The music playing is the same as I’d heard last week when I arrived – Janelle Monae’s “Make Me Feel.” It’s her favorite song recently, and it’s one she’s going to make a major part of her upcoming stage show. It suits her. Carl and Sonia are naked, of course. That’s what we would expect. But something very unexpected is happening. They aren’t fucking. They aren’t in foreplay. They aren’t teasing. They are doing nothing sexual at all. They are, in fact, working hard. Sonia is in full stretch mode, at the moment she’s in a split, with her legs splayed out on the floor at nearly 180 degrees, and her cunt is fully in contact with the floor. I know she used to be a gymnast, and I know she’s capable of some incredibly athletic positions, but this is beyond anything I’d imagined. It’s not easy for her, though, I can see strain on her face. Carl has his hands on her shoulders, pressing downward to keep the stress on her joints. His rocket cock is, well, it’s never quite flaccid, it’s not built that way, but it’s as soft as it gets. He’s not aroused. I’m struck by the realization that they’re taking this training very seriously, Carl is treating his new employment like a professional. For the first time, I feel out of place, and even a little guilty for making my traditional request. Megan and I stand quietly, and wait until the song is over. Then I speak up.
“Carl. I have a cunt full of another man’s cum. I need you to push it all out and replace it with a cunt full of yours.”
Carl lets go of Sonia, looks up and me and smiles. Sonia smiles too.
“We can take a break for a little while, can’t we Sonia?” he asks.
“I’ll take a break. You have another job to do!”
Megan and I step down into the den. First I take a hug from Sonia. She’s already worked up a sweat, and her hot wet skin feels good sliding up to mine. I never get over how beautiful and sexy Sonia is, perfect shiny black skin, big dark eyes, perfect muscular build that supports a fantastically pert and plump pair of breasts, firm round ass, slender waist, and smooth hairless mound blending the curve between her inner thighs. It’s not just her sweat that makes me wet. I’ve been in love with her since we met over six months ago, and I don’t see that ever changing.
Carl steps up grinning. He looks at me like he’s never seen me before, like he’s admiring me for the first time. His eyes rove up and down my body, taking me in, and I see the desire in them. That in itself is enough to make me giddy, but the added bonus is the view I get of him, as I look at him the same way. His body is stunning. Not everyone’s cup of tea, I admit, but I’ve been captivated by it for two years now, and it’s only improved since then. Carl is a bodybuilder in the old school sense, not the ultra-shredded no-fat steroid-juiced monsters that are all too common today, but a man with well-built muscles, broad shoulders, well defined cuts, and graceful lines. His skin is smooth, supple, and hairless as everyone’s in our group has ended up being. His body is way out of the mainstream, which is true for each of us in this room. We’re all very fit and slender, borderline athletic, and we choose to spend much of our free time grunting and straining under a set of barbells.
Speaking of out of the mainstream, Carl’s cock, which is extending and rising rapidly, is as unusual as Taylor’s and Henri’s in it’s own way. Big, but not huge, cylindrical, with a foreskin that doesn’t retract without assistance, giving it the look of a guided missile with a conical nose cone. His scrotum is on the tight side, nice big balls but they don’t really hang much. They’re well separated, like drop tanks on a fighter jet. The entire package gives rise to the moniker I’ve given it, the “rocket cock.” Sonia and Megan have happily adopted the label for their own use.
I’m not one who usually needs loads of foreplay, and in a situation like this, with two beautiful women smiling expectantly at me, and a beautiful man approaching me with the fiery eye of desire, those minimal needs are already met. My pussy is soaked, both with Taylor’s semen and my own anticipatory additions, my nipples are swollen, tight, and expectant, my face is hot and my breaths almost as rapid as my heartbeat. Carl has always had the ability to make me weak with that certain look and posture, especially with his rocket cock now straining at full tilt. When he touches my arm I nearly collapse. He takes both my hands and leads me to the weight bench inside the squat rack.
Sometimes he takes me bending over the safety bars. Sometimes he has me doggy style on the bench. Sometimes I’m on my back on the padded floor. Sometimes he leans me against a wall. Today, I’m laying on the weight bench, a nice padded surface just wide enough to accommodate my shoulders. I see Sonia’s and Megan’s faces over mine, smiling broadly, and between my outstretched legs is Carl’s tight rippled belly. The rocket cock plunges into me, and immediately the tightness with which I was holding back Taylor’s cum is overwhelmed, and his cock is covered in the sticky, gooey mess. I hear myself moaning at the same time as Carl is groaning, and the girls above me are giggling.
“I like how the cum sticks to his balls as he pulls out,” Megan observes cheerfully, “and then it splashes and smears when he thrusts back in again!”
Sonia has already switched positions, she sidles in behind Carl, nudges his legs a little wider, and takes her place below him, face upraised, reaching up with her tongue to catch his balls as they go by, and to take whatever droplets of juice she can catch. Megan remains between the two of us, one hand massaging and squeezing my tits, the other rubbing over Carl’s belly and down to his crotch. Usually, there’s a video being made as Carl sloppy seconds me, but not today. Having one extra girl here doesn’t mean there are any free hands. Too bad. This would be one hell of a porno.
I cum quickly, adding my juices to Taylor’s, replenishing the thick gooey coating on Carl’s pounding shaft. Sonia is making raspy throaty sounds trying to keep up with the bouncing balls, and Megan is cheerleading with dirty talk worthy of Hera.
“Your cock is so shiny and wet, Carl, it’s beautiful when it’s fucking Tethys like that! Keep fucking her Carl, you’re such a handsome horny motherfucker, pound that fucking cunt! She wants it so bad, look at her face! She’s cumming again, Carl, your big rocket cock is shooting her into orbit! Come on, Tethys, cum all over that big cock, squeeze it with your dripping cunt, take him deep and tight! You know you like being fucked by that cock, grab it with your cunt, cum all over it, squirt, you fucking horny bitch!”
She’s come a long way in a short time. The heat, the smells, the sounds, the liquid, the gasping, the pure intense exertion of it all has me orgasming at least twice in just a couple of minutes, and there’s no stopping for breath or deloading between. My mouth is wide open, my eyes barely seeing. I feel little but hot air, a hot mass between my legs, and Megan’s tiny but eager hand leaping from tit to tit, squeezing, rubbing, pulling on each nipple in turn. I explode into an orgasm so intense I’m not sure I can even stay conscious through it, and at that same instant Carl’s cock explodes inside me. I’m filled, I overflow, I feel the hot rivulet dripping out of my pussy, across my butt hole, and down my cheeks. Carl’s voice is somewhere between a roar, a scream, a shriek, and death rattle. A few more slow and quavering strokes, and he pulls out, staggering backwards, sitting down hard on the floor, then flopping to his own back.
Without being asked, Sonia takes it on herself to take his fading cock deep into her throat, sucking and lapping up the thick milky coatings, which brings more screams from his overwhelmed vocals. Megan kneels between my legs and begins to clean me out with her tongue, which within seconds triggers another orgasm for me, trailing off into an incoherent blubbering.
After a few minutes, the only sound is of heavy, slow breathing, as Carl and I still lie helpless in our respective locations. Finally, I’m able to sit up on the bench, and Carl rolls over, gets as far as his hands and knees, where he braces himself a few more moments, and then rises unsteadily to his feet.
“Well, Tethys,” he finally manages to gasp out. “I hope you’re ready for your squats now.”
The laughter is spontaneous and shared by all of us. Carl likes to have a woman do a set of squats immediately after he’s cum inside her, because he enjoys watching the remnants drip out as she hits the bottom of the movement. That posture tends to open up the labia and the vaginal tunnel, even for someone like me who’s trained to retain flowing spunk. Until very recently, that lady has always been me. But now he has Megan and Sonia to give him that thrill, although the sloppy seconds are still exclusively my domain, and I provide extra drips.
This time Sonia does run for the camera, and Megan moves the bench out of the way. Carl loads up the bar with 135 pounds, more than my usual warmup weight. “You can do this, I know your knees have loosened up,” he smiles.
I shoulder the bar, do a few reps, feel the drips as I bottom out, and hear Sonia and Megan exclaiming delightedly as the whole operation goes to video. Sonia immediately sends it to Taylor, Henri, Hera, Joe and Jo, herself, Megan, Carl, and me. One more for the archives. Within seconds there are likes returning.
We take a break, clean up, calm down, and then the workout begins in earnest. The rest of it goes efficiently and without too many sexual overtones, considering we’re all naked. Carl is a true professional now that he’s on Sonia’s payroll, and he not only manages to get in his own very heavy and intense workout, he expertly guides each of us according to our skill levels. I’ve been working with him for two years, and I’m still making progress. My work capacity is higher than it’s ever been, and the weights I’m lifting are pretty respectable. I’m also getting a good pump, and when we’re done, I feel strong, muscular, beautiful, and totally worn out, but not sore. Megan and Sonia are still new to this type of fitness training, and they do get sore in places, but they’re both younger than I am, both naturally athletic, and both have a good baseline to build on, so they’re making progress rapidly. I’ve no doubt that they’ll surpass me eventually, but that’s as it should be.
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