locker room

This is a work which is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not of legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun.



All materials presented herein copyright the author.



Thanks for all of the positive feedback on the first installment!










Elliot spent a few minutes cleaning his load off his stomach, keyboard and window before pulling up his shorts and rolling his chair back up to his desk. His head was spinning as he thought about the events that had just transpired, first jacking a load as he watched his neighbor, Evelyn, masturbate with a cucumber, then sucking off his sister-in-law’s boyfriend, Bradley. He licked his lips again, savouring the faint taste of the younger man’s salty jism.



It had been years since that kind of thing had happened to him, and he felt both re-vitalized and trepidatious. What did this mean for his quiet little life in the suburbs? Would it happen again, as Bradley seemed to suggest it would, or was it a one-time encounter, fun at the moment but not to be repeated? What would Rebecca say if she found out?



His mind drifted back to his senior year in high school, when he’d come across two of the swim team’s stars fondling each other in the locker room. He was the gym technician, which meant that he cleaned up after the sports teams, putting away equipment, towels and so forth. At eighteen, he wasn’t particularly athletic, but this job counted towards his Phys. Ed. grade, so he appreciated the chance to make up for his lack of physical prowess by diligenty cleaning up after the real jocks.



On this afternoon, the coach had sent him to the far end of the field to repair a soccer net before he cleaned up the pool after the swim team’s practice, so he was quite a bit later finishing than was normal. He came around a row of lockers and stopped dead in his tracks, as before him opened up a view of two damp, lithe, muscled guys with their arms around each other. One of them, Jason, had his right hand down between their two huddled bodies, and Elliot then noticed the way that both boys’ hips were moving in tandem rhythm.



Jason was kissing and biting the side of Darryl’s neck, while the other boy had his head thrown back , his lips parted in soundless pleasure. Elliot had never seen anything like this, but his cock was stiff in his shorts and he carefully stepped back and reached into his jock strap to relieve the pressure. As he backed up he bumped into a solid mass. It was Mr. Kolowski, the gym teacher. Elliot gasped and and could feel his face burning with embarrassment at being caught peeking, but Mr. K. merely put a finger to his lips to shush him. When Elliot nodded his understanding they both turned back to the scene on the locker room bench.



Darryl was now lying back, straddling Jason’s body with his long dark-skinned legs as Jason rocked back and forth on top of him, both of their rigid cocks gripped in his hand and sliding up and down against each other.



“Oh yeah, man,” Darryl gasped, “just like that.” Jason quickened the pace slightly, spitting in his hand every so often and rubbing it over their meat to keep the point of friction well lubricated. Elliot’s jaw hung slack as the two swimmers bucked against each other, but his cock was harder than it had ever been, even harder than when when his cousin, Sarah, had sucked him off the previous Christmas. He felt Mr. K. move closer behind him, his weight bearing down slightly on Elliot’s shoulders, and suddenly a massive hand reached around his waist and was gently gripping his member over the thin fabric of his shorts. The whiskers on the coach’s face rubbed against his neck as he whispered into Elliot’s ear.



“Come to my office.” And with that the hand disappeared and Elliot was left with his raging hard-on. He realized that the two jocks were now going for broke on the hard wooden bench. With one last deep thrust Jason groaned loudly spraying cum all over his buddy’s lean stomach, his hands a blur on his shaft. Darryl followed quickly his own seed pumping in spurts out of his thick, black cock. Elliot turned and darted towards Mr. K.’s office, light-headed with lust.



Mr. K. was waiting for him, sitting in his office chair, his cock hanging out of his track pants over his hairy balls. Mesmerized by the sight of the coach’s fat, leaking penis, Elliot stepped forward, his mouth suddenly dry, his erection painfully surging against the thin fabric of his shorts. Mr. K. reached forward and lightly brushed the tip of Elliot’s tented crotch, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.



“You liked what you saw out there, huh? So did I …” the older man whispered, grasping the outlines of Elliot’s cock and slowly stroking it up and down. Elliot felt his balls boiling in anticipation and he impatiently pushed the waistband of his shorts and jock down over his slim hips, causing his boner to spring upwards in the coach’s face. The older man smiled and slid his lips softly over Elliot’s head and didn’t stop until he had the full length in his throat.



Elliot gasped again as Mr. K. started to slide his mouth back and forth, running his tongue over the shaft and head of Elliot’s member, until he was quickly ready to blow his wad. Not wanting this new experience to end so soon, Elliot backed up and reached for the coach’s hardening dick. He carefully rubbed the clear fluid that oozed from the tip over the bulbous, spongy head, then gripped tightly and stroked the shaft a few times.



“Are you sure?” Mr. K. groaned. In answer, Elliot knelt between the coach’s legs and slipped the tip of the cock into his mouth. It was slightly shorter than Elliot’s seven inches but almost twice as big around and his lips were soon stretching to take more of the head into his mouth. Elliot had no idea what he was doing but pieced together his makeshift technique from his memory of Sarah’s warm, wet mouth, what he’d seen in pornos and Mr. K.’s own expert guidance. Soon, the head and the top third of the shaft were pumping between his lips and he bobbed his head in time. Gathering more confidence as the coach’s moans increased in intensity, Elliot cupped the older man’s hairy ball sack and tentatively squeezed.



The coach moaned again and kicked off his track pants which were pooled around his ankles, then slid his hips forward, exposing the bottom of his lightly furred ass. He took Elliot’s hand and gently guided it towards the cleft between his cheeks. Not knowing what to do exactly, Elliot experimentally rubbed his finger along the crease until the coach gasped and bucked into his face when he found the dark hole and tickled it lightly.



Mr. K.’s hand was now on the back of his head and was regulating Elliot’s movement, expertly inching more and more of his cock down the eighteen year old throat as Elliot fingered and sucked eagerly. When his index finger pushed in to the second knuckle, Elliot felt the pressure on the back of his head increase until his nose was buried in the coach’s wiry pubic hair, his forehead bouncing off the soft, hairy belly.



With his finger now pumping in and out in time to Mr. K.’s thrusts, Elliot tasted his first drops of semen, followed by several strong blasts until his mouth was overflowing and Mr. K.’s cum was drooling down his chin and onto his T-shirt. Elliot swallowed as he could, until finally the coach’s hardness ebbed and he held only the fat head against his tongue.



After catching his breath, Mr. K. wasted no time in bringing Elliot to his feet and sliding his cock between his lips. The teen had lost none of his hardness in the interval and was soon groaning in ecstasy as the older man’s mouth slid over his shaft. As he came to the verge of his climax, Mr. K. plopped the cock out of his mouth and had Elliot turn around and bend over the desk. Excited and terrified, but too far gone to resist, Elliot sighed as he felt Mr. K.’s tongue slither into his asshole and his strong, warm hand grip his cock, jacking it in rhythm with his rimming. Elliot grunted after three or four stokes and convulsed as his come splatted on the side of the oak desk and drizzled onto the floor.



Elliot was snapped back to the present when he heard the high mewling of his sister-in-law from the living room two floors below. The excitement of the afternoon and his daydream re-living of his first experience with a man set him on edge, his cock pulsing back to life at the sounds of his housemates fucking their brains out. Silently he left his office and padded down the two flights of stairs to the carpeted hallway outside the living room.



He crouched down and slowly inched his head past the edge of the doorway, until he could see most of the wide, light filled room. To his left he could see the back of the black leather sofa and the back of Julia’s head, her honey brown curls cascading over her tanned shoulders. She writhed in her seat, gasping and sucking in quick breaths, then let out her high squeal which ended in a deep groan.



“That’s it baby, suck it, suck my clitty … Oh Bradley, my pussy’s so fucking wet for you, I’ve been thinking about your hard cock all day … oooo yeah, put another finger in me, jam it in there, harder, harder!” Her head thrashed from side to side, her commentary falling in and out of coherence and her wailing reached a fevered pitch, before she slumped limply back into the cushions of the couch.



Elliot had his cock out again and was gently stroking it when Bradley’s glistening face appeared next to Julia. Their eyes met over the woman’s head and Bradley grinned mischievously, cocking his head toward the other doorway. Elliot saw what he meant and darted silently down the hall, through the kitchen and arrived at the living room entry opposite the one he’d just been stationed at. Very carefully he crouched again and eased forward until he was looking at the front of the black sofa. To his delight Bradley was now sitting on the couch facing him and Julia again had her back turned to him as she straddled Bradley’s lap.



She wore a light cotton sundress, white with printed with red flowers and a long broom-stick skirt, with strapped high-heeled sandals. Her right hand was reaching under her skirt as she ground her pubis against Bradley’s crotch. Bradley had his right hand in her top, kneading her left breast and his left reached around and cupped her ass, then bunched her skirt up over her hips. Elliot stifled a groan as he watched Julia pull aside her sopping pink cotton panties and slowly slide Bradley’s thick nine inches into her wet quim.



“Ffffffuck!” she exhaled as she settled moistly onto Bradley’s cock, sinking down to his round, smooth balls. The strap of her dress slipped over her shoulder as Bradley gently lifted her small upturned breast to his mouth. He glanced at Elliot as he took the puffy, lemon shaped tip between his teeth and bit playfully at it, a sly smile in his eyes. He began to pump slowly into Julia’s cunt, keeping his eyes locked on Elliot who now had his cock in hand again, entranced by the sight of his sister-in-law riding this young stud.



As the couple picked up speed, Elliot wasn’t sure who he was more envious of. He had always enjoyed watching Julia with her perky breasts and firm, round ass, but had never considered her in detail, always having been more attracted to her sister Rebecca’s type, tall, dark and voluptuous. Now, he was reconsidering the younger sister’s lithe energy and feeling his lust building as Bradley rocked in and out of her frilly pussy. On the other hand, he was aware of the desire that Bradley’s beautiful meat stick was reawakening in him. In his college days he would have been hard pressed to stop himself from offering to bottom for such a gorgeous specimen.



As if reading his thoughts, Bradley winked at him then slipped his dripping cock out of Julia, bringing a moan of protest from the near delirious woman in his lap. Deftly, he guided the raging purple tip of his cock up to the small, puckered ring of Julia’s asshole. Without hesitation, she reached back and spread her bubble-like cheeks, groaning and bucking her hips against his rampant member. With Julia’s nipple firmly between his teeth Bradley pushed the head of his cock into her rectum and bottomed out in one smooth movement.



“GGGGOODDFFFUCKINGCHRISST!!” she screamed, “FUCK MY FUCKING TIGHT ASSHOLE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! CUMMINGGGGhhaahh!” Julia’s head thrashed back and forth in a frenzy of curls as she bounced on Bradley’s invader. Her boyfriend meanwhile gripped her ass cheeks as he rammed himself into her, providing Elliot with a perfect view of his sister-in-law’s anal ecstasy.



Bradley began to thrust methodically as his orgasm built. Coming down from her own second cum, Julia sensed the tightening in Bradley’s heavy balls and she leaned to whisper in his ear. He grinned evilly and said “What’s that baby? What do you want me to do?”



She hit him on the shoulder with her fist and replied “You heard me, asshole!”



“Tell me again,” he commanded.



“I said I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to slide your big, hard cock out of my asshole and shove it in my mouth, then spray the rest all over my face.”



“You dirty little slut,” he grunted then pushed her off his cock. She landed lightly and crouched on her knees as he rammed his throbbing monster between her glistening lips. Her hand frantically rubbed her clitoris as Bradley unloaded in her mouth, on her forehead and cheeks and over her titties. Elliot felt his third load of the afternoon trickle over his knees and onto the slate tile floor of his kitchen.



Julia moved up Bradley’s lean muscled torso and kissed him deeply on the lips. Elliot whimpered in excitement as the young couple traded the load back and forth between them, with Bradley finally licking Julia’s cheeks, neck and breasts clean of his own sperm with a smacking of lips. They exited the living room toward the hallway and disappeared to their bedroom, leaving a small crumpled item on the leather couch.



With hands shaking in anticipation, Elliot slunk into the room and snatched up the rumpled pink panties, still wet with Julia’s congealing juices, and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply and flicked his tongue out to taste his sister-in-law’s nectar, her sweaty crotch, the faint tang of her asshole. He could feel his dick stirring again, but he was spent from his afternoon of uncannily lucky voyeurism. He was taking one last sniff when the front door opened and his wife Rebecca came in. Not knowing what else to do he stuffed his prize into the waistband of his shorts and pulled his shirt down over them just as his wife strode into the living room …







More to come, comments welcome.

This is a work which is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not of legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun.



All materials presented herein copyright the author.



Thanks for all of the positive feedback on the first installment!










Elliot spent a few minutes cleaning his load off his stomach, keyboard and window before pulling up his shorts and rolling his chair back up to his desk. His head was spinning as he thought about the events that had just transpired, first jacking a load as he watched his neighbor, Evelyn, masturbate with a cucumber, then sucking off his sister-in-law’s boyfriend, Bradley. He licked his lips again, savouring the faint taste of the younger man’s salty jism.



It had been years since that kind of thing had happened to him, and he felt both re-vitalized and trepidatious. What did this mean for his quiet little life in the suburbs? Would it happen again, as Bradley seemed to suggest it would, or was it a one-time encounter, fun at the moment but not to be repeated? What would Rebecca say if she found out?



His mind drifted back to his senior year in high school, when he’d come across two of the swim team’s stars fondling each other in the locker room. He was the gym technician, which meant that he cleaned up after the sports teams, putting away equipment, towels and so forth. At eighteen, he wasn’t particularly athletic, but this job counted towards his Phys. Ed. grade, so he appreciated the chance to make up for his lack of physical prowess by diligenty cleaning up after the real jocks.



On this afternoon, the coach had sent him to the far end of the field to repair a soccer net before he cleaned up the pool after the swim team’s practice, so he was quite a bit later finishing than was normal. He came around a row of lockers and stopped dead in his tracks, as before him opened up a view of two damp, lithe, muscled guys with their arms around each other. One of them, Jason, had his right hand down between their two huddled bodies, and Elliot then noticed the way that both boys’ hips were moving in tandem rhythm.



Jason was kissing and biting the side of Darryl’s neck, while the other boy had his head thrown back , his lips parted in soundless pleasure. Elliot had never seen anything like this, but his cock was stiff in his shorts and he carefully stepped back and reached into his jock strap to relieve the pressure. As he backed up he bumped into a solid mass. It was Mr. Kolowski, the gym teacher. Elliot gasped and and could feel his face burning with embarrassment at being caught peeking, but Mr. K. merely put a finger to his lips to shush him. When Elliot nodded his understanding they both turned back to the scene on the locker room bench.



Darryl was now lying back, straddling Jason’s body with his long dark-skinned legs as Jason rocked back and forth on top of him, both of their rigid cocks gripped in his hand and sliding up and down against each other.



“Oh yeah, man,” Darryl gasped, “just like that.” Jason quickened the pace slightly, spitting in his hand every so often and rubbing it over their meat to keep the point of friction well lubricated. Elliot’s jaw hung slack as the two swimmers bucked against each other, but his cock was harder than it had ever been, even harder than when when his cousin, Sarah, had sucked him off the previous Christmas. He felt Mr. K. move closer behind him, his weight bearing down slightly on Elliot’s shoulders, and suddenly a massive hand reached around his waist and was gently gripping his member over the thin fabric of his shorts. The whiskers on the coach’s face rubbed against his neck as he whispered into Elliot’s ear.



“Come to my office.” And with that the hand disappeared and Elliot was left with his raging hard-on. He realized that the two jocks were now going for broke on the hard wooden bench. With one last deep thrust Jason groaned loudly spraying cum all over his buddy’s lean stomach, his hands a blur on his shaft. Darryl followed quickly his own seed pumping in spurts out of his thick, black cock. Elliot turned and darted towards Mr. K.’s office, light-headed with lust.



Mr. K. was waiting for him, sitting in his office chair, his cock hanging out of his track pants over his hairy balls. Mesmerized by the sight of the coach’s fat, leaking penis, Elliot stepped forward, his mouth suddenly dry, his erection painfully surging against the thin fabric of his shorts. Mr. K. reached forward and lightly brushed the tip of Elliot’s tented crotch, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.



“You liked what you saw out there, huh? So did I …” the older man whispered, grasping the outlines of Elliot’s cock and slowly stroking it up and down. Elliot felt his balls boiling in anticipation and he impatiently pushed the waistband of his shorts and jock down over his slim hips, causing his boner to spring upwards in the coach’s face. The older man smiled and slid his lips softly over Elliot’s head and didn’t stop until he had the full length in his throat.

I went to a traditional grammar school and the following event(s) occurred during our final term (i.e. all of us had just turned 18 and our hormones and bodies were finding new exepriences). I enjoyed a place in the first rugby team; I played hooker, being small, and used to swing off the shoulders of the two props – if I didn’t get the ball I made sure I got someone else’s.



The practice had gone OK but it was throwing it down and all got drenched, filthy and somewhat cold. After the practice Ian Rattle, the gym master (his middle name was Tim – It rattle(s) – parents obviously had a sense of humour even if he didn’t) called me over and asked me to collect the posts and lock up the gym as he had a masters’ meeting. This pissed me off as I was now shivering with cold but Rattle was never to be argued with and I acquiesced. I trudged round the field swearing out loud, collected the posts, took them to the gear locker and made my way back to the pavilion. Two of my mates shouted that they were last, they couldn’t wait any longer and they’d see me tomorrow, etc.



Fucked off I entered the changing rooms and was surprised to see Greg Chambers still there tying his shoes and getting ready for the off. I let off some expletives at him for no reason, saying how frozen I now was but as I found my locker he explained how to turn the heat up for the showers. We were never allowed to have warm showers – presumably to prevent any horseplay etc. I now felt embarrassed that I had let rip at Greg but he seemed OK about it and said he’d be off – I didn’t even say goodbye.



I stripped off (we wore rugby shirt, tight short shorts and jocks then), entered the shower room, turned the heat up and grabbed a nice hot shower. Usually while in the showers I watch the others just because I compared favourably with them, we all joked about size and mostly pretend sexual exploits and only once did any of us have a hard on. This caused such a commotion and taunts from the others ranging from queer, bent and wanker to arse licker and dog fucker, from then if any of us felt that way we quickly returned to the cold water to cool off.



As I was on my own I let the hot water play on my dick and lathered well up including my arse crack. I must have been in there revelling in it for 15 minutes – thinking what would Rattle do if he knew I’d turned the heat up. I dried off and came out with a hard on smack upright against my pubes. Fucking hell, if it wasn’t Greg on the centre bench as I came out of the showers. My mind raced, could he have seen me showering/drying? He muttered something to the effect that he had waited to check I was all right and had managed to turn the heat up. He also said he wanted to ensure I had the right key.



Even if he hadn’t seen the shower he could see my bloody upright dick now. I think I must have run to my locker and grabbed my clothes. I had a spare rugby shirt, jock and track suit bottoms to put on under my coat to go home. Stupidly I grabbed the jock and tried to get it on. I was still slightly wet from the shower, rock hard and shaking with embarrassment.



Greg just leant back on his arms and said you wont get that in there. I asked whether he’d been watching in the showers to which he replied it had been the best show he’d ever seen. He came over told me not to be so piqued and made a grab (and got) my balls.



Greg told me to lie down on the bench and relax. Light a dumb slave I did so and then experienced the expertise of Greg for the first time. He pushed my head down on to the bench as I was trying to see watch what was going on. One hand gently pulled my balls down pulling my foreskin from over my glans the other gently rubbed up my shaft. I was back hard as ever! He then slid his hand between my body and my dick palm to my abdomen and started rubbing the back of his hand against my shaft. I thought I was going to come. His hand then slipped up to my nipples tweaked them and lightly massaged back down to my dick. The hand that had cupped my balls now pulled down on the skin of my shaft. Eventually I yelled – Fuck Fuck Fuck Greg I’m going to come!



Hold on Ry he said and massaged my abdomen some more. After a few minutes calming down he returned to my dick (I had my eyes shut more out of embarrassment than ecstasy). He took the head into his mouth like a plum and began to massage it with his tongue. He held his teeth round my rim while he flicked the slit with his tongue and spit was dribbling down my shaft and onto my pubes. I was trembling not from the cold but from trying not to come – somehow I thought he would not think I was gay if I didn’t come! He then slowly sucked his way all down my shaft, licked and sucked each ball individually to only to return to my mushroom suck some more. I knew I was dribbling pre now and he was still licking and slurping. At the same time as he was tongue massaging my dick I felt one of his hands rub the spit and pre down my arse crack.



Fuck I was going to come. I felt like nothing ever before. I lifted my arse high up into the air pushing my dick down his throat. I felt the top of his mouth rub as it went down. As my dick went down his throat his finger went up my arse. I yelled out at the top of my voice FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK, FUCK FUCK and came for England.



I was shaking this was my first gay experience – this was my first experience of anything but self-wanking. I had to get dressed, it was 5.45pm and the masters’ meeting would be finishing and the caretaker would be checking the locks. Fuck I couldn’t find the key – Greg had taken it and locked it from the inside (this was pre-meditated!)



We walked home together chatted for hours and though we kept our relationship quiet whilst at school we have been together ever since. (The rest is for part 2)

So today in the locker room I saw another girl fresh out of the shower and buck ass naked. She didn’t even try to hide herself as I walked by, just made eye contact. Dirty thoughts began before I even made it back to my locker.



First idea was me as I was, in front of my locker. I was wearing a long sleeve shirt and panties. I looked up to see her coming down the aisle towards me, completely naked. Her hair was wet and combed around her shoulders. Without a word, she kissed me. My hands went to her waist, just above her perky rear.



Her hands went to my neck, sliding back up and over my shoulders as the kiss deepened. I kissed her hungrily now, my tongue searching for hers while my fingers dug into her smooth skin, holding her against me. Almost frantically, she pulled off my shirt and gripped my breasts over my bra. In a moment, that was gone too, and her hands kneaded the flesh and rolled my nipples in her fingers.



Her chest was smaller, a full A, but had a nice perk to them. They were warm and still damp as I pulled her back against me. This girl was much thinner than I, maybe 120 at most. I lifted her easily and lay her on the wooden bench that ran between the rows of lockers. I’m pretty sure my panties ripped when she pulled them down.



I straddled over her then, one leg on either side of the bench, but didn’t lower myself quite yet. Reaching down I grasped her nipples in each hand, and her hands came up to do the same. I pulled and she pulled, and we moaned. I stood up a little straighter to increase the stretch. The same sound came from both our mouths until I pressed my wet pussy against her face. I bent over, her clean shaved mound smelling of vanilla and arousal, almost like cinnamon. I wasted no time.



I vaguely heard her cry out and I buried my face in her damp folds, my tongue easily finding her clit before pushing into her, getting a true taste. Her arms went around my waist send she gripped the globes of my ass, tounging my own hole. I did the same, my arms reaching under the bench, securing myself there.



I sucked on her labia. First one, then both. I sucked her clit as her back arched beneath me, almost fighting to escape. But I wasn’t going anywhere, not with the shockwaves her own mouth caused as she nibbled my pussy lips and sucked on them, and flicked my clit so fast for a period of time I was worried I wasn’t going to last.



My arms came up from beneath the bench and I gently pressed a finger into her pussy, my tongue giving attention to her stiff little clit. By the time I pushed a second finger into her I could feel her own fingers diving into me. Her hand was small, but I got plenty of pleasure from her thrusts into me.



Now that my fingers were wet, I got my arms under her legs and bent her legs back, her knees hooked under my arms and over my shoulders. I licked her anus gently before pressing a finger into her, her pussy juices betraying her resistance as my finger slid all the way in. She groaned against my wet flesh and I slowly started pumping into her, licking and sucking her pussy all the while. I was able to get a second finger deep in her ass, and watched her hole gape for me as I withdrew fully with each stroke.



Suddenly her fingers felt bigger within me as she added a third, and I wondered if I was gaping as well. I pressed my fingers in over and over again, feeling her ring tighten around them before her pussy contracted around my tongue and she came, shaking, her sweet cum dripping out over her open anus.



Grinning I got up for a moment before she pressed me onto my back onto the bench, sitting between my legs. Her three fingers thrust back into me and I moaned openly, not caring who else heard. Her other hand found my breast and gripped it hard, the other bouncing in time with her strokes. She paused and I felt another finger enter me. My eyebrows knotted as my pussy stretched around her knuckles. She continued to push into me and I gasped. My back arched. I gripped the arm groping my breast and cried out. Her fingers curled within me almost painfully and the rest of her hand entered me. The stretch was nearly unbearable as she began to fist my pussy.



My labia stretched wide around her fist. A few more thrusts and she pulled all the way out. My pussy gaped wide, my lips glistening with my juices.



Her fist easily slid back into me, her forearm entering my pussy before fist reached my cervix. She pulled back out, rotating her hand so her fist caught on my pelvis. She rubbed her knuckles against my g-spot before pulling out of me. She began to thrust all the way in, and pull all the way out, stretching and restretching my hole every time. It became too much.



My hands gripped the bench below me, my thighs tightening around her legs as she sat between them. My pussy contracted around her hand, trapping it inside of me. A fire erupted within me, complete with pomp and circumstance as I came hard. My pussy erupted as well, squiring my cum all up the girl’s arm.



Gasping for breath I came down from my high. My arms fell down to the floor, a glisten of sweat on my chest. Looking down between my legs I watched as she licked her fingers. My head fell back against the bench.

Spin class seemed to last forever. Rachel pushed down hard on the pedals, but didn’t have sufficient strength left to follow the cadence of the music. She should have gone for that long hot bath instead of rushing to the gym again. Her cat Jamie should be balancing on the edge of the tub next to her, shooting her disdainful glares every time he nearly slipped in. She was getting too old for this kind of fitness regime. Rachel looked up and, through the drops of sweat raining from her forehead, caught a glimpse of Toni’s strong arms. The instructor’s skin was soaked and her top clung to her body so tightly Rachel could make out her abs gleaming underneath. To hell with that bath, she thought, this is by far the best place to spend a Thursday night.



“Come on, Rachel,” Toni shouted, her voice brimming with authority, “try to keep up.” Rachel thanked whoever invented the spin studio for the current darkness she found herself in, obscuring the no doubt bright shade of red flushing her cheeks.



She sat in the front row, right across from Toni—not her bike of choice but her photography teacher Jimmy had taken her apart after class again.



“To discuss the shadow lines in that picture of your cat in private”, he had said, but they both knew better. Jimmy had fancied her from the start. Rachel hardly wore her sexual preference on her sleeve, but she believed that, even to the not so keen observer, it must be fairly obvious she was a lesbian. Or perhaps Jimmy liked a challenge. Thanks to him she’d arrived late at the gym and the only available spot happened to be directly opposite Toni. Rachel usually hid in the back, cultivating her crush from a safe distance, but she had to admit the view up front was much better.



“Rise,” Toni yelled dramatically and Rachel pulled herself up, clinging to one last flicker of will power, for a hill climb. Maybe she was just as bad as Jimmy, but at least her mild obsession with Toni was increasing her fitness levels. She did, however, realise you couldn’t judge a woman’s sexuality successfully if you’d only seen her in workout clothes—the margin for error was simply too big. Nevertheless, she had a good feeling about Toni, even though she didn’t know much more about her than her name. She knew she had rock hard abs though, and triceps to die for.



A current of sweat trickled down Toni’s forehead while the toned muscles of her arms bulged spectacularly as she tamed the imaginary mountain.



“Come on, team,” she shouted at the top of her voice, “one more minute and you’re free to do whatever you like.”



If only she knew, Rachel pondered, what I’d like to do to her.



Rachel, weary of people this late in the day, checked if the steam room was empty. She inwardly chuckled when she saw there was no one inside because, in life, she had learnt, it’s small signs of good fortune like this that matter most. Late night spin classes, for some reason, were quite a male affair. She’d only counted three other women in the studio—and Toni of course.



This near to closing time the female locker room was almost deserted and Rachel let her back fall lazily against the damp chair, safe in the knowledge the steam cabin was hers alone tonight. She closed her eyes and immediately visions of Toni’s sweaty arms and shoulders occupied her mind. The strength and stamina they promised filled her with both instant desire and disappointment. Sure, Rachel had been lusting after Toni long enough to acquire a more than acceptable body for a woman her age, but apart from the occasional polite chit chat before and after class, they’d hardly exchanged words.



Still, maybe it was wishful thinking, but Rachel did feel like she had some small signs to cling to. Not a class went by in which Toni didn’t call her out—not an honour bestowed on anyone. Then again, maybe it was simply a perk of being a regular. They had exchanged appreciative glances in passing in the locker room, but it was Toni’s job to train the gym’s members and guide them towards firmer bodies. So, basically, she was only acknowledging her own work.



Steam hissed around Rachel and condensation drops seeped down from the ceiling. She’d give it another minute or two and then head for the shower. At least Jamie would be waiting for her at home and he was excellent at cuddling. A soft thud caught Rachel’s attention and she opened her eyes. Seriously, she thought, someone’s really going to ruin my blissful solitude now?



“Hi,” a voice cut through the steam. Rachel couldn’t make out a face through the vapours but she would recognise that clipped low voice anywhere. Instinctively, she wrapped her towel around her chest, then changed her mind and let it slip to the side again.



“I thought you’d have perspired enough today.” Rachel fixed her eyes on Toni’s shape, which was becoming clearer by the second. Please drop the towel, she prayed.



“There’s always room for more.” Toni took the seat opposite her and unfurled the towel from her upper body.



Rachel swallowed hard and thanked all the heavens and the stars and all the gods she didn’t believe in. She tried to regain the composure she lost the instant Toni had set foot in the cabin, but the heat enveloping her and the sight of Toni’s bare breasts weren’t helping. She’d have to leave the steam room soon if she didn’t want to faint. Or maybe Toni would resort to some inspired mouth-to-mouth if she did.



“You’ve been working hard,” Toni said, her eyes focused on an area beneath Rachel’s face.



“All praise goes to this gym’s excellent instructors.”



Toni flashed her a sly smile and Rachel couldn’t keep her eyes off her instructor’s magnificent shoulders. So close, she thought as a mild dizziness crept up on her, but yet so far away.



“I’m sorry, but I’ve been in here too long.” Rachel rose and had to steady herself against the soaked wall. “I need to get out.”



“Careful.” In a split second Toni was by her side, her towel left behind on the chair. She supported Rachel’s arm and the firm grip of Toni’s fingers around her bicep made her head swim even more. “Walk slowly. I’ll escort you out.”



Not that Rachel had a plan, but still, this was not the plan. What was the point of boasting toned muscles and a lean body if you nearly lost consciousness in front of the hot instructor? She let Toni guide her out and sat down on the wooden bench flanking the cabin. She took a few sharp breaths and felt her strength return. Rachel had lost her towel along the way as well and Toni towered over her, a worried look on her face and her body covered in nothing but sweat.



“I’ll get us some fresh towels,” Toni said. “I’ll just be a minute. Will you be all right?”



Rachel nodded and watched Toni scoot off around the corner, but not before getting a decent look at her well-shaped behind. The wall clock reminded her it was half an hour to closing time and Rachel was relieved to not hear any signs of other members in the changing room. All the showers were quiet and no locker doors were being slapped shut. She only heard the sopping sound of Toni’s footsteps as she arrived with two clean towels.



“Thanks,” Rachel muttered, slightly mortified. At least she got to see Toni naked, although not in the exact circumstances she would have wished for. “Time for a shower.”



“Take the cubicle across from me,” Toni commanded in her strict teacher’s voice. “I want to keep an eye on you.” Rachel was more than willing to oblige.



The shower cubicles closed with glass shields from both sides and Toni left hers ajar, inspiring Rachel to do the same. She set the tab to cold and the water was a shock to her system. Her nipples jumped to attention and blood pulsed through her veins. It was nothing compared to the effect catching glimpses of a showering Toni had on her. A sizzling fire burned in Rachel’s belly. It was now or never. This kind of opportunity wouldn’t come knocking again anytime soon. Maybe the fuss Toni had made over her was a pure act of kindness or plain professional concern, but Rachel believed it left a lot of room for alternative interpretations. Either way, she had the dizzy card to play again.



She gaped at Toni through the crack in the shower doors, at the white foam sliding down her skin and caressing her taut muscles. Rachel had been vaguely aware of it before, but there was no more denying it now, something was throbbing between her legs and she had twenty minutes to do something about it. She wasn’t planning on doing it herself.



“Oh,” she yelped and let her back slam against the slippery wall, making enough noise to get Toni’s attention. It only took Toni two seconds and three long strides to reach her side, her hands planted under Rachel’s armpits and her eyes scanning Rachel’s face for signs of an imminent blackout. Rachel may not have to fake that dizzy spell after all. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she took stock of the situation. Two naked women crammed together in a shower cubicle with no one else around. No, not just two women—Rachel cornered by Toni’s strong arms against the wall, which was getting colder against her hot skin. Rachel couldn’t help but notice Toni’s hard nipples, dark circles standing out against the light mocha complexion of her skin, like candy waiting to be licked.



“Shit,” Rachel whispered as she heard the door of the changing room swing open and then shut. Toni put her hand in front of Rachel’s mouth, curling her long fingers across her jaw.



“Shhht,” she hissed. “If we’re lucky, she’ll be in and out.”



Distant footsteps pattered about and Rachel prayed for them to not come any closer to the showers. Toni fixed her hazelnut eyes on Rachel, her hand still curved over Rachel’s lips. Water drummed down around them and bounced up over their feet. Things can hardly get wetter, Rachel thought, but immediately had to correct herself. It wasn’t just water from the shower seeping down her legs. Her entire body pulsed and throbbed, aching to be touched more intimately by Toni.



Toni still had one hand underneath Rachel’s armpit, but now withdrew it. She used it to shove the shower doors together and then gently ran a finger across Rachel’s collar bone. Her finger travelled between Rachel’s breasts, down to her belly. Whoever had come in was still fumbling with locker keys and Rachel heard precious seconds ticking away in her head. The presence of the other woman didn’t seem to faze Toni, who took the opportunity to drive Rachel wild by skimming just one finger over her upper body. A nail trailed over Rachel’s abs now and she was grateful for the extra crunches their body pump instructor subjected them to at the end of every class.



Beneath Toni’s other hand, the one still clamped over her chin, Rachel widened her mouth and ran her lips over Toni’s drenched palm. Soon she was licking her fingers and sucking them into her mouth—at least it kept her quiet.



Bam. The unwanted visitor left the locker room and a heavy thud of the door was the signal for both of them to crank up the heat. Time was not on their side and the cleaners would be in soon. Toni seemed to get the message as well and pushed her body against Rachel’s, finally lavishing her with the touch she craved. Before pressing her lips hard against Rachel’s mouth, she peered into her eyes one last time and the longing shining through them was inescapable. Rachel felt her knees go wobbly again, only this time it wasn’t because her body couldn’t cope. Toni’s hands explored her breasts and they had no time for soft strokes. Rachel’s nipples hardened under Toni’s tugs and, instinctively, she spread her legs.



“Fuck me,” Rachel moaned. Toni’s lips moistened her already soaked neck and her ears were right next to Rachel’s mouth. Rachel grabbed Toni’s head and yanked it up to face her. “Fuck me now,” she repeated and thrust herself against Toni’s hard wet body. She snagged Toni’s hand and pushed it down, unable to wait any longer.



“I need your fingers inside of me.” Rachel was ready to resort to begging to quench the lust dripping from her, flooding her inner thighs. Toni’s fingers didn’t delay and slipped inside Rachel as if they were made for nothing else.



“More.” Rachel couldn’t stop herself. Toni fucked her with two fingers, burying them deeper with every thrust. Sweat mixed with soap and lusty juices and all Rachel heard was water coming down around them and the sound of Toni working on her pussy. Toni didn’t need coaxing to add a third finger and when Rachel opened her eyes for a split second she could see how the strong muscles in Toni’s arm bulged with every stroke.



Rachel dug her hands into Toni’s wet hair and pushed her down. Not that she needed it to climax—she could already feel the orgasm building, tingling in her fingertips and toes—but she desperately wanted to feel Toni’s tongue on her clit. Toni dropped to her knees on the rubber shower floor and didn’t hold back. She started with one careful, almost hesitant flick of the tongue but soon transitioned into confident licks and nudges while her fingers continued to fuck Rachel to a screaming orgasm.



Rachel marvelled at the feeling of Toni’s tongue dancing around her sensitive clit and increasing the tension in her body. She adored the tiny explosions her sexy spin instructor’s fingers caused to ripple through her blood. She wanted to lean against that cold damp wall forever and have Toni go at her until her trained muscles would give up—not a thing Rachel would expect to happen any time soon. Toni’s fingers drove upwards inside of her, touching her in all her most sensitive spots and filling her until Rachel believed she couldn’t take anymore. The friction on her clit increased as Toni sucked it in and out of her mouth between puckered lips.



It felt as if all her insides were collapsing, swallowing each other only to be spit out again with big joyous bursts. Every thrust of Toni’s fingers ignited a fresh round of swirling fireworks inside Rachel’s bones and a satisfying warmth swarmed through her. She clasped her fingers in Toni’s hair as her body tensed and relaxed, first in big slow waves and then short intense ones. Rachel pushed Toni’s mouth away from her clit and revelled in the strong, unrelenting strokes of her fingers deep inside of her for just one moment longer before pulling Toni up and kissing her with all she had.



“Best wash up,” Toni said, looking almost unflustered. She glanced at her waterproof watch. “We have five minutes.”



Rachel still stood panting against the wall and it felt as if she’d spent the last five hours in the cubicle, while, in reality, it couldn’t have been longer than ten minutes.



“I owe you one.” Rachel curled her fingers around Toni’s wrist, not wanting to let her go just yet.



“Same time next week.” Toni pecked her low on the cheek, next to her lips, and slipped out of her grasp.



Rachel couldn’t wait.

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