subjects thus assuring myself of a place at a top university, however, I decided to wait taking one or two gap years before applying for a sports physiology degree course. At 18, I have become a stunningly attractive woman with movie star looks wearing gold coloured Harry Potter style round lens spectacles standing 6 foot with long blond hair flowing past my bottom, striking blue eyes, size 38C breasts topped with huge nipples the size of wine bottle corks which form the most amazing nipple pokies pushing out whatever I am wearing up top and sporting a huge log like package bulge especially when wearing either swimsuits, leggings, boy shorts or cycling shorts attracting loads of frequent leering stares which by now I am used to. I have long shapely legs enabling me to walk with a fast stride whilst others try hard to keep up and I certainly am a fast runner of athletic standards with the local club(s) beckoning me to join their ranks. The same applies to my swimming abilities with only the best competition swimmers being able to catch me whenever I swim at either the Serpentine or the Hampstead bathing ponds; it's at both places I have to wear either a one piece swimsuit or a pair of boy shorts style Speedo aqua shorts with a swim bra owing to the lifeguards impressing on me to wear those for modesty reasons with a gaff underneath, doubtless owing to what's packing down there even though I sometimes perform lifeguarding duties at Hampstead ponds and the Swiss Cottage leisure centre thanks to my gaining both a Royal Life Saving Society Bronze Medallion and their National Pool Lifeguard Qualification so I have no shortage of free swimming time. As a Hermaphrodite she-male, I'm packing both sets of sex organs with a huge log like 10 inch rock hard cock with an insatiable appetite for sex and a gaydar/lesdar which can home in on someone from the distance of a football pitch. To cut to the chase, when you've been having more sex than anyone else on the planet since 12 years old, thanks to meeting Professor Anita Bowers and shagging the pants off her at every opportunity as well as the others coming there from school, you get to know more about the human body than anyone else at my age (18) which is why she sponsored me on a massage therapist course which I passed with top honours whilst still attending school. During my studies, there was no shortage of models to train with, especially as most teenagers wouldn't refuse a massage, the ones from my school certainly wouldn't which was the biggest kept secret of the entire school, it had to be plus we had to take precautions to avoid either myself or another girl becoming pregnant, yes, I too can become pregnant as can any girl I shag the pants off with my huge cock which sprays out a huge load of spunk like a hose pipe and thankfully there's a ready supply of teenage boys from my school who've taken my huge cock up their pussy holes and shagged me with theirs so now to the story. Anita set aside a spare room in her house as a studio which she had fitted out completely including a high end Apple Imac computer system and a separate Iphone specifically for the studio, mounted on the ceiling is a large TV which is wired up to a DVD player and the antenna cable with a second TV at the far end of the studio enabling clients using the massage chair to also watch TV for which I play scenes of beautiful nature including the primeval forests of Queensland, Australia which has remained unchanged for millions of years or drone shots taken over the Alps. The fliers were posted, adverts placed and now it became a waiting game for our first customer. It was a lovely summer's day just before the summer solstice when there were more than the usual numbers of lunchtime swimmers at the Hampstead ponds which even brought out a few students from the local University College School on their mountain bikes despite their short water time of about 10 minutes followed by rapidly changing back into their school uniforms as fast as possible and throwing their pack lunches down their necks with equal rapidity assuming they managed to leave on time in the first place leaving me with pleasant memories of my schooldays. My attention was drawn to an olive skinned woman wearing a black two piece swimsuit comprising a sports bra shaped top with boy shorts style bottoms when I saw her wearing a swimming hat sporting the Italian national flag on each side. Her front crawl style in the water was very good indeed, as good as any of us on duty that day. My eyes scanned the water as per my training then I watched her tumble turn off the platform and swim towards the far end of the mixed bathing lake, I scanned the lake again when I saw her stationary in the water about 75 yards away screaming in pain, I immediately blew my whistle and dived in with a torpedo buoy tied with a long strap to my waist, rescued her and brought her back for the rest of the team to lift her out of the water onto a stretcher to the first aid room clutching her right calf in agony. I knew immediately what ailed her having experienced this with my younger brother being struck down with night cramps and went to work on her leg. I started with a bar towel soaked in warm water and massaging the muscle direct to release it before resuming the massage using a number of techniques including rapid palm sweeping rubs like the karate kid in the 1984 movie being taught how to wax Mr.Myagi's car, edge of palm rapid chops, light tapping with the tips of my fingers, gripping loose folds, pressure pushes etc etc which soon loosened a bowstring tight muscle restoring her leg function. She dried herself off revealing her short black hair, changed into her clothes followed by me filling out the incident report. Maria passed me her card inviting me to call her that evening and when I looked at it, I realized who she was having seen her enough times on the TV's early morning programme. I rang her that evening without withholding my number and had a nice conversation with her with a rundown of my new venture, albeit part time at this stage which certainly perked her interest a lot, certainly enough for her to sincerely book her first appointment which was scheduled for 7.45 for 8 pm the following evening and I gave her Anita's Bishop's Avenue address requesting her to bring a swimsuit for her use in Professor Anita Bower's Jacuzzi. I greeted her at the door wearing a pair of sheer white sin tight high waisted nylon Lycra leggings with a high waisted white short sleeved sheer nurses top with a nurse's fob watch pinned to the left breast pocket, underneath I wore a matching set of turquoise nylon tricot Molly Filbin panties with a sheer push up bra giving my nurse's top an obscene uplift just like with my school blazer back then. I invited her to take a warm shower before drying and changing into her matching black boy shorts and sports bra whilst I lit the scented candles, placed the oils ready, placing one container onto a stainless steel tea light stove for warming and finally adjusted the height and laid the covers on the table so I could gently hump my rock hard cock bulge against the covered ends of the table whenever performing long sweeping massages either on the legs or upper body. She knocked and entered. I gave her a brief explanation of the session requesting her to choose which sounds she would like played from the selection and she chose the Boeing 787 Dreamliner night flight asmr/binaural recording which reminded her of her KLM Royal Dutch Airlines flight from Princess Juliana airport, St Marten to Amsterdam connecting with a flight into London City airport the previous year. I commenced the session by oiling my hands then commencing gentle sliding movements to warm up her muscles and within a few minutes my 10 inches of rock hard cock was straining against the nylon as well as my huge nipples hardening against my bra, she may be in her 30's or even her 40's and old enough to even be my mum but this was one hell of a sexy attractive woman and she was setting off alarm bells in my gaydar/lesdar big time despite lying there like sleeping beauty with her eyes closed and a contented expression on her face. I tried putting those erotic thoughts aside to concentrate on the routine despite my cock remaining hard throughout leaking profusely into my panties and soaking through my leggings with my female pussy also leaking into the gusset and through my leggings with those heavenly scents of my pussy juices wafting around us and filling the room. The unavoidable slight humping movements during parts of the session where I performed long sweeping hand rubs along her legs and back after removing her bra resulted in exciting the head of my cock, especially when I gently humped against the ends of the covered table making my cock twitch powerfully on both the up and down gliding strokes in time with the contractions inside my rear pussy hole as well as the tight leggings gently rubbing my glutes, tingling my thighs and my hardened nipples were also being excited by the slight movements of my jiggling breasts but it was when I had her sat on the table kneeling behind her to motion her arms through circles and perform various arm and shoulder stretch movements, my steel hard cock was hard against her back with my cock juices soaking the back of her bra, it was a miracle she didn't react like an angry cat whose tail was pulled as there was no way she couldn't have noticed a huge hard leaking cock right up hard against her back or if she did, she never said anything. She certainly had her moneys worth over the course of the hour and the expression on her face said it all when I beckoned her to use the Jacuzzi at which point she asked. "Will you please come and join me otherwise I feel I am abusing the privileges of a strange house". "Certainly, I'll just grab a quick shower and change." After showering and changing into a black Molly Filbin nylon tricot bikini, I joined her in the Jacuzzi, this was a large top of the range item about 15 feet in diameter with two depths owing to the circular seating with a depth of three feet in the centre, steps for both entry and exit and settings controlled by a waterproof remote control which I showed her how to use. Between us we made a lot of small talk before the subject turned to sex which she opened with. "I know what you are, you are indeed a very rare freak of nature, do tell me, what's it like to have it both ways?" I blushed at her question saying. "You obviously know about what I have down there". "How could I not notice? Would you mind if I copped a feel?". By now I was fully hard inside my bikini bottoms, so much so that my foreskin had retracted by itself and the water jets were exciting both my cock and pussy to unbelievable levels of intensity when she sided up to me and grasped my huge powerfully twitching cock then fingered my pussy through the nylon with her other hand, I was already on a knife edge when I had a highly explosive simultaneous orgasm flooding my bikini bottoms with both spunk and girl juice whilst screaming the house down. After coming down from my double orgasms, she asked me. "Is it always like this for you?" "Yes it is." Then she began kissing and passionately making love to me moving my bra aside and voraciously sucking on my huge nipples whilst still in the water before she pulled down both our bikini bottoms, we removed our swimsuit sports bra style tops and she guided my huge pole into her pussy. I gently plowed into her and within minutes I flooded her pussy with another load of spunk as my girl juice gushed into the water. We both got out and showered naked together where I pounded my huge cock into her pussy again and fingering her clit when my cock shot another load of spunk inside her as more girl juice gushed onto the shower base whilst the shower was still running when I sucked ravenously on her nipples taking her through an intense orgasm before we got out, dried and dressed. She paid with her card booking another appointment in a week's time saying. "Next time, I want to see you wearing a matching vest with your leggings, meanwhile I will treat you this coming weekend." That's when she left saying our goodbyes leaving me to clean the studio for the next time and leave the Jacuzzi filtration pumps running all night to deal with our body fluids. Paul, a 20 year old Australian arrived in the UK two years ago is now back home from University and both he and Professor Anita Bowers speak Italian fluently although Paul speaks the language with his heavy Australian accent. I respect his wishes that he's Anita's shagging partner who gave her a son, I immediately saw the baby's resemblance to both his father and the reconstructed face of Antonius which stands in the living room, a teenage lad who perished at Pompeii in 79 AD when the city was finally buried under tons of volcanic ash. His ghost no longer haunts the house now that his spirit lives on in young Anthony whose a contented child who loves to play, despite his tender years, Anthony swims very well, as though he was born to swim, perhaps its his gift from the other side of time and he does have vivid memories as well which are brought out whenever Anita's videos are played although she thinks most of these memories will disappear when he's older. The following morning Paul and I swam in Anita's 25 x 10 metre rectangular pool at the rear of her house which also houses the Jacuzzi, being a former volunteer lifeguard at Sydney's Bondi beach, he's rightly amongst the elite of the world as swimmers go who always wore red Speedos with `lifeguard' on the back, between us we had a good session racing each other whilst performing sets and repetitions followed by showering together naked. He held me in a very passionate hug planting me with loads of kisses, sucking on my huge nipples, lovingly caressing me all over before finally fingering my pussy under my balls when I felt the head of his huge 8 inches of rock hard cock pressed against my pussy, placing both hands on his glutes, I pulled hard ramming his cock fully home inside my leaking pussy when he began gently thrusting into me followed by those lovely sensations of hot spunk flooding inside me with powerful jerks then finishing off with passionate kisses, thankfully I am on the pill. Paul cooked our breakfasts owing to Anita's absence from the house insisting I wear only a bikini whilst he wore a pair of black Australian Eyeline nylon swim briefs with their logo on the back with more caressing and kissing then finally dressing before the child minder arrives to take care of and feed young Anthony. Paul's now the proud owner of Anita's old Saracen Rufftrax gents mountain bike after persuading her to let him have it although with hindsight he wishes he could have brought his Raleigh Urban Assault mountain bike over which he sorely misses, Being a 12 speeder with the tall gearing of a racer, riding that bike up hills is a real challenge and explains why his legs are powerfully built. He found the Saracen to be a much better bike with its 21 speeds and just as quick on the flat, what he wasn't aware of is Anita contacting his family and sending them the money to have his treasured mountain bike shipped by air and with having paid for the import costs amounting to the VAT etc. The doorbell sounded that morning answered by Paul wearing only his black swim briefs seeing a Hermes courier with a large cardboard box requiring his signature catching him off guard. Thinking the package came to the wrong address, he initially refused it. The driver countered him with. "You are Paul Petrocelli", . . . "Why, yes I am". . . . "Then read the labels and sign for your package." Having signed for the package, he brought it in to the back room as his emotions flooded with the knowledge of its contents, despite this he took the greatest of care in opening the package to finally reveal his gleaming vintage Raleigh Urban Assault mountain bike with its black frame and straight handlebars, red forks and red outer cables sporting a dual front brake comprising a cantilever caliper brake and a cable operated disc brake operated by a twin cable pull front brake lever. The package also contained a small red Sidchrome metal box containing his bicycle tools which he would need to reassemble his treasured vintage mountain bike. I watched him carefully reassembling his bike and then he set up the Saracen for me to ride; we changed into our bike riding gear, grabbed our swimming kit and went out for a good ride together to the Hampstead ponds. I must have been over the moon riding the Saracen, another vintage classic mountain bike with Paul leading the way there to show the other lifeguards his prize who certainly commented on his front brake. It was a 15 year old Paul who, whilst scouring a nearby Trash and Treasure Sunday market looking for ex military surplus camping gear for an up and coming Boy Scout camp when he saw the bike which had hardly ever been used. He sat on it finding it fitted him like a glove even when he stood astride the bike feet flat on the ground with the frame top tube gently pressing into his crotch. Even though this one's an early mountain bike fitted with thumb shift levers on black handlebars and a six speed gear block with a twin chain wheel front crank and 26" alloy rimmed wheels, he saw immediately this was a racing bike in disguise, haggled with the man and bought it. That dual front brake must have saved Paul's bacon on a number of occasions whilst descending some of the steep hills around Sydney and setting off Gatso speed cameras even though he was never caught by the cops. No one at Paul's school had ever feasted eyes on this particular model from the Raleigh stable. They were certainly well known in Australia as a quality British make as indeed all Raleigh bikes are and were well sought after in their day. He was amazed to learn that the bike was made in Taiwan which he felt devalued the bike somewhat which soon went out the window when the other boys started racing him only to find that this was one mountain bike they were unable to catch, truly a wolf in sheep's clothing despite having to inflate the tyres to 40 P.S.I. I decided to play Anita's copy of the `Pedaling dreams' DVD for him this evening, We enjoyed our swim here, had our usual chatter with the others over coffee then rode back for lunch only to find a message on the studio's Iphone voicemail. I played the message from the ballet company's assistant director asking me to return her call if I can help her understudy who fell bringing down a ballerina on top of him. I replied. "I can take a look but meanwhile do what you can for him", him?, how did I know that? Of course silly, only a fellow's going to lift a ballerina during a performance, I then asked her to have him brought over to Anita's Bishops Avenue address. It required very little time to prepare the studio apart from lighting the scented candles including the tea light oil warmer, change into my leggings and top then I was ready to go when the doorbell rang. I opened the door seeing the understudy still wearing his white footless tights with a white vest wearing trainers, his escort said. "This is Josh Masters our understudy; he fell this morning whilst rehearsing bringing a ballerina down on him which wasn't helped by the physiotherapist being off sick and the ballerina storming off crying. Seeing as you come highly recommended, I would like you to have a look at him to see if you can fix him up?" I led them both to the studio and judging from his escort's reaction, she was indeed impressed at what she saw, I led them to the pool and Jacuzzi when she said to Josh. "I'll leave you in Dylana's care, call me when you're ready". Josh certainly had all the attributes of a lovely blond haired 18 year old teenager with a muscle tone to boot similar to those on competition swimmers with steely blue eyes standing as tall as me and doubtless packing a decent size cock despite wearing a dance belt to shape and hold his package in place. I had loads of time to attend to Josh so I grabbed my folder, sat him with me on the living room couch when, staring back at him was Antonius's head which gave him a start asking. "Who's that?". "He was someone of around your age who perished in 79 A D when Pompeii was buried under tons of volcanic ash, his face was reconstructed from a 3D printed copy of his skull by Professor Bowers which was then photographed and uploaded onto the Interpol facial recognition database and guess what?, two years ago it matched to an Australian student entering the UK at Heathrow airport". Josh replied. "They do say that truth is stranger than fiction", that's when he saw the painting of Mount Vesuvius violently erupting with its huge menacing dark column of fire and ash being blasted high into the heavens forming a huge mushroom cloud and vivid streaks of lightning with the city of Pompeii in the foreground striking Josh in awe as though he was watching the end of the world when he looked back at me saying. "Oh my God, think of all those people". I replied. "Professor Anita Bowers painted that picture called `Pompeii's last day' which is currently marketed by an arts print company." "She's an excellent artist to have painted that, it's just so real." I carried on taking down Josh's details, booked him in on the Imac then showed him the facilities here which more than impressed him not expecting to see the pool and Jacuzzi. I wanted him to wear only a pair of nylon swim briefs on the table so I bade him to change and shower and when he dried off I left out a pair of forest green Aussiebum classic nylon swim briefs, he looked at me with a strange look as he entered the studio when I knew within minutes he was going to be rock hard inside those swim briefs, he laid flat on his back on the table whereupon I covered that area with a towel and placed a hot towel on his shoulder which had struck the stage. I knew it was only minor and went to work on it motioning his arm to detect any rough movement quickly finding he's OK, I gave him the good news and offered him a full body massage which he gladly accepted knowing we had lots of time together. I massaged his shoulder with heat gel before deciding to start this with a tea ceremony similar to the Japanese. I then raided Paul's backpack for his Evernew alcohol stove cook set, fuelled and lit the stove to heat water checking with a digital thermometer whilst placing Anita's green tea into each cup. We knelt facing each other on a gym mat when I poured and stirred the tea, passed Josh his cup, clicked them together and slowly drank which he found to be a thought provoking experience, especially when the sound system played `Kites' a Japanese themed song by Simon Dupree and the big sound which was released in 1967 reaching number eight in the UK charts. I normally don't play pop music on the studio's Bose sound system only nice soothing music here until the day I heard this song played over `Gold' on 1548 KHZ am radio. I had planned to give him a one hour session and went to work on him, although he lay there with an expression of contentment with closed eyes, I saw he had a raging hard on under the towel which gave its lurking presence away by twitching. I too was also rock hard with a profusely leaking cock wetting both my panties and leggings with pre-cum and girl juice. I expect Josh's cock was doing the same, it wasn't long before my pussy was also leaking through my panties and leggings with the tell tale aroma of pussy scents mingling with the scented candles which wasn't long when I noticed the signs of him having smelled my leaking pussy scents judging by the slight smile on his face. I went for his thimble sized nipples gently massaging them giving him a start, opening his eyes and eliciting a hum before closing them again, his nipples were very sensitive and became hard and erect which he was definitely enjoying judging by the hard twitching of his cock when he said. "If you keep that up you'll make me cum." I had edged him almost to the point of shooting off his load into his swim briefs making his balls tingle with delight. I knelt astride his legs, removed the towel seeing the swim briefs tented to his right reaching his hip by his Red Bull can sized hugely fat erection with a large wet patch, I gently untied the cord, pulled them down, sniffed and licked his teen honey then straddled him cowgirl fashion sinking his entire nine inch length into my sopping wet pussy. OMG, he was so hard and every twitch of his huge cock was certainly exciting my pussy, so much so that I only rode him for a few strokes before feeling his lovely huge hot gushes of spunk flooding into me with very powerful contractions whereas I had another tremendously earth shattering double orgasm with spunk hosing out my cock all over his stomach and vaginal fluids flooding out of my pussy before collapsing on top of him. We must have laid there for ages passionately kissing and caressing each other when he asked for the shower, we both showered together washing our fluids of passion off us before spending an hour in the Jacuzzi. Josh had lots of time on his hands and his swim briefs had already dried so I invited him to join me for a swim at Hampstead ponds, I found him a tee shirt and shorts to wear and entered the garage gesturing him to take the Saracen which is fitted with a German made Thun Quad front crank and seven speed gear block freewheel whilst I took Anita's ladies framed Falcon Interceptor Mountain bike after he pumped the tyres up, lubed the chain and checked the brakes. I was pleased to see that he's a good swimmer having swum the length of the mixed bathing pond in his stride on front crawl then stopping to see where he came from. This was his first ever time swimming in open water and the distance did surprise him somewhat having swam only in pools, compared to the warm water of a heated pool, the water here definitely has a fresh feel to it and yet there's a hard core of swimmers who come here during the winter months. We showered together as soon as we returned to Anita's house; she left a message on the answering machine to say she's spending another week in Naples whereas Paul was at the River Thames Island with Rick; someone who has a boat moored there which is also a good camping spot. I showed Josh the videos taken during our previous visits there which certainly peaked his interest a lot despite having only camped in his back garden some years before whereas I had become a regular visitor there and originally planned to drive there for the weekend when Josh asked to come along. I called Rick asking him for a spare sleeping bag and spare kit for someone and he immediately knew I would be requiring the double sleeping bag saying. "Just bring your boyfriend along". Josh and I spent a night of passion in Anita's double bed between her finest nylon tricot bed sheets with their unbelievably silky smooth feel, especially when we're totally naked together. He rested his head right in front of my breasts sucking on my nipples alternating between each one. Both our rock hard leaking cocks were prodding our bellies and my juices were also leaking out of my pussy. He was so passionate with his lovemaking skills leaving me wondering where he learned all this from which is so rare in teenagers unless they're lucky enough to receive a good grounding from a mature woman. It soon became apparent that he likes to lie on top with his cock fully home inside my pussy which entails holding mine to one side whilst kissing passionately at the same time. I set the pace taking things nice and slow seeing that we had most of the night together, especially with a well conditioned muscular teenager sporting a huge cock which he certainly knew how to use and must have shot several loads into my pussy during the night only to wake up finding he still had his cock inside me and the bed sheets were plastered with our fluids of passion. He began passionately nursing off my breasts wishing they produced milk? I guessed that if we spent more time together he would certainly find a way. We showered together, had breakfast naked (Not a good idea when cooking) whilst the bed sheets were being washed. I sorted through my outdoor kit and found some for Josh including two pairs of black Australian Eyeline nylon swim briefs seeing that he arrived here wearing only his footless tights, dance belt, vest and trainers when I suddenly remembered Maria's offer. I had to call her otherwise she would think I stood her up. I rang her mobile explaining the situation and thankfully she was very good about it. When I told her where we're going she immediately said. "I used to be a girl guide and took my Duke of Edinburg's award at school; in fact I still have all my gear although my tent's seen better days." I replied. "We're OK tent wise; however the landowners have stipulated that they must be of a type which blocks all light from inside." "That's rather a tall order, I don't know for the life of me who makes such a thing now." "Not a problem as there's 20 Russian military Plash Palatka poncho tarps stored on board the boat there; we just join them all together to make a huge communal shelter." I rang Paul at the island to let him know about Maria and rightly so as he wanted to know all about her. I said. "She's a presenter for the TV station's early morning breakfast programme." Paul replied. "Our group as you know is very secretive and inviting someone from the media can only spell trouble." She's OK, she was my first massage customer and believe me, she's as hot as a volcano." "OK, bring her along but if Rick doesn't like her, she's going packing." Maria arrived in her 1970 short wheelbase series 2A soft top Land Rover powered by its 2286cc four cylinder petrol engine which judging by its immaculate appearance probably hardly ever goes off road which had enough room to seat all three of us up front and throw all the gear in the back. She brought along two Norwegian military food containers refusing to tell us what their contents were. Maria's Landy slouched along the M4 with the rest of the traffic overtaking us with a siren like wail emanating from the high and low ratio transfer box and the tyres on the road then through country roads until we finally arrived at Shiplake church. Josh got out, opened the gate and beckoned the vehicle onto the surfaced road leading downhill through the apple orchard negotiating the tight right hand hairpin bend before a downhill straight to finally park outside the boathouse where Paul was waiting to meet us. He led us with our gear across the river frontage green to Rick's 70 foot canal barge named Countess of Clewer; this restored venerable antiquated vessel has Victorian styled interior décor with a Smiths 8 day clock from a historic Bedford 29 seat OB coach prominently placed on the front bulkhead panel above the large TV/computer screen displaying Charles Joseph Staniland's painting `The Emigrant Ship', although he has a lot more paintings stored on his computer which changed to Henry Scott Tuke's `The bathers' depicting three teenage boys, one sat on a rock wearing light coloured summer trousers, a naked boy climbing out onto a rock and the third one who's head is visible appears to be standing on the bottom. Although Rick had remained on board, it was Paul who skippered the vessel wearing only his red Speedo lifeguard swim briefs who gave Josh, Maria and I very passionate hugs and kisses. Paul started the single cylinder Petters diesel engine and Rick released the mooring ropes before taking up position at the front of the vessel which made its way at a leisurely pace the half mile upstream to `The Lynch' an island on the River Thames. The vessel entered the backwater at a slower pace owing to the presence of swimmers here. I saw that bringing Josh out of London to the country really had an inspiring effect on him and he was quick to point out just how clean and fresh the air was here which was likened to breathing the very elixir of life itself, especially after 18 years of breathing exhaust fumes. The shelter was already erected into a long bivouac tent shape propped up with military extendable basha poles and German military groundsheets covering the floor, a number of small olive green hurricane lamps hung from the ceiling apex when we laid out our bed spaces and began settling in leaving me to give both Josh and Maria a tour of the island impressing them both with its home from home feel in a rural location yet isolated as the nearest road is over half a mile away. After lunch, we were joined by Ellen Masters and her teenage hermaphrodite son Dylan who've been coming here for the past three years and like Josh and I, Dylan's also waiting for his A level results. Both Rick and Justin, the college's she-male catering manager rustled up lunch before everyone changed into their swimsuits and boarded Rick's venerable old vessel for the trip back to the college's river frontage seeing a group of scantily clad teenagers from their pool lifeguard and bronze medallion courses lined up beside what appeared to be a pool blue painted Roman siege engine on wheels with Airkick.de stenciled in white on the side beams hooked up to an industrial Hydrovane electric powered air compressor. Their instructor, a military PTI from the auxiliary squadron at RAF Benson started addressing everyone. "Ladies and Gentlemen, This piece of German engineering is the Airkick; its function is to launch swimmers into the water after lying on the board. It is powered by compressed air and water from this receiver back here which is simply put, a huge water rocket which is operated by the operator. Maria, Dylana and Joshua, I need to know your weights for the operator to give you all a good send off. He jotted their weights onto his list from which he would set the water rocket to each person's weight when he picked out one of the girls saying. "Carla, lady first please." Looking like a deer caught in the headlights with surprise. She laid on the board when a sudden thunderous blast of compressed air and water spray erupted from the rocket launching the teen up to about 30 feet over the river executing a perfect dive into the river when he went straight for Maria as he knew who she was and would certainly love his claim to fame of having launched the TV station's early morning presenter into the River Thames. She lay on the board with butterflies fluttering in her stomach when in a calm voice he said. "Maria, these things are in use by water parks all over the world with an excellent safety record, you will be going into four metres of water with no chance of hitting the bottom, you could of course decide to swim down there if you want". She composed herself on the board knowing she had to go through with this with the whole world watching her on Youtube insisting that she gave the signal to launch, a deathly silence fell for a few seconds whilst everyone waited in suspense for Maria's signal when she summoned up the courage to give the hand signal followed by another thunderous blast of compressed air and water spray from the rocket drowning out Maria's ear piercing loud scream in terror. Her many years of aquatic training with years of competitive diving experience from springboard to 10 metres kicked in to execute another perfect dive into the river before surfacing with a loud woo hoo with smiles. The instructor called. "Paul, you're next," as he beckoned him to lie on the board and called out. "Ready." Paul gave the hand signal and was immediately launched with a thunderous blast erupting from the rocket performing a somersault mid flight into another perfect dive, owing to Paul wearing his red printed lifeguard Speedos, the girls from the students group cheered him on and called out. "Well done Mr. Lifeguard when he climbed out of the water and took a bow. "Joshua, you're next". He proudly laid on the board, gave a hand signal and was immediately launched curling up into a ball hitting the water with a spectacular splash only to surface giving a thumbs up sign calling out. "Top bombing." "Dylana, you're next". Being a previous visitor to the island, I knew the ropes and took my ride with pride performing a twist into a dive, as I'm the last one from my group, it was time to re-board the vessel for the one hour trip to Reading for shopping knowing our tee shirts, shorts, underwear, socks, trainers and day sacks containing our money, card wallets and Iphones were already on board as the vessel gracefully left the river frontage. We toweled ourselves down and remained in our swimsuits to dry on our person whilst Rick took the tiller to change over when Paul stepped astern still wearing his red printed lifeguard Speedos which certainly looked right on him, sometimes he would also wear their yellow printed vest and the red and yellow quartered cap tied on with its cloth tapes. Being a nice sunny day, after applying sun screen on our bodies we laid on top of the vessel's roof sunbathing which for me entailed removing my bikini top and lying there topless which didn't even bother Maria one iota. No one on board gives a damn and in any case the massage models on ASMR videos on Youtube are usually topless albeit covered only by a towel whenever they're lying on their backs and bare whenever lying on their fronts. I have noticed one masseuse on there who must be a hermaphrodite like myself as there's no way anyone could not have noticed her erect cock bulging in her leggings which has noticeably leaked during a session and she's definitely got a build comparable to Joshua, that aside, there's no mention of it in any of the comments. I saw another video on Youtube featuring Josh, a muscular blond haired male model who appears in medical videos wearing only shorts being examined by a female doctor who, after almost two minutes lying on the examination table whilst being examined was sporting a huge erection inside his shorts with a comment on there stating the time in minutes and seconds. At first I didn't connect him with the Josh I had on the massage table until I heard his voice. Rick gave us the nod to change taking control of the vessel for the final approach to Reading Bridge. Waiting for us was Ellen Masters and her teenage hermaphrodite she-male son Dylan who's the same age and appearance as me having morphed into a stunning she-male wearing fully fashioned nylon stockings held up with a six strap suspender belt, patent black high heels, high leg low waist sheer black micro skirt showing his huge red nylon encased cock openly dangling below the hem as he likes to wear cocksock briefs. Up top he wears a white see through Players nylon vest with a see through push up 36D bra showing the most amazing huge nipple pokies just like mine and there's no doubting that he attracts loads of leering stares. Ellen always asks if there are any cats on board as she can't stand them and will only board the vessel when she's satisfied there are none. Ellen and Maria decided to go to the local supermarket wheeling Rick's large collapsible shopping buggy whilst the rest left for the town centre which does have some quaint side streets with little shops resembling a time warp plus there's some excellent book shops, as if Rick hasn't got enough on board already. Rick has a rule whenever the vessel is moored at Reading Bridge that someone should remain on board, a duty which Dylan accepted as this is the time he usually watches pornographic DVDs or goes on the internet with his Tokyo Spider laptop. This day he logs onto Lotto Cracker for the Saturday's Lotto draw and when the site comes up with the numbers, he sent a text to his mum with the numbers asking her to buy a ticket. After everyone returned from the town with their shopping, Rick started up the engine whilst Paul and Josh released the mooring ropes; he took the tiller to maneuver the vessel in a U turn in the main channel before handing over the tiller to Paul for the one hour gentle cruise back to the island passing the island and turning around the northern end before entering the backwater when Rick guided him to slow the vessel down to a slow crawl, rounding the southern end of the island before finally docking. The women helped Rick cook the evening meal with Maria taking charge supervising the cooking of a Spaghetti Marinara with seafood, an Italian dish which went down well with everyone followed by fruit cocktail with pistachio ice cream and finally coffee. Having brought along my studio bag which I had planned to use whenever I visited clients at their homes, I set up inside Rick's bedroom which has a door to the front of the vessel, I draped one of Anita's nylon tricot bed sheets over Rick's double bed, lit my scented candles, some which contained citronella to keep the bugs away even though the front door was open as was the windows with net curtains drawn and having changed into a skimpy black bikini, I beckoned Josh on board to complete his massage which I interrupted earlier to have sex with him. Josh wore only a black pair of Australian Eyeline nylon swim briefs which I saw he immediately liked owing to their sensually erotic feel of fine silky nylon on his skin which got his cock really hard with his nipples standing proudly erect. As massages go, I gave him the full works for over an hour during which time there were times he was fast asleep to finish by sucking his cock off to a really explosive climax and gagging in the process owing to his huge volumes of spunk gushing into my mouth having deep throated his cock, a practice I'm normally very good at knowing his balls will recharge very quickly with more spunk which he will definitely be letting fly later on. We finally left Rick's bedroom with our swimsuits flooded with our fluids of passion only to hand wash them afterwards and leaving them to dry near the fire. Paul and Maria had the shelter tent to themselves and he was having the raunchiest sex with her, at her age, she was obviously very highly experienced in the bedroom, just like Anita, in fact they both were as Paul also worked as an escort and sex worker whilst away at university. Experience which certainly paid off by taking her through three highly intense gushing orgasms making her scream her head off and the night was still young. I sat between both Ellen and her teenage hermaphrodite son Dylan who looked more like a girl than a boy owing to spending the last three years on Noogleberry breast and penis pump sessions aided by puberty boosters, binaural and subliminal sessions on a massage table and taking prolactin to bring on his healthy milk supply and yet he's still nursing off his mother at 18 as she is off him. Dylan got up to make our coffees showing me the packet from British Airways and as a final touch he whitened my coffee with his breast milk. At first I thought them to be very kinky indeed but who's judging who when you consider the goings on at Anita's house with some very lovely teens. I drew some milk from each of them finding Dylan's milk slightly richer with a hint more sweetness which I put down to typical teenage eating and drinking habits, after some very pleasant coffee, I was invited by them for a combined Noogleberry, ASMR, binaural and subliminal session. I knew all about these type of sessions having watched training videos and Youtube, bringing a Noogleberry breast and penis developer pump into the equation was a whole new experience for me. Ellen selected the largest tube, hooked it up to the pump and after her son gave my cock a good wank to get it fully hard, placed the tube over my cock and pumped it to the setting on the vacuum gauge. The sight of my cock at the biggest it's ever been in my entire life was unbelievable almost filling out a foot long tube. After this came the breast pump. It took more pumps to create the right vacuum in those huge transparent globes which are marked with a scale which the instructions mention to use as a guide and never to exceed. Ellen took my breasts up to the mark making them look enormous. She released and pumped my breasts several times owing to my very first time on the Noogleberry before finally removing the equipment leaving ring marks around each breast with no other effects apart from them being temporarily larger I reorganized Rick's bedroom to perform the second full body ASMR massage on Maria. For this I wore only the sheer white high leg nylon nurse's top with my turquoise sheer push up bra and matching nylon tricot panties underneath. I lit the scented candles placing Paul's UCO 9 hour candle lantern burning a citronella candle on the hook at the far wall situated at the front of the vessel. Seeing it was a warm evening I left the door open with the insect screen closed. I bade Maria onto the bed lying on her back with her feet at the headboard with her insisting I perform the entire session with her totally naked. Unlike a massage table I would have to guide her through every position change. Fortunately Rick's bed was the right height for someone's head which I had factored into my plans and popped my CD of slow Japanese instrumental music into Rick's combined radio and CD player. I started with a foot reflexology massage session sat on Rick's bedside chair of the type seen in hospitals with a cushion underneath. Maria, like everyone else I've experienced really does love foot massages so I extended the time for this at her request. By this time Dylan had entered the room and lit the tea light hot oil warmer checking it with his finger which I thought very thoughtful of him and seeing we both have long hair draping down past our bottoms I would commence the leg massage with my hair brushing along her legs as I massaged her legs lengthways, I had only just completed both her front and backs of her legs when Dylan indicated to me that the hot oil was ready and started doing a nail dance on the jug with his fingers making a nice rattle which I thought very nice of him wondering where he got his experience from as I'm sure I've found his calling. I proceeded with the hot oil massage on both the front and backs of her legs before working on her glutes using a number of implements, having finished her lower half, Dylan beckoned her to turn round onto her front so I (now we) can complete the rest of her massage. I began working on her back and lower spine, firstly with long sweeping stokes having repositioned my rock hard cock and package above the elastic waistband of my panties as her head was at the right height for my cock to brush against her hair and having left the lower buttons undone my bare headed engorged cock was brushing against her hair and soon began leaking gobs of pre-cum juices onto her hair which soon edged me almost to the point of coming when I beckoned Dylan to take over not wanting to plaster Maria with loads of spunk just yet although I'm sure she definitely knew my cock was stroking her hair and now it was Dylan's turn to do likewise. He wore a tiny black low waist high leg see through black micro skirt with his red nylon cocksock briefs fully exposing his nylon sheathed cock dangling freely below the hem of his micro skirt still wearing stockings and suspenders with his red see through push up bra under his white sheer Players American nylon tricot vest tented right out by his huge milk laden breasts with enormous nipples after four years of Noogleberry sessions prominently displaying his breast milk leakage stains. He took over from me after having expressed some of his breast milk into a glass to refresh me and I must admit his milk certainly hit the spot. Just watching his huge nylon encased cock stroking her hair whilst he massaged her with a nice neat style with his juices leaking through the nylon onto her hair turned me on so much I flooded both my panties and nurse's top with a huge load of spunk and girl juice when the same thing happened to Dylan shortly afterwards caking her hair with his spunk putting a huge smile on her face as she scooped up whatever she could with her hands and licked them both clean leaving Dylan and I to share whatever spunk remained in her hair. We hadn't even taken notice of the time which was after 10pm with the others having already undressed for the naked swim around the island, a tradition which has endured since the college was built. Earlier videos show a huge tree trunk with its branches sawn off jutting out about 5 metres from the riverbank at an angle for a 3 metre drop into the backwater which is known as `The swimming hole tree'. Sadly this is gone now and replaced by a diving platform which we stepped onto and dived into the backwater before swimming leisurely around the island, everything went swimmingly until we passed the southernmost point of the island into the main channel just as a disco boat full of partying teens bore down on us. Thankfully the vessel's coxswain reversed the propeller bringing the vessel almost to a halt then passed us by very slowly amidst shouts of "Look at the skinny dippers!" "Where's your trunks!" etc etc with someone from the boat's crew shining a powerful light on us before the vessel moved on which was our excitement for the evening before our night time stirrup pump showers and bedding down for the night. The following morning everyone swam around the island again, this time we all wore our swimsuits owing to the path on the opposite bank being used by dog walkers, mountain bikers, runners and walkers, understandably this is a hard and fast rule set by the college which wouldn't do to have their own teenage boys swimming naked around the island in the morning whenever they're camped on the island although Rick seems to think they would, given half the chance and there was a time when this was the norm many years ago and he has a framed handbill of their regulations from a century ago stating that whenever women were about or in boats, all boys had to remain either behind screens or in the water. How times have changed? After our breakfasts, everyone struck camp as we all had our lives to return to and as for me, I had loads of emails, faxes and voice messages to sort through with customers appointments to organize along with collecting Anita from the airport, a task I left with Paul leaving me once more to shag the arse off Josh who took my huge pole up his teen boy pussy hole with ease and shooting off a hands free load into the bargain. I phoned their assistant director asking her to collect him the following morning having booked his follow up appointment, that way I get to spend the night with him in bed giving him his much needed sex. I might continue this?