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 This is a work of fiction.  It contains explicit descriptions of sexual
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   Renewed and Invigorated By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)

   In just four days, April Martinez's outlook on life had completely
changed.

   The lethargy was gone.  The depression and the hopelessness were gone.
There was a constant energy in her body like a drug.

   At the ripe old age of twenty-two, the former gymnast had discovered
sex. When Bud Tanner first walked into the massage room four days earlier,
she'd been depressed and a little frightened and feeling hopeless.  His
bold arrogance and athlete's physique proceeded to first overwhelm and then
enflame her.

   She'd started out practically a virgin and in less than an hour turned
into the hottest fuck of the stud's life.

   And then, he walked out of the massage room and possibly out of her
life. But it wasn't the man himself that had lit her fire.  It was the
experience.  A new revelation of what her compact but powerful body was
capable of.  The pleasure it could experience and also, the excitement of
bringing extreme pleasure to another.

   After her failed bid for the Olympics and all the injuries that had
caused that failure, she'd seen her body as a traitor and her life without
meaning or prospects.

   That was abruptly behind her.

   The first thing she changed, early the very next morning, was her
wardrobe.  As a receptionist at Stu's Gym, she'd worn a unitard and shorts
every day.  No more.  Tight yoga pants and a sports bra were her uniform
now.  She'd already noticed a lot more looks from everyone that saw her.

   That day, after Tanner had fucked her so well, she'd seen her body in a
whole new light.  Her small, tight frame had sprouted perky B-cups with
small, darkly shaded nips since she stopped actively training.  Her waist
was not dramatically narrow because she carried a good deal of muscle.

   Currently, her abs were a moderately defined 4-pack.  She knew it was a
good look but she also knew that with fairly little effort, she could get
back to the six cut-granite slabs she'd had while competing.  She'd been
spending time in front of her mirror at home each morning, nude, posing. 
Her own body turned her on.  She couldn't decide if she wanted the chiseled
6-pack back or if a very slightly softer look was sexier.

   She'd just have to ask for some opinions.

   So, four days later and a couple hundred dollars poorer.  It was money
should couldn't really afford to spend but new, sexy clothes had suddenly
been very important.  She wanted those looks.  She wanted to *feel* sexy.

   And holy Christ in heaven, she wanted to fuck.  She couldn't be bothered
with bars or dating apps when she spent all day at this smorgasbord of
flesh.  She'd seen dozens of buff dudes that made her pussy slick and her
nipples hard.  But an opportunity to pull one into a room and fuck just
hadn't arisen yet.

   She was reading online about getting certified as a trainer when Tim
Stein came into the gym.  He was a regular, usually in during the quiet of
the middle of the day.  April didn't really know him.  She'd never gotten
to know anyone at the gym.  But she'd seen him often enough.

   Her newly minted libido perked up and she tracked his progress across
the room.  Six foot even, slender but muscled.  A body like a basketball
player's.  He was quite a bit less impressive than Tanner but April was
thinking of casting a wide net until she settled on a type.

   Watching him greet a few of the other clients, April realized something.
She remembered things she'd seen over the months but hadn't really picked
up on.  Tim was a flirt.  He'd even tried to flirt with her when she first
got the job but she'd been completely unreceptive.  He'd moved on without
any dirty looks or anything, just acknowledged that his attention wasn't
wanted.

   She also was remembering him hanging around several different women at
the gym.  Many of them had been receptive.  He seemed pretty charming,
treating the flirtation as a fun game.

   April wondered how often he sealed the deal.  She also wondered how big
his cock was.  And she knew she was going to find out.

   *****

   "How much are you lifting," a voice asked.  Tim glanced up.  The hot
little receptionist was watching him.  The newly hot receptionist.  He'd
noticed immediately when her dress changed.  He'd also seen her roving
eyes.

   He did one last rep on the leg press.  As always when he had any kind of
audience, he tried to make it look easy.  Well, it wasn't actually a lot of
weight; he was doing practical reps.

   "Just a hundred pounds.  It works for me," he answered.  He shrugged
internally.  She worked at the gym.  She should know enough not to be
expecting a huge number when someone was just doing their daily routine.

   "Okay, yeah.  I've seen you doing a lot of reps.  You're looking good,"
she said overly casually.

   Tim did several more presses.  Whatever the girl wanted, he'd let her
find her way.  She'd sought him out after all.

   There were three leg machines in a row and the others were both free. 
April set one for fifty pounds and settled in the saddle.  Weights had been
a very small part of her training but she knew she could pump out a lot of
reps at that weight.  Tim hadn't tried to bluster about the weight so she
wasn't going to try anything silly.

   What she wanted was an excuse to be near him for a while and also give
him plenty of opportunities to see her body.  Her two-tone tights and brief
sports braw left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

   As he continued reps at a casual pace, he turned his head to speak to
her.  It was also an excuse to watch her without dumbly staring.  "I've
never seen you on any of the equipment before."

   She matched his pace.  Her bare midriff was hard and flat and her tights
clearly showed her defined thighs.  "I realized I've been getting soft
since I stopped training.  I don't want to get flabby."

   Tim paused his routine, watching as the receptionist continued.  "You
sure don't look soft to me."

   She did a couple more reps then let the plates down.  She kind of looked
at herself.  "Yeah, I guess." She gracefully rose from the machine and
glanced around briefly.  No one else was near or paying attention to them.
"Hey, can I ask your opinion on something?"

   "Sure, I guess."

   "Come over here a sec," she said, walking over to a pull-up bar.  She
looked up at it and made a face.  "I actually don't think I can reach
that." She reached high and jumped.  She was several inches short of even
contacting the bar.

   "Give me a boost?" she asked.

   Tim stepped close but hesitated before touching here.  "Uh, how do you
want..."

   She tapped on either side of her puckered navel.  "Hands on my hips and
then 1-2-3-heave."

   He bent slightly and put his hands on her hips, thumbs reaching toward
her navel.  She flexed her knees and counted, "One, two, three, hup!" She
jumped and the man lifted with her.  He felt her stomach harden and she
grunted softly.

   When he felt no weight on his hands, he released her and left her
hanging.  "So what did you want to ask me?" he said, forcing his eyes to
hers.

   "I was wondering how much muscle guys like on a girl," she said.  She
did a slow, steady pull-up and touched her chin to the bar.  Then she eased
down.  "I mean, I know every guy is different but what do you think turns
the most guys on?"

   "Well, I know I like abs and a decent set of biceps on a lady but I'm
afraid I'm in a minority."

   "Oh?" she asked, finishing a third pull-up.  "Is that some kind of male
ego thing?  I mean, when a guy doesn't like fit chicks."

   Tim rubbed the back of his neck.  He had not failed to notice how
prominent April's nipples were or how her eyes had gone down to his shorts
more than once.  He had some practice keeping himself under control so
there wasn't anything much to see there yet.

   "I guess some guys feel threatened.  But I also get liking a soft look
just for the sake of it being soft and traditionally feminine."

   "Well, I'm not going to let myself get soft no matter how many guys
might like that sort of thing." She held a lift mid-way, her elbow at
ninety degrees.  She raised her legs and held them flat at ninety degrees
as well.  She held the strenuous position easily.  "I mean, just look at
this."

   Tim looked.  Tim liked.  Her biceps were tight knots.  Four panes of her
abdomen were well defined and Tim could see a suggestion of a third pair.
"Yeah, you look pretty amazing.  I bet you can crack walnuts between those
thighs."

   She was still holding the stressful pose.  "Wanna feel how hard my body
is?" She asked, a sparkle in her eyes.

   "May I?" he asked back, raising a hand near her thigh.  He certainly
sounded eager though in control.  She nodded.

   He pressed his fingers to her outer thigh.  It was tense with strain and
hard as oak.  Glancing up at her face, he saw she wasn't having any second
thoughts.  He explored further, tracing the groves of her quadriceps.

   "What was it you train for?" he asked.

   "I was a gymnast," she said, neutrally.

   Something in her voice made him look up, pulling his hand away.  There
was something behind those words.  Some past pain or disappointment.

   Though they shared a moment of human empathy, neither was interested in
derailing what was happening.  Tim glanced at her rigid arm and back up,
raising his brows in question.

   "Of course," she said.

   He reached above his head and felt her tight, mounded bicep.  "Damn,
you're rock hard, girl."

   She shifted, adjusting her grip.  He felt the power beneath her skin. 
She asked, "Anything else you want to feel while I'm up here?"

   He'd kind of been averting his eyes from her stomach.  He took her
suggestive tone as permission take things further.

   Her abs were right at his eye level.  Her shallow, controlled breathing
was barely perceptible.  Her taunt stomach was like an adobe brick wall.

   He stepped closer.  He braced one hand against her back before spreading
his hand across her stomach.  "Now you're just showing off.  They're hard
and perfect," he said.  Boldly, as he tested the density of her muscles,
his pinky edged under her waistband.

   It couldn't infiltrate down her pelvis very far but the suggestion of
intimacy was unmistakable.

   She smirked down at him.  Slowly, she lowered herself.  Figuring that
there really wasn't anything she wasn't open to at this point, he let his
hand slide up her body.

   Her little breasts were firm but so much softer than her muscle.  Except
for her nipples.  They felt like ball bearings through the thin bra.

   Feet dangling a foot from the floor, she paused.  They held one another
with their eyes.  He pinched one of her peaks and she just grinned and
wiggled her toes.  Then she let herself drop.

   Flexing her knees, she landed gently.  As she rose, her hand found it's
way up Tim's leg, into the leg of his shorts.  She took a firm grasp of
what she found there.  "Hmmm, I'm so glad you're nice and hard too," she
said.

   She squeezed him again and stroked his completely erect cock.  She was
making it clear this wasn't a tease.  "Come see what my awesome body feels
like from the inside."

   She let go, turned and walked away.  Stunned, Tim watched her go. 
Slowly, he began to follow.

   She opened a door Jim wasn't familiar with.  A sign above it said simply
"massage".  He followed her in.

   *****

   April let the man pass her at the door and closed it behind them.  The
room held a massage table and was brightly lit.  It was clean and more than
a little clinical seeming.

   Tim turned to the receptionist.  She was facing the door, her back to
him.  A full-length mirror was mounted on the back of the door.

   She ran her hands down her body.  She slid them down her stomach and
across her hips to her ass.  Watching, Tim saw no hint of panty lines under
her tights.

   Sweeping her hands forward and back up her body, they wormed their way
under her bra.  "Is it wrong that my own body turns me on?" She asked him,
looking at him behind her through the mirror.

   "Not that body.  It's like a European sports car.  A piece of art and
also a powerful tool."

   Her eyes lit up."Oooh!  I like that.  I hope you don't say that to all
your conquests." She pulled the bra down across her ribcage, letting the
cupcakes pop free.  She stared at them in the mirrors, teasing one tip
between her fingers.

   Tim came up behind her and put his arms around her.  His hands
forcefully replaced hers.  "Let me do that."

   She made a low noise and pressed against him.  His shrouded cock bumped
along her lower spine.  "Please do," she said, watching his hands grope her
little treasures.  She licked her lips and winked at him.  Since her hands
and been pushed out of their playground, she reached back and pushed down
his shorts.  She could only reach far enough to just clear his shaft.

   When his naked cock thudded against her back, she could feel it's slick
drool.  Blindly, she rubbed it's head and stroked the lube down his shaft.
His hips jerked.  "Damn girl."

   She craned her neck up and parted her lips for him.  He bent his head
and met them.

   April had made out with boys now and then in her youth but it had all
been a bit clumsy.  Much like the fumbling attempts at sex that meant she
had no longer quite been a virgin by the time she was nineteen.

   There had been no kissing when the baseball player had repeatedly nailed
her in that same room just four days earlier.

   His left hand slid from her chest, up her neck and clasped her jaw.  He
inhaled deep and sank his tongue half way to her throat and clutched her
breast hard.  He had her almost off her feet and her hands rose to the back
of his head.

   It was April's first soul-kiss.  It made her stomach clench and her
knees tremble.  Feeling the strength of her reaction, Tim went for broke.
His long arm went from her tit down to the crotch of her yoga pants and
pressed his fingers against her fold.

   He was rewarded with a moan and a gasp and wet fingers.  She sucked hard
on his tongue and pushed herself against his hand.

   By degrees, never letting her mouth lose contact with his, she turned in
his arms.  His delving hand did lose contact with her sopping camel-toe but
a moment later slid into her tights and down her tiny butt.  The tips of
his fingers could just brush her dripping clam.

   She nearly bit his tongue off as he teased her hole.  She humped against
his body and let out a frustrated moan.  He was too tall!  The head of his
wooden tool was closer to her tits than her pussy.

   She pushed him away and began desperately wiggling out of her yoga
pants. Tim took the opportunity to remove his shorts the rest of the way.
Then in a flash, she was back in his arms.  Her hands went behind his back
and around his shoulder and she lifted a leg against his hip, her teeth
grated against his and her tongue ran back and forth between his lips and
gums.

   The other leg came up and she scaled him like a telephone pole.  Tim
could feel the head of his drooling cock bump along her powerful abdomen
and his heart pounded in his chest.

   She hitched her hips high and caught the head of his penis with her
swollen sex.  With one final swivel, she felt him enter her.

   April raked his back and sank slowly onto his proud soldier.  "Holy
fuck, you're tight!" he shuddered.  Slightly off balance, he let her back
thump against the mirror.

   "Wow, did I need that cock," she grunted.  He was entirely inside her
now.  He wasn't nearly as massive as Tanner had been but her pussy didn't
really notice the difference much.  It was just thrilled to have something
to chew on.

   She let some of her weight come to rest on her clitoris and that's when
she came.  "Fuck me!" she groaned as she trembled.  "Oh god, I don't want
it to stop." There were tears in her eyes as she tried to hump him.

   Bracing her back and neck, he pulled away from the door and turned to
the massage table.  It was a lot higher than his hips but he let her down
to prop her back and shoulders on it, her hips hanging way down off the
side.

   He shifted his arms down, one at her hip, the other hooked on a thigh.
He jostled her into place as her orgasm subsided.  "Say that again, horny
little girl."

   "Fuck me!" she screamed.  Someone out in the gym had to have heard.  She
locked her legs around him and mashed her pelvis against his.  Her little
tits were hard and her stomach tense.  Her pussy held his cock like a
collapsing star.  Hot and irresistible.

   He started slow.  April spread her arms wide, clinging to the edge of
the padded table.  With her legs around his waist, she worked in time with
him.  She would crush him into her groin, everything tense.  Tim thought
his cock was going to implode from the pressure.

   Then she'd loosen enough to let him back off a couple inches before they
both surged against each other again.

   "God, you really want to be treated like a little fuck bunny, don't you.
Just a nympho slut that can't get enough."

   Her legs held him tight, ceasing their motion.  Tim was shocked to
realize that she wasn't even breathing hard.  Her eyes were hot and narrow
when she answered.  "I want you to treat my body like that sports car you
were talking about.  Pedal to the metal, screeching tires and no fucking
speed limits."

   She bumped him back and then yanked him in till his balls were jammed
against her granite ass.  "Capisce?"

   He gave her a hard pounding of his own.  "Ah, an *Italian* sports car,
of course.  High performance but hard to control."

   She couldn't help but laugh at that as he proceeded to screw her hard,
hungry body with everything he had.

   Tim had always fed off the energy of the women he was with.  He didn't
need them to take the lead necessarily but he needed strong feedback.  He
had to know it was good for them.  The more into it they were, the bolder
and better he got.

   April was so wide open for him, taking every thrust as if it were a
gift. She came three or four times and was actually beginning to go soft on
him.  Her legs were barely staying around his waist and her head had
dropped back onto the table.

   "Ok babe, where do you want my fucking load?"

   April first had to collect her thoughts to understand the question and
then took longer to figure out what she wanted.  "Would you believe me if I
told you no man has ever cum in my mouth?" she asked.

   The loyal gym member slammed into her especially hard and held himself
inside.  She wasn't quite black-hole tight at the moment, merely tight like
a fist.  "I guess so.  You want to swallow my cream little kitten?"

   She laughed again.  Hormones make lame jokes funny, apparently.  "Hmmm,
come lay on the table and I'll drink it straight from the fountain."

   As he pulled out, he helped her down to the floor.  They spent a moment
just standing, wrapped in each other's arms.  April giggled each time his
cock jumped against her stomach.  They exchanged a brief kiss and then Jim
climbed onto the massage table.

   As the former gymnast watched him, she found herself thinking that this
was nice.  She wouldn't stretch and call it romantic but it was certainly a
friendly and comfortable exchange.  Hot and debauched but not brutal.

   She'd probably someday want to stretch her boundaries and test herself
again but she was glad to know she could thoroughly enjoy a simple,
friendly fuck.

   She climbed up after him and knelt between his legs.  She'd been in a
similar position for a bit with Tanner but the vibe was very different. 
While Tim was under control, even her inexperienced senses could tell he
was very close to popping.

   She wrapped her hand around his slick shaft.  He was probably a bit over
seven inches in length and very average in girth.  Tanner had been so big,
she couldn't get the head past her teeth.  She wasn't going to have that
problem with Tim and it excited her.

   As her tongue made contact with the tip of his spear, she gazed into his
eyes.  Her little pink taster traced the contours of his crown and teased
his leaking slit.  The hot rod twitched in her grip.  It swelled
imperceptively, obviously as aroused as it could possibly get.

   "You're just about to get your fill, girl," he warned.

   She opened her mouth wide and engulfed his knob.  It filled her mouth
nicely, the tang of it filling her senses.  Tim grabbed the back of her
head tensely but didn't pressure her.  His hips jumped uncontrollably.

   He was panting and grunting.  Pre-cum flowed thick.  April stuck a
couple fingers in her slit and rubbed her clit with the heel of her hand.
She pushed her head down and tried to swallow more of him.

   "Mmmhmmph," she snorted and slobbered.  She had half his cock in her
mouth, filling the back of her throat.  She was struggling to breathe but
she wasn't ready to quit.

   She tried to swallow and pushed again.  Completely unable to control
himself, Tim jabbed his hips up in return, hands tighter over her head.

   April gagged hard but fought it.  She tightened her stomach, refusing to
let it heave.  Rubbing herself furiously, she kept him buried in her
throat, still hoping to take in the last two or three inches.

   "Fuck," he grunted, thrusting again as his cock pulsed and spat its
first load down her pipe.  "God, there it is!"

   Choaking and gagging, April backed off.  She kept the head in her mouth,
lips sealed over his crown.  He flooded her mouth with more cum.

   "Drink it all!" he grunted, watching her struggle to cope.

   A few seconds later, she slid her lips off him.  She savored the taste
for a moment.  It was hard to describe.  Just salty and somehow tingly. 
Not good or bad but the thrill having a mouth full of jizz really turned
her on.

   She kept his load in her mouth for another half a minute or so while she
fingered herself.  She swallowed it just moments before cumming and then
opened her mouth and gasped as she did so.

   She curled up on her side between his legs, just aware enough of her
surroundings to avoid falling off the narrow table.

   Tim sat up and stroked her hair while they both caught their breath. 
"Why don't all my workouts feel this good?" he asked.

   "I guess you just need the proper motivation and an enthusiastic
trainer."

   They chatted while they dressed.  It was surprisingly comfortable.  Tim
was probably almost ten years older than her so nothing major would stem
from their hook-up but he was easy to get along with.  April's life of
intense training and her recent devastation and depression left her more
than a little socially backward.

   She had some things to learn beyond some new sexual positions but Tim
had made it all easy this time around.  It helped that being horny gave her
confidence.

   He said he was going to get a shower in the locker room.  No risque
invitation was hinted at.  The gym was nowhere near deserted.  He left
before her; no reason to advertise too blatantly what had happened.

   April got back to her desk without anyone seeming to be the wiser.  She
checked the time.  Less than half an hour since she had first approached
him at the leg press.  She found herself grinning as she settled in for the
rest of the day.

   I little while later, Tim gave a friendly wave and a very big smile as
he left the gym.  He'd definitely gotten what he needed.

   *****

   April kept her eyes on things in the usual manner.  She tended to walk
the floor a lot more now.  Before Tanner, she'd been in such a funk she was
barely aware of her surroundings.

   Back at her desk for a bit, she let her eyes continue to wander.  There
were perhaps ten clients in the gym right then.  It was the middle of the
afternoon, still well before things would pick up around four.

   Her senses seemed to be heightened.  The clang of weights and the
thudding slap of feet on treadmills.  The scent of fresh sweat and a little
stale BO as well as disinfectant and something vaguely musty coming from
the AC vents.

   And the visual of every bunched muscle and glistening expanse of skin.
Two men were in tight spandex shorts (one shirtless).  The three elements
of their cock and balls were easy to discern.  She tried not to stare. 
Wasn't entirely successful.

   For that matter, all three women were in unitards or tight shorts. 
Unlike April, some version of a panty or thong could be seen under each. 
Still, the toe of the camel was occasionally revealed.

   The men in looser shorts weren't to be dismissed.  Though several must
have been wearing briefs or jock staps underneath, April was sure at least
two weren't.  One was on the treadmill and she could see his tackle
bouncing against the fabric quite clearly.

   Why had she never taken notice of all these details before?

   Finally, there was the man on the 'lat pulldown machine.  There'd been a
split second when she happened to be looking that the leg of his shorts had
gapped just right and she'd seen a darkly-haired testicle.

   Bonus; the guy was built and shirtless.

   It wasn't until he got up to move to another machine that she realized
she was rocking her clit against her fingers while she stared.

   When he went to the same pull-up bar April had performed on earlier, she
took it as a sign.  She stood and hurried in his direction.

   When he lept and grabbed the bar, his back and shoulders flexing, she
actually stumbled it made her so horny.

   He completed two slow, steady pulls and then felt her hand on his thigh.
He hung and peered down at her.  "Is there a problem?" he asked, honestly
not knowing what she wanted.

   April licked her lips.  His skin was hot to the touch.  "How many are
you going to do?" she asked.

   "I planned on forty."

   Her hand stroked his thigh and it made his feet wiggle at the sensation.
"I want to watch.  I'll count for you." Her hand went a little higher. 
"Then I want you to fuck me."

   He was still for a moment, looking her up and down.  Then he pulled
himself up and touched his chin to the bar.  "Three" April said.  As he
descended, her hand slid around to squeeze his ass.  Under his shorts.

   He went up and down again, her hand following along.  "Four."

   At ten, she let her hand slide between his thighs.  He nearly lost his
grip and his legs twitched that weird way that happens when someone pinches
your thigh.

   But he continued.  At twenty, one of her hands began tracing the tight
grooves of his abs.  The other brushed his balls.

   Before he reached thirty, he was rock hard and she was holding his
shaft. "Wow, that's a thick piece of meat." She said.  "Thirty-two."

   The repetitions were no longer easy.  He paused a moment, gathering
strength for the next few.  She asked, "What's your name?"

   "Lucas," he grunted as his chin touched again.

   "Thirty-three.  I'm April," she said.  Her hand wrapped around his fat,
drooling nob.  The feel made her salivate.  "Thirty-four.  Lucas, will you
eat my pussy first and make me cum?"

   He kind of whimpered.  She counted off the next before he answered. 
"Fuck, I'll eat you till you beg for my cock." He gripped the bar hard and
surged up again.

   "Thirty-six.  Wait one second," she got in front of him and reached up
to his shoulder.  She eyed the bar.  "Hold on tight, I'm going to boost
myself up there." She held his shoulder with one hand and jumped, reaching
for the bar with her other.

   Lucas took the moment of weight and watcher her.  She made it, her
shorter arms placing her chin at eye level.  "Can you do another?" she
asked, hanging, pressed against his body.

   The angle and weight meant she was pulled close against him.  She felt
his hard pecs flex against her ribcage as he rose.  He, in turn, felt the
hot little points of her barely-concealed nipples drag across his clavicle
and down his chest.

   When they were eye to eye, their gazes locked for a moment.  Lucas had
never seen such raw lust in a woman.  April, in turn, was sucked in by his
naked hunger.

   At the same time, his hard nob hung up against her crotch.  Grinning as
he pulled himself the rest of the way up, she wiggled her hips and coaxed
it to find it's way past her mound and begin to slide up her stomach.

   It all felt just as good as he eased his way down, trembling with effort
and need.

   "Thirty-seven," she said.  This time, he pulled himself up strongly. 
His cock battered it's way past her groin and she almost lost her grip.

   On the way down, her tongue darted out and caught his lips and the tip
of his nose.

   "Thirty-eight." This time, as their eyes met, she bent her arms and
followed him.  She kissed him, tongue aggressive.  Their foreheads hit the
bar and they both giggled into each other's mouths.  By mutual consent,
they went back down.

   Those long arms of his were too fatigued to halt his descent and he had
to leave her lips behind as she reached full extension before him. 
"Thirty-nine," she whispered.

   As he began his final pull up, April wrapped her legs around his waist.
Their grip was so tight.  Eyes wide, he stared into her as she locked lips
with him again.  She began to lift him.  Urging him up to the final touch
to the bar.

   They parted so that they both could properly touch their chins, gazing
at one another over the bar.  "Forty," she said.

   Going back down, she let him begin to take her weight through her legs.
Holding his gaze, she somehow communicated to him that she was going to let
go.  And she did.

   For a couple of seconds, he hung at full extension with April wrapped
around him.  He supported both their weights.  She teasingly licked his
earlobe and said, "What are you waiting for?" she jerked her head in the
direction of the massage room.  "Let's get to it."

   Legs around his waist and hands hooked behind and over his shoulders. 
She clung to him tightly.  Mustering a measure of courage, he let himself
drop.

   If it had been any more than six inches to the ground, it wouldn't have
worked.  But Lucas flexed his knees then took a large balancing step but
was able to take both their weights.

   April immediately locked her lips to his.  With the way she was pressed
against him, he could feel her soaking crotch against his stomach. 
Grasping her rock-hard ass, Lucas trotted to the massage room.

   Lucas banged through the door.  April reached behind him to flip on the
light.  Before the door had closed itself, he had her on the table. 
Without a word, he wrestled her pants off.

   She spread herself before his hungry eyes.  She smirked and said, "The
buffet is open."

   He grabbed her calves and pushed her legs back.  Way back.  "Oh!" she
said, taken off guard.  Hi pinned her feet back past the gymnast's ears. 
He locked eyes with her.  He lowered his mouth to her upturned sushi plate
and swept his tongue up her slice.

   April crooned and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.  Then Lucas
devoured her.

   It was the first time anyone had ever gone down on April.  She
absolutely lost her mind.  She came quickly.  "Oh God!  Christ that's
amazing.  Don't stop!" She craned her head forward.  The contortionist's
pose allowed her to see her own pussy lips.

   Lucas was lapping her convulsing pussy like half a mango.  She both felt
and saw the way his nose was buried between her lips, it's bridge nudging
her little clit.

   She was very lucky that Lucas was a life-long pussy hound.  When she'd
first asked him to eat her pussy, his mouth had flooded with need.  He was
delighted she had cum so quickly.  She was hot and sweet, her nectar
dripping off his chin.

   He sure as hell wasn't going to stop.  With his hands on her little ass,
he tried to worm his tongue even deeper into her honey hole, seeking her
G-spot.

   She came again when he found it.  The little slut's cunt grabbed hold of
his pink digger.

   "Shit oh shit oh shit, what's happening to me?" she keened.

   Lucas kicked out of his shorts but he knew he was sure to get another
quick orgasm out of the little firecracker.  Her last one hadn't really
ended yet but he moved his focus up a couple inches.  He locked his whole
mouth around her mound and used his teeth to grind his bottom lip up
against her clit.

   "Fuck!" she screamed, bucking against him and half falling off the far
side of the table.

   Lucas stood upright.  He'd already realized the table was an awkward
height but the receptionist petite and contorted form gave him an amazing
idea.  Something he'd always wanted to try.

   He located the point of balance along the curve of her back.  Bracing,
he lifted her.

   She still had her feet behind her head.  Her eyes got big as the stud
lifted her entirely off the table with just the strength of his arms. 
Every muscle of his upper body was on display.

   She grabbed his biceps, mostly to secure her balance but also to feel
the power pumping through them.  She wasn't even giving any thought to what
he intended to do.

   The blunt spear of his fat cock made contact with her drooling cunt and
her already-wide eyes tried to jump out of their sockets.

   In a single firm movement, he slid her body down onto his throbbing rod
until her dripping labia were plastered against his groin.  "Fuck, you're
tight," he exclaimed through gritted teeth.  With an act of pure strength,
he lifted her folded body several inches and then lowered her again,

   Lucas looked half mad with lust.  He had the perfect sex-toy in his
hands.  Hot, tight, wet and compact.  He used April to stroke his cock.

   It was a race between lust and physical stamina.  Would his arms give
out before he could bust open inside her?

   "Holy fuck, I can't believe what you're doing to me.  Yeah!" she
shouted. "Just use my fucking cunt!" As he powered her back and forth along
his cock, she rocked and swayed her weight a bit, churning his fat stick in
her tight hole.

   "I'm going to fucking gush all over your cock!" she squealed excitedly.
"Cum with me.  God damn you gorgeous stud, fill me.  I want to feel you
explode inside me."

   The fact is, he reached climax while she was talking.

   Lucas held her tight to hips and blasted right onto her cervix.  She
finally let her legs come forward.  She wrapped them powerfully around his
waist as they both came their asses off.

   April's pussy had a mind of its own, milking his buried bone for every
drop.  The little hard-bodied powerhouse lifted her body with her muscular
core, crushing his spouting cock.  He moaned and shook as she put her arms
around his neck and twisted herself down on his rigid pole.

   The rough stimulation of her clit made her see stars.  It was too much,
but April had never let her body tell her when to quit.  She would take the
sensory overload because to do less was to fail in some way.

   Lucas staggered in a circle and leaned back against the table.  It was
too high to sit on.  He needed to do something before his legs gave out. 
The slut was still twisting all over his horn.  He'd finished cumming and
so had she.  They were wet as soup down there but she was still very tight
around him.

   And he was still completely hard.  His cock didn't want to leave her.

   She was is in control and was handling her own weight and riding him so
his hands were free.  He took a chance.  Falling back, he reached one arm
to the far side of the table.  His back took their weight and he spun his
legs up and around until he was laying on the table in a normal position.

   April road the maneuver through, giggling as she bumped and spun. 
"Heehaa, just like riding a bull!" she shouted.

   She panted her knees against his sides and sat up straight.  "God I love
strong men," she said, neglecting to mention how little experience she
actually had.  "And I love that you're still hard in me."

   She grabbed his wrists and pressed his hands to her hard little tits. 
"Let's see just how fast I can make you cum again."

   She ground and twisted and slid around on top of him, eyes closed and
face in constant movement as she reveled in every bit of him.  His fat cock
was hitting all the places she was discovering she liked it.

   Lucas was mesmerized by her perfect, powerful body.  She was bronze and
glistening and so obviously very horny.  Her dark nipples stood out like
proverbial gumdrops.  He could even see the swollen pink tip of her clit
every time she rose up and let his cock pull out a little.

   "I have to be dreaming.  You're so perfect!" he groaned.

   She put her hands on his chest and stared down at him, hips in constant
motion.  "When you held me in your hands like a toy and fucked me so deep,
god, that was hot.  I'm so horny now."

   She scrambled off him for a moment.  She grabbed his pussy-soaked cock,
thrilled by its hot girth.  She ran her cheek up its length, inhaling the
scent of sex.  Then she wrapped her lips around the head and tasted it.

   She ran her tongue around it for all of ten seconds and then needed to
get it back in her snatch.

   She turned away this time, reversing her riding position.  It put new
pressure on Lucas's dick.  He put his hands on her waist and began to guide
her movements.  He gripped her hard, really pushing her weight around.

   April's pussy held him tight and she starting groaning, ready to climax
again.  As nice as watching her tits had been, her lean, powerful back was
gorgeous to watch.  Every muscle was on display and in constant movement.

   "Fuck.  Just keep taking it you little slut," he snarled, bouncing her
hard on his hips.

   April rubbed her clit fast.  "Yeah.  Pound me!"

   She came again but didn't pause or resist him.  "Give me more of your
cum!" she begged, believing him to be close.

   April still had little experience with sex.  Yes, he was very hard
inside her.  Yes, he was horny and powerful.  But he had already cum and it
was going to be some time until he could manage that again.

   Without thought, they worked into a steady rhythm.  Like being on a
treadmill or rowing machine.  You just keep going, eating up the miles.

   In this case, as she tirelessly road him, the miles were instead marked
by her climaxes.

   For twenty minutes of unrelenting motion, the fit pair fucked like it
was an ironman event.

   April was so zoned out by the pleasure and exertion, she didn't
understand what was happening when Lucas stopped lifting her in rhythm and
instead held her down hard against his pelvis.

   He wrapped his arms around her and forced her back down against his
chest.  He gripped one tit tightly and pressed his other hand across her
abdomen down low so his little finger probed the top of her mound.  Her
legs at his sides were folded tightly under here but it was no strain for
the gymnist.  The new angle put heavy pressure against the front of April's
ravaged hole.

   "Took you longer to get me off again than you thought, huh slut?" he
said as be began to release into her strained pussy.

   She felt the surge of heat from his pulsing cock and whimpered as she
came for possibly the tenth time.  He grunted and chuckled roughly as he
felt her body go tense.  Inside and outside, it was like he was in contact
with here every inch.  The came together in a most intimate way.

   To say they were spent doesn't do the aftermath justice.  April's bones
turned to jelly though her lungs pumped like they were still fucking.  Her
head lay back weakly on Lucas's chest.  Her legs slid out from under her
and fell to the sides of the massage table.

   Just closing her mouth so she could swallow and moisten was a struggle.
Her panting kept drying it out.

   Lucas was in much the same state.  His arms went limp down to his sides
off the table.  He was having trouble catching his breath.  The girl's
weight wasn't helping.

   They both clearly heard the squelch of his softening tool falling out of
her worn pussy.  An unreal quantity of mingled wetness followed down
April's asscrack and across his cock and groin.

   He started laughing first.  It may possibly have started as a cough but
soon it was an uncontrollable, deep chuckle.  It set April felt herself
rattling atop his chest and soon was laughing along with him Tears streamed
down her eyes.  "I need to find a better place to fuck," she said.  They
continued to laugh.

   It was a bit dangerous getting off the raised table in their weakened
state.  Lucas grabbed whatever piece of her he could reach while she
shifted and rolled around.  Any other time she could have lept off him any
direction she chose.  Hell, she might have done a handstand on his chest or
something.

   But as it was, she couldn't even fully lift her head.  So she wiggled
and rolled a bit, Lucas trying to keep her from falling, until she was on
her stomach across his thighs.  She finally got her feet to the floor and
clung shakily to him, waiting for feeling to return to her usually
indefatigable legs.

   "I don't know if you technically fucked my brains out but my bones might
be missing," she giggled.

   Lucas was just glad to be able to breathe comfortably again.  "Well, I
did fuck my bone in you....  never mind, I thought there was a joke there
but I got nothing."

   She glared at his limp and sticky snake.  "I don't see no bone."

   "Ha Ha," he said and made the first attempt to sit up.  It failed.

   Several minutes later, they were still shaking, mopping up the table and
their bodies with the towels provided by the massage room.  They knew they
both reeked.

   Reluctantly, April got back into her tights and sports bra.  She needed
a shower very, very badly but had already been away from her desk way too
long.  She didn't think she was actually going to get away with this and
was starting to worry.

   Awkward now, she kissed his cheek.  "It was a blast, stud.  Sorry, I
need to get back out there.  Wait a minute or two before following?"

   He nodded tiredly.  He felt like they should say more but words wouldn't
come.  "More like ten, probably.  I don't think I trust my legs yet.  I'm
going to be sore in the morning."

   April gave a tug to the crotch of her pants.  "You're telling me." And
she slipped out.

   *****

   April noticed enough glances and outright stares from the gym's patrons
to know some of them had noticed her departure and suspected what she had
been doing.  But no one seemed inclined to make an issue of it.

   The looks, some of them by appraising male eyes, excited her but she
knew she'd be having no more adventures that day.

   She'd quickly realized that her pussy was very sore.  She could barely
put her legs together.

   It was worse the next day.  She decided to wear comfortable underwear
beneath the yoga pants and a T-shirt...  she didn't want to draw hungry
eyes because she didn't want to think about sex.

   It was, like, three whole days before she felt well enough to find
something to fuck.  She decided it was time to try out Tinder.

   She rubbed herself off five times while paging through candidates and
began a quick digital dance with a few likely prospects.
   She was really looking forward to making love in a bed for a change.