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   Adult writing by Marc 2007
   THE TRAINING OF A WOMAN
   Her fingers traced her slit and paused at her clit.  She stopped
abruptly, stepped into her skirt.  Julie had to hurry to the gym.  A new
training program would be presented to her this evening.
   On the bus, she sat down in one of the last rows to get some privacy. 
Most guys want us for our looks, our bodies, our pussy, she thought.  The
visit to the gym was all about to keep her body in shape.  To be attractive
and wanted by men was her goal.
   Julie's sexual drought and thoughts made her restless in the bus chair.
Masturbation is no long-term solution, she wasn't sure if the journey would
be long enough for a quick fix.
   In the bus, she felt as if nearing climax without pussy even being
touched.
   The bus cam to a stop.  The traffic was dense.  They had to stand
waiting for twenty minutes.  While waiting, she lowered her panties and
began to spread that surrounded her cunt all over her puffy pussy lips.
   Her arrival was greeted by a group of men, not one, but a handful.  The
leader told, her program was a part of a trainers training program.  That
explained the size of the group.  "There would be eventually more later in
the evening," he explained.
   Julie was told to lay back on the exercise bench and start lifting
weights.  The male trainers were assembled around her, watching her,
studying her naked legs and how the short denim skirt was moving up, higher
and higher as she was lifting the weights.
   This was new to her.  She hadn't bee pumping iron before in front of a
group of men eager to make observations about her every single move.
   "That looks good," one of the trainers said.  "We think it would be more
pleasurable for all of us if you take off your clothes and we can observe
all your muscles.  It will help us to determine the training program."
   Julie was kindly ordered to strip and place her clothes on a small
table. First she gave the assembled visitors a nervous glance, then removed
all the items of her dress, paused as if hoping for a miracle of
deliverance, then finally removed her stockings, suspender belt, bra and
panties.  Minutes later, she was ready to continue on the bench.
   "Wait, we've a new idea," a tall trainer said.
   The audience had hardly taken in the young firm body, that was on her
back in front of them, before she was ordered to mount an other of the
weight lifting benches.
   The new bench was a little broader, giving her back better support, and
there were leather straps attached to her legs.  They wanted to have her
legs in a defined position.
   "We do this to secure your legs in a defined position," the man who
fastened the straps explained.
   Within a minute Julie's both legs were in the required position.  The
arrangement obliged her to flaunt her feminine genitalia before their gaze.
   Her naked back against the bench.  The spectators assembled around her.
She could see their reactions to her unladylike displays as she started to
lift the weights.
   They were standing in a semi-circle in front of her, while she was naked
on her back on the padded bench.  They now had an uninterrupted view of her
crotch.
   She started to exercise.Ten minutes later, her entire upper body was
bathed in sweat.  Julie felt was exhausted but elated.
   "As a matter of fact, spread your legs a little more," the leading
trainer replied.
   Julie couldn't believe that the trainer, in front of this group of
strangers, had the nerve to say that to her.  When she opened her mouth to
tell him what she thought, Julie felt her legs parting instead.  Why was
she doing this?
   His voice was firm, but quiet and in no way threatening.  Julie's legs
spread, he and the others had a clear view of her pussy.  Julie felt
completely powerless.
   "Very nice.  It's a delicious pussy." He commented.
   "What do you think?" He asked the other members of the team.
   "Yes, very nice," one of the men replied, almost in a whisper.
   Julie was speechless.  She tried to protest, but couldn't move her lips
to say a word.  It was as if the trainer had all control over her.  Even
more horrifying, she was getting wet.  She was leaned back with her legs
spread.  Julie didn't need to look down to know that her outer lips were
now wide open.
   He reached down towards her, his eyes never leaving Julie's, he moved
his hand between her legs, touched the completely exposed, a perfectly
shaven pussy.
   He began running his index finger slowly up and down her slit, softly at
first, then harder, gradually forcing her more open.  She closed her eyes
and surrendered to the sensations his probing finger was generating.
   She let him go as far as he wished.
   She moaned softly with her legs parted and he slid a finger inside.  He
opened her wider with his fingers and began nibbling the edges of her outer
lips.  "It is pretty wet down here," he commented, "but I think we can do
better."
   He was steadily pushing her toward a climax without even approaching
Julie's clitoris.  Then, suddenly, he withdrew his finger from my
sopping-wet snatch.
   Her hips thrust forward, but he quickly removed his finger and without a
word, bent toward her, kneeled, moved his head between her legs.  He
started to kiss her wide open pussy.
   Now his tongue was on the move, slowly running along the circumference
of my outer lips.
   Julie grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her vulva.
He wrapped his lips around her clitoris and began sucking it.
   Her hips couldn't stop jerking as he mouthed her entrance, licking and
probing his tongue as far as it would go inside her.  He looked at Julie
over the mound of her pubis, his eyes had a humorous glint.
   Julie couldn't help herself.  She started to shout: "Fuck me, please, I
need to cum.  You need to help me out.  I need cock, a lot of cock.  You've
all to fuck me."
   The male crowd watched Julie wiggle out of her miniskirt to reveal tiny
soaked panties.
   She rose from the bench, all the men gazing at her.  Her next move
wasn't a surprise for anyone.  Hooking her thumbs in the waist band of her
panties, she eased them over butt and allowed them to fall.
   Their gazes didn't embarrass her anymore, she felt good.  Julie's cunt
was molten, no hesitation, no complication.
   Her parted her pussy lips were soaking wet.  The clitoris had swollen
under the stimulation and looked as pink and horny as the men around her
was sure it felt.
   A large man smiled and began to undo his pants, slowly unzipping the
zipper and unbuttoning it.  Sexual frustration was written over his face.
He was a big man, not heavy, but tall, broad-shouldered, narrow hipped.
   This was a time for magic.  Beyond horny.  Julie wasn't scared even
though she was completely naked,
   His hand went lower, rubbing between my thighs in circular motions
almost touching her pussy, but not quite.
   His touches felt like one of those displaced erotic dreams you never
want to wake from.
   A little later, his rough fingers moving down between the folds of her
labia, across the clitoris which jumped at the sudden sensation of touch.
   The man moved down between her legs.
   He rested his hands on Julie's ankles and when she didn't object he
slowly slid his hand up my leg, looking up towards her, watching the clit
grow out of its folds.
   Strong hands were moving along the inside of her thigh, right to the
junction of her sex and to Julie's horny delight he buried his thumb in her
well lubricated pussy.
   From behind, another hand cupped one of her breasts, massaging it with
large circular motions.
   She felt her body racing towards an intensive orgasm, the swelling
pressure within her abdomen and the pulsing oversensitive hardness of her
clitoris.  Julie loved what they were doing to her.
   A third man had disrobed in front of her and stepped close to her body.
He didn't guide his throbbing erection.  A slimy head poked here and there,
touching her outer labia or hitting directly on her over excited clitoris.
   She was in the hands of three men.  Two more were undressing.
   Julie moaned and rose up towards the standing man as far as she could,
taking every last inch of him into her slippery love channel.  The
penetration was smooth and highly needed.  Her sex organ was hot like a
fire burning.
   As he drew his cock out of her pussy until the tip sat just inside her
slippery entrance, Julie felt lost.  She wriggled and thrust her hips
towards him.  "I want more," she moaned.
   He said, "Wrap your arms and legs around me."
   Taking her in his strong arms and entering her with a strong trust,
going very deep.  Lifting her up again, leaving only the head of his cock
inside her gaping pussy, then she fell straight back and her cunt sucked
itself deep down over his shaft.
   Her ass moved faster up and down.  She felt him stiffen, his cock
throbbing now, a gasping groaning release that filled her with a warm hot
feeling deep inside.
   Julie could see men around her.  A young stud started to stroke himself.
She felt pity for him.
   "Take me down on the bench," She said.  Two minutes later a big dick was
stretching her pussy she took one in her mouth and one in each hand,
stroking and sucking and fucking each dick like it was the end of the
world.
   She was handling four at a time.  After an hour of feverish action Julie
sat down on wrestling ring, where she had been carried by strong men,
momentarily taking a break.
   Turning her head, just in time to see a new guy get off and shoot his
load all over the floor.  He'd arrived later and had been watching and
enjoying himself.  Lost opportunity, Julie thought.
   
  
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