It had been a thoroughly frustrating day. From the very first moment, work had careered from disaster to comedy of errors and back to disaster for the entire day. And who had to sort it all out and save everyone's blushes? Muggins, as usual! She'd even had to work a couple of extra hours making sure everything was ready for a clean start tomorrow, which meant she'd missed her usual gym session with her favourite instructor. She was stressed and frustrated, the sort of stress that could usually only be fixed by some very physical and vigorous sex, but sadly that wasn't an option. A late workout, venting her anger on the gym apparatus, was a poor substitute, but it was the only option she had.
After half an hour, the physical workout was helping, but not as much as she'd hoped. Unfortunately, she'd become distracted by the fit young men sharing the gym with her.
Watching the short blond bodybuilder doing slow curls to build his arm muscles, she imagined hanging off the pull-up bars with his strong arms supporting her under her thighs as he fucked her slowly, letting her full weight impale her on his hard cock.
Watching the tall dark runner doing leg squats, she imagined being laid out on a table underneath him as his powerful legs thrust his cock into her.
Watching the two footballers, neither with an ounce of fat to hide the fabulous muscle definition on their slim bodies, she imagined being on her hands and knees between them, greedily sucking one while his friend pounded into her naughty pussy from behind.
Sadly, all these fit young men had now left the gym, and she was alone with slightly aching arms and a damp pussy, feeling as horny as hell!
She thought about giving up for the evening and resigning herself to satisfying herself with one of her toys when the door opened. In walked her gym instructor, dressed in his usual workout vest and tight shorts. She decided on a couple more exercises just so she could ogle his muscular calves and thighs, his broad shoulders and chest, his strong arms... and, she admitted only to herself, the bulge in his shorts. He noticed her about to start the arm pulls and nodded an acknowledgement.
"We missed you in class today. Everything all right?" he asked.
"Long day at work," she answered, not really wanting to go into details.
"I was worried you might have an injury. I've never pummelled you on the physio table yet," he said, straight-faced. She tried, only semi-successfully, to suppress a giggle.
"Are you on there often?" she asked.
"All the time with pulled muscles," he replied, again with a perfectly straight delivery, as he started stretching to warm up.
I'd pull your muscle for you, and more! she thought as she turned and started her arm pulls. And then a plan hatched...
On the fifth repetition, she gave a short scream and clutched her shoulder. The instructor rushed over.
"I felt a pain in my shoulder blade!" she winced. He took her arm and manoeuvred it around gently. She let a little moan escape as he raised it above her shoulder.
"Looks like I'm finally going to get the pleasure of laying you on the physio table after all," he announced with just a hint of a smile.
They entered the physio room, and he slid the "occupied" sign across and latched the door.
"Lie on your front on the table, with your chin resting on your arms," he instructed. She obeyed, wondering what he might do. She closed her eyes and waited. She sensed him moving around the table to stand in front of her. He placed his strong hands between her shoulder blades and began applying circles of pressure to the muscles. It felt nice. She opened her eyes slightly.
"Oh my goodness!" she blurted out, realising his bulge was inches from her face, close enough to see a clear outline of his cock.
"Did I find the problem spot just then?" she heard him ask.
"Umm, oh... yes," she replied, grabbing the opportunity to cover the real reason for her outburst.
"Hmm, I'm not being funny, but it might be easier if you take your top off. Would you be comfortable with that?" he asked, slightly shyly. She thought about it.
"Yes, no problem," she answered, trying to sound as if she were accepting the most natural request in the world rather than being a horny nymphomaniac who'd love to show the hot guy her tits! She sat up and pulled her light blue workout T-shirt over her head. Next came the sports bra, allowing her heavy breasts to hang free. She resisted the instinct to wrap her arms across them, deliberately pausing to fold the T-shirt and bra and place them carefully to one side, giving him plenty of opportunity to gaze at her. She glanced up to see whether he was looking, but his eyes were fixed on the ceiling with almost heroic discipline. She knew she had great breasts, and no red-blooded man had ever turned down the chance to admire them. She lay back down on her front, wondering whether her instructor was gay, or just very, very professional. Either would be a shame. She felt his fingers start kneading her neck and shoulders and decided to enjoy the massage while she pondered.
"Do you have a bucket list?" he asked, making small talk.
"Yes. You?" she answered, while thinking she might add those two footballers to hers.
"Yes, and I achieved one today. I finally got to see your incredible breasts."
Unable to believe her ears, she opened her eyes, only to be confronted by his tight shorts. Very tight shorts. Very tight shorts because his cock was almost bursting out of them.
"Really? Why?" she responded to his revelation.
"Are you kidding? Do you know how hard it is to keep my mind on my job and not get visibly aroused by the sight of your tits bouncing around?"
His confession made her laugh, mostly from relief. So, not gay, then. The ceiling-staring suddenly made perfect sense.
"How ironic. Do you know that every woman in your class, and at least two men, would love to see what you look like when aroused?" she told him.
There was a pause, but she suddenly sensed the sexual tension in the air. Who would break it?
"Why don't you find out?" he finally asked.
Tentatively, she reached for the waistband of his shorts, pulling them away from his body and over the bulge of his cock. It popped free, standing to glorious attention, ready to serve her. She pushed the shorts down far enough to see his full, long, thick hard-on, complete with two heavy balls hanging below in a neatly trimmed sack.
"Well, hello, soldier!" she said to it. Then, cupping his balls in one hand, she wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his thick shaft. She began moving her hand slowly up and down just below the head, already wet with precum.
"Oh God," he groaned. "That's another one ticked off the list."
"Is this on the list?" she asked. She released her grip briefly to move herself up the table, then took his cock in her hand again and guided him into her mouth. The head was hot, and the precum tasted slightly salty as she rubbed her tongue around the sides of his shaft and along the sensitive underside. He continued massaging her shoulders but paused and groaned again, louder than before, as she pleasured him.
She wondered what the rest of the gym class would think of her, sucking the cock and caressing the balls of this much younger man. She was sure a couple of the bitchy ones would have something judgemental to say, but she also knew every single one of them would swap places with her in a heartbeat. Maybe some of them would get the chance one day, but she decided to make sure this young stud never, ever forgot the experienced older woman who was working his cock right now. So she took him a little deeper into her mouth and really worked her tongue on all the sensitive parts of the head while her hand pulled at the lower half of his shaft. She hit a nice, steady rhythm. There was no more massaging from him now, as she'd taken him to a place of pure, unadulterated pleasure. For all his rippling muscles, she had the only one that mattered in her mouth. She felt his hands gently cradle her head, and he began adding a little thrust to her rhythm.
"Oh, YEESSSSS!" he cried.
She felt a pulse along the underside of his cock, passing through her hand and along her tongue towards the back of her mouth. His warm cum exploded into her mouth, and she continued working him with her mouth and hand, milking him. A second pulse followed, then a third and a fourth, each producing a powerful fountain that she hungrily tried to swallow because she didn't want to waste a single drop. When the pulses stopped, she gave him half a dozen long, deep sucks just to make sure none had escaped down the side before releasing him. She looked up and saw him leaning over her, resting his hands on the corners of the table, still breathing heavily.
"That was the most earth-shattering experience of my life," he gasped.
"That's what experience brings you," she said with a smile. "You're a very lucky boy, though. Most of the time I insist my lovers come at the same time as me."
"Not that I'm in any way complaining, but why do I get treated differently?" he asked, fixing her gaze.
"Because I know you're fit. Young men have amazing powers of recovery, as well as big egos, so we're going to put all those big muscles to good use giving me the fucking I richly deserve after that blowjob!"
"OK, my hot little MILF," the instructor said, still holding her gaze, "you are going to get the fucking I've been itching to give you since the very first day you entered my gym class."
Stepping back, he made a show of slowly removing his vest, taking care to stretch all his torso muscles for her enjoyment. He then removed his shorts, socks and trainers and stood motionless, letting her drink in his body.
"You may have all the experience, but a lot of work has gone into this physique, and you're about to get the full benefit." A little surge of excitement ran through her. He stepped towards the table, and his cock dangled inches from her face.
"Turn over," he commanded. She shuffled over, relieved that her poor breasts were no longer squashed against the table. He placed his hands on her shoulders and ran them down the sides of her rib cage before moving under each breast, lifting their weight in his strong hands and caressing them with gentle circular motions.
"Mmm, that's lovely," she purred softly. He leaned forward and began kissing them. Once again, the tension of the day began to leave her body with each caress and kiss. Above her face, his broad chest was only inches away. She ran her hands over it, finding the muscles firm beneath his skin, then wrapped her arms around his rib cage and lifted her head to place little butterfly kisses on his taut skin. She ran her hands down his sides to his hips and moved inwards, deciding to leave his cock alone (just for now) and instead running her fingertips over his tensed six-pack. She felt one of his hands leave her breasts and begin its own journey down her body. It passed the end of her rib cage and made a little circle around her belly button before continuing to the top of her skin-tight, two-tone workout leggings. She wondered if he was mirroring her movements and waiting for her to touch his cock, but no. She felt first one, then two fingertips slip under the waistband, followed by all four fingers and finally his whole hand. His fingertips reached the top of her trimmed pussy hair and paused, gently stroking it.
Oh God, come on! she wanted to scream. She'd been needing this all day! But she felt his hand push on between her legs, finding the little bulge beneath which her clit lived, and with his three longest fingers he pressed down and began moving in a steady circular motion.
"Oh God, thank you!" she exhaled in gratitude. "If I could reach your cock, I'd suck you off all over again."
"If you suck me off all over again, I'll need an ambulance to carry me out of here," he replied, slowly increasing the pressure on her hidden clit, while still not forgetting to caress her breast with his other hand and returning his mouth to her nipples.
His sucking changed to kisses, and he began to move down her body. He removed his hand from her leggings, moved both hands to her hips and eased the waistband over them. His six-pack moved over her hands, and then she felt something hard tap the back of one. She looked down and saw his cock, fully recovered, fully erect. She ran her hand along its underside to his balls, cupping them. They still felt heavy. She couldn't wait to have him inside her so she could drain what was left of his cum.
He moved away.
"Patience, my horny little MILF!" he said, moving to the foot of the table. He wrapped a strong arm around each of her thighs and pulled her gently down the table. Grabbing the waistband of her leggings, he pulled them down and off her legs. He made her wait, taking time to fold them carefully and place them with her top. Next he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her somewhat damp panties and slid them off. She spread her thighs wide, inviting him to do whatever he had in mind. No folding this time. He threw them to the side as he buried his face in her, his tongue immediately pushing inside, licking hungrily. He placed his thumb on her now exposed clit and continued the circular motions. She grabbed his head, arched her back and held him there between her legs. She realised how much she'd been waiting for this attention, moaning softly as his broad tongue pressed on her pussy lips, parting them to push deep inside. She wished she could watch from the side: the older woman lying on her back with her legs spread wide while the hot young man lapped away at her pussy, making her writhe and pant.
"On your feet," he commanded. She slid off the table and faced him. Grabbing her hips, he turned her around so she leaned forward and placed her hands on the table, ready to brace herself against what she hoped was coming next. She felt a hand slide down the back of her thigh to the knee.
"I know how very flexible you are," he whispered over her shoulder, and he lifted her knee up onto the table. She could do it, just, but the feeling of her pussy being spread so wide felt deliciously naughty. She felt the head of his cock glide under her arse cheeks, between her legs and towards her lips. She reached down and, after briefly rubbing the soft underside of his head, pushed him inside. She was so wet that he slid his full length in without any resistance. She briefly thought of the terrible day she'd had and decided it was totally worth it, to find herself bent over a physio table with a young man's long, thick, hot cock inside her, about to pummel her pussy.
Two footballers, a blond, a runner, she thought, with a private smile. And somehow it's all being done by one man.
"Now, let's see what these muscles can really do," he said, sounding almost threatening. He placed one hand on the base of her neck and the other around her waist, securing her body firmly against the pounding she was about to receive. He withdrew almost completely before returning his full length inside her. He began his rhythm, building momentum quickly. His thrusts were so powerful that he started to lift her pelvis at the end of each one, and the heel of her standing foot rose off the floor. She began to moan each time it happened. As the waves of pleasure radiated from her pussy, she felt her orgasm start to well up. She wondered how close he was, but then decided she didn't care. His thrusts now lifted her so high that her standing foot rose onto its tiptoes. She tipped over the edge, and ecstasy cascaded through her body, a wave of pleasure chasing all the stress and tension of the day away.
She lay flat on the table and tried to catch her breath. She felt his hard cock withdraw and figured he hadn't come, feeling a hint of disappointment. She felt his hands on her hips, so she stood and allowed him to turn her around.
"You didn't come inside me!" she said, chastising him with a pout.
"Not yet," he replied, with a twinkle in his eye. He wrapped his strong arms around her, pulled her to him and lifted her, sitting her on the edge of the table. He moved his hands between her thighs and down behind her knees, pushing her legs wide open. She had to extend her arms back to support herself. Once again, her pussy was wide open. She watched as he paused to run his eyes over her naked, sweaty body. She did the same, drinking in his broad shoulders and chest, his strong arms still holding her legs wide. She noticed a bead of sweat rolling down his six-pack, and then his thick thighs. Every one of those muscles was about to be devoted to her pleasure.
"Point me the right way," he asked quietly. She wrapped her fingers around his thick, hard shaft, now slippery from being covered in her pussy juice. She guided it towards her lips and let the tip enter. After a slight pause, he pushed the head in slowly. Her wet lips passed easily over it, but she was very, very sensitive, and as his cock head popped in, a shock of pleasure ripped through her pelvis.
He withdrew slightly until the tip of his cock was just held in place by her pussy lips, then re-entered slowly: another pop inside and another shock of pleasure. He did this a couple of times, each time releasing a shock of pleasure, but they were decreasingly intense as she got used to his head again. She fixed him with the best schoolteacher stare she usually reserved for recalcitrant trainees.
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard! And I want you to keep fucking me HARD until you've emptied every last drop of your cum inside me!" She shocked herself with her language, but he didn't seem fazed.
She gasped as he began again, sliding smoothly inside her. He felt even bigger. Was she tighter after her first orgasm, or was he even more turned on now? It didn't matter. She just revelled in feeling him enter and withdraw. After a whole day of neglect and teasing in the gym, her pussy was now receiving its second remorseless fucking of the night. She was so turned on, so sensitive, that she could feel every vein of his long shaft as it slid inside her. She stole a quick glance at him, gazing at his firm body, his muscles rippling under his young, taut skin, each thrust so effortless yet sending a rolling wave of ecstasy through her. A familiar feeling began to well up in her core, not unwelcome, but she wanted him to come with her. She tried to tense her pelvic floor more and began rolling her hips a little against him.
"Oh God!" he gasped, and she knew she had him. She threw her head back to enjoy the remaining ride, relishing the feel of another orgasm building and not caring how sore she'd be tomorrow. His thrusts became more urgent. On impulse, she threw her arms around his neck and began bucking on his cock, determined to have the rest of his cum inside her. He responded, sliding his hands under her arse to lift her clear of the table. She was helpless now, held up by his arms under her thighs, her full weight impaled on his cock. Just like the pull-up bars, she thought, and almost laughed. He somehow managed a few more thrusts before one final lift left her full weight on him, pushing him deeper inside her than ever. She felt every muscle in his body tense. Cum erupted from him deep inside her, just as one of the most intense orgasms of her life hit. As her pussy walls spasmed, she felt as if she was milking even more from his balls.
As the wave of ecstasy receded, he slowly lowered her, making sure she placed her feet firmly on the floor. Her feet weren't the problem, however. Her legs were like jelly, so she had to support her weight on the table behind her.
"Thank you," she said, breaking the silence. "You can't begin to imagine how much I needed that today."
"It was an absolute pleasure, although I'm not sure how I'm meant to stay focused during our next gym session," he replied, collecting his vest and shorts from the floor and beginning to get dressed.
"Am I now going to become a subject for the locker room banter between you boys?" she asked, still not feeling steady enough to walk across to her clothes, still neatly folded on the side.
"You already are," he smirked.
"Really? Why?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, every single one of the guys in the gym when you arrived today has mentioned how much he'd like to bed you," he said, holding eye contact. She remembered all those little fantasies she'd been having earlier, and a shiver of excitement surged through her.
"I'm not sure I want to become the gym bunny, working her way through all the young men here," she said, trying to avert his gaze. There was a silent pause. Eventually she looked back at him.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked playfully.