Pumping Flesh
by Will Jackson
(LLP-846)


Chapter One 

Shirley Masterson swung the wheel of her Jaguar XJ-16 into the parking lot 
at the side of the large old stucco building which housed the gym, easing 
the car into the space which was prominently marked with her name. 

She switched off the engine and sat there for a few moments, as she usually 
did when arriving in the morning, staring with pride at the sign which 
extended the length of the building. 

MASTERSON'S GYM, it read, in bold red letters. Her own name was beneath, in 
smaller print, as well as the logo of the International Federation of 
Bodybuilders, to which she belonged. Before his death two years ago, her 
father's name had been where her's was now. Shirley had delayed having the 
sign changed, more out of sentiment than anything else, but finally it 
seemed the appropriate thing to do. 

It was too confusing to have potential customers come into the gym expecting 
to have a male in charge, then be confronted with an owner who was a 
ravishingly beautiful female in her earlywthirties, one with a beautiful 
face and the body of a perfectly-proportioned Amazon. 

After their initial shock wore off most of the men interested in 
bodybuilding usually signed up with the gym. Some didn't, of course, not 
wanting the distraction of a lovely woman as they spent long and arduous 
hours in perfecting their own bodies. A few other customers dropped away 
when Shirley expanded the gym and added facilities for women bodybuilders. 
But no one could deny that MASTERSON'S GYM was rapidly becoming one of the 
finest in Southern California, rivaling the famous gyms in Los Angeles. 
People really begun to take notice when members of the gym began winning 
important competitions around the country. 

Now there was a waiting list, with training spaces being snapped up as 
quickly as they became available. Where her father had been only marginally 
successful, Shirley had put the business on a sound financial footing. There 
was even pressure from her financial advisors to have her franchise a string 
of similar gyms throughout the area. 

More and more, however, Shirley was finding herself irritable and depressed. 
It was one thing to be a successful businesswoman and be the talk of the 
bodybuilding world, but something else to have to face the frustrations of 
being sexually turned-on by so many magnificent male bodies and not be able 
to do anything to calm the passions which raged within her. 

She sighed unhappily and got out of her car, striding toward the front door 
of the gym. It had been a restless night for her, with wild and tormenting 
erotic fantasies troubling her sleep. Masturbation had only heightened, not 
relieved, her frustrations, leaving her a trembling and unhappy woman. 

She unlocked the front door and went inside, locking the door behind her. It 
was early, not yet eight o'clock. By nine, when the gym opened and the 
first, bodybuilders began drifting in, the place would become a beehive of 
activity, with hard-muscled men and firm-figured females sweating and 
straining to achieve the physical perfection they all desired. Every piece 
of equipment would be in use, with no let-up until the gym closed at nine 
that night. 

Shirley liked to get to the gym early and have some time to work out before 
the crowds arrived. Only then could she have any peace and quiet from the 
hectic schedule she set for herself. Her days were grueling, with her 
overseeing every facet of the operation. But at least the long hours left 
her little time for the disturbing sexual fantasies which plagued her. 

The pungent aroma of stale male sweat filled her nostrils, triggering an 
immediate erotic response down between her legs. A warm tingle spread out 
through her pussy-lips and then into her belly, radiating hotly, making her 
tremble with uncontrollable lust. She blushed hotly with shame, trying to 
control herself as she went through the mirror-lined main gym and into the 
women's locker room, pulling at the buttons of her blouse as she walked. 

Why can't I just let myself go and get it on with the oversexed dudes who 
are always hitting on me? she asked herself bitterly. A dozen times a day 
someone was propositioning her. It was the rare male who could be in her 
presence for five minutes without wanting to fuck her. She managed to laugh 
off most of the lewd attempts at seduction, only rarely encountering someone 
who wouldn't take no for an answer. When that did happen, when she couldn't 
manage to persuade the man that she had no intention of spreading her 
luscious legs for him, she would give him one more warning to lay off. If he 
didn't, she immediate barred him from the gym forever. 

It seemed so ironic, she thought, undressing now. It was supposed to be a 
time of sexual enlightenment, a period when all the stupid taboos and 
inhibitions of the past no longer mattered. Almost every female she knew 
between the ages of fifteen and fifty were hysterically hopping in and out 
of bed without shame or any sense of responsibility. Yet she was as insecure 
about her own sexuality as any Victorian maiden. At thirty-two, when all her 
friends had more lovers than they could count, Shirley had been to bed with 
only three men, coming away each time with an overwhelming sense of guilt 
and frustration. 

Every nerve in her magnificent body screamed out for gratification and 
pleasure, hot, passionate, wild sexual joy. She was almost crazy with desire 
every waking moment. Not just for any hard male cock, though. The only men 
who turned her on were the same males who surrounded her in the gym every 
day. What she wanted was a male with an incredibly beautiful body ... 
massive deltoids and pectorals, a bull neck, sinewy quadriceps. She wanted 
someone with the strength and grace of an Arnold Schwarzenegger, the rugged 
masculinity of a Frank Zane, the animal magnetism of a Boyer Coe. 

And yet, as much as Shirley desperately desired to have one of these men 
make love to her, she couldn't bring herself to succumb to their offers. 

Rationally she told herself that it would be bad for business to involve 
herself sexually with a customer. That was the answer she gave THEM. Deep 
inside, however, she knew that it was more than that. Every time she 
weakened she remembered her mother's warnings. 

"Don't ever fall for a bodybuilder like I did, honey," her mother had 
repeated over and over again. "They're all too wrapped up in themselves to 
give a damn about their women. All they'll give you is trouble and 
heartache, just like I got from your father. You take my advice and never 
set foot in a gym!" 

Shirley's father HAD been like that, Shirley realized later, after her 
mother had walked out on them for a truck driver who was willing to give her 
the things the father was not. There had been too many years of neglect for 
her, too many weeks and months of being alone while her father skipped 
around the country participating in competitions, too many nights of 
unsatisfied sexual desire because of her father's rigid rules against any 
sexual pleasure while he was in training. 

Nor was Shirley's father any less adamant about her socializing with the 
well-muscled men when she went to work for him in the gym. He threatened 
physical violence on any customer who so much as looked at Shirley in lust. 
After he died and she inherited the gym she could do what she wanted, of 
course, but the old rules remained between Shirley and the customers: NO 
TOUCHING ALLOWED! 

She quickly stripped off her clothing and hung it neatly in her locker, 
slipping on a clean pair of tights and her leotard. Pinning up her long 
blonde hair, she put on her gym shoes and went back out into the main gym. 

It took only a few minutes to loosen up her lush body. Like most 
bodybuilders, Shirley was narcissistic about her own flesh. She gazed 
intently into the mirrors as she did her two hundred sit-ups, then moved 
over to the standing biceps bench and began the heavy exercise. She worked 
steadily until the sweat was pouring off her. This was what she loved, using 
her muscle-building equipment to the maximum, torturing her body, stretching 
and toning every ounce of flesh until it was screaming for relief. 

Then, her graceful body trembling with power, she went on to the weights, 
starting slowly, soon pressing the heaviest of them. 

By the time she glanced up at the clock it was almost eight-thirty. Sighing, 
she straightened up and grabbed a nearby towel, wiping the perspiration from 
her face as she strode into the shower and stripped off her damp garments. 
Like the main gym, the shower walls were covered by full-length mirrors, and 
every detail of Shirley's lushly voluptuous flesh was clearly visible to her 
eyes. 

She couldn't keep from admiring her own body as she turned on the shower and 
waited for the steamy vapor to obscure what she saw. She noted the succulent 
mounds of resilient flesh that were capped by the cherry-red nipples. They 
were as fresh and firm as a teenager's, conditioned by her strict regime of 
exercise to be taut and jutting proudly outward. Her eyes swept downward 
past her tiny waist and provocatively flaring hips to the golden triangle of 
her pubic mound. The plump pad was pulsing sightly now with suppressed 
excitement, throbbing with desire for the hard male flesh that could relieve 
the erotic ache there. 

I MUSTN'T THINK ABOUT THAT, she told herself, forcing her glance downward to 
her creamy thighs and long, incredibly beautiful legs. Shirley prided 
herself on the fact that she looked more like a Las Vegas chorus girl than a 
championship class female weightlifter with a black belt in karate. Many men 
had made the mistake of thinking she would be a pushover physically when 
they saw her willowy body clad in street clothes, and most of them didn't 
have time to think before they were stretched out on their backs with her 
towering over their shaken bodies. 

She sighed bitterly, stepping closer to the shower's nozzle, feeling the 
wonderfully refreshing spray pelt her full, upright breasts ruthlessly. 
Showers are almost masochistic, she thought, tensing. The water was hot, its 
needle-like spray almost painful as it covered her naked flesh like a 
thousand tiny daggers. Her nipples responded immediately, becoming erect and 
taut, forcing her thoughts back to the pleasure she so desperately desired. 

She thought how funny it was that people thought showers could kill sexual 
desire. For her they were incredibly stimulating. As far back as she could 
remember, the shower had been her favorite spot for masturbation, completely 
cut off from her parents watching eyes. She remembered the hundreds of times 
she had spent long minutes soaping her beautiful body with a washcloth, 
running the lathered rag over her full, sex-flushed breasts, along her flat 
stomach, then to her back and between the two ivory orbs of Jier buttocks 
into the deeply folded crevice. 

Those erotic moments had been wild and staggering for her, filled with shame 
and yet too gratifying to be able to resist. She shuddered now as she 
remembered sliding the cloth through that protected little crevice until it 
slithered over her anus, sending blinding shocks of sexual delight through 
her trembling young loins. 

Lost in thought, Shirley didn't realize that she was now reenacting one of 
those remembered masturbations. In her unhappy mind it was only a daydream, 
but to her hands it was an unspoken command. They were guiding the 
washclothe quickly over her quivering belly and awkwardly spreading her 
thighs. In a moment the fingers slipped between her legs, curling slowly 
until the rag's soft smoothness clipped gently over the puckered and 
hairless ring of her cringing rectum. 

"AAAGGGHHH," she murmured aloud, ecstatic over the sudden pleasure she was 
giving herself. Unconsciously her mind wandered to an excitingly disturbing 
scene she had seen played out in the steam room of the gym several months 
before. She had taken the afternoon off to attend to business at her bank. 
After that was completed, Shirley took a long, leisurely drive up the coast 
to Los Angeles to have dinner with an old school friend. She arrived back in 
San Diego an hour after the gym should have closed. Restless, she decided to 
work out fro awhile before going home to bed. 

Letting herself in, she had been surprised to find the lights still on in 
the steamroom, then even more shocked to hear voices there. Cursing softly, 
she had walked over to the room's glass-panelled door and found herself 
staring at one of the most erotically stimulating sights she had ever seen. 

Jim Bailey, a youth who trained regularly at the gym, was sitting on one of 
the wooden benches, his legs spread wide apart, an expression of pure 
rapture on his face. In front of him, kneeling, equally naked, Shirley could 
see a woman sucking Jim's huge cock. She recognized the woman immediately as 
a middle-aged matron who had been coming to the gym only for a few weeks. 

Stunned, Shirley had watched as the woman's mouth sucked hungrily up and 
down on Jim's penis. She could see that it was terribly exciting to Mavis 
Copeland to have the huge prick stuffed in her mouth. The head bobbed up and 
down with an obscene sucking noise while Jim called out lewd encouragement, 
his whole body shivering with lust. 

On and on the salacious mouth-fucking went until, suddenly, Jim's body 
tensed, he gave a low groan of ecstasy, and his prick exploded inside Mavis 
Copeland's mouth, flooding that warm cavern with his pungent male juices. 
Mavis couldn't seem to get. enough of the salty-sweet liquids. Her hands 
came up to caress Jim's testicles, milking out more of the sticky cum as she 
gulped down the torrent that gushed into her mouth. 

Stunned and repelled at the same time, Shirley watched in silent fascination 
as Mavis pulled her mouth away finally, her pink tongue darting into the 
dilated slit in the end of Jim's cock to suck out the final drops of juice 
there. 

Then, her own cunt tingling with unsuppressed desire, Shirley had let her 
fingers slip down under her dress and caress her hot pussy lips there as she 
watched Jim Bailey stretch Mavis Copeland out on the tile floor of the steam 
room and plow his still-hard prick up into the screaming woman's belly and 
fuck her with a frenzy that shook them both. 

When her orgasm came at last, Shirley left the gym without alerting the two 
abandoned lovers to her presence. The next morning she revoked their 
memberships, refunded their money, and ordered the two puzzled people never 
to come back to the gym. She refused to give any reason for her action, but 
she was clearly shaken by what she had seen. 

Now, months later, she still couldn't get the obscene picture out of her 
mind. The thought of Jim Bailey's muscled, bronzed body flailing away at the 
woman's soft flesh was like a never-ending nightmare, coming back to haunt 
her whenever her loins tingled with lust. Standing in the shower and 
sensuously brushing the washrag over her clenching anus, she could imagine 
herself doing the same things as Mavis Copeland had done, sucking Jim's 
massive penis, letting him make love to her in a hundred different 
positions, even letting him put his mouth between her legs to devour the 
untapped well of juices that lay hidden there. The more she tried to force 
the lascivious picture from her mind the more firmly fixed it became. 

The stinging spray of hot water was making her moan with sensuous delight as 
she ground the washrag against her anus, reaching between her legs with her 
right hand to draw the soft wetness forward, between her thighs and through 
the drenched mound of blonde pubic hairs, sending a slight electrical shock 
coursing through her body. The cloth teased its way between the ruffled pink 
lips of her pussy and brushed lightly, ever so tantalizingly lightly across 
her swelling clitoris. The tiny bundle of excitable nerve endings began to 
grow more rapidly as she imagined a hard-muscled lover's tongue slithering 
along its swelling length, making her moan again with lascivious delight. 

Fantasy was so wonderful, so exciting, but it wasn't the same as having a 
real lover there in the shower with her, she knew. Another jolt of erotic 
electricity struck her as she brushed her soft, hair-lined slit again with 
the tortuously delightful cloth. 

"MMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN," her voice echoed sensuously in the room as she rubbed 
harder, stroking her anal opening, toying lewdly with the rippled pinkness 
of her hair-lined pussy. "OH GOD ... OH GOD ... OH GODDDDDDDD!" 

Her voice rose as she bent forward, her knees spread wide apart while she 
held onto the wall for support and began rubbing her aroused cunt faster and 
faster. 

Water streamed viciously against her lush body as she bent wobbily and 
stroked the swollen lips of her pussy more rapidly, her mind aflame with the 
imagined tongue of some lusty male bodybuilder buried between her thighs. 
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine the expression on his face as he 
ate out her cunt. His eyes would be glazed with lust while his mouth sucked 
and searched for her clasping cuntal entrance. She was drugged by her own 
self-induced passion, her flesh trembling and quivering with desire, her 
moans coming louder and louder as she sought desperately for the 
overwhelming release of her orgasm. 

Suddenly she was there. A boiling, whirling vortex of mad pleasure enveloped 
her, almost making her collapse onto the floor as spasm after spasm of hot 
delight coursed through her inflamed cunt and belly, sending little fingers 
of rippling pleasure out through her thighs, even reaching the hardened 
nipples which capped her succulent breasts. 

When it was all over she leaned against the steamy mirrored wall for 
support, her breathing irregular and gasping, her huge breasts quaking from 
the intensity of the pleasure she felt. Looking at her image in the mirror, 
she could see a lust-driven female staring back at her. Her golden hair was 
hanging in wet strands across her face, her ripe lips were twisted and her 
eyes contorted with maddening gratification. She looked like the mother of 
all whores! 

Startled, Shirley pushed herself away from the wall and quickly finished her 
shower, not daring to touch her throbbing cunt again. Then, filled with 
shame at what she had allowed herself to do, she towelled off and went into 
the locker room to dress. 

As she slipped into clean tights and leotard, she wondered how much more of 
the frightening frustration she could take. It would be pure torture for her 
to have to be around the muscled men all day when her passions ran so 
intensely deep up inside her quivering cunt. The masturbatory pleasure she 
had given herself had only made her need for the REAL thing more pronounced. 
When she closed her eyes she could see dozens of faceless men around her, 
all of them naked, their glistening bodies surging with rippling power and 
passion, their hard cocks screaming out for the chance to quench the fire 
between her thighs. 

"NO!" she cried out, hearing her voice echo around the room. She had to stop 
thinking about it! She had to! 

It took her several minutes to regain control. When the trembling had left 
her, she turned and went out into the gym, walking quickly to the front door 
and unlocking it. 

It was one minute to nine o'clock. 

Mercifully, it was the end of the month, and Shirley's accountant came in to 
spend the day on the gym's books. Before submerging herself, in the 
mountains of paperwork, Shirley went over the day's schedule with Tim 
Dornan, Al Frizzell, and Cindy Wellington, the three trainers she employed, 
telling them that she didn't want to be disturbed except in case of an 
emergency. 

Her office was at the front of the building, and there was a large window 
through which she could see the main gym. By ten o'clock the place was 
filling rapidly, and most of the equipment was in use. She tried not to look 
out on the sea of hard male and female flesh, but it was difficult to 
concentrate on the books when her inflamed mind was seething with lewd 
passion. 

By eleven o'clock Shirley knew it was hopeless. 

She sighed and pushed away the books as the accountant, a pale, pudgy man in 
his early fifties, looked up at her questioningly. 

"Not much fun for you, is it?" he asked, pointing to the records and 
ledgers. 

"I hate it," Shirley replied. Standing up, she smiled down at the man. "Do 
you think you can finish this stuff yourself? I've got a splitting 
headache." 

"Sure, I guess so," he answered softly. "Will you be around if I have to ask 
any questions?" 

"Yes, I'm just going out in the gym and work out a little. Sometimes it 
helps a headache to concentrate on something physical." 

The noise and pungent aromas assailed her nostrils as soon as she stepped 
out of her office and into the gym. Everywhere she looked she could see 
muscular male bodies working out, stretching and straining, puffing in agony 
sometimes, as they struggled to perfect themselves. 

She waved to several of the customers, then moved sensuously over to one 
corner of the gym, where the weight-lifting equipment was stored. A grinning 
young blonde-haired giant named Joe Forbes was there doing incline dumbell 
curls. 

"Hi, Shirley," the sweating man called out to her, laying down the bells and 
sitting up, flexing his biceps for her benefit. "What do you think, Shirley? 
Are these beautiful, or what?" 

"They're great, Joe," she agreed, trying not to stare down at the huge mass 
of male cockflesh under his bikini tights. "You still plan to enter the Mr. 
California preliminaries?" 

"Ah, I don't know," he sighed, watching himself in the mirror. "With this 
damned job of mine I can only work out six or seven hours a day. I don't 
think I stand a chance of winning unless I can give it full time." 

Shirley nodded and took her place behind the standing biceps bench. Serious 
bodybuilding for competition took a person's utter devotion and time. Six 
hours a day in training might get a man a beautiful body, but it wouldn't 
insure any kind of chance against men who trained twelve and fourteen hours 
a day. 

Joe watched her work at the standing bench for a while, then move over to 
the heavy barbells. Seeing the beautiful gym owner pressing the bars was 
like watching poetry in motion. Every muscle in her agile body moved in 
unison, making her breasts appear even more succulent under the skin-tight 
leotard. Joe's cock began to tingle with excitement when she stretched out 
finally on an abdominal board and began lifting a series of progressively 
heavier dumb-bells. Her feet were encased in the stirrups at each side, 
forcing her to spread her legs enough apart so that the plump slit of her 
pussy was clearly outlined to his eyes. 

"When are you going to break down and take me up on that date I've been 
asking for, Shirley?" he called out to her. "There's a new disco just opened 
up over on CALLE GRANDE. We could have a few drinks and a couple of laughs 
and then go to my place and ..." 

He left the lewd invitation unfinished, rolling his eyes salaciousiy. 

"You know my policy, Joe," Shirley said firmly, sitting up. "No hanky-panky 
with the customers. AND NO EXCEPTIONS!" 

"Ah, have a heart, baby," Joe went on earnestly, moving closer to her, his 
prick throbbing with lust now, threatening to burst the tight material of 
his shorts. "A foxy chick like you can't be as cold-blooded as everybody 
around here thinks." 

"Is THAT what they think?" Shirley asked coldly, wrapping a towel around her 
shoulders. "That I'm some kind of cold fish when it comes to men?" 

His remark had hurt her deeply and she couldn't help but react. The terrible 
irony was that every nerve in her luscious body was screaming out silently 
for the very kind of wild and uninhibited sex that Joe and the rest wanted. 
Yet she couldn't bring herself to succumb to her desires. 

"Well, some of the guys are beginning to wonder, baby," Joe went on, not 
realizing the effect his words were having on Shirley Masterson. "You know, 
how come you spend every day and night in this place? How come you won't 
give any of us a tumble? Shit, Shirley, you could have your choice of any 
dude in San Diego." 

He paused, an obscene thought flickering through his none-too-bright brain. 

"You're not. .. not a ... a ..." he said slyly, a stupid expression on his 
face. 

Suddenly Shirely was enraged. She stood up, her whole body quivering with 
anger as she faced Joe Forbes with fire in her eyes. 

"A LESBIAN?" she snarled, unable to control herself. "Is that what you and 
the rest of these muscle-bound morons think? Just because I don't want to 
spread my legs for a bunch of assholes like you, you figure I'm queer, is 
that it?" 

Joe could see now that he had made a terrible mistake, and he backed away 
from the furious 

Shirley, aware that most of the activity in the gym had ceased, that 
everyone was listening to them. 

"Hey, baby, I was only joking," he mumbled, blushing hotly under her 
withering stare. He watched in horror as Shirley bent down and grabbed a 
twenty pound dumbbell and waved it under his nose menacingly. "Honest, 
Shirley, I don't think you're gay!" 

Suddenly he felt a ringing in his ears as the dumbbell collided with the 
side of his head. Stars exploded behind his eyeballs and he frantically 
tried to cover his head with his muscular arms, backing away at the same 
time. 

"You mother-fucking jerk!" Shirley screamed at him, assaulting his arms and 
shoulders with the dumbbell. "You get out of my gym, you hear me? Get out 
and stay out! If you ever stick your nose in here again, by God, I'll kill 
you!" 

Tim Dornan and Al Frizzell seemed to appear out of nowhere, surrounding 
their employer and pushing her toward the locker room. 

"Let me go, damn you!" she screamed hysterically. 

"Take it easy, will you, Shirley," Tim pleaded with her, finally managing to 
get the dumbbell out or her hand. He dropped it onto the floor, waving away 
the crowd of customers who suddenly surged toward them. "Go on, you creeps, 
get out of here! Go on, damn it, I mean it!" 

Tim and Al hustled Shirley into the room and slammed the door shut behind 
them. Tim wisely stood in front of the closed door. 

"What happened?" he asked. "Joe Forbes tried to hit on me," Shirley snarled, 
still enraged by what had happened. "When I told him to fuck off he called 
me a lesbian! He implied that's what everyone thinks I am ... a goddamned 
queer!" 

She suddenly gave a loud moan and began to weep hysterically, covering her 
flushed face with her hands as she wept. Al and Tim watched her for a 
moment, then put comforting arms around her shuddering frame, trying to calm 
her. 

"Al," Tim ordered in a soft voice, looking at the other man, "you better go 
out and make sure that bastard Forbes is gone. Tell him for me I'll break 
him in two if I ever see him again! Then bring Shirley's car around to the 
back, will you. Oh, yeah, send Cindy in, too!" 

Al Frizzell nodded and left the locker room. When he was gone, Tim increased 
the pressure of his arm around his employer and tried to reason with her. 

"Come on, honey, stop that crying, will you," he urged, shoving a towel into 
her hands. Tim Dornan was in his middle fifties, a great hulk of a man who 
had worked for Shirley's father as well. "I'll personally see to it that 
Forbes don't ever bother you again. Come on, honey, don't worry about 
anything a creep like that says." 

"He said everyone thinks I'm gay!" Shirley cried out, more bitter tears 
flooding her eyes and spilling down over her flushed cheeks. "Tell me the 
truth, Tim. Is that what everyone's saying about me behind my back?" 

Cindy Wellington arrived before Tim could answer. She was a young woman 
about Shirley's own age, but there the resemblance ended. Where Shirley was 
tall and beautiful, Cindy was short, stocky, and unattractive. She had been 
a physical education instructor at one of the local colleges before coming 
to work for Shirley two years before. There was a grim expression on her 
face. 

"Do you want me to close the gym for the rest of the day, honey?" she asked 
Shirley sympathetically. 

"I don't know," Shirley moaned, looking at the other woman. "I made such a 
fool of myself. Oh God, how can I ever face anyone again!" 

"Don't worry about it, honey," Cindy replied, patting her employer's 
shoulder comfortingly. "By tomorrow it'll all be forgotten, right, Tim?" 

Tim nodded, happy that Cindy was there to help him deal with Shirley. 

"I don't think we should close up, honey," he counselled. "That'll only make 
things worse than they already are. Why don't you just get dressed and take 
the rest of the day off. Al and I can handle things here." 

He paused, turning to Cindy Wellington. 

"You drive her home, Cindy," he said. 

"No, I'm alright now," Shirley protested. "I'll drive myself home. Cindy 
should stay here and take care of the customers." 

Shirley knew that she couldn't stay and face the leering smirks and obscene 
smiles of the men and women in the gym. Perhaps tomorrow she would feel 
differently. But for the moment she had to get away from the gym and her 
still seething rage. Tim shrugged and went to see about her car. "That was a 
shitty thing for that bastard to say to you," Cindy said in commiseration. 
"But that's the way most of these dudes think... IF YOU DON'T PUT OUT YOU'RE 
A FUCKING LESBIAN! Believe me, honey, I've had more than my share of that 
garbage." 

Shirley swung around, staring at Cindy Wellington. It was no secret that the 
employee WAS gay. Cindy had made that clear when she came to work for 
Shirley. There was an agreement then ... one that Cindy had faithfully kept 
... that the young homosexual would keep business and pleasure strictly 
separated. "But, you're ... you're ..." "You can say it, honey," Cindy 
laughed. "I'm a lez! And it's because of assholes like Joe Forbes that I am. 
All my life guys like that have been propositioning me. I guess they figured 
that an ugly duckling like me would jump at the chance to lay them. When I 
wouldn't, they started rumors about me being gay. I wasn't, of course, but I 
figured, what the hell, as long as people thought I was, I might as well try 
it." She laughed again, winking lewdly. "The rest is history." 

Shirley blushed at the embarrassing revelation. IT MUST HAVE BEEN AWFUL FOR 
CINDY, she thought to herself, remembering her own outrage when she had been 
falsely accused of the same thing. Once again the terrible irony of the 
situation hit home. To have someone call her queer when she would have given 
anything in the world to be able to drop her pants and let some hot-blooded 
male bodybuilder fuck her was monstrously unjust. 

"Do you think everyone believes what Joe Forbes said?" she asked nervously, 
afraid of the answer. "I mean about me being gay?" 

Cindy shrugged. 

"I don't," Cindy replied. "And I should know. Look, honey, you want some 
advice?" 

Shirley didn't, but she nodded anyway. 

"Well, you're obviously uptight about sex. My guess is that you want to 
swing, but that you're afraid for some reason. Okay, that's normal enough, 
but you don't want it to get the best of you. I suggest that you get in your 
car and go out and find the first available man who's reasonably clean and 
under fifty. Go to bed with him and get it all out of your system." 

"You can't be serious!" Shirley protested hotly, blushing again. "Let some 
stranger make love to me?" 

"Like the saying goes, honey, once he screws you he won't BE a stranger!" 

"I couldn't! I just couldn't!" 

"Suit yourself," Cindy said quietly, wonderingjf there WAS something a 
little kinky in Shirley's personality. "Look, I'd better get back to the 
gym. You sure you won't want me to drive you home?" 

"Thanks, I can make it," Shirley replied. 

She watched until Cindy disappeared through the locker room door. Then, with 
a great sense of depression settling over her like a huge black cloud, she 
went out the back door to where her car sat. 

As she drove home, Cindy's obscene words kept ringing in her ears. The 
girl's suggestion had been horrible, too salacious even to think about. She 
couldn't just hop in bed with any man. Yet what choice did she have in view 
of her determination not to sleep with bodybuilders or to get involved with 
them in any way? The pain-filled memories of her parents' broken marriage 
were a constant reminder that those relationships were fraught with 
unhappiness. 

She parked her car in her space behind the luxury apartment building where 
she lived. The building sat high atop a bluff overlooking the Pacific, a 
view Shirley loved. She was in no mood to enjoy the view this afternoon, 
however, and she quickly locked herself inside the apartment and went 
directly to the liquor cabinet, pouring herself a large Scotch and quickly 
tossing it down. 

The alcohol warmed her stomach, but didn't ease the pain she felt inside. 
Pouring another,, she stripped off her clothing and stood in the middle of 
the room stark naked. 

"You fool, you little fool!" she told herself aloud, wondering what kind of 
stupidity it was that allowed her to be so unhappy. She could have any man 
she wanted with a snap of her fingers. No male could resist the succulent 
flesh, the voluptuous breasts, the warm damp spot down between her thighs. 

MAYBE CINDY IS RIGHT, she told herself, already feeling a little dizzy from 
the two strong drinks. MAYBE I SHOULD GO OUT AND GET LAID AND GET IT OVER 
WITH! It would be sweet vengeance to go out and find a man, then take him 
back to the gym and let him fuck her in front of the whole damned crowd 
there. They'd have to take back all those rotten things they'd been thinking 
and saying about her then! No one could ever call her a lesbian after that! 

She was cursing aloud as she picked up the bottle and went into the bedroom. 

 Chapter Two 

It was just getting dark outside when Shirley awoke with the pounding 
hangover. Groaning, she rolled over in bed and tried to focus her reddened 
eyes on the clock. The luminous dials told her that it was seven 
twenty-five. She groaned again, sitting up, almost retching when she saw the 
empty whiskey bottle on the bedside table. 

Until today, Shirley hadn't consumed more than a pint of whiskey. She kept a 
selection for her infrequent guests, but alcohol was as alien to her body as 
rich and fattening foods. 

Oh damned! she murmured silently, stumbling toward the bathroom on leaden 
and trembling legs, wondering if she were going to make it before her 
stomach erupted in a torrent of vomit. 

When she emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later she was ashen-faced 
and shuddering from the horrible experience of her first hangover. Her 
stomach was churning wildly, hardly able to keep down the aspirins she had 
taken. 

The black coffee and super protein yogurt she ate didn't seem to help 
either. Every nerve in her lush young body seemed to be screaming in outrage 
at the abuse to which she had subjected herself. 

It was even worse when she went into the bedroom to dress, forcing herself 
to stare at the haggard image in the mirror. Dark circles rimmed her 
bloodshot eyes, and her cheeks seemed strangely hollow. 

WHY IN GOD'S NAME DID I DO IT? she asked herself, steadying her body against 
the dresser as she pulled on a tank-top and shorts, then slipped her feet 
into a pair of Mexican sandals. Even the roots of her hair hurt when she ran 
a comb through the strands of silken fur and tied it in a ponytail. A quick 
assault with a power-puff repaired most of the ravages to her features. 

She locked the apartment and went down to her car, remembering the tales her 
father told about his first gym ... nothing more than a sobering up place 
for well-heeled drunks, really. "Lots of cold water and a steam room, 
honey," he had laughed. "That's the only cure for a hangover!" 

Well, she had a steamroom of her own at the gym, and she. would force 
herself to drink buckets of icy water if that would help. Only one thing 
mattered now ... getting rid of the savage pounding in her head! 

It was almost eight-thirty when she pulled into her parking space in front 
of the gym. There were still lights on in the building, but the only car in 
sight belonged to Tim Dornan. 

"I didn't expect to see you back here today, honey," Tim said in surprise 
when she walked in and found him tidying up. Mercifully, there were no 
customers still around to revel in her misery. "Is anything wrong?" 

"No, everything's fine, Tim," she said, trying to make her voice sound 
normal. "I just decided to come over and work out for a while. You go on 
home. I'll lock up." 

Tim didn't look entirely satisfied with Shirley's explanation, but he 
shrugged and nodded, happy at the chance to get away a few minutes early for 
a change. 

"Okay, honey, I'll see you tomorrow, huh?" 

"Of course," she answered, desperately anxious for him to leave so that she 
couJd be alone with her suffering. 

He had already changed into his street clothes, and in a moment he was gone, 
waving as he went out the front door. 

Shirley waited for the sound of his car's engine to start, then the wide 
sweep of its headlights as Tim pulled out into traffic. 

By now her discomfort was acute. Moving quickly over to the steamroom, she 
twisted the valve on the outside wall which activated the steam. In a moment 
clouds of billowing vapor were swirling around in the empty room. She set 
the thermostat high, knowing that desperate measures were required if she 
was to recover from the terrible hangover. 

It took only a few seconds to strip off her shorts and tank-top. Dropping 
them to the floor, she quickly pulled open the door and moved inside the 
room, choking as her lungs were assailed by the damp heat. 

Several discarded towels lay on the wooden benches. Shirley spread them out 
and lay down as the perspiration began to pour off her shivering body. 
Before long she was bathed in the pungent sweat, her trembling flesh 
glistening invitingly under the bright overhead light. 

Then, when she began to feel a little better, when the butterflies in her 
stomach had started to go away, when the tortuous headache lessened, she 
felt her trembling fingers slipping down over the flat plane of her stomach 
and come to rest in the dampness of her pubic mound. The tips of her fingers 
swirled lightly through the trailing tendrils of silken floss, the pressure 
increasing as her breathing grew more rapid. 

Once again her lust-inflamed mind was full of pornographic images of herself 
and some faceless man. She could see herself surrendering to the man's 
tongue as he knelt in front of her and gently licked up and down the plump 
furrow, tenderly probing for the swelling erectness of her awakening 
clitoris beneath the ruffled folds of her cunt. 

Slowly, tantalizingly, her fingers slid further down until they were gliding 
obscenely along her pussy-slit, making her gasp quietly as the flames of 
desire raced through her shuddering body as they had done that morning in 
the shower. 

She knew exactly what she had to do! 

Danny Robinson was delighted when he pulled into the parking lot in front of 
the gym and saw that the lights were still on inside. 

He had left the gym an hour before, driving all the way home before 
discovering that his wallet was missing. It had been a pain in the ass for 
him to have to come all the way back, he knew, but he hadn't been training 
at the gym long enough to know whether the employees there were honest 
enough to turn it in if they found it 

He eased his huge body out of the car and went toward the front door, 
pausing only long enough to admire his reflection in the front window. 

What he saw pleased him. 

At twenty-nine, Danny was a real contender for the Mr. Universe title. Years 
of non-stop training had left his massive body finely tuned, every muscle 
and sinew perfectly proportioned on his six-foot, three-inch frame, with not 
a spare ounce of fat included in his two hundred and twenty-five pounds. 

He had arrived in San Diego only a few weeks before from his home in 
Chicago, knowing that Southern California was where the real bodybuilding 
action was. Other areas had trainers and gyms just as fine, of course, but 
no other place afforded the opportunity to see the competition in action 
every day. 

His savings would allow him at least two years to prepare himself for 
breaking into the major ranks of bodybuilders. Danny was determined not to 
fail. 

Finding MASTERSON'S GYM had been a real stroke of luck. Not only were the 
rates much cheaper than in some of the flashier places in San Diego. The 
equipment and personnel there suited him perfectly, especially Shirley 
Masterson. 

Danny couldn't believe his eyes when he walked into the gym for the first 
time and saw the tall, willowy blonde owner. She was the kind of woman he'd 
dreamed of all his life. It wasn't only the physical perfection and beauty, 
though, that attracted him to Shirley. He'd met females just as sexy and 
desirable. What really turned Danny on to Shirley was that her devotion to 
bodybuilding was every bit as fanatical as his own. The stunning blonde made 
it clear that she was interested in nothing else, that every waking moment 
was devoted to helping her customers build the quintessential form. Nothing 
else mattered, not her social life, a home, a family! 

He had been in the gym earlier in the day and witnessed the savage 
confrontation between Shirley and Joe Forbes. Afterwards he'd listened to 
the other bodybuilders snicker and make their obscene jokes about Shirley 
not turning on to men. Each of the men had his own story of how Shirley had 
put them in their place when they'd suggested going to bed with her. Many 
still had bruises on their bodies and egos to show for their troubles. 

Danny had been furious, almost coming to blows with several of the men. If 
Shirley really was a dyke, well, that was a real waste, but it was HER 
business, not anyone else's! Still, his huge cock tingled with fiery desire 
every time he thought about her lush, powerful body and the delights that 
lay down between her limber thighs ... pleasures that awaited the first man 
with guts enough to take what he wanted. 

He pushed open the glass door to the gym and went inside, surprised to find 
the place empty. He hesitated for a moment and then went into the men's 
locker room. The wallet was, as he had suspected, lying on the top shelf of 
the locker. He stuffed it into his trouser's pocket and went back out into 
the main gym, once again puzzled by the fact that no one was there. 

"Anybody here?" he called out loudly. 

There was no reply. 

It seemed strange that everyone would leave without turning off the lights 
or locking up. Danny was about to check out in back of the building, 
thinking that Tim or one of the other employees might be emptying the trash. 

Suddenly he realized that steam was billowing up in the steamroom. SO THAT'S 
WHERE YOU'RE HIDING, he thought, moving rapidly toward the other end of the 
gym. 

His eyes widened in shock when he saw Shirley stretched out on the wooden 
bench, her gleaming pink flesh in stark contrast to the white towels she had 
spread out there, her fingers strumming erotically at her gaping cunt! 

Oh damned! he said silently, his eyes riveted to the lust-inciting spectacle 
he was watching. His prick began to harden immediately, pushing at the front 
of his trousers, straining the material there. sending fingers of hot 
arousal racing through him. 

Through the glass he could see the long legs spread apart as Shirley rubbed 
her passion-filled cunt faster and faster. Her succulent breasts were 
heaving up and down, her cherry-hued nipples taut and inviting. 

In a moment his own fingers were playing out an erotic tattoo on the 
hardness at his groin, joining Shirley in the exciting masturbatory exercise 
as his breathing quickened. Danny had never seen anything so fascinating in 
his life. 

Suddenly he couldn't control himself any longer. 

One of the most beautiful and desirable women in the world was stretched out 
on the bench in the steam room, her passions obviously at a fever-pitch, her 
luscious cunt all hot and wet and waiting for him. There might never be 
another opportunity like this for him. He had to get to Shirley before she 
climaxed! He quickly discarded his clothing, freeing his mammoth cock, 
allowing it to sway back and forth as it jutted out from his hair-covered 
groin. 

There was no time to waste! 

"Hi, Shirley," he said in a choked voice as he pushed open the door to the 
steamroom and stepped inside. 

"W-w-waht...?" was all she could say as he stood there, his huge throbbing 
cock jerking slowly up and down while her fingers were momentarily frozen 
between the open lips of her sex-scented cunt. 

"That's no way to get it off, baby," he chuckled lewdly, moving closer to 
her, his eyes feasting upon the succulent flesh that was displayed before 
him. "How about me giving you some of the real thing?" 

"G-g-get out of here!" she screamed, sitting up, her eyes flashing with 
embarrassment and anger as they took in the hard-muscled body and the 
wickedly swaying male cock that was so close. The huge organ was thick and 
reddish and long, bigger than anything she had ever seen before. Swaying 
slowly, gently back and forth, it was like a cobra, beckoning her to touch, 
ready to strike! The thick, engorged head was almost purple, and the tiny 
verticle slit on the end was slowly oozing out a drop of clear semen with 
each powerful pulse that rippled through the threatening phallus. 

The confused woman was torn between the desire to scream for help, and the 
wild and irrational desire to reach out and touch that lasciviously wicked 
demon jutting out from the base of his flat stomach. 

"How in the hell did you get in here?" she cried out, her terror more 
overwhelming than her sexual temptation. "Get out, get out right now!" 

She jumped up from the bench and tried to run for the door. Danny blocked 
it, planting his massive body in front of her so that there was no means of 
escape. 

"Hey, baby, what's the matter?" he asked in that same hoarse voice, more 
determined than ever now that he would get the pleasure he so badly needed. 
"Look, you obviously need a man to help you get it off. How come you want to 
be playing with yourself when you could have any dude you wanted?" 

Her whole body was burning with shame as she stared at him. Could this 
really be happening? she wondered, or was it just an alcoholic nightmare? 
All of her adult life she had been thristing for an exciting moment like 
this. Now, when confronted with reality, she was shaking and trembling like 
a virginal teenager about to be raped. 

"Please, Danny, you don't know what you're doing," she pleaded pitifully, 
trying to fight down the waves of excruciating lust that were sweeping 
through her at the sight of his hard-muscled body and the gigantic male rod 
that jerked wildly at his loins. "Let me out of here and I'll forget the 
whole thing. Please, Danny, it wasn't the way it looked to you!" 

"Like hell it wasn't!" Danny chuckled, stalking her like a wounded animal. 
"You want me, baby, and I want you. What else is there to say?" 

Shirley suddenly shrieked and made another dash for the door. 

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Danny cried out, lunging after her and grabbing her 
roughly by the arm. 

"LET GO OF ME!" she wailed, swinging around and striking him with all the 
strength she possessed. Her blows landed solidly on his face and chest, but 
Danny only laughed them off and pulled her struggling body closer to his 
own. "STOP IT! STOP ITTTTTTTT!" 

She wriggled fiercely as she felt her naked flesh being drawn against the 
warm of his. Her nipples were now pressing against his hairy chest, her plum 
pubic mound quivering as she felt the obscene heat of his hard male pole 
digging into her stomach. 

"I didn't believe that shit that guy tried to lay on you this morning, 
Shirley," Danny grunted, holding her tightly with one powerful hand while 
the fingers of the other swept up and down her shuddering, naked back. 
"You're no lesbian ... you just need a real man to turn you on! Come on, 
baby, let's fuck!" 

Suddenly Shirley tore one arm free and slapped him across the face with a 
resounding blow that left a glowing red mark on the astonished man's face. 

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he shouted fiercely. "YOU GODDAMNED LITTLE BITCH!" 

The sudden blow made his lust-inflamed brain seethe with rage. She was 
making a fool out of him, just like she had made a fool of the other 
customers who'd tried to fuck her. Maybe they were right, he thought 
angrily. Maybe she was just a damned little prick-tease who got her jollies 
turning guys on and then telling them to fuck off! 

He groaned as he felt another blow to the face. Her fist had drawn, blood 
this time. Danny could taste the warm, salty fluid oozing out of the corner 
of his mouth. 

Snarling, he picked her up as easily as he would press a hundred pound 
barbell, holding her cruelly by the ankles and neck, displaying her proudly 
to an unseen audience, chuckling at how easily he had overpowered her. 

But Shirley wasn't done yet. 

As soon as he brought her down to the wooden bench she struck. There was a 
blazing flash of arms and legs, then incredible pain for Danny. It was as if 
he were being attacked by a troop of whirling Dervishes, all of them lashing 
out at him at the same time. 

Stunned, he retreated a few feet and tried to clear his reeling brain of the 
pain she had inflicted upon him. Shirley was standing by the bench in a 
karate pose, her beautiful legs bent, her rigid fingers extended out from 
her sides, the left hand slightly more forward than the other. 

Her beautiful face was contorted with rage, her eyes alive with a savage 
hatred of him. In the struggle her hair had come undone and was now 
plastered about her face. 

"Don't you touch me again, you dirty mother-fucker!" she screamed at him, 
saliva flying out of the corners of her clenched mouth. 

Danny was past caring now. Hexwanted revenge for the way she had physically 
assaulted him, and he wanted it now! He tensed, his muscles rippling with 
power. Suddenly he threw himself forward, his arms wrapping around the 
startled girl's body, holding her tightly as his superior weight forced her 
down onto the floor. 

He could hear her shrieks of outrage, feel her fighting and kicking, sense 
the determination that drove Shirley to resist him. 

He didn't care! 

All that mattered was that he show the beautiful temptress who was boss, 
that he assert his own manhood! She had made a fool of him and she was going 
to pay for it! 

The distraught blonde shuddered as she felt the cold concrete floor against 
her naked back, then the heavy weight pressing down atop her. She resisted 
furiously when he began to cover her face and neck with harsh kisses as she 
screamed in protest. 

Danny began lewdly grinding his hips into her madly twisting belly. His long 
thick cock was huge and hot, pulsating and jerking like a snake against her 
own naked flesh. 

"NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!" she wailed, hating him, disgusted by what he was doing. 

Crudely he pressed his lewdly questing mouth atop hers to shut off the 
outraged shrieks of horror. Forcing her now tightly clenched mouth apart, he 
suddenly rammed his rigidly searching tongue deep into her mouth, twisting 
and rotating it, causing Shirley to gag violently. Still pinning her down, 
he snaked his hand up between their tightly pressed bodies and began to 
squeeze her magnificent breasts in his powerful hands. 

The firm mounds and their deep pink areolas quivered under his fingers, then 
burst into life when he moved his hard wet mouth down to the pliant mounds 
and began to suck hungrily, biting her nipples in the process. 

Shirley's mind was reeling with mixture of horror and desire. The touch of 
the warm mouth on her sensual flesh, denied her so long, sent spasms of 
inflamed arousal surging through her twisting body. She felt she could never 
get enough of the hot wetness that was turning her into a jellied mass of 
passionate desire. She moaned wildly, wanting him to continue and stop at 
the same time. 

Danny was deaf to her confused cries, his hard, muscular body crushing down 
on her frame, pinning her helplessly to the floor while his lips greedily 
pulled and sucked on her golden flesh. 

Wave after wave of unbearable shame flowed through Shirley's pinioned body 
as the full force of what was happening struck her. This hadn't been what 
she wanted! She wanted love and tenderness, not rape! Yet she couldn't deny 
the flashes of pleasure that made every part of her beautiful body tingle 
with lust 

Could she stop him now? she wondered. 

Did she WANT to stop him? 

Danny was taking an almost sadistic pleasure in the torment he was 
inflicting upon the terrified woman. His hungrily sucking lips slid smoothly 
from her quivering young breasts down to the flesh of her stomach. 

"I'M GOING TO SUCK THAT CUNT OF YOURS, BITCH!" he snarled, his eyes glazed 
with intense lust. 

"NO! PLEASE, DANNY, NOOOOOOO!" she groaned. 

In most of her more recent erotic fantasies that was just what her lovers 
did. All she had to do was to lay quietly on the hard floor and let his 
tongue slide up between her thighs to the moistly quivering secret spot 
there. Was that so horrible? she wondered. She could still stop him before 
he went further, before he plunged his hard, hot cock up into her pussy and 
pumped out his lust. Why not let him suck you? a nagging voice in the back 
of her confused brain urged. Go ahead, it won't kill you to feel a man's 
worshipping tongue on your cunt! 

Totally humiliated by her weakness and by the conflicting thoughts that 
drove her to the brink of hysteria, Shirley could only lay there helplessly 
while Danny stared in lust at her ripe nakedness. 

He grasped her tightly clenched legs and roughly forced them apart so that 
the moist pink flesh of her slit was revealed to his lust-crazed eyes. Then, 
with a low guttural snarl, he lowered himself, spreading the soft, 
hair-fringed lips of her pussy with his thumbs. Then, while Shirley groaned 
in humiliation and desire, he buried his face in her widely-exposed pussy, 
flicking out his wetly hardened tongue and running it down the full length 
of the warmly perfumed cuntal split. 

The shock of the sudden action made Shirley jerk back involuntarily. She 
tried to squeeze her legs together, knowing that this was madness, that she 
couldn't let him lick her pussy without going far beyond that obscene act. 

"OPEN 'EM UP, DAMN YOU!" Danny ordered. roughly pulling her trembling thighs 
apart again. "YOU WANT IT, BABY, I KNOW YOU DO!" 

Once again his tongue slid up and down her cringing cuntal flesh, each wetly 
licking stroke sending stabs of shame and humiliation through Shirley's 
tortured body. The hotly questing mouth soon found the fleshy bud of her 
little clitoris and, with lusty relish, he began to suck and bite on the 
inflamed flesh, sending new shivers of heated lust racing through Shirley's 
helpless organ. Her pelvis began to grind upward in rhythm with the 
insistent thrust of his tongue, and the little penis-like organ grew harder 
and more beautifully sensitive from the furious oral probing. 

Suddenly she felt a deep sense of revulsion spreading through her. She was 
acting like a whore! A damned gutter slut! No one was going to share the 
pleasures of her body unless she allowed them that rapture! And she 
certainly hadn't given Danny Robinson permission to manhandle and assault 
her! 

Her hands flew down to his hair and she pulled at it viciously, almost 
ripping the strands from his scalp in her determination to be free. When 
that didn't work, she balled her fists and slammed them against his face, 
not caring if she killed him. 

Danny howled in pain and pulled away from her, fury mounting in him. 

"You goddamned bitch!" he spat out. "You want to play rough, huh? Okay, it's 
time you learned what it's like to be fucked by a REAL man!" 

Crudely he gripped her throat with one hand while he seized the massive 
shaft of his cock with the other and leered down at her. 

"HERE IT COMES, BITCH!" 

The lovely woman flailed wildly about on the floor, trying desperately to 
escape before he strangled her. Her lush young body was flushed and 
glistening with sweat The sight of her so nakedly vulnerable and 
defenseless, her legs spread wide, the moist pink furrow of her exposed cunt 
nestled in the tangle of her pubic hair drove Danny wild with lust. 

The heated furrow between her thighs seemed to contract under his 
desire-maddened gaze. Suddenly, without any warning, he jammed the 
outstretched finger of his free hand harshly into the entrance of her 
cringing pussy. 

"NOOOOOOO!" Shirley screamed, her inner cuntal walls contracting desperately 
against the unwanted intruder. 

"Shut up!" Danny growled in a voice hoarse with lust. 

Almost unconsciously, his free hand found the hairy sac of his testicles 
which throbbed and burned between his legs, aching for release. His cock, 
long and thick, was engorged with blood, making the cord-like veins stand 
out in sharp relief from the pulsing, purplish column. Relentlessly he 
twisted his finger, burrowing deeper into her pain-filled cunt Her 
resistance only inflamed him more, making him feel like a satyr, filling him 
with potency and the ability to kindle the flames of desire within Shirley 
whether she wanted him or not. 

Suddenly he withdrew his finger from the tightness of her pussy and, 
grabbing her roughly by the arms, pulled her up, forcing her over to the 
bench. Shirley cowered in front of him, knowing that she had met her match 
in this handsome hulk of a man. He was like a madman, she thought, as he 
towered over her, stroking his massive balls and thickly throbbing prick. 
His distended organ looked huge and frightening, but she couldn't tear her 
eyes away from it. Despite her horror and revulsion, she was hypnotized by 
the sheer bulk of it. 

"LAY DOWN THERE AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS, CUNT," Danny commanded hoarsely. 
"Because I'm going to give you the fucking of your life! And when I'm done, 
you're going to be begging for more." 

Mesmerized, Shirley did as she was told. The bench was wide enough for her 
to stretch out in comfort, her legs splayed wide apart. 

Grinning obscenely, his eyes glazed with lust, Danny moved toward her, still 
stroking the long, blue-veined column of his prick. Seizing one of her hands 
in an iron grip, he shoved it between her legs, forcing her to touch his 
hotly pulsating genitals. Her nostrils caught a faint musky aroma of his 
masculinity as he manipulated her hand up and down over the hard rubbery 
surface. 

The touch of her hand around the heavily throbbing hardness of his prick was 
driving Danny wild. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let himself savor the 
tingling flashes of pleasure that surged through him, making him tremble 
with excitement 

It was a mistake. 

Shirley was seized with a sudden flash of outrage. Taking advantage of his 
momentary vulnerability, she let her hand slide down his prick and then, 
with a vicious movement, she grabbed his balls and gave a murderous twist 

Danny screamed in anguish, slapping her sharply, knocking her head down 
against the bench and almost rendering her unconscious. 

"You little cunt!" he snarled. "I'll teach you to pull a trick like that on 
me!" 

He grabbed her roughly by the throat again at the same time as he stretched 
out on the bench atop her. Fitting his lust-swollen cock against her 
cringing pussy, he gave one hard, ramming motion, shoving the massively 
pulsating organ deep up into her belly. 

His bloated rod was so thick that she felt as though a telephone pole had 
been shoved up inside her pain-filled cunt t 

"AAAAAAAIHEEEEEE!" she screeched, struggling fiercely against his hard body. 
But every movement only forced the torturously invading shaft deeper up into 
her frantically resisting cuntal sheath. 

Letting go of her throat, Danny brought his hands up under her struggling 
body, prying her tightly clenched buttocks apart with the palms of his 
hands. Powerless to resist, Shirley cringed as his fingers began to 
teasingly explore the full length of the moistened furrow up between her 
smoothly rounded asscheeks. 

"You ever been ass-fucked, honey?" he grunted obscenely. 

"No . .. noooooooo!" she cried out as the sharp tip of his middle finger 
began to prove the tiny entrance to her sensitive anal passage. Her cries 
were suddenly cut off as Danny grinned and pressed his mouth hard against 
hers. 

The strange feeling of his hands back there, where no one had ever touched 
her before, had a strange effect on Shirley. The sensation wasn't entirely 
unpleasant. In fact, it was tantalizing, and she suddenly realized that she 
had to make a determined effort to keep from grinding her body down against 
the invading finger which was moving in time with the piston-like rhythm of 
his long hard cock. 

Oh God! what's happening to me, her mind screamed. I can't let him do this! 
She dug her nails into his massive shoulders, struggling with all her might 
to fight down the quivering sensations that spiraied through the lower part 
of her body. His cock was ramming her like a burning sword, widening her 
tender cuntal channel against her will, ripping along the interior and 
slamming like a sledgehammer against the sensitive tip of her cervix. 

Then, his body shaking with lust, Danny pressed his hand tightly against her 
buttocks and shoved his middle finger brutally all the way up inside her 
tightly clenched rectum, and Shirley's body was convulsed with a wild, 
searing pain. 

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed, pulling her mouth away from his. "I CAN'T STAND 
IT! OH GOD, YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!" 

"You'll get to like it," he answered, burying his face in her neck and 
kissing her so hard that he raised a welt on her naked skin. He wanted to 
hurt her, to subjugate the beautiful woman to his own will, to make her cry 
out for him. 

Sadistically he drove his lust-thickened hardness into her cunt even harder, 
twisting his finger at the same time, driving it deeper into her painfully 
stretched rectum. Then, laughing lewdly, he began sucking and biting harshly 
on the soft, spongy flesh of her ripe breasts. 

The beautiful blonde felt every area of her body suddenly assaulted with a 
curious mixture of pleasure and pain. From somewhere in the pit of her 
stomach, wildly exciting waves of rapture began to wash over her, slowly at 
first, then with increasing intensity, until her whole naked body was 
trembling and writhing out of control. She had never felt anything so 
excruciatingly intense in her whole life, and she began to moan 
involuntarily. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH .... I CAN'T STAND IT ... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE," she 
babbled incoherently, her hands trembling in futile gestures to push him 
away. 

"Like hell you can't!" Danny snarled, slamming his cock into her cunt again 
and again, with increasing fury. 

Suddenly Shirley's body seemed to explode. She found herself moving in 
unison with Danny's body, clawing at his back, bucking up furiously into 
every hammer-like stroke of his thickly pistoning cock. 

"YES . . . YESSSSSSS ..." she moaned, twisting her wanton body against him. 
She felt like an unleashed demon, consumed with only one desire ... to take 
him as far up into her hungrily clasping cunt as she could, to force him to 
release the long suppressed passion that she had denied herself for so long. 

As soon as he heard her passionate screams for more, Danny began to fuck in 
earnest, each driving thrust bringing another gasp of ecstasy from Shirley's 
lips. She had to bite her tongue to keep from shrieking out every obscene 
word she had ever heard. Shirley could no longer focus her eyes on his 
beautiful body, only clutch desperately at him and pray that this rapture 
would never end. 

"GET THOSE LONG, BEAUTIFUL LEGS UP AND WRAP THEM AROUND ME, HONEY, CAUSE I'M 
GOING TO FUCK YOU RIGHT INTO THE GODDAMNED FLOOR!" DANNY GASPED. 

Shirley complied readily, wrapping her legs around his lower back and 
holding him, squirming her luscious body up to meet his demanding strokes, 
feeling his rampaging cock splitting her into a million pieces of wild and 
joyous pleasure with each thunderous thrust. 

She was screwing her tautly-muscled asscheeks down against his finger at the 
same time, loving the way she was impaled that way. Feeling like a rutting 
animal, her frantically clenching cunt made a tight and pleasurable sleeve 
for his gigantic rod, filling them both with an unbearable delight. 

Danny began to fuck her with a new frenzy, panting, driving deep with cock 
and finger while her hands clawed at his back and her legs held him tightly. 
A deep, low groan began far down in his throat and his cock became a 
lust-incited machine as it plunged and retreated with a fury that left them 
both out of control. 

"FUCK ME! SCREW ME, YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD, YOU!" she wailed, her screams of 
joy echoing around the small room as she sank her sharp white teeth into the 
muscles of his shoulder, tasting the saltiness of his perspiring skin in her 
frantically sucking mouth. 

Suddenly he couldn't hold back any longer. Hot male sperm gushed up through 
his balls with an incredible flood of sweet release, spewing into her hot, 
wet pussy. Explosion after explosion shot up into her now-frenzied cunt. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screeched, her wetly pulsating cunt convulsed with 
uncontrollable spasms as she felt her first real orgasm overwhelm her. What 
pleasure she had given herself with her fingers was as nothing compared to 
this ecstasy of extraordinary sensations that were blowing her apart. 

The wanton woman had no idea how long the powerful spasms of pure delight 
continued. It was as if she were one huge ball of fiery pleasure. Every 
nerve in her body screamed out for more and more of this maddening joy. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Danny slipped his finger and his 
gradually softening cock out of her sperm-flooded cunt. Her eyes were still 
closed, but they flew open at this sudden deprivation of pleasure. 

"NO... DON'T STOP YET!" she wailed, locking her ankles around his back and 
holding him to her writhing body. 

"It's not over yet, honey," Danny chuckled, feeling smug and triumphant. 
"But I've got to go and lock that damned front door so that we can keep a 
little privacy. You just lay there and relax for a minute, baby. I'll be 
right back!" 

Shirley watched his beautiful body disappear out the door. She was still too 
stunned by the force and intensity of her wanton pleasure to be able to 
think straight. She had been literally raped, yet here she was pleading with 
her attacker for more! 

The violent episode had left her shaken to the very depths of her soul. Only 
one thing was certain in her reeling mind-NEVER AGAIN WOULD SHE DENY HERSELF 
THE ECSTASY THAT DANNY HAD GIVEN HER! 

 Chapter Three 

"You ready for some more action, baby?" Danny asked when he returned to the 
steamroom. He tossed aside the towel he had wrapped around his middle, 
letting Shirley see that his massive prick had started to harden again. 

"We've got to talk first, Danny," she nodded, patting the place beside her 
on the bench. "Come on, sit down here." 

He sat down, spreading his long legs out in front of him, letting his huge 
prick dangle obscenely against one well-muscled thigh as he looked at her 
with amusement in his dark eyes. 

"Look, Danny," Shirley began nervously, hardly able to keep her hands off 
the beautiful length of male meat, "I want you to understand something. What 
happened tonight was, well, it's never happened to me before. I don't want 
you to think that I go around laying every pea-brained muscle man who uses 
the gym." 

"Hey, I never thought that for a moment," Danny grinned, letting his hand 
drop down into her lap. His fingers slowly insinuated themselves between her 
perspiring thighs, curling sensuously in the gooey well of her cunt and 
sending shivers of anticipation throughout Shirley's body. "I figured you 
for a chick who just didn't know how great sex could be. Am I right?" 

She nodded, blushing with embarrassment at how quickly he had read her. She 
felt her clitoris starting to pulsate insistently under Danny's expert 
finger massage. 

"You're the only man who's ever satisfied me, Danny," she whispered. 
"There've been a couple of others, but they didn't do a thing for me. 
Tonight was something I've always dreamed about." 

"For me, too," the handsome man assured her. "I've been to bed with lots of 
broads ... all types, shapes, and sizes. You wouldn't believe how a set of 
muscles make a chick want to flop down and spread her legs for you! But they 
were only cunts. You're something special, baby." 

Shirley blushed again, wondering if she was any different from the women he 
was talking about. It was muscles that turned her on, too. 

The more he played with her cunt, the harder his prick had become. It jutted 
out from the bottom of his stomach like a barber pole, all glistening from 
her pussy juices, the thick veins pumping fresh hot blood through the 
massive shaft. 

"Did you ever go down on a guy, Shirley?" Danny asked slyly, increasing the 
pressure of his fingers in her swampy cuntal trench. 

"I wouldn't do anything like that!" she protested hotly. "At least, not with 
just ANYONE." 

"How about giving ME a blow job, honey," Danny urged. "I really dig getting 
sucked. Man, it's the best feeling in the whole world to have a nice hot 
mouth working on my joint." 

The thought of putting her mouth over the end of Danny's cock and sucking 
out the delicious juices there suddenly excited her. She remembered watching 
that other woman sucking prick in this same stream room, the cries of 
ecstasy she had heard, the hungry way the woman's mouth slipped up and down 
on the massive rod as if it were the most beautiful and delicious piece of 
meat on earth. 

She nodded hesitantly, afraid that she would appear too anxious and make 
Danny think she was lying about not ever giving head before. He had begun to 
rub her naked cunt faster and harder, increasing the aching sensation 
between her thighs. Shirley groaned, spreading her legs a little further 
apart to give him greater access to the damply heated slit there, running 
her eyes over his body at the same time. He was so muscular and virile, so 
absolutely beautiful! 

She reached for the throbbing hardness, wanting to feel it again before she 
took it into her mouth and let him spew his fresh seed far down her gulping 
throat. 

"Hey, not so fast, honey," he grinned lewdly. "It's better if you take your 
time... you know, kiss me ail over and get me good and hot before you start 
to suck me." 

"Show me what you want, Danny," Shirley whispered in a lust-charged voice. 
"I want it to be good for you." 

He drew her mouth to his and they kissed deeply for a long time, tongues 
sucking and dueling. His hands raced through the dilated, excited folds of 
her pussy-ftesh, searching and probing, making her passions rise to a fever 
pitch. 

When he pulled his mouth away from hers, Shirley slipped off the bench and 
knelt before him. Leaning closer, she began to plant feather-light kisses 
down his neck and across the heavily muscles shoulders to the deep chest. 
Her tongue flickered tantalizingly over his flesh, making lewd little 
circles as it passed, and she was rewarded by a quickening of his breath, 
and the feel of his powerful fingers caressing her back and shoulders, 
working over the glistening flesh as they had done a few moments before to 
her inflamed cunt. 

When her hand finally touched his cock again she realized that it had grown 
too large for her fingers to encircle it. She smiled as she stroked it 
slowly, continuing to lick him, wondering how she would ever manage to get 
her mouth around the amazing thickness. 

"Why don't you get up here on the bench with me, baby?" she heard Danny 
urging her. "That way I can play with your pussy while you give me head." 

Shirley wasted no time in getting into the position he suggested. She 
straddled his body, looking down at his pulsating cock, her own buttocks 
pointed back at his face. 

"MMMMMMMNNNNNNNNN," she groaned when she felt his gentle fingers slipping up 
to her tingling pussy, probing inside her gaping slit to sensuously massage 
the coral-hued inner flesh and then her wildly throbbing clitoris. "OH, 
DARLING, THAT FEELS SO GOOD." 

She dropped her head down, letting her mouth trail slowly over his hard 
belly to the light fringe of pubic hair that surrounded his magnificent 
cock. Holding his prick in one hand, she kissed along the length of his leg 
to his knee, then up the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh, bringing groans 
of rapture from Danny. Her tongue left every inch of him glistening wet with 
her saliva. 

When she reached his scrotum, her tongue licked across it, causing Danny to 
open his legs wider to give her easy reach of his genitals. With her hand 
she slowly pumped the thickening hardness of his cock while she drew first 
one, then the other of his testicles into her mouth, sucking gently on them 
until he was trembling in frantic anticipation. 

Shirley shifted her position until she was holding his rigid shaft before 
her wetly parted lips. Then, slowly, agonizingly for him, she let her mouth 
trail along it, nipping lightly with her teeth, making him gasp with 
delight. 

"Don't worry, honey, I won't bite you," she laughed. "I'm going to suck you, 
just like ! promised." 

The pressure of his fingers in her swollen pussy-lips increased, and Shirley 
heard him calling out to her to lower her cunt down over his face so he 
could suck her at the same time. She shook her head, wanting to savor all of 
her pleasures through her mouth this time, not wanting the distraction of 
having his tongue thrusting into her damply quivering pussy and spoling this 
first blow job. 

Holding his stiff rod by the base, she carefully peeled back the tender 
foreskin. The blood-engorged knob beckoned her hypnotically, and for the 
first time she realized how huge it had become. She was certain now that she 
couldn't take this monstrous thing all the way into her mouth. 

Still, she had promised, and she would give it her best. 

She raised her head and looked around at Danny for a moment, sliding her 
tongue over her lips, wetting them as much as possible, then forming a soft 
red 'O' with her mouth. 

When she turned around again, she leaned down and kissed the tip of his 
cock, her tongue flicking a drop of oozing liquid from the tiny hole in the 
end. It was almost tasteless. She held the immense staff with two fingers 
and began to brush it back and forth over her parted lips, letting her 
tongue lick at it gently. Then she moved around to the heated sides of the 
shaft, licking at the sensitive under-ridge as Danny began to thrust up from 
the bed, "Ready?" she asked salaciousiy. 

She heard him grunt an excited, albeit incoherent, reply. 

She opened her mouth wide and tried to engulf his lust-engorged cock, but 
there seemed to be just too much. No matter how she worked her head around 
it, she couldn't get it inside. 

Bending over again, she began to lick the turgid rod and coat it with her 
saliva. When it was glistening obscenely, she tried again to get it into her 
mouth. She forced her jaws to relax as she worked her lips wildly over the 
thickly swollen knob. Then, as her head dipped, Danny thrust his pelvis 
upward, driving the huge rod into her mouth. For a moment she thought she 
would choke, but it quickly became easier for her. Her tongue worked around 
the immense shaft, wetting it, so that with each swiveling and bobbing of 
her head she was taking more of him into her mouth. 

She was unable to breathe through her mouth, so she rapidly adjusted to 
taking in air through her nostrils. Danny's prick filled her lips so tightly 
that -with every movement of her head they had to stretch to accommodate the 
pulsing mass of male meat. Saliva was running down her throat and she 
swallowed it. Then her jaws relaxed even more, allowing her to begin a 
steady bobbing, sucking, tongue-swirling rhythm as her free hand squeezed 
his testicles gently. 

OH, THAT FEELS GREAT, HONEY," Danny called out in encouragement, moving his 
pelvis up and down in time with her lewd rhythm. "SUCK IT, BABY, SUCK IT 
GOOD FOR ME!" 

Shirley bent to her task eagerly, wanting to bring him to completion, yet 
wanting him to stay between her eagerly sucking lips for as long as 
possible. The hardness, the heat, the urgency she felt with her lips and 
tongue were bringing her to an orgasm of her own. She rose higher and 
higher, experimenting with just how far she could drive her yearning mouth 
up and down this sweet, iron-hard symbol of masculinity. 

If she could have done so, she would have swallowed his cock. As it was, she 
could only bury her nose against the tufted mass of pubic hair, listening to 
him groan and react with wild rapture. 

She lost time of how long she drove her ravenous mouth up and down the 
gigantic prick, but she finally realized that Danny was fast approaching his 
climax. 

When he finally tensed and began to growl, she knew the time had come. 

He screwed his prick deep up into her mouth, so deep that the head of his 
pistoning cock was ramming wildly against her tonsils. 

Then he was suddenly bigger than ever. There was a bunching of the huge 
muscle between her gulping lips, and he began to squirt his hot, thick cum 
into her mouth. It seemed like each jetting surge alone was enough to fill 
the moist oral cavern, and she had to choke it down for the load to follow. 

Her lips compressed tightly around the thickly jerking shaft, drawing deeply 
on it, swinging her head from side to side to increase the pleasure for him 
as her tongue lashed frantically on the jetting knob. 

The white-hot male juices cascaded down her tender throat, bringing an 
immediate response from up between her trembling thighs. Quickly she began 
waving her naked buttocks back and forth over his face, signalling him that 
she wanted him to go to work on her steaming cunt again. 

Danny sensed the message and jammed his fingers up into the gooey slit, 
hastening the desperate contractions deep within her wildly churning belly. 

Unable to cry out because of the male meat filling her throat, Shirley could 
only groan to express her rapture as the unbearable thrills of her orgasm 
wracked her willowy body. 

It seemed that Danny would never stop coming. But eventually the powerful 
spurts slackened, then ceased altogether. She didn't let go of the treasure 
between her lips, continuing to suck and lick more slowly so as to give him 
all the pleasure possible. 

Finally, she had to let go of the deflating cock. She sighed and let it slip 
from her mouth, slowly bringing her luscious body around until she was 
stretched out atop him on the bench. 

"I didn't think I could do it," she whispered, licking a few strings of 
sticky come off her lips. "I thought it was too big." 

"It was terrific, honey," Danny grinned, patting her rump with his hand. 
"You give the best head I've ever had." 

"Really? You're not just saying that?" 

"Hell no!" he replied emphatically. "But the next time you'll have to let me 
go down on you at the same time. That's a real trip!" 

"I can hardly wait," she murmured, chuckling lewdly as she squirmed her 
naked body closer to his hard-muscled chest. 

"You won't have to wait long, baby," Danny said with a soft sigh, running 
his tongue around her swollen lips. "Not long at all!" 

Shirley didn't arrive at the gym until long past noon the next day. Her 
whole body was still glowing from the frantic lovemaking she and Danny had 
enjoyed ... first at the gym, then back in her apartment. They hadn't fallen 
asleep until it was light outside. 

The exhausted bodybuilder was still sleeping soundly back at the apartment 
when Shirley walked sheepishly into the gym. 

"Good morning, boss," Tim Dornan said sarcastically, winking at her. "I 
thought you said you'd be here bright and early?" 

She just laughed, waving off any further questions. The office was empty, 
the monthly reports the accountant had completed the day before on her desk, 
waiting for her inspection and signature. 

The stunning blonde sat down behind the small desk and looked out over the 
gym. If any of the male or female customers had stopped their workouts when 
she came in it wasn't apparent now. They were all busily huffing and puffing 
and doing their best to torture their bodies into greater perfection. 

Cindy Wellington looked up from the women's exercise class she was 
conducting at the side of the gym and waved to Shirley, smiling crookedly. 

Waving back, Shirley turned her attention to the reports in front of her. It 
took only a few minutes to go through the whole stack. The figures cheered 
her. The business was comfortably in the black, and the mortgage on the 
building would soon be paid off. Beside the financial statements were the 
weekly checks for bills and salaries. She signed them rapidly, pushing them 
finally aside and relaxing in her comfortable chair. 

So much had happened since the day before that she was still in a state of 
shock. Not only had she broken her own cardinal rule ... that against 
getting involved sexually with customers ... but even worse, she knew now 
that every male in the gym was going to be fair game for her. 

Danny Robinson was a sweet kid, but not even HIS insatiable lusts could 
satisfy her now. She wanted variety and plenty of it! The furious lovemaking 
of the night before had only whetted her appetite for new and even more 
salacious experiences. 

Looking out at the dozen or so beautiful male bodies working out in the gym, 
she tried to imagine what each one of them would be like in bed. How great 
it would be to have them all lined up, she thought, to have them fuck me one 
after the other until I'm screaming for mercy! The erotic thought made her 
cunt go all creamy and begin to ache with an unbearable desire. She wanted 
them all ... every last one of them. Especially the ones who had been in the 
gym yesterday to hear Joe Forbes' ridiculous accusations against her. She'd 
even like to see that hulking moron now. She'd soon put him straight as to 
her sexuality! 

Her pussy was burning with desire now. She crossed her legs, applying 
pressure to the roaring inferno there, pressing the squirming slit down hard 
against the seat of her chair to gain some measure of relief that way. It's 
too bad that damned window is there, she thought obscenely. I'd lock the 
damned office door and masturbate right here and now! 

Suddenly a wildly exciting thought occurred to her: Why not pick out the 
best looking of the customers and invite him to stay that evening after the 
gym had closed? She would have to be discreet, of course, and she would have 
to make up some plausible excuse for not seeing Danny again that night. 

As soon as the idea struck her, Shirley began looking at the men in the gym 
again, trying to pick out a likely looking object for her seduction. Her 
gaze lingered on several of the men, her eyes searching the massive bulges 
under their tights for a good candidate. She quickly rejected most of them, 
concentrating finally on a youth named Josh Williams. 

Josh was standing in profile to her, working out on the heavy bars. Every 
time he pressed one of the bars she could see the bulging outline of his 
genitals jut out proudly. Licking her lips with lust, she ran her gaze up 
and down his magnificent body, trying to remember everything she could about 
Josh. 

The blonde giant was in his early twenties, a veteran of Vietnam, fairly 
bright, and generally amiable to her. Josh seemed to have no ambition to 
enter competition, wanting only to develop his body to the fullest extent 
for some private purpose. 

Shirley had always liked the boy, and she decided now that he would be her 
next lover. Now that the decision had been made, she allowed herself the 
rapturuous luxury of slipping one slender hand down into her lap and running 
the fingers over her cloth-covered pussy. 

She shivered with delight as an intense spasm of pure animal pleasure shook 
her after a few minutes of the frantic caresses. Blushing, she looked up to 
see if anyone outside the off ice had noticed what she was doing. 

No one seemed to have done so. 

Sighing with relief, her cunt still burning with desire, she stood up and 
smiled lasciviously to herself, already planning what she and Josh would be 
doing in a few hours. 

Then, still smiling, she went out of the office and toward the locker room. 
There was only one thing that could quiet the raging fire down between her 
quivering thighs, and since that wasn't available to her at the moment, she 
would have to sublimate her heated arousal with good hard exercise. 

She was looking forward to it. 

"What's up, Shirley?" Josh Williams asked, sitting across one of the 
training mats from the beautiful gym owner. "I mean, why did you want me to 
stay over tonight?" 

Josh looked so genuinely puzzled that Shirley wanted to burst out laughing 
at his naivete. It was obvious that the boy really had no idea of what was 
in her lust-crazed mind. 

Well, she would soon turn that around. 

She smiled coyly, stretching out flat on her back and lifting her lovely 
long legs straight up in the air, giving him a good view of her 
leotard-covered crotch and the succulent slit that lay beneath the thin 
material. She began doing a leg scissors, just in case he missed the point. 

"I just thought we should get better acquainted," she answered, arching her 
proud young breasts up so that the succulent mounds would be clearly visible 
to the youth. "You've been coming to the gym for almost a year now, and 
we've never really talked, have we?" 

"No, I guess not," Josh said, shaking his head. trying to concentrate on 
Shirley's words rather than on the exciting sight of her crotch as her legs 
moved back and forth. Every time the long stems came apart, he could see the 
plump mound of her pussy, indented by the erotic slit that lay nestled 
there. He gulped, wanting to pull his eyes away for fear of offending her, 
not able to deny himself that pleasure. 

Suddenly the exercise ended and she sat up, crossing her legs in front of 
herself demurely, noting with approval that the front of Josh's tights were 
beginning to show signs of the hardening bulge underneath the thin material. 

"Do you like me. Josh?" she asked impulsively, leaning closer. She had 
especially worn a low-cut leotard for his benefit. When she moved forward, 
the swollen mounds came together, increasing the exciting cleavage, clearly 
outlining her rubbery nipples. 

"Like you?" he repeated, shaking his head again as if he couldn't understand 
any of what she was saying to him. "Sure, I like you, Shirley. Everybody 
thinks you're great... just like one of the guys." 

He could see immediately that that had been the wrong thing to say. Her eyes 
flashed dangerously, and her lips came together in a hard line as she 
remembered Joe Forbes' lurid words of the day before. 

"I didn't mean it THAT," he said quickly, blushing to cover his 
embarrassment at the poor choice of words. "I just meant that we all think 
you're... you're... oh, hell, Shirley, you know what I mean." 

"Don't you ever think of me as a woman?" she demanded, ignoring his 
discomfort. "Haven't you ever wondered what I'd be like in BED?" 

The question clearly shocked Josh, but he recovered quickly. 

"Sure, everybody who trains here wonders about that," he admitted. "But, we 
all know how you feel about guys hitting on you, Shirley. And Tim Dornan 
said we couldn't come here and train anymore if we gave you any problems." 

"Oh, he did, did he?" Shirley snapped. "We'll, for your information. Josh, 
Tim isn't running this place OR my life! I want to know what YOU think of 
me. Josh. For instance, would you like to make love to me?" 

"HELL YES!" he almost shouted. "You mean it, Shirley? You'd really let me 
make out with you?" 

There was no longer any question about the state of Josh's desire. His cock 
was hammering at the material of his tights, throbbing and pulsating wildly 
as he twisted around on the mat. 

"I might, honey," she giggled seductively, crossing her legs again. The ache 
in her cunt was growing more intense now, the tingling in her nipples more 
pronounced. Suddenly she was tired of the game. She wanted action, and she 
wanted it now. "Stand up and take off your tights!" 

The order was so unexpected that Josh was on his feet before he could help 
himself. He blushed a deep red as his fingers began tugging at the elastic 
band of the tights. 

Seeing his hesitation, Shirley repeated the order. 

"Go on, take them off. I want to see what kind of equipment you've got. 
Josh." 

In a moment the tights were lying at his fee. He was still blushing as he 
stood there and let her inspect his genitals. His cock jerked up against his 
hairless belly, all stiff and virile and beautiful to her excited eyes. She 
could hardly keep from touching it, but she forced herself to remain seated 
on the mat. 

"It's not bad," she lied slyly, comparing the lust-engorged shaft with 
Danny's magnificent tool, not finding it wanting in any way. His sexual 
maturity was another matter, however. Josh was behaving like a schoolboy. He 
seemed not to know how to treat a hot-blooded female who was throwing 
herself at him. Maybe he was just the bashful type, she mused, the kind who 
finds it hard to make the first move. "How many girls have you fucked, Josh? 
Tell me the truth." 

From the way he blushed and stammered at the question, Shirley suspected the 
worst. It seemed incredible to her that someone as handsome and virile as 
Josh could have little or no sexual experience. 

"I, uh, that is, I ..." he mumbled, trying to pull his embarrassed eyes away 
from Shirley's smirking face, twisting his body in shame. " .. .I've never 
fooled around much with girls," he finally admitted. "I was a puny little 
runt until I got out of the Army and started training. All the girls used to 
laugh at me. After that, well, I was too busy working out and things . .." 

He let the sentence trail off, acutely humiliated by the shameful admission. 

It was her turn to be shocked. 

"For God's sake. Josh," she said incredulously. "A handsome dude like you 
should have chicks falling all over him. Haven't you seen how some of the 
gals who work out here look at you? I mean, wow, they watch that beautiful 
body of yours like they'd jump at the chance to lay you." 

"I know," he said unhappily, burning with torment. "But I just never got 
over being afraid they'd laugh at me if they know how little experience I've 
had." 

"I wouldn't laugh at you. Josh," she whispered up at him, her own desire 
almost out of control now. "Why don't you try making love to me?" 

Again he swallowed nervously, shifting his weight on his feet. "I wouldn't 
even know where to begin," he said, his eyes running over Shirley's lush 
young body. He was frightened and eager at the same time, desperate to take 
advantage of her erotic offer, yet afraid of failure. 

"You could start by kissing me." 

Nervously he dropped back down onto the mat and kissed her lips cautiously. 
She opened her mouth, breathing hotly into his oral cavern, thrusting her 
tongue against his, dueling hotly with it. 

"Don't be afraid to use your hands, too. Josh," she whispered, pulling her 
mouth away for a moment as she forced him down onto the training mat. "Touch 
me Wherever you want, I won't mind." 

Again there was an instant hesitation on his part. Then his hands, which had 
hung limply at his sides during the kiss, moved suddenly to her body, roving 
forcefully over the smooth contours of her back, down the fine line of her 
spine, then rapidly up beneath her arms to the sides of Shirley's heaving 
breasts. 

Moaning, she squirmed wantonly against his heated flesh, fitting her 
steaming vaginal mound to the gigantic shaft of his cock so that she could 
feel his male hardness prodding at her lust-filled loins beneath the leotard 
and tights she wore. Her own hands moved over the long, sinewy muscles of 
his athletic body. 

Suddenly, Josh's hands seemed to go mad. He tore at her leotard, his fingers 
fumbling eagerly, his breath coming in hoarse, strained gasps. In 
desperation, unable to rip the shoulder straps apart, he groaned, flailing 
away at them with his powerful fingers. 

Shirley cried out from the sharp pain, then moaned with pleasure as he 
managed to get one of her voluptuous breasts free and began to maul the 
succulent mound. It was with genuine reluctance that she pushed his hands 
away after a few moments of this erotic bliss. 

"Easy, honey," she urged him, trying to catch her breath. "We've plenty of 
time. Undress me slowly. Enjoy yourself." 

"He drew back from her, hanging his head sheepishly, the embarrassment 
returning. 

"I'm sorry," he croaked. "I TOLD you I wasn't very good at this." 

"Don't worry about that, honey," she whispered. "I'll teach you. Come on, 
take my things off." 

His eyes darted hungrily up and down the beautiful length of her body. He 
moved toward her again, his bashfulness swept away by her soothing words and 
his own raging desire. When his hands touched her this time they were 
gentle. 

She dropped her hands to her sides and let him pull the offending shoulders 
straps off her creamy shoulders. The material came away easily now, sliding 
down over her flawlessly defined torso, exposing her reddened breasts. Her 
nipples tingled from the sudden exposure to the cool air of the gym, 
swelling quickly to sharp points. 

With the leotard hanging down around her middle, Josh dropped his hands to 
the arched, globular mounds, caressing them in wonder, cupping them so that 
the palms of his hands caused a tantalizing friction on the sensitive pink 
tips. 

"Kiss them, honey," she moaned, stretching out on her back and arching them 
up to his lust-fevered lips. 

He leaned forward, his hands sliding aside and beneath her arms as he 
touched his lips to one of the hardened nipples, sending shivers of heated 
passion through her whole lovely body. 

"SUCK IT, she moaned. "TAKE IT IN YOUR MOUTH AND SUCK IT FOR ME." 

He needed no further urging. Greedily he fastened his lips like a suction 
cup around the tingling breast, filling his mouth with it, his tongue 
flicking wildly over the tip and causing Shirley's body to writhe madly 
under the intense, blinding pleasure. After a few moments he moved his head 
to the other breasts and repeated the performance, driving her desire to an 
even more urgent pitch. At last he drew his head back, looking down at the 
beautiful mounds, the nipples wet and glistening with the saliva from his 
mouth. 

"Take the rest of my clothes off." 

His hands moved to do her bidding. His fingers fumbled as they peeled the 
leotard down around her flaring pelvis and ripely curbed hips as she 
wriggled up at him sensuously. 

Josh couldn't believe his good luck as he inserted his huge thumbs into the 
elastic waistband of her thights, pulling them down her slender thighs and 
beautifully-shaped legs. His eyes bulged when they finally feasted upon the 
golden triangle of pubic hair and the shadowy crack of her cunt only 
partially hidden by the silken curls. 

He hesitated for a split second and then fell into her arms. Shirley felt 
her breasts being mashed mercilessly by the hard lean muscles of his chest, 
felt the hardness of his manhood prod threateningly at her crotch, felt it 
slide up her quivering belly toward her desire-crazed pussy. An instant 
later he was trying to roll atop her, his massive prick throbbing and 
jerking craziiy against her thighs. Madly he kissed her on the lips, his 
hands kneading at her breasts, then moving wildly down the sensitive burning 
flesh to her belly, between her half-parted thighs, brushing deliciously 
over her glistening hard clitoris. He moved his lips from her mouth, again 
covering one of her breasts, now sucking it ravenously so that her whole 
body was contorted with the wanton longing that engulfed her. 

When his finger touched the slit of her cunt again, her hips jerked suddenly 
upward, feeling the sharp, knifing pleasure. "Put it in," she moaned, almost 
delirious with rapture. "For God's sake, put it in!" 

He probed experimentally, parting the pink, juice-coated lips of her cunt 
with his middle finger, spreading the flooding moisture outwards into the 
softly lining curls of her pubic hair. Then, in a swift motion, he flicked 
his finger into the tight, slippery folds. Her body stiffened and jerked 
upwards again. A wail flew from her lips. 

For a moment Josh thought that he had hurt Shirley. He hesitated, increasing 
her frustration. 

"NO, YOU'RE NOT HURTING ME, DARLING," she cried out. "PUT IT IN DEEPER!" 

Reassured, he again shoved the finger to the secopd knuckle, burying it 
deeply in the tight, warm crevice. The finger was as large as most men's 
cocks, she thought lewdly, feeling it twisting and turning in the liquid 
depths of her pussy. She thrust her pelvis back and forth, up and down, 
undulating wantonly in erotic response to his maddening fingering. 

His lips moved from her breasts, lower, tracing a trail of fire on her 
tingling, demanding flesh. She moaned and sobbed, her hands running wildly 
through his hair. At her navel he paused, his tongue flicking curiously into 
it. Then he raised his head, gazing toward the beckoning fur of her pubic 
hair. 

"What is it, honey?" she called out to him. "Why did you stop kissing me?" 

"It sounds crazy," he mumbled, his breathing strained and comin in hard 
gasps. 

"You want to kiss my pussy, don't you? You want to shove your tongue up 
inside my cunt?" 

"It seems so weird, but I DO want to." 

"Sucking my pussy isn't dirty," she told him. "Go on. Josh, it's one of the 
most beautiful things you can do." 

"Then I want to do it," he cried out, unable to control his passions. 

His head moved down her body toward her undulating loins. The finger slipped 
wetly out of her cunt, left her sending stabs of frustration throughout her 
being. She gave out with a tortured sob, but at the last moment as she felt 
his lips brush into the sensitive almost ticklish hair of her cunt, she 
caught his head and stopped him, tugging him desperately upwards. 

"Save that for later, please," she moaned. "After you've fucked me the first 
time." 

He looked at her with a curious disbelief, as if he found that prospect 
somewhat appalling. Then he seemed to forget any anxieties he might have 
about that and concentrate completely on the invitation for the present. He 
slid suddenly back up her body, lowering himself between her widely parted 
thighs. Shirley slipped her hands between them and explored his taut lower 
abdomen until her fingers found the hard pulsating object of her search. 

A moan of dread and fear escaped her as she felt the true size of his cock 
for the first time. She thought it must have grown more than another inch in 
length since he'd first removed his shorts and jock strap, and it had 
increased in diameter as well. For a nervous, fluttering instant she 
wondered if she would be able to take it, wondered if it would not rip her 
tender body apart at the seams. Then her hesitation retreated. She had to 
have it. The desire that welled in her smothered the fear. No matter how 
much it hurt and stretched her succulent, tight cunt she had to have it in 
her. Nothing short of being fucked crazy by his virile young cock would 
satiate her now and she knew it. 

With a sob of resignation and anticipation, Shirley guided the smooth 
rubbery head and the long hot shaft toward her hungrily pleading cuntal 
lips. Above her, the youth grunted, his lean sinewy body trembling as though 
with one last agony of growth. 

"Easy," she whispered, gritting her teeth in readiness as she parted the 
soft resilient strands of her pussy hair with the tip and slipped the head 
of his penis between the slick fleshy folds of her cunt. 

A knife-like stabbing shot through her body and she cried out, again causing 
Josh to tense and hesitate. For a moment she thought he was going to pull 
completely out of her, and she grabbed his hips and held his body firmly to 
her own. Though relief from the pain of the intrusion might have been 
welcome, her bleary mind sensed that the frustration of the loss would be 
even more terrible. 

"Just take it easy," she gasped again. "Fuck it up into me easy and slow, 
all the way down to your balls." 

"Her body stiffened and she gave out with another abandoned cry as Josh 
thrust again, gently but firmly. She felt another sharp stab of pain, then a 
faint easing as the fluids poured forth, lubricating the tight inner walls 
and allowing the excitedly hardened shaft to worm its way slowly inward, 
inward until at last a heaving sigh escaped her and her body relaxed, 
sinking down on the mattress, and the pain began to fade. 

"AAAGGGHHH," he moaned in her ear, sagging on her and flexing his enormous 
young penis so that a tremor went through the body prone beneath him. "It 
feels so warm and set around it I don't know if I can even move." 

"Then don't for a minute," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Get used to 
it." 

They both lay still for what must have been a full sixty seconds, the only 
sound their harsh heavy breathing. Then together they began to move, at 
first subtle, almost imperceptible gestures of their bodies, slight 
sniffings of their hips. Josh's flexing of the virile young penis within 
her. Gradually the movements became more overt. Shirley punctuated the 
shifting sounds of their bodies with soft, distant sounding moans of 
ecstasy. Josh braced himself on his arms, panting loudly as a winded dog, 
and began to lunge back and forth, piercing her with new stabs of 
indistinguishable pain and pleasure. 

Gradually he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, lengthening the strokes 
until he was driving all the way up into the bottom depths of her cunt, 
racking her body until she cried out deliriously and entwined her leg 
tightly about him. Then far too soon for Shirley, an abrupt alteration in 
his movements signaled her he was going to cum. 

"NO, WAIT!" she screamed in desperation, her legs kicking wildly in the air, 
her hands clawing at his back. 

He froze upon her, his body trembling. "I DON'T THINK I CAN HOLD IT," he 
gasped. "I JUST CAN'T!" 

Shirley's mind raced madly. She'd half expected this would be the case. A 
young guy who had never possessed a woman couldn't be expected to summon the 
control demanded of a man, but she'd presumed he'd be eager and excited 
enough to fuck more than once. But what if he couldn't? What if the 
premature ejaculation and her eager demands that followed embarrassed him to 
the extent that he couldn't manage another erection immediately? She knew 
she couldn't stand that with her own maddening desire at the furious pitch 
she'd reached. But she thought there was one fool proof method of taking his 
first jets of semen into her and still insuring that his magnificent young 
cock would be hard for the second. Shirley was almost certain the act of 
cumming in a woman's mouth would be for this naive youth far more exciting 
than satiating. With a little luck he'd be hotter when he finished than he 
had been when he started. 

"Get off," she gasped, shoving him away. 

Reluctantly he withdrew. With a soft cry of frustration, Shirley urged him 
over onto his back. She turned on her side toward him, reaching out with her 
hand and softly stroking his cock, entwining her fingers around it and 
beginning to move the tightly stretched skin slowly up and down. But the 
gnawing in her own loins was almost more than she could bear. She knew she 
had to have something to appease her own craving while she was waiting. 
Suddenly she shifted about on the bed, kneeling to extend her firm buttocks 
toward him, almost the same position as when she'd sucked Danny and gotten 
her first orgasm. 

"PUT YOUR FINGER IN MY PUSSY," she moaned. "FINGER FUCK ME WHILE I SUCK 
YOU." 

With an eager groan the young man complied. Shirley sighed at the mild 
relief ana" dropped her face toward his hardness, suddenly flicking her 
tongue forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny glans 
on the end. He sucked in his breath from the sudden contact. Another groan 
issued from his lips. Shirley brought her mouth down all the way and 
enclosed the whole of the sensitive head in the warm, moist pressure. Her 
lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping 
it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. 

"OOOHHHH!" he groaned, shoving his finger deeper into the wet, tormented 
walls of her cunt. 

She twitched her hips wildly, looking down her nose at the hard, glistening 
shaft, still wet from the juices of her own cunt, watching it inch slowly 
and deeply into her tightly locked mouth. She massaged the soft resilient 
skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock 
between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck 
rhythmically up and down. 

In a matter of moments Shirley felt the first throbbing reaction of coming 
orgasm and began to suck harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into 
the taut, resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped 
the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. She shifted her position 
slightly, kneeling lower into his crotch and taking in as much of the giant 
shaft as her mouth would hold. She slid a hand under his buttocks and cupped 
them in her palms, and she felt him intensify the probings of his finger in 
her cunt. Her tongue swiped round and round the growing gland furiously 
until she knew it was reaching the bursting point. Obsessed, she continued 
the maddening sucking. 

He arched his back off the bed, pushing even deeper into her mouth. 
Greedily, her lips clung to the thrusting cock. He groaned over and over and 
over again as if in complete bewilderment of the sensations she evoked with 
the gentle manipulations of her lips and tongue. Suddenly she heard him 
gasp. The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere 
deep in his chest as the hot sticky young sperm began its surge from the 
sanctity of his balls and began spewing in hot thin streams up into her 
ravenously sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she 
greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes of his fresh tasting young 
virility. She went on with the wild sucking even as he'd emptied of the hot 
white sperm. Sporadically she coughed and gurgled, swallowing it to regain 
her breath. Slowly his cock deflated in her mouth, but then she continued 
licking until it was dry. 

At last she raised her head, rocking back on her hips until she was in a 
sitting position beside him, her parted buttocks resting on his hand. With 
satisfaction she watched the young cock stir and begin to grow again. 

But even after it had become erect, standing up like a tall palm out of his 
light colored pubic hair, it didn't seem to have the monstrous proportions 
it had assumed before. She wanted all of it at its best, every inch of its 
incredible length and diameter. She wanted the tearing pain of it as much as 
she wanted the pleasure. 

Slowly, Shirley settled onto her own back. She could wait if she had 
something to occupy her in the meantime. She looked at Josh through her 
watery, narrowed eyes. 

"Now it's your turn to lick me, darling." 

Shirley spread her thighs wide, arching her hips and undulating them in lewd 
erotic invitation as, wide-eyed. Josh lowered his face toward her loins. He 
kissed her lightly at the crest of her pubic mound, then without further 
delay sank his lips onto her tingling bud of a clitoris, sucking it up 
between his teeth gently, sending ripples of longing to course through her 
already desire-crazed body. 

"Move down," she gasped. "Kneel between my legs so you can get to it." 

He shifted his body to comply and Shirley parted her thighs even wider. The 
first touch of his tongue on her dripping nether lips was like the last of a 
whip that stung her to a sudden greater pitch of alertness. She cried out 
deliriously, her hands brushing down over the flesh of her own breasts and 
stomach, grasping his head to hold him to her gyrating loins. His tongue 
flicked cautiously along the juicy slit, then suddenly probed deep into the 
tight warm hole. She cried again, her hips jerking furiously. She lifted her 
thighs and squeezed them tight around his ears as if she wanted to swallow 
his whole head into her burning depths. She felt his hands slide beneath her 
hips, his fingers digging into the vibrant flesh of her buttocks, pulling 
her loins even more fully against his face. 

"PUT YOUR FINGER IN MY ASSHOLE," she wailed desperately, instinct commanding 
her voice. 

At this he also momentarily hesitated, but her contined delirious cries 
overcame his natural reticence. Suddenly and with no preparation he shoved 
the middle finger of one of his hands swiftly to the second joint into the 
tight, puckered hole of her anus. 

"AAAAAGH!" she wailed, her hips contorting from the violent, unexpected 
agony. 

But in his own renewed lust Josh was past considerations of mercy. 
Relentlessly he shoved the finger onward, deeper until she felt his knuckle 
mash the cushion of flesh that was the crack between her churning buttocks. 
In a delayed reflex, she felt her tight rectal walls give way or lubricate, 
she didn't know which. The pain subsided slightly and mingled with the 
pleasure of his tongue ravishing her vagina. 

Then she felt his penis brush lightly against her leg and she knew it had 
resumed its full proportion. With a delirious wail she put her hands beneath 
his arms, jerking him upward. With reluctance he yielded to the pressure. 
With a last maddening flick his tongue slipped from her spasming pussy, 
flicked her swollen clitoris, and was gone. Twitching wildly, she tugged him 
onto her, seizing his hips and guiding him too rapidly down between her 
thighs, jerking her own hips up in abandon. She felt the giant member brush 
the lips of her vagina, then slide downward. Too late, she realized what was 
happening as the stabbing, unbearable pain caused a shudder to rack her 
whole body, tears to flood her eyes, an ear-piercing scream to burst in an 
instant full blown from her lips. 

Kicking frantically, she shoved up on his pelvis, at the same time 
retreating her own hips down into the softness of the mattress. 

"Wrong h-hole," she managed to gasp. 

Her anus had not had time to contract after the sudden removal of his finger 
and his badly-aimed cock, brushing over the slick lips of her vagina, had 
picked up enough of the lubricating moisture to allow it to penetrate almost 
half way into the depths of her tight, sensitive rectum. It had been too 
sudden and the pain had seemed more than she could bear. But oddly, as the 
youth hastily withdrew, the rubbery walls had seemed to cling tightly, as if 
unwilling to relinquish the unwelcome treasure that had penetrated them, and 
as Shirley felt the pain disappear, she thought she had almost strangely 
missed it. 

But then, as the twenty-one-year-old thrust again and she felt the smooth 
rubbery head of his cock slide between her vaginal lips, then slip smoothly 
along the straight slippery sheath of her cunt, she forgot that. She 
screamed again in wild abandon, but this time from the sheer pleasure of the 
rushing she felt begin immediately deep inside her. She threw her arms 
tightly about the youth, squirming her breasts against him, her hands 
clawing madly at his back. Shirley sobbed and cried, the tears flooding in 
torrents from her eyes. She jerked upward violently several quick times in 
succession, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at the penis that 
filled them with uncanny dexterity, the velvety vaginal walls spasming 
madly. Her legs went suddenly limp, and with a fainting moan she dropped her 
arms from his back. Her heart pounded wildly as she felt the waves of 
passion flood her body, as she felt herself drifting in the strange, 
unbelievable whirlwind of the release. 

She was only half aware of the feeling of the young man's fresh virile cum 
spewing hotly into her. Out of it, she closed her eyes and let her body 
relax and float as if on a distant, vaporous breeze. She was still except 
for the involuntary tremors that drifted like gentle wind gusts through her 
sweat-filmed nakedness. 

It was long after midnight when they finished the frantic orgy. By that time 
Josh was exhausted, his hard-muscled body stretched out on the mat and 
unable to move from the furious lovemaking. 

Shirley was tired, too, but she was bathed with the warm glow of complete 
and total sexual gratification. Every inch of her flesh was relaxed and 
happy, her mind reeling from the delicious pleasure he had given her. 

Finally, it was time to leave the gym and the wildly erotic memories it held 
for both of them. Shirley sighed and got up, picking up her discarded tights 
and leotard and moving toward the locker room. 

"Come on, honey," she called out over her shoulder to Josh. "Let's take a 
quick shower and then split, okay?" 

He got up reluctantly, his tired body moving slowly toward her, his massive 
cock limp and useless now, swaying lewdly against his muscled thigh. 

 Chapter Four 

The next few days were an exciting whirlwind of madening sexual pleasure for 
Shirley as she sought to make up for all the lost years of erotic denial. 
Josh quickly became an expert lover under her demanding tutelage, driving 
his muscular body to the torrid limits she set for him in her quest for 
sexual gratification. 

Almost every night she and the youth would act out their lusty orgies in the 
gym after closing time. On those nights when she wasn't with Josh, she and 
Danny fucked into the early morning hours in her apartment. 

She knew it was a dangerous game trying to keep both hot-blooded males from 
finding out her relationship with the other, but she couldn't control the 
fiery need to have them both at her beck and call. 

Danny was sullen on those nights when she couldn't see him, suspecting the 
worst, certain that Shirley had another lover. His ego was too fragile to 
enable him to share the succulent blonde with any other male. Finally, when 
Shirley came home from an evening of passion with Josh at the gym, she found 
Danny waiting for her outside her apartment. 

"Where you been?" he asked accusingly, his face contorted with jealousy. 

Shirley was furious, but she held her temper until they were inside the 
apartment and out of hearing of her neighbors. Once the door was closed 
behind her, however, she turned to him with a savage expression of outrage 
on her lovely face. 

"You bastard!" she snarled. "You dirty bastard! How dare you come sneaking 
around here and demanding ANYTHING of me? It's none of your goddamned 
business where I was, is that clearly understood?" 

Danny knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he couldn't help 
himself. Shirley's anger only made him more daring. 

"Like hell it isn't," he hissed. "It's almost two o'clock! I want to know 
where you were. Have you been playing around with that kid Josh Williams? 
How come you keep him there at night after the gym closes?" 

"Where in the hell did you find out about Josh?" she demanded. 

"Everybody at the gym is talking about you and him and your SPECIAL sessions 
at night," Danny growled, trying to grab her arm and pull Shirley closer to 
him, rewarded for hjs efforts by her slashing fingernails along his cheek. 

"OOOOWWWWWWWW!" he cried out, stepping away. "Damn it, Shirley, I want to 
know the truth. Have you baen fucking around, with that kid?" 

The beautiful blonde knew it was time to set the record straight. 

"All right, Danny," she said with a cynical smile, facing him down. "For 
your information. Josh HAS been fucking me. I've got a good hot load of his 
come up inside my pussy right now! Does that satisfy you?" 

For a moment Danny looked as if he would break into tears. As soon as the 
shocked expression left his handsome face, it was replaced by one of 
horrible self-pity. 

"How could you?" he asked in a choked whisper, his face contorted with 
jealousy. "I thought you and I had an understand ... that you got all the 
screwing you needed from me?" 

She felt a twinge of pity for the hulking man, but it quickly left her. No 
one man could satisfy the desperate ache she had down between her legs, and 
no man was going to tell her how to run her life. 

"Listen, you moron," she sneered. "Just because I let you screw me doesn't 
mean you OWN me! I don't mind spreading my legs for you, Danny, you're a 
pretty good piece of ass. But you can fuck off if you think you're going to 
tell me what to do!" 

The anguished giant suddenly dropped to his knees and pressed his face 
against Shirley's stomach, wrapping his arms around her thighs and holding 
her tightly as he poured out his unhappiness. 

"Please, Shirley, don't even THINK such a thing," he moaned. "I need you, 
baby ... I'd go crazy if you stopped seeing me!" 

The pressure of his hot cheek against her throbbing cunt was sending tingles 
of awakening pleasure coursing through her loins. It had been less than an 
hour since Josh Williams had pumped his last heated load of juicy male cum 
up into her quivering pussy, but her luscious slit was as ready for action 
again as it had ever been. 

Suddenly a maddeningly obscene thought struck her. Josh's sperm was still up 
inside her cunt. WHAT A TRIP IT WOULD BE TO MAKE THE INSANELY JEALOUS DANNY 
ROBINSON GO DOWN ON HER AND SUCK OUT THE STEAMING SPERM OF HIS RIVAL! 

Her juicy slit began to throb more intensely at the lewd idea. It would 
serve the bastard right, she thought, feeling her pelvis beginning to move 
in barely perceptible circles against Danny's cheek. He's had no right to 
come here and demand any explanations from her. She could make him pay for 
his damned impertinence in a way he'd never forget! 

"MMMMMMMNNNNNN," she moaned, letting her hands come down to tangle in 
Danny's curl hair. "Better stop that before I get horny," she chided him, 
her voice lust-charged and dripping with salacious promise. 

His answer was to tighten the grip of his strong fingers on her thighs, 
pulling and massaging the creamy flesh without mercy as he buried his face 
more deeply against her pulsating cuntal mound. Suddenly his hands slipped 
lower, grasping the hem of her mini-skirt and pulling it up over her 
deliciously flaring hips. 

"DO YOU WANT TO SUCK ME, DANNY?" she asked in a hoarse voice. "DO YOU WANT 
TO STICK THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS UP INSIDE MY PUSSY AND CLEAN ME OUT?" 

The bodybuilder was beside himself with passion, so caught up in the 
excitement of the moment that he could only nod his head and pray that he 
could make her change her mind about Josh Williams. That she could want 
anyone besides him fucking her was a terrible blow to the hard-muscled man. 

Grasping her thin white panties, he wrenched them down over Shirley's 
flaring hips. She pulled her legs apart and stepped out of them, kicking 
them aside. Her thighs slid open, exposing the furry muff and the dilated 
pink lips of her cunt to his lust-maddened eyes. With a sigh of desire, he 
lunged down, pressing his heated and reddened face against her naked cunt. 

"GO ON, SUCK ME," she coaxed lewdly, holding his head between her hands, 
guiding it quickly to the ripe split between her legs. 

Danny inhaled the musky aroma of her juicy pussy, his sense of shame 
building as he realized that he was smelling Josh William's spicy cum as 
well as Shirley's own delicious juices. He wanted to pull his head away and 
tell her to go to hell, but he couldn't. All that he could do was to submit 
to this indignity and hope for the best. 

He dared not look up at her sneering smile as he used his tongue to 
tantalize her gaping trench. He licked heatedly, sponging down the entire 
triangle of her plump pussymound. The raspy edge of his tongue pulled across 
her tender cunt flesh, and he licked and sucked on her fleecy pubic hairs, 
trying to give her pleasure. 

"THAT'S IT, HONEY, SUCK IT GOOD," she murmured, swinging her pelvis back and 
forth in rhythm to the obscene mouth fucking. 

He worked his tongue in circles, then probed the narrow entrance between her 
dilated and fluttering cuntal lips. The twin coral-hued petals of flesh slid 
apart easily under the insistent pressure, and he could taste a thick, oily 
fluid dribbling and oozing down from the velvety walls of her pussy. 

He realized" that he was tasting Josh's male semen, but there was nothing he 
could do except endure this terrible humiliation. If he stopped now, Shirley 
would probably send him away and never sleep with him again. 

With trembling fingers he rubbed agains her puffy flaps, gripping them as 
gently as he could. When he had a good grip on them ... for they were now 
becoming more sticky as the obscene liquid gushed out ... he began to tease 
them apart. 

He kept his tongue in place as he peeled her cuntal lips wide, baring the 
flesh of her vulva and the inner set of drooping pink flaps which formed a 
little covering for her clitoris. The tiny little love-bud was still soft 
and unawakened, hooded with a fold of vaginal tissue. 

The instant his lips tickled the end of it, the flesh slid back and it came 
alive. His tongue curled around it and he felt her shudder in ecstasy. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she squealed, increasing the pressure of her pelvis against 
his face. "YOU'RE GOOD, DANNY, REALLY GOOD!" 

Moved by her words, Danny lashed out repeatedly, licking and slobbering over 
Shirley's tender and inflamed clitoris. More and more of the hated male sap 
drooled down the glistening folds of her wet cunt. The succulent inner flesh 
seemed to swell and expand, widening for the insertion of his tongue which 
would come soon. 

Again and again he lashed his tongue, pushing it down until it had slipped 
into her pussy, licking along the throbbing walls. The smooth fleshy cavern 
embraced the raspy spear, clenching and nipping, holding it there for the 
maximum pleasure it gave her. 

She was shrieking incoherently above him, her whole lower body twisting and 
writhing out of control, her lust at a fever pitch as the kneeling man 
licked and sucked and slobbered over every inch of the fiery flesh. 

"EAT ME! SUCK ME! OH, I'M GOING TO CUM ... I'M GOING TO CREAM!" 

Suddenly her cunt exploded in a volcanic spasm of pure animal joy. Her 
fingers dug into Danny's ears, holding him tightly up against the wildly 
twisting pussy flesh, demanding that he give her even more pleasure. 
Torrents of her steaming juices poured down around his tongue, forcing him 
to gulp down the fiery liquids even as more and more flooded down the 
fibrillating walls of, her velvety slit. 

When it was over, when she had milked out every last rapturous sensation, 
she pushed Danny away roughly, glaring down at him. 

"Now get your ass out of here," she ordered harshly. "And don't you come 
back until I give you permission!" 

Shocked, he continued to kneel there in front of her, his eyes searching her 
beautiful face for any sign of sympathy or understanding. There was none. 

"Shirely, don't do this to me!" he begged. "Let me stay the night at least?" 

She was tempted, looking down at the state of his agitated cock flesh under 
his tight trousers. But she had to teach him a lesson. It would be hard on 
both of them, she knew, but it would be better in the long run. Her plans 
didn't include having to nursemaid any jealous lovers. 

"No, leave right now," she demanded, smoothing her skirt down over her hips 
again. "You'd better get used to the fact that no one man is going to be 
able to satisfy me, Danny. I'll screw whoever I want, whenever I want! If 
you don't like it, well, you can pick up your stuff at the gym tomorrow and 
find someplace else to train!" 

Danny knew that any further arugment was futile. Blushing hotly under her 
withering stare, he climbed to his feet and wiped his come-smeared face on 
the sleeve of his shirt. 

Then, the taste of Josh Williams pungent male semen still on his lips, Danny 
Robinson left. 

Danny didn't bother her for the next few days. He seemed content to take out 
his hostility and aggressions on the gym equipment, pushing his body to the 
limit, torturing himself with exercise. 

But Shirley knew that something was happening within the gym. Everyone 
seemed to be looking at her differently. It was hard to put her finger on, 
but several times she looked up from her exercise to find one or more of the 
hard-muscled customers staring at her with obvious lust in their eyes. 

They're ail probably thinking the worst about Josh and I, she told herself, 
ignoring the disquieting atmosphere which had begun to build. LET 'EM TALK, 
she thought, already looking for another candidate to join her list of 
lovers. 

Josh was a model of discretion when there was anyone else around. When 
anyone asked about the after-hours private sessions with Shirley, he just 
grinned and tried to act as innocent as his memories of those lust-filled 
nights would allow. 

Tim Dornan and Al Frizzell went about their work as usual, covering for 
Shirley when she arrived late after a particularly exhausting night of 
sexual pleasure, never asking any questions or interfering in any way. Cindy 
Wellington, on the other hand, seemed to be friendlier than ever, something 
that Shirley had never encouraged in the lesbian instructor. She liked Cindy 
well enough, but not enough to want any kind of social relationship with the 
girl. 

Shirley was surprised to receive a telephone call from Cindy one Sunday 
morning about three weeks after her seduction of Josh Williams. Sunday was 
Shirley's only day off. Either Tim or Al Frizzell usually opened the gym 
from nine to noon that day for the benefit of the customers who wanted to 
work out every day. 

She was lying in bed in thinking about her date with Josh Williams that 
afternoon when the telephone call came. 

"Shirley, honey," Cindy's voice came through the receiver to the beautiful 
blonde, "there's something I'd like to talk to you about. Can I come over?" 

The last thing in the world Shirley wanted was to see Cindy Wellington, but 
there was an urgency in the other female's voice that she couldn't ignore. 

"Can't it wait until tomorrow, Cindy?" she asked plaintively. "I'm still in 
bed and the apartment is in a mess." 

"I don't think it SHOULD wait, honey," Cindy replied cryptically. "Just give 
me a half hour or so. I promise you, I won't hang around any longer than 
that." 

"Can't you tell me what it's about, at least?" Shirley asked. 

"I'd rather tell you in person," Cindy insisted. 

"Okay, come on over then," Shirley said with a sigh of resignation. 

She put the telephone down and slid her beautiful naked body out of bed. 
After a few minutes of furious exercise, she took a shower and dressed, then 
went into the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee. 

As she waited for her employee to arrive, Shirley wondered what could be so 
important as to require her attention on Sunday morning. She's probably 
going to hit me for a raise, Shirley thought glumly, remembering that she 
had promised Cindy to consider a raise when the female customers at the gym 
reached twenty in number. She tried to recall how many women used the gym. 
Shirley had never interested herself much in the women bodybuilders, 
preferring to work with the males. Now she couldn't think for the life of 
her how many females there were. 

Shirley was nervous when she arrived. She immediately accepted Shirley's 
offer of coffee, sitting down across the kitchen table from her employer. 

"What's up?" Shirley asked after a few moments of silence. 

"I don't know how to bring this up, honey," Cindy replied erosiveiy. "You 
know me, kid, I do my work and keep my nose out of everyone else's business. 
All I ask is that they do the same with me" 

"I know," Shirley said impatiently, wishing Cindy would get to the point. "I 
haven't any complaints about you." 

"Well, the thing is, honey, there's been some talk around the gym lately 
that I think you should know about. Not that I believe it for a minute, 
Shirley, but there's bound to be trouble unless you can stop it now." 

"I don't understand," Shirley lied, feeling her fingers begin to tremble 
slightly. "What kind of talk?" 

"Shit, I might as well come right out and say it, I guess," Cindy sighed 
unhappily. "Danny Robinson has been going around telling all the guys that 
you and Josh Williams do more than train at night. He claims you and Josh 
are having some kind of wild orgies after everybody goes home. But that's 
not all. Danny claims you're laying everybody in sight.. . that you even 
tried to hit on him!" 

"That bastard!" Shirley snarled, unable to control her outrage. "That no 
good mother fucker! He said that, did he?" 

Cindy nodded, noting the way Shirley's whole body was quivering with rage. 

"He also said that you're giving Josh some kind of special training for the 
regional Mr. California competition. Danny says you want to give Josh some 
kind of unfair advantage with the training because you've got the hots for 
him." 

Shirley could guess the rest. At least five of her customers were planning 
on entering that particular competition. If Danny had them convinced that 
she was doing something unethical to gain some advantage for Josh, it would 
be disasterous for business. It would be totally unethical for her to favor 
one customer over another in training. 

"But... but. Josh isn't even going to enter the damned thing!" she said 
hotly. 

"You know that, and Josh knows it, but everyone else thinks he is," Cindy 
said, pouring herself another cup of coffee. "Besides, you know how those 
horny bastards are. They're all pissed off because you wouldn't give them a 
tumble when they think you're putting out for Josh. Danny's got them 
convinced that you offered him the same kind of deal, but that he turned it 
down. He said you offered him all the ass he wanted and that same special 
training. All he had to do in return was sign over half his commerical 
rights if he won." 

"The lying son-of-a-bitch!" Shirley exploded. "It's a lie, every damned word 
of it! HI kill him ... I swear it!" 

"DID you ever let Danny fuck you?" Cindy asked slyly. 

For a split second Shirley was tempted to lie to the girl, to deny ever 
having slept with Danny Robinson. Instead, she nodded, telling Cindy 
everything ... how Danny had come upon her in the steamroom, how he had used 
his muscles to overpower and rape her ... even how much she had loved it 
when his huge cock had given her that blazing first orgasm. 

The lesbian listened quietly, clucking sympathetically, shaking her head at 
Danny's perfidy. When the whole sordid story was finished, she got up and 
came around the table, patting Shirley's shoulder in sympathy. 

"Men are first class bastards, honey, ALL of them," she said sadly. "I'm 
glad I turned out the way I did instead of having to depend on those creeps 
for my kicks." 

"What in the hell am I going to do?" Shirley moaned. "How am I ever going to 
convince everyone that Josh and I are only lovers, not trying to win that 
damned competition for him?" 

"I don't know," Cindy admitted, increasing the pressure of her warm fingers 
on Shirley's luscious body, her body tingling with pleasure at this 
unexpected but entirely welcome reward. "Get rid of Danny, I suppose. That 
might help. Still, the talk is that some of the guys are looking around for 
another gym. I'm surprised that Tim or Al hasn't said something to you about 
this." 

"You mean they've heard all this garbage, too?" 

"Yes, Tim punched out Artie Phillips last week when he made some crack about 
you. I'm telling you, honey, it's serious." 

The distraught blonde was aware of the sensuous fingers caressing her 
shoulders, but she didn't pull away. Everything seemed so hopeless that she 
couldn't afford to offend Cindy now. It was nice to have another woman to 
talk to, one who didn't look down on her because her passions had gotten out 
of control. 

"Honey, you're as tight as a drum," Cindy purred, working her strong fingers 
into the pliant flesh, massaging the tenseness there. "You want me to give 
you a rundown?" 

Shirley was tempted. The thought of stretching out on a nice soft bed and 
letting Cindy work out all the nervousness and hostility that had suddenly 
built in her willowy frame was an enticing one. She would have to do 
something about Danny Robinson and all his lies, try somehow to convince the 
other customers that she hadn't been ripping them off by giving any special 
training to Josh. Her mind reeled with confusion and despair. She knew just 
who to blame. Herself! She had brought on all this misery by letting her 
passions get the better of her. Her rule against getting involved sexually 
with customers had been a good one, yet she had willingly violated it with 
Danny and Josh, and it had brought her nothing but trouble. She wondered how 
she could face everyone at the gym again. 

"Come on, baby, let me help you," Cindy whispered, pulling Shirley tenderly 
up from the chair and guiding her toward the bedroom. "Don't think about 
anything now but relaxing. I'll give you a nice massage and then you'll be 
able to decide what's best for you. I'll help you, kid." 

The soft words were hypnotic. Shirley felt herself moving toward the 
bedroom, Cindy's strong but gentle hand on her waist. She couldn't think 
straight anymore. Everything was so horrible. All those lies about her. ALL 
those leering men who wanted nothing more than her succulent cunt. 

"Thanks for everything," she whispered to her new friend. "I'm glad you came 
and told me what was happening." 

"Us gals have to stick together, honey." Cindy replied in her soft voice, 
walking Shirley toward the bed. "Just lie down and let me undress you. 
There's nothing to be afraid of, baby. I won't hurt you." 

No, you won't hurt me, the young blonde thought as she felt her lush body 
coming down onto the softness of the mattress. She lay there, letting Cindy 
undo the buttons of her blouse, unresisting as the other woman's fingers 
fumbled with the snaps of her shirts. Through half-closed eyes she saw the 
scanty shorts being peeled down the length of her sleekly tapering legs, 
felt the silken touch of her panties following the shorts. 

"I could take away all your troubles, honey," Cindy whispered, bending over 
the naked blonde. "At least for a few hours anyway." 

"How?" Shirley moaned. 

"By making you feel better than you've ever felt in your life," Cindy 
replied softly, sitting down on the bed next to Shirley. "By showing you how 
beautiful it is to have another woman make love to you instead of some 
disgusting male cock! Let me, Shirley, let me show you!" 

Before the confused gym owner could reply, Cindy brought her face down onto 
Shirley's half-parted lips, sucking the other woman's warm tongue inside her 
mouth, drawing deeply on it, trapping it there. 

No! No! her mind screamed out as she tried to resist the passion that was 
building down between her naked loins. She stiffened, wanting to push Cindy 
away, telling herself that this was wrong, that Cindy was a pervert. It was 
all over when the wanton instructor slid one hand down low to the tautly 
clenched buttocks of her employer, working her fingers into the smooth 
crease between them. She shuddered, her senses reeling, the room seeming to 
swim as the waves of unbearable pleasure rolled through her. 

She could feel the tips of Cindy's hard little breasts hot and urgent 
against her own, and she let the other woman suck on her tongue as they 
rocked back and forth there on the bed. 

Finally, it was Cindy who broke the embrace, standing up and quickly 
stripping off her own clothing as Shirley looked on in confused passion. 

"What are you doing?" she cried out helplessly as Cindy's naked flesh came 
into view. She couldn't help the way her eyes were running up and down 
Cindy's body, taking in the broad, muscular shoulders, the trim breasts, the 
tiny waist, the flare of her hips and the sinewy thighs. How could she have 
ever thought Cindy unattractive? she wondered. Maybe the girl would never 
make it as a Playboy centerfold, but she had a body most men would give 
their eyeteeth to have. Cindy was stocky and short, but there wasn't an 
ounce of fat on her. Even her rather small breasts looked like the pectorals 
of a male body-builder, hard and taut. 

"Don't worry, honey," Cindy smiled seductively. "I'll stop any time you 
want. Just let me show you how great this can be." 

Shirley wanted desperately to resist the girl, wanted to protect her 
vulnerable flesh from Cindy's expert lovemaking. But she couldn't. The need 
to have the fire in her cunt quenched was too great. She lay back and let 
Cindy pull her long, beautiful legs apart. 

"Mmmmmmnnnnnn," she moaned, feeling Cindy's mouth nuzzling her belly, the 
hot tongue slashing at her quaking young flesh. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH .. . DON'T 
HURT ME, PLEASE." 

Cindy didn't answer. She eased her hands up behind the reclining female, 
drawing her closer. Shirley instinctively thrust her pelvis forward, opening 
herself to the lewdly searching tongue. She felt Cindy's breath blowing 
softly on the curls of her pubic mound, and then the darting wet spear of 
her tongue agains the dilated outer lips of her traitorously swelling cunt. 

Cindy licked it for a moment, barely penetrating the outer lips, in teasing 
anticipation of what was soon to come, before slowly raising her head and 
staring up at her new lover. 

"Like it so far, honey?" 

Shirley nodded, tossing her long blonde hair around on the soft pillow, 
feeling her body scream out for more of the ecstatic pleasure. 

Then Cindy's mouth was all over her, hot and seeking, while her fingers 
trailed over the vibrant milk white flesh of Shirley's beautiful body, 
seeking out the secret spots Shirley hadn't even known she possessed. 

Shirley found herself undulating and writhing to the love-making of the 
other woman as Cindy's firm breasts pressed themselves against her, while 
the unwavering lips traced their lewd course up and down her body. Cindy's 
fingers were up between Shirley's legs, tickling and rubbing and massaging, 
and then two fingers entered her softly protesting cunt and worked their way 
gradually up into the tender depths. 

"OOOOOHHHHHHHH . . . OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" the blonde moaned, humping her 
pelvic mound upwards and spreading her gently quivering legs wider for her 
excited partner. She wondered what unplumbed depths of sexual passion 
remained within herself. Suddenly she realized that what she had always 
heard was true: Another woman COULD be a much more skilled lover than a man 
in certain areas. Cindy seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her to 
bring out the most pleasurable response. 

She could feel the juices already running from her swollen, throbbing cunt 
as Cindy moved over her to kneel up between her long legs. She arched her 
back, offering up the aching mound of her pubis. 

"KISS MY PUSSY," she whispered hoarsely. "SUCK ME!" 

"YES ... YESSSSS ..." 

Then, as Cindy's skillful fingers opened her cuntal lips wide, the 
brown-tressed head dipped slowly, and Shirley felt the searing touch of the 
other girl's tongue on the desire-inflamed flesh of her cunt. 

It slashed the full length of her hotly pulsating pussy and turned the 
coral-hued folds to liquid fire. Like a humming bird's tongue, it flickered 
from side to side, up and down, over the rigid pleasure-bud of her clitoris, 
and then finally drove into her lustfully burning cunt. 

Shirley moaned as she felt the softly sucking lips close wetly over her 
yearning pussy flesh, cried out, and thrust her thighs up around Cindy's 
face. The tongue was moving lewdly over every inch of crotch, first the 
slick outer lips, then delving deeper, teasing, tasting, titillating, 
bringing Shirley closer to the verge of ecstasy by the moment. She found 
herself tossing madly on the bed, opening her steaming loins even wider, 
crying out, her hands clutching at Cindy's close-cropped hair, drawing the 
face closer, forcing it up against the tender, throbbing mound of her pussy. 

It was over much too soon. 

"I'M CUMMING... OH, I'M GUSHING?" 

Shirley screamed as she felt the fluid gush down her from pulsing cuntal 
lips and out over Cindy's heated tongue. Her body was on fire, and nothing 
could put it out but the rapacious mouth buried deeply up in her wildly 
thrashing thighs. 

Cindy continued her lew oral lovemaking eagerly, insatiably, bringing 
Shirley to peak after orgasmic peak of rapture. Finally they were both 
drained and limp. Cindy abandoned her feast and moved up on the bed and 
stretched out beside her employer, taking the other woman in her arms, 
kissing her hungrily on the lips. 

The satiated blonde could taste her own cum, thick and rich, on the other 
woman's lips. She licked at it wantonly, then plunged her own tongue deep 
between the passion-swollen lips. Cindy's body was slick with the 
perspiration she had worked up, and the air was pungent with the musky odors 
of their ripe female flesh. Shirley slid a hand between Cindy's thighs and 
felt the hot, slippery juice down there. She brought her fingers up to her 
lips and licked it away, savoring the strange but not unpleasant taste. 

"Feel better now, honey?" Cindy whispered, snuggling closer, pressing her 
warm breasts against Shirley's lush body. 

"It was great," Shirley sighed, loving the warm feeling that Cindy's body 
provided. "But, you've got to understand something, Cindy. As good as it 
made me feel, I'm not about to get into YOUR scene. I dig men too much for 
that." 

"Sure, honey, sure," Cindy murmured. wondering how long it would be before 
the stunning blonde came back for more of her expert tongue. ONCE THEY GET A 
TASTE OF IT THEY CAN'T EVER QUIT, she mused silently. OH, THEY MIGHT STILL 
WANT THEIR FUCKING, TOO, BUT THERE WAS NOTHING THAT A HARD MALE PRICK COULD 
DO THAT HER TONGUE COULDN'T! 

"I think you'd better leave now," Shirley said, forcing herself away from 
Cindy's body, sitting up in the bed. "I've got a million things to do. 
Somehow I've got to head off that bastard Danny before he ruins the gym for 
me." 

"What have you got in mind?" Cindy asked, reluctantly getting up and 
slipping into her clothing. She could see that her employer looked 
determined, and that her anger had started to return. 

"You'll see," Shirley laughed cryptically. 

It was just before noon when Shirley arrived at the gym. The parking lot was 
almost empty. Only Al Frizzell's old sedan and three other cars sat in front 
of the stucco building. 

She walked quickly into the gym, waving to Al, who stood near the far wall 
stuffing towels into a laundry basket. 

"Hi, Al," she called out to the man. "Where is everyone?" 

Al dropped the last of the dirty towels into the basket and came over to 
where his employer stood. "Only three guys showed up today," he replied. 
"They're all in the shower room cleaning up." He stared pointedly at the 
large clock on the wall. "It's almost closing time, Shirley." 

"Yes, I know," she said. "Look, you go ahead and leave. I've got a few 
things to do in the office, so I'll close up." 

Al looked reluctant to leave her there alone. 

"Maybe I'd better stay until the guys leave," he mumbled nervously. "It's no 
trouble, honest." 

"No, you go ahead and split," she said firmly. She looked over toward the 
locker room. "Who's in there?" 

"Oh, Whitey Johnson, Billy Grumbacher, and Art Smith," Al answered, still 
hesitant to leave. He shuffled his feet nervously. "I been wanting to talk 
to you about something, Shirley," he said, a pained expression on his face. 
"Some of the guys aren't too happy about you giving that special training to 
Josh Williams. They say ..." 

"I know all about that, Al," Shirley interrupted him angrily. "And I'll take 
care of everything. You just stay out of it. And tell Tim the same thing, 
will you?" 

Al looked enormously relieved. 

"Sure, Shirley," he said quickly, glad that he wasn't going to be dragged 
into the middle of the brewing fight. "Anything you say. I'll take off then 
if it's okay with you?" 

She waved him away, watching him slip into his jacket and go out the front 
door. 

CHIKENSHIT BASTARD! she thought angrily. Like Tim Dornan, Al Frizzell had 
worked for Shirley's father. At one time the forty-year-old man had had 
great potential as a champion weightlifter. But a bad marriage and a bout 
with alcohol had left him old and worn before his time. Now he was good for 
nothing but working around the gym for a small wage. She knew that Al would 
be of no help if it came to a confrontation with the male customers. 

As soon as he was gone she went over to the door and locked it, pulling the 
curtain across the window and blocking off the view from outside. Then, her 
lips set in a hard, determined line, she strode quickly over to the shower 
room and pushed open the door. 

The three bodybuilders who stood under the showers looked up in shock when 
they heard Shirley calling out to them. 

"Shirley!" Whitey Johnson cried out, his hand going rigid as it lathered the 
area around his groin. "What are YOU doing in here?" 

Billy Grumbacher and Art Smith looked equally stunned. Billy grabbed up a 
nearby towel and wrapped it around his dripping middle. Art only stood 
there, a lewd grin spreading across his handsome face. 

"I want to talk to you three," Shirley demanded sternly. "Finish your 
showers and come outside into the gym." 

Without waiting for an answer, she spun around and left the shower room, her 
pulses racing, her knees weak from the sight of the three beautiful male 
cocks. Her damp pussy was still quivering from the oral workout Cindy had 
given it, and that only whetted Shirley's appetite for something more 
substantial. The three men in the shower couldn't have been more perfect for 
what she had in mind. 

As she waited she stripped off her outer clothing, folding it neatly and 
placing it in a pile on the floor. In a moment she was down to her sheer 
white nylon panties. She could see her image reflected in the mirrors that 
lined the walls. Smiling, she began to swing her hips back and forth, 
snapping her fingers at the same time in rhythm to a disco tune she heard in 
her mind. 

Her voluptuous breasts bounced up and down sensuously, her long, 
beautifully-sculpted legs spread far apart as the door to the shower room 
suddenly opened and the three hard-muscled men stood watching her luscious 
young body sway erotically back and forth. They looked at one another, as if 
in disbelief. None of them had bothered to dress. The only thing that 
covered their middles were the towels that were starting to push out from 
the pressures of their hardening cocks. 

"What are you standing over there for?" Shirley called out to them, 
swiveiing her hips lewdly in open invitation to the three leering males. 
"Come on over here. And take those damned towels off. I want to see those 
gorgeous cocks of yours!" 

Whitey Johnson was the boldest of the three, a huge Adonis of a man with 
classic body and ruggedly handsome face. He dropped the towel from around 
his middle, winking at the other two men as he advanced on Shirley. His 
thick cock jerked out in front of him, throbbing and pulsating with life. 
The massive length was almost fully erect and he reached down as he walked 
and grasped it lewdly with one hand, stroking it unashamedly until it was as 
hard as steel. 

Pulling her eyes away from obscene spear, Shirley closed her eyes and 
listened to the pagan rhythm in her head, letting her body sway sensuously 
to the silent beat. She could feel the hesitation and uncertainty in the 
other two men who stared at her with lust-glazed eyes. Whitey was different, 
though. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and what HE wanted, as 
well. 

"You want some action, Shirley?" he asked in his sly voice, grabbing her 
soft warm flesh and pulling her close to his own bare, muscular body. His 
hands ran over her gently rounded, nylon-clad asscheeks with growing 
excitement. "I don't know what in the hell is going on, but I'm your man!" 

Shirley was overwhelmed by the pungent male odor of his naked body and the 
feel of his gigantic cock pressing against her hip. Her love-starved body 
grew more and more passionate as she writhed obscenely to the music in her 
head, nodding at the man. 

"I just thought it was time you and the rest learned that I'm not as cold as 
you thought," she chuckled lewdly, her magnificent breasts pushing against 
Whitey's pectoral muscles. 

Whitey suddenly growled and thrust his hand down the front of her tight 
elastic panties, and his outstretched middle finger found its way roughly to 
the already damp entrance of her wildly pulsing vaginal slit, heatedly moist 
and soft from the carnal sensuality of the dancing. With no warning, he 
shoved the finger harshly up into the creamy little orifice. 

The two other bodybuilders had moved closer now, watching in rapt 
fascination as Whitey unmercifully thrust his finger in and out of Shirley's 
cunt. They didn't know what to make of the obscene display. Each of them had 
tried to get Shirley into bed at one time or another, both had failed. Now 
she was acting like a bitch in heat, unable to control the passions that 
raged through her. 

Art Smith gasped to Billy Grumbacher, "What the fuck is happening?" 

"I don't know, man, but I'm going to get my share when Whitey's done with 
her," Billy growled, massaging the hardness of his swollen cock. 

Shirley didn't pull away as Whitey held her tightly around the waist and 
rammed his thick finger cruelly ail the way up into her wetly clasping 
cuntal passage. 

"MORE ... MORE!" she moaned, still twisting her hips provacatively. Her 
heart was pounding wildly as she let the warm, tingling sensations wash over 
her. This was madness, she knew, but it was the kind of sexual insanity she 
had dreamed of for so long. Now she had THREE magnificently-muscled he-men 
to satisfy her, not just one. She was determined that she was going to do 
everything it was possible for male and female flesh to accomplish with the 
hulking males. She was going to act out the maddening fantasies which had 
plagued her for so many months! 

With a little groan, looking out of the corner of her eyes to make sure that 
Art and Billy were watching, she reached down with trembling fingers and 
grasped Whitey's swollen cock. A thrill of forbidden pleasure ran through 
her as she quickly pulled back the satiny smooth foreskin and exposed the 
lust-charged, rubbery head. She moved her hands up and down the long, thick 
rod, exploring every inch of hot muscular flesh with rising excitement as 
the naked weightlifter pumped his excited hips back and forth obscenely. 

"THAT'S IT, BABY," he moaned, "GET ME GOOD AND HOT!" 

This was just like the bizarre dreams she used to have, of making love to 
one handsome and well-built muscle man while others stood by and waited for 
their turn. It was as if she had suddenly become a star in an incredibly 
erotic movie, and it excited her. She was consumed by a delicious feeling of 
hot animal sensuality that thrilled and overwhelmed her. 

Whitey felt like a rutting bull. He had wanted to fuck Shirley for months, 
fuck her like a lusty stallion mounting a helpless mare. He moved slightly 
away, pulling his finger out of her juicy cunt and staring at her hotly. 

Shirley looked past him to the two men who were staring at her with 
lust-contorted faces, smiling lewdly at them. 

"He's first," she called out, pointing to Whitey. "Then I'll take on the two 
of you at once!" 

Their excited cries were music to her ears as she reached down and slid her 
bikini panties over the smooth flesh of her long and tapered legs. Whitey 
seemed to be beside himself with sexual delirium. He pumped his lust-bloated 
cock faster and faster, aching to piung it into the creamy wet slit between 
Shirley's lithe thighs. 

"I want it from the back," she suddenly ordered, dropping down onto all 
fours, wanting the pleasure of seeing the lust spreading across the other 
two men's faces as they watched her being screwed from behind. 

Whitey dropped down behind her, grabbing his hotly stiffened prick and 
placing it at the entrance to her warmly pulsing cunt. 

"NOW!" she groaned. "FUCK ME NOWWWWWWWWW!" 

Before the words were out of her mouth, Whitey shoved his long, heatedly 
throbbing cock into her tight cuntal entrance with a savage force that drove 
her forward. Her movement was stopped only by the powerful hands that 
suddenly grabbed her resilient asscheeks. 

"OOOOOHHHHHHHH!" she screamed out as the enormous rod tore mercilessly along 
the wetly quivering walls of her overheated pussy. She jerked backwards, 
overcome with a wave of rapture, wanting him to bury the massive hardness 
far up into the depths of her belly. Tears of delight filled her eyes as 
they both began to move back and forth, and she felt his huge testicles 
slapping luridly on the backs of her thighs. 

It drove the young bodybuilder nearly wild to have this succulent woman down 
on her hands and knees before him, offering her succulent pussy to him after 
so many months of refusing his sexual entreaties. He hammered into the 
upturned slit, moving faster and faster, fucking her harder and harder, a 
smug, self-satisfied smile of triumph on his face as he looked over at his 
friends and winked. 

"HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!" Shirley cried out in the throes of desperate 
passion, feeling him plunge into her with increasingly brutal intensity. She 
felt bruised and battered as his hard-muscled frame pressed into her from 
behind. Her head swam with the overwhelming heat and excitement of the 
obscene show she was giving the other two men. Waves of ecstasy raced 
through her shuddering body as she watched Art and Billy salaciously 
massaging their own swollen pricks. The sensations of lust in her hopelessly 
stretched cunt were burning with a white heat. In all of her life she had 
never known anything so beautiful! 

Her tight cunt was opening like a wet flower before his savage assault, 
becoming hot and vibrant. Her nakedly writhing body seemed to glow and 
tingle. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH! OOOQOOHHHHHH!" she moaned as a delightful rush of 
warmly erotic pleasure rippled through her entire body. Her stretched cuntal 
walls began to nibble hungrily at Whitey's plunging cock. 

"FUCK ME! MAKE ME BEG YOU FOR IT!" she screamed, bucking back against the 
hardness that was ravaging her. 

She was lost in a torrent of unbridled passion, bucking and thrashing as if 
possessed by some insane sexual power that she couldn't control. 

Whitey gripped her tightly about the hips, his powerful fingers digging into 
her tender flesh as he slammed his long, hard cock into her enthusiastically 
squirming cunt. Their movements seemed to be completely synchronized now, 
two obscenely grunting animals fucking with an excited lust that knew no 
limits. 

The shamelessly aroused woman was conscious of nothing except the unbearable 
ecstasy that inundated her like a tidal wave. She was a raging animal, 
beyond all reason, beyond all morality. 

Behind her, his body straining with pleasure, Whitey fucked her hotly, 
moving his hard spear in and out like a piston, each time plunging deeper 
and deeper until he thought he would ram right up into her womb. He could 
feel his sperm-laden balls swelling and throbbing as they slapped obscenely 
against her wet crack, bloated with scalding juice as the final moment of 
climax neared. 

"OH, I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUMMING!" he wailed, his voice like a roaring 
train. 

Shirley was wracked with dynamic waves of pleasure. Every inch of her naked 
flesh tingled with a wild, erotic delight, her warm wet cuntal walls 
beginning to shudder and undulate with even more extraordinary force as her 
own moment of release came nearer and nearer with dazzling intensity. It 
seemed as if her entire body were melting under his powerful strokes, and 
she groaned in mounting excitement. 

"HARDER, YOU SWEET BASTARD YOU!" she shrieked, her long blonde hair flailing 
around her face, her hips pumping back forcefully to receive his maddened 
prick. 

Suddenly Whitey was rocked from head to foot as his hot sperm rushed 
headlong through the entire length of his cock, spurting out in rapid globs 
like bullets from a machine gun into her wildly thrashing cunt. 

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" he yelled, his white-hot seed shooting into and filling the 
young gym owner's powerfully milking pussy with his heated juices. 

Shirley, too, was gushing her own orgasmic liquids in electrifying, seething 
release. She was floating on an ocean of ecstasy, with sparkling ripples of 
excited sexual bliss pervading every part of her lovely body. She thought 
for a moment that she would certainly faint from the force of her pleasure. 

Whitey heaved and groaned, emptying himself into her as an enormous stream 
of come burst out of his convulsing prick. It seemed to go on forever, and 
he laughed triumphantly as he looked over at the other two men, finally 
draining himself of his boiling juices. 

His own passions had begun to diminish, but Shirley's were at a fever pitch. 
She felt Whitey pulling his deflating cock out of her pussy. Growling with 
lustful impatience, she pulled herself away from him, scrambling forward on 
the training mat to come to a stop in front of Art and Billy, looking up at 
the two muscular men with a burning lust in her anguished eyes. 

"Get down here, you stupid bastard," she demanded of Billy, grabbing his 
ankle and pulling him down onto the floor beside her, shoving him over onto 
his back. 

His cock was huge and hard, jerking up against his belly. Shirley grabbed 
the gigantic pole and began pumping wildly back and forth as she straddled 
him, kneeling so that her loins were spread wide over his throbbing male 
hardness. 

In a moment she was sliding down onto the heated cock, moaning as it dug up 
into her. Billy shoved his pelvis up at the same time, shoving his massive 
cock up to the hilt, peeling back the fluttering, cum-smeared pussy lips, 
impaling her to the hilt with the first thrust. He moved up and down a few 
times as she ground her damply tingling cunt down around his manhood. 

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD AND FAST!" she ordered, manipulating her body up and 
down on his wonderful prick, feeling the unbearable sensations of lust 
building in her cunt again. 

She rocked back and forth on the rock-hard shaft of his prick, trying to 
savor every inch of the stiff flesh prodding up inside her belly. She looked 
up at Art Smith, motioning for the startled, lust-inflamed man to kneel down 
in front of her. 

He moved with amazing speed for such a huge and muscular man. In a moment 
she had wrapped her arms around him and was thrusting her tongue into his 
mouth, sucking wantonly at the new intrusion. 

When she pulled her face away, her eyes were glazed with a demented 
excitement. Pressing her cunt back, she knelt down, pressing her cunt more 
firmly around Billy's savagely fucking prick, lowering her head until it was 
hovering just in front of Art's beautiful prick. 

Her mouth flew open, forming a soft 'O' as she reached for the lust-swollen 
rod, guilding it to her mouth and sucking it greedily in, licking and 
sucking with swift, sure strokes of her tongue. It moved up and down the 
shaft, sucking noisily at the head, then down along the sensitive underside. 

"OH, MAN, OH, WOW!" Art groaned, swinging his pelvis back and forth 
excitedly, letting his powerful hands rest easily on Shirley's naked 
shoulders. 

He couid feel the pressure growing between his legs as he rocked back and 
forth and drove his prick into the warm oral cavern. His eyes were staring 
hypnotically at the sight of the massive shaft encased by the scarlet lips. 

The man underneath her squirming, writhing body was about to climax, the 
pressure of her heated body building to the breaking point as she tried to 
dig deeper and deeper onto his driving flesh, Shirley was in a world of her 
own, her cunt and her mouth stuffed with the cocks of the beautiful 
bodybuilders as she had so often fantasized. Her body was on fire, the two 
male cocks driving her wild with wanton sensations as they fucked into her 
mouth and pussy. 

She sucked like a madwoman on the cock that was in her mouth, milking it, 
sweeping her tongue along the shaft and then driving the raspy spear into 
the dilated tip in the rubbery knob-end. 

Suddenly Art's cock began to jerk out his climax, shooting his scalding 
sperm deep into the back of her throat, flooding it with the delicious 
juices. 

Shirley's cunt seemed to go wild at this new and rapturous excitement. Her 
insides began to jerk and twist with the spasms of her own impending orgasm. 
The walls of her cunt were on fire, twitching salaciously with the terrible 
pains of passion while her lips sucked in wild abandon at the man spurting 
his hot seed deep into her mouth, flooding her throat while she swallowed as 
quickly as she could to receive the next glob of sticky white juice. 

The sex-crazed young blonde and the grunting man beneath her came at the 
same time. Shirley was almost lifted off the floor as he wailed and drove 
his prick so far up into her twitching cunt that for a moment she thought he 
had broken through the walls of her pussy and into her womb. She sucked in 
the swollen cock, milking it, holding it inside her as her steaming cunt 
gushed out its own hot liquids to mingle with Billy's white-hot juices. 

She was bucking and twisting, sucking wildly on Art's cock, tightly 
clenching her pussy-muscles around Billy's at the same time, mewling and 
groaning and almost out of her mind with the insane joy of total 
gratification. 

When Art's prick slipped obscenely from her mouth, leaving little strings of 
sperm on her lips, her voice became even more irrational. 

"OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GODDDDDDDDD!" she chanted hysterically, licking hungrily 
at the remains of the man's warm semen on her lips, her breathing come in 
wild gasps as Billy's crushing thrusts into her madly spasming cunt slowed 
and then ceased altogether. 

"NO! DON'T STOP, YOU BASTARD!" she protested hotly. "KEEP FUCKING!" 

But it was too late. 

Billy tried to press his deflating cock more tightly up against the wetly 
grinding cunt, but it was too limp to do her any further good for the 
moment. 

Sobbing hysterically, Shirley rolled off his gasping body and looked over at 
Whitey Johnson, praying that her eyes would find that man's prick stiff and 
ready for action again. 

Instead, it was only half-hard. 

Groaning in frustration, she plunged her own fingers deep up inside her 
gaping cunt, forcing one last spasm of rapturous pleasure from the 
twitching, tingling slit. 

Then she sighed deeply, her naked body shuddering as her fingers came away 
from her satiated cunt and she lay there exhausted but happy. 

 Chapter Five 

After she had rested for a few moments, Shirley pulled herself into a 
sitting position and stared at the three men. Now that their passions were 
temporarily abated, they looked as confused as ever about the luridly 
exciting thing that had just happened. 

"I suppose you guys are wondering why things have suddenly changed so much 
around here?" she giggled, brushing her slender fingers down over her lithe 
thighs and long legs sensuously. 

"Who cares?" Whitey laughed, winking at the other two men. "Just so long as 
you don't freeze up on us again, right, guys?" 

Art and Billy nodded enthusiastically, still confused, but willing to take 
advantage of the new situation Shirley had created between herself and her 
customers. 

"I know all about that shit that Danny 

Robinson has been laying on your guys," Shirley continued, wanting to get 
everything out in the open. "About the special training for the Mr. 
California competition that I'm supposed to be giving Josh Williams. Well, 
that's what it is, SHIT! There hasn't been any special training, and Josh 
isn't going to enter the damned competition! Danny's been lying to you." 

"Why would he do that?" Billy asked. 

"Because he's jealous of Josh," Shirley explained patiently. "Danny and I 
made it a few times before Josh and I got, uh, FRIENDLY. He figured he could 
get back at me by stirring things up with all those lies. Look, I understand 
that several of the guys are talking about leaving the gym and finding 
someplace else to train. What about it, is it true?" 

Whitey and Billy looked a little shamefaced, averting Shirley's eyes, but 
Art answered the question for her without hesitation. 

"It's true all right," the massively-shouldered man nodded. "We figured, 
what the hell, you're not supposed to be playing favorites here at the gym. 
Why should Josh get any more attention than the rest of us? I'm not talking 
about the sex part, Shirley. I'm talking about the training. We'd all like 
to win that Mr. California thing." 

"Damn it, I EXPLAINED that! There ISN'T any special training, unless you 
call me wearing Josh out every night fucking him TRAINING." 

"You mean it was all a pack of lies, Shirley?" Billy asked incredulously. 
"Danny said you were going to take half of everything Josh made if he won 
the competition and then turned pro." 

Despite her rising frustration at her inability to make the three men 
understand what she was saying, Shirley went back over the whole thing, 
speaking firmly, refuting Danny's allegations point by point. When she was 
finished, she looked at them. 

"Any more questions?" 

They shook their heads, each of them ashamed that they had been so easily 
taken in by Danny Robinson's lies. 

"I'll kill the dirty prick!" Whitely grumbled angrily. 

"Yeh, Shirley, let us take care of him," Art added, his blood pressure 
rising as his outrage increased. 

"No, I'll do it myself," Shirley said sternly. "I don't want you guys to do 
anything except convince the rest of the boys that Danny didn't know what he 
was talking about. Okay?" 

"How are YOU going to handle things, Shirley?" Billy asked slyly. 

"Don't worry about that, darling," Shirley laughed sarcastically. "I have my 
ways. Can I depend on you three to keep things cool in the gym until I get 
everything straightened out?" 

The three men chorused their assent. 

"Was today just a one time thing, Shirley?" Whitey asked lasciviously, 
moving a little closer to the naked blonde, running his desire-filled eyes 
up and down over her luscious flesh. 

Shirley laughed, reacing out to touch the hot, hardening flesh at his groin, 
running her finger-tips lovingly up and down the blue-veined shaft and 
making him shudder with erotic delight. 

Her cunt was already starting to ache deliciously as her eyes swept over the 
three beautiful male cocks in front of her. She felt the warm pussy lips 
dilate and puff out in obscene anticipation of having one of the bloated 
rods pumping up inside her belly again. 

"What do you think?" she asked in a lust-charged whisper, bending her head 
and planting a heated kiss along the throbbing prick. 

When she slowly and tantalizingly opened her mouth and slid the warm wet 
cavern over the head of Whitey's pulsating cock, she left no doubt in 
anyone's mind that the afternoon was just beginning, that the wild orgy of a 
few minutes before had been only a prelude to the main event to come. 

Shirley called Cindy Wellington into her office the next morning. Normally 
the women's exercise and body-building classes didn't begin until eleven or 
so, and Cindy usually spent the morning working out herself. 

"Tim said you wanted to see me, honey," the well built lesbian said, sitting 
down across the desk from her employer and smiling. There was nothing in her 
manner to suggest that only twenty-four hours before she had been licking 
and sucking the beautiful blonde's steaming cunt. 

"I need some help and advice," Shirley began, shuffling the papers on her 
desk nervously. 

"You got it," Cindy nodded. "What can I do for you?" 

"Well, I'm ashamed to say that I've never really gotten to know most of the 
gals who train with us. I've left them pretty much to you, Cindy. Oh, I know 
their names and faces, of course, but, uh ..." 

She hesitated, not knowing exactly how to phrase the words. 

Cindy waited expectantly. 

" .. .Well, what I mean is, are- any of them playing around sexually with 
the male customers?" 

"Not since that episode when you saw Mavis Copeland sucking Jim Bailey's 
cock that night in the steamroom," Cindy laughed cynically. "Oh, I know, you 
didn't tell either of them why you barred them from the gym the next day, 
but word gets around, honey. If any of them are fucking around it's outside 
the gym, not around here." 

"Would any of them LIKE to, do you think?" 

Cindy shrugged. 

"Listen, kid, these broads are no different than anyone else. They come here 
to see the beautiful male bodies. You should hear some of the talk that goes 
on in the gal's locker room. I swear, it would embarrass a sailor! Who looks 
like they've got the biggest prick ... whose cock they'd like to suck... 
which dude they think could give them the best ass-fucking! Shirley, 
sometimes I think they're all a bunch of damned nymphomaniacs!" 

"Do you think you could pick out four or five that we could trust to be 
discreet if I gave them an opportunity for a little action with one of our 
muscle men?" 

If Cindy was shocked by the question she didn't react. 

"Sure I could," she laughed again, snapping her strong fingers. "That fast! 
What have you got in mind?" 

"Okay, I'll lay it out for you," Shirley replied slyly. "I want to fix Danny 
Robinson's ass for him. To really humiliate the mother fucker for what he 
did to me. The bastard thinks he's the world's most talented cocksman. He 
boasted to me one night that he could screw a dozen broads one after the 
other and still have plenty of energy for more. I'd like to embarrass and 
humiliate him into giving us a little demonstration of his prowess. If I 
read him right, he'd be too ashamed ever to show his face around here 
again." 

Why don't you just run him off?" Cindy asked, hardly able to contain her 
lewd excitement. 

"No, that would be too easy. I want his goddamned swollen ego completely 
crushed. And I want to do it in a way he'll never forget." She paused, a 
lascivious smile of amusement flickering across her ripe lips. "Besides, I 
think it would be fun to watch him and the gals in action. I've always had 
this great fantasy about all that hot, hard flesh fucking and sucking. Not 
just any men and women, you understand, but male and female bodybuilders. 
What a trip! My cunt's getting juicy just thinking about it." 

"Are you planning on inviting anyone else to your little orgy?" Cindy asked 
cautiously, squirming around in her chair at the erotic thought of what 
Shirley was suggesting. 

"Oh, just a few close friends," the young blonde chuckled salaciously. "I 
mean, it wouldn't be fair to get those gals all worked up and then not 
provide them any cock, would it? Everyone would have to be chosen carefully, 
of course. There'd be Josh, Whitey, Billy Grumbacher, Art Smith ..." she 
paused, winking at Cindy. "And YOU and your gals, naturally." 

"You wouldn't get uptight if some of the girls and I made it, would you?" 

"Not if the ladies don't," Shirley giggled. 

"Then count me in," Cindy said excitedly. "I'll hustle you up some of the 
primest cunt we've got in the herd, partner!" 

"I thought you would," Shirley said with a smile, her body tingling with 
obscene delight. "Now, listen, here's what I had in mind ..." 

"Gee, Shirley, I don't like it," Josh complained later that day. The young 
bodybuilder and the gym owner were lying naked on her bed, their bodies 
glistening with perspiration after a furious hour of fucking and sucking one 
another. 

Shirley had just outlined her plans for Danny Robinson. Instead of being 
excited, as she had expected. Josh just looked unhappy. 

"Why, for God's sake?" she asked, rolling over and resting her body on one 
elbow as she stared down at Josh's well-developed chest. "I would have 
thought you'd be happy to get back at him for telling ail those lies about 
you and I." 

"Oh, it's not that," Josh sighed. "I'd like to break his damned arms and 
legs for him. It's just... just..." 

"Just WHAT?" 

"Well, I don't know about getting involved in an orgy, Shirley! I mean, it's 
different when just the two of us make it. Screwing in front of a bunch of 
strangers sounds like a real bummer." 

"But, they're not strangers. Josh," she reasoned. "You already know everyone 
who'll be there. Besides, think how exciting and erotic it'll be to sit 
around and watch a dozen naked people going at it... some of them going down 
on each other, others screwing or ass fucking! It'll be better than watching 
those porn movies you love so much." 

The youth regretted ever admitting to Shirley that he haunted the porn 
movies theatres around San Diego before he'd started sleeping with her. 

"I don't even know if I could get a hard-on with a bunch of people watching 
me," he mumbled. "Once when I was in Vietnam a bunch of the guys talked me 
into going to a whorehouse with them. Everything was going okay until this 
gook whore and I were in her room. She was starting to go down on me, you 
know, kissing me all over my prick. Then my buddies busted into the room 
with their whores to watch me lose my cherry. Shit, my prick got soft and I 
couldn't get it up again. All the whores started laughing and had a contest 
to try and suck me hard, but it was no use." 

He looked so desperately unhappy at the memories that Shirley couldn't help 
reaching over and encircling his limp prick with her fingers and caressing 
the shaft. 

"That was a long time ago, honey," she whispered soothingly. "Before you 
found out all the beautiful things you could do with this lovely hunk of 
meat. Don't worry. Josh, it'll be so exciting that you won't have any 
trouble getting a hard-on, or keeping one." 

"I don't know," he repeated, still not convinced. 

The lovely blonde knew she had to do something to restore Josh's confidence 
in his virility. Slipping off the bed, she knelt on the floor by the side, 
pulling his long, athletic legs around so that he was sitting on the edge. 

Reaching out, she cupped his swollen balls in her hands, hefting them gently 
and squeezing them very lightly. She heard him moan when she shifted her 
hand to his hardening cock, measuring it, stroking slowly, drawing the 
glistening foreskin back from the bulbous head. Leaning closer, she 
inspected the massively swelling rod of male meat, fascinated by the thought 
that it had been pounding up inside her juicy cunt only a few minutes 
before. 

Then her tongue slithered out between her sensually parted lips and began to 
lick softly around the throbbing glans as it swelled with heated new blood. 
She kissed lingeringly along the blue-veined underside and licked down and 
around his hairy balls before nibbling her way back up to the hotly pounding 
tip. She held the gigantic staff in delicate fingers, trying to make him 
understand what a treasure the huge prick really was, rubbing it back and 
forth over her full, sensuous lips for a long time before opening her mouth 
'wide and drawing it, with a warm sucking motion, deep into the hot cavern 
where her tongue waited. 

"OOOHHH!" he murmured, shifting his weight on the bed so that he could 
extend his legs out on either side of her kneeling body. "THAT FEELS SO 
DAMNED GOOD, HONEY, .. .SO FUCKING GOOD." 

She pulled her mouth away for a moment, looking up at him with an excited 
expression on her lust-contorted face. 

"I'll make all the women suck your prick for you. Josh," she whispered 
lewdly. "Don't worry, baby, it'll be a ball!" 

Before he could answer, she covered his prick with her mouth again, 
flattening her tongue and lifting his thickly distended shaft up and back 
with it until it touched the innermost recesses of her softly yielding 
throat. 

Then she began to suck him, strongly, steadily, with a rhythmic, lazy motion 
of her head as her mouth slid obscenely up and down the rigid pole of male 
meat. Each time she absorbed more of his hardness. His hands found their way 
into the dark blonde triangle of her hair and she felt him fucking deeply 
into her mouth. She suddenly pulled away, not letting his prick escape her 
devouring lips, letting him know that she would set the erotic pace. 

Wanting to please him, she sucked him as she had never sucked him before, 
teasing his lust-inflamed prick with her tongue and lips, letting it slide 
deep into her throat one minute, then backing off until only the hard, 
rubbery tip remained between her glistening lips and lashing at it with her 
tongue. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, going all the way down on him again 
until everything but his swollen balls were in his mouth. Her knees were 
becoming sore from the floor, but she ignored the discomfort and 
concentrated on driving him wild without letting him come. Deep in her 
nakedly quivering belly she could feel herself reaching the pinnacle of her 
own pleasure, feel the cuntai muscles opening and contracting and racing 
toward ecstasy for her. 

Suddenly she was cumming! Without even touching her pussy she was climaxing! 

When she felt the orgasmic cuntal moisture warmly spilling down from her 
cunt and tricling out onto her creamy thighs, Shirley let herself go and 
began to suck the bodybuilder's cock furiously. He didn't last long. In 
moments he was jetting hot semen deep into the willing receptacle of her 
mouth and she was gulping it down, tonguing him widly as she sucked him dry. 

She drew on the bursting rod until there was no more of the delicious juice. 
Then, kissing the softening rod a final time, she let it slip from her mouth 
and leaned her feverish head against his groin. 

"Will you do it for me. Josh?" she whispered into his scalding flesh. "Will 
you?" 

She already knew what the answer would be before he opened his mouth. 

The rest of the week sped by quickly, with Shirley working out for several 
hours each day in a futile attempt to exhaust the nervous sexual energy that 
was building in her. Several times she scheduled impromptu weight lifting 
competitions between herself and several of the less advanced men at the 
gym, easily beating them, pressing as much as two hundred pounds of iron 
effortlessly. 

She ignored Danny, speaking to him only when necessary, only he was 
constantly after her to let him come up to the apartment again. She only 
smiled cryptically and told him to keep the weekend open for her, but that 
she was busy until then. 

Whitey and the two other bodybuilders seemed to be doing a good job in 
discrediting Danny's stories about she and Josh. Everyone seemed looser and 
more friendly now. Even Josh seemed more self-assured as the moment of truth 
drew near for him. Shirley reinforced his weak ego and self-doubts as much 
as she could, spending every night with him in her bed, telling him over and 
over again how strong and handsome and virile he was, how easily he would be 
able to join in the orgy. 

Friday afternoon, Cindy came into Shirley's office with a tall, willowy 
brunette named Debbi Oakwood. Debbi was in her late twenties, a divorcee 
with too much alimony money and too few morals. She was attractive in a 
showy sort of way, with large breasts and incredibly long legs. 

Cindy closed the door behind them and smiled at Shirley. 

"Shirley, you know Debbi here. I've been teelling her about the little party 
you've got planned for Sunday afternoon. She asked if she could be included 
in the guest list." 

"Sit down, Debbi," Shirley asked the tall, brown-haired woman, pointing to 
the chair in front of her desk. Cindy sprawled her short body on the nearby 
couch. "How much did Cindy tell you?" 

"Well, she said that bastard Danny Robinson has been bragging how great he 
is in bed," Debbi grinned lewdly. "And that you're trying to get a few of 
the girls together to make him put up or shut up, right?" 

Shirley knew from the way the girl spat out the name Danny that there was 
more here than met the eye. 

"I take it you know our guest of honor, then?" 

"Yeh, I know him alright," Debbi winced. "About a month ago he asked me out 
for a drink after the gym closed. I figured, what the hell, he was just 
looking for a piece of strange pussy. Well, I was kind of horny myself that 
day, and he is a groovy hunk of muscle, right? We went up to my place right 
away, because I was in no mood to fool around playing grab-ass in some bar. 
I wanted action right now!" 

"What happened?" 

Debbi blushed as she remembered that evening. 

"I've been around, right?" she asked bitterly. "I mean, I'm no goddamned 
schoolgirl. I've had twenty or thirty dudes in for the night. First off he 
said that he was too tired to fuck, but that he wouldn't mind me going down 
on him! Well, you know, I figured maybe I could inspire him if I sucked his 
cock. Oh, I inspired him all right. Afterwards, when I'd given him the best 
damned blow job in San Diego, he said he had to get up and get a drink. I 
waited for him to come back to bed. Fifteen minutes later I went to look for 
him. I didn't find good old Danny, but I did find two hundred bucks missing 
from my purse!" 

"Why didn't you call the police?" Shirley asked incredulously. 

"Oh, yeh, that would have been great," Debbi scowled. "You think those 
creeps care about people like me getting ripped-off "by a pick-up? I 
cornered Danny the next day and demanded my money back. You know what he 
said?" 

"What?" 

"Danny told me to fuck off .. . that if I tried to make any trouble for him 
he'd tell everyone I'd given him a dose of clap! What a first class prick!" 

Shirley could hardly believe her ears. Danny was even more rotten than she'd 
suspected. It was going to be a real pleasure to show the bastard up for 
what he was. 

"You're welcome on Sunday," she said to Debbi, getting up and escorting the 
still-shaken woman to the door. "Cindy will give you the details before you 
leave today, okay?" 

"You won't be sorry, Shirley," Debbi said gratefully. "I can hardly wait to 
get my hands on him." 

When Debbi was gone, Shirley turned her attention to Cindy. The woman was 
standing by the window, looking out on the gym. 

"Did you find anyone else, Cindy?" Shirley asked. 

"Yeah, two more," the short female replied, pointing to two young woman who 
were standing by the water cooler outside. "Those two over there ... Barbara 
Jenkins and Eve Caldwell." 

Shirley inspected the two women that Cindy pointed out to her. She knew them 
both slightly J Eve, the older of them, was in her middle thirties, a 
redhead with a dazzling figure and pretty features. The other one, Barbara 
Jenkins, was a fresh-faced young blonde about twenty. Although she looked 
innocent and naive, Shirley had more than once heard the pretty girl curse 
like a longshoreman. 

"Can we trust them?" she asked, turning back to Cindy. 

"You can trust ME, and I say they're okay," Cindy grinned. Both of them are 
hung up on muscle men, that's the only reason they come here. And from what 
I can gather in talking to them, they're both near-nymphomaniacs. They can't 
wait to get a little action." 

"That's great," Shirley sighed in relief, going back to her desk and sitting 
down. "Tell everyone to be here at two o'clock Sunday afternoon. They're to 
use the back door and park on the street, understood? Danny and I will be 
here before you and the men arrive, so just come in and act as if it was a 
normal Sunday afternoon, right?" 

"You got it, kid," Cindy laughed, going toward the door. "We'll be here with 
bells on!" 

"Just be here," Shirley called out to the retreating back. "Bells or not!" 

Shirley waited until she saw Danny alone in the corner of the gym working 
out on the pec-dec machine, doing upper back squeezes. She went out of the 
office and moved through the mass of hard male flesh grunting and groaning 
over their training exercises. 

When he saw Shirley coming, Danny pulled away from the Nautilus machine and 
smiled at her. "Hi, baby," he called out, wiping the perspiration from his 
tremendous upper body. "Do you think my back is coming along okay?" 

He flexed his muscles, swinging around, posing for a moment. Shirley nodded, 
taking in the broad sweep of magnificent flesh. 

"Not bad, Danny, but you could use a little more work on your density. And 
your posing is a little passe, if you understand what I mean." 

The handsome man looked crushed, staring at himself in the mirror, doing a 
back pose for himself. Scowling, he turned to face Shirley again. 

"What's up?" 

"Oh, I thought we might talk about the weekend," she said slowly, thrusting 
her voluptuous breasts out slightly. "You want to meet me here Sunday 
afternoon about one o'clock?" 

"Here?" he asked. "Why don't we meet at your place? It's a hell of a lot 
more comfortable there." 

"No, the gym will be just fine," she insisted firmly. "You know how this 
place turns me on sexually." 

"Yeah, that's right," he chuckled cruelly. "If it hadn't of been for you 
getting so horny that night in the steamroom and playing with your cunt, I 
wouldn't have found out what a sexy broad you are." 

She ignored the mocking tone of voice and the way his eyes were hungrily 
devouring her body. LET HIM GET HIS KICKS, she thought. HE'LL BE SINGING A 
DIFFERENT TUNE WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH HIM! 

"Sunday then," she reminded him, turning and moving away. "One o'clock, 
Danny. Don't disappoint me!" 

Whitey Johnson was pressing weights at the other side of the gym. He put 
down the barbells when Shirley came over, sweat pouring off his face and 
body. 

"Everything's set for Sunday at two o'clock," she told him in a low voice, 
winking. "Cindy will meet you out back and let you in." She paused, looking 
around to make sure she couldn't be overheard. "Now, listen, Whitey, I don't 
want any rough stuff here Sunday. If Danny gets out of hand and gives anyone 
a hard time, you guys are to throw him out on his ass, but don't hurt him!" 

"Sure, baby, I dig," Whitey grinned. "Which broads are coming? Do you know 
yet?" 

"You'll find that out Sunday," she whispered. "But, I guarantee you, you 
won't be disappointed." 

"I've never been disappointed with a "cunt in my life, Shirley," he laughed, 
picking up the barbel! and pressing it high over his head. 

"I'll just bet you haven't," she answered sarcastically. 

Only Josh remained to be told the details of the impending orgy and put-down 
of Danny Robinson. Shirley found him by the water cooler, talking to Tim 
Dornan. 

Tim nodded and moved away when he saw Shirley coming. 

"Whaf s the matter with him?" Shirley asked, a puzzled frown on her 
beautiful face. 

"He's been pumping me," Josh said nervously. "He figures there's something 
going on that he should know about. Shirley, is he going to make trouble for 
us?" 

"Don't worry about Tim," she assured him, making arrangements to meet him at 
her apartment that night after the gym closed. 

Tim was waiting for her when she went back into her office. 

"Did you want to see me?" she asked coldly, sitting down behind her desk, 
leaving Tim to shuffle nervously in front of her. 

"Look, honey," he began, his eyes shifting around the office as if he 
couldn't bring himself to face the lovely woman. "I go back a long time with 
this gym. I was working here when you were still a skinny kid." 

"Get to the point." 

"Well, I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's an atmosphere around 
this place that I don't like. It's got something to do with you and Josh and 
that stupid creep Danny Robinson. We used to be one big happy family until 
you started working out at night with Josh Williams. Now people are saying 
all sorts of crazy things... things that I can't even repeat to you. And the 
training schedules have fallen off something awful. What's going on?" 

Shirley stared at the middle-aged man, wondering why he couldn't just do his 
work and stay out of her business. He was more like an uncle to her than 
just an employee. He had been her father's friend and had helped him build 
the gym into what it was today. Still, he had no rate to interfere in her 
life. 

"Nothing's going on, Tim I promise you," she lied. "At least, nothing that a 
couple of weeks vacation for you won't cure." She paused, reaching into her 
desk and pulling out her checkbook and filling out a check and handing it to 
the surprised Tim. "Here, Tim, take this as a bonus. You've been working too 
hard. Run down to your cottage in Ensenada for a couple of weeks. I can take 
care of things here." 

The unexpected gift only reinforced Tim's certainty that something was 
seriously wrong at the gym. For a moment he was tempted to refuse the check. 
Instead, knowing her reputation for stubborness, he shrugged his powerful 
shoulders and nodded. 

"Okay, I'll split if that's what you want, Shirley," he said quietly, 
tucking the check away in his pocket. "Just try and stay out of trouble 
while I'm gone, will you?" 

"I can take care of myself, Tim," Shirley laughed. "I'm not just a skinny 
kid anymore. Or haven't you noticed?" 

"Oh, I've noticed all right," he said sadly, turning to go. "I'll see you in 
a couple of weeks." 

Sunday afternoon couldn't come quickly enough for Shirley. She was a bundle 
of nerves all day Saturday just thinking about the wild and exciting sexual 
orgy she had planned. Not only was Danny Robinson going to get the shock of 
his life and his come-uppance, but she was finally going to realize all the 
white-hot sexual fantasies her lust-fevered mind and body had built up over 
the years. 

The idea of beautiful male and female bodies coming together in a whirling, 
spinning vortex of unbridled and uninhibited passion made her shiver with 
wanton anticipation. These weren't just ordinary bodies ... they were the 
most perfect masses of thrilling muscle and sinew in San Diego, people who 
had devoted their lives to sculpturing every inch of the magnificent flesh 
they wore. 

Shirley didn't arrive at the gym until twelve-thirty on Sunday. The place 
was empty, Al Frizzell having closed up promptly at noon. 

She took a long, lazy shower, then dressed in the new, skin-tight, black 
leotard she had purchased the day before. Watching herself in the 
full-length ?mirror as she combed out her corn-colored, silken hair, she let 
her eyes sweep up and down her luscious body. 

She had never looked more sexy or desirable, she knew. Her breasts were 
straining out against the low bodice, her nipples erect and aching for some 
warm male mouth to suck out the sweetness there. Running her trembling 
fingers down over her ripe hips, flat stomach, then down along the beautiful 
sweep of her thighs and legs, she admired the marble-hued flesh that was in 
such stark contrast to the black outfit she wore. 

She tied back her long hair, certain that it would increase the pleasure for 
a man to see his lust-bloated prick sliding between the scarlet slash of her 
lips. 

Josh let himself into the gym at ten to one with the key that Shirley had 
given him the night before. The handsome youth looked nervous as he stared 
at his lovely bedmate. 

"You look good enough to eat, honey," he whispered, kissing her passionately 
and running his strong hands up and down her buttocks as she squirmed 
against him. 

"There'll be plenty of time for this later," she laughed, pulling away. "Go 
get changed. Josh. Wear those cute bikini tights I bought you. I want this 
beautiful prick of yours to really stand out." 

They were both waiting by the front door when Danny Robinson's car pulled 
into the parking lot in front of the building fifteen minutes later. Hardly 
able to control the trembling in her legs and hands, Shirley unlocked the 
door and pulled it open for him, locking it again quickly and slipping the 
key down between the plump mounds of her breasts. 

"What in the fuck is HE doing here?" Danny suddenly asked, seeing Josh. 

"Why, I thought you knew Josh would be here, honey," Shirley replied 
innocently. "I thought the three of us would have a little party." 

"What kind of party?" Danny asked suspiciously. 

"Why don't you get undressed and we'll see what develops," Shirley laughed 
lewdly. "Josh and I were talking about getting into the Jacuzzi and fooling 
around. You can join us if you want." 

Danny ignored her; his blood boiling with jealousy as he faced the younger 
muscle-builder. 

"Why don't you get your ass out of here and leave Shirley and me alone, man! 
She doesn't need a punk like you when she's got a real man to take care of 
her!" 

Josh clenched his fists, but said nothing. 

"Now, you listen to me, you asshole!" Shirley snarled. "I told you once and 
I'll tell you again. You don't own me. If the situation doesn't appeal to 
you, get your ass out of here! 

Otherwise, keep your mouth shut and leave Josh alone, understand?" 

Danny turned a deep shade of red at the beautiful blonde's angry words. He 
wanted to reach out and slap the sneering smile from her face, then use his 
fists on Josh William's handsome features. But he knew Shirley well enough 
by now to realize that he had only two choices: He could swallow his pride 
and share her sexy body with Josh, or he could turn tail and run. 

He chose the former. 

Without waiting for a reply, Shirley grabbed Josh's hand and pulled him 
toward the room at the far side of the gym where the whirlpool bath was 
located. 

"Come on, honey," she churkled, knowing that Danny would follow, "I'm 
getting horny!" 

The whirlpool bath was a large tank, about twelve feet across, with molded 
benches which ran around the inside. Its water was kept at a constant 
temperature of one hundred and five degrees. When desired, powerful jets 
could be activated which turned the bath into a boiling cauldron which could 
soothe and relax the most tortured muscles. 

The jets were off at the moment. 

Shirley and Josh quickly stripped off their scanty clothing and jumped into 
the water, splashing each other like children in a pond, grabbing for one 
another's gentials without shame. 

Danny watched for a moment, then sighed in resignation and pulled off his 
own clothing. 

Silently he climbed into the tub, the scalding water which suddenly 
surrounded his hard-muscled body cooler than his burning temper. He eased 
his body down onto the bench, watching the two nakedly cavorting figures 
with rage in his eyes. His prick was already hardening involuntarily at the 
sight of Shirley's voluptuous breasts and the flashes of her furry 
cunt-mouth as she splashed about in the water. 

Damn her! he seethed, hating both she and Josh, wishing he had guts enough 
to tell them both to fuck-off and storm out of the gym. But he didn't, 
instead, he continued to watch, his desire increasing rapidly when Shirley 
moved over in front of him and asked him to get up from the bench and sit on 
the edge of the tub. 

As he moved up, she reached out and slid the loose foreskin of his cock 
slowly back over the head, manipulating it sensually with her fingers. 
Smiling up at his stiff body, she extended her tongue, beginning to lick 
lightly across the rubbery knob, teasing the tiny hole in the end, then 
moving the warm spear just below to the spot she knew he was most sensitive. 

Behind her, Josh watched in fascination, his hands gripping the succulent 
resiliency of her asscheeks, the fingers pressing hotly into the 
water-covered flesh. 

"Slide down a little bit, honey," she looked up, whispering in her 
lust-charged voice. "That's it, let your legs float in the water." 

It was an uncomfortable position for him, but Danny soon forgot everything 
but the warm sensation of her mouth and lips running up and down his 
swelling shaft. 

Shirley chuckled, wanting to bring Danny to at least one orgasm before the 
others arrived. She didn't believe for a moment his boastful stories about 
being able to satisfy that many females one after the other, but she was 
taking no chances. 

She drew his softly jerking cock into her full, moist lips and began to suck 
it gently, using her tongue to circle the smooth knob-end while her hand 
cupped and teasingly manipulated his hair-covered bails. She felt him 
growing larger inside her mouth, the rope-like veins on his shaft pumping 
heavily against the velvety interior of her cheeks. 

Letting the water support her weight, she worked her mouth slowly down and 
around the delicious rod of male meat. HE'S GETTING HOT! she thought to 
herself happily. 

The handsome man was beginning to respond strongly to her lazy oral 
manipulations. In a few minutes his prick was Icing and so thick that she 
could hardly work ail of her mouth around it. 

She began to suck in earnest now, her tongue swirling rapidly around the 
turgid shaft, her cheeks drawing in with the vibrant intensity of an expert. 
She heard him groan, then felt his body pumping up against her face as he 
tried to force more and more of the massive cock into her mouth. 

"OH, YES, SUCK ME ... SUCK ME .. ." he moaned, his eyes half-closed, his 
lust-charged mind almost forgetting that his rival was only a few feet away. 

Josh was almost out of his mind with hot desire as he watched the 
pornographic display that Shirley was giving him. The pressure of his 
fingers on her beautiful asscheeks increased and he moved closer, feeling 
the hot water sloshing around his excited loins. 

The beautiful blonde gasped with pleasure when she felt the knob of Josh's 
cock rubbing along the deep crevice of_her buttocks, then felt his fingers 
spreading them apart to expose her wrinkled and hairless little anus and the 
furry mouth of her upturned cunt to his eyes. The steaming water had made 
her loose and relaxed, and there was only rapture when one of his strong 
fingers slipped inside her pussy and began to obscenely work itself back and 
forth in the liquid folds of cuntal flesh. 

Wriggling her lower body back in open invitation, she spread her legs out, 
letting her body float. Josh grabbed the long, perfectly-sculpted stems, 
holding them out so that he could work his body between them. 

"MMMMMMMNNNNN!" she moaned wantonly around the huge prick that was stuffing 
her mouth and throat. She felt the lust-hardened cock probing at her gaping 
pussy-slit, then felt the bulbous head sliding into her. 

Her wriggling pussy was under water, and it delighted her to feel the heat 
of the liquid squishing along the inside of her cunt as Josh drove his prick 
all the way up inside her. 

She arched her back, flicking her buttocks at him, wanting more of the 
beautiful sensations that he was giving her. Grasping Danny Robinson's 
thighs more tightly, she began sucking as fast as she could on the bloated 
stem of his cock, listening to him moan in uncontrollable joy above her own 
cock-ravaged body. 

The water swirled warmly and comfortably around her and she felt as if she 
were floating on a sea of liquid ecstasy. She heard the splashing sounds of 
the water, felt the slap of Josh's hard loins against her quivering buttocks 
and the lust-inspired fucking of his blood-engorged cock far up inside her 
tender cunt. Wildly she drove her hotly questing mouth up and down the fully 
extended length of Danny's prick, screwing her cock-split buttocks back into 
the raging male hardness that impaled her. 

Suddenly she wanted them all to come at the same time. The thought of 
Danny's viscous white juices spilling obscenely into her mouth while Josh 
emptied himself into her wildly-clenching cunt filled her head with the most 
exciting thoughts possible. They were both working furiously now, and she 
tried to judge from their movements how close they were to cum mi ng. 

She knew she could bring it off. It was only a matter of manipulating both 
her mouth and her cunt to an extent she hadn't had to try before. Glowing 
with delight, she hungrily tongued the shaft of Danny's cock, sucking it 
hard, at the same time clenching her pussy muscles around Josh's beautiful 
spear and wildly twisting her raging body back on its lewdly impaling 
hardness. 

She felt the first spasms of her own climax a few moments later. Excited 
beyond control, she increased the efforts of her mouth and cunt to bring 
both men off now. As her lithe young body danced about on the steaming water 
she gave a little gasp of triumph, feeling Danny's gushing cock tense, then 
flood her mouth and throat with salty, sticky, delicious juices. SHe gulped 
it down as eagerly as her mouth and tongue would allow. Then, mercifully, 
her cunt was battered by an explosion of male semen as Josh drove his prick 
in all the way to her womb and gushed out his heated liquids. 

Her hand flew up to encircle Danny's heaving prick, milking it, drawing up 
more and more of the precious fluids that her mouth so eagerly devoured. The 
inner walls of her aching, cum-drenched cunt were gripping Josh's prick 
without mercy, holding him there, wanting to milk out every last rapturous 
sensation. 

She let herself relax in the heated water, still keeping her lips locked 
around Danny Robinson's softening rod of male flesh. Her tongue played a 
little tattoo along the pulsing, throbbing shaft. 

OH GOD, she thought to herself, IS THERE ANYTHING IN THE WORLD BETTER THAN 
THE FEEL OF TWO HARD MALE PRICKS FILLING HER? 

Her obscene reveries were interrupted as the sound of other voices came from 
somewhere near the region of the gym's back door. In a moment Cindy 
Wellington's lewdly smiling face appeared in the doorway. Behind her, other 
faces were trying to peer over her shoulder at the exciting sight of Shirley 
stretched out between the two musclebuilder's bodies. 

"What in the fuck is going on?" Danny cried out, pulling his deflated prick 
out of Shirley's mouth and sitting up hurriedly. The room seemed suddenly 
filled with laughing, taunting bodies. He recognized them all ... Whitey, 
Art, Billy. He was even more shocked when he saw the three females who 
accompanied the men. Danny knew Eve Caldwell and Barbara Jenkins only by 
sight. Debbi Oakwood was another matter entirely. He began to tremble with 
guilt when the lanky brunette strode calmly over to the whirlpool bath and 
winked at him. 

"Hello, lover," she smirked. "I've come to get even for that two hundred 
dollars you stole from me!" 

"You lying bitch!" the man screamed, pulling himself out of the tub and 
grabbing for a nearby towel. Swinging around, he faced Shirley Masterson. 
"Why are all these people here? he demanded. 

"They're here because you're a lying, chickenshit, rip-off artist!" Shirley 
spat out at him. "You lied to the guys in the gym and tried to lose me their 
business. And you stole two hundred dollars from one of my customers, you 
prick! Well, it's about time you paid for it, Danny!" 

"That's crazy," Danny protested. "It was a misunderstanding, that's all! 

"Did I misunderstand you when you told me what a talented cocksman you are?" 
Shirley challenged the trembling man. "Remember all those stories about how 
you could screw a dozen broads at a time?" 

"I can!" he screamed, pointing to Josh. "I'm more of a man than that punk 
boyfriend of yours ever was!" 

"I think he's a faggot," Debbi Oakwood laughed sarcastically. "The only 
thing he can handle is getting his prick sucked. I don't call that a man." 

"Shut up, bitch!" Danny moaned, wanting to strike her and wipe the sneer off 
her mocking face. "Who'd want to fuck a clapped-up old whore like you?" 

Whitey and Art had to step between Danny and Debbi to keep the argument from 
turning violent. Shirley knew it was time to get control of the proceedings. 

"Okay, big shot," she challenged the enraged man. "I've got a proposition 
for you. We want to see if you're the kind of stud you say you are. Prove it 
to us and you can walk out of here the way you came in. If you don't, well, 
I wouldn't mind having Whitey and his friends break some of your goddamned 
bones for all the shit you've been laying on us!" 

She had no intention of physically abusing Danny, but she could see that her 
words had the desired effect. His face went white with fear as he looked 
over at Whitey and the other grim-faced muscle men. 

"Prove what?" he asked in a low voice. 

"We want you to try and satisfy all of us," Shirley smirked. If you're such 
hot stuff it shouldn't be any trouble to take on four women. Cindy doesn't 
count. She gets her kicks in OTHER ways. Well, what do you say? ARE you a 
man, or are you just a lying asshole?" 

Danny's mind reeled in shock at her words. IV!Y GOD! he thought, SHE WANTS 
ME TO FUCK HER AND THESE THREE OTHER BEAUTIFUL BROADS! It was the kind of 
situation that most men dreamed of ... a fantasy come true! He'd never 
fucked more than two broads at one time in his life, but he was sure he 
could do, if only to prove Shirley and her friends wrong! Besides, what 
choice did he have. He had no doubt that Shirley was serious about setting 
Whitey and the other hulking men on him if he didn't agree. 

"I'm man enough, bitch," he answered with a sneer, his lips curled 
boastingly. 

"We'll see," she laughed, looking toward where the women stood waiting. 
Everyone had removed their clothing now, and their lush, naked bodies were 
trembling with erotic anticipation. "What are you waiting for, ladies?" 

 Chapter Six 

Danny suddenly felt himself surrounded by soft female flesh. Barbara, the 
young blonde, and Eve, the older and more voluptuously fleshy woman, 
crouched down on either side of his reclining figure and began licking his 
naked flesh, running their tongues tantalizingly over his abdomen and chest, 
sucking and bitting on his nipples, then licking his armpits all the way up 
his well-muscled inner arms. 

At the same time, Debbi Oakwood, a menacing expression on her pretty face, 
knelt down and began performing the same ministrations on the lower half of 
his naked body, working her way upward from his toes, each of which she 
nibbled and sucked. 

"That's it, ladies, get him good and horny," Shirley called out as she and 
the man formed a circle on the floor around Danny and the woman. Only Cindy 
Wellington seemed disinterested in the obscene display. She walked over to 
the wall and began doing exercises in front of the full-length mirror. 

Danny had never felt anything like it before. Deliciously erotic sensations 
began to ripple through him immediately, from the first instant the woman 
touched him. The paths of their searching tongues left an icy coolness in 
their wakes, unpleasant at first, but soon tantalizingly exciting. He closed 
his eyes and moaned, wondering if he would be able to save face and service 
the four succulent cunts. And, for the first time, he realized why Shirley 
had sucked his cock so lovingly in the whirlpool bath. She had WANTED to 
drain his scalding liquids and make sure that he would fail with the test 
she set for him now! 

The excited blonde was calling out to him now, mocking him with her 
salacious words. 

"Don't forget, you slimy bastard, you've got to make every one of us cum!" 
she giggled cruelly. 

Danny closed his eyes and moaned as the three lithe, sensual bodies pressed 
in on him from every direction, rubbing their moist cunts against his legs, 
filling his mouth with ripe, quickly taut nipples of every shape and size, 
all the time running their hands and lips freely over his nakedly powerful 
body. Time and again he wanted to grab one of them and pull her lush pussy 
down over the swaying hardness of his quiveringly alive cock. His balls felt 
hard and tight, as though the torrent of juices that Shirley had drawn out 
with her tongue had already been replaced 

Debbi was sensuously licking the pale, sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, 
working her way upward jn wet circles. She flicked her tongue over his 
balls, then took as much of the hairy sacs into her greedily sucking mouth 
as she could, nibbling softly and making him groan with pleasure. Next her 
soft lips caressed the painfully swollen shaft, finally curling around the 
purplish head and taking it deeply into her mouth the way she had done that 
night at her apartment. 

She held it there just for a few moments, then abandoned her oral activities 
and straddled his body, poised just above his saliva-smeared cock. 

"You wouldn't fuck me before, but you're going to do it now, little man," 
she laughed cruelly, taking his massively thick prick in her hands and 
beginning to rub it back and forth over the moistly warm opening of her 
pussy. 

Danny groaned when her furry wetness ground against the charged, rubbery 
head of his lust-engorged cock. Teasingly she moved his pulsating thickness 
back and forth, almost but not quite taking it inside her with each stroke 
as the others in the room called out lewd encouragement to her. 

Rubbing her already swollen clitoris against it, sending ecstatic waves of 
pleasure coursing through both their bodies, then twisting her naked pelvis 
in a corkscrew motion, she slowly lowered herself onto his rigid column. He 
groaned as he felt her Warm softness slowly engulfing his hotly throbbing 
shaft. Leaning back and using the floor for leverage, she began slowly 
pumping her smooth white buttocks up and down over him. 

At the same time, the sexy young blonde began to squat over his face, 
spreading her softly furred outer lips with her trembling fingers. Looking 
up, Danny could see the thinly glistening crevice of her vaginal slit, 
already moist and throbbing with desire. 

"Sucking her doesn't count," Shirley giggled. "You've got to satisfy her 
with your prick! This is just a warm-up for her!" 

Involuntarily, Danny licked his lips in anticipation as he felt everyone's 
eyes on him, watching his debauchery. With agonizing slowness, Barbara 
lowered herself over the hefpless man. He could smell the warmly perfumed 
aroma of her cuntal passage, feel the soft downy thatch of her pubic hair, 
and, finally, taste the sweet tartness of her velvety vaginal slit. His 
tongue snaked out, touching the hard little bud of her clitoris, then moved 
downward and began to explore the fleshy interior while she squealed with 
delight above him. 

"He loves it, the bastard loves to eat cunt!" she cried out in triumphant, 
looking over at the sea of faces that were watching. 

The sound of all the taunting laughter that her words evoked only added to 
bizarre eroticism of the scene for Danny. Slavering wetly under Barbara, he 
began unconsciously twisting his pelvis back and forth and up and down, in 
time with Debbi's now intensifying fucking movements. His whole body was 
charged with excitement. He felt incredibly powerful, as though he could 
perform any sexual feat demanded of him. Let them laugh. he thought 
bitterly, he would show them who was a real man! He would take on the whole 
goddamned bunch and still come back for more! 

Suddenly Debbi began to lurch up and down on his desire swollen rod, 
emitting short gasps. His pelvis moved with her, bouncing up and down, 
lifting her off the floor with each stroke. Above him, Barbara wriggled 
faster and faster, twisting and spreading her legs, forcing his wetly 
quivering tongue deeper and deeper up into her shuddering cuntal passage. 

"HURRY, DEBBI," Eve called out as she knelt beside them and waited for her 
turn. The heavy-breasted redhead was almost out of her mind with desire. For 
a moment she was tempted to try and get one of the other muscle men to fuck 
her. She looked over at them with lust in her eyes. Shirley saw the glance 
and shook her head, wanting Eve to save this for the man on the floor under 
the two demanding women. 

"MMMMMNNNNNN . . . OOOOOHHHHHH!" Debbi moaned, her huge breast jumping 
around as she undulated her pelvis around Danny's cock, feeling his scalding 
hardness far up inside her belly. 

"OH, I CAN'T WAIT!" Barbara suddenly squealed, feeling her tongue-induced 
orgasm approach with galvanic intensity. "SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK MEEEEEEEE!" 

Debbi's wails joined Barbara's, and it seemed to Danny that the room was 
alive with lewdly writhing, screaming females. Her cunt contracted around 
his cock and she ground her hairy pubic bone down against his own pelvis 
just as Barbara released a flood of spicy cunt juice into his mouth. For one 
split second Danny was about to relax his body and let his own climax 
explode. Then, suddenly, he realized that he would have to hold off until he 
had satisfied these four demented females. Making a herculean effort of 
will, he forced himself to wait. 

Eventually, Debbi's furious fucking motions subsided, then ceased 
altogether. She slid off his cock and fell heavily onto the floor beside 
him, totally gratified. His relief lasted only a few seconds, however, for 
Barbara lost no time in sliding her cunt down over his hairy chest and 
impaling himself on his rigid prick, while the redhead named Eve took her 
place over his glistening face. 

In a moment his mouth and his cock were covered by sweet cuntal flesh again. 

Oh my God! Danny moaned, his chest heaving, his hard-muscled body covered 
with sweat and sticky female secretions. I'll never make it! I can't do it! 

It was Cindy Wellington's turn to get into the act. As soon as she saw Debbi 
stretched out on the floor, her long legs spread wide apart, her furry cunt 
gaping, she moved quickly over in front of the woman and knelt down, 
fondling the wetly twitching cunt with her gentle but erotic fingers. 

"Mind if I eat you out now?" she whispered to Debbi. 

"Shit, no!" Debbi gasped, reaching up and grasping Cindy's head between her 
fingers, guiding it down between her legs, feeling the burning touch of the 
lesbian's wetly searching tongue. "EAT MEEEEEE!" 

It was too much for Shirley. 

The beautiful blonde had been watching with unbearable fascination as Danny 
Robinson was forced to service the heated cunts hovering over his 
thickly-muscled body. Her own pussy was a raging inferno of desire, sopping 
wet, clenching and twitching out of control now. She wanted to fuck ... 
wanted to have every hard male cock ramming into some part of her madly 
quivering body. 

"All right, you bastards!" she called out wantonly to the four men at her 
side. "It's our turn to fuck! Who's going to be first to take me?" 

She swiveled her body around until she was on all fours, her nakedly 
glistening cunt spread wide apart, her dilated pussy-lips fluttering wildly. 

Art reached her first, his cock already hard and throbbing as he came around 
behind her and shoved the thick rod home with one furious lunge. She 
screamed out with the pleasure-pain of his brutal entry, and then arched her 
back and began to fuck back at him with every ounce of erotic determination 
she possessed. The heavy rod ripped and plunged and pistoned its way in and 
out of her, sucked tightly by the moistly coral lips of her pussy. 

Whitey moved to the spot in front of her, his cock bobbing rigidly, erect 
and ready. Without hesitation he guided it toward her lips. Shirley swiftly 
parted her scarlet slash, her tongue slithering around the bulging head, 
sucking on it hungrily, eagerly. The wildly pulsating prick went deep into 
her throat, and her cheeks contracted as her lips lovingly worked up and 
down the lustMnflamed shaft while Art furiously fucked into her pussy from 
behind. 

Suddenly she wanted more. 

Holding her weight on one powerful arm, she motioned for Josh to stretch out 
alongside her. The youth did so immediately, almost overwhelmed from the 
obscene fucking and sucking that was going on all around him. 

Moaning around the huge prick stuffed in her mouth, her hips working 
frantically back to draw in the massive cock that fucked into her from 
behind, the desire-crazed girl grabbed Josh's cock and began masturbating 
him, pulling at the swollen prick without mercy. 

Shirley felt herself coming almost immediately. She tensed for a moment, 
feeling the powerful spasms rolling through her quaking cunt, then her body 
exploded again in a wild bucking and humping that brought a smile of triumph 
to Art's face as he pumped his huge cock in and out of the juicy split. 

Then it was Whitey's turn. His balls tingled with pleasure as his juices 
shot up through his cock and out the dilated tip, flooding the beautiful 
blonde's mouth and throat with the salty-sweet fluids. She gulped them down 
hungrily, her fingers never missing a beat on Josh's burning prick. 

She could hardly focus her eyes when Whitey pulled his still dripping cock 
from her mouth. Shaking her head in wonder, she looked down to where Danny 
lay beneath the two women. 

Eve was astride Danny's cock now, with the young blonde Barbara stretched 
out on the floor beside Debbi. Cindy's hands were fondling Barbara's 
satiated cunt while her tongue continued to snake in and out of Debbi's 
pussy. 

It was the wildest, most sensual sight that Shirley had ever even imagined. 
She felt Art's cock slipping out of her still-clenched cunt, and cried out 
aloud in frustration. 

Frantically she looked around for some new lover. Only Billy was left. As 
soon as their eyes met, the handsome youth crawled over to Shirley and began 
pawing her lust-swollen breasts with his powerful fingers, moaning as his 
thick cock jerked up against his hairy belly. 

"LET ME FUCK YOU NOW, SHIRLEY," he begged, his eyes wild with lust. 

She nodded, giving Josh's pulsating prick one last quick pumping motion. The 
gigantic rod suddenly erupted in a maddening flow of sticky juices that shot 
up into the air, hung there for a moment, then fell with an obscene series 
of SPLATS on his naked stomach. He lay there with his eyes closed, groaning 
suddenly as the young blonde Barbara moved over to where he lay and began 
sucking out the rest of his delicious cum with her mouth. 

"I want to fuck you like Danny's fucking Eve," she growled, her voice 
charged with uncontrollable lust. 

Motioning for Billy to stretch out on his back, she quickly straddled him, 
reaching between his legs for his thickly rigid cock and guiding it to the 
glistening mouth of her cum-drenched pussy. She rubbed it up and down the 
softly-fringed split until it found its target. 

Then, slowly lowering herself onto its pulsing thickness, feeling the 
lust-inflamed rod slipping deep up into her heated cuntal softness, she 
began to rock back and forth on top of him, feeling his wiry pubic hair rub 
excitedly against the madly throbbing little bud of her clitoris. 

She twisted her nakedly trembling buttocks sideways with each rising motion 
of her passion-fired young body, torturing his deeply imprisoned cock still 
further up inside her. 

She prayed that he wouldn't come too soon. She wanted this mad pleasure to 
last forever. There were only so many cocks in the room, and she wanted them 
all for herself. 

The obscenely impaled young blonde could see Eve pumping her hips up and 
down on Danny's exhausted cock, could see the expression of pure torture on 
Danny's face, and it thrilled her. At the same time, Barbara was noisily 
sucking Josh's turgid cock while Cindy had moved up behind the girl and was 
thrusting her long tongue in and out of the trembling female's 
widely-stretched cunt. 

Moans and screams of pure animal joy echoed around the room. As soon as 
Cindy had moved away from Debbi's pussy, Whitey and Art had closed on the 
sex-crazed woman, one of them filling her gaping pussy with his cock, the 
other muscle-builder squatting atop her face and forcing her to suck his 
white hot prick. 

The sound of flesh slapping against excited flesh, the noise of tongues 
slurping obscenely over cocks and cunts, drove Shirley wild. 

Shirley felt like one huge, gaging cunt as she drove her succulent slit up 
and down on Billy's powerful prick, grinding her hairy muff against his 
pubic bone, loving the pleasure and pain that it gave her. She screamed with 
delirious ecstasy, bucking up and down, back and forth, from side to side, 
wanting more of the delicious male meat. 

Suddenly she knew that she had to have someone thrusting his prick into the 
only orifice in her body that hadn't yet been ravaged. 

"JOSH, GET AROUND BEHIND ME, DARLING," she demanded, ignoring the looked of 
deprivation that suddenly flashed across Barbara's face at the thought of 
her mouth losing it's beautiful treasure. "COME ON, HURRY, I WANT YOU TO 
FUCK ME IN THE ASS!" 

Josh responded immediately, pushing the younger blonde away, watching for a 
moment as she crawled over to where Cindy sat and spread out beside the 
lesbian, kissing her passionately on the mouth. 

"You really mean it, Shirley?" Josh asked incredulously when he was in place 
behind her. "I can really fuck you in the asshole?" 

"Do it! Quit talking and do it!" she squealed, bending over so that her 
massive breasts were pressed against the hard flesh of Billy's chest. She 
continued to screw her hotly grasping pussy down on Billy's upthrusting cock 
as Josh's fingers began to pry apart the perspiring crevice of her buttocks. 

She wailed in rapture when she felt his weight pressing against her back as 
Billy fucked up from below. Josh spread a powerful arm under her quaking 
belly and held her tightly in place. She felt the fingers of his free hand 
spreading wide the soft, smooth cheeks of her buttocks, then the pressure of 
his lust-inflamed cock against her tender, virginal asshole. She sighed and 
tried to make herself relax, but as the massively swollen cockhead popped up 
inside her tiny anus she instinctively tightened her rectal muscles against 
the pain. 

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she screamed. She felt as if she were being split 
apart as Josh slowly and relentlessly pushed his cock inside her pain-racked 
hole. In a moment it was all the way inside her, his testicles slapping 
obscenely against her thighs. 

She was tempted to order him to take the pain-giving cock out again, but she 
knew she had to experience this lewd way of lovemaking. The hot, fiery agony 
of his cruel penetration coursed wildly through her doubly impaled loins as 
the tormented blonde bit hard on her lower lips to keep from screaming 
again. 

"Take it easy, honey," Billy whispered to her soothingly, ceasing his own 
powerful thrusts until Shirley could adjust to the additional pressure in 
her crotch. "It'll only take a minute to get used to it. Then it'll feel 
great." 

Then, as the panting bodybuilder behind her began to slowly fuck in and out 
of her helplessly skewered rectum, the pain went away, almost as quickly as 
it had come. Her burning anus became just another mouth or cunt, eagerly 
gulping in the throbbing intruder. She felt it slip deeply up again in her 
aching back passage, and the tingling smack of his testicles against her 
trembling, widespread asscheeks. 

Billy saw the expression of pure lust replacing the pain on her face, and he 
resumed his furious upward movements. Deep within her nakedly writhing belly 
she could feel the lust-maddened cocks of the two men pounding hard against 
the fragile membrane which was the only separation between the two steamy 
orifices. She hunched her body and thrust it back and down, taking them both 
deep within her, squealing with ecstasy at this new and exciting pleasure. 

"FUCK ME!" she moaned, her long blonde hair flying around her face as she 
twisted and bucked in a deadly dance of sexual insanity. "OH, FUCK 
MEEEEEEEE!" 

She began to work her straining buttocks up and down, felt one rigidly 
throbbing cock drawing out of her scalding pussy as the other fucked deeper 
into her widely-stretched rectum, and then the movement was reversed. She 
thought the two passages would burst from the heavy load of thick male meat 
ravaging her, and perspiration streamed down her lovely body as she began to 
pant and moan uncontrollably with each wild lunge from beneath and behind. 

All around her was a sea of glistening naked bodies, arms and legs twisted 
and tangled, mouths against cocks and cunts, pricks straining, testicles 
aching as new demands were made upon them. 

Danny was lying on his back with his arms and legs spread wide, his prick 
deflated and lifeless against one hard-muscled thigh. Eve had finished with 
him and was now in a lewd embrace with one of the other men ... Shirley 
couldn't tell who. 

MY MOUTH! the sex-crazed Shirley thought wildly. I WANT A COCK IN MY MOUTH! 
Only in this obscene way would she feel totally liberated from all the 
inhibitions and taboos of the past. She had taken her body and mind to the 
very brink of sexual madness, now she wanted to plunge over the abyss into a 
swirling sea where pleasures never ended, where ecstasy was all that 
mattered. 

As if by magic. Art suddenly materialized in front of her, his cum-dripping 
cock hard and throbbing. She grabbed for it wildly, guiding it to her 
screaming lips, sucking it into her throat, her tongue racing around the 
pungent flesh and drawing strength from Art's virility. 

Now she was impaled three ways. She gasped and snorted through distended 
nostrils and sucked and fucked hard against all the pricks which violated 
her body. They were all sawing back and forth inside her now, and she 
suddenly felt both Billy and Josh getting longer and thicker, followed by 
the white hot gushing of male sperm splashing lewdly in both her cunt and 
her rectum at the same instant. She clenched her cuntal walls, milking 
Billy, then tightening her anal sphincter to draw out the furious torrents 
of creamy white semen from Josh's overheated prick. 

Then Art was cumming in her mouth, and she was savagely sucking him dry, 
gulping down his salty-sweet fluids and loving every drop of them. 

Screams echoed in her ears, her own among them, as the tempo of the 
maddening orgy increased. Only Danny Robinson was silent. He lay there on 
his back and watched with a troubled fascination as bodies came together 
again and again in a never-ending mass of quivering flesh and gentials. 

He could see Shirley being battered from in front, beneath, and behind. 
Sweat was pouring off her glistening body as she writhed and twisted out of 
control. Her cheeks seemed to balloon out from the flood of Art's semen, but 
there was a strange expression of total and complete ecstasy on her 
lust-contorted face at the same time. 

He continued to watch until the three male bodies pulled away from her still 
writhing flesh. Then, with a mounting sense of horror, he watched Shirley 
turn her attention to him. 

The beautiful blonde's face was a mask of insane desire, her scarlet lips 
swollen and glistening with hot semen, her eyes glazed with lust, her 
features contorted into a grimmace of pure carnal mania. 

She began crawling through the writhing, twisting bodies toward where he 
lay, making little moaning sounds that assaulted his ears even as her eyes 
assaulted his lifeless cock. 

In a moment a hush fell over the room as everyone seemed to sense what was 
about to happen. Every eye was turned toward him. 

"You haven't satisfied me yet," Shirley whispered, brushing a limp strand of 
damp blonde hair away from her face as she knelt beside his panting body. 

"Oh, Shirley," he moaned and pleaded helplessly, trying to shove her away. 
"I can't! For God's sake, give me a few minutes to recover, will you?" 

She began to laugh viciously, turning to look at the faces of the others. 

"You hear that?" she cried out, her whole body shaking with cruel mirth, her 
beautiful breast-mounds jiggling up and down as she spoke. "He screws three 
broads and he's too exhausted to go on!" 

Turning back to Danny, she reached down and grabbed his limp cock in one 
hand, slowly pumping back and forth on the swollen organ, trying to bring it 
to life. 

"You fraud, you goddamned phony!" she sneered, increasing the pressure of 
her fingers. "I thought you said you were a real man! Any goddamned horny 
punk kid off the street could fuck better than you did!" 

"I'm sorry, Shirley," he moaned, bitter tears of failure welling up in his 
eyes as she continued to stare down at him while she caressed his prick. 

Suddenly Barbara was beside her, her hot little mouth twitching with 
anticipation. 

"Let me get him hard for you, Shirley," the young blonde girl said lewdly, 
winking at Danny. "He'll screw you, I promise it. I can wake up a dead man 
with my mouth!" 

Shirley hesitated for a moment and then nodded, letting go of Danny's prick, 
moving away to allow Barbara to smother the limp mass of male meat with her 
hungry mouth. 

She had accomplished what she'd set out to do, she realized. Danny Robinson 
was crushed, both physically and psychologically. He had admitted defeat in 
front of all the others! As soon as she was through with him she would kick 
him out of the gym on his ass. Men were a dime a dozen now. She could have 
her choice of a hundred exquisitely shaped males, all of them hard-muscled 
and perfect. 

Behind her she could hear people starting to fuck and suck again. The sounds 
they made with their bodies was like music to her sex-crazed ears. Looking 
down at Barbara working her mouth eagerly over Danny's hardening cock, she 
felt her cunt starting to tingle with desire again. In a moment the 
miserable bastard will be hard enough to fuck me, she thought triumphantly. 

She could hardly wait for the feel of a stiff male cock sliding up into the 
velvety depths of her pussy again. Her nipples were stiff and hard, her 
clitoris bloated with lust, her whole body trembling with renewed arousal. 

Just a few days before this had all been a crazy pornographic fantasy for 
her. Now it was real-alive and vibrant! Never again would she have to face 
the bitter frustrations which had almost driven her to the brink of sexual 
despair. 

This is what she had lived for-this is what she would live for in the 
future. 

She groaned in ecstasy as she pushed Barbara's mouth away from Danny 
Robinson's now stiff cock and straddled his quivering body, smiling down at 
the expression of misery on his face. 

Grabbing his prick and brushing it sensuously through the gaping wetness of 
her steaming cunt, she began to chuckle loudly. 

Then, as she plunged her pussy down over the pole of hard male meat, she 
gave an eerie scream of pure rapture. 


End
