Chapter 20: Eight Matron’s Milkings
About twenty minutes after Ms. Claus and I rejoined the party, Molly Alexander got up onto the stage, tapped the microphone for attention, and waved Kaitlyn and I up. “Friends, your attention, please! It is time for the special massage auction!”
The crowd noise rose in an excited murmur, and the guests began gathering around the stage. Molly let the hubbub and crowd movements settle down before going on, “The high bidder will be stripped naked here on the stage then escorted out to the solarium for a half hour massage in front of anyone who wants to watch!”
This caused an excited murmur which Molly waited out before continuing, “Proceeds of the auction will be going to charity. The preference of my husband and I is that a woman win the auction, so to give you incentive to allow this, we will increase the charity donation by $500 for each verified orgasm the winner experiences during the second half of the massage, the first half being purely therapeutic. The winner may achieve this any way they like.”
The crowd noise resumed at that revelation, then Molly added, “There’s one more rule: Angie is disqualified!” pointing out into the crowd. “You already had your turn!” she added with a broad smile.
I followed Molly’s finger and saw the slim woman we’d exhibited back on Halloween, who had put a mock pout onto her face. She saw me looking and blew me a kiss. I was flattered that she wanted a second go.
Molly let the laughter from that die down, then she called into the microphone, “Let the bidding begin!”
The crowd’s bids were tentative at the start as the guests worked out who was serious about winning and who merely wanted to jack the bid up without getting caught. As the number of bidders decreased, bid increments jumped rapidly until the bid approached $2000, then it began to slow down.
Molly worked the crowd quite well as the auctioneer, calling into the microphone, “Twenty-four hundred to Maeve, do I hear twenty-five?” Pause. “Twenty-four looking for twenty-five, do I have any takers?” Pause. “None at twenty-five?” Pause. “Sold for twenty-four hundred dollars! Maeve Reeves, please come up and claim your prize!”
The audience applauded as the winning bidder made her way through the crowd around the stage.
A shy-looking mid–30s woman walked nervously up to the stage and climbed up with my help. She was biting her lip and had her shoulders raised up, her head down, not meeting anyone’s eyes. She was dressed nicely but anonymously: an earth-toned festive sweater, a matching pair of slacks, low-heeled brown dress shoes, very little jewelry. There was no other word for her than ‘mousy.’
Kaitlyn and I quickly and quietly greeted her. I was tempted to ask if this shy woman was serious about her bid, but not wanting to insult her, I settled for whispering, “Are you ready for this?” Maeve nodded rapidly but didn’t say anything, so we turned her to face the crowd between us. She kept her feet tight together, her knees and hips in a slight squat, almost looking like she wanted to cross her legs and scuttle away from the light.
Once she was facing out into the crowd between Kaitlyn and I, Molly spoke into the microphone from off to the side, “Last time, the special massage’s recipient stripped completely off before most of us even knew what was happening, but tonight, our naughty elves will strip the client for our collective enjoyment! Kaitlyn, Devindra, please begin!”
The DJ began playing an upbeat jazz tune, heavy on the boom-shicka-boom, the sort of music oft used in burlesque shows. Kaitlyn motioned graciously at me to make the first selection, so I sunk down to one knee and removed Maeve’s shoes, setting them gently aside.
As I rose, I saw Kaitlyn soothing the woman, trying to get her to relax. Then Kaitlyn took her turn, choosing just to unclasp her slacks.
I decided if my wife was going to play it that way, I’d remove her necklace, setting it aside in the shoes. Then I smirked challengingly at my fellow naughty elf.
Kaitlyn played to the audience, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head, drawing a round of laughs. Maeve was beginning to relax, too, a smile appearing on her lips for the first time. Kaitlyn struck while the iron was hot, sliding her hands up under the waist band of the sweater and slid it quickly upward, causing Maeve to lift her arms in surprise. It was up and off before she could object.
I was tempted to return to her feet, but she was wearing nylons, so I decided the slacks had to go next. I unzipped them carefully, but when they didn’t immediately fall, I shrugged expansively to the audience, then motioned back to Kaitlyn.
She played to this as before, then walked behind Maeve, whispered something in her ear, got a small nod, so she pushed the slacks down off her hips, where they pooled softly at her feet, revealing that Maeve had prepared for something like this tonight, wearing a matching set of lacy underwear. Light brown and modest, of course.
I joined Kaitlyn behind Maeve and whispered my own reassurance to her, “The bra’s next, Maeve. Ready?” On getting the nod, I unclasped it and stepped aside, but Maeve held it to her sides with her upper arms, reluctant to let it fall.
Kaitlyn continued her role, reaching around Maeve’s back and giving her breasts a comic grope, causing her to squeak and jerk her arms upward. Kaitlyn then tickled her ribs and the bra wafted softly to the stage amidst her cry of “Yeaaaaahhh-ha-haa!” Kaitlyn’s tickle complete, Maeve crossed her arms over her matronly breasts, even though the whole room had gotten a good look already.
I knelt down before Maeve once again and rolled her nylons down, setting each one neatly in a shoe. She lifted her foot to help me remove them without prompting, which I took as a sign that she wasn’t backing out, she was just shy.
That left Kaitlyn with the last piece, but she only put one finger in the waistband of Maeve’s panties on one side, motioning me to match her. We then began to inch the panties down slowly as the DJ turned down the jazz tune, the crowd now absolutely silent, breaths stilled. The panties popped past her posterior, but we controlled their descent until her womanhood was on display, then we slid them down and off. Kaitlyn teased throwing them into the throng, causing Maeve to reach rapidly forward for them, once again revealing her D-cup breasts and making them sway, but Kaitlyn then smiled and dropped them atop her brassiere. Maeve clamped her feet back together, squatted down a bit, and re-crossed her arms over her chest.
The DJ let the music swell back up again, cuing the audience to applaud, which they did enthusiastically.
As that began to die down, the DJ ducked our soundtrack and Molly got back on the mic, announcing, “To the solarium!”
The crowd dispersed ahead of us, everyone eager to find the best viewing spots.
Kaitlyn and I escorted Maeve stiffly to the solarium, which had been set up for a public massage in advance for us this time, the long low patio table converted into a massage table with a chaise longue cushion and a few layers of sheeting. We lay her face down atop this, one of us standing to each side of the table, and then we waited for the spectators to regather around us. Maeve began to relax now that her breasts and pubic area were once again concealed from the jostling onlookers.
As a hush settled over the crowd, Kaitlyn and I began to massage our special client, spreading warm oil over her skin from heated bowls that were set up nearby, rubbing it into her skin with long soothing strokes. Maeve’s arms and legs began to relax away from her body as we directed her attention inward upon the soothing feelings. The nearest onlookers in the hushed crowd clearly heard Maeve’s quiet groans and grunts of enjoyment.
While we worked, Kaitlyn and I stripped slowly off, each of us removing an item in turn every few minutes, so that by the time we’d finished the first half of the massage, we were both as naked as our client.
We had Maeve turn over, and she stared at us both in turn, eyes going left and right in wonder, since she’d kept her eyes closed through the first half. This must have helped relax her since she didn’t cover up again; she just smiled, closed her eyes, and lay back, relaxed.
…Until Molly spoke into the microphone, “The time limit on the bonus donation begins now. Maeve, you may begin!”
Maeve’s eyes shot open and she immediately tensed up again. We each turned our heads away from our work to face Maeve, giving her a little nod of encouragement, but we could see she was experiencing a type of stage fright. Kaitlyn whispered urgently to her, “C’mon, time’s ticking! What’s wrong?”
Maeve whispered raggedly, “I-I-I… I c-c-can’t. I-I c-c-an’t m-m-masturbate in p-p-p-p-p-public!”
Kaitlyn whispered back urgently, “Can we help?”
Maeve got an odd look on her face, then whispered urgently but unevenly, “Y-yeah. F-f-frig me! Frig me for charity!”
Her voice strengthened by the end, so that those nearest in the crowd heard it, one of whom called to us, “Jill her off!”
Kaitlyn and I looked at each other, and she shrugged with an amused smile on her face, so I slipped into a trance and probed Maeve’s body, being careful to avoid grounding my power out on the solarium’s tile floor. I could feel Kaitlyn’s magical presence join me in my probing, so I pushed a question to her through the bond: «Direct stimulation only, right? Nothing like the mage-egg?»
Kaitlyn looked up at me in surprise, apparently not having previously thought about whether we could communicate like this indoors, using Maeve’s body as our medium, but it was just another benefit that had fallen out of our recent technique refinements. Then she considered my question about whether using my new erotic stimulation magic would be a bad idea here at the party. It was one thing to use our magical senses to learn Maeve’s responses and react to them, but we had to bring about those effects using only physical touch if we didn’t want people to guess at our powers.
Kaitlyn sent back, «Yes, definitely. Fingers and tongues only.»
That settled, we quickly found our client’s most sensitive spots, the parts she was most desirous to have touched and begin rubbing at them, Kaitlyn taking Maeve’s outside spots and I taking her internal ones.
Learning the mage-egg technique had a tremendously powerful side-benefit: it had put a shining polish on everything I knew about the female sexual response. My magical senses had made me exceptionally skilled with women before, but while watching what that egg had done to Kaitlyn, I’d learned the qualia behind millions of pages of erotica novels. I planned to use every molecule of that knowledge tonight on Maeve.
“Hhhhahhh!” she breathed sharply as I slid a finger inside, letting her knees flop aside welcomingly. I found her most sensitive spot internally at the same instant that Kaitlyn found her clitoris, making Maeve bark, “Ayaaaah-ha-ha-haaa!” She then began breathing in short sharp gasps as we sent her over the cliffs into her first orgasm 10 seconds after beginning work.
“One!” I called out as I felt Maeve’s vaginal contractions on my finger, bringing a smattering of applause from the audience.
Kaitlyn stopped rubbing her clit while she orgasmed, but I kept up my fingering. As soon as the contractions subsided, I slid a second finger in and began making “come here” motions to stimulate the sensitive nerves along the vaginal wall behind the bladder, the fabled g-spot, a secondary erogenous zone I could find easily enough with my magic, but hard enough to find otherwise that science had largely labeled it bunk years ago.
Kaitlyn’s work on the clit was the main thing, but my contribution helped make her work more effective. Between us, we got Maeve moaning, contracting up into a crunch pose and holding it so she could watch our fingers palpate her pussy inside and out. She began breathing in short pants again for a while, then slammed her head back onto her pillow hard enough to ring a gong from the metal patio table as her second orgasm of the session hit. I nodded to Kaitlyn, who called out “Two!” This drew more enthusiastic applause from the crowd.
We kept pushing her in this way as fast as we could, one hand each working her clenching channel, the other continuing the erotic massage on the rest of her body, our off hands mostly focusing on her secondary erogenous zones, but also occasionally pushing a bit of magical power into her to heal the small but building collection of irritations: muscles sore from orgasmic contraction, genital inflammation, and even a few scrapes she’d gotten on her calves during the most recent orgasm, a spastic clench of ecstasy causing her to pull her legs up past the edge of the table. We wanted her entirely focused on pleasure.
“Three!” I called out, drawing another round of applause, unrestrained this time.
As our off hands stroked the rest of her body, one of my passes included a squeeze of her breast on my side, and I saw a little bead of milk appear at her nipple. I licked it off, making Maeve squirm in delight. Kaitlyn then repeated the trick, and we traded off doing this several times. It appeared that Matron Maeve was nursing at the moment. I delved my attention deep into her body and found that she was still healing from a recent delivery, and I healed the remaining damage there. I actually overdid it slightly, feeling her loosened vagina tighten up on my fingers.
“Four!” called Kaitlyn.
I slid my fingers back out, vaulted her leg and squatted down between her legs, sliding her rapidly toward the table edge, not wanting to lose time. I began tonguing her labia and clit rapidly, then slid a finger back in just in time to catch another rhythmic clenching. I didn’t need to nod to Kaitlyn: she felt it through the bond and called “Six!” to the crowd.
I resumed my licking and fingering, getting back to two fingers, then three before sending her off again. “Seven!” I called, taking a break from the licking. I resumed fingering her and returned to my licking and stroking.
“Ah, hah! Haaaaahhhhnnnngggghhhhhh!” called Maeve in an especially strong orgasm, clenching so tight she caused a bead of milk to emerge from both nipples.
“Eight!” Kaitlyn called, and we each licked the bead of milk on our side, then French kissed, tasting Maeve and each other, only to be interrupted by Molly calling “And time! That’s 15 minutes!” through the PA system.
The crowd answered with a thorough round of applause both for the intensity of the show and because they realized we’d achieved another $4000 for charity with our efforts.
I slid my fingers out of Maeve’s passage and Kaitlyn switched to gentle kisses around her vulva, our hands spreading out to resume the therapeutic massage, helping her to calm back down and relax. We’d have put Maeve to sleep except for the continuing crowd noise around us.
“That was amazing!” Maeve whispered to me as my head neared hers during this cool-down phase. “Best massage ever!” She lay her head back on the table, the pillow hopelessly beyond her exhausted grasp by now. “And best sex ever on the same night!” she added dreamily.
“And for such a good cause,” commented Kaitlyn low in her ear while slipping the lost pillow back under her head.
“Yeah,” Maeve said blurrily, though she clearly didn’t have charity on her mind at the moment.
As those at the back of the crowd began to disperse, thinking the show was over, I sent Kaitlyn a suggestion through the magical bond we continued to share with each other through our client. I saw a small smile on her lips and a nod of her head, redoubling her acknowledgement of my suggestion back through the bond.
Kaitlyn and I stood up, picked Maeve up by her arms and legs in a 2-person fireman’s carry, then called out “It’s snow elf time again!” and we began trotting our bundle toward the solarium’s double French doors onto the back patio, I opening the right one with a kick at the lever-style handle, Kaitlyn the left, the two of us pushing the doors open with our hips.
“What’re you doing with me!” Maeve called out in alarm. “Hey, put me down!”
Kaitlyn sing-songed in her most tricksy voice, “Oh, we’ll definitely set you down!”
I called out in the same sort of voice, “Snow angels!”
Then we gently tossed her into a fluffy snow drift flat on her back, flopping down beside her and proceeding to make snow angels ourselves, cackling with glee at the shock of the snow on our bare backsides, the shrieks and scramblings of our winner/victim, and the laughter of the guests that had followed us outside.
Maeve jumped up as soon as she could regain her senses, looking rather put out, but on seeing us two making snow angels and grinning madly up at her, she cracked a grin, folded her arms over her breasts, and begin laughing along with the crowd.
Kaitlyn and I popped to our feet once we saw our trick had been taken well, and we all went back inside, once again magically recharged from our full-backside contact with Gaia.
Jess ran across the patio to us and grabbed us in a hug, squealing in delight. “Oh, this was just perfect! This is just what I wanted to see! Thank you, thank you!”