Natural Girls - All I wanted was a double cheeseburger and a good
fucking (humil, mild bd, oral, mast)

It must have been just dumb luck that I moved into the condo that
I did.  I liked the view of the city from my seventh floor
balcony, but what I really liked was the women.  The place was
crawling with them, usually scantily clad and Lycra covered.  It
was only after I got settled in that I learned of the women's
health club on the third floor, the entire third floor.  The
health food diner on the first floor and the health club
membership probably generated more revenue for the landlord than
the condo association fees.  Christine lived three doors down
from me.  I was always meeting her and her friends on the
elevator when I got back from work.  They were usually soaked
with sweat from their workout sessions or their aerobics classes.


Walking into the lobby after another long day of work, I spotted
Christine and three of her friends, sweaty and still dressed in
Lycra, exit the elevator and head toward the diner.  She saw me
as well.

"Hi Doug," she said with a wave.  "Care to join us for some
dinner?"

"Ah, okay.  Sure, why not.  I've never been in a health food
diner before."

Christine introduced me to her friends, who I didn't remember
ever seeing before, Amy, Martha and April.  Amy had just moved
into a condo on the twelfth floor and Martha and April were
helping her settle in.  The diner was a seat yourself place with
a cafeteria style food buffet.  The room was packed with women. 
If it hadn't been for the occasional male face that I spotted
here and there, I would have sworn the place was a lesbian sports
bar. It smelled like it too, a mix of sweat and various feminine
body odors covered over by several different perfumes, depending
on where one stood in the room.  And it had to be the noisiest
diner I had ever walked into in my life, not from the background
music, but from all of the women trying to talk over one another.

We took an empty table Amy spotted in the middle of the room and
went to get our food.  Salad, fruit, steamed vegetables, yogurt,
and grilled fish were the main menu items.

"Hum, no cheeseburgers," I said to Amy.

She looked shocked by my comment.  "Of course not, silly.  That
stuff will clog your arteries," she replied with a scoff.

"Heaven forbid," I muttered.  I went with salad and fruit and
returned to our table.  A male waiter came by to take our drink
orders.

"Coke?" I asked.

"Ah, no, sorry sir, no sugary soft drinks," he replied.

"Ah, okay, ice water then."

A woman at the table next to ours got the waiter's attention to
ask for more iced tea by grabbing his ass cheek.  Nice job perk,
I thought, getting your ass squeezed by horny women all evening.
I admired his self control.  I'm not sure I could keep a limp
dick under the same circumstances.

As we consumed our low cal, low carb, low fat, low taste meals,
the women engaged in side conversations which I couldn't hear,
because of the sheer volume of the noise around me, occasionally
stealing glances at me and smiling and giggling.  Thankfully, it
didn't take us long to finish eating, otherwise I was going to
lose my hearing for the rest of the evening, as well as my sense
of smell.  Back in the lobby, Christine took my elbow.

"Care to come to my place for some fun?" she asked.

"Sure, I'd like that," I replied.  Visions of wild, raw, naked
sex filled my head on the ride up in the elevator.  The bulge in
the front of my pants was becoming noticeable, and not just to
me, judging from the glances being thrown my way.  Hiding it was
all but impossible.  Christine and I got off on our floor.

"See you later," she said to Amy, Martha and April.

Once inside her place, I found it a bit Spartan, just basic
furniture and lacking in accessories and wall hangings.  When we
got to one of the secondary bedrooms, I found out why.  It was a
self contained mini-gym.  She had spent a considerable amount of
money on exercise equipment, mats, hand weights, wall to wall
mirrors and other assorted workout stuff.

"Let's get some exercise," she said with a sly grin as she
removed her top and sports bra.  Before I could touch, much less
kiss, the stiff pair of nipples staring up at me, she pulled my
shirt up and over my head and got down on her knees and unbuckled
my belt and pulled my zipper down.  My pants and briefs came down
together in one tug as my erection struck her on her forehead.  
I lifted each foot as my shoes and socks were removed and tossed
aside and my pants then tossed into a corner of the room.

She sat in front of me, her ass resting on her heels, staring at
my cock head.  My mind was screaming 'Please, please, please suck
it.  Please, please'.  I thought my wish was about to come true
when she grabbed the head, but then quickly stood up.  After some
sort of judo move, I found myself lying on my back, a pair of
hard nipples swaying back and forth, poking me in the eyes.  The
body odor was almost overwhelming.

"I think your deodorant has given out," I said, "You need a
shower."

"I don't put chemicals on my body," she replied.  "Besides, I
took a shower yesterday.  If I take one now, I'll only have to
take another after we're done."

I conceded the point when she wiggled her body downward a bit and
stuck her tongue in my mouth, my cock poking her still Lycra
covered ass.

"Now for the fun part," she said.  She reached over and grabbed a
rubber exercise rope and tied it to my left wrist, then secured
the other end to one of her exercise machines.

"What?" I asked.

"Relax," she said, "You're going to enjoy this."  She took my
cock head into her mouth and starting working it with her lips
and tongue.

"Oh yeah," I whimpered, "I'm definitely going to enjoy this."

But then, she suddenly stopped, grabbed another rubber exercise
rope and secured my other wrist to another machine, spreading my
arms out so I looked like a capital T.  Her shorts and thong
underwear came off in a single swoop and were tossed aside. 
Standing over me, her legs spread wide, her shaved pussy hanging
directly over my face, my cock twitching up and down in
anticipation, she asked "You ready?"

"Absolutely!" I cried.  The door bell rang.

"Be right back," she whispered.

"What?  You're going to answer that?"

"Of course I am, be right back."  She came back a few moments
later with Amy, Martha and April.

"You started without us?" Amy asked.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," Christine replied.  "The bulge in
his pants was too much for me."

Martha giggled.  "Given the size of that dick, I can see why." 
Everyone laughed, giggled or smiled, including me.  Hot damn, I
was thinking, I'm gonna get to do all four of them.

"Can I go first?" April asked.  Christine smiled and nodded. 
Works for me, I thought, smiling also.  Amy, Martha and April
stripped off their clothes and all four of them sat down beside
me.  Christine and Martha started gently massaging my cock and
balls, Amy pinched my nipples while April planted her pussy on my
face.  The smell was nauseating.  Not only had she not showered
since her workout, but I don't think she wiped her ass or pussy
all day either.

"Jesus, don't you guys ever wash?" I protested.

"Hey, be nice," Christine said, squeezing my nut sack, hard,
causing me to noticeably jerk my hips.  I got the message.  I was
to shut up and let them do as they pleased, without complaining,
or lose the use of my balls.

Amy started grinding and sliding her filthy clit, pussy slit and
asshole across my mouth and nose.  She was soaking wet in a
couple of minutes, staring up at the ceiling and moaning.  A
couple of minutes later she squealed and tensed as her juices
dribbled into my mouth and down my chin and neck.  They each took
a turn.  Any attempt by me to turn my head to avoid the smell
earned me a ball squeeze from Christine.  I noticed a tampon
string dangling from Martha's pussy.

"You gonna remove your tampon?" I asked.

"Why would I do that?  What?  You don't like the smell or taste
of a woman?  You'd rather suck a man?" she asked sarcastically. 
Christine frowned and squeezed my balls again, hard.  I thought I
was going to throw up by the time Martha finally came, filling my
nostrils with her slimy juice.

During the first round of face plants, my cock and balls had been
continuously, but lightly, stroked.  Whenever I got close to
cumming, as evidenced by my twitching cock, Christine would
squeeze the blood from the engorged head and say "Not yet, baby."
The second round was the same as the first, only it took longer
for each to come.  The order this time was Amy, Martha and then
April.  The other difference was each of them disappeared when
they finished and were no longer giving my cock any attention.

I could hear the shower running in an adjacent bedroom, the
master I guessed.  Laughter filled the other room.  They were
apparently showering together, scrubbing each other clean, while
I continued to lie on the mat, smelling like a dead dog.

"Christine," one of them called out, "the bottle of aloe body
wash is empty."

"There's another under the vanity," she replied, never pausing
her sliding across my mouth and nose.

"Found it," came the response.

A few minutes later, Christine tensed again, let out a low,
guttural scream and dumped another shot of juice into my mouth
and down my neck.  She sat where she was, motionless, catching
her breath, all of her upper body weight pressing on my face.  I
had to turn my head to breath.  The shower water stopped, but the
giggling and laughter continued from the other bedroom. 
Christine finally slid off of my head and sat down next to me.

"I guess it's your turn now," she said. "I hate the taste of cum,
so don't expect me to suck you.  And don't expect me to kiss that
slimy face of yours either."  She wiped some of the mess off of
my neck and cheeks, added some spit from her mouth, spread the
mix on my cock head and balls and started to give me a gentle
hand job.  The other women, dressed in clean clothes, stuck their
heads in the door.

"Bye, Doug."

"It was fun."

"Definitely."

"Can we do it again sometime?"

"Sure, be my pleasure," I replied, with a fake grin on my lips. 
The three of them left, thanking Christine, but not me, for a
really, really good time.

"You were great," Christine said.  "You really want to do this
again?"

"Sure," I replied, faking another grin.  What else was I going to
say?  My wrists were still tied with rubber ropes and she still
had her hand on my balls.  She smiled and more vigorously pumped
my cock head.  I came a few moments later, with Christine
directing my cock so that the huge load of cum sprayed all over
my chest and stomach.  She finally untied the rubber ropes.

"Now you need a shower," she said with a giggle.  "But, would you
mind doing that at your own place?  I hate the smell of cum,"
turning up her nose and looking away.  I got up, wiped the cum
from my chest with my underwear and quickly put my pants and
shirt back on.  I let myself out and tiptoed to my own place
before anyone else saw me.

Once in the shower, I scrubbed my face and neck until they were
rubbed raw.  It took a week to get the smell out of my nose and
it would come back, at least I thought it did, whenever I walked
past the diner.  I spent the next two weeks avoiding Christine
and Amy as best I could.  I didn't answer the door and let the
answering machine take my calls.  I was getting one or two calls
a day asking for another suck session, with promises of even more
women willing to participate.  When they cornered me in the
elevator or lobby, I lied and said I had other plans or was
meeting someone else.  After about a month, they quit asking.

Returning from work one evening, I stopped by a fast food
restaurant on the way home.  While waiting for the elevator in
the lobby, food bags in hand, a slightly plump woman in a tight
fitting dress and CFM heels came and stood next to me and waited
for the elevator as well.  I kept stealing glances at her well
endowed chest and she kept stealing glances at my food bags.  The
two of us entered the elevator alone.

"What's in the bags?" she asked.

"Dinner.  Two double cheeseburgers, extra large fries and a
chocolate shake."

She kept glancing at my dinner, I kept glancing at her chest. 
The outline of her nipples was becoming more pronounced.

"Would you like to share it?" I asked.  "I probably have enough
for two, if you can add a dessert, but I don't think the shake is
big enough for both of us."

"That's okay," she replied.  "I have a 2 liter Coke in the frig.
How about mint chocolate chip ice cream for dessert?"

"My favorite," I said, with a laugh.

"Mine too," she replied, grinning broadly.





  
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