3 comments/ 50446 views/ 2 favorites Val's Badminton Ch. 01 By: maudecardy Every Tuesday night was badminton night, which gave me a chance to have some exercise and also watch the various lady players - both for their badminton skills and for a glimpse of their underwear! At just 18 years old I was very much the junior, and the good players didn't want to play with me, but occasionally they had to - and sometimes I managed to get some good shots in and surprise them all. The one lady who was different from the rest was Val. She was in her early forties with short dark wavy hair and a well-built muscular body which made her look so butch it was sometimes unbelievable. She was about 5 foot 8, with powerful stocky legs and well-muscled arms, setting off her sole feminine attribute - her gorgeous well-filled breasts. She must have had a specialist sports bra to stop them just bouncing away as she lunged for short shots, reached back for high smashes, and generally raced about the court. Watching Val and her breasts was a joy to behold, especially if you were sitting out in a slightly hidden location and could slip a hand down your shorts. Energy and rushing about was her style of play, and she'd always finish up matches with sweat pouring down her face. After one particularly hard match I even noticed her legs glistening with sweat and wondered to myself about the rest of her body. But she revelled in the action, in running and reaching for shots, and getting everything she possibly could. In badminton games she was always very competitive, and seemed to want to play the man's place, forcing men to play up at the front in mixed doubles so she could play at the back. Needless to say they kept getting out of position and missing shots, which annoyed her intensely. She was also the self-appointed coach, giving nearly everyone else her thoughts and views as to what they were doing wrong. This particular night she was wearing a thin dark blue cardigan over a white polo shirt, with dark blue track suit bottoms and a little white skirt over the top. It was the way most of the ladies dressed, so they could take off their track suit as they warmed up, without going off court. Her short dark hair was brushed back off her face and as I watched her during the night she was in good form, racing about for shots and winning some good games. As expected, she'd taken off her tracksuit bottoms, and I had enjoyed watching the glimpses of her frilly white panties as she had bent down to pick up the shuttle or lunge for a shot. I'd played a game on her side once, and Val had been her usual bossy self. I lost a few serves, but managed a few close-up glances at her panties when she bent over, and once when we nearly collided I grabbed her waist to stop falling over. It felt good to hold her sweater and feel her firm body underneath. Soon the evening was coming to a close, so I went to the changing rooms to change out of my shorts. Taking them off I slipped a hand into my underpants and over my cock to pull it upwards, wishing that Val was doing it for me. My pants were tight as I let the waistband go, before pulling on my tracksuit bottoms then my tracksuit top. Then back to the hall to go home. Val came up to me as the others drifted off. "I think you could improve your game a lot, Andrew, if you had some extra coaching." she said. "Especially your service - you haven't quite got the knack of it yet, have you?" "Well I'd certainly like to improve it - what sort of coaching did you mean?" I replied. Val looked me in the eye: "I was just thinking I could show you how to do things on a one-to-one basis. Why don't you come round tonight on your way home, and I can show you what I mean? I'll phone your mum from here to let her know you'll be a bit late." And with that, it was all sorted. Val phoned, we gathered our things together and went back to her house. She openend the door, and switched on the light. "Gee's away again at the moment so there's no-one here except Toby." Toby was the big dog that bounded up, but Val took him by the collar and led him away out of the room. Gee was her husband, actually called Geoff but she called him Gee for some reason. I sat down while Val came back, drew the curtains and switched on the side lights. It was a big room with easy chairs at one end and a dining suite at the other. Val was wearing her dark blue cardigan again but no polo shirt, I was very pleased to see. She'd taken her sweater off while playing, and must have switched clothes in the changing rooms before we left. Now the cardigan was buttoned up nearly to the top, with her matching blue tracksuit bottoms under her white badminton skirt, with white socks and plimsols to complete the picture. I was suddenly aware that I only had my underpants on underneath the tracksuit, and as I put my hands in my pockets I could feel myself quite easily. "Right!" said Val, "We'd better get started while we're still warmed up. I would really like a shower but we'd better get on. Now pick up your racquet, come and stand in the centre here, and we'll sort out that serve of yours." I did as she said, standing in the middle of the lounge with my badminton racquet in my hand. She stood facing me, looking me up and down. "Now, Andrew, just watch me closely." she said, "See how my body and arms are held ready to serve?" I looked at her, noticing the tightness of her sweater over her broad breasts - and the two prominent bulges of her nippples pushing forwards. "Look closely." she ordered, and I certainly did - she looked fantastic! "Now you get in the same position." she commanded. I did my best, but it was clearly not right. "No," she said, "you need to stand further back on your heels, and push your chest out more. And your hips are not right either." She moved towards me, and grabbed my waist before pushing my shoulders back to get my stance how she wanted it. Her hands felt somehow good as she pushed and pulled me and I could feel my cock growing in appreciation as she manhandled me into the right position. Then she went back in front to view her handiwork. "I think I'll just take these off so you can see me more clearly." she said, slipping off her tracksuit bottoms and leaving them on a chair. "Now can you see my hips better?" She stepped back a few paces. I could see her bare legs very well, with her short skirt revealing her well-muscled thighs. I was about to reply, when she seemed to have another thought. "Well I suppose this skirt isn't much help really - I'll take it off too." And with that she just peeled off the white badminton skirt, revealing her white frilly panties. To my amazement the front of her panties were just plain white cotton, with the frills only around her bottom. The tightness of her panties, clinging to her body from her belly down to where they folded between her legs, was really so arousing as she stood there not four feet away, pulling her cardigan hem down to neaten it. "There, that's better - you can see me clearly now, can't you!" she smiled. "Errr, yes." was all I could manage to say as I felt myself begining to blush and my cock twitch as it filled out. The sight of Val, hand on hips, with tight dark blue cardigan and tighter white panties, standing just in front of me was so arousing. "Now, watch my body again as I take up the position, and see where my hips, chest and arms are." I watched as Val prepared to serve, and tried to take in all the details so I could remember for later on in the darkness of my own bed. I would have loved to toss myself with this view. Her dark wool-covered sleeves, pulled a little way up her arms. Her rounded breasts with nipples clearly visible, pushing forward under the thin wool. The neat line of the hem of her sweater. And her tight white panties, smoothly rounded and folded as they dipped into the shadows between her legs. She flicked an imaginary shot, twisting her wrist to give it more power. "Now its your turn" she smiled. I got into what I thought was the right position, but from her face I could see it still wasn't right. "It's no good, I just can't see where your hips are with that tracksuit on, to see where you are going wrong. You'll have to take your tracksuit off too, Andrew." I took off the top and was about to slip off the bottoms when I realised my shorts were in my bag. I knew that by now my tight underpants would be very revealing - as my cock was taking a distinct interest in Val. "I can't take the bottoms off - I'm not wearing any shorts!" I blurted out. Val didn't seem to mind. "Well you've got underpants on haven't you? - or at least a jock strap?" she asked, "Good heavens I've seen plenty of men in underpants before - just get on with it, Andrew!" So I reluctantly turned away, peeled off my tracksuit trousers and put them on a chair. Then pulled my underpants up tight, quickly easing my cock upwards, and pulled my shirt down to try to hide the bulge in the front. "OK, so now stand up straight, and get in the serve position." Val commanded. I thought for a second, then did as I was told, knowing she could see my underpants easily below my badminton shirt, and knowing she could see my erect cock if she looked. And she did. She looked hard at me, from my feet up to my eyes. Then came towards me. "Mmmm." she began. "You've still not got quite the right position, Andrew. Here, let me help you." And she moved behind me, grabbing my waist again, then pushing my bottom forward. "You need to push out a bit here," she said, then, pulling my left shoulder back, "And a bit further backward here. Now, let's have a look at that." All her touching, holding and pressing me had driven my cock to distraction and now I was nearly fully erect, aware that as she came round to the front she could see me clearly through the tight white cotton of my underpants. She stood back, then looked at me. "I don't think you are quite ready for this, are you Andrew? You've got something else on your mind, haven't you. You'd better just put your racquet down a minute while I sort you out..." I put down the racquet on the chair, then stood up, facing her. "Lift your shirt up, and hold it with your hands on your waist, please." she said, moving towards me. I was acutely embarassed but did as she instructed, watching her stare at my underpants and knowing she was taking in my erection under the tight cotton. As she neared, she put her own hands forward, and just grabbed the waistband of my underpants at the front and pulled it out towards her then down with a single movement. I was staggered, shocked, amazed and aroused all at once. She just stared at my extending cock as it reached towards her. "This is no good for badminton, Andrew." she said sternly. "I think we should get rid of this straightaway - just keep your hands on your hips and I'll get it gone in no time." And with that she pulled my underpants down to my knees, then reached forward and grabbed my cock. Her fingers were deliciously cold and firm as she held me with one hand around the shaft and the other under my balls. She began to toss me with a firm vigorous rhythm. I gasped and panted, "But you can't do this to me Val..." I began. "Oh, can't I?" she replied: "You just watch me! Now get on with it, we haven't got all night." And as I watched she kept up her rhythmical pumping of my cock, and I could feel my cum building up. I still couldn't believe what was going on. "Come on," she was urging, "Come on, let it out, you know you want to. Don't you?" She didn't wait for a reply. "I've seen you, looking at my panties under my skirt, and at my boobs too. Well now it's my turn to look at you. I must say you are very well developed for a youngster. Now let's see what your prick can do. Come on, you be a good boy for me and let your spunk out.... I can feel it's building up well, inside this hard stiffness of yours..." I watched, lost for words, as her wool-clad arms moved rhythmically, fingers shafting me and squeezing the base of my cock. Her breasts were wobbling too, in time to her pumping hand, and I could see the nipples bouncing about under the thin wool of her cardigan. "Once we've got this out of the way we can concentrate on that serve of yours, can't we? But a big hardon like this is no good for badminton, now is it?" I was just panting now, watching in disbelief as she just took me. And it was building up now, far too quickly. I knew I was going to cum soon, with her hands pumping me relentlessly. She saw the dribble of pre-cum on the end of my cock, and smiled up at me. "Nearly ready, pet?" she asked, and saw my brief nod as I panted for air. "Well I think I'll just slip your prick inside my sleeve to finish you off!" she said. "No need to get the carpet messy, is there?" And with her right hand she grabbed my cock, somehow pulling the cuff of her left sleeve out and forcing me up inside the dark blue wool. It was very tight, as the cardigan had been tight on her arm even without my cock in it, and she pressed her left hand deeper under my balls to force me further up her sleeve. It felt as if I was pushing inside her, somehow. We could both see the outline of my cock pushing forwards under the wool, as she squeezed my balls with her left hand and gripped my cock with her right. "Well my cardy needed a wash anyway, so you just let go up my sleeve, there's a good boy! Come on, let's have that spunk out of you!" And as she kept up her rubbing through the wool of her cardigan I felt myself reaching a climax. I tried to hold back, not believing it was happening, but she was just too arousing. I cried out as I came, and felt my spunk shoot up inside her sleeve. "Ooh, that's so hot! " she smiled, as the first burst pumped against her, "but when its all come out at least we can get your serve sorted out properly." She carried on wanking me and I could see the growing wet patch staining her wool-covered wrist as my semen spread out up her arm. "Come on, let's get it all out of you!" she smiled at me, squeezing my balls more as she carried on working up my cock. I was in heaven at the sight and feelings, but amazed and embarassed by what had just happened. Here was my idol Val, old enough to be my mother, dressed in my dream clothes, forcing me to cum! "Right Andrew, you must have finished by now, so let's get this prick out of my sleeve, then we can get back to your serve." She pulled her left arm away, and my deflating cock appeared from under the blue wool, leaving a large dark patch up her arm, and dribbles down her wrist. She moved her other sleeve across to mop it up, then matter-of-factly started to undo her cardigan buttons, starting at the top. She must have seen the expression of disbelief on my face. "Well I can't wear this any more, can I? It's got all your sticky cum inside it! I'm sure you won't mind me wearing just my bra and panties." I watched as the undone buttons revealed more of her white bra. It was some kind of sports bra, but so well filled I just couldn't help staring. And the material was thin enough to show off the large darker nipples, the ends pushing forwards so prominently. She pulled the sleeves off, taking care not to let any semen spill, then loosely folded the cardigan with the sleeves on top, and put it on a chair. "Right my lad, let's get back to where we were. Pull your pants up tight again, and bring your racquet out into the middle of the room. Let's see if we can get this service right!" Val's Badminton Ch. 02 It was the week after my first special coaching session, and Val had suggested that now I was an 18 year old senior I should go round before the regular badminton club time, to have some more of her one-to-one training. Half of me said I shouldn't go, but the other half just wanted to be aroused again - or wondered if it had all been a dream. The other half won, so there I was, a full hour before the club started, ringing her front door bell. Val opened the door, wearing a thin - and tight - purple cardigan and her short white badminton skirt, with little white socks and badminton trainers. Despite her muscular stature and short wavy hair, she looked quite feminine and somehow very arousing. "Come in, Andrew," she smiled, "I thought you weren't going to come! - I do hope you're ready for a proper practice this time!" "Sorry I'm a bit late," I replied, stepping into the house, "I couldn't find my racquet anywhere." I lied. I could hardly tell her that I just had a good wanking in the bathroom, as I got changed and remembered her amazing activities of last week. My cock was now safe and small in my tight underpants, with my shorts, shirt and tracksuit completing my clothes list. Val shut the door, then went into the lounge. The curtains were drawn, and the room looked just as I remembered it from last time. Her tracksuit and some other clothes were on a chair, with her racquet. She moved to the centre of the room. "Well, Andrew, before we start on the coaching you must have some warming up. Come and stand in front of me so you can watch what I do - and I can keep an eye on you." I did as I was told, taking in her cardigan more closely. It was round necked, with the top button undone, and pulled beautifully tight over her rounded bosom. She pulled her sleeves up a little, as if getting ready for action. Then she seemed to suddenly remember something. "I'd better just slip this off so you can see my movements better." she said, casually unfastening her skirt before lowering it to the floor and throwing it over to her other clothes on the chair. She pulled off her shoes too, leaving them neatly by the chair She wore tight white panties, a sort of stretchy cotton that clung to her muscular hips and bottom as she turned. I tried to remember every detail of her panties and the delightful folds as the cloth stretched tightly between her legs. She looked even more arousing now: solid and muscled but somehow totally revealing. "There, now you can see me properly again, can't you?" She looked me straight in the eye, pulling down the hem of her cardigan to keep a neat line. "Well, yes..." was all I could manage, as I felt my cock twitch - and the reminder of my earlier tossing ached gently in my organ. "OK Andrew, first let's just do some loosening up - you watch me then just do the same." As she spoke, she lifted her elbows up to shoulder height, and began twisting her shoulders. Her sweater stretched beautifully over her breasts, only about five feet away from me. I followed her movements. "That's right," she said, "keep your waist still and flex your upper back, that's good." We continued for a few minutes, before she stopped. "Right, now some running on the spot to get your legs muscles going." and with a serious expression, she began to jog on the spot. I copied her, looking closely as her breasts bounced and wobbled while she ran. Her nipples seemed to be sticking out now - and I realised she'd seen me looking at her. "Come on, keep up Andrew, don't just stare at me!" and she went into a mock sprint speed, wobbling rhythmically, before slowing down again. Soon we were both breathing faster as the exercise began to warm us up. "Right, let's just stop and relax a minute," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Now you can strip your tracksuit off and we can get on with the coaching." I did as I was told, thankful that this time I'd got my shorts on, and put my tracksuit on the chair. "Do I need my trainers on?" I asked, seeing that Val was shoe-less. "No, just leave them by the chair," replied Val, "and while you're about it I think you should slip your shorts off too - then I can see better how you are getting on." I was in heaven - or was I? I knew my cock was hardening, but it still ached from earlier. What would she do - or what could she see under my badminton shirt? "Come on," Val ordered, "let's have you back in front of me." I stepped back to the middle of the lounge, facing Val, who was standing with her legs slightly apart, hands on hips, well in command of the situation. Her cardigan was tight over her chest, with breasts rising and falling quite fast still after that exercise, and her panties clinging tightly to her body, smoothly curving between her legs. I felt my erection rise. "There's a good exercise we can do as a pair," began Val, as my head raced ahead with possibilities. "We just sit on the floor, facing each other..." and she sat down, so I followed suit. She drew her knees up, showing off her panties more than I'd ever seen. The gentle swelling of her mound between her legs seemed like a magnet to my eyes, which darted from there to her breasts and back again. "Now you do the same, and put your feet against mine, then lean forward and we hold hands." We got into position, and I realised Val could see as much of my underpants as I could see of hers. She gripped my hands tightly. "Now we take it in turns to lean back, with the other one pulling forward again, so we exercise each other's back and tummy, and legs and arms at the same time. Come on!" So forgetting about any modesty, I leaned backwards then felt Val pull me up, then let her go back, looking closely at her tight panties, then pulled her heavy weight back up. We kept this up for some time, me alternating between looking closely at her panties, which seemed delightfully soft and deliciously attractive, then realising she was looking at me and knowing my cock was clear for her to see as my erection was now full with my cock arching upwards. It was as I went backwards that she let me go right back to the floor, and loosed her grip. "This is good exercise, Andrew, but no good at all when you get like this, now is it?" And her hands reached up under my shirt to the waistband of my pants, before pulling the front down exposing my cock, which sprung fully to attention as she watched. I could only look as she pulled the waistband with one hand, and with the other just reached forward and encircled the base of my cock. "I can see I'll have to get rid of this for you again, won't I, Andrew, you naughty boy!" She knelt up, moving round beside me, and somehow eased my pants right off. "Open your legs for me, and put your hands behind your head out of the way." She pulled my sports shirt up my chest, and then with one hand stroked my chest whilst the other rubbed the inside of my thigh. "Now let's just do some exercising on this prick of yours," she said, moving her hands to meet at my cock and balls. "You know you're worse than my horse when it comes to to getting a stiff prick - let's see if I can get you off as fast as I can toss my horse!" And with that she began to wank me, gripping me firmly with one hand while the other cradled my balls. I was in heaven, and so aroused I would have come within seconds had it not been for my earlier tossing. Just to see Val, kneeling beside me with her tight cardigan and panties, was an image I wanted to retain for ever. Her fingers kept up their relentless work as my pleasure mounted. "Come on," she urged, "I want you to be a good boy for me and let go - don't try and hold it back. You know I'll get what I want in the end, don't you?" I couldn't answer, and felt my hips now starting to writhe as her fingers aroused me still further. "I know what you might need," she said, and leaving off from stroking my balls she pulled my legs wider apart. Her one hand kept up the rhythmic tossing motion, but now her other hand explored down between my legs, "I think you might need a little bit of tickling on your bottom, my lad, like my horse Prince does. He loves a good tickling round his anus!" And with that she somehow separated my bottom cheeks and began to finger me, right around my anus, exciting me to explode. I was getting unable to stop anything, as she continued to talk in a firm but soft voice: "Come on, let it out Andrew, don't hold back for me. Let's get these balls working and see the nice white colour of your cum!" I looked at her breasts, nipples now clearly hard, and looked down at her wool-covered arms, one hand moving up my shaft, the other disappearing between my legs. It was just as I was reaching my peak that she pushed her finger inside me and I just had to shout out with a cry of pleasure. "There's a good boy!" she urged, "Come on, let it out for me," and with her final urge my cum shot out all over my chest. She kept up her pumping, smiling to herself, then slipped her finger out of me, stroking my balls as I slowly deflated. "That's very good!" Val smiled, slowing her rhythmic movements, "That's very good indeed - I can see I'm going to have to take you into my advanced level training. Do you think you'd like that?" I was passed caring and in heaven. "Oh yes," I panted, "If it's anything like as good as this then I'll come every week!" "Well I'm not sure about every week, but I'll give you an introduction next week, and see if you are ready for it." she smiled, "And when your cock's gone soft again, we can concentrate on the proper exercises that you came here for in the first place. I'll get your serve perfected yet!" Val's Badminton Ch. 03 For the next week I spent the nights re-living those sessions with Val - half not believing what had happened and half just wanting more. Then it was Tuesday again, so tonight it would be our third session... if it was real. I'd had a large dinner, which I rushed, so wasn't really feeling like exercising. I'd quickly got changed, pulling on some stretchy white pants that felt very revealing - and easing myself upright as I pulled them up tight. Then my shorts and a polo top, my white socks and trainers and I was done. I pulled on my tracksuit, grabbed my racquets then left the house. I could feel that delightful tension as I rang the doorbell, then in only a few seconds it opened and Val was there. She was wearing a white v-knecked cardigan and her short tennis skirt, with white short socks and trainers. "Hello," she smiled, "I was hoping you might be a few minutes early, as I've got a special new exercising machine for you to try. Come on in!" I went in passed her then waited in the hall as she shut the door. My eyes were glued to her cardigan as she turned round: it was quite thick, with a ribbed pattern in the white wool and a lowish V at the front showing plenty of pink flesh. "Do you like my new cardy?" she asked, walking towards me. "It's lovely soft wool even though it looks coarse and rough - just rub your fingers over my arm!" And she held out her arm so I stroked the soft white wool, feeling my cock twitch as I did so. "Yes, I thought you might like it, you do like soft clingy sweaters, don't you?" I didn't know what to say, but made an embarrassed smile and nodded. "Come on then, my lad, warm up exercises for you on my new machine!" she smiled, brushing passed me and going up stairs. I'd not been upstairs in her house before and it felt somehow very intimate. I just hoped her husband was still away. She stopped at the landing at the top of the stairs, and pointed out which room was which. It seemed a much bigger house upstairs, somehow. "Well this is the spare room, with the new exercise machine," she said, pointing to the room on my left, then there's the master bedroom next to it, then the hobby room, and over there - " she pointed to my right - "is the main bathroom. So if you need to...?" she left the sentence hanging. "No, I'm fine thanks. Ready for my exercises!" Then I wished I hadn't seemed so forward as she seemed to scold me: "Well, we'll see about that! - now follow me in." The room itself was nicely decorated, with fitted wardrobe and a double bed, so it was a good size for a spare room. The exercise machine was on the floor to the side of the bed. It was a kind of grey metal frame, with black headrest and black foam-covered arch of metal. "Whatever do you do with this?" I asked. "Well, I'll show you first, and then you can join in." replied Val, lying on the floor with the arch over her head, and her head resting on the headrest. "You put your arms on this arch," she said, lifting up her arms, "Then pull yourself up using just your tummy muscles. It's specially for strengthening your abdomen, from your chest downwards. Just watch!" And she began to pull herself up and lower herself, lifting her shoulders off the floor. After a few she stopped. "Phew,!" she said, "It's hard work! But you'll see my muscles working if you just pull my cardi up a bit." I hesitated slightly - it was too good to be true - then she continued: "Come on, Andrew, just lift up my sweater and you can see my muscles as I show you some more moves." So I reached down, and knelt beside her, before lifting the bottom of her cardigan, and pulling it up towards her bra. "That's fine!" she said, "Now I'll just slip off my skirt, because it's much too tight for doing exercises like these." So she calmly undid the skirt fastening before unwrapping it, and sliding it off. She lay there with her tight white panties hugging every part of her body, her cardigan pulled up to her chest. "Just watch as I pull myself up." she said - but I had no intention of not watching her very closely, and she knew it. I wriggled my hips gently as I watched her, feeling myself expanding as she moved deftly through the exercises. Her muscles were clear under the slight excess of weight she carried, and the contrast of her pink skin with her tight white panties and soft white cardigan was beautiful to see. And my eyes were glues to the folds of her panties between her legs - so near! After a while she lay back, flinging her arms behind her head. "Oh, this is hard work! But now it's your turn. While I recover you'll need to take off your tracksuit - and your shorts too. You need to keep loose for this exercise!" So as I began unzipping my top, she pulled herself into a sitting position before standing up next to me, her tight white panties clinging so tightly to her firm, rounded body and her white cardigan bulging delightfully over her ample breasts. I took off my trainers and tracksuit bottoms, standing in front of her in my top and shorts. "Now off with your shorts - you know the drill!" she ordered, so I slid them down, half regretting putting on such tight white pants, as my top only covered the waistband, leaving my growing hardness exposed. I saw to my embarrassment a little damp patch at the top of my pants, but then to my relief, my polo shirt flopped down to cover it. "Excellent - you've certainly got a good body, haven't you - but a bit of flab here I think!" she said, lifting up my shirt and squeezing my waist. " Now just lie down like I did, and get yourself comfy on that headrest." I did as she'd asked, then she continued, "Lift up your arms onto the top bar - that's good - and now try pulling yourself up, lifting your shoulders and as you move your arms forward so the headreast lifts off behind you to support your neck." She knelt down beside me, showing off her cleavage as she leaned forward, her legs brushing against mine. I pulled myself up, feeling the muscles working, then glanced down and saw the wet patch on my pants getting larger. "Now I need to see your muscles at work." smiled Val, lifting my shirt up over my chest. "You just keep your pull-ups going while I watch you for a few pulls." So half shutting my eyes I kept up with rhythmic pull-ups, knowing my cock was arching with each one, and that Val was kneeling right next to me. Then I felt her cold hand on my stomach, and she pressed in to feel my muscles. "Is it working?" she asked, to herself as much as anyone, as her hand explored my belly. "Well I can feel something of your muscles, but you do need to work on them, don't you... " and her hand kept up its probing stroking of me, arousing me all the time. "Well it's obviously working down here, isn't it!" she glanced at my cock, than looked me in the eyes. "You do seem to need a regular exercise between your legs, don't you Andrew?" And saying no more she just pulled my pants down, exposing my stiff cock to her gaze once more. Then she grasped it firmly. "Carry on with your pull-ups," she spoke firmly, "I didn't tell you to stop, now did I?" I gasped as she began to move her fingers forcefully up and down my shaft, but carried on with the pull-ups, my hand gripping the top bar tightly as she began to toss me. Every time I pulled myself up I could see her fingers, gripping me. Then as I lay back so she pulled down hard, forcing my cock harder and longer with each pull. I just knew she was going to have me again and it felt so wonderful, so under her control, that I just kept on with my pull-ups. By now my breathing was getting stronger, and I could see she was getting more into the rhythm of tossing me, her breasts wobbling with her hand movements, forcing my cock even stronger. Suddenly she spoke again. "No, it's no good like this, the machine keeps getting in the way - just stop your pull-ups and let me finish you off. I'm getting much too hot in this sweater, too." So I lay back with my arms still clutching the machine bar above my head, and watched. She knelt up, then quickly unbuttoned her cardigan, from the bottom upwards, revealing her gorgeous well-filled plain white sports bra. "We can't have you peeking at me, you cheeky thing!" she smiled, "So I'll hide your head under my cardi!" And with that she took her cardigan off and laid it over my face, before her hands reached down again for my cock and balls. The sensation of the wool on my face, the soft hairiness and the smell of her perfume and her body were just so amazing. And the practised movements of her expert fingers over my body meant that I didn't really stand a chance. "Come on!" she urged, as she pumped and stroked my shaft, one hand exploring my balls. Then I felt her hand go lower, and I wanted so much for... "Open your legs wide now!" she commanded, then I felt her fingers exploring my body back from my balls, slipping between my cheeks while the other hand kept on its tossing motion. My cum was nearly there, when her finger reached my anus, flicking and teasing as she tossed me. With a loud cry I came, shooting cum all over my body - and from her own cry, over her arms too. She continued her rhythmic hand movements until all my cum was drained out, and I could feel my intense hardness soften slightly as my panting reached its peak. I felt her move a little, then her cardigan was pulled off my face so I could see her again. "This was in need of a wash with all my sweat," she smiled, "So I may as well make it useful too." and she began wiping her arms. "Where do you get so much cum from, Andrew, it seems to be everywhere!" Then she leaned forward and wiped my belly and the tops of my legs with her cardigan. The sight of her in just her bra and panties, moving her hands and sweater over my body, caused my cock to stir again. "No more just yet, young man, we've got some badminton to do first! But I think it's about time you graduated to my senior club. It meets on a Saturday, if you feel you're ready for it now?" "Well, yes, Val, if it means more training." I said, my chest still heaving as my heart pounded. "Well of course - and more adult training too, so you'd better keep all of this secret, you know. If I get any kind of whisper that you've told anyone - anyone - then it will all stop straightaway. Do you understand?" She was suddenly serious, standing up in front of me in her bra and panties. "Of course!" I replied, feeling a bit insulted. I wasn't going to tell anyone - and if she was going to give me more tossing, what more could I want? Val's Badminton Ch. 04 At the end of our last training session, Val had said that I should come over on a Saturday as she would sort out a full exercise programme for me - in the Senior Club - which sounded like a good enough reason for me to go over and see her again. Who knows what might happen? I knocked on the door, wondering what the advanced exercises would mean. Val opened the door, smiling at me with that twinkle in her eyes. She was wearing a white cotton dressing gown, with belt knotted at the waist, under which I could see a dark blue cardigan buttoned up to the neck, peeking out in the 'v' of her robe. She seemed to be wearing nothing else as far as I could see. "Hello Andrew, glad you could make it, " she said, "Come on in." and she shut the door behind me. "Now that we've got some more time - and you've shown me what you can do as a proper Senior Member - I think its time for some more serious exercises to tone you up properly." She walked by me towards the stairs. "Come on up - you've not seen my gym before, have you?" "I didn't know you'd got a proper gym here - no wonder you are so fit." I replied. "Why, thank you Andrew!", she smiled, walking on up the stairs ahead of me. I followed her, watching the gown as it clung to her bottom, with her bare legs and bare feet making me think of her body with fewer clothes on. There was a radio playing in one of the rooms, but she led me through to a back room, then opened the door and beckoned me in. "So what do you think of this?" she beamed. The first thing I noticed was the floor to ceiling mirror on the wall opposite the door - so you could see yourself going into the room. There was a soft green carpet, and blinds drawn at the windows. Then I realised that the entire left-hand wall was mirrored too. Moving into the room, there was a gym machine in the middle - a grey bench and tubular steel frame with weights and pulleys. There was a white wardrobe in right near corner, with weights and dumb-bells in front of it on the floor, and a pull-up machine over in the far corner. Then there were more mirrors on the right wall too, so it looked a huge space - and everywhere you looked you could see yourself - and of course I could see Val. "So welcome to my gym!" said Val, waving her hand around to show it all off. "Actually I call it my Olympic Gym. Do you like it?" "Yes, it looks amazing!" I said. "All this equipment - and all these mirrors! - but why Olympic?" I asked, still looking round as Val moved towards the central machine. "Well," she said, turning to face me, "in the original ancient Olympic Games, the competitors had no clothes on - they just competed naked. So in my gym, anyone doing exercises has to be naked too! But you won't mind that, will you - after all I've seen plenty of you recently, haven't I!" She smiled knowingly, looking over at my embarrassment and remembering her wanking off of me. "Rule number one in the gym - is no clothes on for exercises! That's why this is only for Seniors. And as you've come here to do some exercising, I think you'd just better strip off for me - and put your clothes over there in the wardrobe..." I didn't know quite what to do, as I'd only just put on my tracksuit with the anticipation of maybe some pleasure - but not this open this quickly. "Come on - off with it all!" Val was in her element now, bossing me about. She moved over to the wardrobe and held the doors open. "Just put your clothes on this shelf - come on now!" Val undid the belt of her robe, then pulled it open and hung it up, revealing that tight dark blue cardigan - and plain tight white stretchy panties. "My second rule is that if you are watching or between exercises I insist that guests must wear a cardigan, just to keep warm - but nothing else." she smiled, "So I'll just slip my panties off now!" And with a natural easy movement, she simply slid her panties down, before picking them up and putting them on one of the shelves in the wardrobe. I was amazed as she stood there, cardigan still buttoned up but now naked from the waist down, her shaven mound slipping into a neat inviting fold between her legs. It was just so outrageous, that she was standing there, half naked, and forcing me to strip off in front of her. "Stop gawping, boy! You'll see plenty of skin up in my gym, you know. Now it's my turn to see a bit of yours - don't be shy!" Embarrassed and flustered, I took off my top, revealing my polo shirt, then lowered my tracksuit bottoms, pulling off my trainers and socks. Now I was wearing just my polo shirt and underpants, and could feel my twitching already. I slipped off my shirt first, then, knowing she was watching every move, slid down my pants, and kind of grabbed my clothes in front of me to hide myself a little as I put them in the wardrobe. Turning round, I realised my total nakedness, as I could see myself in the opposite mirror, and felt Val's gaze on my growing cock. "You are a keen youngster, aren't you?" she smiled, "So let's have a warm-up lying on the carpet. You just lie down here, and I'll bring you some weights over." I watched, lying naked on the floor as she walked over to pick up the weights, her naked bottom muscles flexing as she walked. Then watching her hands in the mirror, I realised she'd been unbuttoning her cardigan on the way over. As she turned round with the weights in her hands, the cardigan just hung open, revealing a three inch strip of pink skin between the dark blue wool. Her breasts wobbled gently as she walked across, still hidden under the flapping wool, but as she reached down to put the first weight by my right hand, her cardigan gaped open, revealing the fullness of her rounded breast. I felt my cock arch up with excitement. She walked behind me, showing off her body then put the other weight by my left hand. Then she moved towards my feet and turned to face me. I felt amazed to be lying there, as she'd just shown off her breasts and was openly showing me those gorgeous pink folds between her legs, just as if it was such an ordinary thing to do. "Right, this first exercise is for your chest and arms - I want you to lift the weights over your head, keeping your arms stretched right out. And open your legs a little, then keep them flat on the floor." I could feel my arousal now rock hard, and knew she was just looking at me, but had to do as she said. "Good," she smiled after the first one - now another nine please - then a short break." I did as I was told, feeling the muscles work and knowing my cock was now fully hard and aching with each lift of the weights. "Now for some tummy-pulls," she said. "Just lift your feet off the floor, keeping yours legs straight, hands by your hips but held off the ground, and just pull your chest up a little, then down - and do ten of them. Off you go!" So I pulled up, looking down to see my cock looking back at me, arching upwards, then I released. Then again, and another surge in my cock. It was getting very arousing even without having Val standing watching me. But with her there it was dynamite. "Come on my lad!" she said, at the fifth or sixth pull up, "Let's see those tummy muscles working - here let me feel them tighten." And she moved beside me and squatted down, her breasts hanging free of the cardigan, and she stroked my stomach. It was electric. Her breasts seemed huge and full, with large nipples and prominent teats, and I longed to suck them and bury my head in their softness. She looked me in the eyes. "Right now pull up, and hold it hard!" she said, so I lifted up and felt her fingers grab my hard erection. I gasped in pleasure at her firm touch - it was just so amazing when she held my cock. "Mmmm yes, you are nice and hard aren't you! Now relax your body... now pull up again." and as I did so, so she pressed firmly on the base of my cock, forcing it harder and stronger. "Oh God, Val, that is just so wonderful!" I said, as I couldn't just lie there quietly any more. "Hush - no talking - you just concentrate on your pull-ups. I'll concentrate on this unruly prick of yours. Now another two good pulls on your tummy please!" So I did as she said, feeling the ache of my belly muscles but the total pleasure of her fingers - and the sight of her wool-clad arms as her hands gripped my cock. Her breasts were wobbling gently now as she squatted by my side, and I thought of the total pleasure of lying back and letting her take me with her fingers like last time. But it was not be. "Right, my lad!" she said, "Now it's time for you to lie back and think of England - I'm just going to give your prick a full Senior exercising, which is clearly what it needs." And with that she just half stood up to put one leg each side of me, then, facing me, she lowered herself down into a squatting position, her hips just over my cock, and her cardigan flapping open with beautiful full breasts hanging free. I was in heaven just looking at her. But I couldn't believe what she did next. She just reached under her body to grab my quivering cock, then held it upright as she lowered herself down onto me. She was so slippery and ready, and keeping her eye on the job in hand, she just pushed herself straight over me and lowered herself fully down on my shaft. It felt exquisite as her slippery vagina slid right over my cock, taking its virginity as she pushed fully down on me. "There!" she said, looking up, "That's what he needed, a firm muscle to exercise him. So now I'll do my own leg exercises while you just lie back and take it!" Squatting over me, with her fingers touching the carpet each side of my chest, she started her hips pumping up and down on me. It was an indescribable pleasure, both the feelings and the sight of her breasts wobbling and bouncing as she put her efforts into the thrusting movements. Her cardigan was hanging wide open, but sometimes flapped back to hide her nipple, and the soft hem was tickling my side as she moved up and down in her rhythmic push-ups. I was beginning to pant harder now, feeling my hips move up to meet hers, and thrust myself deep into her warm wet softness. She looked at me again: "So, how's this for some Senior exercising? - And I can feel you're pushing back up at me you know!" I was panting hard now, as I made love for the first time - to a woman old enough to be my mother. "Come on, just let it out now, I know you want to - I'll just give you a few special pulls!" and with that she squatted back more upright, so she was taking all her weight on her legs, and put her hands behind her head to show off her breasts for me. "So how would you like to cum for me now?" she smiled, panting slightly but still moving her hips up and down as her vagina teased and squeezed my erect cock. She squirmed her hips and pushed back down on me, which felt like a really tight grip, all around me. I gasped, and she did it again, then again. I knew I couldn't last much longer as the sight and sounds and feelings of her body pushing down on me were just too much for me to take. "Come on now," she was saying, with each thrust, "Come on now, have me, have me, have me," and as she kept it up I let out a long loud groan of pleasure as I felt my cum spurt up into her body. She kept up her thrusting, but changed the words to "had me, had me, had me", and eventually slowed her movements down, letting her body fall forward till her hands took her weight, and lowered her breast over my face. "Here's your prize for coming so nicely - have a little suck of me!" And I still remember that feeling of her soft breast, hard nipple and soft woolly cardigan as it all three seemed to fill my lips at once. I was just savouring the pleasure of it all, and my cock was just relaxing, and starting to shrink inside her, when she looked up towards the door, muttering something about tissues. Then she suddenly shouted out: "Gee, can you bring me the tissues please! I need them now!" I froze at what she'd said. Gee - whose real name was Geoff - was her husband . I was sure he must be out for the day - not in the next room while his wife had sex with me. Whatever was going on? Val just looked down at me: "There's always something he forgets," she smiled, as if it was a normal thing to talk to your husband just after you'd had sex with one of your neighbour's kids, whose cock was still inside you. I had no time to think as the door opened, and Geoff came in wearing a short white robe, just like Val's. Geoff was slightly shorter than me - about 5'10" or so, and a bit weightier but not fat. He had quite long wavy hair, and I'd got to see him quite a lot over the years at the badminton club. He always seemed to be under Val's thumb, but then again, Val seemed to take charge of everyone. "Here you are Val," he smiled at her. "Was that a good warm up for you?" "Not the box, you idiot, I just wanted a couple of tissues" Val snapped back, "and Andrew will want some too to mop up his cum too. But the warm-up was very good, thank-you, especially for Andrew's first time, and he's certainly very keen on his exercises, aren't you pet? I think he'll make a very good member of the Senior Club once he gets to know people." I couldn't think what to say, so just took the tissues dumbstruck as he passed them to me, and as Val lifted herself carefully off my semi-erect cock, wiping the tissues between her legs, so I wiped up the wet juices from my belly and cock, wondering what on earth was going on. Val must have caught my expression as she stood up, or maybe she just wanted to explain anyway. "In case you hadn't guessed, Gee and I have a very open marriage, don't we love?" she smiled at him, putting her hand under his chin. "And my gym is where we can let off steam in a very healthy way! Now I'll just go and have a quick shower, so why don't you show Andrew all this equipment? And Gee - you've still got your gown on! Cardies only please! - we can't have the host disobeying the rules now can we?" Val's Badminton Ch. 05 "In case you hadn't guessed, Gee and I have a very open marriage, don't we love?" smiled Val, my badminton tutor, putting her hand under her husband's chin. "And my gym is where we can let off steam in a very healthy way! Now I'll just go and have a quick shower, so why don't you show Andrew all this equipment? And Gee - you've still got your gown on! Cardies only please! - we can't have the host disobeying the rules now can we?" "But I've got my cardy on under the robe, Val," he said, undoing the belt and slipping off the robe as he moved away towards the wardrobe. He was wearing a thin black cardigan - it must have been one of Val's - buttoned up to the neck, with tight pale grey underpants, clinging to his bottom as he walked away. Then he turned round to face us, calmly smoothing down his cardigan and putting his hands on his hips. I was still sitting naked on the floor, and couldn't help notice the sizeable bulge at the front of his underpants as he stood there in front of us. I didn't mean to stare, but you could easily make out the shape of his cock through the clingy tight fabric of his underpants, which seemed to be lying semi-erect to his left. I couldn't help wonder if he'd been listening as his wife had been having sex with me - and that's why his cock was now getting stiff. Then I had another though about Val's rules, and suddenly felt very uneasy. Val had moved to the door now, but looked back at him with a frown. "Er, Gee - aren't you forgetting something? You've still got your undies on!" said Val, opening the door. "Now strip off those underpants and show Andrew around the equipment. I've given him a good initiation but still needs to know what all the gym equipment is for, so why don't you show him around a little while I shower? I won't be long but I just need to freshen up after all the spunk Andrew left inside me!" And with that she was gone and the door clicked shut. Suddenly I was acutely aware of the two of us alone in the room, me naked, and sitting up to hide myself a little, but Gee moving over towards me, black cardigan and grey underpants still on, and that bulge getting bigger at the front. "I hope you enjoyed your warm-up," he said, pulling his underpants up slightly at each hip. They were a plain light grey, very smooth stretchy cotton, cut away so that at the hips it was just a broad elastic waistband, with a neat thin black stripe. It was as if he liked showing off his pouch in front of me. "Val's very good with her exercises, isn't she?" he asked, looking down at me sitting on the floor, as he started to unbutton his cardigan from the top. I wasn't used to seeing a near-naked man this close, especially undressing in front of me, but felt I had to say something as I wiped the last of my cum from my cock, knowing it had been inside his wife so recently. "Yes, she's certainly very athletic and must be very fit." "Oh she certainly is that - I can't keep up with her, that's for sure." said Gee, now standing with his cardigan open just in front of me. "Well up you get - and put those dirty tissues in the bin over there." He pointed to the corner of the room. I rolled over, still half hiding myself, till I realised he could see me from all angles in the mirrors anyway. It felt so bizarre and wrong as I stood up, naked in the room with Geoff wearing just his wife's open cardigan and his own bulging underpants. I put the tissues in the bin, pretending it was just an ordinary thing to do, and as I turned round I saw he was pulling his underpants down, then dropping them to the floor. He bent to pick them up, then grinned and moved towards me holding his pants, to put them in the wardrobe. I didn't mean to stare at his cock, but it was just there, hanging down, half erect and uncircumcised, bouncing with each stride as he walked. I noticed he also had a little necklet around his neck. "You needn't worry about staring at my cock - you'll have plenty to see here in the Gym when we all get going!" he smiled. Gee was quite close to me now - only a couple of feet in front of me. "Here, let me see you a bit closer - it looks like you've got a good length there!" he said, and just reached forward and put his fingers under my now sagging cock, squeezing me gently and pulled me slightly towards him. It felt just so outrageous when his finger first touched me, and my cock twitched involuntarily with pleasure at the awful sensation. "Yes, that's a very good one for a youngster - nice and strong too!" he said, staring at my cock now held in his hand. "I bet Val enjoyed having this up inside her." I felt so outraged and embarrassed I didn't know what to do. Almost as a reflex I just reached back at his cock, and held it too. It was so thick at the base, and warm, but not that long - at least not until I touched it. He looked me in the eye, still holding and squeezing my cock which was now growing by the second in his hand. "So you like this do you, Andrew?" he asked, and he pushed my cock downwards, somehow forcing it erect against my wishes. "You like me feeling you cock?" I felt my mouth growing dry and couldn't think what to say, but I could feel his cock getting bigger in my hand as I held it, so without thinking I squeezed his too. It really grew as I gripped him. Now the end was beginning to peek out, as I watched it, and I swallowed hard at this amazing sensations as we held each other's cocks in Val's Olympic Gym. To my dismay my cock was now fully hard again despite the aching from cumming inside Val only a few minutes before. "It looks like you'll like a bit of men's play as well, then, won't you?" Geoff smiled at me. "I can see you'll need some lessons with the boys! Let me show you how the big gym machine works and you can see if you like the way it exercises you." So we simultaneously let go each others cocks and I followed him over to the machine in the centre of the room, watching in the mirror as he eased his own cock erect and pumped his chest out. He held one of the machine's metal supports, then turned to face me, gesturing his hand down on the red bench. "You need to lie on the bench with your head this end, in between these supports," he ordered, "bottom this end, with legs wide apart on the floor." He was now in command, like I'd never seen him before, with his chest puffed out, tummy held in, and cock still firmly standing out. Normally Val was in charge, and quite often was shouting at Geoff during badminton games as he got in her way or missed a shot. Now it seemed with her away Geoff could be in command. And I was standing naked in front of him. Fortunately, my cock had gone down a bit, and as I struggled into position on the cold plastic of the bench, it went down even more. But is was still such an amazing sensation, to be stark naked on an exercise machine, with another man old enough to be my father standing beside me. Not just any other man, but the husband of the woman you'd just cum inside. And apart from wearing one of her cardigans, he was naked too. "Right, this is a good arm pumping exercise," he said, "So you grab these rings and pull your arms down, then the weight comes up through this pulley." Geoff was standing just beside me now, his cock right in front of me, and his cardigan wide apart. "OK, one, two, three" he began, so I pulled the weights down, then relaxed and let them fall slowly back down. I was just so aware of my nakedness as I pulled the weights up again. "I'll just check your belly muscles when you pull." he said, and I felt his hands press into my stomach, then reach downward over my belly and press again. "No, you need to be gripping harder, to get those arms and stomach all firmed up. Try some more!" he ordered. So I did another pull, and felt his hands pushing at my stomach again, then I half closed my eyes as I didn't want to watch as he carried on his sensual massage of my belly. Despite concentrating and willing it down, I could feel my cock growing hard again as I lowered the weights and lay back. Then my cock must have twitched in front of him, as suddenly I felt his hand grab me. I gasped in shock and arousal. "No don't stop," he said, "I'll just have a stroke down here in time with your arms, to see if we can get your belly muscles working. Up with those weights again!" And with that as I pulled up the weights so Gee's hands started working up and down my cock, with one hand holding the base firm and now the other firmly getting into a tossing rhythm as he began to wank me off. It was just so wrong but so arousing too. "That's better!" he said, "Nice and firm, getting strong, keep those arms going Andrew and we'll be there in no time!" I knew it wasn't right, but it just felt so arousing and so awful at the same time, with his girly cardigan softly flapping against my body and his fingers wrapped around my cock. Despite my anguish I could feel my cum rising as he continued to wank me off, with my cock aching as I'd only just come inside his wife. Without meaning to or wanting to I was moving my hips now, and my whole body was starting to writhe as his tossing was just so firm and vigorous. "Come on then, son, one last effort and we'll be there, come on strong for me now!" He was now wanking me fast, just the way I did myself, and I could feel my cum rising despite my earlier action. Maybe if I half shut my eyes I could pretend it was Val there, with her cardy and her fingers, and so it would be OK to let those wonderful feelings happen, and to cum again. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer as his tossing was just so powerful, and as I felt my cum right at the end of my cock and ready to spurt out all over me. "Come on now, let's see that spunk of yours!" urged Geoff, slipping one hand lower between my legs. I don't know how he knew my pleasure points, but he just slipped one hand between my legs, holding my cheeks apart as his finger tickled my anus. It was just such an arousing sensation, that I let out a long moaning cry and felt my cum just at the point of bursting out. There could be no stopping now, so with another louder moan I just felt my cum spurt out all over my belly. I kept on thrusting as he kept on wanking me, slowing down his movements gently as he felt my cock begin to subside. As I lay there panting, head spinning, there was a slight movement at the door, and I realised that Val had been watching - at least the last few moments. Whatever was happening now? "Well Gee, you don't seem to have wasted much time on getting to know Andrew, now do you?" It was is if she was telling off an unruly child. "I only left you for a minute," she continued, "to show him round the equipment, and you've wanked him off already! I can't leave you alone with a boy, now can I? You always just want to play with them and give him a good wanking, don't you?" "Well, but Val," replied Geoff, "He has got such a nice cock, and he's such a fit young man, I thought he'd quite like a bit of boy play - and judging by the cum all over his belly, I think he liked it!" "Gee, I think you are forgetting who is in charge. And you two both owe me some pleasuring of my own, don't you? Now just wipe him up, and Andrew - up you get so I can have a nice lie-down!" Geoff had stood up, letting my cock back down onto my belly, and he leaned forward to wipe up my spunk up with the sleeve of his cardigan, wiping his two sleeves together as the silvery slime showed off against the black wool. He was still nerly fully erect, I noticed, as I leaned forwards. Then Val spoke again: "Right, well for you Andrew it's cardie time - and I've put you a special pink one in the wardrobe, so now you can put it on, and here, take my robe over too as I'm going to exercise now so won't be needing it for a while. As Val stripped off the robe, leaving herself completely naked, I couldn't help admiring her full breasts and taught muscled body. God I wanted to fuck her again, even if my cock was fast asleep now. She handed me the robe and walked purposefully over to the bench where I'd been, before laying full length down on her back, her breasts sagging sideways in a beautiful wobbling motion. "Well at least you've left the bench nice and warm for me, Andrew," she smiled. I put her robe on a hook on the door, then saw the pink cardigan she'd told me to wear. It was a bright pink, round necked woollen cardigan, and felt so soft as I touched it. I wondered if Val had worn it recently - then had an awful thought as I wondered if Geoff had too. I pulled it off the shelf, holding it up to see where the sleeves were and to delay the embarrassment of wearing a lady's cardigan. Then I heard Val's voice ordering me: "Come on Andrew, we can both see you very well, you know - so just pull it on and button it up, there's a good boy!" Feeling very strange, I slid my right arm in the tight wool. It felt so gorgeously soft and so arousing - if only I hadn't just come twice. Then I pulled the left sleeve on, turning round to face them both, embarrassed beyond belief - not just at what I was wearing, which I could see in all the mirrors, but by what had just happened: my first sex with Val and then wanked off by Geoff. I did up the buttons as fast as my shaking fingers allowed, seeing myself look like some kind of ridiculous girl, with a deflating cock clear for all to see. Soon I was buttoned up form neck to the welt, which fitted below my waist but left my cock and balls clearly on view. Val was leaning over to face me, her lower breast sagging delightfully. "Oh yes Gee, doesn't he look gorgeous!" she joked, "And so sweet now that we've both had him. Come on Andrew, you girly boy, come over here to help me now. And Gee, come a bit closer, I can't get hold of your prick from there." Val was gripping on to the weights with both hands, as Geoff - cardigan hanging loose - approached between her wide open legs, and I moved towards the two of them...