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By JackBro (JackBro_99@Yahoo.com)

I feel nervous and frightened. With you in the driver's seat and me sitting along side, I fear someone might look in through the window. I worry they might see me as we drive down the road.
I feel naked, and I practically am. The meager clothing around my waist makes me feel uncomfortable. The even slimmer clothing over my chest makes me feel exposed. I feel naughty and humiliated, yet I have to admit that it also gives me a thrill just like you said it would. It is like when you sneaked me into the movie theater as a kid. I was still underage, only a freshman, but you worked at the theater and sneaked me in through the delivery door in back. I was always so afraid over getting caught. I feared someone might see me-just like I fear now.
I have ample reason to be afraid. Around my body I wear your gift for my 21st birthday. It is a white bikini a very small white bikini. It is one of those tiny white bikinis that I guess you would call a string bikini. The top leaves little to the imagination, and the panty rides high on my thighs to hide my short frame.
A semi truck pulls along side. Out the corner of my eye I see a man sitting in the cab, and he looks right down on me. He sits at the perfect angle to look in.
"Look at those knockers!" I imagine him say.
"Wow! What a rack!" I see another, his partner, lean over from the passenger's side.
I make the mistake of glancing up. In response, they pucker their lips. I cannot hear through the closed window, but I know they give me a whistle.
The red light finally changes and I breathe a sigh of relief.
It feels extra embarrassing for me because I have little experience showing off my big chest. I always purchased one-piece swimsuits as a teenager. My parents never allowed me to wear anything else, plus I always assumed big-chested girls were supposed to wear one-pieces. Little did I know until you taught me.
I hear the roar of the truck engine as the men attempt to accelerate along side. They want to look at me again, I know, because I have a lot for them to look at. I think the bikini is too small. The top looks as though it was designed for a girl with half my cup size. My double-Ds fill it to overflowing.
The men keep up with us for only a few feet. It is a lucky thing I sit in a 911. A semi tractor has no chance against a Porsche.
You were the first to talk me into buying a two-piece swimsuit soon after we ran away and moved to California. I can still remember when I wore it to the beach for the first time. It felt both embarrassing and thrilling at the same time-a lot like it feels now. The embarrassment came from exposing my tummy, thighs, and heavy cleavage. The thrill came from knowing how I affected the men when they saw me. By the look in their eyes, I knew. I easily imagined them getting hard-ons beneath their swimming trunks. On a few men, I thought I could even see it for myself. And it wasn't just the young men either. The nasty old men looked too, the ones in there 40s and 50s. They should have felt ashamed to look at an underage girl of 17 like they did, but they still looked.
This particular bikini is a lot smaller than the first one I wore on the beach. It is, in fact, smaller than anything I have ever worn before. It looks to be a great deal smaller than any bra I own, even the small demi bras. It is even tinier than the latest nightie you gave me for Valentines' day. My double-Ds look as though they are about to spill out, and the rear thong allows my buns to stick to the leather seat beneath me.
We drive for a long time, about 20-minutes. Most of it is on the freeway, thank goodness, where few people pay attention to the passengers in the cars around them. No one else sees me, or at least no one else that I notice.
We finally exit near the place where you work. I want to ask where we are going, but I know better. You told me long ago that I would find out only when we got there.
I briefly worry your plan might be to take me into work and show me off to your buddies, but instead we turn into the parking lot of what I recognize as your gym. This is where you go three nights a week to work out and tone your fabulous muscles. You are a tall, handsome man, 6-foot-2, three years my elder with a body that makes all my girlfriends rave with jealousy.
A sparsely populated parking lot tells me the gym isn't very popular at this time of night. We drive past two, maybe three-dozen cars. A large majority are Mercedes and Lexis automobiles, I notice, which tells me something about those inside. This must be an exclusive club for professionals. I figure they must come to the gym to relax after a long day at the office, just like you do, although today you first came home to bring me along.
"We're here," You announce as you park at the back of the lot, away from all the other cars. We stop at the rear of the building, as far away from the front entrance as possible. This worries me, for I think about the people who might see me when we walk around. The sun has just set, but the sky continues to glow in light. One of the high overhead lights in the parking lot turns on, but it does not yet produce sufficient light to be of any practical value.
"What are we doing here?" I ask with curiosity.
"We're going to work out, of course," You tell me. "What else would you do at a gym?" You let out a slight laugh, but I do not laugh along with you. "Oh, don't worry Lisa, it will be fun. Just do what I say, and you'll have a great time."
I am afraid to step out of the car; scared some elderly lady might see me. I can almost picture someone walking past me now, giving me a rude look or calling me a tramp. But all is clear. No one is within sight. I get out of the car and quickly follow you a step behind. Much to my relief, we do not walk around to the front of the building. You open a back delivery door with a key and wave me inside, just like you once did at the theater.
At first it is okay. It feels weird walking in a strange place with so little clothing, but no one is there to see me. We walk down a short hallway, past some storage rooms and some offices. No one seems to be working at this time at night, but then we walk through a fire door into the main workout area of the gym.
I see people all over. Some lift fee weights. Others walk on treadmills. Several joggers circle on an elevated track. A few of the bigger guys do specialty workouts on machines, like leg presses, curls, and all those other exercises I hear you talk about. I suddenly feel very exposed, almost naked. I turn to hide back behind the door, but it has already locked behind me.
"Don't be shy," You tell me. "Follow me. I need to check you in."
You take me by the arm, and we walk through the gym. It is like walking down a public sidewalk. I feel the eyes of a dozen men upon me. I suspect a dozen more glared at my ass after we passed. It feels very embarrassing, even humiliating, although I have to admit there exists a strange erotic element too.
We walk past the treadmills, and then past the weight stations. I do not look back at the men when they look at me. I hold my head down and act shy. I walk amongst them almost as if in a dream.
"She's a friend of mine," You tell the receptionist as you hand her your membership card.
She gives me an unfriendly glare. "You know this is men's night!"
She first wants to refuse my entrance, but then thinks better of it. "Although I guess it's all right for you. At least I know none of the men will complain about your workout attire."
The receptionist gives me a friendly smile as she hands you back your membership card.
It is then when I notice. The receptionist is female, and she looks to be the only female in the place. Glancing over my shoulder and quickly taking a look around, I can't see another woman in the entire gym. The receptionist and me are the only representatives of the female sex, and I do a superb job at showing mine off. It feels uncomfortable but erotic.
"Let's start you on something simple," You suggest as you take my hand and walk me to one of the machines. "This is set up to do chest presses."
You show me how it works. You lie back against a pad that extends up at about a 45-degree angle, and then you take hold of two bicycle-like handlebars, and push up. I mostly notice the way your chest pushes out at the bottom of each press, which makes me realize it will be especially embarrassing for me.
The cool leather sticks to my ass cheeks when I take your place. I take hold, push the handlebars forward against the resistance of the machine, and then relax it again at my side. I push once, twice, three times. Each time I feel my chest stick out when I relax my arms. Even worse, I notice the machine faces towards the rest of the gym.
All are free to look at me, although few of them do. I feel some take quick glances, but most of the men continue to work out as though nothing is unusual about a big breasted, half naked young female working out along side them. This leaves me with a very erotic conclusion. I wonder if the evening might all be somehow planned. The men treat me like I am just another man, even though they clearly see I am not.
We do not stay long at the first machine before we move on to the next. I hardly have time to work up a sweat. Next, you take me over to the weight benches.
The thick rubber of the bench feels good against my naked backside when I lay down. Again, I feel it most distinctly against my bare buns, which reminds me of all the men who just admired my ass after I passed by them. A bar supported by two stands is positioned above me with weights on both ends. For this exercise, we need a spotter, and you pick what must be the biggest, most sparsely clad man in the room.
"Hey Bubba," You call him over. "Would you mind helping me spot for Lisa?"
"No problem," He walks over wearing a tight bikini brief with a well-pronounced budge in front. I can't help but notice it as he stands along side me. The guy is well over 6-feet tall, strong, muscular, and shirtless. He looks like a linebacker for a professional football team. His bulge looks especially big.
He stands behind me and lightly grips the bar with his hands. His crouch is positioned almost directly over my head. As I push up the weight, I look directly at it. I can almost see the outline of his nuts.
"Very good," He says as he looks down on me. "You're doing a very good job Lisa. That looks nice."
I know he compliments more than my weightlifting ability. I feel his eyes roam all over me, at my nudity, admiring my tits as I lay in front of him. I know because I start to see his bulge expand. I see a clear indication of a growing shaft up one side. This only serves to increase my arousal still further. My heart begins to race faster, and not due to the weight on the bar.
We work on this bench much longer than the first. I start to pant. My arms grow tired.
"Why don't you trade positions?" James suggests. "The polite thing to do is to trade and change positions."
Bubba helps me place the bar back on the overhead rack, and then he takes my place and lies on the bench.
"Go ahead and spot for Bubba," You tell me.
This is ridiculous, of course. There is no way I will be able to lift the bar with the two additional disks you help him place on each side, but I say nothing. I am useless as his spotter, but the position gives me the perfect viewing angle.
I let out a yelp when I see it. It is in his bikini briefs. The elastic lifts above his waist from the growing organ beneath it. It lifts high enough for me to see inside to the tip of his cock.
"Are you all right Lisa?" You ask me.
"Fine," I answer with a high-pitched squeal, louder than what I intend. "I'm just fine. No problem!"
It's been awhile since I've seen another man's cock, and I can tell this one is big. In fact, this guy is really big! Bubba is clearly a very well endowed young man. His boner lies at an angle and points to the side. I am blessed with a side profile of its furthest reaches. And not only that, but I can see he is uncircumcised and has a thick mushroom on the tip. It is just the way I like it, long and thick. I stair for several minutes and practically ignore the weights.
We work out the legs next. I must sadly leave Bubba behind, but then we walk up to two more studs laying on their backs and pushing down with their legs. I notice they are well muscled and young like Bubba. Both are also shirtless and wear the same style of bikini briefs. I can tell they have been working out for a long time, for their bodies drip in a tick layer of sweat that makes them look sexy. I can't help but wonder if either of them might be as well endowed as Bubba.
"I'll let you go first," You interrupt my admiration of the bigger of the two bulges. "I'll help you get started."
Lucky for me or perhaps by plan the weight bench between the two men remains empty. I lay down on it, rubber, of course, while you adjust the weights. The bigger of the two men lies to my right. A big, burly beard covers most his face. The other is clean-shaven and blond.
Like the rest of the men, they continue to work out do not appear to notice my sparsely clad body when I lie down. I, however, notice theirs. I take advantage of the opportunity to admire the bulges made by their biceps, quads, and especially by their dicks. As I press forward with my feet, my eyes roam back and forth to the tight mounds that appear as small hills to either side of me. Like Bubba, I think I see the bigger of the two starts to grow even bigger, but then I figure it only the side effect of my horny imagination.
"Hi," A voice speaks to me. "How much are you doing?"
I am taken by surprise. The words come from my left and I do not know what they mean at first, but then I realize he refers to the weights.
"I'm afraid I have no idea," I answer honestly to the blond. "My boyfriend set the weights, and I'm kind-of new to this sort of thing."
He stops for a moment to look. While I continue doing leg presses, he gets up and looks at the side of the machine.
"One twenty," He concludes. "That's pretty good for someone of your stature."
He turns, and I see it. I see it is not my imagination. I clearly see the outline of a long pole pointing up and to one side of his briefs. And I was right! He looks to be another well endowed young man.
"My name's John," Blondie introduces himself as he gets back on the bench and starts up again.
"I'm Lisa," I say half out of breath. By this time, I am tired. My legs start to ache. I want to quit this little bench-pressing exercise, but then I am rewarded with a renewed source of energy.
It happens quickly. He does only two or maybe three leg presses after he lies back down, and then I see it. It breaks free. Suddenly, I am left with the sight of my second mushroom cock-head of the evening.
Unlike Bubba, this one shows more. The action of his feet and thighs allow it to escape completely. Instead of looking at it inside his briefs, it pokes out. A good three or four inches of male flesh springs out from the top of his bikini briefs. He does nothing about it and simply ignores the thing.
Like Bubba, he is clearly a very well endowed young man. His cock is thick with a very substantial diameter. I know it is long too, but that is more difficult to gauge. I can't help but wonder how many more inches remain covered under his briefs.
I notice the weights do not feel nearly as heavy when I have him to look at, but they soon make my legs tired never the less.
"Lets do a little running," You suddenly appear from behind me.
I do not want to leave, but I rise anyway. I notice both men are hard now. Blondie or John continues to expose his. The bearded man looks as though his might even be bigger, but it remains firmly locked inside his briefs. I don't know where you went while I did the leg presses, but I really don't care. The two men provided ample entertainment.
"Please," I beg as soon as I see where you take me. "Not those!"
I see a group of about a dozen treadmills standing against the wall. Well-conditioned men jog in place on three of them. I realize you want me to jog along with them, and then I think about how much my boobs will bounce in a run. My bikini offers almost no support. I know my tits will bounce and move all over the place in a jog, possibly even bounce right out of the bikini.
"Please!" I try to beg as you set the controls on my machine. "I can't run in this!"
You ignore my pleas. The treadmill starts up. I am forced to start walking as you step onto the treadmill next to me and begin jogging.
"Well," You question. "Are you coming or not?"
I suspect your words have a double meaning. I do not cum yet, but I know I soon will be. The treadmill starts to move faster, and I am forced to keep up.
I can't believe I am doing this! It's not bad at first, but then the treadmill begins to move faster and faster. It looks as though you programmed it with your own personal program to start slow and accelerate faster. I try my best to run level and not bounce my body around too much. I try to be careful, but it becomes impossible after only a short while. My legs already feel tired from the leg press exercise. My body aches. I start to get out of breath. And all the while the treadmill keeps up its ever-present acceleration to higher and higher speeds.
My boobs start to bounce, and then they start to bounce some more. Making it worse, my legs begin to grow numb. It is unnatural to run without allowing your body to travel up and down, and I think this makes my legs grow even more tired.
I feel my tits really start to fly. They swing up in one direction and then back over to the other. The best I can do is to keep them from flying out. Some of the men have a hard time ignoring me. I think they try to ignore me, but they can't help but look. I see the eyes of several of them locked on my chest. Although humiliating, it also feels thrilling. I feel like such a slut. I start to feel wet.
The treadmill accelerates to an even faster pace. My legs hurt more. My tits bounce with increased violence, so much so that they start to hurt. Glancing down, I see my worse fears come true. My bikini still covers my tits, but it looks as though it is on the verge of flying apart. The straps of the bikini start to chaff the skin at the side of my chest and behind my neck. I realize my heavy tits mist be placing tremendous stress on the fabric of the straps. I fear one of them might snap and expose my tits fully.
Looking around the room, I see the eyes of additional men locked on me. It feels exhilarating. It feels erotic. Secretly, I want the bikini to tear apart and my tits to break free. I think about what I will look like in a run with no top at all. The thought gives me an extra burst of strength, but soon I must stop. I pant heavy with exhaustion. I cannot go on and jump off the still running treadmill.
I stop not because of my boobs, but because of my legs and because of my lungs. I am out of breath, panting with exhaustion. My body is covered in sweat. I notice my hair is wet. I am at the point of near collapse.
I see you continue to jog at my side. I have to give you credit. Your body is obviously in much better physical condition than my own. I am not accustomed to working out like this. You also seem to look unusually sexy. This exercise in voyeurism fills me with desire. I can't wait to get you into bed tonight.
"Have enough of a workout?" You question, still running at a good pace but hardly out of breath.
I am bent over, with my hands on my knees, still panting with exhaustion. "I think so," I say between breaths.
"Good, then time for your reward," You stop. "It's time to hit the showers."
You take me by the hand and we head towards the back of the gym. I wonder what you mean by "reward" as I see two doors. One says "Women," and the other is labeled "Men." I start to head for the Women's locker room but your hand still holds my own.
"No, this way," You say.
I am initially shocked. I am afraid to follow, but you only pull harder. Almost in a daze and before I know what has happened, I enter. I walk into the men's locker room in your hand.
Immediately upon entering I see a score of nude men walk around. Some comb their hair, others stand in the shower, and still more dry their bodies. And most importantly, none wear towels. None are partially dressed or wear shorts. They all remain thoroughly naked. I find this strange, and it gets even stranger when none of them pays any attention to me. They walk around the locker room as though nothing is out of the ordinary about a woman in the men's locker room. One even bumps me with his arm as he walks by.
I realize the game continues. This too is all part of some prearranged plan. The men must have been told to act as though I am just another guy.
I get even more aroused. It is as though I am in dick heaven. I see peckers all around. Some white; some black. Some are hanging; another bounces as he walks past me. And these aren't just any cocks. These are large men with welltoned bodies. This is paradise.
I try hard not to stare at them while I wait for you to open your locker, but it is difficult. One particular guy washes himself in the shower. He is a tall athletic man. He's rubbing soap into his chest, down his tummy, and then his hand runs over his dick and balls. He lathers them up, and in the process moves them all around. He looks well hung. His cock extends several inches down his legs, and it is still soft! I almost drool over him as I try to picture what he must look like standing upright and at attention.
And then it gets even better. The guy drops the soap in the shower. With his back towards me, he bends over to pick it up. I look at his ass as he goes over. I can see his big dick hanging down between his legs. It is an incredible sight to behold.
"I bet you would love to wrap your hand around it," You whisper into my ear. "I bet you would like to pull it for him, maybe lead him around by his dick."
It is as though you read my mind. You are right. A fantasy suddenly forms in my mind. I smile as I think about what it would be like to stand in the shower with him, maybe even help him lather up his cock and balls. I know I would get them very clean. I picture myself feeling over every square inch of his monster. Bubba follows us into the locker room soon after. "Hello James and... is it Lisa?" He questions unsurely.
I nod my head, unable to speak. I can't help but realize we are in the locker room together. All the other men are naked, so it is only logical to assume Bubba soon will be too.
"Have a good workout?" He walks right over to us and asks.
"Good enough," You answer. "I would like to stay longer, but Lisa is getting too horny. She asked if we could go home to fuck."
My head turns like it is on a coiled spring. I look up at you in shock. I can't believe what you have just said. For a moment, I wonder if heard right. It is too shocking to believe.
Then I turn back around and look at Bubba. He has started to undress, and to my amazement he wears underwear underneath his bikini briefs. But it is not just any ordinary underwear, it is fish net. I can see right through it, and I can see he has an enormous tool on the other side. It is coiled up into a tight little package. I can't help but stair.
"It looks like you better hurry," Bubba laughs. "I'm not so sure if she can make it."
It is a humiliating remark, but then he turns around and I forget all about it. In back, the fishnet transforms into a thong. Bubba's ass is even barer than my own, and it is such a hot ass.
"Well, aren't you going to take a shower too?" You interrupt my stair.
I am shocked. While I busily admired the cocks all around me, you have completely undressed. You stand beside me naked. You hold a towel over your shoulder, and that is all. You look as though you are ready to go into the shower, and now I learn you want me to join you.
I pause for a moment to consider it. Here I am in the middle of a men's locker room. At least two-dozen handsome, fit, and naked men stand around me, several of them who look to be very well hung. You have just asked me to take off my bikini and join them in their naked state. You want me to show them my bare tits and pussy.
I can't help but want to get into the shower too. As you stand beside me waiting, I reach around back and untie my top. I lift it up over my boobs and over my head. I allow my substantial breasts to stand free and naked in the middle of a men's locker room. Several men look at them. Despite their best efforts, they are no longer able to ignore me. One in particular stairs right at me open mouthed, right at my exposed nipples. I take it as a compliment.
Then I slip down the bottom and show them more. The bottom is easier because I am already half-exposed. I slip it down and show off my pussy.
You take me by the hand and we walk into the shower. As I walk, I feel the eyes follow me. I feel them admire my big tits and naked pussy. A few of them stair, but most remain obedient. Most men continue to act as though there is nothing out of the ordinary about a naked female inside the men's locker room.
A minute later I stand in the shower and allow the warm water to cascade over me. I remain naked, of course, and so is everyone else. The only difference is that I am female and the rest are all males. I can't believe five naked men take a shower along with me. One of them, I notice, has become partially erect, and it excites me. It is like being on the beach again, walking around in a bikini, suspecting but never quite sure if the men watching me are getting hard-ons or not. It is the same experience, but now I know for certain.
One of them grabs me by the ass. I turn and find it is John Blondie the big man from the bench press.
"Oh, excuse me," He speaks as though it is an accident.
I am about to scold him, but before I have a chance to say anything I notice it. I glance down and see him stand full. He stands behind me with a raging hard-on pointing up at attention from between his well-muscled legs. It looks to be even longer and fatter than before.
"Hi Lisa," He says. "Have a good work out?"
I am unable to answer.
"It sure looks like you did," Another voice speaks from my left.
"That looked to be quite a workout on the treadmill."
I look to see Bubba, and I look to see him inflated too. I am not sure who is bigger, Blondie or Bubba. They both have enormous cocks, eight or maybe nine inches in length.
I feel another man touch me on the ass. This one does not grab me with his hand. I look around to see that he must have touched me with the head of his cock. It is the same man I saw in the shower when I first walked in. He is also at a full erection and looks to be the biggest of all.
I suddenly realize you are no longer with me. You are nowhere in sight. Three naked and very well endowed studs surround me, standing in the shower.
Blondie starts. When I turn to face him, he takes me by the arms and brings me in close. He kisses me, and at the same time I feel the tip of his cock against me.
I know I should run away. I know I should scream. But I don't. I just stand in place as he presses tight against me, working his big cock into my tiny pussy.
"Relax," Blondie says. "Relax and enjoy it."
We have no need for foreplay. They gym served as our foreplay. We have no need for rubbers or protection. He simply enters, and he enters raw. His big hands encircle my waist, pulls me close, and he enters.
I feel his size immediately. He is big, really big, and I am so wet. Despite his size, he easily slides it inside. The head of his cock forces me open more than I have ever been opened before. He enters slow but deliberately, sinking his long cock deeper and deeper inside with every passing second. And just when I think he is fully inserted, he rams it home with a final thrust. I know this is the deepest I have ever been impaled before.
"Oh God!" I can't help but cry out.
Before I have a chance to catch my breath, he starts. Blondie begins to fuck me. He fucks me in the middle of the men's shower room with everyone watching.
"Oh, oh, oh," I pant with each thrust.
I realize people surround us. They watch. They hear me. I know I must look like a total tramp, but I can't help it.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Slowly, I am forced to back up. His cock is too much. I can't keep still. I soon find myself pegged up against the wall, where he gains additional leverage and enters even further. The wet, smooth surface of the tiled wall slides across my ass-cheeks as his hard meat rams in and out.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
His hands leave my waist where they are no longer needed. He brings them up, up to my chest. I feel his strong hands push my boobs up from below and then circle around. He kneads my boobs as he fucks.
Blondie fucks me long and hard. He fucks me over and over again. It is the best fuck I have ever received. Women who say size doesn't matter never had any! Blondie is the biggest and Blondie is the best. I soon find myself on the verge of an orgasm, but he doesn't give me the chance. Before I do, he does.
Blondie stops, rams it home, and grunts. A second later I feel him throb and explode deep within me. His cock fills me so tight I can actually feel it throb and squirt inside. His orgasm lasts for nearly a minute or at least it lasts much longer than the average man.
"She's good!" He speaks the first words since he entered. "I must say James, your girlfriend is quite a good fuck!"
He pulls out and leaves me unsatisfied. I failed to reach my own orgasm, but then I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Let me try," I turn to see Bubba eagerly request to take his place.
The disappointment quickly leaves me.
Bubba feels about the same size big, that is. I never participated in an orgy or received multiple fucks before, but that doesn't stop me now. Neither does the humiliation or embarrassment over allowing two men to do me in public. I am too much in need of an orgasm to care.
My need is quickly satisfied.
"Oh, oh, oh!" I start panting like before, and then it hits me before I am ready.
"Fuck!" I think I nearly scream. I tense my body, look up, and feel both feet leave the ground. Bubba slams me against the shower room wall and presents me with the most powerful orgasm of my life.
"More than good!" He compliments. "I like a woman who isn't afraid of letting you know when she gives an orgasm. I can't wait for another."
He doesn't give me time to rest. Immediately, Bubba starts up again.
"Please!" I try to stop him but don't really mean it. "Oh please, please stop. Let me rest."
He acts as though he doesn't hear me.
"Oh God! Oh my cunt!"
I feel numb after the orgasm. I hardly even feel him trust in and out any more, but soon the sensation returns.
Soon, also, I feel him on my boobs.
"I like these," Bubba compliments. "Now these are what I call tits."
He moves my boobs around, squashing, squeezing; even pinching my nipples. I like it. Bubba knows how to handle a big set of tits.
Sooner than I think possible, I start to feel another approach. I begin to feel another orgasm gather momentum from somewhere deep inside me. I've never before experienced more than a single orgasm in a night. Even with a dildo to warm me up, no man ever gave me a double orgasm, but I now feel it approach.
But like Blondie, Bubba lets go too soon. His hands leave my chest. His body tightens. He rams me hard against the wall and unloads.
"Take it," He yells. "Take it all!"
I do. I feel him throb and shoot into me three times. And then he stays inside, I assume as he experiences additional eruptions. He keeps it inside for at least a minute after.
"Excellent fuck," He finally pulls out. "Oh Lisa, you are quite an excellent fuck."
"Good job," The other men pat him on the shoulder as though he has just scored a touchdown.
"That was great!"
"What a show!"
I feel liquid flow down my inner thighs, and I know it is not from the water of the showerhead. I feel his cum, I know; it is his seed. I am so full after a double fuck I fail to hold it all.
Bubba steps back. He pulls out like Blondie and leaves me on the edge. I wonder if there will be more.
"I wonder," A voice answers my prayers. "I wonder if she is as big of a slut as you say she is."
I look towards it, out of the shower and in the direction of the lockers. The first man I noticed in the shower the biggest man of them all. He lays on one of the benches. He lays bare, naked, face up, and he lies on the bench with the longest cock I have ever seen. It points straight up towards the ceiling.
"I think she is," Someone says.
"She's the biggest slut I've ever seen," Comments another.
I continue to look at him, unable to pull my eyes off his gigantic tool. It is the biggest I have ever seen. I can't help but wonder what it would feel like inside me.
"I wonder if she is a big enough slut," He speaks some more.
"...to walk on over here and take a seat."
I gasp! I immediately know what he wants. He takes a glance at his own cock as if to invite me, but I already know. I see where he expects me to sit.
"Oh yes!" One of the men says.
"There she goes!" Says another. "Go over to Stephen and take a seat."
I do not consciously walk, but I feel myself approach him anyway. My legs move on their own. My body approaches like steel to the magnet of his cock. I walk over to this big man they call Stephen.
"You know you want it," He tells me. "Come on over here and ride it."
I step out of the shower, towards the lockers, to the big man who lies on the knee-high bench. A few minutes ago I sat down on this same bench to take off my shoes. Now I will use it to help a man fuck me.
"Yes, come on over and take a seat on my pole!"
I step up to the end of the bench and spread my legs. I spread one to either side, and then continue walking.
"What a whore!" Voices around me say. I hear them as if in a dream.
"Not a whore," Another corrects him. "A whore charges. Lisa does it for free!"
I must part my legs further when I come to Stephen. I pass over his feet, and then I pass over his meaty legs. I continue to walk up the length of his body until I reach his waist.
"That's the way Lisa," He speaks. "That's perfect! Now just have yourself a seat."
I must almost step up on my tiptoes to reach over his cock because it is so long, and then I let myself down on it.
"Holy fuck!" Someone yells. "She's actually going to do it!"
And then I do. I let myself down on it. He easily enters. John and Bubba already reamed me out well. I hardly feel him enter. Stephen feels skinnier than my last two fucks, but what he lacks in girth he makes up for in length.
I think he must be all the way in, but then realize I do not yet sit down on him. My twat starts to feel tighter. He begins to enter harder. I realize he is hitting virgin territory.
"I think she's going to take it," A voice says.
"There she goes!"
"All ten inches."
I think the ten inches is an exaggeration, but I'm sure not by much. He is fantastically long and enters me fantastically deep. I can't believe I am capable of accepting such a long tool. I worry he might hurt me, but he doesn't. I am able to take it all. Finally, I lower myself all the way and he enters me fully. He goes where no man has gone before.
And then I ride him.
I ride his cock like I have never ridden a cock before. I bounce up and down and ride him like he is a bull stud. I must move myself a long distance up and down in order to experience his full length. My legs felt tired only a few minutes before, but now they find a new source of energy.
I ride on him faster, and then I ride on him even faster. I know the ride makes my big tits bounce up and down. It is just like the treadmill all over again, but I don't care about how I look. All I care about is the big cock inside me. I am desperate for another orgasm, but I do not get the chance.
Suddenly, without warning, he pulls me down on him. I feel his strong hands on my waist as he pulls down. He skewers me with his long cock. A second later I hear him grunt, and a second after that I feel him pulse and throb inside me. He squirts his seed deep inside me.
I am left filled.
"Have her take your place," A deep, gravelly voice speaks from behind me. "Get up and put Lisa in your place."
Stephen quickly obeys like a servant to a much stronger master. He pushes me up and takes his cock out of my hole. Then he gets up off the bench and lays me down in his place. I am placed face down onto the narrow bench with half my tits dangling off both sides.
I do not know what is going to happen next. I just go along for the ride and what a ride it will be!
"Holy shit!" Is all I hear.
"Look at the size of that thing!" Speaks another.
I wonder what they are talking about. I have my suspicions and I hope they are true, but no! It can't be. I desperately want to turn around and check, but I know I cannot.
"Go ahead," Someone invites him.
"I gotta see this!" Says another.
I hear shuffling and movement behind me. I can tell someone is positioning himself behind me at the opening of my delicate cunt.
A moment later I start to feel it. I hope it is you, but I clearly feel it is not. It only takes a second for me to know. I only need to feel the head. Clearly, this cock belongs to another. It opens me too much! It spreads me apart too wide! It cannot be you. This cock belongs to another; someone bigger, wider, and I hope much longer too. I can feel that I am being fucked by a very well endowed young man.
He penetrates me with difficulty. Despite my three earlier fucks he still has trouble. Despite my slick twat and my substantial reaming, he still enters with difficulty. I feel this one is bigger than any of the others. He is a new one. I failed to meet the acquaintance of his cock out on the gym floor, but I know I am about to get acquainted with it very well.
"Oh!" I grunt at the next inch of penetration. "Oh shit!"
This one fails to enter slowly like the others. Instead, he enters in short, quick thrusts, impaling me by perhaps an inch at a time. I feel him get ready, gather up steam, pull it back slightly, and ram it back home again.
"Oh!" I grunt again. "Oh fuck!"
"How is she doing?" A deep, masculine voice asks from behind. I can tell it belongs to the cock impaled inside me, but not impaled very far. I think only his head rests inside me. I realize he is asking if it is too big.
"She's fine," You answers for me. "Keep on going! Lisa's fine.
I'm sure she can take all of it."
"Fuck!" I feel him thrust another inch. It feels like I am being fisted.
"Oh James!" I cry out at the sound of your voice. "Thank you! Oh thank you! This is the best work out of my life."