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by Tammy Goaren


  I shake my head and enter the women’s locker room, changing out of my clothes that smell vaguely of stale beer and old cigarettes. They go back into the bottom of my gym bag, and my panties go next. They’re too nice to get my exercise sweat all over them. I squeeze into my sports bra and shorts, and pull my chestnut hair back into a quick ponytail. I didn’t wash my face before leaving the bar, so I head over to the sink to quickly take care of my makeup. The effect of it in the mirror isn’t terrible, though it has started to melt down my face a bit. My normally bright blue eyes had a shadow below them that’s only halfway sleepiness and the rest is just hours-old eyeliner. I scrub at my eyes quickly, erasing the exhaustion from my features with a blast of icy water.

  ‘Much better,’ I decide, giving myself a once-over. I at least look like I’m here to get some exercise.

  I make my way out of the locker room. The sounds of splashing have faded, and I breathe a sigh of relief. The pool is pretty large, almost an Olympic sized thing, and it’s walled in on two sides with windows. Once I make it to the other side of the hall, I’ll be able to look in and check to make sure that everything’s okay, and sure, I’ll admit it, I’ve always been a nosy kind of person.

  I come up to the window and freeze. They weren’t in the water anymore, but they are still in the tiled area. It’s a couple, a man and a woman, and they’re up against the wall. I blush as my brain processes what’s happening, one painstaking detail at a time. The girl’s bathing suit lies on the floor, several feet away from them, and the man’s suit is by his feet. My hand rises to cover my mouth as I fight off a startled giggle. The embarrassment fades, but the blush that had entered my cheeks only grew more pronounced.

  The girl faces the wall, her hips angled upward by the man’s hands. The muscles in his ass flex as he humps into her. Their grunts and moans echo across the pool, and I hear them as if they’re only a few feet away from me, not yards away with a pane of glass in between us. The woman’s hands are braced against the wall, and her legs are spread out. Her back makes a smooth curve that the man slides his fingers over before sinking his teeth into her neck.

  They’re at such an angle that I can see everything, and I watch them from the side. The girl’s red hair spills over her shoulder, obscuring my view of her breasts, but I still see each bounce as the man thrusts into her. His hands dig into her hips, pulling her into him. I’m not close enough to see the way that each of his fingers presses into the soft flesh of her legs and ass, but that doesn’t stop my imagination from taking me straight there. A fire roars up between my legs, and I let the hand that isn’t covering my mouth trace over my inner thigh before I can even realize what I’m doing.

  And then I snap out of it. I briefly battle a wave of shame and lose, backing away from the scene and trying to erase it from my head as I half-run upstairs to the elliptical machines and treadmills. I don’t think of him pulling her red hair into a fist, forcing her head around to smother her in sloppy kisses; I pick out a stationary bike and set it up to give me a course with imaginary hills. I don’t think of her sliding her hands to her ass cheeks to spread herself wide for him; I pull out my phone and pick out some music to get me pumped up. The more I don’t think about the couple fucking in the pool, the more I find myself grinding against the seat of the stationary bike.

  I can feel my wetness seeping through my gym shorts and can’t even be bothered to blush. I can’t fight the fantasies anymore, and I let them flow into me and fuel my workout. My heavy breathing could easily be from either the exertion of my legs or the delicious feeling of the bike seat between my legs. My eyes slide closed and I let a hand rise to cup my breast, the thumb gently circling my nipple in time to the generic house music pounding in my earbuds. To hell with “nosy,” I had become a complete voyeur. I don’t feel any shame as I roll my hips to grind against the seat. I stop pedaling altogether and just let myself take a shuddering moment to enjoy myself. I trace over my clit in a slow stroke outside of my shorts, a sigh slipping out of my mouth. Then I plunge my hand inside my shorts, taking the wet heat of my shaved pussy and spreading it over my clit in small circles. I keep it slow, coasting off of the thrill of it. One finger slips inside of me, pulling a small moan from my throat.

  A man’s voice from behind me startles me out of my moment. The ecstasy that had been building is now a driving panic that has my hands trembling as I tear my earbuds out of my ears and whip around to face the source of the voice. Three men were standing in the door, wearing the t-shirt and shorts that were the gym’s employees’ uniform. I stand up guiltily and hide my hands behind my back. I can’t look any of them in the eye. I’ve never in my life been so mortified.

  “Miss, we have rules about inappropriate, um, behaviors here,” one of them said.

  Chapter 2

  I can hear my heartbeat pick up as I risk a glance up at their faces. No one looks upset with me. In fact, they look kind of turned on. I let my hands fall to my sides, one of them still coated with my arousal. I watch as one of the men openly stares at it, and the other two seem preoccupied with my tits. Even if they’re not much to look at in my sports bra, I’ve always been proud of my breasts. They’re a good shape, perky, and they’re decently big; they’re at least a big reason for how much I get in tips down at the bar.

  An idea crosses my mind, and I tilt my head to the side. “Sorry,” I say in a voice that hardly sounds like my own. “I just got a little carried away.”

  “Well, it’s against our policies here to have that kind of thing. We can’t just ignore this incident. You understand, right?” one of them said. His scant shorts could barely hold in his erection, much less hide it.

  “Please don’t cancel my membership,” I say, trying not to sound as alarmed as the thought of that made me. “I wasn’t bothering anyone and I’ll wipe down the bike when I’m done, so can we maybe just pretend this never happened?” My hands slide up my sides and cross over my stomach as I lift my sports bra over my head. “What do you boys say?”

  The first one that spoke grins at me, shaking his head. He’s a beefy looking guy with close-cropped brown hair and a tattoo of a snake on his shoulder. He says, “It’s going to take a bit more than that to change our minds.”

  I had assumed that much already anyway. It doesn’t much matter to me. I’m already soaking wet and throbbing with desire. I had gotten too close to orgasm to get by without one, and the need of it is making my knees feel weak. I drop my bra to the floor and look straight into the eyes of the second man as I slip my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. He’s completely bald and less muscular than the first man, built more like a runner than a lifter. The third has black hair and it’s tied behind his head in a short ponytail. He’s too pale to be a sports player, so I give a shot in the dark guess and assume that he’s a personal trainer here in the gym.

  I look over all three of them one more time as I pull off my shorts and step out of them. “I think we can work something out,” I say in a soft voice. I hope that they don’t think that the tremble is from how deeply I want to be fucked. “My name’s Holly,” I add in a kind of afterthought. I step closer and get a chance to read their name tags. The first is Nick, a weight lifting trainer. The second is Daniel, a yoga instructor. The third I had also pegged a bit wrong; his name is Greg and he’s a life guard.

  ‘A yoga instructor…must be flexible,’ my brain fills in for me before I realize that there was a lifeguard at the pool all along.

  “Hey wait,” I say, grabbing hold of the distraction. “If you’re the lifeguard, then you must have seen that couple fucking in the pool just now.”

  Greg blinks at me and then laughs. “That’s the owner and her husband. They do that from time to time. And it’s not like we can really tell them not to. I don’t think anyone’s ever seen them going at it before though.” He takes a few steps towards me and puts a hand on my stomach. Right into my ear he growls, “Did it turn you on, seeing them fuck?”

  My body kicks into
overdrive. The panic evaporates from me, and that driving need floods back in. I use my feet to take off my shoes and my socks, and I give all three of them a shaky nod. Nick smirks, gestures for me to follow him, and walks out the door. Greg releases me and picks up my clothes, my shoes, my towel, and my phone. Daniel takes me by the wrist when it becomes clear that I still don’t understand, and pulls me out into the hall. There isn’t anyone there, but I’m still flushed with renewed embarrassment at being led by the wrist, completely naked, on display for the amusement of these three men. The shame of it builds up to a naughty thrill in my chest as we enter a more private room meant for lessons. It only takes the light switch flipping on for me to realize why they picked this room. The floor and walls are all padded, except for one wall that’s just a mirror.

  Greg drops all my things in a heap by the door, and he locks it behind us. There aren’t any windows in this room; it’s only meant for private training. I wonder if anyone else has ever fucked in here before, and the thought of it sends my breathing out of control. The sight of myself in the mirror wall, my cheeks flushed and knees knocking together as I grind my thighs into each other, I know how I must look to these men. I know how much I need this, and I know how much they know it.

  Daniel is the first to shed his clothes, dropping his shirt carelessly behind him to expose muscles far more defined than I had expected, but I dismiss the surprise almost immediately. Yoga takes a lot of discipline and core strength once you get into it. As his shorts drop to the floor, I get a good view of his erection. It’s more impressive than the outline of it I had seen in his shorts. I take a tentative step towards him, and meeting no kind of negative response, I move to stand in front of him. His hands drag over my ribs and come to rest on my shoulders, pushing me down to the padded floor.

  I can take a hint. My fingers wrap around the base of his shaft as my lips ghost over the tip of his dick. For a moment, I’m lost in the taste of him. Cock isn’t a flavor that I ever think of as something to savor, but after living without it for a few months, I crave it. He moves his hands to the back of my head and pulls my mouth over him more completely. I almost gag, out of practice with giving head, but manage to relax my throat to let him thrust into me. I close my eyes and focus on the task at hand. My tongue presses his cock into the roof of my mouth, and I apply suction with each of his thrusts. Daniel groans out a swear or two, letting me take control. I pull back and swirl my tongue around his dick head, forming a seal around him with my lips.

  “Is it good?” I pant out, releasing him for just a moment before pulling him back into my mouth.

  “Fuck yeah,” he says. His hands tangle in my hair, still letting me decide how to pleasure him. I know I’m a bit rusty, but I do my best up until another man’s hand grabs me at the elbow, pulling me up to my feet.

  “Hey now, you’re forgetting about us,” Nick says, a mock pout on his face. I let him drag me to a standing position and I drag the back of my hand across my chin, wiping away all of the spit that had spilled out of my mouth. My hand barely leaves my face before Nick steals my lips with his. His tongue traces the inside of my lower lip as Greg starts to undress in my peripheral vision.

  I lift the hem of Nick’s shirt, dragging it up between us and over his head. Greg takes advantage of the gap in Nick’s kiss to pull me to him. Our naked bodies press into each other, his thick cock slipping between my legs to slide into the wet mess that’s been seeping out of me. I shudder and lean into his kiss. His teeth click against mine as I let my tongue explore the roof of his mouth, the space beneath his tongue, everything and everywhere. Hot panting breaths fog my vision, but I can’t let my eyes close. I turn my head to the side and let him devour my neck. Greg’s tongue slides down to my breast and I hiss in fierce pleasure as he takes my nipple between his teeth. His hands feel so rough, pawing at my skin and gripping handfuls of my soft flesh. I must feel like bread dough compared to his rock hard body, not to mention the other rock hard parts of him. His cock had fallen from where I had been holding it between my thighs when he stooped down to pleasure my breasts, and I miss its presence, aching for more contact.

  I moan as one of the others comes up behind me, his hands at my waist. I feel Daniel’s bald head against my cheek as he nips and nibbles at the base of my neck. His fingers trail down to my pussy, massaging my lips. The pressure on my clit has me tossing my head, and I knock skulls with Daniel, too far gone to even think about apologies.

  ‘It’s his fault,’ I decide, fighting for air with each panting breath. ‘All their fault. God they need to take responsibility.’ The thought brings a fresh cry from my chest, and I untangle myself from them with only the faintest amount of regret. Each of my manicured hands finds a cock, and I slowly start pumping them. I let my nails drag lightly over their soft skin, and I get a “Fuck,” of appreciation from Greg. Nick is only watching, and I make eye contact with him, let him see the need growing inside of me.

  “Fuck me,” I say, trying to make it a demand. My tone is too close to begging, but I’m too far gone to care. I drop both dicks and walk over to the padded wall, leaning my hands up against it in the same position that the redhead had taken in the pool. Arousal spills from my aching hole as I repeat myself, “One of you has to get over here, and fuck me right now.”

  Chapter 3

  Nick smirks that smirk of his, and he lets his shorts fall to the floor. He’s larger than I thought he was, and doesn’t seem self-conscious in the slightest. I lean my chest into the wall and let my hands fall to my ass cheeks, spreading myself wide for all three of them to see. Nick’s on me so fast. He shoves himself all the way inside, and I squeal in pleasure and surprise and approval. He pulls all the way out just as suddenly, and my whole body shakes with anticipation, ready to feel him again. I’m not disappointed. Nick fills me up again, one of his hands sliding up the small of my back. He knocks the hands away from my ass, and I brace them against the wall again, leaning into him. He presses on my back, pulling all the way out again.

  “You think you’re in control here?” he growls, stuffing me again.

  He pushes down on my back, forcing me to bend lower. Daniel comes up to my face, and I take his cock into my mouth as best I can while not moving from the position that Nick had forced me to take. Excess spit spills out of my mouth, and Nick pulls out of me again. I groan with need into Daniel’s cock.

  “That’s a good girl,” Nick says, stuffing me again, this time with an added slap against my ass. Daniel’s cock falls from my mouth as he grabs my hair and drags my head up to him.

  It’s so hard to kiss him without letting Nick’s cock fall out of me, but I manage it somehow. The thrill of feeling my fantasy playing out has me completely powerless to the heat building inside of me. I can’t control my body. I can’t do anything but seek out more. More feeling, more heat, more pleasure. Nick releases my hair and I rock my hips against him.

  “Please, let me come, please,” I beg, trying to get him to make a rhythm fast enough. He lets out a low chuckle, and for a moment, I think that he won’t let me, that he’ll just keep playing with me and teasing me, but he complies. He fucks me good and hard, dragging my hips back to slam into him with each thrust. The feel of it, mixed with the sensations of spit trailing out of my mouth and the taste of cock in my mouth, seeing Greg and Daniel both masturbating as they watch me, the combination of so many things sends me over the edge. The heat in my chest connects to the slamming of Nick’s cock, and I cry out as I orgasm. My muscles spasm and contract, pulling Nick even further inside. He lets out a groan of pleasure, continuing to fuck me as I ride out the full length of my orgasm.

  Nick pulls out, saying, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.” He laughs a bit, and adds, “You got me close though.”

  “Well if you’re not going to,” Greg said, pushing Nick out of the way. He takes me by the shoulders and turns me around. My legs feel like jelly as he pushes me up against the wall, easily taking Nick’s place. He thrusts up and into me,
my pussy still tender and pulsing with aftershocks. It’s almost too much feeling, and I have to distance myself from the feeling. I glance over Nick’s cock, seeing the sheen of my come on him. I turn my gaze to Daniel and see the need in his eyes, an echo of the needs that I just had fulfilled.

  “Hold on,” I say to Greg, and he grudgingly stops fucking me. “My ass,” I say, blushing anew as I make the request, “Fuck my ass, too.” It just makes sense to me. There are three of them, and I have three holes. There’s no sense in “taking turns.” I want to feel all of them, all at once.

  I kneel down and beckon Daniel to come forward. With Greg’s dick in one hand, I suck leisurely on Daniel, coating his shaft in my spit. It’s the closest thing to lube that I’m likely to get, and I intend to enjoy every moment of this. A finger slips inside my slit, and I break off from Daniel, startled. It’s Nick behind me, borrowing the come still inside me to lubricate my asshole. I wiggle my hole against his finger as he plays with me, and I resume my attention on the other two men. Daniel’s hand moves to my chin, angling my face up to look him in the eye as I pleasure him.

  It doesn’t take long for Greg to get impatient with just my distracted hand job. He takes me by the elbow and I’m standing again. He picks me up, holding me up with just his upper body strength, and he lowers me onto his cock as if I weigh nothing at all. Daniel takes his place behind me, his dick teasing my stretched asshole. He lends his strength to help keep me aloft as he presses inside. It isn’t the easy slide that I’m used to. Anal feels nothing like I expect. I can feel every ridge of muscle relax as I do my best not to fight the intrusion. More than that, I can feel Greg press against Daniel inside of me, and the added tightness drives Greg’s member to grate over my g-spot. I go light headed as I rock myself into both of their cocks. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, sandwiched between these two muscular strangers. I can’t ignore the open lust in my expression, or the way that all of the men keep studying me in the mirror and in the flesh in equal measure. Sounds I’ve only ever heard in porn fall from my mouth as I squeal and mewl and try to form the words to beg for who even knows what.

 

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