“Tell me if it hurts,” she said.
“It won’t. I want you to do it.” I looked into her eyes. “Fuck me, Max.”
She slowly pushed one, then two fingers inside. The incredible feeling of knowing it was Max fucking me overpowered the first small bit of pain. I wanted more and my hips went crazy, but she hung on and quickened her pace. How did she know exactly what I needed? The orgasm started deep within my belly, radiating, pulsating from my G-spot to my clit.
“Oh, Max, I’m coming.”
“Let it go, baby, let it go.” She circled my clit with her tongue while she fucked me. I drew blood on her back as I dug my nails into her hot, damp flesh. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I held my breath so all I could feel was my clit and the spasms rippling through my body. She didn’t’ stop until my last shudder and I let out my breath. She kept her fingers in me and licked my clit until it was hard again. This time I came so hard I cried. Max pulled me into her arms and kissed away my tears.
I couldn’t help myself: I had to ask, “Why, Max? Why now?”
“I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t take it if I lost you.”
“You won’t lose me. I’m staying right here”—I put my hand over her heart— “forever. I love you, Max. I’ve always loved you.”
“Love you, too,” she said gruffly, but her eyes were tender. “And as of now, you’re officially retired.”
Exercise Dyke
KC and Sunny do way more than burn off calories with the help of health club and a hot tub.
I just had finished my third set of bicep curls when I noticed this zaftig femme checking me out. Something about her made it tough to steal back my gaze.
Quite frankly, she took my breath away.
It required hard work and dedication to achieve endurance and develop more lean body mass and less adipose tissue than was considered average for my size. Proud of my accomplishments, I was in peak physical condition for the triathlon coming up in June. All the rigorous training showed as my muscles rippled. I had no trouble lifting, running, swimming, or biking at top speed. An addictive personality was both a blessing and a curse. Although I’d admit to being a pushover when it came to desirable women, I didn’t apologize for craving exercise, endorphins and sex. As far as I was concerned, those traits defined a well-toned butch.
Since I wasn’t the least bit tired, and she was obviously new around here, I decided to show off with another set, only with heavier weights. Wearing only a white A-line tank over a sports bra, I had free range of motion, but more importantly, the combo accentuated my broad shoulders and tight abs. The comfortable, well-worn cut-offs were a bit too short, but I didn’t mind the attention. Why not impress her with my powerful thighs while I was at it? I strutted my stuff. Look here, one hundred percent lean, mean, grade-A, prime butch, and I strode over to the leg press.
Once I’d adjusted the equipment for my height, I tacked on double the usual weight, and settled into the chair in a semi-reclining position. With my head and back firmly pressed against the padded seat, I placed my feet on the foot plate, hip-width apart. My shorts rode up. Anyone standing nearby could have a free show. I lifted the lever to free the weights and deliberately grasped the handles tight as might, which made my biceps bulge. Okay, so I made a big production out of it, but the benefits were well worth the effort. Typically, I preferred less weight and more reps for strength rather than bulk, but I had a captive audience.
I stretched and flexed my quads in slow, fluid movements for emphasis. She watched me while she rocked back and forth on the StairMaster. It was impossible not to notice how gracefully she shifted her weight from one foot to the other in time to the background music. Thinner women weren’t as light on their feet nor could they make climbing stairs look like ballet the way she did. As I observed her move in a syncopated motion with a captivating rhythm, I doubted that Reuben could do her portrait justice.
Women with curves and supple flesh I could sink my teeth into turned me to mush. The way she put her whole body into the routine had me mesmerized. I caught her eye and winked. A charming shade of red began at her cleavage; it crept up her neck and completely covered her cherubic face. The color of heat complimented the ruby highlights in her hair, cut short and stylish to neatly frame her classic features. She quickly lowered her eyes and then purposefully focused on a muted TV suspended from the ceiling. I stole a long look at her flawless skin, enhanced by a solitary beauty mark on her left cheek. She had dimples when she smiled.
I glanced in her direction every so often while she worked out on the rowing machine. She returned the favor, her bright blue eyes twinkling as beads of perspiration slowly slid down her face. I loved what the equipment was doing to her body. Everything about her sent me spinning. She had great tits, and when she pushed them out like that, I had a hard time keeping count of my own workout.
I was mulling over asking her if she needed a spotter when she headed in my direction. Before I could make my move, she approached the bench press.
“You’re really good at this,” she said coyly.
“I guess.” I decided to play it cool. Up close, I got a whiff of her intoxicating earthy scent of sandalwood, amber, and patchouli.
Her lip-gloss caught the light and glistened as she spoke. “You look amazing,” she said with connotations that went beyond the meaning of mere words.
This time it was my turn to blush. I felt a flame rise into my cheeks when I murmured, “Thanks.” So much for being cool.
“Mind helping me get into that kind of shape? I could sure use some pointers.” She took a long and not so subtle moment to appreciate my pecs. I couldn’t help but grin.
I squared my shoulders and sucked in my already tight gut, further accentuating my assets. “Sure, I’d be happy to help.”
“Great!” She closed the space between us. “What should I do first?”
“Well, let’s see…have you sufficiently warmed up yet?”
“I’m always hot.”
Quite the understatement!
A trickle of saliva caught in my windpipe and started a coughing fit that pissed the shit out of me. I cleared my throat and looked intently into her dark eyes that were becoming more black than blue, which shouted arousal, if I was reading her right. Flustered, she looked away and played with the herringbone chain sporting a diamond studded “S,” around her neck.
“I’m KC, that’s K-C.” I drew the letters with my finger, and then extended my hand. She held our handshake longer than necessary. “What does the “S” stand for?” I asked
“Everyone calls me Sunny.”
“It suits you. Let’s get started then.”
Our fingers brushed when I handed her a couple of eight-pound free weights. I held her elbow in place while she followed my instructions. The innocent touch excited every fiber of my being. Each exercise I chose worked a different set of muscle groups. She accomplished three sets of ten with me as her personal trainer. After we had finished with her triceps, I had no choice but to release her elbow. My hand immediately felt empty the moment I let go. I needed to come up with a plan to touch her again. That’s when I had a brilliant idea. Leg raises.
I demonstrated on a mat. She mimicked my form and was on all fours before I could say, great job. After showing how to execute the move, I was very helpful in keeping her hips from swaying. It took the willpower of a martyr to resist the urge to touch her backside. I was quite proud when my hands didn’t stray to forbidden territory. I’d learned long ago that it was what you didn’t do, namely come on too strong or too quickly, that got you into a woman’s good graces, and ultimately, into her bed. It was best to let it seem like it was her idea and you were just being gallant by giving her exactly what she wanted.
The all female gym I frequented was notorious for having plenty of dykes to fuel my workouts and get my heart pumping. Earlier in the evening, women of all shapes and sizes stretched out on crowded mats. The exercise equipment seldom had a vacancy, and the
women were all there for the same thing. To get fit, to get laid, or to get both. Usually I enjoyed the view, but tonight I only had eyes for my curvy lady. We lifted and did cardio for over an hour before I realized how sweaty we were. By the time we were up to the calisthenics, she was breathing too heavily for my comfort level. Panting was okay during the strenuous stuff, but not during the light portion of the workout. I decided it was time to cool down and stretch.
“You okay?” I asked. It wasn’t like I would mind doing CPR on those lips or massaging her chest, but that wasn’t the kind of romance I was fantasizing about.
“Yeah, just a bit winded. I’m fine. Better than fine.”
I handed her my water bottle, and she took a long drink with what seemed like an endless thirst I hoped I could quench.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I hope we didn’t overdo it your first time with a new exercise routine.”
“Nah. I am getting into the hot tub to ease my muscles before I swim a few laps. Why don’t you come?”
“That’s a great idea. I’d love to.” It was getting late and the gym was emptying. Good thing it was open 24/7, so there was no rush.
As usual, the feel-good chemicals from the intense workout had me horny as hell. It wasn’t the first time I’d mused about a woman’s tongue tantalizing tender areas, but Sunny had me wanting to go down on her first. I bit my lip to keep from moaning at the thought. Excitement about changing into swimsuits got the better of me. I prayed her locker was within eyeshot. When my wish came true, I wondered what the odds of her locker being right next to mine were, and thought, Did she plan this? Somehow, the idea pleased me. A lot.
My heart rate quickened, everything blurred, and my libido went into high alert when she seductively removed her t-shirt to reveal a white lace bra that was two sizes too small. Her exuberant breasts flowed over the top and out the sides. I longed to relieve the pressure, but she beat me to it. The bra landed on the floor, and I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her bright red nipples all puckered and pleading to be fondled.
I took off my tank and bra. She didn’t even bother to pretend she wasn’t checking me out. We were on the same wavelength. After unzipping my fly, I quickly removed my shorts, taking the briefs underneath with them. I saw her bite her lower lip as if contemplating her next move. That’s when her sweat pants came off. Who would have guessed she would have on French knickers?
Despite a strong façade, a low moan escaped from deep within my belly. Seeing all that luscious pink flesh and her soft dark curls under white sheer lace made my clit ache. A strong current shot through my pelvis, almost knocking me to my knees. Her breasts were more than two handfuls; her stomach begged to be kneaded, and those shapely thighs, well, they really did me in. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and she appeared to welcome that I’d noticed with maybe the tiniest hint of embarrassment.
“May I?” I asked, as I put my hands at the top of the lace and pushed them down over her thighs to her knees before I let gravity take over. The knickers quickly made it to her ankles, and she kicked them aside.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, before I could stop the words from escaping.
“No, you are. I’m fat, but you’re perfect.”
“You are not. You've got a shape, unlike the anorexic models out there who are just skin and bones, feh!” I meant it. At that moment, the only thing that I wanted was to get lost in all her glory.
As she sifted through the contents in her bag, I got a magnificent view of her naked butt. Suddenly, I was getting very wet. I threw all my clothes into the locker and slammed the door before everything tumbled back out. Totally distracted, I had missed what she said. “Excuse me?”
“How can I lose more weight? I’m following my diet to the letter, but the scale hasn’t budged in weeks.”
“Your body has reached a plateau. Listen, you don’t need to lose any weight, honestly. But if that’s your goal then you should exercise at least three to four times a week, preferably more like six. It also helps to vary your routine and work toward raising your metabolism.” With a cocky grin, I straightened my back, and not that anyone was within earshot, still I leaned in a bit closer. “Sex also helps curb the appetite for food, and it’s a great way to burn calories.”
“I like your advice.” Her mischievous smile extended all the way to her ears. “Want to help me shed a few pounds?”
A couple of dykes walked into the locker room. As soon as they saw us, they gave me a knowing look and hightailed it out of there. I was grateful for the show of butch solidarity. I would do the same for them. The only sounds left were the clock ticking on the wall, the drip from a nearby sink, and the beat of my heart. I closed the space between us.
“Why don’t we start now?” I leaned in for my first taste of her lips, which parted in anticipation.
“Ummm, that sounds wonderful.” She purred and devoured my mouth with her generous lips and eager tongue.
I feasted on her neck, taking little bites of slightly salted flesh along the way. Her skin was as soft and supple as I’d imagined. The earthy scent of musk drowned out the smell of chlorine that permeated the locker room air. I put my arms around her shoulders to steady myself, then laced my fingers in her hair and pulled her in even closer. Our bodies danced against each other as our tongues intertwined. Her large breasts enveloped my much less endowed ones, making me crazy with desire.
I covered her butt with my hands and worked my way around the front, again biting and sucking in the ample flesh of her abdomen down to her soft, damp curls. She used her nails to prickle my skin, sending goose bumps all along my body. The pebbled flesh of my darkened nipples gave away how turned on I was, but not as much as the pool forming between my thighs.
“How about that hot tub?” she suggested.
I took her hand and led the way.
I set the timer on the jets to the max, and we got in. My temperature reached a record high. The bubbles, like Champagne on an empty stomach, made me giddy. Although the tumultuous water obliterated my vision, I had no trouble locating her breasts for a quick squeeze while nestling my thigh between her parted legs. I pulled her towards me for a kiss that left us both gasping for air. My hands were in her hair, over her back, and then down to her hips as I fiercely pulled her to me—I was getting close to climaxing, but I somehow resisted the urge.
She straddled my lap with her pussy as close to mine as humanly possible.
“Geeze, Sunny,” I murmured. She looked quite pleased that she was killing me here. I had to think of something other than coming or I’d be done in twenty seconds. My motto was the lady always comes first.
I turned her buoyant body and positioned her crotch in direct line of a jet stream. My fingers made their way into her crevices while the jet worked its magic. Her delight stirred me. Inspired by her music, I entered her with a couple of fingers. She threw her head back over my shoulder, and I kissed her cheek.
As a tease, I pulled her away from the jet and didn’t give in when she started to protest. When I couldn’t hold out any longer, I circled her clit with my thumb. Her hips jerked as I increased the rate, pressing her need with a trusted tempo that made women beg.
“Oh, please, please, please, KC.”
I let her body language lead my movements and alternated pleasuring her between the jet and me, but mindful that ultimately I would make her come and not the water.
“Oh, K, ahhhh, yeah…God, just like that.”
Although I never lost touch with so much as an inch of her succulent flesh, I angled her further away from the stream of water and put myself in her vacated position. It was enough to send me into orgasmic bliss, but I had work to do. I longed to taste her. I lifted her up and out of the tub with the brute force of a warrior in heat. With her bare ass on the pool deck, I parted her legs and skillfully separated her luscious folds for an ideal view of the heart of her. She carefully leaned back on her elbows and opened herself up for me as much as she could.
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bsp; Flexibility came in handy. I spread my legs almost into a complete split and jiggled my clit in line with the water jet. Free to explore with my hands, every spot was equally tempting, and I didn’t know where to touch first. I played her clit slowly while finger fucking her pussy at the same time. I loved it, but not as much as when I placed my lips near her fragrant heat! Her scent drove me wild. I became a lunatic at first taste. She writhed and moaned and gripped my shoulders.
“K…C…I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Don’t…”
I sucked her clit in and swiveled my tongue freely but with purpose.
She screamed and pounded her clenched fist on my back. “Take me home, K.”
Her pure pink pussy darkened to an awesome red hue and her pulsating center thrummed beneath my tongue. I measured each peak and valley until that last moment, when I knew it was as big and hard as it was going to get, because my clit was there too.
“Let it go, girl.” It wasn’t like either of us needed my permission, but I couldn’t stop. I buried my whole face in her sex. The jet continued to massage my clit, but I wouldn’t come until she reached her point of no return first. She shivered as the orgasm elevated her to goddess-like status. I’d have gloated, but the moment her last wave ceased, I neared my own crescendo. Unable to prolong the torture, I gave in to pleasure and shook with each shattering spasm.
Climbing out of the tub, I was beside her in an instant. She looked lovely lying on her back. It was a flattering position, especially with me on top, I thought, feeling so full of myself. I cradled her head with my hand to protect her from the hard floor. Sunny looked up at me with lust still evident in her eyes.
I bestowed gentle kisses on her head, cheeks, and neck then I took a nipple between my teeth and bit down softly. She bucked and shuddered again. I felt like a king, and as my loyal subject, she would do exactly as I pleased. And it pleased me to give her pleasure. I never wanted to stop.
“I could really get into this type of exercise routine on a regular basis,” she said with a smile.
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