by Kot, Eleyne
“I like the way she surrenders to us. She's so sweet at it,” Drew comments to Tony. “Shall we tie her to bed or cuff her?”
My pussy's burning when I hear these words.
Tony rubs my clit, sending even more fire through me, and making me breathe fast.
“Maybe a bit later, now she may need her hands. For now, the collar goes back on her neck. Lift up your hair, Eleyne.” After a moment I feel the touch of leather on my skin again. “Now, be a good girl, and do what you’re told. I want my second breakfast.” He pushes me on my back and gets at my clit, starts licking it and sending delicious, fiery waves of pleasure through me while Drew removes his pants and gives me his dick to suck. God, Tony's tongue and fingers are almost making me cum again; he's sliding them into my pussy and arsehole. His tongue is busy with my clit. I want to moan loudly, but Drew's dick prevents me from making a sound. His hands on my head are directing the pace. I lose track of time and don't know how long this lasts; it only stops when they both decide they want to screw me.
Drew lies down and pulls me on top and starts to fuck my pussy. Tony enthusiastically attacks my butt from the back. I'm almost fainting in their arms as they both screw me, their hands caressing me. I turn my head to Tony and we kiss. His tongue dances with mine for a long time while Drew pulls me down to kiss him, too. I'm going insane while being skewered by them. My cries of pleasure can be probably heard in throughout the entire house, my ecstasy grows until it can grow no further and I climax.
My orgasm rolls over me violently, and my pussy and asshole vibrate uncontrollably. But they still want more. They reposition me - now I straddle Tony who continues fucking my arsehole while Drew sticks to screwing my pussy. Each of their thrusts sends me higher. I can feel every inch of their dicks going in and out. They both groan in pleasure and keep on banging me greedily. I lose track of time again, my world narrows to the feel of their cocks inside me and their hands and tongues on my body. They make me orgasm again and this time my reaction takes them with me. I can feel them cumming, too, inside of me, their seed flooding my insides.
They slide out and release me from their embrace. We lie down for a while unwinding. I snuggle close to Tony, wanting to feel his warmth and smell, but I have an impression that all of us fall asleep again for a while.
After what seems to only be a few minutes, I hear, “OK, now you can show me the gadgets.” Drew is back and "all business" again, he gets off the bed to bring the two laptops over. He sits on my side with Tony on the other side of me. They give me both laptops.
“Sure. The black one is Yasmin´s, the blue one´s mine,” I turn them both on.
“That zombie game you showed us is very funny. You were right saying it´s addictive,” Tony admits, “but you didn´t actually show us other things that these computers can do.”
“Well, it depends what programs you have on it. I mainly use mine as a text editor, I have some music and movies on it, some photographs, one game. I also use for browsing the Internet,” I reply.
“What are all these things on the screen?” another question comes.
“Well, most of these are folders, the other ones are programs and that kind of stuff.”
“What does this one contain?” Tony points to a one entitled YouTube choreographies.
“I told you yesterday that I had been a fitness instructor, remember?” He nods his head. “Well, this folder contains some cardio routines from fitness conventions. Like a final product of a class.”
“Show us,” both of them demand.
Well, I open the file and let them see one of the videos with a very well-known presenter. They watch it in silence. Only when it’s finished do they start commenting and asking more questions.
“Could you teach this one?” asks Tony. “It looks fucking difficult, all these turns and jumps..”
“Well, I don´t know. First, I would have to learn it myself as you see it here, and then try to break it down into basic movement and try to come up with how to teach all of these more complex moves. It could take me like two or three hours. I haven´t been to that class myself and I couldn´t record it from the beginning, so it´s not so easy.”
“Does all fitness in 2011 look like that? Most people can't do it for sure,” says Tony looking at me.
“You're right, they can't. These videos were made at fitness conventions and it's mostly instructors who go there. And the point is that we require a challenge and a chance to learn something new. If we get something that is too easy and we can follow without any trouble, it means we don’t learn. Though I admit, we can rarely bring all these fancy movements to our fitness studios unless we have very advanced groups. In most cases we have to do something much easier on everyday basis.”
“But does it all look like dancing? It's like women's stuff,” he insists.
“Well, there are other formats, too, and as for women's stuff you'd be surprised how many men are presenters and instructors. Some also come to these dance and step classes from studios. Some are really good.” And I open another choreo by one of the most creative male presenters. “Look.”
After they finish watching, I say, “And he's not the only one. Sometimes I think that it's even easier to become a presenter when you're a man, than when you're a woman.. Maybe because there are still a lot of women who go to conventions and we are more critical about our own gender, so a gal has to be really good to get acknowledged. For a guy it may be easier. Even if he's not too good, we can at least look at a handsome man jumping on the stage in front of us.”
Both of them laugh. Then Drew remarks, “Well, the guy is sure funny. And I suppose women find him good looking.”
“Most of them are good looking,” I giggle, “though I never had any closer contacts with them so don’t ask me about this.”
They burst out laughing.
“You mean this kind of contacts?” Tony pets my boobs.
“Exactly this,” I continue giggling, “I only could have partied and gotten drunk with them and most of the other convention participants.”
“This doesn’t sound like a very ‘fitness’ way of life,” Drew chuckles.
“Well, nobody’s perfect,” I shrug.
We continue chatting about fitness, presenters and some conventions that I went to. They also watch more of the videos I saved in my laptop. But finally they get bored of talking about choreographies and Tony complains, “All this looks nice, but what if a man wants to attend a class in 2011 and he doesn’t want to dance and shake his butt like these videos you showed us?”
“Well, there are other non-dance formats such as a lot of types of body-sculpting classes, yoga fusion classes, aero kickboxing classes, biking classes and so on. This stuff is really very developed. Personally, what I like the most from body-sculpting classes is Body Pump; it's supposed to burn fat and to build up your stamina.”
“What is it like?” asks Drew.
“Well, you do a full song for each muscle group with a bar or free weights. It really works, though maybe on me it's not really visible. But I like my food and wine too much,” I smile at them, “and you do get quite a lot of men at these classes. Sometimes more than 50 percent of the group is male.”
“Can you show us a video of this? Do you have anything here on your computer?” asks Tony, looking curious.
“Let me have a look,” I browse through some files on the desktop. “Here, look.” They watch the video showing the launch of Body Pump in one of the U.S., studios in silence.
“This does look interesting,” Drew nods his head after watching the video.
“We do have these kinds of bars here, and we have a small gym in the basement,” Tony says absentmindedly.
“And you're only saying it now?” I exclaim. “Let me have a look at it.” I jump out of the bed and grab a robe and look at Tony expectantly. He looks at me amused.
“OK. Let's go,” he puts on his underwear and we go down. In the basement it turns out that the gym room is not very big; it
has a treadmill, an elliptical machine, a weight-lifting combo and... I see some bars and plates. I check them out. It seems that they are exactly what is needed for Body Pump. And there are five sets of them.
“Purrrfuct,” I purr loudly. “Do you know what it means?” I look at Tony.
“Tell me,” he answers.
“I can give you all a Body Pump class. I have the music for it in my laptop, maybe it's not heavy-metal, but it works with the format. We just have to hide the computer from Steven and Don and pretend the music is played from a hi-fi. And perhaps we should do it outside, it may be a bit tight for five of us here.” I look at him excited at the idea.
“You want to make us sweat?” He asks smiling. “What if we prefer sweating with you in bed?” He embraces me and pulls me close. Feeling his body pressed against mine I have to fight off my instant desire. This man just makes me think of sex in every situation.
“Don't tell me that you're afraid of exercising with a bar? You can do it, can't you?” I try to challenge him.
He looks me in the eyes.
“Why do I think you're trying to trick us into doing it?” His hands start to caress my back distracting me quite efficiently.
“Me???” I play innocent. “Tricking you??? I'd just like you to try.”
I look him in the eyes, too, and kiss him.
Our tongues play together for quite a while. After we stop, Tony agrees.
“OK, I'll try. But you still have to convince the other guys.”
“Well, let's go up and I'll start convincing Drew.”
We come back to the bedroom, the Steel Virgin’s front man is still there with the laptop, trying to watch various things from the desktop.
“I found out more of this Body Pump videos on your computer. I'd like to try it out. It really looks interesting,” he says.
“No problem,” I croon beatifically, it looks I don’t need to convince him. “It seems that the bars the guys have here can serve for Body Pump perfectly. We'll just have to do it outside. And the music won't be heavy-metal, but some pop and disco.”
“Why?” both of them ask.
“Because it has to be cut a bit, has to be at a certain beats per minute speed and I have to know it by heart to be able to announce the next exercise. The choreography in Body Pump is fixed, matched with the music. So I can't use songs that I don't know even if I recognize the phrases.”
“It sucks you can’t use heavy metal,” Drew complains. “And how are you going to play your music so that the others don’t see it comes from your computer?”
He makes me start to think. I frown.
“Can’t we somehow connect the loudspeakers to it? Or something?”
“Forget it, Eleyne. The jacks of our hifi won’t work with it. And don’t expect us to know how your XXI century technology might cooperate with what we have here.” Tony shakes his head.
“There’s another little problem, I don't have any sports clothes here, or shoes,” Drew frowns.
“Hmm,” I think, “this seems easier, could you guys lend them some shorts and t-shirts? Whatever, you do have a washing machine and a tumble drier as well, so everything can get washed afterwards. Shoes are not so necessary because there's no jumping or impact. Let me just get my fitness clothes, I do have some,” I grab the stuff from my suitcase and try to run to the bathroom to change quickly when Tony stops me.
“We still haven’t solved how you are going to play the music.”
I really want to show them the class, and make them participate. I admit, it might be my tiny revenge, especially on the guys that were not on my ‘to fuck” list. Seeing them sweating with the bars will sure boost my morale. The necessity makes me come up with an idea.
“Do you have a cd player here? I remember they were already beginning to available.” I frown again thinking.
“We do. But what about the music?” Tony answers.
In reply I start digging in my bag again. Carrying cds with me in my luggage was perhaps not the best idea, especially when I have all Julian Twist music on my mp3 player, but I still love having them with me, love the notion of having original releases. And when I was packing I had this wild thought that if I manage to go to Julian Twist gig in the UK and also to get backstage, I could perhaps ask for an autograph on one or two of them even if I don’t manage to put my hands on Tony. All the shiny discs are in a soft protective album. Having it in my hands I explain.
“I have cds with your music, Tony. I can make a Body Pump workout with your songs, I know them really well.” I smile sweetly, then I warn him. “Just don’t dare to look at the other discs. You shouldn’t really know what you will record in the future.”
I see he’s curious, he doesn’t say anything, just nods, but they all had the same curiosity all over their faces when they were playing with Yasmin’s iPod. In order to make sure his inquisitiveness doesn’t win with common sense I take the album with me to the bathroom to change into my sports outfit.
“I'm ready,” I announce going out. “Let's go down and get Steven and Don, they must be a bit bored by now.”
Yasmin’s Story:
We are together, playing shamelessly with our bodies and mouths. Jim and Colin are kissing me again, taking turns doing it, sliding their hands over my boobs and pussy. They’re making me hotter with every second that passes. I´m caressing their crotches, grabbing the men’s nuts, jerking the two dicks at the same time; but before I notice, they push my head down to their bellies, so I have those deliciously sinful tools in front of me. I take Jim’s dick, taste it slowly while stroking Colin’s, and lick it up and down the shaft, and then do the same to Colin; but I cannot register exactly what I do to one or the other, and in a moment I try to lick the two dicks at the same time, pressing them together, sucking them, playing with my mouth and tongue over each millimeter of male skin.
Then I look up to their faces and I just can’t resist going up and messing with them, playing with their tongues again is so delicious. And I love doing it, just go on biting their necks, clawing them, licking the two bodies all down to their bellies again. While I engulf the dicks, one by one, I feel them fingering me intensely. It is so wonderful to be a part of this for me. But my wet and hungry slit needs more than their fingers, so I let them know it by pushing Jim over the bed. I sit on his face, opening my legs wide, eager to feel his tongue and tug on Colin to be at my back.
It’s like my wildest dream all over again. Colin's full erection enters my arse while Jim still licks my clit. My holes are so wet and hot that Jim's fingers slide in easily; he keeps on licking and sucking my swollen clit, making me moan. Thrills of pleasure run up and down my spine, while Colin's dick fiercely pumps in and out of my arse. My mind is so absorbed by the pleasure they are giving me that I would sell my soul to be able to get it anytime I want. Every moment I’m getting wilder, Colin's hands are playing with my boobs, pinching my nipples. I hear his breath near my ear. I search for his mouth and lick his tongue as if I were insane. I finger my slit, give him my fingers to suck and he does; he sucks, licks them and I repeat the same action. I love to see him doing that. I want him to get dirtier, hotter. He keeps on kneading my boobs and I try to reach his butt but I can´t.
He opens my arsehole with his hands, banging deeper and harder. My body seems to break into pieces being submitted to such wild pleasures. I´m coming over Jim’s tongue moving my hips frantically, and he eats all my creamy pussy within a moment. I collapse over his body, not being able to control myself, my pussy and arsehole are contracting, while tightening around Jim's fingers and Colin's dick, claiming his juices.
Then I shift and begin to suck Jim’s hard cock, I take it all. I just want him, his cum on my tongue, to taste everything that he has, to swallow everything that he has for me. Colin is still doing my arse while I'm busy with Jim's dick, making him groan louder and louder, till suddenly he shudders and comes in my mouth. I reach the climax again feeling Colin's dick banging my butt. My ecstasy is too intense
, making me feel like jelly, soft, melting down into his arms while he comes in my arse. I know Jim is at our side, stroking me, massaging my clit, adding more fire to all this madness. How can I resist all this sinfulness successfully? Impossible, I’m ready to go ahead without limits to my appetite.
I'm lying on the bed, half asleep, thinking of all the things that happened during the last day... Drew, Steven, Don... they were introduced into our lives without warning. I was not ready for this but it still happened.
“Hey,” I murmur and they turn their glances to me.
“I would like to tell you something,” I don’t feel secure about the words I want to say.
“Just say it,” says Jim, “and that's all.”
Colin gets up and gets some water from the night table.
“Listen, Colin,” I start again, “I just want to tell...that ...I really don´t know what is happening with me.”
He does not look very interested and Jim just frowns.
“All women say the same,” he comments.
Meanwhile Colin is getting dressed so I sit on bed, demanding attention.
“My idea of making love...”
“Of fucking,” Jim breaks in raising his eyebrows.
“As she likes it,” Colin comments, “if she says one thing word, don´t change it.”
Jim just shrugs and starts to search for his clothes.
“Well, I don’t know why, but I am doing things I have never thought of.”
“I’ve heard all this before,” murmurs Jim.
“But I never thought of fucking other guys while you are near or making such parties, including Don, Steven, Drew...”
“Never thought of Drew?” Colin raises his eyebrows.
“Not with you so close. It’s as if I was doing things driven by impulse to… I don’t know... by my desire to please you.”
I look at them and feel my cheeks blush. They look at me and keep on dressing.
“Do you understand me, Colin?” I inquire.
