Renewed and Invigorated Page 2
April kept her eyes on things in the usual manner. She tended to walk the floor a lot more now. Before Tanner, she'd been in such a funk she was barely aware of her surroundings.
Back at her desk for a bit, she let her eyes continue to wander. There were perhaps ten clients in the gym right then. It was the middle of the afternoon, still well before things would pick up around four.
Her senses seemed to be heightened. The clang of weights and the thudding slap of feet on treadmills. The scent of fresh sweat and a little stale BO as well as disinfectant and something vaguely musty coming from the AC vents.
And the visual of every bunched muscle and glistening expanse of skin. Two men were in tight spandex shorts (one shirtless). The three elements of their cock and balls were easy to discern. She tried not to stare. Wasn't entirely successful.
For that matter, all three women were in unitards or tight shorts. Unlike April, some version of a panty or thong could be seen under each. Still, the toe of the camel was occasionally revealed.
The men in looser shorts weren't to be dismissed. Though several must have been wearing briefs or jock staps underneath, April was sure at least two weren't. One was on the treadmill and she could see his tackle bouncing against the fabric quite clearly.
Why had she never taken notice of all these details before?
Finally, there was the man on the 'lat pulldown machine. There'd been a split second when she happened to be looking that the leg of his shorts had gapped just right and she'd seen a darkly-haired testicle.
Bonus; the guy was built and shirtless.
It wasn't until he got up to move to another machine that she realized she was rocking her clit against her fingers while she stared.
When he went to the same pull-up bar April had performed on earlier, she took it as a sign. She stood and hurried in his direction.
When he lept and grabbed the bar, his back and shoulders flexing, she actually stumbled it made her so horny.
He completed two slow, steady pulls and then felt her hand on his thigh. He hung and peered down at her. "Is there a problem?" he asked, honestly not knowing what she wanted.
April licked her lips. His skin was hot to the touch. "How many are you going to do?" she asked.
"I planned on forty."
Her hand stroked his thigh and it made his feet wiggle at the sensation. "I want to watch. I'll count for you." Her hand went a little higher. "Then I want you to fuck me."
He was still for a moment, looking her up and down. Then he pulled himself up and touched his chin to the bar. "Three" April said. As he descended, her hand slid around to squeeze his ass. Under his shorts.
He went up and down again, her hand following along. "Four."
At ten, she let her hand slide between his thighs. He nearly lost his grip and his legs twitched that weird way that happens when someone pinches your thigh.
But he continued. At twenty, one of her hands began tracing the tight grooves of his abs. The other brushed his balls.
Before he reached thirty, he was rock hard and she was holding his shaft. "Wow, that's a thick piece of meat." She said. "Thirty-two."
The repetitions were no longer easy. He paused a moment, gathering strength for the next few. She asked, "What's your name?"
"Lucas," he grunted as his chin touched again.
"Thirty-three. I'm April," she said. Her hand wrapped around his fat, drooling nob. The feel made her salivate. "Thirty-four. Lucas, will you eat my pussy first and make me cum?"
He kind of whimpered. She counted off the next before he answered. "Fuck, I'll eat you till you beg for my cock." He gripped the bar hard and surged up again.
"Thirty-six. Wait one second," she got in front of him and reached up to his shoulder. She eyed the bar. "Hold on tight, I'm going to boost myself up there." She held his shoulder with one hand and jumped, reaching for the bar with her other.
Lucas took the moment of weight and watcher her. She made it, her shorter arms placing her chin at eye level. "Can you do another?" she asked, hanging, pressed against his body.
The angle and weight meant she was pulled close against him. She felt his hard pecs flex against her ribcage as he rose. He, in turn, felt the hot little points of her barely-concealed nipples drag across his clavicle and down his chest.
When they were eye to eye, their gazes locked for a moment. Lucas had never seen such raw lust in a woman. April, in turn, was sucked in by his naked hunger.
At the same time, his hard nob hung up against her crotch. Grinning as he pulled himself the rest of the way up, she wiggled her hips and coaxed it to find it's way past her mound and begin to slide up her stomach.
It all felt just as good as he eased his way down, trembling with effort and need.
"Thirty-seven," she said. This time, he pulled himself up strongly. His cock battered it's way past her groin and she almost lost her grip.
On the way down, her tongue darted out and caught his lips and the tip of his nose.
"Thirty-eight." This time, as their eyes met, she bent her arms and followed him. She kissed him, tongue aggressive. Their foreheads hit the bar and they both giggled into each other's mouths. By mutual consent, they went back down.
Those long arms of his were too fatigued to halt his descent and he had to leave her lips behind as she reached full extension before him. "Thirty-nine," she whispered.
As he began his final pull up, April wrapped her legs around his waist. Their grip was so tight. Eyes wide, he stared into her as she locked lips with him again. She began to lift him. Urging him up to the final touch to the bar.
They parted so that they both could properly touch their chins, gazing at one another over the bar. "Forty," she said.
Going back down, she let him begin to take her weight through her legs. Holding his gaze, she somehow communicated to him that she was going to let go. And she did.
For a couple of seconds, he hung at full extension with April wrapped around him. He supported both their weights. She teasingly licked his earlobe and said, "What are you waiting for?" she jerked her head in the direction of the massage room. "Let's get to it."
Legs around his waist and hands hooked behind and over his shoulders. She clung to him tightly. Mustering a measure of courage, he let himself drop.
If it had been any more than six inches to the ground, it wouldn't have worked. But Lucas flexed his knees then took a large balancing step but was able to take both their weights.
April immediately locked her lips to his. With the way she was pressed against him, he could feel her soaking crotch against his stomach. Grasping her rock-hard ass, Lucas trotted to the massage room.
Lucas banged through the door. April reached behind him to flip on the light. Before the door had closed itself, he had her on the table. Without a word, he wrestled her pants off.
She spread herself before his hungry eyes. She smirked and said, "The buffet is open."
He grabbed her calves and pushed her legs back. Way back. "Oh!" she said, taken off guard. Hi pinned her feet back past the gymnast's ears. He locked eyes with her. He lowered his mouth to her upturned sushi plate and swept his tongue up her slice.
April crooned and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Then Lucas devoured her.
It was the first time anyone had ever gone down on April. She absolutely lost her mind. She came quickly. "Oh God! Christ that's amazing. Don't stop!" She craned her head forward. The contortionist's pose allowed her to see her own pussy lips.
Lucas was lapping her convulsing pussy like half a mango. She both felt and saw the way his nose was buried between her lips, it's bridge nudging her little clit.
She was very lucky that Lucas was a life-long pussy hound. When she'd first asked him to eat her pussy, his mouth had flooded with need. He was delighted she had cum so quickly. She was hot and sweet, her nectar dripping off his chin.
He sure as hell wasn't going to stop. With his hands on her little ass, he tried to worm his tongue even deeper into her honey hole, seeking her G-spot.
She came again when he found it. The little slut's cunt grabbed hold of his pink digger.
"Shit oh shit oh shit, what's happening to me?" she keened.
Lucas kicked out of his shorts but he knew he was sure to get another quick orgasm out of the little firecracker. Her last one hadn't really ended yet but he moved his focus up a couple inches. He locked his whole mouth around her mound and used his teeth to grind his bottom lip up against her clit.
"Fuck!" she screamed, bucking against him and half falling off the far side of the table.
Lucas stood upright. He'd already realized the table was an awkward height but the receptionist petite and contorted form gave him an amazing idea. Something he'd always wanted to try.
He located the point of balance along the curve of her back. Bracing, he lifted her.
She still had her feet behind her head. Her eyes got big as the stud lifted her entirely off the table with just the strength of his arms. Every muscle of his upper body was on display.
She grabbed his biceps, mostly to secure her balance but also to feel the power pumping through them. She wasn't even giving any thought to what he intended to do.
The blunt spear of his fat cock made contact with her drooling cunt and her already-wide eyes tried to jump out of their sockets.
In a single firm movement, he slid her body down onto his throbbing rod until her dripping labia were plastered against his groin. "Fuck, you're tight," he exclaimed through gritted teeth. With an act of pure strength, he lifted her folded body several inches and then lowered her again,
Lucas looked half mad with lust. He had the perfect sex-toy in his hands. Hot, tight, wet and compact. He used April to stroke his cock.
It was a race between lust and physical stamina. Would his arms give out before he could bust open inside her?
"Holy fuck, I can't believe what you're doing to me. Yeah!" she shouted. "Just use my fucking cunt!" As he powered her back and forth along his cock, she rocked and swayed her weight a bit, churning his fat stick in her tight hole.
"I'm going to fucking gush all over your cock!" she squealed excitedly. "Cum with me. God damn you gorgeous stud, fill me. I want to feel you explode inside me."
The fact is, he reached climax while she was talking.
Lucas held her tight to hips and blasted right onto her cervix. She finally let her legs come forward. She wrapped them powerfully around his waist as they both came their asses off.
April's pussy had a mind of its own, milking his buried bone for every drop. The little hard-bodied powerhouse lifted her body with her muscular core, crushing his spouting cock. He moaned and shook as she put her arms around his neck and twisted herself down on his rigid pole.
The rough stimulation of her clit made her see stars. It was too much, but April had never let her body tell her when to quit. She would take the sensory overload because to do less was to fail in some way.
Lucas staggered in a circle and leaned back against the table. It was too high to sit on. He needed to do something before his legs gave out. The slut was still twisting all over his horn. He'd finished cumming and so had she. They were wet as soup down there but she was still very tight around him.
And he was still completely hard. His cock didn't want to leave her.
She was is in control and was handling her own weight and riding him so his hands were free. He took a chance. Falling back, he reached one arm to the far side of the table. His back took their weight and he spun his legs up and around until he was laying on the table in a normal position.
April road the maneuver through, giggling as she bumped and spun. "Heehaa, just like riding a bull!" she shouted.
She panted her knees against his sides and sat up straight. "God I love strong men," she said, neglecting to mention how little experience she actually had. "And I love that you're still hard in me."
She grabbed his wrists and pressed his hands to her hard little tits. "Let's see just how fast I can make you cum again."
She ground and twisted and slid around on top of him, eyes closed and face in constant movement as she reveled in every bit of him. His fat cock was hitting all the places she was discovering she liked it.
Lucas was mesmerized by her perfect, powerful body. She was bronze and glistening and so obviously very horny. Her dark nipples stood out like proverbial gumdrops. He could even see the swollen pink tip of her clit every time she rose up and let his cock pull out a little.
"I have to be dreaming. You're so perfect!" he groaned.
She put her hands on his chest and stared down at him, hips in constant motion. "When you held me in your hands like a toy and fucked me so deep, god, that was hot. I'm so horny now."
She scrambled off him for a moment. She grabbed his pussy-soaked cock, thrilled by its hot girth. She ran her cheek up its length, inhaling the scent of sex. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and tasted it.
She ran her tongue around it for all of ten seconds and then needed to get it back in her snatch.
She turned away this time, reversing her riding position. It put new pressure on Lucas's dick. He put his hands on her waist and began to guide her movements. He gripped her hard, really pushing her weight around.
April's pussy held him tight and she starting groaning, ready to climax again. As nice as watching her tits had been, her lean, powerful back was gorgeous to watch. Every muscle was on display and in constant movement.
"Fuck. Just keep taking it you little slut," he snarled, bouncing her hard on his hips.
April rubbed her clit fast. "Yeah. Pound me!"
She came again but didn't pause or resist him. "Give me more of your cum!" she begged, believing him to be close.
April still had little experience with sex. Yes, he was very hard inside her. Yes, he was horny and powerful. But he had already cum and it was going to be some time until he could manage that again.
Without thought, they worked into a steady rhythm. Like being on a treadmill or rowing machine. You just keep going, eating up the miles.
In this case, as she tirelessly road him, the miles were instead marked by her climaxes.
For twenty minutes of unrelenting motion, the fit pair fucked like it was an ironman event.
April was so zoned out by the pleasure and exertion, she didn't understand what was happening when Lucas stopped lifting her in rhythm and instead held her down hard against his pelvis.
He wrapped his arms around her and forced her back down against his chest. He gripped one tit tightly and pressed his other hand across her abdomen down low so his little finger probed the top of her mound. Her legs at his sides were folded tightly under here but it was no strain for the gymnist. The new angle put heavy pressure against the front of April's ravaged hole.
"Took you longer to get me off again than you thought, huh slut?" he said as be began to release into her strained pussy.
She felt the surge of heat from his pulsing cock and whimpered as she came for possibly the tenth time. He grunted and chuckled roughly as he felt her body go tense. Inside and outside, it was like he was in contact with here every inch. The came together in a most intimate way.
To say they were spent doesn't do the aftermath justice. April's bones turned to jelly though her lungs pumped like they were still fucking. Her head lay back weakly on Lucas's chest. Her legs slid out from under her and fell to the sides of the massage table.
Just closing her mouth so she could swallow and moisten was a struggle. Her panting kept drying it out.
Lucas was in much the same state. His arms went limp down to his sides off the table. He was having trouble catching his breath. The girl's weight wasn't helping.
They both clearly heard the squelch of his softening tool falling out of her worn pussy. An unreal quantity of mingled wetness followed down April's asscrack and across his cock and groin.
He started laughing first. It may possibly have started as a cough but soon it was an uncontrollable, deep chuckle. It set April felt herself rattling atop his chest and soon was laughing along with him Tears streamed down her eyes. "I need to find a better place to fuck," she said. They continued to laugh.
It was a bit dangerous getting off the raised table in their weakened state. Lucas grabbed whatever piece of her he could reach while she shifted and rolled around. Any other time she could have lept off him any direction she chose. Hell, she might have done a handstand on his chest or something.
But as it was, she couldn't even fully lift her head. So she wiggled and rolled a bit, Lucas trying to keep her from falling, until she was on her stomach across his thighs. She finally got her feet to the floor and clung shakily to him, waiting for feeling to return to her usually indefatigable legs.
"I don't know if you technically fucked my brains out but my bones might be missing," she giggled.
Lucas was just glad to be able to breathe comfortably again. "Well, I did fuck my bone in you.... never mind, I thought there was a joke there but I got nothing."
She glared at his limp and sticky snake. "I don't see no bone."
"Ha Ha," he said and made the first attempt to sit up. It failed.
Several minutes later, they were still shaking, mopping up the table and their bodies with the towels provided by the massage room. They knew they both reeked.
Reluctantly, April got back into her tights and sports bra. She needed a shower very, very badly but had already been away from her desk way too long. She didn't think she was actually going to get away with this and was starting to worry.
Awkward now, she kissed his cheek. "It was a blast, stud. Sorry, I need to get back out there. Wait a minute or two before following?"
He nodded tiredly. He felt like they should say more but words wouldn't come. "More like ten, probably. I don't think I trust my legs yet. I'm going to be sore in the morning."
April gave a tug to the crotch of her pants. "You're telling me." And she slipped out.
*****
April noticed enough glances and outright stares from the gym's patrons to know some of them had noticed her departure and suspected what she had been doing. But no one seemed inclined to make an issue of it.
The looks, some of them by appraising male eyes, excited her but she knew she'd be having no more adventures that day.
She'd quickly realized that her pussy was very sore. She could barely put her legs together.
It was worse the next day. She decided to wear comfortable underwear beneath the yoga pants and a T-shirt... she didn't want to draw hungry eyes because she didn't want to think about sex.
It was, like, three whole days before she felt well enough to find something to fuck. She decided it was time to try out Tinder.
She rubbed herself off five times while paging through candidates and began a quick digital dance with a few likely prospects.
She was really looking forward to making love in a bed for a change.