Shirley Masterson swung the wheel of her Jaguar XJ-16 into the parking lot at the side of the large old stucco building which housed the gym, easing the car into the space which was prominently marked with her name.
She switched off the engine and sat there for a few moments, as she usually did when arriving in the morning, staring with pride at the sign which extended the length of the building.
MASTERSON'S GYM, it read, in bold red letters. Her own name was beneath, in smaller print, as well as the logo of the International Federation of Bodybuilders, to which she belonged. Before his death two years ago, her father's name had been where her's was now. Shirley had delayed having the sign changed, more out of sentiment than anything else, but finally it seemed the appropriate thing to do.
It was too confusing to have potential customers come into the gym expecting to have a male in charge, then be confronted with an owner who was a ravishingly beautiful female in her earlywthirties, one with a beautiful face and the body of a perfectly-proportioned Amazon.
After their initial shock wore off most of the men interested in bodybuilding usually signed up with the gym. Some didn't, of course, not wanting the distraction of a lovely woman as they spent long and arduous hours in perfecting their own bodies. A few other customers dropped away when Shirley expanded the gym and added facilities for women bodybuilders. But no one could deny that MASTERSON'S GYM was rapidly becoming one of the finest in Southern California, rivaling the famous gyms in Los Angeles. People really begun to take notice when members of the gym began winning important competitions around the country.
Now there was a waiting list, with training spaces being snapped up as quickly as they became available. Where her father had been only marginally successful, Shirley had put the business on a sound financial footing. There was even pressure from her financial advisors to have her franchise a string of similar gyms throughout the area.
More and more, however, Shirley was finding herself irritable and depressed. It was one thing to be a successful businesswoman and be the talk of the bodybuilding world, but something else to have to face the frustrations of being sexually turned-on by so many magnificent male bodies and not be able to do anything to calm the passions which raged within her.
She sighed unhappily and got out of her car, striding toward the front door of the gym. It had been a restless night for her, with wild and tormenting erotic fantasies troubling her sleep. Masturbation had only heightened, not relieved, her frustrations, leaving her a trembling and unhappy woman.
She unlocked the front door and went inside, locking the door behind her. It was early, not yet eight o'clock. By nine, when the gym opened and the first, bodybuilders began drifting in, the place would become a beehive of activity, with hard-muscled men and firm-figured females sweating and straining to achieve the physical perfection they all desired. Every piece of equipment would be in use, with no let-up until the gym closed at nine that night.
Shirley liked to get to the gym early and have some time to work out before the crowds arrived. Only then could she have any peace and quiet from the hectic schedule she set for herself. Her days were grueling, with her overseeing every facet of the operation. But at least the long hours left her little time for the disturbing sexual fantasies which plagued her.
The pungent aroma of stale male sweat filled her nostrils, triggering an immediate erotic response down between her legs. A warm tingle spread out through her pussy-lips and then into her belly, radiating hotly, making her tremble with uncontrollable lust. She blushed hotly with shame, trying to control herself as she went through the mirror-lined main gym and into the women's locker room, pulling at the buttons of her blouse as she walked.
Why can't I just let myself go and get it on with the oversexed dudes who are always hitting on me? she asked herself bitterly. A dozen times a day someone was propositioning her. It was the rare male who could be in her presence for five minutes without wanting to fuck her. She managed to laugh off most of the lewd attempts at seduction, only rarely encountering someone who wouldn't take no for an answer. When that did happen, when she couldn't manage to persuade the man that she had no intention of spreading her luscious legs for him, she would give him one more warning to lay off. If he didn't, she immediate barred him from the gym forever.
It seemed so ironic, she thought, undressing now. It was supposed to be a time of sexual enlightenment, a period when all the stupid taboos and inhibitions of the past no longer mattered. Almost every female she knew between the ages of fifteen and fifty were hysterically hopping in and out of bed without shame or any sense of responsibility. Yet she was as insecure about her own sexuality as any Victorian maiden. At thirty-two, when all her friends had more lovers than they could count, Shirley had been to bed with only three men, coming away each time with an overwhelming sense of guilt and frustration.
Every nerve in her magnificent body screamed out for gratification and pleasure, hot, passionate, wild sexual joy. She was almost crazy with desire every waking moment. Not just for any hard male cock, though. The only men who turned her on were the same males who surrounded her in the gym every day. What she wanted was a male with an incredibly beautiful body ... massive deltoids and pectorals, a bull neck, sinewy quadriceps. She wanted someone with the strength and grace of an Arnold Schwarzenegger, the rugged masculinity of a Frank Zane, the animal magnetism of a Boyer Coe.
And yet, as much as Shirley desperately desired to have one of these men make love to her, she couldn't bring herself to succumb to their offers.
Rationally she told herself that it would be bad for business to involve herself sexually with a customer. That was the answer she gave THEM. Deep inside, however, she knew that it was more than that. Every time she weakened she remembered her mother's warnings.
"Don't ever fall for a bodybuilder like I did, honey," her mother had repeated over and over again. "They're all too wrapped up in themselves to give a damn about their women. All they'll give you is trouble and heartache, just like I got from your father. You take my advice and never set foot in a gym!"
Shirley's father HAD been like that, Shirley realized later, after her mother had walked out on them for a truck driver who was willing to give her the things the father was not. There had been too many years of neglect for her, too many weeks and months of being alone while her father skipped around the country participating in competitions, too many nights of unsatisfied sexual desire because of her father's rigid rules against any sexual pleasure while he was in training.
Nor was Shirley's father any less adamant about her socializing with the well-muscled men when she went to work for him in the gym. He threatened physical violence on any customer who so much as looked at Shirley in lust. After he died and she inherited the gym she could do what she wanted, of course, but the old rules remained between Shirley and the customers: NO TOUCHING ALLOWED!
She quickly stripped off her clothing and hung it neatly in her locker, slipping on a clean pair of tights and her leotard. Pinning up her long blonde hair, she put on her gym shoes and went back out into the main gym.
It took only a few minutes to loosen up her lush body. Like most bodybuilders, Shirley was narcissistic about her own flesh. She gazed intently into the mirrors as she did her two hundred sit-ups, then moved over to the standing biceps bench and began the heavy exercise. She worked steadily until the sweat was pouring off her. This was what she loved, using her muscle-building equipment to the maximum, torturing her body, stretching and toning every ounce of flesh until it was screaming for relief.
Then, her graceful body trembling with power, she went on to the weights, starting slowly, soon pressing the heaviest of them.
By the time she glanced up at the clock it was almost eight-thirty. Sighing, she straightened up and grabbed a nearby towel, wiping the perspiration from her face as she strode into the shower and stripped off her damp garments. Like the main gym, the shower walls were covered by full-length mirrors, and every detail of Shirley's lushly voluptuous flesh was clearly visible to her eyes.
She couldn't keep from admiring her own body as she turned on the shower and waited for the steamy vapor to obscure what she saw. She noted the succulent mounds of resilient flesh that were capped by the cherry-red nipples. They were as fresh and firm as a teenager's, conditioned by her strict regime of exercise to be taut and jutting proudly outward. Her eyes swept downward past her tiny waist and provocatively flaring hips to the golden triangle of her pubic mound. The plump pad was pulsing sightly now with suppressed excitement, throbbing with desire for the hard male flesh that could relieve the erotic ache there.
I MUSTN'T THINK ABOUT THAT, she told herself, forcing her glance downward to her creamy thighs and long, incredibly beautiful legs. Shirley prided herself on the fact that she looked more like a Las Vegas chorus girl than a championship class female weightlifter with a black belt in karate. Many men had made the mistake of thinking she would be a pushover physically when they saw her willowy body clad in street clothes, and most of them didn't have time to think before they were stretched out on their backs with her towering over their shaken bodies.
She sighed bitterly, stepping closer to the shower's nozzle, feeling the wonderfully refreshing spray pelt her full, upright breasts ruthlessly. Showers are almost masochistic, she thought, tensing. The water was hot, its needle-like spray almost painful as it covered her naked flesh like a thousand tiny daggers. Her nipples responded immediately, becoming erect and taut, forcing her thoughts back to the pleasure she so desperately desired.
She thought how funny it was that people thought showers could kill sexual desire. For her they were incredibly stimulating. As far back as she could remember, the shower had been her favorite spot for masturbation, completely cut off from her parents watching eyes. She remembered the hundreds of times she had spent long minutes soaping her beautiful body with a washcloth, running the lathered rag over her full, sex-flushed breasts, along her flat stomach, then to her back and between the two ivory orbs of Jier buttocks into the deeply folded crevice.
Those erotic moments had been wild and staggering for her, filled with shame and yet too gratifying to be able to resist. She shuddered now as she remembered sliding the cloth through that protected little crevice until it slithered over her anus, sending blinding shocks of sexual delight through her trembling young loins.
Lost in thought, Shirley didn't realize that she was now reenacting one of those remembered masturbations. In her unhappy mind it was only a daydream, but to her hands it was an unspoken command. They were guiding the washclothe quickly over her quivering belly and awkwardly spreading her thighs. In a moment the fingers slipped between her legs, curling slowly until the rag's soft smoothness clipped gently over the puckered and hairless ring of her cringing rectum.
"AAAGGGHHH," she murmured aloud, ecstatic over the sudden pleasure she was giving herself. Unconsciously her mind wandered to an excitingly disturbing scene she had seen played out in the steam room of the gym several months before. She had taken the afternoon off to attend to business at her bank. After that was completed, Shirley took a long, leisurely drive up the coast to Los Angeles to have dinner with an old school friend. She arrived back in San Diego an hour after the gym should have closed. Restless, she decided to work out fro awhile before going home to bed.
Letting herself in, she had been surprised to find the lights still on in the steamroom, then even more shocked to hear voices there. Cursing softly, she had walked over to the room's glass-panelled door and found herself staring at one of the most erotically stimulating sights she had ever seen.
Jim Bailey, a youth who trained regularly at the gym, was sitting on one of the wooden benches, his legs spread wide apart, an expression of pure rapture on his face. In front of him, kneeling, equally naked, Shirley could see a woman sucking Jim's huge cock. She recognized the woman immediately as a middle-aged matron who had been coming to the gym only for a few weeks.
Stunned, Shirley had watched as the woman's mouth sucked hungrily up and down on Jim's penis. She could see that it was terribly exciting to Mavis Copeland to have the huge prick stuffed in her mouth. The head bobbed up and down with an obscene sucking noise while Jim called out lewd encouragement, his whole body shivering with lust.
On and on the salacious mouth-fucking went until, suddenly, Jim's body tensed, he gave a low groan of ecstasy, and his prick exploded inside Mavis Copeland's mouth, flooding that warm cavern with his pungent male juices. Mavis couldn't seem to get. enough of the salty-sweet liquids. Her hands came up to caress Jim's testicles, milking out more of the sticky cum as she gulped down the torrent that gushed into her mouth.
Stunned and repelled at the same time, Shirley watched in silent fascination as Mavis pulled her mouth away finally, her pink tongue darting into the dilated slit in the end of Jim's cock to suck out the final drops of juice there.
Then, her own cunt tingling with unsuppressed desire, Shirley had let her fingers slip down under her dress and caress her hot pussy lips there as she watched Jim Bailey stretch Mavis Copeland out on the tile floor of the steam room and plow his still-hard prick up into the screaming woman's belly and fuck her with a frenzy that shook them both.
When her orgasm came at last, Shirley left the gym without alerting the two abandoned lovers to her presence. The next morning she revoked their memberships, refunded their money, and ordered the two puzzled people never to come back to the gym. She refused to give any reason for her action, but she was clearly shaken by what she had seen.
Now, months later, she still couldn't get the obscene picture out of her mind. The thought of Jim Bailey's muscled, bronzed body flailing away at the woman's soft flesh was like a never-ending nightmare, coming back to haunt her whenever her loins tingled with lust. Standing in the shower and sensuously brushing the washrag over her clenching anus, she could imagine herself doing the same things as Mavis Copeland had done, sucking Jim's massive penis, letting him make love to her in a hundred different positions, even letting him put his mouth between her legs to devour the untapped well of juices that lay hidden there. The more she tried to force the lascivious picture from her mind the more firmly fixed it became.
The stinging spray of hot water was making her moan with sensuous delight as she ground the washrag against her anus, reaching between her legs with her right hand to draw the soft wetness forward, between her thighs and through the drenched mound of blonde pubic hairs, sending a slight electrical shock coursing through her body. The cloth teased its way between the ruffled pink lips of her pussy and brushed lightly, ever so tantalizingly lightly across her swelling clitoris. The tiny bundle of excitable nerve endings began to grow more rapidly as she imagined a hard-muscled lover's tongue slithering along its swelling length, making her moan again with lascivious delight.
Fantasy was so wonderful, so exciting, but it wasn't the same as having a real lover there in the shower with her, she knew. Another jolt of erotic electricity struck her as she brushed her soft, hair-lined slit again with the tortuously delightful cloth.
"MMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN," her voice echoed sensuously in the room as she rubbed harder, stroking her anal opening, toying lewdly with the rippled pinkness of her hair-lined pussy. "OH GOD ... OH GOD ... OH GODDDDDDDD!"
Her voice rose as she bent forward, her knees spread wide apart while she held onto the wall for support and began rubbing her aroused cunt faster and faster.
Water streamed viciously against her lush body as she bent wobbily and stroked the swollen lips of her pussy more rapidly, her mind aflame with the imagined tongue of some lusty male bodybuilder buried between her thighs. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine the expression on his face as he ate out her cunt. His eyes would be glazed with lust while his mouth sucked and searched for her clasping cuntal entrance. She was drugged by her own self-induced passion, her flesh trembling and quivering with desire, her moans coming louder and louder as she sought desperately for the overwhelming release of her orgasm.
Suddenly she was there. A boiling, whirling vortex of mad pleasure enveloped her, almost making her collapse onto the floor as spasm after spasm of hot delight coursed through her inflamed cunt and belly, sending little fingers of rippling pleasure out through her thighs, even reaching the hardened nipples which capped her succulent breasts.
When it was all over she leaned against the steamy mirrored wall for support, her breathing irregular and gasping, her huge breasts quaking from the intensity of the pleasure she felt. Looking at her image in the mirror, she could see a lust-driven female staring back at her. Her golden hair was hanging in wet strands across her face, her ripe lips were twisted and her eyes contorted with maddening gratification. She looked like the mother of all whores!
Startled, Shirley pushed herself away from the wall and quickly finished her shower, not daring to touch her throbbing cunt again. Then, filled with shame at what she had allowed herself to do, she towelled off and went into the locker room to dress.
As she slipped into clean tights and leotard, she wondered how much more of the frightening frustration she could take. It would be pure torture for her to have to be around the muscled men all day when her passions ran so intensely deep up inside her quivering cunt. The masturbatory pleasure she had given herself had only made her need for the REAL thing more pronounced. When she closed her eyes she could see dozens of faceless men around her, all of them naked, their glistening bodies surging with rippling power and passion, their hard cocks screaming out for the chance to quench the fire between her thighs.
"NO!" she cried out, hearing her voice echo around the room. She had to stop thinking about it! She had to!
It took her several minutes to regain control. When the trembling had left her, she turned and went out into the gym, walking quickly to the front door and unlocking it.
It was one minute to nine o'clock.
Mercifully, it was the end of the month, and Shirley's accountant came in to spend the day on the gym's books. Before submerging herself, in the mountains of paperwork, Shirley went over the day's schedule with Tim Dornan, Al Frizzell, and Cindy Wellington, the three trainers she employed, telling them that she didn't want to be disturbed except in case of an emergency.
Her office was at the front of the building, and there was a large window through which she could see the main gym. By ten o'clock the place was filling rapidly, and most of the equipment was in use. She tried not to look out on the sea of hard male and female flesh, but it was difficult to concentrate on the books when her inflamed mind was seething with lewd passion.
By eleven o'clock Shirley knew it was hopeless.
She sighed and pushed away the books as the accountant, a pale, pudgy man in his early fifties, looked up at her questioningly.
"Not much fun for you, is it?" he asked, pointing to the records and ledgers.
"I hate it," Shirley replied. Standing up, she smiled down at the man. "Do you think you can finish this stuff yourself? I've got a splitting headache."
"Sure, I guess so," he answered softly. "Will you be around if I have to ask any questions?"
"Yes, I'm just going out in the gym and work out a little. Sometimes it helps a headache to concentrate on something physical."
The noise and pungent aromas assailed her nostrils as soon as she stepped out of her office and into the gym. Everywhere she looked she could see muscular male bodies working out, stretching and straining, puffing in agony sometimes, as they struggled to perfect themselves.
She waved to several of the customers, then moved sensuously over to one corner of the gym, where the weight-lifting equipment was stored. A grinning young blonde-haired giant named Joe Forbes was there doing incline dumbell curls.
"Hi, Shirley," the sweating man called out to her, laying down the bells and sitting up, flexing his biceps for her benefit. "What do you think, Shirley? Are these beautiful, or what?"
"They're great, Joe," she agreed, trying not to stare down at the huge mass of male cockflesh under his bikini tights. "You still plan to enter the Mr. California preliminaries?"
"Ah, I don't know," he sighed, watching himself in the mirror. "With this damned job of mine I can only work out six or seven hours a day. I don't think I stand a chance of winning unless I can give it full time."
Shirley nodded and took her place behind the standing biceps bench. Serious bodybuilding for competition took a person's utter devotion and time. Six hours a day in training might get a man a beautiful body, but it wouldn't insure any kind of chance against men who trained twelve and fourteen hours a day.
Joe watched her work at the standing bench for a while, then move over to the heavy barbells. Seeing the beautiful gym owner pressing the bars was like watching poetry in motion. Every muscle in her agile body moved in unison, making her breasts appear even more succulent under the skin-tight leotard. Joe's cock began to tingle with excitement when she stretched out finally on an abdominal board and began lifting a series of progressively heavier dumb-bells. Her feet were encased in the stirrups at each side, forcing her to spread her legs enough apart so that the plump slit of her pussy was clearly outlined to his eyes.
"When are you going to break down and take me up on that date I've been asking for, Shirley?" he called out to her. "There's a new disco just opened up over on CALLE GRANDE. We could have a few drinks and a couple of laughs and then go to my place and ..."
He left the lewd invitation unfinished, rolling his eyes salaciousiy.
"You know my policy, Joe," Shirley said firmly, sitting up. "No hanky-panky with the customers. AND NO EXCEPTIONS!"
"Ah, have a heart, baby," Joe went on earnestly, moving closer to her, his prick throbbing with lust now, threatening to burst the tight material of his shorts. "A foxy chick like you can't be as cold-blooded as everybody around here thinks."
"Is THAT what they think?" Shirley asked coldly, wrapping a towel around her shoulders. "That I'm some kind of cold fish when it comes to men?"
His remark had hurt her deeply and she couldn't help but react. The terrible irony was that every nerve in her luscious body was screaming out silently for the very kind of wild and uninhibited sex that Joe and the rest wanted. Yet she couldn't bring herself to succumb to her desires.
"Well, some of the guys are beginning to wonder, baby," Joe went on, not realizing the effect his words were having on Shirley Masterson. "You know, how come you spend every day and night in this place? How come you won't give any of us a tumble? Shit, Shirley, you could have your choice of any dude in San Diego."
He paused, an obscene thought flickering through his none-too-bright brain.
"You're not. .. not a ... a ..." he said slyly, a stupid expression on his face.
Suddenly Shirely was enraged. She stood up, her whole body quivering with anger as she faced Joe Forbes with fire in her eyes.
"A LESBIAN?" she snarled, unable to control herself. "Is that what you and the rest of these muscle-bound morons think? Just because I don't want to spread my legs for a bunch of assholes like you, you figure I'm queer, is that it?"
Joe could see now that he had made a terrible mistake, and he backed away from the furious
Shirley, aware that most of the activity in the gym had ceased, that everyone was listening to them.
"Hey, baby, I was only joking," he mumbled, blushing hotly under her withering stare. He watched in horror as Shirley bent down and grabbed a twenty pound dumbbell and waved it under his nose menacingly. "Honest, Shirley, I don't think you're gay!"
Suddenly he felt a ringing in his ears as the dumbbell collided with the side of his head. Stars exploded behind his eyeballs and he frantically tried to cover his head with his muscular arms, backing away at the same time.
"You mother-fucking jerk!" Shirley screamed at him, assaulting his arms and shoulders with the dumbbell. "You get out of my gym, you hear me? Get out and stay out! If you ever stick your nose in here again, by God, I'll kill you!"
Tim Dornan and Al Frizzell seemed to appear out of nowhere, surrounding their employer and pushing her toward the locker room.
"Let me go, damn you!" she screamed hysterically.
"Take it easy, will you, Shirley," Tim pleaded with her, finally managing to get the dumbbell out or her hand. He dropped it onto the floor, waving away the crowd of customers who suddenly surged toward them. "Go on, you creeps, get out of here! Go on, damn it, I mean it!"
Tim and Al hustled Shirley into the room and slammed the door shut behind them. Tim wisely stood in front of the closed door.
"What happened?" he asked. "Joe Forbes tried to hit on me," Shirley snarled, still enraged by what had happened. "When I told him to fuck off he called me a lesbian! He implied that's what everyone thinks I am ... a goddamned queer!"
She suddenly gave a loud moan and began to weep hysterically, covering her flushed face with her hands as she wept. Al and Tim watched her for a moment, then put comforting arms around her shuddering frame, trying to calm her.
"Al," Tim ordered in a soft voice, looking at the other man, "you better go out and make sure that bastard Forbes is gone. Tell him for me I'll break him in two if I ever see him again! Then bring Shirley's car around to the back, will you. Oh, yeah, send Cindy in, too!"
Al Frizzell nodded and left the locker room. When he was gone, Tim increased the pressure of his arm around his employer and tried to reason with her.
"Come on, honey, stop that crying, will you," he urged, shoving a towel into her hands. Tim Dornan was in his middle fifties, a great hulk of a man who had worked for Shirley's father as well. "I'll personally see to it that Forbes don't ever bother you again. Come on, honey, don't worry about anything a creep like that says."
"He said everyone thinks I'm gay!" Shirley cried out, more bitter tears flooding her eyes and spilling down over her flushed cheeks. "Tell me the truth, Tim. Is that what everyone's saying about me behind my back?"
Cindy Wellington arrived before Tim could answer. She was a young woman about Shirley's own age, but there the resemblance ended. Where Shirley was tall and beautiful, Cindy was short, stocky, and unattractive. She had been a physical education instructor at one of the local colleges before coming to work for Shirley two years before. There was a grim expression on her face.
"Do you want me to close the gym for the rest of the day, honey?" she asked Shirley sympathetically.
"I don't know," Shirley moaned, looking at the other woman. "I made such a fool of myself. Oh God, how can I ever face anyone again!"
"Don't worry about it, honey," Cindy replied, patting her employer's shoulder comfortingly. "By tomorrow it'll all be forgotten, right, Tim?"
Tim nodded, happy that Cindy was there to help him deal with Shirley.
"I don't think we should close up, honey," he counselled. "That'll only make things worse than they already are. Why don't you just get dressed and take the rest of the day off. Al and I can handle things here."
He paused, turning to Cindy Wellington.
"You drive her home, Cindy," he said.
"No, I'm alright now," Shirley protested. "I'll drive myself home. Cindy should stay here and take care of the customers."
Shirley knew that she couldn't stay and face the leering smirks and obscene smiles of the men and women in the gym. Perhaps tomorrow she would feel differently. But for the moment she had to get away from the gym and her still seething rage. Tim shrugged and went to see about her car. "That was a shitty thing for that bastard to say to you," Cindy said in commiseration. "But that's the way most of these dudes think... IF YOU DON'T PUT OUT YOU'RE A FUCKING LESBIAN! Believe me, honey, I've had more than my share of that garbage."
Shirley swung around, staring at Cindy Wellington. It was no secret that the employee WAS gay. Cindy had made that clear when she came to work for Shirley. There was an agreement then ... one that Cindy had faithfully kept ... that the young homosexual would keep business and pleasure strictly separated. "But, you're ... you're ..." "You can say it, honey," Cindy laughed. "I'm a lez! And it's because of assholes like Joe Forbes that I am. All my life guys like that have been propositioning me. I guess they figured that an ugly duckling like me would jump at the chance to lay them. When I wouldn't, they started rumors about me being gay. I wasn't, of course, but I figured, what the hell, as long as people thought I was, I might as well try it." She laughed again, winking lewdly. "The rest is history."
Shirley blushed at the embarrassing revelation. IT MUST HAVE BEEN AWFUL FOR CINDY, she thought to herself, remembering her own outrage when she had been falsely accused of the same thing. Once again the terrible irony of the situation hit home. To have someone call her queer when she would have given anything in the world to be able to drop her pants and let some hot-blooded male bodybuilder fuck her was monstrously unjust.
"Do you think everyone believes what Joe Forbes said?" she asked nervously, afraid of the answer. "I mean about me being gay?"
Cindy shrugged.
"I don't," Cindy replied. "And I should know. Look, honey, you want some advice?"
Shirley didn't, but she nodded anyway.
"Well, you're obviously uptight about sex. My guess is that you want to swing, but that you're afraid for some reason. Okay, that's normal enough, but you don't want it to get the best of you. I suggest that you get in your car and go out and find the first available man who's reasonably clean and under fifty. Go to bed with him and get it all out of your system."
"You can't be serious!" Shirley protested hotly, blushing again. "Let some stranger make love to me?"
"Like the saying goes, honey, once he screws you he won't BE a stranger!"
"I couldn't! I just couldn't!"
"Suit yourself," Cindy said quietly, wonderingjf there WAS something a little kinky in Shirley's personality. "Look, I'd better get back to the gym. You sure you won't want me to drive you home?"
"Thanks, I can make it," Shirley replied.
She watched until Cindy disappeared through the locker room door. Then, with a great sense of depression settling over her like a huge black cloud, she went out the back door to where her car sat.
As she drove home, Cindy's obscene words kept ringing in her ears. The girl's suggestion had been horrible, too salacious even to think about. She couldn't just hop in bed with any man. Yet what choice did she have in view of her determination not to sleep with bodybuilders or to get involved with them in any way? The pain-filled memories of her parents' broken marriage were a constant reminder that those relationships were fraught with unhappiness.
She parked her car in her space behind the luxury apartment building where she lived. The building sat high atop a bluff overlooking the Pacific, a view Shirley loved. She was in no mood to enjoy the view this afternoon, however, and she quickly locked herself inside the apartment and went directly to the liquor cabinet, pouring herself a large Scotch and quickly tossing it down.
The alcohol warmed her stomach, but didn't ease the pain she felt inside. Pouring another,, she stripped off her clothing and stood in the middle of the room stark naked.
"You fool, you little fool!" she told herself aloud, wondering what kind of stupidity it was that allowed her to be so unhappy. She could have any man she wanted with a snap of her fingers. No male could resist the succulent flesh, the voluptuous breasts, the warm damp spot down between her thighs.
MAYBE CINDY IS RIGHT, she told herself, already feeling a little dizzy from the two strong drinks. MAYBE I SHOULD GO OUT AND GET LAID AND GET IT OVER WITH! It would be sweet vengeance to go out and find a man, then take him back to the gym and let him fuck her in front of the whole damned crowd there. They'd have to take back all those rotten things they'd been thinking and saying about her then! No one could ever call her a lesbian after that!
She was cursing aloud as she picked up the bottle and went into the bedroom.
Chapter Two
It was just getting dark outside when Shirley awoke with the pounding hangover. Groaning, she rolled over in bed and tried to focus her reddened eyes on the clock. The luminous dials told her that it was seven twenty-five. She groaned again, sitting up, almost retching when she saw the empty whiskey bottle on the bedside table.
Until today, Shirley hadn't consumed more than a pint of whiskey. She kept a selection for her infrequent guests, but alcohol was as alien to her body as rich and fattening foods.
Oh damned! she murmured silently, stumbling toward the bathroom on leaden and trembling legs, wondering if she were going to make it before her stomach erupted in a torrent of vomit.
When she emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later she was ashen-faced and shuddering from the horrible experience of her first hangover. Her stomach was churning wildly, hardly able to keep down the aspirins she had taken.
The black coffee and super protein yogurt she ate didn't seem to help either. Every nerve in her lush young body seemed to be screaming in outrage at the abuse to which she had subjected herself.
It was even worse when she went into the bedroom to dress, forcing herself to stare at the haggard image in the mirror. Dark circles rimmed her bloodshot eyes, and her cheeks seemed strangely hollow.
WHY IN GOD'S NAME DID I DO IT? she asked herself, steadying her body against the dresser as she pulled on a tank-top and shorts, then slipped her feet into a pair of Mexican sandals. Even the roots of her hair hurt when she ran a comb through the strands of silken fur and tied it in a ponytail. A quick assault with a power-puff repaired most of the ravages to her features.
She locked the apartment and went down to her car, remembering the tales her father told about his first gym ... nothing more than a sobering up place for well-heeled drunks, really. "Lots of cold water and a steam room, honey," he had laughed. "That's the only cure for a hangover!"
Well, she had a steamroom of her own at the gym, and she. would force herself to drink buckets of icy water if that would help. Only one thing mattered now ... getting rid of the savage pounding in her head!
It was almost eight-thirty when she pulled into her parking space in front of the gym. There were still lights on in the building, but the only car in sight belonged to Tim Dornan.
"I didn't expect to see you back here today, honey," Tim said in surprise when she walked in and found him tidying up. Mercifully, there were no customers still around to revel in her misery. "Is anything wrong?"
"No, everything's fine, Tim," she said, trying to make her voice sound normal. "I just decided to come over and work out for a while. You go on home. I'll lock up."
Tim didn't look entirely satisfied with Shirley's explanation, but he shrugged and nodded, happy at the chance to get away a few minutes early for a change.
"Okay, honey, I'll see you tomorrow, huh?"
"Of course," she answered, desperately anxious for him to leave so that she couJd be alone with her suffering.
He had already changed into his street clothes, and in a moment he was gone, waving as he went out the front door.
Shirley waited for the sound of his car's engine to start, then the wide sweep of its headlights as Tim pulled out into traffic.
By now her discomfort was acute. Moving quickly over to the steamroom, she twisted the valve on the outside wall which activated the steam. In a moment clouds of billowing vapor were swirling around in the empty room. She set the thermostat high, knowing that desperate measures were required if she was to recover from the terrible hangover.
It took only a few seconds to strip off her shorts and tank-top. Dropping them to the floor, she quickly pulled open the door and moved inside the room, choking as her lungs were assailed by the damp heat.
Several discarded towels lay on the wooden benches. Shirley spread them out and lay down as the perspiration began to pour off her shivering body. Before long she was bathed in the pungent sweat, her trembling flesh glistening invitingly under the bright overhead light.
Then, when she began to feel a little better, when the butterflies in her stomach had started to go away, when the tortuous headache lessened, she felt her trembling fingers slipping down over the flat plane of her stomach and come to rest in the dampness of her pubic mound. The tips of her fingers swirled lightly through the trailing tendrils of silken floss, the pressure increasing as her breathing grew more rapid.
Once again her lust-inflamed mind was full of pornographic images of herself and some faceless man. She could see herself surrendering to the man's tongue as he knelt in front of her and gently licked up and down the plump furrow, tenderly probing for the swelling erectness of her awakening clitoris beneath the ruffled folds of her cunt.
Slowly, tantalizingly, her fingers slid further down until they were gliding obscenely along her pussy-slit, making her gasp quietly as the flames of desire raced through her shuddering body as they had done that morning in the shower.
She knew exactly what she had to do!
Danny Robinson was delighted when he pulled into the parking lot in front of the gym and saw that the lights were still on inside.
He had left the gym an hour before, driving all the way home before discovering that his wallet was missing. It had been a pain in the ass for him to have to come all the way back, he knew, but he hadn't been training at the gym long enough to know whether the employees there were honest enough to turn it in if they found it
He eased his huge body out of the car and went toward the front door, pausing only long enough to admire his reflection in the front window.
What he saw pleased him.
At twenty-nine, Danny was a real contender for the Mr. Universe title. Years of non-stop training had left his massive body finely tuned, every muscle and sinew perfectly proportioned on his six-foot, three-inch frame, with not a spare ounce of fat included in his two hundred and twenty-five pounds.
He had arrived in San Diego only a few weeks before from his home in Chicago, knowing that Southern California was where the real bodybuilding action was. Other areas had trainers and gyms just as fine, of course, but no other place afforded the opportunity to see the competition in action every day.
His savings would allow him at least two years to prepare himself for breaking into the major ranks of bodybuilders. Danny was determined not to fail.
Finding MASTERSON'S GYM had been a real stroke of luck. Not only were the rates much cheaper than in some of the flashier places in San Diego. The equipment and personnel there suited him perfectly, especially Shirley Masterson.
Danny couldn't believe his eyes when he walked into the gym for the first time and saw the tall, willowy blonde owner. She was the kind of woman he'd dreamed of all his life. It wasn't only the physical perfection and beauty, though, that attracted him to Shirley. He'd met females just as sexy and desirable. What really turned Danny on to Shirley was that her devotion to bodybuilding was every bit as fanatical as his own. The stunning blonde made it clear that she was interested in nothing else, that every waking moment was devoted to helping her customers build the quintessential form. Nothing else mattered, not her social life, a home, a family!
He had been in the gym earlier in the day and witnessed the savage confrontation between Shirley and Joe Forbes. Afterwards he'd listened to the other bodybuilders snicker and make their obscene jokes about Shirley not turning on to men. Each of the men had his own story of how Shirley had put them in their place when they'd suggested going to bed with her. Many still had bruises on their bodies and egos to show for their troubles.
Danny had been furious, almost coming to blows with several of the men. If Shirley really was a dyke, well, that was a real waste, but it was HER business, not anyone else's! Still, his huge cock tingled with fiery desire every time he thought about her lush, powerful body and the delights that lay down between her limber thighs ... pleasures that awaited the first man with guts enough to take what he wanted.
He pushed open the glass door to the gym and went inside, surprised to find the place empty. He hesitated for a moment and then went into the men's locker room. The wallet was, as he had suspected, lying on the top shelf of the locker. He stuffed it into his trouser's pocket and went back out into the main gym, once again puzzled by the fact that no one was there.
"Anybody here?" he called out loudly.
There was no reply.
It seemed strange that everyone would leave without turning off the lights or locking up. Danny was about to check out in back of the building, thinking that Tim or one of the other employees might be emptying the trash.
Suddenly he realized that steam was billowing up in the steamroom. SO THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE HIDING, he thought, moving rapidly toward the other end of the gym.
His eyes widened in shock when he saw Shirley stretched out on the wooden bench, her gleaming pink flesh in stark contrast to the white towels she had spread out there, her fingers strumming erotically at her gaping cunt!
Oh damned! he said silently, his eyes riveted to the lust-inciting spectacle he was watching. His prick began to harden immediately, pushing at the front of his trousers, straining the material there. sending fingers of hot arousal racing through him.
Through the glass he could see the long legs spread apart as Shirley rubbed her passion-filled cunt faster and faster. Her succulent breasts were heaving up and down, her cherry-hued nipples taut and inviting.
In a moment his own fingers were playing out an erotic tattoo on the hardness at his groin, joining Shirley in the exciting masturbatory exercise as his breathing quickened. Danny had never seen anything so fascinating in his life.
Suddenly he couldn't control himself any longer.
One of the most beautiful and desirable women in the world was stretched out on the bench in the steam room, her passions obviously at a fever-pitch, her luscious cunt all hot and wet and waiting for him. There might never be another opportunity like this for him. He had to get to Shirley before she climaxed! He quickly discarded his clothing, freeing his mammoth cock, allowing it to sway back and forth as it jutted out from his hair-covered groin.
There was no time to waste!
"Hi, Shirley," he said in a choked voice as he pushed open the door to the steamroom and stepped inside.
"W-w-waht...?" was all she could say as he stood there, his huge throbbing cock jerking slowly up and down while her fingers were momentarily frozen between the open lips of her sex-scented cunt.
"That's no way to get it off, baby," he chuckled lewdly, moving closer to her, his eyes feasting upon the succulent flesh that was displayed before him. "How about me giving you some of the real thing?"
"G-g-get out of here!" she screamed, sitting up, her eyes flashing with embarrassment and anger as they took in the hard-muscled body and the wickedly swaying male cock that was so close. The huge organ was thick and reddish and long, bigger than anything she had ever seen before. Swaying slowly, gently back and forth, it was like a cobra, beckoning her to touch, ready to strike! The thick, engorged head was almost purple, and the tiny verticle slit on the end was slowly oozing out a drop of clear semen with each powerful pulse that rippled through the threatening phallus.
The confused woman was torn between the desire to scream for help, and the wild and irrational desire to reach out and touch that lasciviously wicked demon jutting out from the base of his flat stomach.
"How in the hell did you get in here?" she cried out, her terror more overwhelming than her sexual temptation. "Get out, get out right now!"
She jumped up from the bench and tried to run for the door. Danny blocked it, planting his massive body in front of her so that there was no means of escape.
"Hey, baby, what's the matter?" he asked in that same hoarse voice, more determined than ever now that he would get the pleasure he so badly needed. "Look, you obviously need a man to help you get it off. How come you want to be playing with yourself when you could have any dude you wanted?"
Her whole body was burning with shame as she stared at him. Could this really be happening? she wondered, or was it just an alcoholic nightmare? All of her adult life she had been thristing for an exciting moment like this. Now, when confronted with reality, she was shaking and trembling like a virginal teenager about to be raped.
"Please, Danny, you don't know what you're doing," she pleaded pitifully, trying to fight down the waves of excruciating lust that were sweeping through her at the sight of his hard-muscled body and the gigantic male rod that jerked wildly at his loins. "Let me out of here and I'll forget the whole thing. Please, Danny, it wasn't the way it looked to you!"
"Like hell it wasn't!" Danny chuckled, stalking her like a wounded animal. "You want me, baby, and I want you. What else is there to say?"
Shirley suddenly shrieked and made another dash for the door.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Danny cried out, lunging after her and grabbing her roughly by the arm.
"LET GO OF ME!" she wailed, swinging around and striking him with all the strength she possessed. Her blows landed solidly on his face and chest, but Danny only laughed them off and pulled her struggling body closer to his own. "STOP IT! STOP ITTTTTTTT!"
She wriggled fiercely as she felt her naked flesh being drawn against the warm of his. Her nipples were now pressing against his hairy chest, her plum pubic mound quivering as she felt the obscene heat of his hard male pole digging into her stomach.
"I didn't believe that shit that guy tried to lay on you this morning, Shirley," Danny grunted, holding her tightly with one powerful hand while the fingers of the other swept up and down her shuddering, naked back. "You're no lesbian ... you just need a real man to turn you on! Come on, baby, let's fuck!"
Suddenly Shirley tore one arm free and slapped him across the face with a resounding blow that left a glowing red mark on the astonished man's face.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he shouted fiercely. "YOU GODDAMNED LITTLE BITCH!"
The sudden blow made his lust-inflamed brain seethe with rage. She was making a fool out of him, just like she had made a fool of the other customers who'd tried to fuck her. Maybe they were right, he thought angrily. Maybe she was just a damned little prick-tease who got her jollies turning guys on and then telling them to fuck off!
He groaned as he felt another blow to the face. Her fist had drawn, blood this time. Danny could taste the warm, salty fluid oozing out of the corner of his mouth.
Snarling, he picked her up as easily as he would press a hundred pound barbell, holding her cruelly by the ankles and neck, displaying her proudly to an unseen audience, chuckling at how easily he had overpowered her.
But Shirley wasn't done yet.
As soon as he brought her down to the wooden bench she struck. There was a blazing flash of arms and legs, then incredible pain for Danny. It was as if he were being attacked by a troop of whirling Dervishes, all of them lashing out at him at the same time.
Stunned, he retreated a few feet and tried to clear his reeling brain of the pain she had inflicted upon him. Shirley was standing by the bench in a karate pose, her beautiful legs bent, her rigid fingers extended out from her sides, the left hand slightly more forward than the other.
Her beautiful face was contorted with rage, her eyes alive with a savage hatred of him. In the struggle her hair had come undone and was now plastered about her face.
"Don't you touch me again, you dirty mother-fucker!" she screamed at him, saliva flying out of the corners of her clenched mouth.
Danny was past caring now. Hexwanted revenge for the way she had physically assaulted him, and he wanted it now! He tensed, his muscles rippling with power. Suddenly he threw himself forward, his arms wrapping around the startled girl's body, holding her tightly as his superior weight forced her down onto the floor.
He could hear her shrieks of outrage, feel her fighting and kicking, sense the determination that drove Shirley to resist him.
He didn't care!
All that mattered was that he show the beautiful temptress who was boss, that he assert his own manhood! She had made a fool of him and she was going to pay for it!
The distraught blonde shuddered as she felt the cold concrete floor against her naked back, then the heavy weight pressing down atop her. She resisted furiously when he began to cover her face and neck with harsh kisses as she screamed in protest.
Danny began lewdly grinding his hips into her madly twisting belly. His long thick cock was huge and hot, pulsating and jerking like a snake against her own naked flesh.
"NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!" she wailed, hating him, disgusted by what he was doing.
Crudely he pressed his lewdly questing mouth atop hers to shut off the outraged shrieks of horror. Forcing her now tightly clenched mouth apart, he suddenly rammed his rigidly searching tongue deep into her mouth, twisting and rotating it, causing Shirley to gag violently. Still pinning her down, he snaked his hand up between their tightly pressed bodies and began to squeeze her magnificent breasts in his powerful hands.
The firm mounds and their deep pink areolas quivered under his fingers, then burst into life when he moved his hard wet mouth down to the pliant mounds and began to suck hungrily, biting her nipples in the process.
Shirley's mind was reeling with mixture of horror and desire. The touch of the warm mouth on her sensual flesh, denied her so long, sent spasms of inflamed arousal surging through her twisting body. She felt she could never get enough of the hot wetness that was turning her into a jellied mass of passionate desire. She moaned wildly, wanting him to continue and stop at the same time.
Danny was deaf to her confused cries, his hard, muscular body crushing down on her frame, pinning her helplessly to the floor while his lips greedily pulled and sucked on her golden flesh.
Wave after wave of unbearable shame flowed through Shirley's pinioned body as the full force of what was happening struck her. This hadn't been what she wanted! She wanted love and tenderness, not rape! Yet she couldn't deny the flashes of pleasure that made every part of her beautiful body tingle with lust
Could she stop him now? she wondered.
Did she WANT to stop him?
Danny was taking an almost sadistic pleasure in the torment he was inflicting upon the terrified woman. His hungrily sucking lips slid smoothly from her quivering young breasts down to the flesh of her stomach.
"I'M GOING TO SUCK THAT CUNT OF YOURS, BITCH!" he snarled, his eyes glazed with intense lust.
"NO! PLEASE, DANNY, NOOOOOOO!" she groaned.
In most of her more recent erotic fantasies that was just what her lovers did. All she had to do was to lay quietly on the hard floor and let his tongue slide up between her thighs to the moistly quivering secret spot there. Was that so horrible? she wondered. She could still stop him before he went further, before he plunged his hard, hot cock up into her pussy and pumped out his lust. Why not let him suck you? a nagging voice in the back of her confused brain urged. Go ahead, it won't kill you to feel a man's worshipping tongue on your cunt!
Totally humiliated by her weakness and by the conflicting thoughts that drove her to the brink of hysteria, Shirley could only lay there helplessly while Danny stared in lust at her ripe nakedness.
He grasped her tightly clenched legs and roughly forced them apart so that the moist pink flesh of her slit was revealed to his lust-crazed eyes. Then, with a low guttural snarl, he lowered himself, spreading the soft, hair-fringed lips of her pussy with his thumbs. Then, while Shirley groaned in humiliation and desire, he buried his face in her widely-exposed pussy, flicking out his wetly hardened tongue and running it down the full length of the warmly perfumed cuntal split.
The shock of the sudden action made Shirley jerk back involuntarily. She tried to squeeze her legs together, knowing that this was madness, that she couldn't let him lick her pussy without going far beyond that obscene act.
"OPEN 'EM UP, DAMN YOU!" Danny ordered. roughly pulling her trembling thighs apart again. "YOU WANT IT, BABY, I KNOW YOU DO!"
Once again his tongue slid up and down her cringing cuntal flesh, each wetly licking stroke sending stabs of shame and humiliation through Shirley's tortured body. The hotly questing mouth soon found the fleshy bud of her little clitoris and, with lusty relish, he began to suck and bite on the inflamed flesh, sending new shivers of heated lust racing through Shirley's helpless organ. Her pelvis began to grind upward in rhythm with the insistent thrust of his tongue, and the little penis-like organ grew harder and more beautifully sensitive from the furious oral probing.
Suddenly she felt a deep sense of revulsion spreading through her. She was acting like a whore! A damned gutter slut! No one was going to share the pleasures of her body unless she allowed them that rapture! And she certainly hadn't given Danny Robinson permission to manhandle and assault her!
Her hands flew down to his hair and she pulled at it viciously, almost ripping the strands from his scalp in her determination to be free. When that didn't work, she balled her fists and slammed them against his face, not caring if she killed him.
Danny howled in pain and pulled away from her, fury mounting in him.
"You goddamned bitch!" he spat out. "You want to play rough, huh? Okay, it's time you learned what it's like to be fucked by a REAL man!"
Crudely he gripped her throat with one hand while he seized the massive shaft of his cock with the other and leered down at her.
"HERE IT COMES, BITCH!"
The lovely woman flailed wildly about on the floor, trying desperately to escape before he strangled her. Her lush young body was flushed and glistening with sweat The sight of her so nakedly vulnerable and defenseless, her legs spread wide, the moist pink furrow of her exposed cunt nestled in the tangle of her pubic hair drove Danny wild with lust.
The heated furrow between her thighs seemed to contract under his desire-maddened gaze. Suddenly, without any warning, he jammed the outstretched finger of his free hand harshly into the entrance of her cringing pussy.
"NOOOOOOO!" Shirley screamed, her inner cuntal walls contracting desperately against the unwanted intruder.
"Shut up!" Danny growled in a voice hoarse with lust.
Almost unconsciously, his free hand found the hairy sac of his testicles which throbbed and burned between his legs, aching for release. His cock, long and thick, was engorged with blood, making the cord-like veins stand out in sharp relief from the pulsing, purplish column. Relentlessly he twisted his finger, burrowing deeper into her pain-filled cunt Her resistance only inflamed him more, making him feel like a satyr, filling him with potency and the ability to kindle the flames of desire within Shirley whether she wanted him or not.
Suddenly he withdrew his finger from the tightness of her pussy and, grabbing her roughly by the arms, pulled her up, forcing her over to the bench. Shirley cowered in front of him, knowing that she had met her match in this handsome hulk of a man. He was like a madman, she thought, as he towered over her, stroking his massive balls and thickly throbbing prick. His distended organ looked huge and frightening, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Despite her horror and revulsion, she was hypnotized by the sheer bulk of it.
"LAY DOWN THERE AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS, CUNT," Danny commanded hoarsely. "Because I'm going to give you the fucking of your life! And when I'm done, you're going to be begging for more."
Mesmerized, Shirley did as she was told. The bench was wide enough for her to stretch out in comfort, her legs splayed wide apart.
Grinning obscenely, his eyes glazed with lust, Danny moved toward her, still stroking the long, blue-veined column of his prick. Seizing one of her hands in an iron grip, he shoved it between her legs, forcing her to touch his hotly pulsating genitals. Her nostrils caught a faint musky aroma of his masculinity as he manipulated her hand up and down over the hard rubbery surface.
The touch of her hand around the heavily throbbing hardness of his prick was driving Danny wild. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let himself savor the tingling flashes of pleasure that surged through him, making him tremble with excitement
It was a mistake.
Shirley was seized with a sudden flash of outrage. Taking advantage of his momentary vulnerability, she let her hand slide down his prick and then, with a vicious movement, she grabbed his balls and gave a murderous twist
Danny screamed in anguish, slapping her sharply, knocking her head down against the bench and almost rendering her unconscious.
"You little cunt!" he snarled. "I'll teach you to pull a trick like that on me!"
He grabbed her roughly by the throat again at the same time as he stretched out on the bench atop her. Fitting his lust-swollen cock against her cringing pussy, he gave one hard, ramming motion, shoving the massively pulsating organ deep up into her belly.
His bloated rod was so thick that she felt as though a telephone pole had been shoved up inside her pain-filled cunt t
"AAAAAAAIHEEEEEE!" she screeched, struggling fiercely against his hard body. But every movement only forced the torturously invading shaft deeper up into her frantically resisting cuntal sheath.
Letting go of her throat, Danny brought his hands up under her struggling body, prying her tightly clenched buttocks apart with the palms of his hands. Powerless to resist, Shirley cringed as his fingers began to teasingly explore the full length of the moistened furrow up between her smoothly rounded asscheeks.
"You ever been ass-fucked, honey?" he grunted obscenely.
"No . .. noooooooo!" she cried out as the sharp tip of his middle finger began to prove the tiny entrance to her sensitive anal passage. Her cries were suddenly cut off as Danny grinned and pressed his mouth hard against hers.
The strange feeling of his hands back there, where no one had ever touched her before, had a strange effect on Shirley. The sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. In fact, it was tantalizing, and she suddenly realized that she had to make a determined effort to keep from grinding her body down against the invading finger which was moving in time with the piston-like rhythm of his long hard cock.
Oh God! what's happening to me, her mind screamed. I can't let him do this! She dug her nails into his massive shoulders, struggling with all her might to fight down the quivering sensations that spiraied through the lower part of her body. His cock was ramming her like a burning sword, widening her tender cuntal channel against her will, ripping along the interior and slamming like a sledgehammer against the sensitive tip of her cervix.
Then, his body shaking with lust, Danny pressed his hand tightly against her buttocks and shoved his middle finger brutally all the way up inside her tightly clenched rectum, and Shirley's body was convulsed with a wild, searing pain.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed, pulling her mouth away from his. "I CAN'T STAND IT! OH GOD, YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!"
"You'll get to like it," he answered, burying his face in her neck and kissing her so hard that he raised a welt on her naked skin. He wanted to hurt her, to subjugate the beautiful woman to his own will, to make her cry out for him.
Sadistically he drove his lust-thickened hardness into her cunt even harder, twisting his finger at the same time, driving it deeper into her painfully stretched rectum. Then, laughing lewdly, he began sucking and biting harshly on the soft, spongy flesh of her ripe breasts.
The beautiful blonde felt every area of her body suddenly assaulted with a curious mixture of pleasure and pain. From somewhere in the pit of her stomach, wildly exciting waves of rapture began to wash over her, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, until her whole naked body was trembling and writhing out of control. She had never felt anything so excruciatingly intense in her whole life, and she began to moan involuntarily.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH .... I CAN'T STAND IT ... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE," she babbled incoherently, her hands trembling in futile gestures to push him away.
"Like hell you can't!" Danny snarled, slamming his cock into her cunt again and again, with increasing fury.
Suddenly Shirley's body seemed to explode. She found herself moving in unison with Danny's body, clawing at his back, bucking up furiously into every hammer-like stroke of his thickly pistoning cock.
"YES . . . YESSSSSSS ..." she moaned, twisting her wanton body against him. She felt like an unleashed demon, consumed with only one desire ... to take him as far up into her hungrily clasping cunt as she could, to force him to release the long suppressed passion that she had denied herself for so long.
As soon as he heard her passionate screams for more, Danny began to fuck in earnest, each driving thrust bringing another gasp of ecstasy from Shirley's lips. She had to bite her tongue to keep from shrieking out every obscene word she had ever heard. Shirley could no longer focus her eyes on his beautiful body, only clutch desperately at him and pray that this rapture would never end.
"GET THOSE LONG, BEAUTIFUL LEGS UP AND WRAP THEM AROUND ME, HONEY, CAUSE I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU RIGHT INTO THE GODDAMNED FLOOR!" DANNY GASPED.
Shirley complied readily, wrapping her legs around his lower back and holding him, squirming her luscious body up to meet his demanding strokes, feeling his rampaging cock splitting her into a million pieces of wild and joyous pleasure with each thunderous thrust.
She was screwing her tautly-muscled asscheeks down against his finger at the same time, loving the way she was impaled that way. Feeling like a rutting animal, her frantically clenching cunt made a tight and pleasurable sleeve for his gigantic rod, filling them both with an unbearable delight.
Danny began to fuck her with a new frenzy, panting, driving deep with cock and finger while her hands clawed at his back and her legs held him tightly. A deep, low groan began far down in his throat and his cock became a lust-incited machine as it plunged and retreated with a fury that left them both out of control.
"FUCK ME! SCREW ME, YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD, YOU!" she wailed, her screams of joy echoing around the small room as she sank her sharp white teeth into the muscles of his shoulder, tasting the saltiness of his perspiring skin in her frantically sucking mouth.
Suddenly he couldn't hold back any longer. Hot male sperm gushed up through his balls with an incredible flood of sweet release, spewing into her hot, wet pussy. Explosion after explosion shot up into her now-frenzied cunt.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screeched, her wetly pulsating cunt convulsed with uncontrollable spasms as she felt her first real orgasm overwhelm her. What pleasure she had given herself with her fingers was as nothing compared to this ecstasy of extraordinary sensations that were blowing her apart.
The wanton woman had no idea how long the powerful spasms of pure delight continued. It was as if she were one huge ball of fiery pleasure. Every nerve in her body screamed out for more and more of this maddening joy.
After what seemed like an eternity, Danny slipped his finger and his gradually softening cock out of her sperm-flooded cunt. Her eyes were still closed, but they flew open at this sudden deprivation of pleasure.
"NO... DON'T STOP YET!" she wailed, locking her ankles around his back and holding him to her writhing body.
"It's not over yet, honey," Danny chuckled, feeling smug and triumphant. "But I've got to go and lock that damned front door so that we can keep a little privacy. You just lay there and relax for a minute, baby. I'll be right back!"
Shirley watched his beautiful body disappear out the door. She was still too stunned by the force and intensity of her wanton pleasure to be able to think straight. She had been literally raped, yet here she was pleading with her attacker for more!
The violent episode had left her shaken to the very depths of her soul. Only one thing was certain in her reeling mind-NEVER AGAIN WOULD SHE DENY HERSELF THE ECSTASY THAT DANNY HAD GIVEN HER!
Chapter Three
"You ready for some more action, baby?" Danny asked when he returned to the steamroom. He tossed aside the towel he had wrapped around his middle, letting Shirley see that his massive prick had started to harden again.
"We've got to talk first, Danny," she nodded, patting the place beside her on the bench. "Come on, sit down here."
He sat down, spreading his long legs out in front of him, letting his huge prick dangle obscenely against one well-muscled thigh as he looked at her with amusement in his dark eyes.
"Look, Danny," Shirley began nervously, hardly able to keep her hands off the beautiful length of male meat, "I want you to understand something. What happened tonight was, well, it's never happened to me before. I don't want you to think that I go around laying every pea-brained muscle man who uses the gym."
"Hey, I never thought that for a moment," Danny grinned, letting his hand drop down into her lap. His fingers slowly insinuated themselves between her perspiring thighs, curling sensuously in the gooey well of her cunt and sending shivers of anticipation throughout Shirley's body. "I figured you for a chick who just didn't know how great sex could be. Am I right?"
She nodded, blushing with embarrassment at how quickly he had read her. She felt her clitoris starting to pulsate insistently under Danny's expert finger massage.
"You're the only man who's ever satisfied me, Danny," she whispered. "There've been a couple of others, but they didn't do a thing for me. Tonight was something I've always dreamed about."
"For me, too," the handsome man assured her. "I've been to bed with lots of broads ... all types, shapes, and sizes. You wouldn't believe how a set of muscles make a chick want to flop down and spread her legs for you! But they were only cunts. You're something special, baby."
Shirley blushed again, wondering if she was any different from the women he was talking about. It was muscles that turned her on, too.
The more he played with her cunt, the harder his prick had become. It jutted out from the bottom of his stomach like a barber pole, all glistening from her pussy juices, the thick veins pumping fresh hot blood through the massive shaft.
"Did you ever go down on a guy, Shirley?" Danny asked slyly, increasing the pressure of his fingers in her swampy cuntal trench.
"I wouldn't do anything like that!" she protested hotly. "At least, not with just ANYONE."
"How about giving ME a blow job, honey," Danny urged. "I really dig getting sucked. Man, it's the best feeling in the whole world to have a nice hot mouth working on my joint."
The thought of putting her mouth over the end of Danny's cock and sucking out the delicious juices there suddenly excited her. She remembered watching that other woman sucking prick in this same stream room, the cries of ecstasy she had heard, the hungry way the woman's mouth slipped up and down on the massive rod as if it were the most beautiful and delicious piece of meat on earth.
She nodded hesitantly, afraid that she would appear too anxious and make Danny think she was lying about not ever giving head before. He had begun to rub her naked cunt faster and harder, increasing the aching sensation between her thighs. Shirley groaned, spreading her legs a little further apart to give him greater access to the damply heated slit there, running her eyes over his body at the same time. He was so muscular and virile, so absolutely beautiful!
She reached for the throbbing hardness, wanting to feel it again before she took it into her mouth and let him spew his fresh seed far down her gulping throat.
"Hey, not so fast, honey," he grinned lewdly. "It's better if you take your time... you know, kiss me ail over and get me good and hot before you start to suck me."
"Show me what you want, Danny," Shirley whispered in a lust-charged voice. "I want it to be good for you."
He drew her mouth to his and they kissed deeply for a long time, tongues sucking and dueling. His hands raced through the dilated, excited folds of her pussy-ftesh, searching and probing, making her passions rise to a fever pitch.
When he pulled his mouth away from hers, Shirley slipped off the bench and knelt before him. Leaning closer, she began to plant feather-light kisses down his neck and across the heavily muscles shoulders to the deep chest. Her tongue flickered tantalizingly over his flesh, making lewd little circles as it passed, and she was rewarded by a quickening of his breath, and the feel of his powerful fingers caressing her back and shoulders, working over the glistening flesh as they had done a few moments before to her inflamed cunt.
When her hand finally touched his cock again she realized that it had grown too large for her fingers to encircle it. She smiled as she stroked it slowly, continuing to lick him, wondering how she would ever manage to get her mouth around the amazing thickness.
"Why don't you get up here on the bench with me, baby?" she heard Danny urging her. "That way I can play with your pussy while you give me head."
Shirley wasted no time in getting into the position he suggested. She straddled his body, looking down at his pulsating cock, her own buttocks pointed back at his face.
"MMMMMMMNNNNNNNNN," she groaned when she felt his gentle fingers slipping up to her tingling pussy, probing inside her gaping slit to sensuously massage the coral-hued inner flesh and then her wildly throbbing clitoris. "OH, DARLING, THAT FEELS SO GOOD."
She dropped her head down, letting her mouth trail slowly over his hard belly to the light fringe of pubic hair that surrounded his magnificent cock. Holding his prick in one hand, she kissed along the length of his leg to his knee, then up the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh, bringing groans of rapture from Danny. Her tongue left every inch of him glistening wet with her saliva.
When she reached his scrotum, her tongue licked across it, causing Danny to open his legs wider to give her easy reach of his genitals. With her hand she slowly pumped the thickening hardness of his cock while she drew first one, then the other of his testicles into her mouth, sucking gently on them until he was trembling in frantic anticipation.
Shirley shifted her position until she was holding his rigid shaft before her wetly parted lips. Then, slowly, agonizingly for him, she let her mouth trail along it, nipping lightly with her teeth, making him gasp with delight.
"Don't worry, honey, I won't bite you," she laughed. "I'm going to suck you, just like ! promised."
The pressure of his fingers in her swollen pussy-lips increased, and Shirley heard him calling out to her to lower her cunt down over his face so he could suck her at the same time. She shook her head, wanting to savor all of her pleasures through her mouth this time, not wanting the distraction of having his tongue thrusting into her damply quivering pussy and spoling this first blow job.
Holding his stiff rod by the base, she carefully peeled back the tender foreskin. The blood-engorged knob beckoned her hypnotically, and for the first time she realized how huge it had become. She was certain now that she couldn't take this monstrous thing all the way into her mouth.
Still, she had promised, and she would give it her best.
She raised her head and looked around at Danny for a moment, sliding her tongue over her lips, wetting them as much as possible, then forming a soft red 'O' with her mouth.
When she turned around again, she leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock, her tongue flicking a drop of oozing liquid from the tiny hole in the end. It was almost tasteless. She held the immense staff with two fingers and began to brush it back and forth over her parted lips, letting her tongue lick at it gently. Then she moved around to the heated sides of the shaft, licking at the sensitive under-ridge as Danny began to thrust up from the bed, "Ready?" she asked salaciousiy.
She heard him grunt an excited, albeit incoherent, reply.
She opened her mouth wide and tried to engulf his lust-engorged cock, but there seemed to be just too much. No matter how she worked her head around it, she couldn't get it inside.
Bending over again, she began to lick the turgid rod and coat it with her saliva. When it was glistening obscenely, she tried again to get it into her mouth. She forced her jaws to relax as she worked her lips wildly over the thickly swollen knob. Then, as her head dipped, Danny thrust his pelvis upward, driving the huge rod into her mouth. For a moment she thought she would choke, but it quickly became easier for her. Her tongue worked around the immense shaft, wetting it, so that with each swiveling and bobbing of her head she was taking more of him into her mouth.
She was unable to breathe through her mouth, so she rapidly adjusted to taking in air through her nostrils. Danny's prick filled her lips so tightly that -with every movement of her head they had to stretch to accommodate the pulsing mass of male meat. Saliva was running down her throat and she swallowed it. Then her jaws relaxed even more, allowing her to begin a steady bobbing, sucking, tongue-swirling rhythm as her free hand squeezed his testicles gently.
OH, THAT FEELS GREAT, HONEY," Danny called out in encouragement, moving his pelvis up and down in time with her lewd rhythm. "SUCK IT, BABY, SUCK IT GOOD FOR ME!"
Shirley bent to her task eagerly, wanting to bring him to completion, yet wanting him to stay between her eagerly sucking lips for as long as possible. The hardness, the heat, the urgency she felt with her lips and tongue were bringing her to an orgasm of her own. She rose higher and higher, experimenting with just how far she could drive her yearning mouth up and down this sweet, iron-hard symbol of masculinity.
If she could have done so, she would have swallowed his cock. As it was, she could only bury her nose against the tufted mass of pubic hair, listening to him groan and react with wild rapture.
She lost time of how long she drove her ravenous mouth up and down the gigantic prick, but she finally realized that Danny was fast approaching his climax.
When he finally tensed and began to growl, she knew the time had come.
He screwed his prick deep up into her mouth, so deep that the head of his pistoning cock was ramming wildly against her tonsils.
Then he was suddenly bigger than ever. There was a bunching of the huge muscle between her gulping lips, and he began to squirt his hot, thick cum into her mouth. It seemed like each jetting surge alone was enough to fill the moist oral cavern, and she had to choke it down for the load to follow.
Her lips compressed tightly around the thickly jerking shaft, drawing deeply on it, swinging her head from side to side to increase the pleasure for him as her tongue lashed frantically on the jetting knob.
The white-hot male juices cascaded down her tender throat, bringing an immediate response from up between her trembling thighs. Quickly she began waving her naked buttocks back and forth over his face, signalling him that she wanted him to go to work on her steaming cunt again.
Danny sensed the message and jammed his fingers up into the gooey slit, hastening the desperate contractions deep within her wildly churning belly.
Unable to cry out because of the male meat filling her throat, Shirley could only groan to express her rapture as the unbearable thrills of her orgasm wracked her willowy body.
It seemed that Danny would never stop coming. But eventually the powerful spurts slackened, then ceased altogether. She didn't let go of the treasure between her lips, continuing to suck and lick more slowly so as to give him all the pleasure possible.
Finally, she had to let go of the deflating cock. She sighed and let it slip from her mouth, slowly bringing her luscious body around until she was stretched out atop him on the bench.
"I didn't think I could do it," she whispered, licking a few strings of sticky come off her lips. "I thought it was too big."
"It was terrific, honey," Danny grinned, patting her rump with his hand. "You give the best head I've ever had."
"Really? You're not just saying that?"
"Hell no!" he replied emphatically. "But the next time you'll have to let me go down on you at the same time. That's a real trip!"
"I can hardly wait," she murmured, chuckling lewdly as she squirmed her naked body closer to his hard-muscled chest.
"You won't have to wait long, baby," Danny said with a soft sigh, running his tongue around her swollen lips. "Not long at all!"
Shirley didn't arrive at the gym until long past noon the next day. Her whole body was still glowing from the frantic lovemaking she and Danny had enjoyed ... first at the gym, then back in her apartment. They hadn't fallen asleep until it was light outside.
The exhausted bodybuilder was still sleeping soundly back at the apartment when Shirley walked sheepishly into the gym.
"Good morning, boss," Tim Dornan said sarcastically, winking at her. "I thought you said you'd be here bright and early?"
She just laughed, waving off any further questions. The office was empty, the monthly reports the accountant had completed the day before on her desk, waiting for her inspection and signature.
The stunning blonde sat down behind the small desk and looked out over the gym. If any of the male or female customers had stopped their workouts when she came in it wasn't apparent now. They were all busily huffing and puffing and doing their best to torture their bodies into greater perfection.
Cindy Wellington looked up from the women's exercise class she was conducting at the side of the gym and waved to Shirley, smiling crookedly.
Waving back, Shirley turned her attention to the reports in front of her. It took only a few minutes to go through the whole stack. The figures cheered her. The business was comfortably in the black, and the mortgage on the building would soon be paid off. Beside the financial statements were the weekly checks for bills and salaries. She signed them rapidly, pushing them finally aside and relaxing in her comfortable chair.
So much had happened since the day before that she was still in a state of shock. Not only had she broken her own cardinal rule ... that against getting involved sexually with customers ... but even worse, she knew now that every male in the gym was going to be fair game for her.
Danny Robinson was a sweet kid, but not even HIS insatiable lusts could satisfy her now. She wanted variety and plenty of it! The furious lovemaking of the night before had only whetted her appetite for new and even more salacious experiences.
Looking out at the dozen or so beautiful male bodies working out in the gym, she tried to imagine what each one of them would be like in bed. How great it would be to have them all lined up, she thought, to have them fuck me one after the other until I'm screaming for mercy! The erotic thought made her cunt go all creamy and begin to ache with an unbearable desire. She wanted them all ... every last one of them. Especially the ones who had been in the gym yesterday to hear Joe Forbes' ridiculous accusations against her. She'd even like to see that hulking moron now. She'd soon put him straight as to her sexuality!
Her pussy was burning with desire now. She crossed her legs, applying pressure to the roaring inferno there, pressing the squirming slit down hard against the seat of her chair to gain some measure of relief that way. It's too bad that damned window is there, she thought obscenely. I'd lock the damned office door and masturbate right here and now!
Suddenly a wildly exciting thought occurred to her: Why not pick out the best looking of the customers and invite him to stay that evening after the gym had closed? She would have to be discreet, of course, and she would have to make up some plausible excuse for not seeing Danny again that night.
As soon as the idea struck her, Shirley began looking at the men in the gym again, trying to pick out a likely looking object for her seduction. Her gaze lingered on several of the men, her eyes searching the massive bulges under their tights for a good candidate. She quickly rejected most of them, concentrating finally on a youth named Josh Williams.
Josh was standing in profile to her, working out on the heavy bars. Every time he pressed one of the bars she could see the bulging outline of his genitals jut out proudly. Licking her lips with lust, she ran her gaze up and down his magnificent body, trying to remember everything she could about Josh.
The blonde giant was in his early twenties, a veteran of Vietnam, fairly bright, and generally amiable to her. Josh seemed to have no ambition to enter competition, wanting only to develop his body to the fullest extent for some private purpose.
Shirley had always liked the boy, and she decided now that he would be her next lover. Now that the decision had been made, she allowed herself the rapturuous luxury of slipping one slender hand down into her lap and running the fingers over her cloth-covered pussy.
She shivered with delight as an intense spasm of pure animal pleasure shook her after a few minutes of the frantic caresses. Blushing, she looked up to see if anyone outside the off ice had noticed what she was doing.
No one seemed to have done so.
Sighing with relief, her cunt still burning with desire, she stood up and smiled lasciviously to herself, already planning what she and Josh would be doing in a few hours.
Then, still smiling, she went out of the office and toward the locker room. There was only one thing that could quiet the raging fire down between her quivering thighs, and since that wasn't available to her at the moment, she would have to sublimate her heated arousal with good hard exercise.
She was looking forward to it.
"What's up, Shirley?" Josh Williams asked, sitting across one of the training mats from the beautiful gym owner. "I mean, why did you want me to stay over tonight?"
Josh looked so genuinely puzzled that Shirley wanted to burst out laughing at his naivete. It was obvious that the boy really had no idea of what was in her lust-crazed mind.
Well, she would soon turn that around.
She smiled coyly, stretching out flat on her back and lifting her lovely long legs straight up in the air, giving him a good view of her leotard-covered crotch and the succulent slit that lay beneath the thin material. She began doing a leg scissors, just in case he missed the point.
"I just thought we should get better acquainted," she answered, arching her proud young breasts up so that the succulent mounds would be clearly visible to the youth. "You've been coming to the gym for almost a year now, and we've never really talked, have we?"
"No, I guess not," Josh said, shaking his head. trying to concentrate on Shirley's words rather than on the exciting sight of her crotch as her legs moved back and forth. Every time the long stems came apart, he could see the plump mound of her pussy, indented by the erotic slit that lay nestled there. He gulped, wanting to pull his eyes away for fear of offending her, not able to deny himself that pleasure.
Suddenly the exercise ended and she sat up, crossing her legs in front of herself demurely, noting with approval that the front of Josh's tights were beginning to show signs of the hardening bulge underneath the thin material.
"Do you like me. Josh?" she asked impulsively, leaning closer. She had especially worn a low-cut leotard for his benefit. When she moved forward, the swollen mounds came together, increasing the exciting cleavage, clearly outlining her rubbery nipples.
"Like you?" he repeated, shaking his head again as if he couldn't understand any of what she was saying to him. "Sure, I like you, Shirley. Everybody thinks you're great... just like one of the guys."
He could see immediately that that had been the wrong thing to say. Her eyes flashed dangerously, and her lips came together in a hard line as she remembered Joe Forbes' lurid words of the day before.
"I didn't mean it THAT," he said quickly, blushing to cover his embarrassment at the poor choice of words. "I just meant that we all think you're... you're... oh, hell, Shirley, you know what I mean."
"Don't you ever think of me as a woman?" she demanded, ignoring his discomfort. "Haven't you ever wondered what I'd be like in BED?"
The question clearly shocked Josh, but he recovered quickly.
"Sure, everybody who trains here wonders about that," he admitted. "But, we all know how you feel about guys hitting on you, Shirley. And Tim Dornan said we couldn't come here and train anymore if we gave you any problems."
"Oh, he did, did he?" Shirley snapped. "We'll, for your information. Josh, Tim isn't running this place OR my life! I want to know what YOU think of me. Josh. For instance, would you like to make love to me?"
"HELL YES!" he almost shouted. "You mean it, Shirley? You'd really let me make out with you?"
There was no longer any question about the state of Josh's desire. His cock was hammering at the material of his tights, throbbing and pulsating wildly as he twisted around on the mat.
"I might, honey," she giggled seductively, crossing her legs again. The ache in her cunt was growing more intense now, the tingling in her nipples more pronounced. Suddenly she was tired of the game. She wanted action, and she wanted it now. "Stand up and take off your tights!"
The order was so unexpected that Josh was on his feet before he could help himself. He blushed a deep red as his fingers began tugging at the elastic band of the tights.
Seeing his hesitation, Shirley repeated the order.
"Go on, take them off. I want to see what kind of equipment you've got. Josh."
In a moment the tights were lying at his fee. He was still blushing as he stood there and let her inspect his genitals. His cock jerked up against his hairless belly, all stiff and virile and beautiful to her excited eyes. She could hardly keep from touching it, but she forced herself to remain seated on the mat.
"It's not bad," she lied slyly, comparing the lust-engorged shaft with Danny's magnificent tool, not finding it wanting in any way. His sexual maturity was another matter, however. Josh was behaving like a schoolboy. He seemed not to know how to treat a hot-blooded female who was throwing herself at him. Maybe he was just the bashful type, she mused, the kind who finds it hard to make the first move. "How many girls have you fucked, Josh? Tell me the truth."
From the way he blushed and stammered at the question, Shirley suspected the worst. It seemed incredible to her that someone as handsome and virile as Josh could have little or no sexual experience.
"I, uh, that is, I ..." he mumbled, trying to pull his embarrassed eyes away from Shirley's smirking face, twisting his body in shame. " .. .I've never fooled around much with girls," he finally admitted. "I was a puny little runt until I got out of the Army and started training. All the girls used to laugh at me. After that, well, I was too busy working out and things . .."
He let the sentence trail off, acutely humiliated by the shameful admission.
It was her turn to be shocked.
"For God's sake. Josh," she said incredulously. "A handsome dude like you should have chicks falling all over him. Haven't you seen how some of the gals who work out here look at you? I mean, wow, they watch that beautiful body of yours like they'd jump at the chance to lay you."
"I know," he said unhappily, burning with torment. "But I just never got over being afraid they'd laugh at me if they know how little experience I've had."
"I wouldn't laugh at you. Josh," she whispered up at him, her own desire almost out of control now. "Why don't you try making love to me?"
Again he swallowed nervously, shifting his weight on his feet. "I wouldn't even know where to begin," he said, his eyes running over Shirley's lush young body. He was frightened and eager at the same time, desperate to take advantage of her erotic offer, yet afraid of failure.
"You could start by kissing me."
Nervously he dropped back down onto the mat and kissed her lips cautiously. She opened her mouth, breathing hotly into his oral cavern, thrusting her tongue against his, dueling hotly with it.
"Don't be afraid to use your hands, too. Josh," she whispered, pulling her mouth away for a moment as she forced him down onto the training mat. "Touch me Wherever you want, I won't mind."
Again there was an instant hesitation on his part. Then his hands, which had hung limply at his sides during the kiss, moved suddenly to her body, roving forcefully over the smooth contours of her back, down the fine line of her spine, then rapidly up beneath her arms to the sides of Shirley's heaving breasts.
Moaning, she squirmed wantonly against his heated flesh, fitting her steaming vaginal mound to the gigantic shaft of his cock so that she could feel his male hardness prodding at her lust-filled loins beneath the leotard and tights she wore. Her own hands moved over the long, sinewy muscles of his athletic body.
Suddenly, Josh's hands seemed to go mad. He tore at her leotard, his fingers fumbling eagerly, his breath coming in hoarse, strained gasps. In desperation, unable to rip the shoulder straps apart, he groaned, flailing away at them with his powerful fingers.
Shirley cried out from the sharp pain, then moaned with pleasure as he managed to get one of her voluptuous breasts free and began to maul the succulent mound. It was with genuine reluctance that she pushed his hands away after a few moments of this erotic bliss.
"Easy, honey," she urged him, trying to catch her breath. "We've plenty of time. Undress me slowly. Enjoy yourself."
"He drew back from her, hanging his head sheepishly, the embarrassment returning.
"I'm sorry," he croaked. "I TOLD you I wasn't very good at this."
"Don't worry about that, honey," she whispered. "I'll teach you. Come on, take my things off."
His eyes darted hungrily up and down the beautiful length of her body. He moved toward her again, his bashfulness swept away by her soothing words and his own raging desire. When his hands touched her this time they were gentle.
She dropped her hands to her sides and let him pull the offending shoulders straps off her creamy shoulders. The material came away easily now, sliding down over her flawlessly defined torso, exposing her reddened breasts. Her nipples tingled from the sudden exposure to the cool air of the gym, swelling quickly to sharp points.
With the leotard hanging down around her middle, Josh dropped his hands to the arched, globular mounds, caressing them in wonder, cupping them so that the palms of his hands caused a tantalizing friction on the sensitive pink tips.
"Kiss them, honey," she moaned, stretching out on her back and arching them up to his lust-fevered lips.
He leaned forward, his hands sliding aside and beneath her arms as he touched his lips to one of the hardened nipples, sending shivers of heated passion through her whole lovely body.
"SUCK IT, she moaned. "TAKE IT IN YOUR MOUTH AND SUCK IT FOR ME."
He needed no further urging. Greedily he fastened his lips like a suction cup around the tingling breast, filling his mouth with it, his tongue flicking wildly over the tip and causing Shirley's body to writhe madly under the intense, blinding pleasure. After a few moments he moved his head to the other breasts and repeated the performance, driving her desire to an even more urgent pitch. At last he drew his head back, looking down at the beautiful mounds, the nipples wet and glistening with the saliva from his mouth.
"Take the rest of my clothes off."
His hands moved to do her bidding. His fingers fumbled as they peeled the leotard down around her flaring pelvis and ripely curbed hips as she wriggled up at him sensuously.
Josh couldn't believe his good luck as he inserted his huge thumbs into the elastic waistband of her thights, pulling them down her slender thighs and beautifully-shaped legs. His eyes bulged when they finally feasted upon the golden triangle of pubic hair and the shadowy crack of her cunt only partially hidden by the silken curls.
He hesitated for a split second and then fell into her arms. Shirley felt her breasts being mashed mercilessly by the hard lean muscles of his chest, felt the hardness of his manhood prod threateningly at her crotch, felt it slide up her quivering belly toward her desire-crazed pussy. An instant later he was trying to roll atop her, his massive prick throbbing and jerking craziiy against her thighs. Madly he kissed her on the lips, his hands kneading at her breasts, then moving wildly down the sensitive burning flesh to her belly, between her half-parted thighs, brushing deliciously over her glistening hard clitoris. He moved his lips from her mouth, again covering one of her breasts, now sucking it ravenously so that her whole body was contorted with the wanton longing that engulfed her.
When his finger touched the slit of her cunt again, her hips jerked suddenly upward, feeling the sharp, knifing pleasure. "Put it in," she moaned, almost delirious with rapture. "For God's sake, put it in!"
He probed experimentally, parting the pink, juice-coated lips of her cunt with his middle finger, spreading the flooding moisture outwards into the softly lining curls of her pubic hair. Then, in a swift motion, he flicked his finger into the tight, slippery folds. Her body stiffened and jerked upwards again. A wail flew from her lips.
For a moment Josh thought that he had hurt Shirley. He hesitated, increasing her frustration.
"NO, YOU'RE NOT HURTING ME, DARLING," she cried out. "PUT IT IN DEEPER!"
Reassured, he again shoved the finger to the secopd knuckle, burying it deeply in the tight, warm crevice. The finger was as large as most men's cocks, she thought lewdly, feeling it twisting and turning in the liquid depths of her pussy. She thrust her pelvis back and forth, up and down, undulating wantonly in erotic response to his maddening fingering.
His lips moved from her breasts, lower, tracing a trail of fire on her tingling, demanding flesh. She moaned and sobbed, her hands running wildly through his hair. At her navel he paused, his tongue flicking curiously into it. Then he raised his head, gazing toward the beckoning fur of her pubic hair.
"What is it, honey?" she called out to him. "Why did you stop kissing me?"
"It sounds crazy," he mumbled, his breathing strained and comin in hard gasps.
"You want to kiss my pussy, don't you? You want to shove your tongue up inside my cunt?"
"It seems so weird, but I DO want to."
"Sucking my pussy isn't dirty," she told him. "Go on. Josh, it's one of the most beautiful things you can do."
"Then I want to do it," he cried out, unable to control his passions.
His head moved down her body toward her undulating loins. The finger slipped wetly out of her cunt, left her sending stabs of frustration throughout her being. She gave out with a tortured sob, but at the last moment as she felt his lips brush into the sensitive almost ticklish hair of her cunt, she caught his head and stopped him, tugging him desperately upwards.
"Save that for later, please," she moaned. "After you've fucked me the first time."
He looked at her with a curious disbelief, as if he found that prospect somewhat appalling. Then he seemed to forget any anxieties he might have about that and concentrate completely on the invitation for the present. He slid suddenly back up her body, lowering himself between her widely parted thighs. Shirley slipped her hands between them and explored his taut lower abdomen until her fingers found the hard pulsating object of her search.
A moan of dread and fear escaped her as she felt the true size of his cock for the first time. She thought it must have grown more than another inch in length since he'd first removed his shorts and jock strap, and it had increased in diameter as well. For a nervous, fluttering instant she wondered if she would be able to take it, wondered if it would not rip her tender body apart at the seams. Then her hesitation retreated. She had to have it. The desire that welled in her smothered the fear. No matter how much it hurt and stretched her succulent, tight cunt she had to have it in her. Nothing short of being fucked crazy by his virile young cock would satiate her now and she knew it.
With a sob of resignation and anticipation, Shirley guided the smooth rubbery head and the long hot shaft toward her hungrily pleading cuntal lips. Above her, the youth grunted, his lean sinewy body trembling as though with one last agony of growth.
"Easy," she whispered, gritting her teeth in readiness as she parted the soft resilient strands of her pussy hair with the tip and slipped the head of his penis between the slick fleshy folds of her cunt.
A knife-like stabbing shot through her body and she cried out, again causing Josh to tense and hesitate. For a moment she thought he was going to pull completely out of her, and she grabbed his hips and held his body firmly to her own. Though relief from the pain of the intrusion might have been welcome, her bleary mind sensed that the frustration of the loss would be even more terrible.
"Just take it easy," she gasped again. "Fuck it up into me easy and slow, all the way down to your balls."
"Her body stiffened and she gave out with another abandoned cry as Josh thrust again, gently but firmly. She felt another sharp stab of pain, then a faint easing as the fluids poured forth, lubricating the tight inner walls and allowing the excitedly hardened shaft to worm its way slowly inward, inward until at last a heaving sigh escaped her and her body relaxed, sinking down on the mattress, and the pain began to fade.
"AAAGGGHHH," he moaned in her ear, sagging on her and flexing his enormous young penis so that a tremor went through the body prone beneath him. "It feels so warm and set around it I don't know if I can even move."
"Then don't for a minute," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Get used to it."
They both lay still for what must have been a full sixty seconds, the only sound their harsh heavy breathing. Then together they began to move, at first subtle, almost imperceptible gestures of their bodies, slight sniffings of their hips. Josh's flexing of the virile young penis within her. Gradually the movements became more overt. Shirley punctuated the shifting sounds of their bodies with soft, distant sounding moans of ecstasy. Josh braced himself on his arms, panting loudly as a winded dog, and began to lunge back and forth, piercing her with new stabs of indistinguishable pain and pleasure.
Gradually he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, lengthening the strokes until he was driving all the way up into the bottom depths of her cunt, racking her body until she cried out deliriously and entwined her leg tightly about him. Then far too soon for Shirley, an abrupt alteration in his movements signaled her he was going to cum.
"NO, WAIT!" she screamed in desperation, her legs kicking wildly in the air, her hands clawing at his back.
He froze upon her, his body trembling. "I DON'T THINK I CAN HOLD IT," he gasped. "I JUST CAN'T!"
Shirley's mind raced madly. She'd half expected this would be the case. A young guy who had never possessed a woman couldn't be expected to summon the control demanded of a man, but she'd presumed he'd be eager and excited enough to fuck more than once. But what if he couldn't? What if the premature ejaculation and her eager demands that followed embarrassed him to the extent that he couldn't manage another erection immediately? She knew she couldn't stand that with her own maddening desire at the furious pitch she'd reached. But she thought there was one fool proof method of taking his first jets of semen into her and still insuring that his magnificent young cock would be hard for the second. Shirley was almost certain the act of cumming in a woman's mouth would be for this naive youth far more exciting than satiating. With a little luck he'd be hotter when he finished than he had been when he started.
"Get off," she gasped, shoving him away.
Reluctantly he withdrew. With a soft cry of frustration, Shirley urged him over onto his back. She turned on her side toward him, reaching out with her hand and softly stroking his cock, entwining her fingers around it and beginning to move the tightly stretched skin slowly up and down. But the gnawing in her own loins was almost more than she could bear. She knew she had to have something to appease her own craving while she was waiting. Suddenly she shifted about on the bed, kneeling to extend her firm buttocks toward him, almost the same position as when she'd sucked Danny and gotten her first orgasm.
"PUT YOUR FINGER IN MY PUSSY," she moaned. "FINGER FUCK ME WHILE I SUCK YOU."
With an eager groan the young man complied. Shirley sighed at the mild relief ana" dropped her face toward his hardness, suddenly flicking her tongue forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny glans on the end. He sucked in his breath from the sudden contact. Another groan issued from his lips. Shirley brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the sensitive head in the warm, moist pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
"OOOHHHH!" he groaned, shoving his finger deeper into the wet, tormented walls of her cunt.
She twitched her hips wildly, looking down her nose at the hard, glistening shaft, still wet from the juices of her own cunt, watching it inch slowly and deeply into her tightly locked mouth. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down.
In a matter of moments Shirley felt the first throbbing reaction of coming orgasm and began to suck harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the taut, resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. She shifted her position slightly, kneeling lower into his crotch and taking in as much of the giant shaft as her mouth would hold. She slid a hand under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, and she felt him intensify the probings of his finger in her cunt. Her tongue swiped round and round the growing gland furiously until she knew it was reaching the bursting point. Obsessed, she continued the maddening sucking.
He arched his back off the bed, pushing even deeper into her mouth. Greedily, her lips clung to the thrusting cock. He groaned over and over and over again as if in complete bewilderment of the sensations she evoked with the gentle manipulations of her lips and tongue. Suddenly she heard him gasp. The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as the hot sticky young sperm began its surge from the sanctity of his balls and began spewing in hot thin streams up into her ravenously sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes of his fresh tasting young virility. She went on with the wild sucking even as he'd emptied of the hot white sperm. Sporadically she coughed and gurgled, swallowing it to regain her breath. Slowly his cock deflated in her mouth, but then she continued licking until it was dry.
At last she raised her head, rocking back on her hips until she was in a sitting position beside him, her parted buttocks resting on his hand. With satisfaction she watched the young cock stir and begin to grow again.
But even after it had become erect, standing up like a tall palm out of his light colored pubic hair, it didn't seem to have the monstrous proportions it had assumed before. She wanted all of it at its best, every inch of its incredible length and diameter. She wanted the tearing pain of it as much as she wanted the pleasure.
Slowly, Shirley settled onto her own back. She could wait if she had something to occupy her in the meantime. She looked at Josh through her watery, narrowed eyes.
"Now it's your turn to lick me, darling."
Shirley spread her thighs wide, arching her hips and undulating them in lewd erotic invitation as, wide-eyed. Josh lowered his face toward her loins. He kissed her lightly at the crest of her pubic mound, then without further delay sank his lips onto her tingling bud of a clitoris, sucking it up between his teeth gently, sending ripples of longing to course through her already desire-crazed body.
"Move down," she gasped. "Kneel between my legs so you can get to it."
He shifted his body to comply and Shirley parted her thighs even wider. The first touch of his tongue on her dripping nether lips was like the last of a whip that stung her to a sudden greater pitch of alertness. She cried out deliriously, her hands brushing down over the flesh of her own breasts and stomach, grasping his head to hold him to her gyrating loins. His tongue flicked cautiously along the juicy slit, then suddenly probed deep into the tight warm hole. She cried again, her hips jerking furiously. She lifted her thighs and squeezed them tight around his ears as if she wanted to swallow his whole head into her burning depths. She felt his hands slide beneath her hips, his fingers digging into the vibrant flesh of her buttocks, pulling her loins even more fully against his face.
"PUT YOUR FINGER IN MY ASSHOLE," she wailed desperately, instinct commanding her voice.
At this he also momentarily hesitated, but her contined delirious cries overcame his natural reticence. Suddenly and with no preparation he shoved the middle finger of one of his hands swiftly to the second joint into the tight, puckered hole of her anus.
"AAAAAGH!" she wailed, her hips contorting from the violent, unexpected agony.
But in his own renewed lust Josh was past considerations of mercy. Relentlessly he shoved the finger onward, deeper until she felt his knuckle mash the cushion of flesh that was the crack between her churning buttocks. In a delayed reflex, she felt her tight rectal walls give way or lubricate, she didn't know which. The pain subsided slightly and mingled with the pleasure of his tongue ravishing her vagina.
Then she felt his penis brush lightly against her leg and she knew it had resumed its full proportion. With a delirious wail she put her hands beneath his arms, jerking him upward. With reluctance he yielded to the pressure. With a last maddening flick his tongue slipped from her spasming pussy, flicked her swollen clitoris, and was gone. Twitching wildly, she tugged him onto her, seizing his hips and guiding him too rapidly down between her thighs, jerking her own hips up in abandon. She felt the giant member brush the lips of her vagina, then slide downward. Too late, she realized what was happening as the stabbing, unbearable pain caused a shudder to rack her whole body, tears to flood her eyes, an ear-piercing scream to burst in an instant full blown from her lips.
Kicking frantically, she shoved up on his pelvis, at the same time retreating her own hips down into the softness of the mattress.
"Wrong h-hole," she managed to gasp.
Her anus had not had time to contract after the sudden removal of his finger and his badly-aimed cock, brushing over the slick lips of her vagina, had picked up enough of the lubricating moisture to allow it to penetrate almost half way into the depths of her tight, sensitive rectum. It had been too sudden and the pain had seemed more than she could bear. But oddly, as the youth hastily withdrew, the rubbery walls had seemed to cling tightly, as if unwilling to relinquish the unwelcome treasure that had penetrated them, and as Shirley felt the pain disappear, she thought she had almost strangely missed it.
But then, as the twenty-one-year-old thrust again and she felt the smooth rubbery head of his cock slide between her vaginal lips, then slip smoothly along the straight slippery sheath of her cunt, she forgot that. She screamed again in wild abandon, but this time from the sheer pleasure of the rushing she felt begin immediately deep inside her. She threw her arms tightly about the youth, squirming her breasts against him, her hands clawing madly at his back. Shirley sobbed and cried, the tears flooding in torrents from her eyes. She jerked upward violently several quick times in succession, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at the penis that filled them with uncanny dexterity, the velvety vaginal walls spasming madly. Her legs went suddenly limp, and with a fainting moan she dropped her arms from his back. Her heart pounded wildly as she felt the waves of passion flood her body, as she felt herself drifting in the strange, unbelievable whirlwind of the release.
She was only half aware of the feeling of the young man's fresh virile cum spewing hotly into her. Out of it, she closed her eyes and let her body relax and float as if on a distant, vaporous breeze. She was still except for the involuntary tremors that drifted like gentle wind gusts through her sweat-filmed nakedness.
It was long after midnight when they finished the frantic orgy. By that time Josh was exhausted, his hard-muscled body stretched out on the mat and unable to move from the furious lovemaking.
Shirley was tired, too, but she was bathed with the warm glow of complete and total sexual gratification. Every inch of her flesh was relaxed and happy, her mind reeling from the delicious pleasure he had given her.
Finally, it was time to leave the gym and the wildly erotic memories it held for both of them. Shirley sighed and got up, picking up her discarded tights and leotard and moving toward the locker room.
"Come on, honey," she called out over her shoulder to Josh. "Let's take a quick shower and then split, okay?"
He got up reluctantly, his tired body moving slowly toward her, his massive cock limp and useless now, swaying lewdly against his muscled thigh.
Chapter Four
The next few days were an exciting whirlwind of madening sexual pleasure for Shirley as she sought to make up for all the lost years of erotic denial. Josh quickly became an expert lover under her demanding tutelage, driving his muscular body to the torrid limits she set for him in her quest for sexual gratification.
Almost every night she and the youth would act out their lusty orgies in the gym after closing time. On those nights when she wasn't with Josh, she and Danny fucked into the early morning hours in her apartment.
She knew it was a dangerous game trying to keep both hot-blooded males from finding out her relationship with the other, but she couldn't control the fiery need to have them both at her beck and call.
Danny was sullen on those nights when she couldn't see him, suspecting the worst, certain that Shirley had another lover. His ego was too fragile to enable him to share the succulent blonde with any other male. Finally, when Shirley came home from an evening of passion with Josh at the gym, she found Danny waiting for her outside her apartment.
"Where you been?" he asked accusingly, his face contorted with jealousy.
Shirley was furious, but she held her temper until they were inside the apartment and out of hearing of her neighbors. Once the door was closed behind her, however, she turned to him with a savage expression of outrage on her lovely face.
"You bastard!" she snarled. "You dirty bastard! How dare you come sneaking around here and demanding ANYTHING of me? It's none of your goddamned business where I was, is that clearly understood?"
Danny knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he couldn't help himself. Shirley's anger only made him more daring.
"Like hell it isn't," he hissed. "It's almost two o'clock! I want to know where you were. Have you been playing around with that kid Josh Williams? How come you keep him there at night after the gym closes?"
"Where in the hell did you find out about Josh?" she demanded.
"Everybody at the gym is talking about you and him and your SPECIAL sessions at night," Danny growled, trying to grab her arm and pull Shirley closer to him, rewarded for hjs efforts by her slashing fingernails along his cheek.
"OOOOWWWWWWWW!" he cried out, stepping away. "Damn it, Shirley, I want to know the truth. Have you baen fucking around, with that kid?"
The beautiful blonde knew it was time to set the record straight.
"All right, Danny," she said with a cynical smile, facing him down. "For your information. Josh HAS been fucking me. I've got a good hot load of his come up inside my pussy right now! Does that satisfy you?"
For a moment Danny looked as if he would break into tears. As soon as the shocked expression left his handsome face, it was replaced by one of horrible self-pity.
"How could you?" he asked in a choked whisper, his face contorted with jealousy. "I thought you and I had an understand ... that you got all the screwing you needed from me?"
She felt a twinge of pity for the hulking man, but it quickly left her. No one man could satisfy the desperate ache she had down between her legs, and no man was going to tell her how to run her life.
"Listen, you moron," she sneered. "Just because I let you screw me doesn't mean you OWN me! I don't mind spreading my legs for you, Danny, you're a pretty good piece of ass. But you can fuck off if you think you're going to tell me what to do!"
The anguished giant suddenly dropped to his knees and pressed his face against Shirley's stomach, wrapping his arms around her thighs and holding her tightly as he poured out his unhappiness.
"Please, Shirley, don't even THINK such a thing," he moaned. "I need you, baby ... I'd go crazy if you stopped seeing me!"
The pressure of his hot cheek against her throbbing cunt was sending tingles of awakening pleasure coursing through her loins. It had been less than an hour since Josh Williams had pumped his last heated load of juicy male cum up into her quivering pussy, but her luscious slit was as ready for action again as it had ever been.
Suddenly a maddeningly obscene thought struck her. Josh's sperm was still up inside her cunt. WHAT A TRIP IT WOULD BE TO MAKE THE INSANELY JEALOUS DANNY ROBINSON GO DOWN ON HER AND SUCK OUT THE STEAMING SPERM OF HIS RIVAL!
Her juicy slit began to throb more intensely at the lewd idea. It would serve the bastard right, she thought, feeling her pelvis beginning to move in barely perceptible circles against Danny's cheek. He's had no right to come here and demand any explanations from her. She could make him pay for his damned impertinence in a way he'd never forget!
"MMMMMMMNNNNNN," she moaned, letting her hands come down to tangle in Danny's curl hair. "Better stop that before I get horny," she chided him, her voice lust-charged and dripping with salacious promise.
His answer was to tighten the grip of his strong fingers on her thighs, pulling and massaging the creamy flesh without mercy as he buried his face more deeply against her pulsating cuntal mound. Suddenly his hands slipped lower, grasping the hem of her mini-skirt and pulling it up over her deliciously flaring hips.
"DO YOU WANT TO SUCK ME, DANNY?" she asked in a hoarse voice. "DO YOU WANT TO STICK THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS UP INSIDE MY PUSSY AND CLEAN ME OUT?"
The bodybuilder was beside himself with passion, so caught up in the excitement of the moment that he could only nod his head and pray that he could make her change her mind about Josh Williams. That she could want anyone besides him fucking her was a terrible blow to the hard-muscled man.
Grasping her thin white panties, he wrenched them down over Shirley's flaring hips. She pulled her legs apart and stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Her thighs slid open, exposing the furry muff and the dilated pink lips of her cunt to his lust-maddened eyes. With a sigh of desire, he lunged down, pressing his heated and reddened face against her naked cunt.
"GO ON, SUCK ME," she coaxed lewdly, holding his head between her hands, guiding it quickly to the ripe split between her legs.
Danny inhaled the musky aroma of her juicy pussy, his sense of shame building as he realized that he was smelling Josh William's spicy cum as well as Shirley's own delicious juices. He wanted to pull his head away and tell her to go to hell, but he couldn't. All that he could do was to submit to this indignity and hope for the best.
He dared not look up at her sneering smile as he used his tongue to tantalize her gaping trench. He licked heatedly, sponging down the entire triangle of her plump pussymound. The raspy edge of his tongue pulled across her tender cunt flesh, and he licked and sucked on her fleecy pubic hairs, trying to give her pleasure.
"THAT'S IT, HONEY, SUCK IT GOOD," she murmured, swinging her pelvis back and forth in rhythm to the obscene mouth fucking.
He worked his tongue in circles, then probed the narrow entrance between her dilated and fluttering cuntal lips. The twin coral-hued petals of flesh slid apart easily under the insistent pressure, and he could taste a thick, oily fluid dribbling and oozing down from the velvety walls of her pussy.
He realized" that he was tasting Josh's male semen, but there was nothing he could do except endure this terrible humiliation. If he stopped now, Shirley would probably send him away and never sleep with him again.
With trembling fingers he rubbed agains her puffy flaps, gripping them as gently as he could. When he had a good grip on them ... for they were now becoming more sticky as the obscene liquid gushed out ... he began to tease them apart.
He kept his tongue in place as he peeled her cuntal lips wide, baring the flesh of her vulva and the inner set of drooping pink flaps which formed a little covering for her clitoris. The tiny little love-bud was still soft and unawakened, hooded with a fold of vaginal tissue.
The instant his lips tickled the end of it, the flesh slid back and it came alive. His tongue curled around it and he felt her shudder in ecstasy.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she squealed, increasing the pressure of her pelvis against his face. "YOU'RE GOOD, DANNY, REALLY GOOD!"
Moved by her words, Danny lashed out repeatedly, licking and slobbering over Shirley's tender and inflamed clitoris. More and more of the hated male sap drooled down the glistening folds of her wet cunt. The succulent inner flesh seemed to swell and expand, widening for the insertion of his tongue which would come soon.
Again and again he lashed his tongue, pushing it down until it had slipped into her pussy, licking along the throbbing walls. The smooth fleshy cavern embraced the raspy spear, clenching and nipping, holding it there for the maximum pleasure it gave her.
She was shrieking incoherently above him, her whole lower body twisting and writhing out of control, her lust at a fever pitch as the kneeling man licked and sucked and slobbered over every inch of the fiery flesh.
"EAT ME! SUCK ME! OH, I'M GOING TO CUM ... I'M GOING TO CREAM!"
Suddenly her cunt exploded in a volcanic spasm of pure animal joy. Her fingers dug into Danny's ears, holding him tightly up against the wildly twisting pussy flesh, demanding that he give her even more pleasure. Torrents of her steaming juices poured down around his tongue, forcing him to gulp down the fiery liquids even as more and more flooded down the fibrillating walls of, her velvety slit.
When it was over, when she had milked out every last rapturous sensation, she pushed Danny away roughly, glaring down at him.
"Now get your ass out of here," she ordered harshly. "And don't you come back until I give you permission!"
Shocked, he continued to kneel there in front of her, his eyes searching her beautiful face for any sign of sympathy or understanding. There was none.
"Shirely, don't do this to me!" he begged. "Let me stay the night at least?"
She was tempted, looking down at the state of his agitated cock flesh under his tight trousers. But she had to teach him a lesson. It would be hard on both of them, she knew, but it would be better in the long run. Her plans didn't include having to nursemaid any jealous lovers.
"No, leave right now," she demanded, smoothing her skirt down over her hips again. "You'd better get used to the fact that no one man is going to be able to satisfy me, Danny. I'll screw whoever I want, whenever I want! If you don't like it, well, you can pick up your stuff at the gym tomorrow and find someplace else to train!"
Danny knew that any further arugment was futile. Blushing hotly under her withering stare, he climbed to his feet and wiped his come-smeared face on the sleeve of his shirt.
Then, the taste of Josh Williams pungent male semen still on his lips, Danny Robinson left.
Danny didn't bother her for the next few days. He seemed content to take out his hostility and aggressions on the gym equipment, pushing his body to the limit, torturing himself with exercise.
But Shirley knew that something was happening within the gym. Everyone seemed to be looking at her differently. It was hard to put her finger on, but several times she looked up from her exercise to find one or more of the hard-muscled customers staring at her with obvious lust in their eyes.
They're ail probably thinking the worst about Josh and I, she told herself, ignoring the disquieting atmosphere which had begun to build. LET 'EM TALK, she thought, already looking for another candidate to join her list of lovers.
Josh was a model of discretion when there was anyone else around. When anyone asked about the after-hours private sessions with Shirley, he just grinned and tried to act as innocent as his memories of those lust-filled nights would allow.
Tim Dornan and Al Frizzell went about their work as usual, covering for Shirley when she arrived late after a particularly exhausting night of sexual pleasure, never asking any questions or interfering in any way. Cindy Wellington, on the other hand, seemed to be friendlier than ever, something that Shirley had never encouraged in the lesbian instructor. She liked Cindy well enough, but not enough to want any kind of social relationship with the girl.
Shirley was surprised to receive a telephone call from Cindy one Sunday morning about three weeks after her seduction of Josh Williams. Sunday was Shirley's only day off. Either Tim or Al Frizzell usually opened the gym from nine to noon that day for the benefit of the customers who wanted to work out every day.
She was lying in bed in thinking about her date with Josh Williams that afternoon when the telephone call came.
"Shirley, honey," Cindy's voice came through the receiver to the beautiful blonde, "there's something I'd like to talk to you about. Can I come over?"
The last thing in the world Shirley wanted was to see Cindy Wellington, but there was an urgency in the other female's voice that she couldn't ignore.
"Can't it wait until tomorrow, Cindy?" she asked plaintively. "I'm still in bed and the apartment is in a mess."
"I don't think it SHOULD wait, honey," Cindy replied cryptically. "Just give me a half hour or so. I promise you, I won't hang around any longer than that."
"Can't you tell me what it's about, at least?" Shirley asked.
"I'd rather tell you in person," Cindy insisted.
"Okay, come on over then," Shirley said with a sigh of resignation.
She put the telephone down and slid her beautiful naked body out of bed. After a few minutes of furious exercise, she took a shower and dressed, then went into the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee.
As she waited for her employee to arrive, Shirley wondered what could be so important as to require her attention on Sunday morning. She's probably going to hit me for a raise, Shirley thought glumly, remembering that she had promised Cindy to consider a raise when the female customers at the gym reached twenty in number. She tried to recall how many women used the gym. Shirley had never interested herself much in the women bodybuilders, preferring to work with the males. Now she couldn't think for the life of her how many females there were.
Shirley was nervous when she arrived. She immediately accepted Shirley's offer of coffee, sitting down across the kitchen table from her employer.
"What's up?" Shirley asked after a few moments of silence.
"I don't know how to bring this up, honey," Cindy replied erosiveiy. "You know me, kid, I do my work and keep my nose out of everyone else's business. All I ask is that they do the same with me"
"I know," Shirley said impatiently, wishing Cindy would get to the point. "I haven't any complaints about you."
"Well, the thing is, honey, there's been some talk around the gym lately that I think you should know about. Not that I believe it for a minute, Shirley, but there's bound to be trouble unless you can stop it now."
"I don't understand," Shirley lied, feeling her fingers begin to tremble slightly. "What kind of talk?"
"Shit, I might as well come right out and say it, I guess," Cindy sighed unhappily. "Danny Robinson has been going around telling all the guys that you and Josh Williams do more than train at night. He claims you and Josh are having some kind of wild orgies after everybody goes home. But that's not all. Danny claims you're laying everybody in sight.. . that you even tried to hit on him!"
"That bastard!" Shirley snarled, unable to control her outrage. "That no good mother fucker! He said that, did he?"
Cindy nodded, noting the way Shirley's whole body was quivering with rage.
"He also said that you're giving Josh some kind of special training for the regional Mr. California competition. Danny says you want to give Josh some kind of unfair advantage with the training because you've got the hots for him."
Shirley could guess the rest. At least five of her customers were planning on entering that particular competition. If Danny had them convinced that she was doing something unethical to gain some advantage for Josh, it would be disasterous for business. It would be totally unethical for her to favor one customer over another in training.
"But... but. Josh isn't even going to enter the damned thing!" she said hotly.
"You know that, and Josh knows it, but everyone else thinks he is," Cindy said, pouring herself another cup of coffee. "Besides, you know how those horny bastards are. They're all pissed off because you wouldn't give them a tumble when they think you're putting out for Josh. Danny's got them convinced that you offered him the same kind of deal, but that he turned it down. He said you offered him all the ass he wanted and that same special training. All he had to do in return was sign over half his commerical rights if he won."
"The lying son-of-a-bitch!" Shirley exploded. "It's a lie, every damned word of it! HI kill him ... I swear it!"
"DID you ever let Danny fuck you?" Cindy asked slyly.
For a split second Shirley was tempted to lie to the girl, to deny ever having slept with Danny Robinson. Instead, she nodded, telling Cindy everything ... how Danny had come upon her in the steamroom, how he had used his muscles to overpower and rape her ... even how much she had loved it when his huge cock had given her that blazing first orgasm.
The lesbian listened quietly, clucking sympathetically, shaking her head at Danny's perfidy. When the whole sordid story was finished, she got up and came around the table, patting Shirley's shoulder in sympathy.
"Men are first class bastards, honey, ALL of them," she said sadly. "I'm glad I turned out the way I did instead of having to depend on those creeps for my kicks."
"What in the hell am I going to do?" Shirley moaned. "How am I ever going to convince everyone that Josh and I are only lovers, not trying to win that damned competition for him?"
"I don't know," Cindy admitted, increasing the pressure of her warm fingers on Shirley's luscious body, her body tingling with pleasure at this unexpected but entirely welcome reward. "Get rid of Danny, I suppose. That might help. Still, the talk is that some of the guys are looking around for another gym. I'm surprised that Tim or Al hasn't said something to you about this."
"You mean they've heard all this garbage, too?"
"Yes, Tim punched out Artie Phillips last week when he made some crack about you. I'm telling you, honey, it's serious."
The distraught blonde was aware of the sensuous fingers caressing her shoulders, but she didn't pull away. Everything seemed so hopeless that she couldn't afford to offend Cindy now. It was nice to have another woman to talk to, one who didn't look down on her because her passions had gotten out of control.
"Honey, you're as tight as a drum," Cindy purred, working her strong fingers into the pliant flesh, massaging the tenseness there. "You want me to give you a rundown?"
Shirley was tempted. The thought of stretching out on a nice soft bed and letting Cindy work out all the nervousness and hostility that had suddenly built in her willowy frame was an enticing one. She would have to do something about Danny Robinson and all his lies, try somehow to convince the other customers that she hadn't been ripping them off by giving any special training to Josh. Her mind reeled with confusion and despair. She knew just who to blame. Herself! She had brought on all this misery by letting her passions get the better of her. Her rule against getting involved sexually with customers had been a good one, yet she had willingly violated it with Danny and Josh, and it had brought her nothing but trouble. She wondered how she could face everyone at the gym again.
"Come on, baby, let me help you," Cindy whispered, pulling Shirley tenderly up from the chair and guiding her toward the bedroom. "Don't think about anything now but relaxing. I'll give you a nice massage and then you'll be able to decide what's best for you. I'll help you, kid."
The soft words were hypnotic. Shirley felt herself moving toward the bedroom, Cindy's strong but gentle hand on her waist. She couldn't think straight anymore. Everything was so horrible. All those lies about her. ALL those leering men who wanted nothing more than her succulent cunt.
"Thanks for everything," she whispered to her new friend. "I'm glad you came and told me what was happening."
"Us gals have to stick together, honey." Cindy replied in her soft voice, walking Shirley toward the bed. "Just lie down and let me undress you. There's nothing to be afraid of, baby. I won't hurt you."
No, you won't hurt me, the young blonde thought as she felt her lush body coming down onto the softness of the mattress. She lay there, letting Cindy undo the buttons of her blouse, unresisting as the other woman's fingers fumbled with the snaps of her shirts. Through half-closed eyes she saw the scanty shorts being peeled down the length of her sleekly tapering legs, felt the silken touch of her panties following the shorts.
"I could take away all your troubles, honey," Cindy whispered, bending over the naked blonde. "At least for a few hours anyway."
"How?" Shirley moaned.
"By making you feel better than you've ever felt in your life," Cindy replied softly, sitting down on the bed next to Shirley. "By showing you how beautiful it is to have another woman make love to you instead of some disgusting male cock! Let me, Shirley, let me show you!"
Before the confused gym owner could reply, Cindy brought her face down onto Shirley's half-parted lips, sucking the other woman's warm tongue inside her mouth, drawing deeply on it, trapping it there.
No! No! her mind screamed out as she tried to resist the passion that was building down between her naked loins. She stiffened, wanting to push Cindy away, telling herself that this was wrong, that Cindy was a pervert. It was all over when the wanton instructor slid one hand down low to the tautly clenched buttocks of her employer, working her fingers into the smooth crease between them. She shuddered, her senses reeling, the room seeming to swim as the waves of unbearable pleasure rolled through her.
She could feel the tips of Cindy's hard little breasts hot and urgent against her own, and she let the other woman suck on her tongue as they rocked back and forth there on the bed.
Finally, it was Cindy who broke the embrace, standing up and quickly stripping off her own clothing as Shirley looked on in confused passion.
"What are you doing?" she cried out helplessly as Cindy's naked flesh came into view. She couldn't help the way her eyes were running up and down Cindy's body, taking in the broad, muscular shoulders, the trim breasts, the tiny waist, the flare of her hips and the sinewy thighs. How could she have ever thought Cindy unattractive? she wondered. Maybe the girl would never make it as a Playboy centerfold, but she had a body most men would give their eyeteeth to have. Cindy was stocky and short, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Even her rather small breasts looked like the pectorals of a male body-builder, hard and taut.
"Don't worry, honey," Cindy smiled seductively. "I'll stop any time you want. Just let me show you how great this can be."
Shirley wanted desperately to resist the girl, wanted to protect her vulnerable flesh from Cindy's expert lovemaking. But she couldn't. The need to have the fire in her cunt quenched was too great. She lay back and let Cindy pull her long, beautiful legs apart.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnn," she moaned, feeling Cindy's mouth nuzzling her belly, the hot tongue slashing at her quaking young flesh. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH .. . DON'T HURT ME, PLEASE."
Cindy didn't answer. She eased her hands up behind the reclining female, drawing her closer. Shirley instinctively thrust her pelvis forward, opening herself to the lewdly searching tongue. She felt Cindy's breath blowing softly on the curls of her pubic mound, and then the darting wet spear of her tongue agains the dilated outer lips of her traitorously swelling cunt.
Cindy licked it for a moment, barely penetrating the outer lips, in teasing anticipation of what was soon to come, before slowly raising her head and staring up at her new lover.
"Like it so far, honey?"
Shirley nodded, tossing her long blonde hair around on the soft pillow, feeling her body scream out for more of the ecstatic pleasure.
Then Cindy's mouth was all over her, hot and seeking, while her fingers trailed over the vibrant milk white flesh of Shirley's beautiful body, seeking out the secret spots Shirley hadn't even known she possessed.
Shirley found herself undulating and writhing to the love-making of the other woman as Cindy's firm breasts pressed themselves against her, while the unwavering lips traced their lewd course up and down her body. Cindy's fingers were up between Shirley's legs, tickling and rubbing and massaging, and then two fingers entered her softly protesting cunt and worked their way gradually up into the tender depths.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHH . . . OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" the blonde moaned, humping her pelvic mound upwards and spreading her gently quivering legs wider for her excited partner. She wondered what unplumbed depths of sexual passion remained within herself. Suddenly she realized that what she had always heard was true: Another woman COULD be a much more skilled lover than a man in certain areas. Cindy seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her to bring out the most pleasurable response.
She could feel the juices already running from her swollen, throbbing cunt as Cindy moved over her to kneel up between her long legs. She arched her back, offering up the aching mound of her pubis.
"KISS MY PUSSY," she whispered hoarsely. "SUCK ME!"
"YES ... YESSSSS ..."
Then, as Cindy's skillful fingers opened her cuntal lips wide, the brown-tressed head dipped slowly, and Shirley felt the searing touch of the other girl's tongue on the desire-inflamed flesh of her cunt.
It slashed the full length of her hotly pulsating pussy and turned the coral-hued folds to liquid fire. Like a humming bird's tongue, it flickered from side to side, up and down, over the rigid pleasure-bud of her clitoris, and then finally drove into her lustfully burning cunt.
Shirley moaned as she felt the softly sucking lips close wetly over her yearning pussy flesh, cried out, and thrust her thighs up around Cindy's face. The tongue was moving lewdly over every inch of crotch, first the slick outer lips, then delving deeper, teasing, tasting, titillating, bringing Shirley closer to the verge of ecstasy by the moment. She found herself tossing madly on the bed, opening her steaming loins even wider, crying out, her hands clutching at Cindy's close-cropped hair, drawing the face closer, forcing it up against the tender, throbbing mound of her pussy.
It was over much too soon.
"I'M CUMMING... OH, I'M GUSHING?"
Shirley screamed as she felt the fluid gush down her from pulsing cuntal lips and out over Cindy's heated tongue. Her body was on fire, and nothing could put it out but the rapacious mouth buried deeply up in her wildly thrashing thighs.
Cindy continued her lew oral lovemaking eagerly, insatiably, bringing Shirley to peak after orgasmic peak of rapture. Finally they were both drained and limp. Cindy abandoned her feast and moved up on the bed and stretched out beside her employer, taking the other woman in her arms, kissing her hungrily on the lips.
The satiated blonde could taste her own cum, thick and rich, on the other woman's lips. She licked at it wantonly, then plunged her own tongue deep between the passion-swollen lips. Cindy's body was slick with the perspiration she had worked up, and the air was pungent with the musky odors of their ripe female flesh. Shirley slid a hand between Cindy's thighs and felt the hot, slippery juice down there. She brought her fingers up to her lips and licked it away, savoring the strange but not unpleasant taste.
"Feel better now, honey?" Cindy whispered, snuggling closer, pressing her warm breasts against Shirley's lush body.
"It was great," Shirley sighed, loving the warm feeling that Cindy's body provided. "But, you've got to understand something, Cindy. As good as it made me feel, I'm not about to get into YOUR scene. I dig men too much for that."
"Sure, honey, sure," Cindy murmured. wondering how long it would be before the stunning blonde came back for more of her expert tongue. ONCE THEY GET A TASTE OF IT THEY CAN'T EVER QUIT, she mused silently. OH, THEY MIGHT STILL WANT THEIR FUCKING, TOO, BUT THERE WAS NOTHING THAT A HARD MALE PRICK COULD DO THAT HER TONGUE COULDN'T!
"I think you'd better leave now," Shirley said, forcing herself away from Cindy's body, sitting up in the bed. "I've got a million things to do. Somehow I've got to head off that bastard Danny before he ruins the gym for me."
"What have you got in mind?" Cindy asked, reluctantly getting up and slipping into her clothing. She could see that her employer looked determined, and that her anger had started to return.
"You'll see," Shirley laughed cryptically.
It was just before noon when Shirley arrived at the gym. The parking lot was almost empty. Only Al Frizzell's old sedan and three other cars sat in front of the stucco building.
She walked quickly into the gym, waving to Al, who stood near the far wall stuffing towels into a laundry basket.
"Hi, Al," she called out to the man. "Where is everyone?"
Al dropped the last of the dirty towels into the basket and came over to where his employer stood. "Only three guys showed up today," he replied. "They're all in the shower room cleaning up." He stared pointedly at the large clock on the wall. "It's almost closing time, Shirley."
"Yes, I know," she said. "Look, you go ahead and leave. I've got a few things to do in the office, so I'll close up."
Al looked reluctant to leave her there alone.
"Maybe I'd better stay until the guys leave," he mumbled nervously. "It's no trouble, honest."
"No, you go ahead and split," she said firmly. She looked over toward the locker room. "Who's in there?"
"Oh, Whitey Johnson, Billy Grumbacher, and Art Smith," Al answered, still hesitant to leave. He shuffled his feet nervously. "I been wanting to talk to you about something, Shirley," he said, a pained expression on his face. "Some of the guys aren't too happy about you giving that special training to Josh Williams. They say ..."
"I know all about that, Al," Shirley interrupted him angrily. "And I'll take care of everything. You just stay out of it. And tell Tim the same thing, will you?"
Al looked enormously relieved.
"Sure, Shirley," he said quickly, glad that he wasn't going to be dragged into the middle of the brewing fight. "Anything you say. I'll take off then if it's okay with you?"
She waved him away, watching him slip into his jacket and go out the front door.
CHIKENSHIT BASTARD! she thought angrily. Like Tim Dornan, Al Frizzell had worked for Shirley's father. At one time the forty-year-old man had had great potential as a champion weightlifter. But a bad marriage and a bout with alcohol had left him old and worn before his time. Now he was good for nothing but working around the gym for a small wage. She knew that Al would be of no help if it came to a confrontation with the male customers.
As soon as he was gone she went over to the door and locked it, pulling the curtain across the window and blocking off the view from outside. Then, her lips set in a hard, determined line, she strode quickly over to the shower room and pushed open the door.
The three bodybuilders who stood under the showers looked up in shock when they heard Shirley calling out to them.
"Shirley!" Whitey Johnson cried out, his hand going rigid as it lathered the area around his groin. "What are YOU doing in here?"
Billy Grumbacher and Art Smith looked equally stunned. Billy grabbed up a nearby towel and wrapped it around his dripping middle. Art only stood there, a lewd grin spreading across his handsome face.
"I want to talk to you three," Shirley demanded sternly. "Finish your showers and come outside into the gym."
Without waiting for an answer, she spun around and left the shower room, her pulses racing, her knees weak from the sight of the three beautiful male cocks. Her damp pussy was still quivering from the oral workout Cindy had given it, and that only whetted Shirley's appetite for something more substantial. The three men in the shower couldn't have been more perfect for what she had in mind.
As she waited she stripped off her outer clothing, folding it neatly and placing it in a pile on the floor. In a moment she was down to her sheer white nylon panties. She could see her image reflected in the mirrors that lined the walls. Smiling, she began to swing her hips back and forth, snapping her fingers at the same time in rhythm to a disco tune she heard in her mind.
Her voluptuous breasts bounced up and down sensuously, her long, beautifully-sculpted legs spread far apart as the door to the shower room suddenly opened and the three hard-muscled men stood watching her luscious young body sway erotically back and forth. They looked at one another, as if in disbelief. None of them had bothered to dress. The only thing that covered their middles were the towels that were starting to push out from the pressures of their hardening cocks.
"What are you standing over there for?" Shirley called out to them, swiveiing her hips lewdly in open invitation to the three leering males. "Come on over here. And take those damned towels off. I want to see those gorgeous cocks of yours!"
Whitey Johnson was the boldest of the three, a huge Adonis of a man with classic body and ruggedly handsome face. He dropped the towel from around his middle, winking at the other two men as he advanced on Shirley. His thick cock jerked out in front of him, throbbing and pulsating with life. The massive length was almost fully erect and he reached down as he walked and grasped it lewdly with one hand, stroking it unashamedly until it was as hard as steel.
Pulling her eyes away from obscene spear, Shirley closed her eyes and listened to the pagan rhythm in her head, letting her body sway sensuously to the silent beat. She could feel the hesitation and uncertainty in the other two men who stared at her with lust-glazed eyes. Whitey was different, though. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and what HE wanted, as well.
"You want some action, Shirley?" he asked in his sly voice, grabbing her soft warm flesh and pulling her close to his own bare, muscular body. His hands ran over her gently rounded, nylon-clad asscheeks with growing excitement. "I don't know what in the hell is going on, but I'm your man!"
Shirley was overwhelmed by the pungent male odor of his naked body and the feel of his gigantic cock pressing against her hip. Her love-starved body grew more and more passionate as she writhed obscenely to the music in her head, nodding at the man.
"I just thought it was time you and the rest learned that I'm not as cold as you thought," she chuckled lewdly, her magnificent breasts pushing against Whitey's pectoral muscles.
Whitey suddenly growled and thrust his hand down the front of her tight elastic panties, and his outstretched middle finger found its way roughly to the already damp entrance of her wildly pulsing vaginal slit, heatedly moist and soft from the carnal sensuality of the dancing. With no warning, he shoved the finger harshly up into the creamy little orifice.
The two other bodybuilders had moved closer now, watching in rapt fascination as Whitey unmercifully thrust his finger in and out of Shirley's cunt. They didn't know what to make of the obscene display. Each of them had tried to get Shirley into bed at one time or another, both had failed. Now she was acting like a bitch in heat, unable to control the passions that raged through her.
Art Smith gasped to Billy Grumbacher, "What the fuck is happening?"
"I don't know, man, but I'm going to get my share when Whitey's done with her," Billy growled, massaging the hardness of his swollen cock.
Shirley didn't pull away as Whitey held her tightly around the waist and rammed his thick finger cruelly ail the way up into her wetly clasping cuntal passage.
"MORE ... MORE!" she moaned, still twisting her hips provacatively. Her heart was pounding wildly as she let the warm, tingling sensations wash over her. This was madness, she knew, but it was the kind of sexual insanity she had dreamed of for so long. Now she had THREE magnificently-muscled he-men to satisfy her, not just one. She was determined that she was going to do everything it was possible for male and female flesh to accomplish with the hulking males. She was going to act out the maddening fantasies which had plagued her for so many months!
With a little groan, looking out of the corner of her eyes to make sure that Art and Billy were watching, she reached down with trembling fingers and grasped Whitey's swollen cock. A thrill of forbidden pleasure ran through her as she quickly pulled back the satiny smooth foreskin and exposed the lust-charged, rubbery head. She moved her hands up and down the long, thick rod, exploring every inch of hot muscular flesh with rising excitement as the naked weightlifter pumped his excited hips back and forth obscenely.
"THAT'S IT, BABY," he moaned, "GET ME GOOD AND HOT!"
This was just like the bizarre dreams she used to have, of making love to one handsome and well-built muscle man while others stood by and waited for their turn. It was as if she had suddenly become a star in an incredibly erotic movie, and it excited her. She was consumed by a delicious feeling of hot animal sensuality that thrilled and overwhelmed her.
Whitey felt like a rutting bull. He had wanted to fuck Shirley for months, fuck her like a lusty stallion mounting a helpless mare. He moved slightly away, pulling his finger out of her juicy cunt and staring at her hotly.
Shirley looked past him to the two men who were staring at her with lust-contorted faces, smiling lewdly at them.
"He's first," she called out, pointing to Whitey. "Then I'll take on the two of you at once!"
Their excited cries were music to her ears as she reached down and slid her bikini panties over the smooth flesh of her long and tapered legs. Whitey seemed to be beside himself with sexual delirium. He pumped his lust-bloated cock faster and faster, aching to piung it into the creamy wet slit between Shirley's lithe thighs.
"I want it from the back," she suddenly ordered, dropping down onto all fours, wanting the pleasure of seeing the lust spreading across the other two men's faces as they watched her being screwed from behind.
Whitey dropped down behind her, grabbing his hotly stiffened prick and placing it at the entrance to her warmly pulsing cunt.
"NOW!" she groaned. "FUCK ME NOWWWWWWWWW!"
Before the words were out of her mouth, Whitey shoved his long, heatedly throbbing cock into her tight cuntal entrance with a savage force that drove her forward. Her movement was stopped only by the powerful hands that suddenly grabbed her resilient asscheeks.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHH!" she screamed out as the enormous rod tore mercilessly along the wetly quivering walls of her overheated pussy. She jerked backwards, overcome with a wave of rapture, wanting him to bury the massive hardness far up into the depths of her belly. Tears of delight filled her eyes as they both began to move back and forth, and she felt his huge testicles slapping luridly on the backs of her thighs.
It drove the young bodybuilder nearly wild to have this succulent woman down on her hands and knees before him, offering her succulent pussy to him after so many months of refusing his sexual entreaties. He hammered into the upturned slit, moving faster and faster, fucking her harder and harder, a smug, self-satisfied smile of triumph on his face as he looked over at his friends and winked.
"HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!" Shirley cried out in the throes of desperate passion, feeling him plunge into her with increasingly brutal intensity. She felt bruised and battered as his hard-muscled frame pressed into her from behind. Her head swam with the overwhelming heat and excitement of the obscene show she was giving the other two men. Waves of ecstasy raced through her shuddering body as she watched Art and Billy salaciously massaging their own swollen pricks. The sensations of lust in her hopelessly stretched cunt were burning with a white heat. In all of her life she had never known anything so beautiful!
Her tight cunt was opening like a wet flower before his savage assault, becoming hot and vibrant. Her nakedly writhing body seemed to glow and tingle. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH! OOOQOOHHHHHH!" she moaned as a delightful rush of warmly erotic pleasure rippled through her entire body. Her stretched cuntal walls began to nibble hungrily at Whitey's plunging cock.
"FUCK ME! MAKE ME BEG YOU FOR IT!" she screamed, bucking back against the hardness that was ravaging her.
She was lost in a torrent of unbridled passion, bucking and thrashing as if possessed by some insane sexual power that she couldn't control.
Whitey gripped her tightly about the hips, his powerful fingers digging into her tender flesh as he slammed his long, hard cock into her enthusiastically squirming cunt. Their movements seemed to be completely synchronized now, two obscenely grunting animals fucking with an excited lust that knew no limits.
The shamelessly aroused woman was conscious of nothing except the unbearable ecstasy that inundated her like a tidal wave. She was a raging animal, beyond all reason, beyond all morality.
Behind her, his body straining with pleasure, Whitey fucked her hotly, moving his hard spear in and out like a piston, each time plunging deeper and deeper until he thought he would ram right up into her womb. He could feel his sperm-laden balls swelling and throbbing as they slapped obscenely against her wet crack, bloated with scalding juice as the final moment of climax neared.
"OH, I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUMMING!" he wailed, his voice like a roaring train.
Shirley was wracked with dynamic waves of pleasure. Every inch of her naked flesh tingled with a wild, erotic delight, her warm wet cuntal walls beginning to shudder and undulate with even more extraordinary force as her own moment of release came nearer and nearer with dazzling intensity. It seemed as if her entire body were melting under his powerful strokes, and she groaned in mounting excitement.
"HARDER, YOU SWEET BASTARD YOU!" she shrieked, her long blonde hair flailing around her face, her hips pumping back forcefully to receive his maddened prick.
Suddenly Whitey was rocked from head to foot as his hot sperm rushed headlong through the entire length of his cock, spurting out in rapid globs like bullets from a machine gun into her wildly thrashing cunt.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" he yelled, his white-hot seed shooting into and filling the young gym owner's powerfully milking pussy with his heated juices.
Shirley, too, was gushing her own orgasmic liquids in electrifying, seething release. She was floating on an ocean of ecstasy, with sparkling ripples of excited sexual bliss pervading every part of her lovely body. She thought for a moment that she would certainly faint from the force of her pleasure.
Whitey heaved and groaned, emptying himself into her as an enormous stream of come burst out of his convulsing prick. It seemed to go on forever, and he laughed triumphantly as he looked over at the other two men, finally draining himself of his boiling juices.
His own passions had begun to diminish, but Shirley's were at a fever pitch. She felt Whitey pulling his deflating cock out of her pussy. Growling with lustful impatience, she pulled herself away from him, scrambling forward on the training mat to come to a stop in front of Art and Billy, looking up at the two muscular men with a burning lust in her anguished eyes.
"Get down here, you stupid bastard," she demanded of Billy, grabbing his ankle and pulling him down onto the floor beside her, shoving him over onto his back.
His cock was huge and hard, jerking up against his belly. Shirley grabbed the gigantic pole and began pumping wildly back and forth as she straddled him, kneeling so that her loins were spread wide over his throbbing male hardness.
In a moment she was sliding down onto the heated cock, moaning as it dug up into her. Billy shoved his pelvis up at the same time, shoving his massive cock up to the hilt, peeling back the fluttering, cum-smeared pussy lips, impaling her to the hilt with the first thrust. He moved up and down a few times as she ground her damply tingling cunt down around his manhood.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD AND FAST!" she ordered, manipulating her body up and down on his wonderful prick, feeling the unbearable sensations of lust building in her cunt again.
She rocked back and forth on the rock-hard shaft of his prick, trying to savor every inch of the stiff flesh prodding up inside her belly. She looked up at Art Smith, motioning for the startled, lust-inflamed man to kneel down in front of her.
He moved with amazing speed for such a huge and muscular man. In a moment she had wrapped her arms around him and was thrusting her tongue into his mouth, sucking wantonly at the new intrusion.
When she pulled her face away, her eyes were glazed with a demented excitement. Pressing her cunt back, she knelt down, pressing her cunt more firmly around Billy's savagely fucking prick, lowering her head until it was hovering just in front of Art's beautiful prick.
Her mouth flew open, forming a soft 'O' as she reached for the lust-swollen rod, guilding it to her mouth and sucking it greedily in, licking and sucking with swift, sure strokes of her tongue. It moved up and down the shaft, sucking noisily at the head, then down along the sensitive underside.
"OH, MAN, OH, WOW!" Art groaned, swinging his pelvis back and forth excitedly, letting his powerful hands rest easily on Shirley's naked shoulders.
He couid feel the pressure growing between his legs as he rocked back and forth and drove his prick into the warm oral cavern. His eyes were staring hypnotically at the sight of the massive shaft encased by the scarlet lips.
The man underneath her squirming, writhing body was about to climax, the pressure of her heated body building to the breaking point as she tried to dig deeper and deeper onto his driving flesh, Shirley was in a world of her own, her cunt and her mouth stuffed with the cocks of the beautiful bodybuilders as she had so often fantasized. Her body was on fire, the two male cocks driving her wild with wanton sensations as they fucked into her mouth and pussy.
She sucked like a madwoman on the cock that was in her mouth, milking it, sweeping her tongue along the shaft and then driving the raspy spear into the dilated tip in the rubbery knob-end.
Suddenly Art's cock began to jerk out his climax, shooting his scalding sperm deep into the back of her throat, flooding it with the delicious juices.
Shirley's cunt seemed to go wild at this new and rapturous excitement. Her insides began to jerk and twist with the spasms of her own impending orgasm. The walls of her cunt were on fire, twitching salaciously with the terrible pains of passion while her lips sucked in wild abandon at the man spurting his hot seed deep into her mouth, flooding her throat while she swallowed as quickly as she could to receive the next glob of sticky white juice.
The sex-crazed young blonde and the grunting man beneath her came at the same time. Shirley was almost lifted off the floor as he wailed and drove his prick so far up into her twitching cunt that for a moment she thought he had broken through the walls of her pussy and into her womb. She sucked in the swollen cock, milking it, holding it inside her as her steaming cunt gushed out its own hot liquids to mingle with Billy's white-hot juices.
She was bucking and twisting, sucking wildly on Art's cock, tightly clenching her pussy-muscles around Billy's at the same time, mewling and groaning and almost out of her mind with the insane joy of total gratification.
When Art's prick slipped obscenely from her mouth, leaving little strings of sperm on her lips, her voice became even more irrational.
"OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GODDDDDDDDD!" she chanted hysterically, licking hungrily at the remains of the man's warm semen on her lips, her breathing come in wild gasps as Billy's crushing thrusts into her madly spasming cunt slowed and then ceased altogether.
"NO! DON'T STOP, YOU BASTARD!" she protested hotly. "KEEP FUCKING!"
But it was too late.
Billy tried to press his deflating cock more tightly up against the wetly grinding cunt, but it was too limp to do her any further good for the moment.
Sobbing hysterically, Shirley rolled off his gasping body and looked over at Whitey Johnson, praying that her eyes would find that man's prick stiff and ready for action again.
Instead, it was only half-hard.
Groaning in frustration, she plunged her own fingers deep up inside her gaping cunt, forcing one last spasm of rapturous pleasure from the twitching, tingling slit.
Then she sighed deeply, her naked body shuddering as her fingers came away from her satiated cunt and she lay there exhausted but happy.
Chapter Five
After she had rested for a few moments, Shirley pulled herself into a sitting position and stared at the three men. Now that their passions were temporarily abated, they looked as confused as ever about the luridly exciting thing that had just happened.
"I suppose you guys are wondering why things have suddenly changed so much around here?" she giggled, brushing her slender fingers down over her lithe thighs and long legs sensuously.
"Who cares?" Whitey laughed, winking at the other two men. "Just so long as you don't freeze up on us again, right, guys?"
Art and Billy nodded enthusiastically, still confused, but willing to take advantage of the new situation Shirley had created between herself and her customers.
"I know all about that shit that Danny
Robinson has been laying on your guys," Shirley continued, wanting to get everything out in the open. "About the special training for the Mr. California competition that I'm supposed to be giving Josh Williams. Well, that's what it is, SHIT! There hasn't been any special training, and Josh isn't going to enter the damned competition! Danny's been lying to you."
"Why would he do that?" Billy asked.
"Because he's jealous of Josh," Shirley explained patiently. "Danny and I made it a few times before Josh and I got, uh, FRIENDLY. He figured he could get back at me by stirring things up with all those lies. Look, I understand that several of the guys are talking about leaving the gym and finding someplace else to train. What about it, is it true?"
Whitey and Billy looked a little shamefaced, averting Shirley's eyes, but Art answered the question for her without hesitation.
"It's true all right," the massively-shouldered man nodded. "We figured, what the hell, you're not supposed to be playing favorites here at the gym. Why should Josh get any more attention than the rest of us? I'm not talking about the sex part, Shirley. I'm talking about the training. We'd all like to win that Mr. California thing."
"Damn it, I EXPLAINED that! There ISN'T any special training, unless you call me wearing Josh out every night fucking him TRAINING."
"You mean it was all a pack of lies, Shirley?" Billy asked incredulously. "Danny said you were going to take half of everything Josh made if he won the competition and then turned pro."
Despite her rising frustration at her inability to make the three men understand what she was saying, Shirley went back over the whole thing, speaking firmly, refuting Danny's allegations point by point. When she was finished, she looked at them.
"Any more questions?"
They shook their heads, each of them ashamed that they had been so easily taken in by Danny Robinson's lies.
"I'll kill the dirty prick!" Whitely grumbled angrily.
"Yeh, Shirley, let us take care of him," Art added, his blood pressure rising as his outrage increased.
"No, I'll do it myself," Shirley said sternly. "I don't want you guys to do anything except convince the rest of the boys that Danny didn't know what he was talking about. Okay?"
"How are YOU going to handle things, Shirley?" Billy asked slyly.
"Don't worry about that, darling," Shirley laughed sarcastically. "I have my ways. Can I depend on you three to keep things cool in the gym until I get everything straightened out?"
The three men chorused their assent.
"Was today just a one time thing, Shirley?" Whitey asked lasciviously, moving a little closer to the naked blonde, running his desire-filled eyes up and down over her luscious flesh.
Shirley laughed, reacing out to touch the hot, hardening flesh at his groin, running her finger-tips lovingly up and down the blue-veined shaft and making him shudder with erotic delight.
Her cunt was already starting to ache deliciously as her eyes swept over the three beautiful male cocks in front of her. She felt the warm pussy lips dilate and puff out in obscene anticipation of having one of the bloated rods pumping up inside her belly again.
"What do you think?" she asked in a lust-charged whisper, bending her head and planting a heated kiss along the throbbing prick.
When she slowly and tantalizingly opened her mouth and slid the warm wet cavern over the head of Whitey's pulsating cock, she left no doubt in anyone's mind that the afternoon was just beginning, that the wild orgy of a few minutes before had been only a prelude to the main event to come.
Shirley called Cindy Wellington into her office the next morning. Normally the women's exercise and body-building classes didn't begin until eleven or so, and Cindy usually spent the morning working out herself.
"Tim said you wanted to see me, honey," the well built lesbian said, sitting down across the desk from her employer and smiling. There was nothing in her manner to suggest that only twenty-four hours before she had been licking and sucking the beautiful blonde's steaming cunt.
"I need some help and advice," Shirley began, shuffling the papers on her desk nervously.
"You got it," Cindy nodded. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm ashamed to say that I've never really gotten to know most of the gals who train with us. I've left them pretty much to you, Cindy. Oh, I know their names and faces, of course, but, uh ..."
She hesitated, not knowing exactly how to phrase the words.
Cindy waited expectantly.
" .. .Well, what I mean is, are- any of them playing around sexually with the male customers?"
"Not since that episode when you saw Mavis Copeland sucking Jim Bailey's cock that night in the steamroom," Cindy laughed cynically. "Oh, I know, you didn't tell either of them why you barred them from the gym the next day, but word gets around, honey. If any of them are fucking around it's outside the gym, not around here."
"Would any of them LIKE to, do you think?"
Cindy shrugged.
"Listen, kid, these broads are no different than anyone else. They come here to see the beautiful male bodies. You should hear some of the talk that goes on in the gal's locker room. I swear, it would embarrass a sailor! Who looks like they've got the biggest prick ... whose cock they'd like to suck... which dude they think could give them the best ass-fucking! Shirley, sometimes I think they're all a bunch of damned nymphomaniacs!"
"Do you think you could pick out four or five that we could trust to be discreet if I gave them an opportunity for a little action with one of our muscle men?"
If Cindy was shocked by the question she didn't react.
"Sure I could," she laughed again, snapping her strong fingers. "That fast! What have you got in mind?"
"Okay, I'll lay it out for you," Shirley replied slyly. "I want to fix Danny Robinson's ass for him. To really humiliate the mother fucker for what he did to me. The bastard thinks he's the world's most talented cocksman. He boasted to me one night that he could screw a dozen broads one after the other and still have plenty of energy for more. I'd like to embarrass and humiliate him into giving us a little demonstration of his prowess. If I read him right, he'd be too ashamed ever to show his face around here again."
Why don't you just run him off?" Cindy asked, hardly able to contain her lewd excitement.
"No, that would be too easy. I want his goddamned swollen ego completely crushed. And I want to do it in a way he'll never forget." She paused, a lascivious smile of amusement flickering across her ripe lips. "Besides, I think it would be fun to watch him and the gals in action. I've always had this great fantasy about all that hot, hard flesh fucking and sucking. Not just any men and women, you understand, but male and female bodybuilders. What a trip! My cunt's getting juicy just thinking about it."
"Are you planning on inviting anyone else to your little orgy?" Cindy asked cautiously, squirming around in her chair at the erotic thought of what Shirley was suggesting.
"Oh, just a few close friends," the young blonde chuckled salaciously. "I mean, it wouldn't be fair to get those gals all worked up and then not provide them any cock, would it? Everyone would have to be chosen carefully, of course. There'd be Josh, Whitey, Billy Grumbacher, Art Smith ..." she paused, winking at Cindy. "And YOU and your gals, naturally."
"You wouldn't get uptight if some of the girls and I made it, would you?"
"Not if the ladies don't," Shirley giggled.
"Then count me in," Cindy said excitedly. "I'll hustle you up some of the primest cunt we've got in the herd, partner!"
"I thought you would," Shirley said with a smile, her body tingling with obscene delight. "Now, listen, here's what I had in mind ..."
"Gee, Shirley, I don't like it," Josh complained later that day. The young bodybuilder and the gym owner were lying naked on her bed, their bodies glistening with perspiration after a furious hour of fucking and sucking one another.
Shirley had just outlined her plans for Danny Robinson. Instead of being excited, as she had expected. Josh just looked unhappy.
"Why, for God's sake?" she asked, rolling over and resting her body on one elbow as she stared down at Josh's well-developed chest. "I would have thought you'd be happy to get back at him for telling ail those lies about you and I."
"Oh, it's not that," Josh sighed. "I'd like to break his damned arms and legs for him. It's just... just..."
"Just WHAT?"
"Well, I don't know about getting involved in an orgy, Shirley! I mean, it's different when just the two of us make it. Screwing in front of a bunch of strangers sounds like a real bummer."
"But, they're not strangers. Josh," she reasoned. "You already know everyone who'll be there. Besides, think how exciting and erotic it'll be to sit around and watch a dozen naked people going at it... some of them going down on each other, others screwing or ass fucking! It'll be better than watching those porn movies you love so much."
The youth regretted ever admitting to Shirley that he haunted the porn movies theatres around San Diego before he'd started sleeping with her.
"I don't even know if I could get a hard-on with a bunch of people watching me," he mumbled. "Once when I was in Vietnam a bunch of the guys talked me into going to a whorehouse with them. Everything was going okay until this gook whore and I were in her room. She was starting to go down on me, you know, kissing me all over my prick. Then my buddies busted into the room with their whores to watch me lose my cherry. Shit, my prick got soft and I couldn't get it up again. All the whores started laughing and had a contest to try and suck me hard, but it was no use."
He looked so desperately unhappy at the memories that Shirley couldn't help reaching over and encircling his limp prick with her fingers and caressing the shaft.
"That was a long time ago, honey," she whispered soothingly. "Before you found out all the beautiful things you could do with this lovely hunk of meat. Don't worry. Josh, it'll be so exciting that you won't have any trouble getting a hard-on, or keeping one."
"I don't know," he repeated, still not convinced.
The lovely blonde knew she had to do something to restore Josh's confidence in his virility. Slipping off the bed, she knelt on the floor by the side, pulling his long, athletic legs around so that he was sitting on the edge.
Reaching out, she cupped his swollen balls in her hands, hefting them gently and squeezing them very lightly. She heard him moan when she shifted her hand to his hardening cock, measuring it, stroking slowly, drawing the glistening foreskin back from the bulbous head. Leaning closer, she inspected the massively swelling rod of male meat, fascinated by the thought that it had been pounding up inside her juicy cunt only a few minutes before.
Then her tongue slithered out between her sensually parted lips and began to lick softly around the throbbing glans as it swelled with heated new blood. She kissed lingeringly along the blue-veined underside and licked down and around his hairy balls before nibbling her way back up to the hotly pounding tip. She held the gigantic staff in delicate fingers, trying to make him understand what a treasure the huge prick really was, rubbing it back and forth over her full, sensuous lips for a long time before opening her mouth 'wide and drawing it, with a warm sucking motion, deep into the hot cavern where her tongue waited.
"OOOHHH!" he murmured, shifting his weight on the bed so that he could extend his legs out on either side of her kneeling body. "THAT FEELS SO DAMNED GOOD, HONEY, .. .SO FUCKING GOOD."
She pulled her mouth away for a moment, looking up at him with an excited expression on her lust-contorted face.
"I'll make all the women suck your prick for you. Josh," she whispered lewdly. "Don't worry, baby, it'll be a ball!"
Before he could answer, she covered his prick with her mouth again, flattening her tongue and lifting his thickly distended shaft up and back with it until it touched the innermost recesses of her softly yielding throat.
Then she began to suck him, strongly, steadily, with a rhythmic, lazy motion of her head as her mouth slid obscenely up and down the rigid pole of male meat. Each time she absorbed more of his hardness. His hands found their way into the dark blonde triangle of her hair and she felt him fucking deeply into her mouth. She suddenly pulled away, not letting his prick escape her devouring lips, letting him know that she would set the erotic pace.
Wanting to please him, she sucked him as she had never sucked him before, teasing his lust-inflamed prick with her tongue and lips, letting it slide deep into her throat one minute, then backing off until only the hard, rubbery tip remained between her glistening lips and lashing at it with her tongue. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, going all the way down on him again until everything but his swollen balls were in his mouth. Her knees were becoming sore from the floor, but she ignored the discomfort and concentrated on driving him wild without letting him come. Deep in her nakedly quivering belly she could feel herself reaching the pinnacle of her own pleasure, feel the cuntai muscles opening and contracting and racing toward ecstasy for her.
Suddenly she was cumming! Without even touching her pussy she was climaxing!
When she felt the orgasmic cuntal moisture warmly spilling down from her cunt and tricling out onto her creamy thighs, Shirley let herself go and began to suck the bodybuilder's cock furiously. He didn't last long. In moments he was jetting hot semen deep into the willing receptacle of her mouth and she was gulping it down, tonguing him widly as she sucked him dry.
She drew on the bursting rod until there was no more of the delicious juice. Then, kissing the softening rod a final time, she let it slip from her mouth and leaned her feverish head against his groin.
"Will you do it for me. Josh?" she whispered into his scalding flesh. "Will you?"
She already knew what the answer would be before he opened his mouth.
The rest of the week sped by quickly, with Shirley working out for several hours each day in a futile attempt to exhaust the nervous sexual energy that was building in her. Several times she scheduled impromptu weight lifting competitions between herself and several of the less advanced men at the gym, easily beating them, pressing as much as two hundred pounds of iron effortlessly.
She ignored Danny, speaking to him only when necessary, only he was constantly after her to let him come up to the apartment again. She only smiled cryptically and told him to keep the weekend open for her, but that she was busy until then.
Whitey and the two other bodybuilders seemed to be doing a good job in discrediting Danny's stories about she and Josh. Everyone seemed looser and more friendly now. Even Josh seemed more self-assured as the moment of truth drew near for him. Shirley reinforced his weak ego and self-doubts as much as she could, spending every night with him in her bed, telling him over and over again how strong and handsome and virile he was, how easily he would be able to join in the orgy.
Friday afternoon, Cindy came into Shirley's office with a tall, willowy brunette named Debbi Oakwood. Debbi was in her late twenties, a divorcee with too much alimony money and too few morals. She was attractive in a showy sort of way, with large breasts and incredibly long legs.
Cindy closed the door behind them and smiled at Shirley.
"Shirley, you know Debbi here. I've been teelling her about the little party you've got planned for Sunday afternoon. She asked if she could be included in the guest list."
"Sit down, Debbi," Shirley asked the tall, brown-haired woman, pointing to the chair in front of her desk. Cindy sprawled her short body on the nearby couch. "How much did Cindy tell you?"
"Well, she said that bastard Danny Robinson has been bragging how great he is in bed," Debbi grinned lewdly. "And that you're trying to get a few of the girls together to make him put up or shut up, right?"
Shirley knew from the way the girl spat out the name Danny that there was more here than met the eye.
"I take it you know our guest of honor, then?"
"Yeh, I know him alright," Debbi winced. "About a month ago he asked me out for a drink after the gym closed. I figured, what the hell, he was just looking for a piece of strange pussy. Well, I was kind of horny myself that day, and he is a groovy hunk of muscle, right? We went up to my place right away, because I was in no mood to fool around playing grab-ass in some bar. I wanted action right now!"
"What happened?"
Debbi blushed as she remembered that evening.
"I've been around, right?" she asked bitterly. "I mean, I'm no goddamned schoolgirl. I've had twenty or thirty dudes in for the night. First off he said that he was too tired to fuck, but that he wouldn't mind me going down on him! Well, you know, I figured maybe I could inspire him if I sucked his cock. Oh, I inspired him all right. Afterwards, when I'd given him the best damned blow job in San Diego, he said he had to get up and get a drink. I waited for him to come back to bed. Fifteen minutes later I went to look for him. I didn't find good old Danny, but I did find two hundred bucks missing from my purse!"
"Why didn't you call the police?" Shirley asked incredulously.
"Oh, yeh, that would have been great," Debbi scowled. "You think those creeps care about people like me getting ripped-off "by a pick-up? I cornered Danny the next day and demanded my money back. You know what he said?"
"What?"
"Danny told me to fuck off .. . that if I tried to make any trouble for him he'd tell everyone I'd given him a dose of clap! What a first class prick!"
Shirley could hardly believe her ears. Danny was even more rotten than she'd suspected. It was going to be a real pleasure to show the bastard up for what he was.
"You're welcome on Sunday," she said to Debbi, getting up and escorting the still-shaken woman to the door. "Cindy will give you the details before you leave today, okay?"
"You won't be sorry, Shirley," Debbi said gratefully. "I can hardly wait to get my hands on him."
When Debbi was gone, Shirley turned her attention to Cindy. The woman was standing by the window, looking out on the gym.
"Did you find anyone else, Cindy?" Shirley asked.
"Yeah, two more," the short female replied, pointing to two young woman who were standing by the water cooler outside. "Those two over there ... Barbara Jenkins and Eve Caldwell."
Shirley inspected the two women that Cindy pointed out to her. She knew them both slightly J Eve, the older of them, was in her middle thirties, a redhead with a dazzling figure and pretty features. The other one, Barbara Jenkins, was a fresh-faced young blonde about twenty. Although she looked innocent and naive, Shirley had more than once heard the pretty girl curse like a longshoreman.
"Can we trust them?" she asked, turning back to Cindy.
"You can trust ME, and I say they're okay," Cindy grinned. Both of them are hung up on muscle men, that's the only reason they come here. And from what I can gather in talking to them, they're both near-nymphomaniacs. They can't wait to get a little action."
"That's great," Shirley sighed in relief, going back to her desk and sitting down. "Tell everyone to be here at two o'clock Sunday afternoon. They're to use the back door and park on the street, understood? Danny and I will be here before you and the men arrive, so just come in and act as if it was a normal Sunday afternoon, right?"
"You got it, kid," Cindy laughed, going toward the door. "We'll be here with bells on!"
"Just be here," Shirley called out to the retreating back. "Bells or not!"
Shirley waited until she saw Danny alone in the corner of the gym working out on the pec-dec machine, doing upper back squeezes. She went out of the office and moved through the mass of hard male flesh grunting and groaning over their training exercises.
When he saw Shirley coming, Danny pulled away from the Nautilus machine and smiled at her. "Hi, baby," he called out, wiping the perspiration from his tremendous upper body. "Do you think my back is coming along okay?"
He flexed his muscles, swinging around, posing for a moment. Shirley nodded, taking in the broad sweep of magnificent flesh.
"Not bad, Danny, but you could use a little more work on your density. And your posing is a little passe, if you understand what I mean."
The handsome man looked crushed, staring at himself in the mirror, doing a back pose for himself. Scowling, he turned to face Shirley again.
"What's up?"
"Oh, I thought we might talk about the weekend," she said slowly, thrusting her voluptuous breasts out slightly. "You want to meet me here Sunday afternoon about one o'clock?"
"Here?" he asked. "Why don't we meet at your place? It's a hell of a lot more comfortable there."
"No, the gym will be just fine," she insisted firmly. "You know how this place turns me on sexually."
"Yeah, that's right," he chuckled cruelly. "If it hadn't of been for you getting so horny that night in the steamroom and playing with your cunt, I wouldn't have found out what a sexy broad you are."
She ignored the mocking tone of voice and the way his eyes were hungrily devouring her body. LET HIM GET HIS KICKS, she thought. HE'LL BE SINGING A DIFFERENT TUNE WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH HIM!
"Sunday then," she reminded him, turning and moving away. "One o'clock, Danny. Don't disappoint me!"
Whitey Johnson was pressing weights at the other side of the gym. He put down the barbells when Shirley came over, sweat pouring off his face and body.
"Everything's set for Sunday at two o'clock," she told him in a low voice, winking. "Cindy will meet you out back and let you in." She paused, looking around to make sure she couldn't be overheard. "Now, listen, Whitey, I don't want any rough stuff here Sunday. If Danny gets out of hand and gives anyone a hard time, you guys are to throw him out on his ass, but don't hurt him!"
"Sure, baby, I dig," Whitey grinned. "Which broads are coming? Do you know yet?"
"You'll find that out Sunday," she whispered. "But, I guarantee you, you won't be disappointed."
"I've never been disappointed with a "cunt in my life, Shirley," he laughed, picking up the barbel! and pressing it high over his head.
"I'll just bet you haven't," she answered sarcastically.
Only Josh remained to be told the details of the impending orgy and put-down of Danny Robinson. Shirley found him by the water cooler, talking to Tim Dornan.
Tim nodded and moved away when he saw Shirley coming.
"Whaf s the matter with him?" Shirley asked, a puzzled frown on her beautiful face.
"He's been pumping me," Josh said nervously. "He figures there's something going on that he should know about. Shirley, is he going to make trouble for us?"
"Don't worry about Tim," she assured him, making arrangements to meet him at her apartment that night after the gym closed.
Tim was waiting for her when she went back into her office.
"Did you want to see me?" she asked coldly, sitting down behind her desk, leaving Tim to shuffle nervously in front of her.
"Look, honey," he began, his eyes shifting around the office as if he couldn't bring himself to face the lovely woman. "I go back a long time with this gym. I was working here when you were still a skinny kid."
"Get to the point."
"Well, I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's an atmosphere around this place that I don't like. It's got something to do with you and Josh and that stupid creep Danny Robinson. We used to be one big happy family until you started working out at night with Josh Williams. Now people are saying all sorts of crazy things... things that I can't even repeat to you. And the training schedules have fallen off something awful. What's going on?"
Shirley stared at the middle-aged man, wondering why he couldn't just do his work and stay out of her business. He was more like an uncle to her than just an employee. He had been her father's friend and had helped him build the gym into what it was today. Still, he had no rate to interfere in her life.
"Nothing's going on, Tim I promise you," she lied. "At least, nothing that a couple of weeks vacation for you won't cure." She paused, reaching into her desk and pulling out her checkbook and filling out a check and handing it to the surprised Tim. "Here, Tim, take this as a bonus. You've been working too hard. Run down to your cottage in Ensenada for a couple of weeks. I can take care of things here."
The unexpected gift only reinforced Tim's certainty that something was seriously wrong at the gym. For a moment he was tempted to refuse the check. Instead, knowing her reputation for stubborness, he shrugged his powerful shoulders and nodded.
"Okay, I'll split if that's what you want, Shirley," he said quietly, tucking the check away in his pocket. "Just try and stay out of trouble while I'm gone, will you?"
"I can take care of myself, Tim," Shirley laughed. "I'm not just a skinny kid anymore. Or haven't you noticed?"
"Oh, I've noticed all right," he said sadly, turning to go. "I'll see you in a couple of weeks."
Sunday afternoon couldn't come quickly enough for Shirley. She was a bundle of nerves all day Saturday just thinking about the wild and exciting sexual orgy she had planned. Not only was Danny Robinson going to get the shock of his life and his come-uppance, but she was finally going to realize all the white-hot sexual fantasies her lust-fevered mind and body had built up over the years.
The idea of beautiful male and female bodies coming together in a whirling, spinning vortex of unbridled and uninhibited passion made her shiver with wanton anticipation. These weren't just ordinary bodies ... they were the most perfect masses of thrilling muscle and sinew in San Diego, people who had devoted their lives to sculpturing every inch of the magnificent flesh they wore.
Shirley didn't arrive at the gym until twelve-thirty on Sunday. The place was empty, Al Frizzell having closed up promptly at noon.
She took a long, lazy shower, then dressed in the new, skin-tight, black leotard she had purchased the day before. Watching herself in the full-length ?mirror as she combed out her corn-colored, silken hair, she let her eyes sweep up and down her luscious body.
She had never looked more sexy or desirable, she knew. Her breasts were straining out against the low bodice, her nipples erect and aching for some warm male mouth to suck out the sweetness there. Running her trembling fingers down over her ripe hips, flat stomach, then down along the beautiful sweep of her thighs and legs, she admired the marble-hued flesh that was in such stark contrast to the black outfit she wore.
She tied back her long hair, certain that it would increase the pleasure for a man to see his lust-bloated prick sliding between the scarlet slash of her lips.
Josh let himself into the gym at ten to one with the key that Shirley had given him the night before. The handsome youth looked nervous as he stared at his lovely bedmate.
"You look good enough to eat, honey," he whispered, kissing her passionately and running his strong hands up and down her buttocks as she squirmed against him.
"There'll be plenty of time for this later," she laughed, pulling away. "Go get changed. Josh. Wear those cute bikini tights I bought you. I want this beautiful prick of yours to really stand out."
They were both waiting by the front door when Danny Robinson's car pulled into the parking lot in front of the building fifteen minutes later. Hardly able to control the trembling in her legs and hands, Shirley unlocked the door and pulled it open for him, locking it again quickly and slipping the key down between the plump mounds of her breasts.
"What in the fuck is HE doing here?" Danny suddenly asked, seeing Josh.
"Why, I thought you knew Josh would be here, honey," Shirley replied innocently. "I thought the three of us would have a little party."
"What kind of party?" Danny asked suspiciously.
"Why don't you get undressed and we'll see what develops," Shirley laughed lewdly. "Josh and I were talking about getting into the Jacuzzi and fooling around. You can join us if you want."
Danny ignored her; his blood boiling with jealousy as he faced the younger muscle-builder.
"Why don't you get your ass out of here and leave Shirley and me alone, man! She doesn't need a punk like you when she's got a real man to take care of her!"
Josh clenched his fists, but said nothing.
"Now, you listen to me, you asshole!" Shirley snarled. "I told you once and I'll tell you again. You don't own me. If the situation doesn't appeal to you, get your ass out of here!
Otherwise, keep your mouth shut and leave Josh alone, understand?"
Danny turned a deep shade of red at the beautiful blonde's angry words. He wanted to reach out and slap the sneering smile from her face, then use his fists on Josh William's handsome features. But he knew Shirley well enough by now to realize that he had only two choices: He could swallow his pride and share her sexy body with Josh, or he could turn tail and run.
He chose the former.
Without waiting for a reply, Shirley grabbed Josh's hand and pulled him toward the room at the far side of the gym where the whirlpool bath was located.
"Come on, honey," she churkled, knowing that Danny would follow, "I'm getting horny!"
The whirlpool bath was a large tank, about twelve feet across, with molded benches which ran around the inside. Its water was kept at a constant temperature of one hundred and five degrees. When desired, powerful jets could be activated which turned the bath into a boiling cauldron which could soothe and relax the most tortured muscles.
The jets were off at the moment.
Shirley and Josh quickly stripped off their scanty clothing and jumped into the water, splashing each other like children in a pond, grabbing for one another's gentials without shame.
Danny watched for a moment, then sighed in resignation and pulled off his own clothing.
Silently he climbed into the tub, the scalding water which suddenly surrounded his hard-muscled body cooler than his burning temper. He eased his body down onto the bench, watching the two nakedly cavorting figures with rage in his eyes. His prick was already hardening involuntarily at the sight of Shirley's voluptuous breasts and the flashes of her furry cunt-mouth as she splashed about in the water.
Damn her! he seethed, hating both she and Josh, wishing he had guts enough to tell them both to fuck-off and storm out of the gym. But he didn't, instead, he continued to watch, his desire increasing rapidly when Shirley moved over in front of him and asked him to get up from the bench and sit on the edge of the tub.
As he moved up, she reached out and slid the loose foreskin of his cock slowly back over the head, manipulating it sensually with her fingers. Smiling up at his stiff body, she extended her tongue, beginning to lick lightly across the rubbery knob, teasing the tiny hole in the end, then moving the warm spear just below to the spot she knew he was most sensitive.
Behind her, Josh watched in fascination, his hands gripping the succulent resiliency of her asscheeks, the fingers pressing hotly into the water-covered flesh.
"Slide down a little bit, honey," she looked up, whispering in her lust-charged voice. "That's it, let your legs float in the water."
It was an uncomfortable position for him, but Danny soon forgot everything but the warm sensation of her mouth and lips running up and down his swelling shaft.
Shirley chuckled, wanting to bring Danny to at least one orgasm before the others arrived. She didn't believe for a moment his boastful stories about being able to satisfy that many females one after the other, but she was taking no chances.
She drew his softly jerking cock into her full, moist lips and began to suck it gently, using her tongue to circle the smooth knob-end while her hand cupped and teasingly manipulated his hair-covered bails. She felt him growing larger inside her mouth, the rope-like veins on his shaft pumping heavily against the velvety interior of her cheeks.
Letting the water support her weight, she worked her mouth slowly down and around the delicious rod of male meat. HE'S GETTING HOT! she thought to herself happily.
The handsome man was beginning to respond strongly to her lazy oral manipulations. In a few minutes his prick was Icing and so thick that she could hardly work ail of her mouth around it.
She began to suck in earnest now, her tongue swirling rapidly around the turgid shaft, her cheeks drawing in with the vibrant intensity of an expert. She heard him groan, then felt his body pumping up against her face as he tried to force more and more of the massive cock into her mouth.
"OH, YES, SUCK ME ... SUCK ME .. ." he moaned, his eyes half-closed, his lust-charged mind almost forgetting that his rival was only a few feet away.
Josh was almost out of his mind with hot desire as he watched the pornographic display that Shirley was giving him. The pressure of his fingers on her beautiful asscheeks increased and he moved closer, feeling the hot water sloshing around his excited loins.
The beautiful blonde gasped with pleasure when she felt the knob of Josh's cock rubbing along the deep crevice of_her buttocks, then felt his fingers spreading them apart to expose her wrinkled and hairless little anus and the furry mouth of her upturned cunt to his eyes. The steaming water had made her loose and relaxed, and there was only rapture when one of his strong fingers slipped inside her pussy and began to obscenely work itself back and forth in the liquid folds of cuntal flesh.
Wriggling her lower body back in open invitation, she spread her legs out, letting her body float. Josh grabbed the long, perfectly-sculpted stems, holding them out so that he could work his body between them.
"MMMMMMMNNNNN!" she moaned wantonly around the huge prick that was stuffing her mouth and throat. She felt the lust-hardened cock probing at her gaping pussy-slit, then felt the bulbous head sliding into her.
Her wriggling pussy was under water, and it delighted her to feel the heat of the liquid squishing along the inside of her cunt as Josh drove his prick all the way up inside her.
She arched her back, flicking her buttocks at him, wanting more of the beautiful sensations that he was giving her. Grasping Danny Robinson's thighs more tightly, she began sucking as fast as she could on the bloated stem of his cock, listening to him moan in uncontrollable joy above her own cock-ravaged body.
The water swirled warmly and comfortably around her and she felt as if she were floating on a sea of liquid ecstasy. She heard the splashing sounds of the water, felt the slap of Josh's hard loins against her quivering buttocks and the lust-inspired fucking of his blood-engorged cock far up inside her tender cunt. Wildly she drove her hotly questing mouth up and down the fully extended length of Danny's prick, screwing her cock-split buttocks back into the raging male hardness that impaled her.
Suddenly she wanted them all to come at the same time. The thought of Danny's viscous white juices spilling obscenely into her mouth while Josh emptied himself into her wildly-clenching cunt filled her head with the most exciting thoughts possible. They were both working furiously now, and she tried to judge from their movements how close they were to cum mi ng.
She knew she could bring it off. It was only a matter of manipulating both her mouth and her cunt to an extent she hadn't had to try before. Glowing with delight, she hungrily tongued the shaft of Danny's cock, sucking it hard, at the same time clenching her pussy muscles around Josh's beautiful spear and wildly twisting her raging body back on its lewdly impaling hardness.
She felt the first spasms of her own climax a few moments later. Excited beyond control, she increased the efforts of her mouth and cunt to bring both men off now. As her lithe young body danced about on the steaming water she gave a little gasp of triumph, feeling Danny's gushing cock tense, then flood her mouth and throat with salty, sticky, delicious juices. SHe gulped it down as eagerly as her mouth and tongue would allow. Then, mercifully, her cunt was battered by an explosion of male semen as Josh drove his prick in all the way to her womb and gushed out his heated liquids.
Her hand flew up to encircle Danny's heaving prick, milking it, drawing up more and more of the precious fluids that her mouth so eagerly devoured. The inner walls of her aching, cum-drenched cunt were gripping Josh's prick without mercy, holding him there, wanting to milk out every last rapturous sensation.
She let herself relax in the heated water, still keeping her lips locked around Danny Robinson's softening rod of male flesh. Her tongue played a little tattoo along the pulsing, throbbing shaft.
OH GOD, she thought to herself, IS THERE ANYTHING IN THE WORLD BETTER THAN THE FEEL OF TWO HARD MALE PRICKS FILLING HER?
Her obscene reveries were interrupted as the sound of other voices came from somewhere near the region of the gym's back door. In a moment Cindy Wellington's lewdly smiling face appeared in the doorway. Behind her, other faces were trying to peer over her shoulder at the exciting sight of Shirley stretched out between the two musclebuilder's bodies.
"What in the fuck is going on?" Danny cried out, pulling his deflated prick out of Shirley's mouth and sitting up hurriedly. The room seemed suddenly filled with laughing, taunting bodies. He recognized them all ... Whitey, Art, Billy. He was even more shocked when he saw the three females who accompanied the men. Danny knew Eve Caldwell and Barbara Jenkins only by sight. Debbi Oakwood was another matter entirely. He began to tremble with guilt when the lanky brunette strode calmly over to the whirlpool bath and winked at him.
"Hello, lover," she smirked. "I've come to get even for that two hundred dollars you stole from me!"
"You lying bitch!" the man screamed, pulling himself out of the tub and grabbing for a nearby towel. Swinging around, he faced Shirley Masterson. "Why are all these people here? he demanded.
"They're here because you're a lying, chickenshit, rip-off artist!" Shirley spat out at him. "You lied to the guys in the gym and tried to lose me their business. And you stole two hundred dollars from one of my customers, you prick! Well, it's about time you paid for it, Danny!"
"That's crazy," Danny protested. "It was a misunderstanding, that's all!
"Did I misunderstand you when you told me what a talented cocksman you are?" Shirley challenged the trembling man. "Remember all those stories about how you could screw a dozen broads at a time?"
"I can!" he screamed, pointing to Josh. "I'm more of a man than that punk boyfriend of yours ever was!"
"I think he's a faggot," Debbi Oakwood laughed sarcastically. "The only thing he can handle is getting his prick sucked. I don't call that a man."
"Shut up, bitch!" Danny moaned, wanting to strike her and wipe the sneer off her mocking face. "Who'd want to fuck a clapped-up old whore like you?"
Whitey and Art had to step between Danny and Debbi to keep the argument from turning violent. Shirley knew it was time to get control of the proceedings.
"Okay, big shot," she challenged the enraged man. "I've got a proposition for you. We want to see if you're the kind of stud you say you are. Prove it to us and you can walk out of here the way you came in. If you don't, well, I wouldn't mind having Whitey and his friends break some of your goddamned bones for all the shit you've been laying on us!"
She had no intention of physically abusing Danny, but she could see that her words had the desired effect. His face went white with fear as he looked over at Whitey and the other grim-faced muscle men.
"Prove what?" he asked in a low voice.
"We want you to try and satisfy all of us," Shirley smirked. If you're such hot stuff it shouldn't be any trouble to take on four women. Cindy doesn't count. She gets her kicks in OTHER ways. Well, what do you say? ARE you a man, or are you just a lying asshole?"
Danny's mind reeled in shock at her words. IV!Y GOD! he thought, SHE WANTS ME TO FUCK HER AND THESE THREE OTHER BEAUTIFUL BROADS! It was the kind of situation that most men dreamed of ... a fantasy come true! He'd never fucked more than two broads at one time in his life, but he was sure he could do, if only to prove Shirley and her friends wrong! Besides, what choice did he have. He had no doubt that Shirley was serious about setting Whitey and the other hulking men on him if he didn't agree.
"I'm man enough, bitch," he answered with a sneer, his lips curled boastingly.
"We'll see," she laughed, looking toward where the women stood waiting. Everyone had removed their clothing now, and their lush, naked bodies were trembling with erotic anticipation. "What are you waiting for, ladies?"
Chapter Six
Danny suddenly felt himself surrounded by soft female flesh. Barbara, the young blonde, and Eve, the older and more voluptuously fleshy woman, crouched down on either side of his reclining figure and began licking his naked flesh, running their tongues tantalizingly over his abdomen and chest, sucking and bitting on his nipples, then licking his armpits all the way up his well-muscled inner arms.
At the same time, Debbi Oakwood, a menacing expression on her pretty face, knelt down and began performing the same ministrations on the lower half of his naked body, working her way upward from his toes, each of which she nibbled and sucked.
"That's it, ladies, get him good and horny," Shirley called out as she and the man formed a circle on the floor around Danny and the woman. Only Cindy Wellington seemed disinterested in the obscene display. She walked over to the wall and began doing exercises in front of the full-length mirror.
Danny had never felt anything like it before. Deliciously erotic sensations began to ripple through him immediately, from the first instant the woman touched him. The paths of their searching tongues left an icy coolness in their wakes, unpleasant at first, but soon tantalizingly exciting. He closed his eyes and moaned, wondering if he would be able to save face and service the four succulent cunts. And, for the first time, he realized why Shirley had sucked his cock so lovingly in the whirlpool bath. She had WANTED to drain his scalding liquids and make sure that he would fail with the test she set for him now!
The excited blonde was calling out to him now, mocking him with her salacious words.
"Don't forget, you slimy bastard, you've got to make every one of us cum!" she giggled cruelly.
Danny closed his eyes and moaned as the three lithe, sensual bodies pressed in on him from every direction, rubbing their moist cunts against his legs, filling his mouth with ripe, quickly taut nipples of every shape and size, all the time running their hands and lips freely over his nakedly powerful body. Time and again he wanted to grab one of them and pull her lush pussy down over the swaying hardness of his quiveringly alive cock. His balls felt hard and tight, as though the torrent of juices that Shirley had drawn out with her tongue had already been replaced
Debbi was sensuously licking the pale, sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, working her way upward jn wet circles. She flicked her tongue over his balls, then took as much of the hairy sacs into her greedily sucking mouth as she could, nibbling softly and making him groan with pleasure. Next her soft lips caressed the painfully swollen shaft, finally curling around the purplish head and taking it deeply into her mouth the way she had done that night at her apartment.
She held it there just for a few moments, then abandoned her oral activities and straddled his body, poised just above his saliva-smeared cock.
"You wouldn't fuck me before, but you're going to do it now, little man," she laughed cruelly, taking his massively thick prick in her hands and beginning to rub it back and forth over the moistly warm opening of her pussy.
Danny groaned when her furry wetness ground against the charged, rubbery head of his lust-engorged cock. Teasingly she moved his pulsating thickness back and forth, almost but not quite taking it inside her with each stroke as the others in the room called out lewd encouragement to her.
Rubbing her already swollen clitoris against it, sending ecstatic waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies, then twisting her naked pelvis in a corkscrew motion, she slowly lowered herself onto his rigid column. He groaned as he felt her Warm softness slowly engulfing his hotly throbbing shaft. Leaning back and using the floor for leverage, she began slowly pumping her smooth white buttocks up and down over him.
At the same time, the sexy young blonde began to squat over his face, spreading her softly furred outer lips with her trembling fingers. Looking up, Danny could see the thinly glistening crevice of her vaginal slit, already moist and throbbing with desire.
"Sucking her doesn't count," Shirley giggled. "You've got to satisfy her with your prick! This is just a warm-up for her!"
Involuntarily, Danny licked his lips in anticipation as he felt everyone's eyes on him, watching his debauchery. With agonizing slowness, Barbara lowered herself over the hefpless man. He could smell the warmly perfumed aroma of her cuntal passage, feel the soft downy thatch of her pubic hair, and, finally, taste the sweet tartness of her velvety vaginal slit. His tongue snaked out, touching the hard little bud of her clitoris, then moved downward and began to explore the fleshy interior while she squealed with delight above him.
"He loves it, the bastard loves to eat cunt!" she cried out in triumphant, looking over at the sea of faces that were watching.
The sound of all the taunting laughter that her words evoked only added to bizarre eroticism of the scene for Danny. Slavering wetly under Barbara, he began unconsciously twisting his pelvis back and forth and up and down, in time with Debbi's now intensifying fucking movements. His whole body was charged with excitement. He felt incredibly powerful, as though he could perform any sexual feat demanded of him. Let them laugh. he thought bitterly, he would show them who was a real man! He would take on the whole goddamned bunch and still come back for more!
Suddenly Debbi began to lurch up and down on his desire swollen rod, emitting short gasps. His pelvis moved with her, bouncing up and down, lifting her off the floor with each stroke. Above him, Barbara wriggled faster and faster, twisting and spreading her legs, forcing his wetly quivering tongue deeper and deeper up into her shuddering cuntal passage.
"HURRY, DEBBI," Eve called out as she knelt beside them and waited for her turn. The heavy-breasted redhead was almost out of her mind with desire. For a moment she was tempted to try and get one of the other muscle men to fuck her. She looked over at them with lust in her eyes. Shirley saw the glance and shook her head, wanting Eve to save this for the man on the floor under the two demanding women.
"MMMMMNNNNNN . . . OOOOOHHHHHH!" Debbi moaned, her huge breast jumping around as she undulated her pelvis around Danny's cock, feeling his scalding hardness far up inside her belly.
"OH, I CAN'T WAIT!" Barbara suddenly squealed, feeling her tongue-induced orgasm approach with galvanic intensity. "SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK MEEEEEEEE!"
Debbi's wails joined Barbara's, and it seemed to Danny that the room was alive with lewdly writhing, screaming females. Her cunt contracted around his cock and she ground her hairy pubic bone down against his own pelvis just as Barbara released a flood of spicy cunt juice into his mouth. For one split second Danny was about to relax his body and let his own climax explode. Then, suddenly, he realized that he would have to hold off until he had satisfied these four demented females. Making a herculean effort of will, he forced himself to wait.
Eventually, Debbi's furious fucking motions subsided, then ceased altogether. She slid off his cock and fell heavily onto the floor beside him, totally gratified. His relief lasted only a few seconds, however, for Barbara lost no time in sliding her cunt down over his hairy chest and impaling himself on his rigid prick, while the redhead named Eve took her place over his glistening face.
In a moment his mouth and his cock were covered by sweet cuntal flesh again.
Oh my God! Danny moaned, his chest heaving, his hard-muscled body covered with sweat and sticky female secretions. I'll never make it! I can't do it!
It was Cindy Wellington's turn to get into the act. As soon as she saw Debbi stretched out on the floor, her long legs spread wide apart, her furry cunt gaping, she moved quickly over in front of the woman and knelt down, fondling the wetly twitching cunt with her gentle but erotic fingers.
"Mind if I eat you out now?" she whispered to Debbi.
"Shit, no!" Debbi gasped, reaching up and grasping Cindy's head between her fingers, guiding it down between her legs, feeling the burning touch of the lesbian's wetly searching tongue. "EAT MEEEEEE!"
It was too much for Shirley.
The beautiful blonde had been watching with unbearable fascination as Danny Robinson was forced to service the heated cunts hovering over his thickly-muscled body. Her own pussy was a raging inferno of desire, sopping wet, clenching and twitching out of control now. She wanted to fuck ... wanted to have every hard male cock ramming into some part of her madly quivering body.
"All right, you bastards!" she called out wantonly to the four men at her side. "It's our turn to fuck! Who's going to be first to take me?"
She swiveled her body around until she was on all fours, her nakedly glistening cunt spread wide apart, her dilated pussy-lips fluttering wildly.
Art reached her first, his cock already hard and throbbing as he came around behind her and shoved the thick rod home with one furious lunge. She screamed out with the pleasure-pain of his brutal entry, and then arched her back and began to fuck back at him with every ounce of erotic determination she possessed. The heavy rod ripped and plunged and pistoned its way in and out of her, sucked tightly by the moistly coral lips of her pussy.
Whitey moved to the spot in front of her, his cock bobbing rigidly, erect and ready. Without hesitation he guided it toward her lips. Shirley swiftly parted her scarlet slash, her tongue slithering around the bulging head, sucking on it hungrily, eagerly. The wildly pulsating prick went deep into her throat, and her cheeks contracted as her lips lovingly worked up and down the lustMnflamed shaft while Art furiously fucked into her pussy from behind.
Suddenly she wanted more.
Holding her weight on one powerful arm, she motioned for Josh to stretch out alongside her. The youth did so immediately, almost overwhelmed from the obscene fucking and sucking that was going on all around him.
Moaning around the huge prick stuffed in her mouth, her hips working frantically back to draw in the massive cock that fucked into her from behind, the desire-crazed girl grabbed Josh's cock and began masturbating him, pulling at the swollen prick without mercy.
Shirley felt herself coming almost immediately. She tensed for a moment, feeling the powerful spasms rolling through her quaking cunt, then her body exploded again in a wild bucking and humping that brought a smile of triumph to Art's face as he pumped his huge cock in and out of the juicy split.
Then it was Whitey's turn. His balls tingled with pleasure as his juices shot up through his cock and out the dilated tip, flooding the beautiful blonde's mouth and throat with the salty-sweet fluids. She gulped them down hungrily, her fingers never missing a beat on Josh's burning prick.
She could hardly focus her eyes when Whitey pulled his still dripping cock from her mouth. Shaking her head in wonder, she looked down to where Danny lay beneath the two women.
Eve was astride Danny's cock now, with the young blonde Barbara stretched out on the floor beside Debbi. Cindy's hands were fondling Barbara's satiated cunt while her tongue continued to snake in and out of Debbi's pussy.
It was the wildest, most sensual sight that Shirley had ever even imagined. She felt Art's cock slipping out of her still-clenched cunt, and cried out aloud in frustration.
Frantically she looked around for some new lover. Only Billy was left. As soon as their eyes met, the handsome youth crawled over to Shirley and began pawing her lust-swollen breasts with his powerful fingers, moaning as his thick cock jerked up against his hairy belly.
"LET ME FUCK YOU NOW, SHIRLEY," he begged, his eyes wild with lust.
She nodded, giving Josh's pulsating prick one last quick pumping motion. The gigantic rod suddenly erupted in a maddening flow of sticky juices that shot up into the air, hung there for a moment, then fell with an obscene series of SPLATS on his naked stomach. He lay there with his eyes closed, groaning suddenly as the young blonde Barbara moved over to where he lay and began sucking out the rest of his delicious cum with her mouth.
"I want to fuck you like Danny's fucking Eve," she growled, her voice charged with uncontrollable lust.
Motioning for Billy to stretch out on his back, she quickly straddled him, reaching between his legs for his thickly rigid cock and guiding it to the glistening mouth of her cum-drenched pussy. She rubbed it up and down the softly-fringed split until it found its target.
Then, slowly lowering herself onto its pulsing thickness, feeling the lust-inflamed rod slipping deep up into her heated cuntal softness, she began to rock back and forth on top of him, feeling his wiry pubic hair rub excitedly against the madly throbbing little bud of her clitoris.
She twisted her nakedly trembling buttocks sideways with each rising motion of her passion-fired young body, torturing his deeply imprisoned cock still further up inside her.
She prayed that he wouldn't come too soon. She wanted this mad pleasure to last forever. There were only so many cocks in the room, and she wanted them all for herself.
The obscenely impaled young blonde could see Eve pumping her hips up and down on Danny's exhausted cock, could see the expression of pure torture on Danny's face, and it thrilled her. At the same time, Barbara was noisily sucking Josh's turgid cock while Cindy had moved up behind the girl and was thrusting her long tongue in and out of the trembling female's widely-stretched cunt.
Moans and screams of pure animal joy echoed around the room. As soon as Cindy had moved away from Debbi's pussy, Whitey and Art had closed on the sex-crazed woman, one of them filling her gaping pussy with his cock, the other muscle-builder squatting atop her face and forcing her to suck his white hot prick.
The sound of flesh slapping against excited flesh, the noise of tongues slurping obscenely over cocks and cunts, drove Shirley wild.
Shirley felt like one huge, gaging cunt as she drove her succulent slit up and down on Billy's powerful prick, grinding her hairy muff against his pubic bone, loving the pleasure and pain that it gave her. She screamed with delirious ecstasy, bucking up and down, back and forth, from side to side, wanting more of the delicious male meat.
Suddenly she knew that she had to have someone thrusting his prick into the only orifice in her body that hadn't yet been ravaged.
"JOSH, GET AROUND BEHIND ME, DARLING," she demanded, ignoring the looked of deprivation that suddenly flashed across Barbara's face at the thought of her mouth losing it's beautiful treasure. "COME ON, HURRY, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME IN THE ASS!"
Josh responded immediately, pushing the younger blonde away, watching for a moment as she crawled over to where Cindy sat and spread out beside the lesbian, kissing her passionately on the mouth.
"You really mean it, Shirley?" Josh asked incredulously when he was in place behind her. "I can really fuck you in the asshole?"
"Do it! Quit talking and do it!" she squealed, bending over so that her massive breasts were pressed against the hard flesh of Billy's chest. She continued to screw her hotly grasping pussy down on Billy's upthrusting cock as Josh's fingers began to pry apart the perspiring crevice of her buttocks.
She wailed in rapture when she felt his weight pressing against her back as Billy fucked up from below. Josh spread a powerful arm under her quaking belly and held her tightly in place. She felt the fingers of his free hand spreading wide the soft, smooth cheeks of her buttocks, then the pressure of his lust-inflamed cock against her tender, virginal asshole. She sighed and tried to make herself relax, but as the massively swollen cockhead popped up inside her tiny anus she instinctively tightened her rectal muscles against the pain.
"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she screamed. She felt as if she were being split apart as Josh slowly and relentlessly pushed his cock inside her pain-racked hole. In a moment it was all the way inside her, his testicles slapping obscenely against her thighs.
She was tempted to order him to take the pain-giving cock out again, but she knew she had to experience this lewd way of lovemaking. The hot, fiery agony of his cruel penetration coursed wildly through her doubly impaled loins as the tormented blonde bit hard on her lower lips to keep from screaming again.
"Take it easy, honey," Billy whispered to her soothingly, ceasing his own powerful thrusts until Shirley could adjust to the additional pressure in her crotch. "It'll only take a minute to get used to it. Then it'll feel great."
Then, as the panting bodybuilder behind her began to slowly fuck in and out of her helplessly skewered rectum, the pain went away, almost as quickly as it had come. Her burning anus became just another mouth or cunt, eagerly gulping in the throbbing intruder. She felt it slip deeply up again in her aching back passage, and the tingling smack of his testicles against her trembling, widespread asscheeks.
Billy saw the expression of pure lust replacing the pain on her face, and he resumed his furious upward movements. Deep within her nakedly writhing belly she could feel the lust-maddened cocks of the two men pounding hard against the fragile membrane which was the only separation between the two steamy orifices. She hunched her body and thrust it back and down, taking them both deep within her, squealing with ecstasy at this new and exciting pleasure.
"FUCK ME!" she moaned, her long blonde hair flying around her face as she twisted and bucked in a deadly dance of sexual insanity. "OH, FUCK MEEEEEEEE!"
She began to work her straining buttocks up and down, felt one rigidly throbbing cock drawing out of her scalding pussy as the other fucked deeper into her widely-stretched rectum, and then the movement was reversed. She thought the two passages would burst from the heavy load of thick male meat ravaging her, and perspiration streamed down her lovely body as she began to pant and moan uncontrollably with each wild lunge from beneath and behind.
All around her was a sea of glistening naked bodies, arms and legs twisted and tangled, mouths against cocks and cunts, pricks straining, testicles aching as new demands were made upon them.
Danny was lying on his back with his arms and legs spread wide, his prick deflated and lifeless against one hard-muscled thigh. Eve had finished with him and was now in a lewd embrace with one of the other men ... Shirley couldn't tell who.
MY MOUTH! the sex-crazed Shirley thought wildly. I WANT A COCK IN MY MOUTH! Only in this obscene way would she feel totally liberated from all the inhibitions and taboos of the past. She had taken her body and mind to the very brink of sexual madness, now she wanted to plunge over the abyss into a swirling sea where pleasures never ended, where ecstasy was all that mattered.
As if by magic. Art suddenly materialized in front of her, his cum-dripping cock hard and throbbing. She grabbed for it wildly, guiding it to her screaming lips, sucking it into her throat, her tongue racing around the pungent flesh and drawing strength from Art's virility.
Now she was impaled three ways. She gasped and snorted through distended nostrils and sucked and fucked hard against all the pricks which violated her body. They were all sawing back and forth inside her now, and she suddenly felt both Billy and Josh getting longer and thicker, followed by the white hot gushing of male sperm splashing lewdly in both her cunt and her rectum at the same instant. She clenched her cuntal walls, milking Billy, then tightening her anal sphincter to draw out the furious torrents of creamy white semen from Josh's overheated prick.
Then Art was cumming in her mouth, and she was savagely sucking him dry, gulping down his salty-sweet fluids and loving every drop of them.
Screams echoed in her ears, her own among them, as the tempo of the maddening orgy increased. Only Danny Robinson was silent. He lay there on his back and watched with a troubled fascination as bodies came together again and again in a never-ending mass of quivering flesh and gentials.
He could see Shirley being battered from in front, beneath, and behind. Sweat was pouring off her glistening body as she writhed and twisted out of control. Her cheeks seemed to balloon out from the flood of Art's semen, but there was a strange expression of total and complete ecstasy on her lust-contorted face at the same time.
He continued to watch until the three male bodies pulled away from her still writhing flesh. Then, with a mounting sense of horror, he watched Shirley turn her attention to him.
The beautiful blonde's face was a mask of insane desire, her scarlet lips swollen and glistening with hot semen, her eyes glazed with lust, her features contorted into a grimmace of pure carnal mania.
She began crawling through the writhing, twisting bodies toward where he lay, making little moaning sounds that assaulted his ears even as her eyes assaulted his lifeless cock.
In a moment a hush fell over the room as everyone seemed to sense what was about to happen. Every eye was turned toward him.
"You haven't satisfied me yet," Shirley whispered, brushing a limp strand of damp blonde hair away from her face as she knelt beside his panting body.
"Oh, Shirley," he moaned and pleaded helplessly, trying to shove her away. "I can't! For God's sake, give me a few minutes to recover, will you?"
She began to laugh viciously, turning to look at the faces of the others.
"You hear that?" she cried out, her whole body shaking with cruel mirth, her beautiful breast-mounds jiggling up and down as she spoke. "He screws three broads and he's too exhausted to go on!"
Turning back to Danny, she reached down and grabbed his limp cock in one hand, slowly pumping back and forth on the swollen organ, trying to bring it to life.
"You fraud, you goddamned phony!" she sneered, increasing the pressure of her fingers. "I thought you said you were a real man! Any goddamned horny punk kid off the street could fuck better than you did!"
"I'm sorry, Shirley," he moaned, bitter tears of failure welling up in his eyes as she continued to stare down at him while she caressed his prick.
Suddenly Barbara was beside her, her hot little mouth twitching with anticipation.
"Let me get him hard for you, Shirley," the young blonde girl said lewdly, winking at Danny. "He'll screw you, I promise it. I can wake up a dead man with my mouth!"
Shirley hesitated for a moment and then nodded, letting go of Danny's prick, moving away to allow Barbara to smother the limp mass of male meat with her hungry mouth.
She had accomplished what she'd set out to do, she realized. Danny Robinson was crushed, both physically and psychologically. He had admitted defeat in front of all the others! As soon as she was through with him she would kick him out of the gym on his ass. Men were a dime a dozen now. She could have her choice of a hundred exquisitely shaped males, all of them hard-muscled and perfect.
Behind her she could hear people starting to fuck and suck again. The sounds they made with their bodies was like music to her sex-crazed ears. Looking down at Barbara working her mouth eagerly over Danny's hardening cock, she felt her cunt starting to tingle with desire again. In a moment the miserable bastard will be hard enough to fuck me, she thought triumphantly.
She could hardly wait for the feel of a stiff male cock sliding up into the velvety depths of her pussy again. Her nipples were stiff and hard, her clitoris bloated with lust, her whole body trembling with renewed arousal.
Just a few days before this had all been a crazy pornographic fantasy for her. Now it was real-alive and vibrant! Never again would she have to face the bitter frustrations which had almost driven her to the brink of sexual despair.
This is what she had lived for-this is what she would live for in the future.
She groaned in ecstasy as she pushed Barbara's mouth away from Danny Robinson's now stiff cock and straddled his quivering body, smiling down at the expression of misery on his face.
Grabbing his prick and brushing it sensuously through the gaping wetness of her steaming cunt, she began to chuckle loudly.
Then, as she plunged her pussy down over the pole of hard male meat, she gave an eerie scream of pure rapture.
