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Muscles
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Muscles
by
"Dragon Lady"
I thirty, and recently divorced. When I was married, we were very sexually
active. We had been married for 8 years and we were still fucking five or six
nights a week, sometimes two or three times a night. Now that my marriage is
over, I've been horny as hell. My pussy is lusting to be filled with a man's
hot, stiff rod. My husband left me because he said my slightly plump ass-cheeks
were marbled. I'm 5'5" and 135. Not as thin as I was when we got married, but
I've got a great set of 40D tits and everything is put together right. Feeling
lousy about myself, I decided to join a health club. Partially to get in shape,
and mainly to find the kind of man I wanted.
As I entered the health club for the first time, my eyes feasted on a man with
muscles like a weight-lifting champion. Fantisizing his swollen organ in my hot
cunt, I rubbed my thighs together . My clit stiffened when my pussy lips
rubbed it, making me wet my black silk panties. In the locker room, I quickly
stripped and pulled on the skin-tight blue leotard. Finding an exercise bike
that gave me a good view of the bodybuilder, I mounted and pumped my legs up and
down while watching the weight-lifter's muscles harden and twitch. I pressed my
erect clit onto the bike seat, pumping faster and faster, making my hot-box even
hotter. I noticed the man eyeing my sweating body. I gave him my come-hither
smile, as I leaned forward, exposing the tops of my 40's. My thoughts were on
making the body-builder do all the things my husband wouldn't do.
He wouldn't butt-fuck me nor eat me, and he wouldn't let me take his
seven-incher into my mouth. I love to suck cock. I sucked every one of my
lovers before him. I thought when we married he would learn to enjoy it. Many
times I kissed his hairy chest and stomach, moving toward his love-pole. He
always pulled my head back. I was determined that my next lover would fuck me
like me ex never would.
We watched each other sweat. I pictured our sweaty bodies intwined, skin
sliding against skin as we fucked each other into exhaustion. I pumped my last
few strokes and pressed my clit against the seat. I started to cum. I moaned
softly once and then fought to be quiet as the waves of pleasure flowed through
me.
My orgasm subsided, and I threw my right leg over the black leather seat. I
looked up and he was walking toward me. He must have heard me moan. His musky
sweat-odor made my nipples strain against the blue leotard. "Ma'am, the bike
groaned like it needs fixing." I smiled as I dismounted, and made sure I fell
against him. His body was as hard as my nipples, and was as wet as my pussy.
"The bikes fine, but I think that you can fix me and I can do things to you that
you never imagined," I purred.
He grabbed my hand and led me to another room, locking the door behind us. With
a quick jerk, he stripped my body. As he dropped his sweat-soaked exercise suit,
his nine inches of hardened love-muscle beckoned me. Freezing in my tracks, I
wondered if I could handle that much meat in my pussy or other love spots. He
laid me on a tilting exercise board and pushed the start button. I was tilted
upside-down, facing his throbbing love stick. As he pushed it towards me I
closed my eyes.
My lips touched it and it was soft and tasted sweet. Opening my eyes, I ran my
tongue up and down his silky pole. My drool mixed with his sweat making it slip
smoothly in and out.
"Do you like my cock?"
"Oh yes, you're big." I closed my lips over the mushroom-shaped head.
"Can I eat your cunt?" he moaned.
"Oh yesssssss." His tongue flicked out like a snake's as he tounge fucked my
pussy. When his tongue stroked over my clit, I felt the beginning of an orgasm.
"Ohhhhh yes mooooore." He leveled the board and I jumped up. I pushed him down
and straddled his face. Taking his silky pole into my mouth, I sucked and
nibbled as my head bobbed up and down.Again and again, I sprayed his tongue with
my pussy's love-juices. His meaty pole got burning hot and I knew it was time to
fuck.
"Ram your meat into me," I cried, as we changed places. Spreading my thighs
wide, I steered his hot rod into my pussy. He slid inside me up to the hilt. I
groaned, partially from pain, but mostly because his cock filled me up,
spreading my pussy lips wide. He pounded faster and faster. It was hard as
steel, and I closed my pussy muscles around it. He moaned loudly and shoved
himself deep inside my cunt as he filled my hot pussy with his hot cum.
We took a shower together, carefully washing every inch of our bodies. Then we
did our exercise routine all over again. It took longer the second time, but it
was better. He has since moved in with me, so we can exercise at home. And he
thinks my ass-cheeks are dimpled, not marbled.
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