0 comments/ 93684 views/ 2 favorites Gym By: Frans Tooten Yes, yes, I'm coming!" Sarah grumbled when the doorbell rang piercingly for the second time. Quickly she dried her legs and grabbed the half transparently negligée that she had thrown nonchalantly onto a chair next to the washstand before she had stepped into the bath. With a routine movement she slipped the almost weightless garment over her head, put her arms through the wide holes and after that she let it found its own way downwards. "Probably those Jehovahs again", she mumbled annoyed, but her curiosity won and she walked to the door giving way to the hallway. In a flash she saw the heavy dark red bathing robe hanging and for just a second she hesitated. Pull it on or not? "Let them drop dead", she grumbled. "I'll give those two a fit. It's already for the third time, this month. I'm fed up with it. Have them think the world is going down. With half naked women opening the front door. At eleven a.m.!" Sarah chuckled at the thought of seeing those two surprised and then disapproving faces in front of the door when their eyes would roam over her hardly covered curves. "Fucking hags!" Sarah softly scolded, while on naked feet she descended the stairs in a rapid cadence. Her free breasts slightly painful bounced up and down, and again she was reminded to the royal endowment with which Mother Nature had gifted her. "I bet you two are taking a bath not even twice a year", she quickly spoke to herself, while she put her first step onto the cool tiles in the hallway and got a pleasurable shock. "What a stink those golden triangles of yours will give off. Not to speak at all about that brown crevice!" She almost had to laugh loudly because of her own coarse language. She thought it to be delightful, sometimes, to let go herself completely. Not that she didn't know about social conventions. Maybe no one more than Sarah. Antony had a high position at a commercial company and often Sarah had to show up at all kinds of occasions as the ideal wife of a successful sales manager. She could glorify in her role, but sometimes even at those crowded eventful moments she was inclined to let her secret thoughts go free, especially when seeing a mass of those tuxedoes together, escorted by their costumes doing their utmost to look interestingly and trying to impress the others with their knowledge of the ways of the world. But especially when being alone, most times in her own house, Sarah enjoyed speaking out loudly what most often was hidden in the deepest canyons of her own head. Like now. Still chuckling and smiling she opened the front door with a swing and for a couple of seconds she astonished looked into the eyes of the man who was staring at her as astonished as she herself was, but then quickly, despite his confusion and shyness, looked more sharply, and in just one or two seconds recorded Sarah's measures and curves into his grey files. Longer than at the other ones his look stayed resting at the blurring dark triangle that, like a fata morgana, twinkled through the light green negligée, just above its hem. For a couple of times the man swallowed and then he looked up. Sarah saw that his bike, held by his left hand at the handlebar, had two big bags at both sides of the back wheel. From the open bags envelopes and packages protruded. "The postman!" she cried excitedly, without taking any notice of the confused emotions shown by his face. "He's always ringing twice", she added grinningly. But the joke didn't catch with this man. Maybe if she would have been wearing a costume, instead of this negligible veil. But after all Sarah didn't have a costume and if she would have had one she never would have been wearing it at home. At last the postman managed, after having cleared his throat for the third time, to speak. "I have a parcel for you", he said with a somewhat hoarse voice. His deeply red color already diminished and with all his force he tried to produce a smile. A couple of times he breathed deeply and he gave Sarah a long and thin parcel that was accepted by her with a smile. "A parcel?" she said with a surprised voice, but suddenly she remembered the order and quickly she shut up. Postmen often were very curious and this man already was confused more than enough. It was of no use to embarrass him more. Other people probably were waiting too for their post. "Yes, only one", the man replied with a clear voice, in which all of a sudden insolence sounded. "If it had been two I would have kept the second one for tomorrow. It's not every day I'm welcomed that enthusiastically at the door." "Okay, thanks", Sarah said in a neutral voice and quickly closed the door, before the man got an opportunity to display more of his coarse humor. With fast steps Sarah walked to the kitchen, took a scissors and cut the strong tape, winded around the parcel. She spread the brown paper and saw the plastic transparent box. Excitedly she took it out of the parcel and looked at the two long smooth shapes lying fraternally next to each other in the box. The one surely had twice the fatness of the other, but both had the same length. Pink, that was their color. Very slightly bent upwards. Sarah opened the box and took out the two staves. At the bottom of the biggest one a long wire was hanging ending into a thin plastic grey little box. She put the accessories onto the table and for a moment looked at them thoughtfully. "Hmm", she mumbled, "it's no use waiting for Antony to come home. After all it's meant exclusively to be mine. He surely may attend, but it is and stays mine. Even as it took him two full days to reconstruct that machine up there." She took the two staves with their gear and walked upstairs. Next to the bathroom there was the 'gym', as Antony called that room, after he had installed fitness machines for a fortune. Machines meant especially to keep up his own shape, but the one of his wife too, of whom he thought she got too less breath at thirty-five, so her nightly efforts took much more energy than five years ago. Though Antony every day threw himself with the same enthusiasm onto his machines Sarah was bored by them quickly and she couldn't force herself more than twice a week to get on the hometrainer and cycle for about two miles. Antony more than once had sarcastic remarks about it, but those left her stone cold. After all she thought it to be a ridiculous sight to have to sit on that bike and pedal like a madman, without gaining a yard. Furthermore Antony had attached at the three walls man-sized mirrors, something that was even more smarting to Sarah, as the ridiculous situation came from three sides towards her. She already had turned the hometrainer, so he pointed to the wall with the door in it, but from the corners of her eyes her delicious swaying backside, sank over the narrow saddle, kept on staring at her and reproaching her that there had to be more in the world than a cold chilly bike moving not an inch. Until Antony one day, not long ago, locked himself up into the 'gym', laden with boxes and tools, warning her not to put one step into it, threatening her with a thorough long spanking that would necessitate her to sleep for at least one week on her belly. Sarah didn't understand a bit of it and how much she pressed, Antony didn't say a word and just mumbled: "You wait and see." On the third day at night he asked her to come up and he kept the 'gyms' door wide open to her and like a cavalier of old he flamboyantly invited her to enter. In astonishment Sarah looked all around her and couldn't find a thing explaining Antony's efforts of the last two days. "Look better", he said encouragingly. Slowly Sarah walked through the room, between the machines and at last stopped in front of the hometrainer. Yes, there it was. Something had been changed. The thing had gotten another saddle. Not the narrow one of before, but a wide round saddle, almost like the one of a motorbike. Only, this saddle had a big opening at the middle and at the end. "Sit down for a moment", Antony said. Obediently Sarah sat down onto the strange saddle and felt how her buttocks sank down luxuriously into the saddle, covered with soft leather. "And now slide backwards a bit", her husband ordered, while he bent his knees a bit, then his head, in order to be able to look beneath the saddle. Sarah obliged and felt how her buttocks spread. "What's the meaning of all this?" she asked wonderingly. "Do you perhaps want to have a tandem at only one saddle. That will be a difficult trick, my boy." For a moment Antony laughed and then said: Look down, alongside your right leg." Sarah looked and only then she saw a cogwheel attached to the crank axle. Over the cogwheel e thin chain was running straight upward and right beneath the saddle she saw a flat thin round disc, behind which the chain disappeared. At the outside of the disc clips were attached, but the meaning of it all wasn't clear to Sarah. That she told Antony, but he smiled and compassionately he shook his head. "This machine had been bought especially for you", he said in a theatrical voice. "But you are too lazy and you keep on telling not to understand what it can do for you. That's why I started all this and what's more, a couple of days ago I've ordered something at a special company. Tomorrow or the day after it will be delivered and then you at once will know how to use it. Those clips at the disc aren't attached for nothing. I promise you a pleasurable ride and I suspect from then on you won't complain that this thing doesn't move an inch. But when it's delivered, wait till I'm home. I don't want to miss one second of that spectacle." "Well, the inauguration you will miss, my dear Tony", Sarah mumbled, while she walked into the 'gym'' carrying the accessories and at once sat down onto her knees in front of the hometrainer. Like it was everyday work to her Sarah attached the biggest stave in a practiced way beneath one of the clips to the disc beneath the saddle. The second one she put down next to the machine. She felt a vibration running over her body. "Let's see if this one will ride all of the 'Tour de Chance'", she chuckled and with a wide swing of her left leg she sat down onto the big saddle. The clip at the round disc was at its lowest and with a light shiver Sarah felt the round fleshly colored head of the stave slide the inner side of her buttocks. Actually 'shaving', because the material was dry and a bit rough. Sarah moved a bit more to the back, felt the head shave against her outer lips of lust and started to make light rotating movements with her buttocks. A shiver ran all over her and she felt the lips burning lightly at every touch. The first juices started to moisten the inner sides of the lips. Carefully she felt with her toes for the pedals, pressed herself a bit deeper into the saddle and then, very carefully, she gave the pedal, standing at its highest, a light pat. "Aah!" it escaped her mouth when she felt the stave turning upwards just a bit and felt how it started to scout, with some difficulty working itself through the bushes, the entrance of her magical cave. "Ooh, Antony, what a devilish mind you have", she said, breathing a bit more strongly. Again she gave the pedal a little pat. "The scout already has entered", she mumbled. "Now it's time for the main body." Three minutes later the pedals were whirring at a quiet pace and the encouragements reverberated against the mirrored walls. The 'Tour de Chance' had started and the first hill had been taken effortlessly. Only when the Pyrenees loomed Sarah took a pause in order to find new energy for this 'tour de force'. When she at last again sat down onto her robust saddle the two staves were firmly attached to the clips of the disc and Sarah's buttocks were shining because of the cream she had so profusely smeared between them. "Allez, mon biqueueclette!" she enthusiastically cried, while she cast eager looks at the mirrors and put her toes firmly onto the pedals. "Lourdes, j'arrivera!" she then cried laughingly, while in her mind giving the starting shot. Gym "See you later." I yelled to my family as I was leaving the house. Picking up my gym bag I got in the car, took a quick look in the mirror, and drove to meet my girlfriends at the club for a hard workout and some femtalk. Driving through the gate I waved to the cute new guard, parked the car, took my bag and headed over to the gym. Entering the lobby I saw the desk clerk, nodded hello, passed the pro shop, juice bar, lounge, down the hallway and peeked into the tinted glass windows of the racquetball courts as I walked by them. Wait! something, noooo, SOMEONE caught my eye. A Man. THAT MAN. I'd seen him here a few times before. As I stopped before the window and watched him he had his hands over his head removing his white polo shirt. Drenched with his sweat. Now, that's something to watch! I thought. Great timing. Standing up here I could get a real good view of him: checking out his strong, muscled legs, and rippling abs. Thank goodness he took that shirt off so I can ogle his defined arms, great looking ass (from what I could see of it under those white shorts). It was so cool. I watched him and he didn't know it. Putting my bag down I grabbed hold of the railing in front of me to watch him move. Saw him bend over. Ooooooo sooo sweet. Watched him pick up his racquet--putting a hand deep inside a shorts pocket he pulled out one of those blue racquetballs. Suddenly I thought I wouldn't mind seeing what else could be felt in that pocket and felt myself getting a little excited at the thought. I must have been staring really intensely because all of a sudden I realized I was Busted - caught! I was so embarrassed I lowered my eyes, and could feel the heat of a blush rising from my chest up to my neck making me turn flushed in the face like a teenager. My nipples turned hard and crinkled. I had to look again to see if he was done embarrassing me - I raised my eyes slowly and could not believe it! He watched me go through this. To my surprise he waved his arm at me and I must say, he had the nicest smile. Quickly grabbing my bag I gave him a wave and an embarassed half-smile and went to meet my girlfriends. As I turned into the Lady's Locker Room I thought about what had just happened. For the past two weeks now I'd seen that same attractive man around the club. Last week I passed him in the parking lot and I remember seeing him in the pro shop on the weekend looking at some golf clubs. As a matter of fact, that same day I was running late and bumped into him; literally colliding as he was leaving the men's locker room. I remember bending down to pick up my fallen bag and as I stood up my eyes took in every single inch of his really sexy body. His muscled legs (perfect to run my hands over), strong, sensuous thighs (to scratch my nails up), as my eyes rested for a moment on the front of his shorts, on his growing bulge, I had a flash of quickly reaching out for a touch. Reluctantly, I pulled my eyes away, but not before I took in his trim waist, hard stomach, his gorgeous shoulders and his eyes. I found them staring at my cleavage and breasts beneath my sundress. "Sorry." was all I could think of to say and practically ran into the locker room. And now......jeez....what did he think of me? As I changed into my workout clothes I could not stop thinking about how attracted I was to that man. I could feel a dampness in my panties without him even touching me. Hearing the announcement for the start of my class I raced to catch up with my friends wondering if they knew anything about this sexy-looking guy. I silently took a spot at the back of the room. It was a filled class with men and women. My girlfriends were a few rows ahead of me. I couldn't get a full view of the instructor but I knew it was a man, back toward us. Good voice, motivating, the kind of voice you can listen to for a long time. Really silky sounding even as he shouted at us to keep going. I felt beads of perspiration starting to form as I moved in sync with the class. As the instructor moved back and forth in front of the group, I got better looks at his movement. And I am not talking about his exercise motions. But rather as he bent over to stretch, mmmmm, he had the tightest ass under those shorts. His thighs were the kind you want wrapped around you and with his energy level he could please a woman for a long, long time. I could not believe I was having such erotic thoughts about the instructor. I was getting turned on by only watching him lead the class. As I continued to move my hips and stretch my legs, flexing my thighs and tightening my ass I imagined him facing me. Both of us naked. His cock hard and strong. Our bodies grinding up against each other. My pubic mound rubbing against him. Mmmmmmmm now THAT would be good exercise. Waking up from this daydream I had not noticed he'd turned to face the class. He was now focused on me. Oh my god, this was too embarrassing - it was HIM! That sexy guy who had caught me watching him on the court. But there was no time to think about it. He had us get down on the floor to do some crunches and pelvic maneuvers. As he said the count he walked around checking everyone's position. I sensed him heading over to me and heard him quietly say under his breath "My, my, my. Look who's in my class." I knew a deep blush was overtaking my body. He quickly bent down and one of his tanned hands went under my ass while the other one went to my belly. "Now...up!" he ordered me. Pulling myself up with his hands touching me was the most incredible sensation. Every time my ass hit the floor I could feel his strong hand pressing back into my cheeks, and every time I brought my hips up I could feel his hands pressing into my stomach. I wanted his hands to move lower.. It was all I could do not to move his hand between my legs myself. To rub his fingers up and down, up and down. Feeling. Touching. Making me hotter. Wetter. I caught myself. Oh my god. What was I thinking? It seemed like an eternity but finally class was over. My friends and I immediately started talking about the intense workout with this new teacher. Asked what I thought about the class I replied. "It was more stimulating than I'd expected." Laughing. Thinking, but not saying. He is soooo hot. It's the first time an instructor had me leaving class horny. Glancing back at him drying off with a towel as we left for the locker room. "Meet you at the juice bar I said to my friends. About 30 minutes?" And we headed off to take showers and dress. I got to my locker and kicked off my sneakers and socks. Let my hair down from its ponytail, gathered soap and a fresh towel and headed for the showers. Finding an available private shower with dressing room I turned on the water to steam it up. Slipping my hands into the waistband of my black spandex shorts I slid them down my tanned smooth legs and stepped out of them. My fingers held onto the bottom of my spandex crop bra and lifting my arms up to remove it revealed my full, ripe breasts with pink nipples topping each one. With a moment taken to look at my body's reflection in the mirror, I stepped into the shower letting the water stream all over my naked body. Taking the soap I began to lather up bubbles. Making my hands slippery with the soap I gently began to wash my body. Running my soapy hands across my shoulders, down my arms letting the water spray over me, bouncing off my breasts. The water making my nipples harden from the stimulation. I moved my hands under my full breasts enjoying the weight of them circling around and around them. Gliding my fingers across my nipples I closed my eyes and pulled a little causing them to redden and become even harder cherry tips on a fleshy mountain of soft skin. I thought of the class. Of the man who had just made me sweat. His firm hands on my belly telling me to tighten. I moved my hands to get more soap; reaching for it. Wishing. I felt a rush of cold air on my back and hands around my waist. Terrified. I turned around only to find HIM. That Man. In the shower with me! Our eyes locked. It was hypnotizing. He had the greenest, sexiest eyes I'd ever seen. And his lashes were so long. I could feel my body charged with excitement. His hand reached out to take the soap and then firmly guided my hand to his chest. My hand under his forcing it down. Down his hard, tanned stomach, down to his pubic hair. My hand flat against his now hardening cock. With his hand still covering mine he began to move it up and down. Up and down. Chills went through me at how good that felt. I let out a low moan; a purring perhaps and took a breath. This was amazing. So wonderfully unexpected. So wrong to do! I started to protest - to say this shouldn't be - that he had to stop! But, the words did not come. I knew what I wanted. And, somehow, so did he. Moving close. Bringing my mouth close to his chest I began to kiss one of his nipples. I ran my hot tongue over one. Encircling it until it was hard then to the other. Biting a little with my teeth as I moved my mouth down his chest. I brought my tongue to his belly button flicking the tip around it. I could feel him enjoying this and then I was on my knees, my hands on his strong legs, my nails teasing his inner thighs until my hands were between those legs. I looked up at him to see what he was doing. He was watching me enjoy him so I thought let's give him something to really enjoy. I moved my head so that my tongue could lick his balls. And I have to say they were big hanging between his legs. I heard him moan when my tongue started licking around each one. My hands sliding around to his ass. Massaging those real tight cheeks. I continued to lick but was getting so hot from what we were doing that I wanted to see how he felt as I sucked him. To taste him. As I moved my mouth to his shaft I felt his hands on my head. He leaned up against the tile wall as I slid his hardening cock between my two soft lips. My hot tongue licking over the tip. The head of his cock inside my hungry mouth. My tongue swirling around the head across the tip. Around the head across the tip. Again and again and taking him whole. Deeper into my mouth until my face was buried in him. My lips at the base of his very hard stiff cock filling my mouth. His strong hands were pushing him deeper. Deeper into my mouth and the moan that came from him could be heard over the pounding shower. My hands pulled him closer pushing on his ass. My fingers moving to his private hole. Fingering. Rimming. Flicking at it as my tongue darted up and down his long, hard shaft. My head moving up and down. His cock getting harder and harder as I pressed my lips ooooooooHHHH soooo tight as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth. I could feel his legs tightening. I did not want to stop but his hands forced my head away, and he pulled me up. I looked into his deep green eyes to see what he wanted. What he desired. He took the soap and lathered up his hands. He began to slide those slippery fingers over my shoulders. Across my breasts, tweaking at my nipples to make them harden into points. His soapy fingers down my belly. Finally. Ohhhhh finally. His fingers were between my legs. I wanted him. I was lusting for him. I wanted to feel him enter me. His cock so stiff and ready. His fingers on my clit. Rubbing those soapy fingers back and forth. Sliding his fingers back to my pussy, which by this time was begging to feel him. Craving him. Rubbing against my clit making it harder. Ooohhh I was so sensitive. He bent down and took my swollen clit between his teeth and began to pull on it. His fingers sliding easily into my wet pussy. In and out those fingers went. My eyes were closed. I could feel my mouth getting dry even with the shower on. OooooOOOO I was moaning, my legs spreading even wider for him. "I want you. I want to cum for you." I was saying. I could not believe the lust for this man. He stood up and took one of my legs in his hand lifting it to his hip and with his other hand guided his throbbing cock into me. "OH my god!" Did I say that or think it? All I know is he started pumping harder and harder. The water pounding on our heads. My arms around his shoulders pulling him closer. My nails scratching nto his skin. I pushed harder. HARDER. HARDER. Each thrust brought another moment of ecstasy. My hips were grinding into him as he pushed that cock. Fucked me harder and deeper, each motion making me hotter and HOTTER. My breasts crushing into his strong chest until OOOOoooOOO until OOO yesss. OOOHHH yyesssssSSSSss. Cumming. cccccCCUMMING!! I was screaming at the intensity of the orgasms. I kept cumming and cumming. I could feel him hard. Still plunging deep inside me with a power I had never felt before. His rock hard cock just kept rubbing against my swollen clit and was so deep in my hot pussy I did not know if I would ever stop cumming. Thank god the water was muffling our sounds. My screams. As we both hit our peaks. Orgasms. Twitching. Spasms. Together. The sexual passion finally subsiding. We began to separate our entwined bodies. I was thinking this could be such an awkward moment. What do you say to a man who has just given you incredibly intense orgasms? Thank you? He took his hand and placed it under my chin lifting my head towards his. And so gently. So smoothly. He brought his full sensuous lips to mine and gave me a kiss. His tongue flirting with mine. He smiled a really sexy smile and left the shower. What could I do? I finished my shower. I felt like I was waking up from a dream. I met my girlfriends at the juice bar. They were engrossed in a discussion about the instructor from class. The man I'd just fucked in the shower. The man who had the hardest cock I'd ever felt deep inside me. And thinking about what we'd just done was getting me hot again. Desiring his touch, his taste, his tongue licking me, his mouth on mine. Someone was asking me a question. "I'm sorry. What?" I asked. "What did you think about Jim, the instructor?" I just smiled. Gym Cindy was ready for the weekend. She had been in the hot seat at every meeting during the last week. Her normally crisp business skirt and jacket were wrinkled from the 3-hour long planning session, which she had just left. Cindy began the process of putting all thoughts of work aside as she drove to the Gym. The physical exertion would help get her tired out, a refreshing shower and a good nights sleep should finish the job. Her boyfriend, Kurt, was working late at the Gym due to the construction. They were in the process of remodeling and expanding the facilities. He would be off for the rest of the weekend and had promised to make up for the late night Friday by taking her out on Saturday. The sun was setting and the lights flickered on in the nearly empty parking lot when she pulled up. There was a white van with 'Matt's Plumbing' painted on the side parked beside the back entrance. Cindy gathered her bag from the trunk and made her way inside. Kurt was sitting at the desk reading a fitness magazine when she walked in the front door. "Hi dear." She waved at him. He looked up and smiled. "Hello, I was beginning to worry." "Right." Sarcasm filled her voice. "You look terribly worried sitting there with your feet propped up looking at half naked men and women." Kurt knew that she was just teasing him; she liked the muscle magazines as much as he did. "I need to do something while they finish tearing out the pipes." He pointed out. Cindy grinned and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "I guess we can't lock up and play in the shower since they are tearing the pipes out." She teased. Kurt winked at her, "If you are quick the men's showers are still on." "I look forward to it." Cindy took her bag and walked into the ladies locker room to change. Cindy spent 30 minutes on the elliptical machine. Her tight leotard was damp with perspiration and her sandy blonde hair clung to her neck. Kurt passed through cleaning up some of the free weights that had been left out. She noticed that he watched her as he worked; the construction crew stole glances at her as well. In the mirror she could see her nipples stiff and sensitive under the stretchy spandex. All the male attention was having its effect elsewhere as well, she kept remembering the occasions where Kurt had been working late and they had the gym to themselves. Several fond memories of the bench press filed her mind. Cindy could almost see Kurt's generous cock dangling above her. Her pussy was getting wet as she savored the memory of his sweaty balls and thick shaft. The elliptical machine beeped it's warning that the cool down phase was about to start. The noise brought her out of her fantasy back to the reality of 8 eyes staring at her. They all quickly returned to their jobs when she looked around. She looked at her own reflection and noticed a growing damp spot on the crotch of her leotard, She realized just how excited she was, maybe she would ask Kurt to join her in the shower after all. She looked at the weight area for Kurt, but he had already disappeared. Cindy stripped out of her exercise leotard as she walked through the empty locker room. She kicked it onto the bench and stepped out of her panties, dropping them onto the crumpled leotard. Her hands roamed over her sensitive body while she stooped to open her locker. It was empty! "What?" She exclaimed to the empty room. She opened the next locker, nothing. With a puzzled look on her face she walked around the wall of lockers to the next changing area. Maybe she was in the wrong section. She was quite excited by her work out after all. Behind her Kurt watched from one of the showers. He stepped out when he heard the first locker open and quickly grabbed the leotard and panties. A series of lockers opening and closing covered the noise of the door opening and closing as he snuck out. Cindy was confused and a bit angry when she returned to put her leotard back on. She froze when she saw the empty bench. Her mind went from angry to suspicious to excited in 3 heartbeats. "Oh, Kurt, you tease." She searched the showers. All she could find was a single towel, no Kurt. She wrapped the towel around herself covering her flushed breasts and headed to the front. The desk was empty and the front door had been locked. Kurt would be making his evening cleanup rounds before leaving. Cindy went to his office to surprise him, but it was locked. Then she thought, 'if Kurt is locking up the workmen must be gone.' She headed for the door to men's lockers with an excited bounce in her step. She rearranged the towel to wrap around her waist, leaving her breasts for Kurt to enjoy. The lockers room was empty. He must still be in the gym she theorized. She tied her hair back into a ponytail as she entered the empty gym. Her heart was beating hard in her chest as she walked through the exercise equipment looking for Kurt. She crossed over to the area where he had been working earlier, where she suspected he was hiding with her clothes. Matt, one of the workmen opened the rear door to the gym carrying a large pipe wrench. His jaw dropped when he saw Cindy standing peering into the free weight area of the room. "Wow!" he exclaimed. Cindy turned like a startled deer and froze. She heard a voice behind Matt. "What is it Matt?" She blushed from head to toe. Her exposed breasts turned a lovely dark pink and her nipples stiffened. She never did quite understand why embarrassment excited her so much. "Just startled by something." Matt answered and closed the door. "You have about 1 minute to hide before those two come back inside." He warned her. His eyes looked over her soft and inviting curves hungrily. Cindy could see the barely controlled lust in Matt's eyes. Part of her wanted to run and hide, another part wanted to stay and show off for him. "I was just looking for Kurt." She explained and then asked, "Did you happen to see where he went with my things?" Matt grinned and nodded. "I understand now." He placed his foot on the door to keep it from opening. "He came out of the locker room a few minutes ago and looked like a kid who was caught raiding the cookie jar." The door tried to open and a pair of annoyed voices could be heard outside. Matt held the door steady. "He told me to enjoy myself and ran to the front." Cindy couldn't believe her ears. One of her secret fantasies was to be with a group of guys. She wondered if they had all been set up. "That little sneak." She looked up at Matt's blue eyes. "He actually offered me to you three." "I suggest you go find him." Matt advised. "I won't be able to keep these two out forever." He nodded to the rattling door. Cindy considered her options. The moisture dripping down her inner thigh told her that her body had already decided. "Oh go ahead and let them in." She told Matt. "If he wants a show we can give him one, right?" Matt couldn't hide his own excitement at her words. He removed his foot and said, "It is your call." The door burst open and the two younger workers tumbled into the room. Cindy stepped back and Matt looked down at them on the floor. "What is wrong with you guys? There is a lady here, behave yourselves." Both of the guys looked up at Cindy in her towel skirt. Their jaws dropped and four eyes tried to leap out of their sockets. Cindy turned redder and introduced herself, "Hello, I'm, Cindy." Matt laughed. "I am Matt." He pointed to the young blonde haired man standing up beside the door. "This is Jeff." He turned to help the Black man at his feet up from the floor. "And this young stud is Marcus." Cindy was intrigued by Matt's description of Marcus. "I was looking for Kurt so I could...um...finish my workout." Cindy explained. The two younger men looked at Matt not sure how to take this turn of events. Matt would fire them in a heartbeat if they misbehaved, but he would follow Cindy's lead and see where things went. "Please don't let us stop you. We were enjoying your workout earlier." He picked up his wrench and carried it over to a pile of tools and pipes. Marcus and Jeff followed suit, but kept their eyes on Cindy as they walked reluctantly away. Cindy could see that Matt would keep the other two under control and felt relieved and encouraged. She went over to one of the machines and draped her towel over the back. She peeked behind her at the three guys while she bent to adjust the weights. They were all sitting about 12 feet away staring at her exposed ass. Her pulse quickened as she teased them, causing her pussy to get even wetter. She sat down on the seat and arranged her feet on the footrests. She spread her thighs wide and placed them on the pads. Resisting the urge to finger herself right there, she pulled her thighs together and slowly started her first rep. Matt watched and the others followed his lead. When he got up and moved around to position himself in front of Cindy while she did her thigh presses, they did too. Jeff commented, "Damn Matt, look at how wet she is." His voice became pleading when he asked, "Can't we get a little bit of that?" Matt surprised them both when he answered, "You have to ask her." Cindy heard the conversation as she counted her presses. The two younger guys, having a conditional green light from the boss, walked over. Jeff opened, "You seem to be a bit wet. Anything we can do to help?" Marcus shook his head ready to tell Jeff how stupid that line sounded. She was already naked and dripping she didn't need a cheesy come on line. Cindy grinned and relaxed, letting the machine pull her thighs wide. "I could use some assistance." She nodded to Jeff, who knelt in front of her. Marcus stared in amazement. Cindy looked up at him and grinned, "You know I am only in this condition because of you." Marcus was flattered and a bit unsure. "What do you mean?" He asked. Cindy glanced at his crotch then up to his face, "I've always wondered if the rumors about black men are true." She heard a muffled chuckle as Matt sat down on the bench press machine beside them. Jeff glanced up from between her thighs. "Go ahead and show her." He grinned and licked along her swollen pussy lips. Cindy moaned when she felt Jeff's tongue. "Please." She gasped while looking at the sizeable bulge in Marcus's jeans. She quivered and pulled her legs tighter as Jeff worked his tongue over and around her wet lips. Her eyes glued to Marcus as he stripped his shirt off to reveal a chiseled chest. Matt moved over to the back of the machine and reset the weight to maximum. He watched Cindy below him trying to clamp her legs around Jeff's hungry tongue. The added weight effectively trapped her legs wide open. Cindy squirmed helplessly on Jeff's talented tongue. She could feel it sliding into her wet opening and questing deeper for more of her juices. Marcus was now peeling his jeans off. Her eyes were locked onto his bulging cock as it emerged inch by delectable inch. She gasped when she saw the full hard length, at least a foot long, and thick. She had never had anyone remotely close to this size. Below her Jeff hummed and licked as a fresh wave of juices flowed. Marcus stepped over and Cindy reached out to grasp his monstrous cock in her small hand. It was radiating heat and throbbing. She licked her lips slowly, "My God you look yummy." She pulled him closer. Marcus moved where she guided him and watched her red lips part as she kissed the swollen head. He reached down and guided his shaft with his hand. First he gave her the tip and then the shaft. He watched in amazement as the hungry slut lapped at his big cock. Jeff slid 2 fingers into Cindy as she leaned over to suck on Marcus. He twisted them around as he plunged them in and out. His tongue teased her clit. Matt watched from the side in wonder. "How much of that cock will fit in your pussy?" He wondered aloud. Cindy groaned around the cock now half way buried in her mouth. He looked down at Jeff and suggested, "Once he makes you cum we can find out." Jeff understood the implications and added a third finger to try and stretch her open a bit. He licked around his fingers making her even wetter. Cindy swallowed around the throbbing cock, tasting the hint of precum that had begun to form. Her body was alive and her hips rocked on Jeff's talented fingers. The first orgasm began to build and she moaned as it washed over her body. Her knuckles turned white where she gripped the handle of the weight machine. Matt tapped Marcus on the shoulder and stood up. Marcus lay down on the bench press while the other two released Cindy's legs and lifted her off the machine. Matt carried her left leg, while Jeff picked up her right. They marched her over to where Marcus reclined and held her over his erect shaft. Cindy draped her arms around the necks of the men carrying her. She was totally at their mercy as they positioned her. She looked down at Marcus holding his cock stiff and straight as a flagpole. "Yes." She gasped when she felt the head press against her pussy. Matt and Jeff slowly lowered her down while Marcus guided his cock into her. They felt her feet touch the floor and released her. Both of the men stepped back and watched as she began to ride the hard shaft under her. "Oh Yes!" Cindy felt her lips part and stretch as the warm shaft filled her, and she was only half way down. Her hands rubbed and pressed into Marcus's hard muscles as she rocked her hips. She was dripping continuously and this made his cock slick. With small bouncing motions she was able to work another 3 inches inside. At this point the thick cock head brushed against the entrance to her womb. Her body twitched as her cervix shifted to allow his cock to pass by and press even deeper inside. He bottomed out stretching the inner muscles of her vagina just as her thighs came to rest on his. Matt whistled. "Amazing, it looks tight, but it fits." He was impressed. Jeff rubbed her ass cheeks and guided her hips to begin moving on the thick shaft. He could feel the ripple of her muscles as she started to slowly ride Marcus. He caressed and stroked her wet thighs for a few minutes before leaning down to kiss and lick her tight ass. His tongue teased her at first, but settled in to a position over her anus when she began moaning. Matt moved over to stand beside Cindy. "You like him licking your ass?" Cindy was beyond words and just nodded. Her insides were sending electric jolts of pleasure straight up her spine and into her brain. Marcus was still rock hard and every time she lifted up or lowered down the edge of his cock head brushed over her cervix starting a new cascade of sensation. Matt unzipped his pants and pulled his sizable cock free. He stroked it and suggested, "Maybe you need another cock or two?" She turned and took his cock into her mouth with a hungry grunt and a muffled slurping noise. Matt smiled, "Guess that leaves her ass for you Jeff." Jeff grinned and scooped some of her juices up with his fingers. He coated her ass first and then his cock. He pressed forward and rubbed his cock against her tight hole. It took a few minutes before the muscle relaxed to allow him entry. He moaned when he finally popped through. Cindy moaned around her mouthful of cock at the same time. Cindy was in sexual overdrive as the cock in her ass slid deeper. She could feel both men shifting within her, her vaginal wall squeezed between the hot shafts of flesh. Her hips began a rolling motion that drove back and forth between the two. She sucked vigorously and gagged as Matt pressed deep into her throat. The motion of the trio of men fell into a synchronized pattern with Jeff taking the lead. Marcus made smaller motions, but tried to alternate his thrusts with Jeff's. Matt grasped Cindy's hair and guided her head in a series of short shallow thrusts followed by a deeper longer thrust that pressed into her tonsils. Cindy could withstand only so much on the mass of sensory explosions. Her body quaked and quivered then stiffened in a major orgasm. She felt warm fluids fill her pussy as the contractions of her orgasm triggered Marcus to cum. She shivered as she heard the squirting noises and plopping sound of cum dripping from the bench to the tile floor. Jeff filled her ass next with a grunt and his deepest thrust yet. He twitched and jerked within her creating very interesting movements. Matt was last and tilted her head back to look into her eyes as he began to squirt. Cindy swallowed fast as he began to fill her. The load was too much and began to spill out onto her chin. He pulled back and aimed the last few streams of cum across her breasts and onto her chin. Cindy felt weak and slowly slid down onto Marcus strong chest. She groaned, a quiet and satisfied noise as Jeff slid out. Kurt approached from the locker room and helped the men lift her up into a chair. He held her while the three men dressed and packed their gear. He stroked her hair and thanked them for helping to fulfill her fantasy. She looked up with glazed eyes twinkling. "Thank you all." She smiled at the workmen and kissed Kurt on his chin. Gym Ball School! A loathsome place at times. Your school days are the best time of your life, they say. Anyone who thinks that must have a pretty miserable time being an adult. That's another thing about school. They don't treat you like an adult. OK. It's fair enough when you first start school. You are a child, after all. But as you progress through school you age, you mature, you damned well grow up. I'm a senior. I'm eighteen. I can smoke, drink, drive, vote, do anything I want (provided it's legal), unless I'm at school. As soon as I walk through the school gate I'm considered a child again, hedged about with a host of school rules, most of which don't make sense when applied to an adult. Who invents these rules? The school board. Who is on the school board? Those people who love controlling others and making them obey silly little rules. They always have reasons for the rules; it's just that the reasons rarely make sense to anyone except the school board. Ever notice how the older female teachers try to enforce their idea of proper clothing on the students? If I want to dress like a fifty year old woman then I'm quite happy to wait until I'm fifty to do so. I have no intention of doing so now. Would you believe Mrs Frothingham had a go at my current outfit? Did I really think it was an appropriate outfit to wear to school? Well, yes. That's why I'm wearing it. Just because her taste favours tweed jackets and a yashmak for young girls it doesn't mean that mine does. Actually, that's why I scored detention today. I pointed out that my yashmak was at the cleaners and she wasn't amused. A detention for insolence. Totally not fair. She was insolent first. At least the detention was over and done with and I was making my escape. One small step, from one side of the gate to the other and lo, I am an adult. You make sense of it. I can't. I was strolling past the gym and the gym doors were open. Unusual as the place is normally locked after the last class. Someone must have forgotten. Glancing through the open door as I passed I spotted a couple of those giant gym balls and I stopped. I've seen some of those gifs and videos on the internet of people using those balls. Usually they're of people having accidents but there have been some showing people doing some interesting stunts with the balls. Now I'm a cheerleader and we're always looking for new material. I started thinking about how we might work some of those balls into a couple of our routines. How hard could it be, I wondered, to bounce on a giant ball? The thought was father to the deed. I wandered into the gym to look the balls over. Up to this point I'm pretty sure that I wasn't breaking any rules. You're not supposed to use the gym equipment unsupervised in case there's an accident and the school could get sued, but I wasn't using the balls. I was just looking at them, testing their bounciness. I moved on to trying to bounce on the balls. I'd seen a few simple tricks that I thought I could do and it wasn't as though I was going to be hurling myself at the balls. Just sitting and bouncing a little. Technically against the rules, but there again, even being in the gym without wearing gym clothes is technically against the rules. I decided to give it a go. Those stupid balls are a lot harder to balance on than you would think. They're so big that when you get on one your feet aren't on the ground so you have no support. One wrong move and the ball tips you off. Using these could be trickier than I thought. "You're doing it wrong," said a voice, and I jerked my head around to see who was there. That was a wrong move, by the way. I promptly fell off the ball again. "You know you're not supposed to use the gym without supervision?" the gym instructor said softly as he strolled over to where I was sitting on the floor. "Um, I'm not actually using the equipment," I hastily explained. "I was just getting a feel for the balls because I thought we could possibly include them in a couple of our cheerleader routines." "Ah, my mistake. I thought I saw you sitting on one of the balls but I guess that was my imagination." He had the blandest look on his face as he looked at me, and I knew my face was red. Still he was letting it go so I didn't say anything. "Why don't you take the ball and put it against the wall. You'll find the wall will help steady the ball while you sit on it. Once you have a bit of skill you can try the more free form ball exercises." I did as he suggested, carrying a ball over to the wall and then climbing on it. It was still wobbly but I found that I could sit comfortably and catch my balance. OK, so we would need instructions on how to use the balls. That could be arranged. "Now try lying on the ball," I was told. That should be simple enough, I thought, launching myself onto the ball and rolling off the other side, with a squeal. "No. Do it towards the wall as it can't tilt you in that direction." The instructor, Mike, I think his name is, came over and placed his hand on my back, pressing and getting me to bounce a little. "Bounce a little," he said. "Get a feel for the movement of the ball. Think of what direction you want it to move and tilt it." So there I was, lying across the ball, bouncing on it and getting a feel for it. That's when I remembered that little rule about gym clothes when using gym equipment. Our gym clothes include, along with the skirt, modesty shorts so that we're not flashing our panties at everyone. The skirt that I was wearing was every bit as short as my normal gym skirt, but I wasn't flashing my panties at Mike. How did I know? Because I was flashing my bottom at him, my panties having made a sudden trip south. I squealed and try to stand up but Mike's hand was holding me firmly against the ball. "Be quiet," he said firmly, slapping my bottom quite hard. Worse than that he didn't lift his hand back off my bottom. He just slid it around, following the curves until he found curves more to his liking. You guessed it. He latched onto my love mound, squeezing and rubbing. "You stop that," I hissed at him. (Quietly. I didn't want another spank.) "Just what do you think you're doing?" "Dumb question, isn't it?" he replied. "What does it feel like I'm doing?" "You're groping me and I want you to stop," I stated firmly. "I see. Not such a dumb question, after all. I am not groping you. I am conducting a little foreplay prior to fucking you. There's a difference." Um, he had a point there. There was a decided difference between getting groped and getting raped. It wasn't really a difference I wanted to experience. "You leave me alone. If you don't get your hands off me I'll scream." "If you scream I doubt anyone will hear you. School finished ages ago. Only an occasional straggler is about and they're shaking the dust of the school ground from their feet as fast as they can. Also, one spank per scream. You can scream if you like. It's your bottom." I opened my mouth to scream and instead gave a yelp as he gave me another spank. "What was that for?" I wailed. "I didn't scream." "You were going to. Like I said, it's your bottom." "That wasn't my bottom." "Oops. My error. Let me kiss it better." I was like, say, what? Before I could take in just what he said his face was between my legs, kissing it better. That was the point at which I should have screamed but all I could do was go, "Ah, ah, ah, oh my god, what are you doinggggg?" I could feel his teeth rasping against my lips and his tongue darting between them. If you think a man's hand can stir you up down there, wait until you feel what his mouth can do. And I couldn't do anything about it. I was stuck on that stupid ball and he was stopping it rolling and I couldn't get off and he was doing things to me and oh, my, god, I didn't know what to do. He stood up again but he was still leaning heavily over me, holding me steady. Then I felt something slap against my bottom, and it wasn't his hand. I squealed, saying something along the lines of, "No, no, no. Don't you dare." Big effect that had. I could feel him dragging his erection (deliberately dragging it, too) across my bottom, drawing it down between my cheeks and I knew where it was going. Knowing didn't mean I could do anything about it. The damn thing felt huge and it was now pressing against my lips. It also felt awfully hard and my lips seemed to be all soft and yielding. What happened next was strange. He started pushing against me, wanting in. I naturally tried to pull away, not wanting it in. The ball was yielding under me, helping me to move away, but his cock just kept on coming. It reached a point where the ball couldn't give anymore and when he kept coming my lips gave way and he was sliding into me. He just kept coming and coming, ignoring my protests, and I could feel him inside me, filling me, drilling deep into me, pinning me to that ball like a skewered butterfly. When he finally had me nailed he gave a grunt of triumph, telling me that now the fun would start. The fun started, alright. He started pulling back and the ball felt the lessening of pressure. It pushed me up against him, holding me onto his cock. He had to pull back quite a way before he could start withdrawing. He started back in and the ball sank under his weight, leaving his cock chasing my pussy again as he tried to sink into me. He started using some bad language. He was finding it a major effort to drill into me and it was just as hard to pull back. The whole thing not helped by my giggling. I know I should have been weeping and wailing and saying, "Oh, no. How could you," but the whole thing struck me as comical. I bet he'll never try to bounce another woman on one of these balls. He gave up in the end. Not the rape. He was quite willing to continue with that. Just bouncing me off the stupid ball. He stood up, holding me around the waist, cock inside me and kicked the ball. Then he sank back down to the floor, landing me on my hands and knees while he was kneeling behind me. "Laugh at this, blast you," he grumbled, and finally started to screw me. The whole thing with the ball had been so farcical that I'd completely relaxed. With no resistance he started to give me a fine time, driving in hard, filling me with himself, pleasuring me again when he dragged his cock slowly back for another exciting thrust. It was all pretty much standard after that. He just kept driving in, and I must say he seemed just as intent on giving me pleasure as he was in taking it. He might have chosen rape, but he wasn't being a selfish rapist, if you get what I mean. I have to admit that I was responding, pushing hard to meet him when he drove home. Why not? It might not have been by choice, but I was enjoying it. I'd have loved it if he'd pushed my top and bra aside and played with my breasts, but I had to go without that. It wasn't something that I, the victim, could reasonably suggest. He should have thought of it himself. He brought me to the final point quite nicely, although I could sense a touch of desperation towards the end. He was afraid that he was going to blow without making me climax and he didn't want that. I, naturally, did my best to hinder him, doing what I could to delay my own climax, smirking as I listened to him work. I couldn't delay it long. Not with that hard, hot, hose hammering me. I finally relaxed, letting the whole thing just wash over me. Afterwards I didn't say a word to him. I just pulled up my panties and headed for the door. Would you believe I ran into Mrs Frothingham just as I was leaving? "What were you doing in the gym?" she demanded. "You know you're not allowed in there unsupervised." "Oh, I wasn't alone," I said, pushing the door open and indicating Mike who was tidying the Gym. "Mike was there. He was demonstrating the fine art of balling." Geez. I thought she was going to have kittens or a stroke. "I was thinking we might be able to incorporate the gym balls into our cheerleader routines," I said, all innocence. "Mike showed me a trick that I'm sure will be a wow if I can get the girls to do it on the field." She looked at me suspiciously, no doubt wondering if I was being insolent again. I hastily excused myself and bolted. Gym Buddies Many times at the gym I would be there gazing at this hot guy who became known to me as Andrew, he once was stood there in-front of the mirror checking himself out like most of those vain guys do at the gym, his long blonde surfer style hair just covering part of his face, hiding his seductive ocean blue eyes and his beautiful pink lips. Looking at him I noticed the subtle little things most people wouldn't think to notice like how he hasn't shaved today compared to other days giving him a nice golden stubble with little bits of black hairs mixed with a few shades of blonde. Yes i know it appears like I'm stalking him but honestly I'm not, I just see him here so often i can't help it. I just wish i could pluck up the courage to say hi to him, but that would just be weird, wouldn't it? What would i say without sounding like some crazy nutter? I battle with my subconscious until finally i decide to leave it. I'm not making a fool of myself to some straight guy that i don't even know so i decide to head to the changing room, have a nice long hot steamy shower and get myself home for the night. The next day after i finish work i decided that tonight i was going to hit the gym, I seriously needed to blow off some steam, tonight isn't normally a night i go but, to be honest its needed! So I jump in my car and drive to the gym. I walk straight in and proceed to get changed slipping off my shirt and replacing it with my tight white tank top, slipping off my snug Armani Jeans, slipping off my boxers, putting on my jockstrap and shorts. I grab my ipod as i leave so i can just chill and work out all my stress, As I'm running on the treadmill starting to sweat, music playing in my ears, I look up and there in the mirror i see Andrew walking towards the changing room with his bag in hand, i just continue running and watching his every move, just watching the way his jeans just cup his bum cheeks like they were delicate, and how huge his bulge looked, how the jeans cup his balls and cock making it look really tight! WOW! I began biting my lip just itching and wishing I could get him out of his Jeans and well, into nothing ideally. But he wouldn't be into me like that would he? Oh no my subconscious was back again trying to make me do stupid things! I just snapped back at it thinking no this is insane, i got to stop being like this he's just a guy! I stop the treadmill and head over towards the dumbells to give my legs a bit of a rest, i wipe my face wiping away any trace of sweat that had accumulated from my sprint and daydream of Andrew walking in. As I stand there picking out the right size weights, out of the corner of my eye i see Andrew starting to walk over so i quickly grab a pair and walk over to the bench but in my panic i pick up some that were not my normal weight but 2x the weight, CRAP! What am i going to do now? these are too heavy. Not wanting to look weak i carry them and place them at the side of the bench, place my towel down and straddle the bench, i reach for my dumbells, lie down and begin my work out every time i take a breath out take a slow glance over Andrews way to see if he checks me out, at least this way i would know if he's interested once and for all. As i peered over to him i was left stunned and mesmerised as he turns round and starts running his fingers through his hair, i was jealous of his fingers at that point and felt myself starting to get aroused, as he reaches down his back he pulls on his T-shirt lifting it up revealing his ripped body and perfect chest with a tattoo on one of his pecs. Wow, I like him even more now I've seen this on him, he tucks his T-shirt into his shorts, adjusting the band which appears to be his jock strap then turns around and stands there flexing his muscles checking him self out, tensing his biceps, tensing his abdominal muscles. Ok this was getting too much, i need to stop being distracted by this guy i continue my work out... After a hour and a half of various work outs i get up, pick up my towel and proceed to the changing rooms leaving Andrew behind to continue his work out! As I start to undo my shoe laces I hear the door to the changing room go and someone exhale, I don't look up and continue what I was doing, I slip off my shoe, remove my shorts and tank top and put them into my locker and throw my towel around my waist and head towards the showers. I begin to turn on the shower letting it get all steamy, I bend over, reach under my towel and slowly take off my jockstrap , as I start to stand up there in front of me was stood Andrew, he was completely naked from head to toe with only a towel and shower gel in his hands. His cock was just staring me in the face and he began to speak, "Hi I'm Andrew, I've seen you in here quite a bit and just wanted to tell you that you have an amazing body, you must really yourself hard to look as good as you do" I stand up straight and just look at him smiling at me, I can't help but go red with embarrassment, as I tried to talk I just stand there scoffing, the words not coming out, "thank you, you too! Sorry hi I'm Kris." As I start to turn away from him to head in the shower he says in such a sultry tone "hi Kris, can I join you?" WHAT?! I hear my subconscious scream at me. With that he placed his hand firmly against my chest and forced me into the shower cubicle, he eyes staring into mine making me compelled to do as he so desired, he forces me down onto my knees, the water pouring over his head down his stomach and onto my face, I'm now eye level with his cock and without hesitation I take it in my mouth and begin to suck him hard, I didn't care if this was a one off or the beginning of something new but I was going to suck him until he cum in my mouth and until his balls were dry. His cock was big and long and he made me gag as he thrust his meat into my mouth, I felt like I had been let loose in a sweet shop and his was the best candy if ever eaten, I sucked on it like it was an everlasting gobstopper. He tilted his head back with enjoyment the water running through his hair and down his back, his arms out showing off his built torso and defined abs, I grab hold of his bum and start to massage his cheeks getting barely a hand full of his rock hard buns in my palm, god these were some buns of steel. I start to lick his balls putting them into my mouth and sucking on them nibbling on the skin that protects them before putting them in my mouth for a suck, I stand up licking his body as I go along the side of his ribs and up towards his armpit, I take a smell and inhale his musky, manly sweaty aroma. The scent of him was intoxicating, it was driving me wild. I reach for his mouth, biting his bottom lip a few times as my fingers run through his golden hair and down his face stroking the stubble, with that he pushes me out of the shower cubicle and over to the hand wash sinks, lifting me up he sits me down on the edge. He spreads my legs apart and starts to suck on my meat, my fingers not being able to resist they run through his thick locks on the back of his head, I guide his head up and down my shaft making him choke on my cock the way he did me. He come up and kisses me passionately his cock pressed up against me I feel him pulsating, with that he pulls me down turns me round and goes down on my hole, licking it, getting his tongue deep inside me, making my hole so wet, he spits on it to lube it up some more, wow he's tongue is like ecstasy. He grabs his cock in his hand and slowly guides it into me pulling back on my hair, looking at me through the reflection on the mirror I watch his face fill with excitement as he gets deeper and deeper, my warm hole taking him in. He starts to slowly thrust deep into me, holding my head back enough so I can see him in the mirror as he nibbles on my earlobe and starts to pinch at my rock hard nipple, tweaking it harder with each thrust, he lowers his hand and pulls me back so he can grope my rock hard schlong and starts to wank me off. I feel him breathing deeper as his breath hits the back of my neck, his stubble tickling my hairs and the smooth touch of his lips kissing me intermittently, he's thrusts become more rapid, I lay my head into his shoulder as I feel myself wanting to shoot my load, he continues to wank me off increasing his speed to match his thrusting movements. I start to bite my lip as I get close to exploding, Andrew starts to talk dirty in my ear, "I'm going to make your body roar like thunder, your arse drip like a waterfall and you cum faster than a bullet" With that I get ready to shoot my load biting my lip harder, he feels me about to explode and tightens his grip around my cock creating a slight bit of pressure, and then I hear him groan and moan as he also gets close, he goes full speed and I shoot my load, it hitting the mirror as it goes, Andrew also cum's at that moment making my arse drip with cum just as he promised, as his rhythm slows and I finish cumming the last few drops I have left of this load we both breath out a sigh of relief and are completely overwhelmed by what had happened, my legs began to quiver beneath me, his cum dripping over my g-spot sending chills all over me. He pulls out of me and walks back to the shower cubicle where I join him again, as we wash each other down, I cant help but stare at his smile and play back what had just happened in my mind, I turn to him and ask "can I see you again, to which Andrew replies "ill find you" with that he winked at me and proceeded to get dressed and leave the changing room, leaving me speechless at todays events.