Diamond In The Buff | Chapter 7: Deep Cuts

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     “What the FUCK Becca!” Lindsey’s voice echoed through the cavernous gym. “What the ACTUAL FUCK!”

     Becca was upstairs training a fitness client when Lindsey made an alarmingly dramatic entrance, shoving the doors open so hard they rattled the walls.

     “BECCA GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE” Lindsey’s voice had an edge sharp enough to slice a tomato.

     Swallowing nervously, Becca peeked over the second floor balcony to see Lindsey standing in the middle of the gym – face red as a beet – shouting loud enough to make the men and women around her put down their weights and pay attention.

     Connecting the dots, Becca’s racing mind realized there was only one thing that could have gotten her freckled friend so angry… that damned photo. Lindsey must know about the sneaky candid Becca had taken in the changing room. But how? What did that idiot Mike do?!

     “Hey, you stay right there!” Lindsey pointed at a big guy slowly edging towards the exit. “Nobody leaves until I find out who’s responsible!” The guy froze like an escaping prisoner caught in a searchlight.

     In three quick strides, Lindsey was standing at the exit doors, gripping a handle in each hand. Then with menacing slowness, the redhead twisted the metal handles, bending them out of shape.

     Metal creaked and groaned as the handles crumpled under the pressure of Lindsey’s furious grip, until each one popped off in her hands.

     She dropped the hunks of twisted metal as the rest of the gym stared in disbelief.

     “None of you are leaving until I get what I want.” Lindsey crossed her arms and glared at the assembled gym rats. “Everyone come over here and line up. Now!”

     “H-hey Big Red… I can explain.” Becca piped up timidly from the upstairs balcony. “Let’s talk, just you and me.”

     “Oh no no no, you’re the one who made this shit public Becca, we’re gonna talk right here.”

     All heads turned to watch Becca jog down the stairs, wearing the nervous expression of a kid being sent to the principal’s office. Whispers began to circulate through the gathering crowd.

     “Woah, is this one of Becca’s ex’s?” Asked one girl.

     “I heard they been spending a lotta time together outside the gym.” Murmured another one of Becca’s clients.

     “Yeah weren’t they dating?”

     “Oh shit, it’s her.” Rory snorted. The overly-tanned bodybuilder recognized where he’d seen that cute face before…. and that massive body.

     The raging redhead was currently covered up in a GRANITE logo sweatshirt and baggy track pants, but her freckled face was unmistakable. Rory recognized her as that dickgirl from the picture on Mike’s phone.

     “Ooh boy, this looks like it could get messy.” Mike whispered under his breath. He was standing next to Rory, turning paler by the second as he realized he might be involved in this unfolding drama. Or even worse, stuck in the very center of it.

     “Becca’s baby daddy looks mad.” Rory smirked.

     “Shut up dude, this is your fault.” Mike hissed, moving behind the cover of Rory’s bulky body, where he hoped to hide from the redhead’s wrath.

     Becca approached the fuming futa gingerly, chewing on her bottom lip with a nervous smile.

     “Why did you take this?!” Lindsey shouted, holding her phone in Becca’s face. The candid photo of Lindsey in the changing room lit up the screen, pixels blazing lewdly for the world to see.

     “I trusted you Becca!” Tears were welling up in Lindsey’s eyes. “I trusted you with my secret and you fucking betrayed me! For what?”

     Becca’s words cascaded out in a tangled mess of explanations. “Lindsey I didn’t– I mean I did but I wasn’t going to– I mean it wasn’t supposed to– It was just… one…”

     “Why?! Just bragging to your friends about your latest sex toy? Am I just a piece of meat to you? I told you what would happen if my secret got out!”

     “I know, Lindsey I have a problem, really, it’s–“ Becca stammered.

     “YOU have a problem? Becca this is gonna ruin my LIFE! I depended on that sponsorship for everything!” Lindsey blinked away her tears as her anger re-ignited.

     “I… I only took it to send to Mike, because I owed him one, and that was gonna be it, I swear! Never again!” Becca made eye contact with Mike like a deer caught in headlights.

     “You owed him one? And you couldn’t just buy him lunch, you had to break my trust and do the one thing that would ruin my sponsorship by letting my secret get out? What favor could you possibly owe him that’s worth fucking me over like that?”

     “Well he kinda… uh set you up for me… by being annoying on your first day so I could come to the rescue.” Becca said sheepishly.

     “Seriously? You guys are disgusting.” Lindsey noticed people were beginning to stare at the picture on her phone, so she put it back in her pocket.

     “You’ve just been laughing behind my back about how easy I was to manipulate? Well it was real to me Becca! I really liked you.”

     “It’s not like that Lindsey, I was… proud of you.” Becca’s voice was heavy.

     “Proud of yourself for bagging a freak like me because you’re too bored with all of this– what did you call it, cookie cutter coochie?” Lindsey waved her arm at the crowd.

     “Mike didn’t know about your dick!” Becca pleaded. “At the time, when he asked for a candid picture of you, he just wanted to see a buff chick’s rack, that’s all!” Becca gripped her forehead in anguish. She tried to open up.

     “In that moment I took the picture, I wasn’t thinking about how it could hurt you! I just wanted to troll Mike by making him look at a huge cock he wasn’t expecting to see. I thought it would be funny! I trusted him to keep it secret… just like you trusted me.”

     “Mike!” Lindsey yelled without taking her smouldering gaze off Becca.

     “It was Rory.” Mike’s voice croaked timidly from the back of the crowd.

     “What? Come here.” Lindsey demanded.

     “Rory did it.” Mike spoke up again, remaining hidden from Lindsey’s view. “I dunno how but Rory did something with the phot–ooww!”

     Rory smacked Mike on the back of the head, but it was too late. Lindsey made a beeline for them, and the crowd of people parted before her.

     “Tell me what happened. Becca sent you the photo?” Lindsey towered over Mike, a full head taller than him, and eye level with Rory’s 6’3” bulk.

     The boys took a step back instinctively, but Lindsey pressed forward, continuing to invade their personal space.

     “Dude, you’re fucked. Why’d you share that photo bro?” Rory chuckled as he pushed Mike into Lindsey’s path, figuratively and literally throwing his friend under the bus.

     Lindsey grabbed a fist full of Mike’s shirt and yanked him closer. “Tell me!”

     “Ahh! Becca sent me the photo, and then Rory took it and did who knows what! I basically had nothing to do with it!” Mike wailed as he braced for the redhead’s wrath.

     “Took it? You expect me to believe this meathead hacked your phone or something?”

     “Grabbed it right out of my hand! I didn’t LET him see it I swear, he just grabbed it!” Mike trembled in Lindsey’s grip.

     “And somehow it gets posted to a bodybuilding forum by someone named RowdyRory92.” Lindsey shifted her glare to Rory, who just rolled his eyes. “That was you obviously.”

     “Hey, I didn’t know it was a secret or whatever.” The 400lb bodybuilder crossed his arms defensively. “Maybe Mike just found that photo online, I wasn’t even sure it was real.”

     “So why did you start a thread on a forum and invite people to discuss my body?” Lindsey shouted. “The horrible shit those people are saying, it’s not just about hurting my feelings, it’s going to fuck up my whole life because I have a non-disclosure agreement!”

     “Wait, so you actually have a dick that big?” Rory pointed to her baggy pants.

     “It’s gonna be bad news for you if you ever see it buddy.” Lindsey said in a voice hard as stone.

     “But I didn’t actually give him the photo, I don’t know how he got it!” Mike was adamant about minimizing his involvement.

     “So?” Lindsey took a step closer to Rory. He refused to budge, so she stepped in close enough to press her breasts into his broad chest. “How and why did you steal that photo?”

     “Um, look bro.” Rory’s tough guy facade was beginning to crumble, and he took a step back. “I didn’t know this was gonna turn into a whole thing.”

     “Obviously.” Lindsey pressed closer. “You saw what I did to the door handles, right? You know I could twist your dick off like a grape stem?”

     Rory laughed nervously. “Okay psycho, I get it, you’re embarrassed everyone saw your freaky body, but I mean hey– that’s why you did all those drugs right? You wanted a sick fuggin’ body, I can get behind that.”

     Lindsey lunged for Rory’s crotch.

     She grabbed a fistful of his baggy sweatpants and pulled, ripping a hole in the fabric at the crotch. Whether she avoided grabbing his junk intentionally, or simply because it was so small, was hard to say.

     “What’s wrong, you don’t like someone else exposing your body in public without your permission?” Lindsey pushed Rory back with a firm hand on the chest, while her other hand tore away the waistband of his pants and underwear. “What’s the problem? It’s not a big deal, right?”

     Lindsey was frighteningly calm now, removing Rory’s pants with a few powerful tugs and pushing him back off balance where he stumbled and fell backwards on his ass.

     “Hey everyone, let’s rate Rory’s dick.” Lindsey turned and pointed at Mike. “What do you think about your friend’s cock, should he even be allowed to use the mens bathroom with that tiny clit of a dick?”

     Becca’s jaw dropped. This aggressiveness was so out of character for Lindsey. How could the shy girl she knew make such a scene in front of a whole crowd of people?

     As much as she wanted to lay low, Becca decided she needed to do something, if only to save Lindsey from herself.

     “Hey um, I think you made your point Lindz.” Becca smoothly put her arm around the redhead’s brawny back, hoping to soften her hard attitude.

     “I’ll deal with you later.” Lindsey growled.

     Becca gingerly withdrew her arm, skipping a few steps away to let Lindsey carry on with the public humiliation.

     “First I’m going to teach this little stick-dick a lesson.” Lindsey focused her attention on Rory like he was an ant under her magnifying glass.

     “Alright, so I shared the picture! You should be flattered. Doesn’t mean I deserve this.” Rory was sitting cross legged, covering his crotch with his ham-sized fists.

     “Oh you deserve a lot more than this.” Lindsey stalked towards him and Rory scrambled to get to his feet, running out of space to back up.

     She pinned him against the wall and grabbed his jaw roughly, jerking his face around like he was an unruly horse.

     “You want this to stop? Tell me what happened.” Lindsey had fire in her eyes and thunder in her veins. “How did you get the photo from Mike?”

     “Airdrop.” Rory croaked through squeezed lips. “I Airdropped it to myself from his phone.”

     “I’m surprised he actually knows how to do that.” Becca snarked from off to the side. “It’s like finding out your dog changed your wifi password.”

     “And why did you Airdrop it to yourself Rory?” Lindsey demanded, taking a bit too much pleasure in browbeating the bodybuilder.

     “I just wanted to look at… it… some more.” He shrugged.

     “It?” Lindsey grimaced.

     “You! Wanted to look at YOU some more, okay?”

     “Oh. Well why didn’t you just ask?” Lindsey’s demeanor suddenly calmed, like the stillness at the center of a storm. She released Rory and took a step back. “Were you afraid I’d shoot you down? Deflate that big swoll ego by saying no?”

     Rory resumed covering his privates now that Lindsey wasn’t standing in front of him anymore.

     “Don’t pretend you haven’t made eye contact with me a dozen times before, you’ve seen me training here with Becca.” Lindsey put her hands on her hips.

     “Don’t be such a little bitch about it and perv on my stolen nudes. Tell me what you really want.”

     “Look I’m not gay okay?” Rory – red as he was from the spray tan – turned a shade darker in embarrassment.

     “Just cause I wanted to see your dick doesn’t make me gay alright? Dude it’s like the biggest fucking cock anybody’s ever seen bruh, gimme a break!”

     Lindsey’s lips drew up into a cruel smile. “So just say ‘Excuse me Miss, I heard you have a really, reeealllly big dick, and I really want to know how much bigger it is than mine. May I please see it?” She fluttered her eyelashes with mock innocence.

     “Hey you don’t have to–“ Rory tried to back-peddle but Lindsey wouldn’t let the lug-nut out of her clamps.

     “Say it. Say what you really wanted, but didn’t have the balls to admit. I want to hear it in your own words.”

     The crowd waited in hushed silence, eating up the unexpected melodrama.

     “Uhhm, yea so like, that picture was really crazy dude– uh, I mean Miss. Ma’am. Like, I’ve never seen such a dope shredded body on a girl before, and that junk you got is like, deadass world class, you know? I legit thought it was fake but kinda wished it was real cause that would be pretty epic so, uhh, can I see it?”

     “You just wanna see my dick?” Lindsey asked innocently, batting her eyelashes again. “Or you want to see the rest of me? Cause I’ll take my dick out right here if that’s all you want to see.”

     “Uh. Well not just your dick.” Rory looked like he was turning purple. “It’s like, the whole package that I was… mirin’… I mean wantin’ to check out some more.”

     “Okay. Sure.” Lindsey said matter of factly as she suddenly ripped her sweatshirt in half, splitting the GRANITE logo and picture of Becca down the middle. Then she brought her arms forward, causing her bulging back to burst through the remainder of the sweatshirt.

     Underneath, her densely-muscled torso was naked, not even covered by a bra. Becca watched in stunned silence as Lindsey stripped away the tattered sleeves of her sweater and stood topless and bare-chested before the assembled crowd.

     The silence was broken by gasps, hoots, and “yea baby’s” to cheer Lindsey on. A majority of the crowd were women, most of them Becca’s clients. Everyone seemed to agree that the redhead’s heavily-developed upper body was worthy of appreciation.

     Chiseled and defined slabs of stone in the redhead’s craggy back bunched and crunched as she spread her lats wide, boulders rolling under her smooth freckled skin.

     For a moment Becca was lost in the sheer latitude of Lindsey’s lats, mentally congratulating her client for the insane V-taper down to her narrow waist.

     Then Becca remembered Lindsey would probably not be her client anymore. Not after today. Her heart sank.

     The old Lindsey was such a shy and nervous creature, desperate to avoid attention. How could she be basking in it now, giving these strangers a topless flexing show?

     Was that shy creature Becca had adored simply gone now? Metamorphosed into this avenging angel full of the fury of heaven and hell combined? Becca hoped Lindsey still had a heart in there somewhere under all the muscle, and that it still beat for her.

     “So, I want you guys to tell me...” Lindsey turned to face the crowd. They were all staring at her tits. The massive freckle-dusted melons sat high and proud on her muscular pecs, looking heavy, full, and perfectly natural. “How many of you saw that naked picture of me?”

     A few hands went up in the crowd. Then a few more. Eventually everyone had their hand raised except one woman. Lindsey looked at her expectantly, raising an eyebrow.

     “Well I saw it on your phone just now when you showed us.” The woman admitted with an apologetic shrug and raised her hand too.

     “Okay, so you’ve ALL seen it. Now my secret’s out, there’s no point in hiding anymore. So fine, I’ll show you what you’re all so curious about.”

     Turning back to face Rory, Lindsey ripped her pants away with a quick yank of one hand.

     They were not breakaway pants.

     The freckled futa was fully naked now, her enormous cock flopping out to hang between her densely muscled quads. Flaccid and veiny, the thick trunk of girl meat was so long, her foreskin-covered tip hung down to her knees.

     The display of her naked, powerful, fully-equipped body was met with stunned silence for a moment. Then everyone started talking at once.

     Nobody was prepared to see such an absolute unit in the flesh. Some were upset, some were enamored, all were provoked into some kind of emotional reaction.

     Wearing nothing but her athletic shoes, Lindsey began to stretch her naked muscular body in the cool gym air, appearing as comfortable as if she was alone in her bedroom.

     Shredded sinews and fibers bunched and bristled under her skin as Lindsey twisted her hips and pointed her toes. The deep cuts of her muscles were so clearly defined under the gym’s harsh overhead lighting, combined with her pale skin she looked like a living marble statue on display in an art gallery.

     Becca was the only person not fully absorbed in gawking at the futa’s statuesque figure – only because she’d seen it before.

     Scanning the crowd to take in the mix of reactions, Becca noticed one girl was holding her phone in a suspiciously awkward way.

     Becca knew the move well. She used it herself when she was discreetly filming one of her clients, holding her phone so the screen was out of view, shooting blind from the hip.

     “Hey Red.” Becca got Lindsey’s attention, then nodded towards the girl with the phone.

     Lindsey saw it, and walked up to the candid camerawoman. Before the blonde girl could put her phone away, Lindsey gently took it from her hands.

     Staring disdainfully into the lens, Lindsey squeezed. The glass shattered, the frame popped, as she slowly crushed the phone into a lump of mangled metal.

     “Okay we get it, you have really strong hands.” Rory joked.

     “Alright you know what? Let’s do this.” Lindsey marched over to the meathead and grabbed his shirt, pulling him to the center of the crowd.

     “Ahh please don’t twist my dick off like a grape stem!” Rory pleaded.

     “You’re prepping for a bodybuilding contest, right? When is it?” Lindsey held Rory in place with a firm hand on his shoulder while she tore off his shirt.

     Now they were both naked except for their shoes. Her pale chiseled body looking like a marble statue standing next to the heap of smoked beef jerky that Rory’s gnarled and spray-tanned body resembled.

     Lindsey waited for an answer but the lumpy lunk couldn’t respond, he was too busy staring at the enormous meat pendulum swinging from Lindsey’s lean hips. Her baguette dwarfed his pickle like a loaf of bread sitting next to a hot dog.

     “His show is this weekend.” Becca chimed in.

     “So you’re in peak contest shape huh? You seem pretty big I suppose. Think you’re gonna win?” Lindsey gave his bulging body a visual pat-down, taking note of all the major muscle groups.

     He didn’t answer so she kept talking.

     “I wonder what would happen if I stepped onto that stage at the contest?” Lindsey swelled out her chest and took a wide powerful stance, flaring her lats out to take up as much space as possible. “Would it embarrass you guys that my muscles are bigger than yours? And I don’t even train for competitions.”

     Lindsey flexed one perfect chiseled bicep, then the other, then both, giving everyone plenty of time to study them.

     “You would definitely put those dudes to shame Lindsey.” Mike fawned, trying to follow Becca’s lead in saddling Rory with all the blame for their shared mistake. “You’re a lot bigger and way better conditioned too, the Judges would be crazy not to pick you.”

     “Oh yea?” Lindsey’s face lit up in a gleeful smile. She raised her arms up over her head, folded her hands behind her neck, and simultaneously flexed her abs and biceps in a classic bodybuilding pose. “You think this is the kind of physique the judges are looking for?”

     Lindsey’s cobblestone abs crunched into sharp definition, ridges and bulges leading to more sleek muscle shapes that wrapped around her torso like interlocking armor plating.

     Several of the gym rats were moaning or groaning at Lindsey’s incredible abdominal flexing. One woman cried out “Good lord you’re fucking fine girl!” quite a bit louder than she meant to.

     “So you guys like my body huh?” Lindsey asked the crowd. She saw a lot of vigorous nodding and agreeable murmurs.

     “You don’t think I’m a disgusting freak of nature?” Lindsey extended one leg straight and pointed her toe, flexing her huge quad, which mostly hid her flaccid cock behind it’s thunderous bulk.

     “More like a freak of science!” Rory said in what he thought was an encouraging tone. “All those steroids you took really worked, you look jacked as fuck!”

     “I’ve never taken steroids.” Lindsey chuckled, her abs rippling in sharp contrast to her statement. “It’s literally just my genetics.”

     “Nah. Impossible you got those shapes and all that mass without juicing.” Rory shook his head dismissively.

     “You know what else is impossible?” Lindsey asked wryly.

     She reached down and slapped her open palm on her cock shaft, gripping as much of the girthy pipe as she could with her slender fingers. Squeezing tight, her hand mashed and pulled at the flaccid flank steak, showing it was still soft, and definitely real.

     To underscore her point she lifted and dropped her dick so it slapped against her thighs with a meaty smack that echoed throughout the gym.

     “Still think it’s fake?”

     “Pshh. Does that thing even get hard?” Rory guffawed.

     “Oh you’re gonna find out.” Lindsey said in her sharpest tone.

     Walking over to the dumbells, she asked “how much do you curl?

     “Uh, 55?” Rory couldn’t figure out if he should exaggerate or not, so the truth is what he blurted out.

     “Alright I’ll do a 55 and a 65 then, watch this.” Lindsey gripped both dumbbells in one hand and began to curl them, their handles crossed in her palm. Her chiseled bicep exploded into high definition with every pump of the combined 120 lbs weight. A thick vein snaking down her bicep swelled visibly thicker as she pumped.

     “How many reps Rory?” Lindsey asked innocently, making a show of how little effort she was exerting.

     “Uhh, not as many as you’re doin.” He replied, embarrassed Lindsey had already passed his personal best without knowing, trying, or caring.

     “How many reps do you think I can do with this weight?” Lindsey grinned, becoming more comfortable in her birthday suit with every rep.

     Working out naked in front of an audience just made her feel like she was at the clinic performing strength tests. Only this time, instead of an invisible audience hidden behind a mirror, Lindsey could see every one of her ogling observers, and watch their reactions in real time.

     She decided she liked this much better. A flex of her arm, and dozens of eyebrows would raise up in concert with her bicep. A twist of her wrist, and jaws would drop as her tricep exploded into jagged crags and sharp edges, like a granite cliffside exploded with dynamite. She could make music, conducting her choir through a chorus of oohs and aahs with graceful sweeps of her arms.

     Yes, Lindsey much preferred an interactive audience.

7.2

     “You.” Lindsey pointed to a cute blonde girl in the crowd, wearing a matching hot pink sports bra and yoga pants. “How many reps do you think I can do?”

     “Um, fifty?” The girl ventured cautiously. Lindsey had singled out the same girl who’d tried to film her earlier and lost her phone as punishment.

     “Okay, what will you give me if I do more than fifty?” Lindsey asked playfully, continuing to power out bicep curls.

     “Uhh… how about like, a kiss?” The blonde girl offered hopefully, trying to guess what the naked futa might be after.

     “Ooh, alright! Then you better start counting.” Lindsey made meaningful eye contact with Becca as the girl in pink began to count out her reps aloud.

     “What’s your name?” Lindsey demanded, pumping her arm at a brisk pace.

     “Six– Kayla! Seven. Eight.” The blonde shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, rubbing her thighs together.

     Becca recognized it as the restless thigh shuffling of a painfully horny girl rubbing her stiff clit against her clothes as she fidgeted.

     To be fair, this girl was in the hot seat. The anticipation of a kiss was making Becca feel fidgety too.

     “Come here Kayla. Stand right here. Keep counting.” Lindsey invited her in a cheerful but firm tone.

     Kayla did as she was told, standing obediently before the naked futa. The girl’s eyes kept darting between Lindsey’s biceps and cock.

     “Seventeen. Eighteen. N-ninteen.” Her concentration was beginning to waver as she stepped closer to the futa’s pumping peaks.

     “No, right over here.” Lindsey commanded Kayla to stand directly in front of her, a few feet away at arms length.

     The blonde girl obeyed, standing at attention with her hands behind her back. She noticed Lindsey’s bicep curls were speeding up.

     “Thirty-two. Thirty-three” Kayla stared at Lindsey’s cock. Did it just move? “Thirtyfour-thirtyfive-thirtysix–”

     “Don’t worry Kayla, I won’t make you explain why you were filming me.” Lindsey exhaled between measured breaths, now showing some signs of exertion. “I already know why.”

     The crowd was slowly inching in closer, forming a circle around Lindsey, Rory, and Kayla, so everyone could get a good look at the action. Rory hadn’t dared try to escape, he was just relieved nobody was focusing on him.

     “You were gonna masturbate to that video of me, later, by yourself, and fantasize about fucking me, but for some reason you’d never actually talk to me.”

     Kayla was thankful the counting was keeping her mouth too busy to respond to a statement like that.

     “I bet right now, you want to touch my bicep, don’t you?” Lindsey taunted the blonde girl. “Feel how hard and pumped it’s getting, huh?”

     Kayla chewed her lip and nodded vigorously. “Thirty-nine. Forty.”

     “But I’m not going to let you, ‘cause you were too much of a pussy to flirt with me like a real woman.”

     Kayla’s voice cracked as she counted closer to fifty. Lindsey’s cock twitched again, like an off-board motor needing several strokes to get running.

     Watching the blonde girl squirm was really turning Lindsey on. She felt no remorse about forcing Kayla to participate in this public performance. Lindsey knew the unscrupulous blonde wanted her badly enough to commit a crime by filming her. Kayla would be getting off too easy if she simply had her phone crushed. She needed to be taught a lesson. Respectfully, but firmly.

     The redhead’s redwood was rapidly engorging, growing like a time-lapse video of a forest mushroom.

     “Forty-two. F-forty-th-three.” Kayla was losing her composure as Lindsey’s cock hardened and fattened, swelling to an even more impossible size. It was throbbing and twitching closer to Kayla with every rep, as Lindsey’s erection levered up closer to horizontal, bringing the apple-sized tip closer to Kayla’s crotch, inch by bobbing inch.

     “Stay right there Kayla.” Lindsey grunted, powering out the last few bicep curls she needed to earn her kiss. She just needed to get a little harder…

     “Forty-seven, oh fuc- forty-eight, fuck forty-nine!” Kayla was holding her ground but getting weak at the knees. She put her hands on top of her head like she was under arrest, afraid to touch anything she wasn’t allowed to.

     “Fifty! Ohgod– fuck!” Kayla blurted as Lindsey’s dick bumped against her swollen clit. The bulge of her bean showed clearly through her tight pink pants.

     “You just– hoh gawd!” A wet spot suddenly appeared, as Kayla began to gush through her hot pink yoga pants.

     Lindsey flexed her cock, pushing Kayla’s button again, making the girl gasp and cry out in pleasure.

     “Gah– fughh fuhhh!” Kayla was blushing hard, eyes watering as she climaxed loudly and messily in front of everyone.

     The freckled futa flexed her shaft again, ramrod straight and hard as iron. She thrust the gnarled log into the blonde girl’s thigh gap, sliding her hard wood back and forth so the flared ridge of her glans rammed against Kayla’s pulsing clit.

     “Nyaahh– oh god, this is too fucking– aughh!” Kayla bent over double, leaning her weight on Lindsey’s cock with both arms, pulling herself back and forth along Lindsey’s log ride.

     Women in the crowd hooted and cheered for Kayla’s visceral climax. The men mostly watched in silence.

     Lindsey pushed her hips forward and lifted Kayla’s shuddering body off the ground. The girl’s thighs wrapped tightly around Lindsey’s girth, soft flesh enveloping hard cock meat.

     Reaching out to cup a hand around the back of Kayla’s neck, and another around the small of her back, Lindsey pulled her in close and kissed the quivering blonde while she was still cumming.

     Her moans echoed off the walls as she melted into Lindsey’s brawny arms. Kayla’s hips frantically rutted against the futa’s girthy steel girder, getting off on Lindsey’s body in the most literal sense.

     Soon Kayla was gasping for air and shaking with the aftershocks of her climax. Her knuckles were white as she held on to Lindsey.

     Becca clenched her ass reflexively as she braced for what might happen next, she really had no idea at this point.

7.3

     Gently laying Kayla’s shivering body down on a bench, Lindsey wiped the sweat from her brow. The freckled futa had a light sheen glistening on her neck and chest, but she hadn’t even begun to push her limits yet.

     “What was that you said about never getting hard?” Lindsey pointed her cannon in Rory’s direction and flexed it suggestively. A spurt of clear precum fired out to splat several feet away, almost reaching his shoes.

     The way her feral sausage bucked and bounced with vigor underscored her point. It swung like a pendulum under it’s own weight, hypnotizing the crowd.

     When she flexed it, the barrel of her cannon stiffened and pointed straight ahead, recoiling like a pump-action shotgun with every squirt of precum.

     “Jeezus, you could kill someone with that thing.” Rory sputtered.

     “Yeah.” Lindsey agreed casually. “I could.”

     Rory took a step back, but the crowd moved to keep him in the center of the circle.

     “Of course you could say the same about my hands.” She cracked her knuckles.

     “Or my pecs.” Lindsey brought her fingertips together in an elegant diamond, pressing firmly to bring out all the striated fibers of her densely ripped pectorals.

     When she wasn’t flexing, the swells of Lindsey’s chest were smooth and sleek like a sports car, but her pectorals became a craggy canyon of chiseled cliffsides when she hit the right pose.

     “Or my legs, I mean any part of me really.” Lindsey’s teardrop quads burst out in sharp, feathered definition as she straightened her legs. “Lucky for you, I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just want you all to show me the respect I deserve.”

     “Slay queen.” Rory offered timidly, apparently feeling the need to say something.

     “Becca. Go get me a measuring tape.” Lindsey demanded to the room in general. Becca scrambled to obey.

     “Indulge me Rory, I just want to see how I compare to someone who takes this bodybuilding thing as seriously as you do… bro.” Lindsey’s voice was playful but her expression was dead serious.

     “Whatever floats your boat.” Rory shrugged, finally moving his hands away from his crotch as he gave up on trying to save face. Now he was just hoping to make it through the day with his asshole intact.

     “And hey, it is a FLOATIN’! That’s a fuckin’ unit right there.” Rory attempted to fill the silence with some half-hearted bluster.

     “Thanks.” Lindsey crossed her arms and cocked her hips to the side, still sporting a fiercely firm erection that jutted out horizontally from her hips.

     “I actually used to be really self-conscious about how big it was.”

     Mike, Becca, and Rory all started talking over each other trying to speak their mind.

     “I said ‘used to’–” Lindsey cut them off.

     She looked down at her body, lifting her breasts to reveal the full slate of shredded abdominal armor underneath.

     “Just like I used to hate my freckles, but now people tell me they’re cute.” She pouted at Becca.

     Becca approached holding out the measuring tape, offering it with a sheepish grin like all might be forgiven now.

     “Measure him first.” Lindsey thrust her chin towards Rory.

     “Awh the fuck?! What?” Becca bristled. “Why do I have to do it, I hate this dingus.”

     Becca’s grumbling stopped when it dawned on her that hating this dingus was precisely why she was being forced to do it.

     “Gahd damnit. Alright let’s see that pickle.” Becca unrolled about 6 inches of measuring tape. It was a little more than she needed.

     “You hold it out, I’m not touching it.” Becca leaned away from the bulky naked man she despised having to call a coworker.

     Rory just rolled his eyes and disassociated from the humiliating experience, impatiently waiting for it to end as he held his hot dog out for Becca to measure.

     Closing one eye, Becca held the tape near enough to Rory’s junk to eyeball it, then leapt away like it was radioactive. “Five inches! That’s five inches folks, official measurement and let us never speak of this again.”

     “This whole sport is a dick measuring contest anyway.” Lindsey walked up to Becca and presented herself, hands on hips, chin held high with confident poise. “Might as well just put mine on the table and see how I compare.”

     “Whoof– and this is, lemme see...” Becca cleared her throat and squeezed the middle of Lindsey’s erect shaft like she was testing an avocado for firmness. “Yup that’s a hard cock alright. Oof that’s a python lemme tell ya folks!”

     “Becca, you acting like a carnival barker is not helping me feel like less of a freak-show.” Lindsey chuckled, abs flexing with laughter as Becca unfurled the roll of tape.

     “Forty-threeee inches! Holee shmap.” Becca was gobsmacked by the number she was seeing on the tape measure. She had it running along the topside of the futa’s veiny trunk, wrapped around the tip and held in place by delicate fingers encircling her cock head.

     Becca began to twist and stroke her hands around Lindsey’s erection, but as soon the measurement was taken, Lindsey stepped away, pulling her cock out of Becca’s hot little hands.

     “Thanks Becca, you’re done for now.” Lindsey turned her back on her trainer and faced the rest of the gym. “You can just watch until I’m done with everyone else.”

     Becca Bloom disliked many aspects of what was happening at her gym today, but she especially disliked the way her favorite ex-client had just said done with everyone else.

7.4

     “So, who else wants to take a ride on me, like Kayla did?” Lindsey asked the crowd. In the silence that followed, collective attention shifted over to Kayla, still sprawled on a bench catching her breath. Her leggings were completely soaked.

     “No penetration, just a little nub rubbing. I promise it feels really good.” Lindsey asked as sweetly as if she were offering them a plate of freshly baked cookies.

     Three women stepped forward hesitantly, looking at each other with shared expressions of excitement and disbelief that this surreal encounter was really happening.

     The first woman to step up was a young black physique competitor who Becca had been training for several years. Her body was slender but packed with some exceptional chest and shoulder development.

     Lindsey knew her name was Mel, because photos of the gorgeous girl were all over Becca’s Instagram (and Lindsey’s bookmarks). Mel was moderately famous for her hot selfies, always showing lots of skin and packing every inch of the screen full of her sleek pumped muscles.

     On more than one occasion, Lindsey had stroked herself for an entire fap session swiping through pictures of Mel in bikinis and gym clothes. Such was the attractive power of her capped delts and full lips. Lindsey had frequently fantasized about the physique competitor’s perky nipples pierced with silver rings, they were always so visible under her tight shirts.

     Today Mel was wearing a thin yellow tank top that did almost nothing to conceal her body. It clung so tightly to the curves of her overdeveloped pectorals it looked painted on. Pierced nipples stood proudly at attention, the yellow tank clinging tightly to accentuate their every detail. Lindsey couldn’t believe the girl she knew from Instagram was actually here in the flesh, pecs and all.

     The second woman to volunteer was a fresh-faced Korean bodybuilder who couldn’t have been more than 20, but had already built an impressively wide and powerful frame. She looked to be an even match for Becca’s own lightweight bodybuilding level of muscle, Becca noted with a frown. She was a little too cute, if you ask Becca– just unnecessarily, obnoxiously pretty.

     Her bulging quads and solid arms were long and full, swollen and defined without being too lean or shredded. A powerful blend of meaty and graceful. Her blue and white gym outfit was full of company logos written in another language. Becca had assumed it would be too difficult to acquire this exotic-looking oriental flower for her bouquet of clients.

     The third woman was an Icelandic Crossfitter turned camgirl named Isobel Hörsdóttir. After meeting Becca a few years ago and succumbing to her wily charms, the white-haired valkyrie had given up competing in CrossFit, got into ridiculously ripped shape for naughty photoshoots, and at Becca’s suggestion, gotten some massive bolt-on tits. Now her OnlyFans was ranked in the top 1% and Lindsey and Becca (as well as Mike and even Rory) had all joined it, like thousands of others.

     Isobel wasn’t big, but she was very lean, very hard, and VERY feminine. Large double-D cup breasts exploded out from her tightly muscled chest, dominating her frame and making the rest of her look even tighter. Her angular nordic jaw and cheekbones were strikingly beautiful, enhanced by full lips and icy glacier blue eyes.

     She was currently wearing a loose crop top over a tiny black bikini, with baggy sweatpants hiding her legs. Her white hair was braided close to her scalp in a fancy pattern that made her look like a Scandinavian spear maiden – as drawn by a horny fantasy artist who gave her gratuitously lewd proportions.

     “Am I tall enough to ride?” Isobel asked coyly as she walked up to Lindsey, tugging playfully on her long white braids.

     “Guess the line starts here.” Mel flashed pearly white teeth at Lindsey as she stepped up next to Isobel, planting a playful swat on the white girl’s glutes. Both being clients of Becca, Mel and Isobel were thick as thieves. They’d even gotten intimate on a few occasions, most memorably a threesome with Becca on the night of a contest, when they’d all shared a bottle of vodka and a hotel room.

     Lindsey had a moment of panic as her mind reeled, thrown off balance to see all these recognizable faces smiling at her with lustful eyes.

     They’d been here in the crowd the whole time – Lindsey remembered them cheering her on – she just hadn’t been thinking about the pictures of Mel and Isobel saved on her phone in her “emergency fap stash” folder. The pictures guaranteed to get her off in a pinch.

     Seeing Mel’s dark chocolate hand slapped on Bel’s creamy vanilla backside reminded Lindsey of one picture in particular that was burned in her memory.

     It was of Mel and Bel standing naked in a hot tub, bare asses and muscular backs facing the camera. A cloud of steam wafted up from their wet skin in the icy air, and their hands were each grabbing a meaty handful of the other’s flawless ass.

     The ebony and ivory contrast of their hands on each other’s butts was such an artistic image, like a yin yang. Lindsey’s imagination had been electrified by that picture. The way they were naked, led her to wondering if the two Instagram fitness celebrities had ever hooked up. Now she was about to find out.

     “Gotta say I’m really excited to meet you both, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve…” Lindsey hesitated, momentarily losing her nerve. What was she just about to say? Surely not… but why not?

     “I’ve jerked off to your pictures so many times!” Lindsey just went for it, blurting out what came to mind. It just felt right to keep following the momentum of being herself and trusting it would all work out.

     “Doesn’t everyone?” Mel smiled at Lindsey with dark impish eyes. The confidence she projected could be felt sizzling through the air like a hot coal.

     “Oh thank you baby, glad you’ve been having fun with us!” Isobel’s flirty reaction honed from many hours webcamming.

     “You look like a lot to handle.” Isobel traced her finger along one of Lindsey’s dick veins. The vein and finger were about the same size and thickness. “Can you actually fuck anyone with this thing or is it only for riding like a pony?”

     “Ask Becca, she took it like a champ.” Lindsey boasted loud enough so everyone could hear.

     The crowd chattered with gossip about the implications of all of this. Several of the men were clutching their partners possessively, but everyone was watching the show.

     “Hi what’s your name?” Lindsey asked the Korean girl, holding out her hand.

     “Hey. I’m Becky.” The girl shook Lindsey’s hand.

     Oh helllll fucking no – Becca’s thoughts raged at this final straw – Becky is waaay too close to Becca, absolutely not. She’s already got my black hair, flawless skin, cute as a button, and she’s got ALL the fucking GOODS. Tits n’ ass – bis, tris, and thighs – delts for days, and she’s probably 10 years younger than me and her muscles are just as big as mine. Get the FUUUCK out of here with that Becky shit.

     But what Becca said, was nothing.

     Lindsey exchanged pleasantries with the new girl Becky, while Mel and Isobel began to take their pants off.

     “I know these two will be fine with it, but I just want to check that you’re okay with some touching and kissing and stuff? No penetration like I said.” Lindsey reassured.

     “Oh, you sure? I was hoping you would smash me with that fucking pipe and pump me full of your gooshy nut sauce.” Becky chirped in the friendly tone of someone ordering brunch.

     “Uhh wow, well uhh I have to warn you, it gets bigger than this.” Lindsey wrapped her fingers around her shaft, but her fingertips couldn’t quite touch in the middle. “Easy to get hurt if you’re not used to the size.”

     “Oh, yea, fuckin plug me with that fat fuckin’ hog Lindsey.” Becky said in a cheerful valley girl accent. “Stuff my fucking turkey with that battering ram please and thank you ma’am.” She ended with a southern twang.

     “Hahah, where are you from?” Lindsey was enchanted by this cute girl’s dirty mouth.

     “Uh, Rosemead?” Becky shrugged. “So yea, babe, can you fuckin’ slam my guts with that cobra cannon please? I want you to fucking drill me like an oil rig.”

     “Let’s start slow.” Lindsey grinned. “Why don’t you take off your pants so they don’t get ripped or stained.” Lindsey turned her attention back to Mel and Isobel, who had already removed their leggings.

     “Hey ladies, I always wanted to know–” Lindsey put her hands on the black and white girl’s shoulders. “Have you two ever hooked up before?’’

     The girls exchanged conspiratorial smiles, then leaned into each other for a slow and sensual kiss that took Lindsey’s breath away. Mel opened one eye to look at Lindsey’s reaction, then Isobel did the same. They both started to laugh.

     “People go craaazy when we kiss.” Mel giggled. Isobel was smooching her neck and biting her ear, making her cackle even harder.

     Mel’s solid traps bulged up behind her ears as she hunched over, turning her head to keep Bel’s roving tongue out of her ear.

     “Ahhh sthap!” Mel lifted Isobel off the ground, but it did little to slow her assault of licks and kisses.

     “Wow, I’ve actually fantasized about this.” Lindsey whispered breathlessly. Her cock was leaking a heavy flow of precum. No longer individual drips and splats, her angry red cock head was spurting like a broken pipe.

     Lindsey loved feeling that sweet sludge pumping through her thickness, but it reminded her how much bigger her loads had gotten lately. She needed to be careful not to over-fill anyone. The freckled futa was so worked up today, her first load was pretty much guaranteed to be dangerously powerful.

     Reaching out with both arms, Lindsey picked up Isobel and sat her down straddling her cock. The Icelandic girl’s broad back leaned on Lindsey’s chest, her pale muscular ass cheeks snugly ensconcing the thick base of Lindsey’s monorail.

     Next she grabbed Mel around the waist and performed the same move, lifting her up and sitting her straddling her dick, but this time facing the opposite direction, so Mel and Bel were sitting face to face.

     Lindsey’s superhuman cock barely sagged under the full weight of two people. She shook her hips and flexed her dick experimentally, causing the girls to squeal in excitement and raise their arms like they were riding a rodeo bull.

     “Room for one more.” Lindsey arched her eyebrow suggestively at Becky from Rosemead. The girl’s face looked so pure and innocent, with strikingly exotic features that were rarely seen around these parts. It was curious that her attitude didn’t quite match her porcelain appearance.

     The redhead futa walked over to the powerfully built Korean girl and scooped her off her feet using nothing but cock. Plunging her shaft between Becky’s thighs and hoisting her like a forklift, Lindsey added the beautiful bodybuilder to the stack of buff girl meat already skewered on her log like a shish kebab.

     All three of the fit women’s bare pussies were grinding on Lindsey’s bumpy vein-riddled shaft. Every time the futa flexed her crotch, the gnarled surface of her engorged fuck trunk got harder and thicker with veins, causing the girls to grind their clits on it with feverish abandon.

     “I like it when you two kiss.” Lindsey whispered to Mel and Bel. She had positioned them facing each other for a reason.

     Mel cupped Isobel’s cheeks with both hands, enveloping her lips in a tender kiss. Meanwhile Isobel’s hands wandered lower to fondle both of their clits in synchronized circles as they moaned into each other’s mouths.

     “Gawd you guys are so fucking fresh, I’m hella into it.” Becky leaned over Mel’s shoulder, inserting herself into the canoodling. “Wow I love your piercings!”

     Becky reached around to play with Mel’s pierced nipples. The silver rings were always very visible underneath Mel’s shirt in every photo she posted on social media. Lindsey had longed to see those nipples freed, and now they were being revealed right here in front of her.

     “Ghat daom. These pecs.” Becky was enthralled by the impressive size and density of Mel’s chest. “You have some heckin’ slabs of beef here. Way overboard for your weight class and I love it. Yea flex em! Ooo woo!”

     Lindsey was overcome by the sudden urge to kiss Becky. She was drawn to her positive energy. She needed more of that in her life.

     Craning her neck forward, Lindsey managed to lock lips with Becky despite the other two girls sandwiched between them. Lindsey cradled all three of them in a bear hug as she sawed her dick back and forth underneath them.

     The girls moaned louder as the muscular futa’s grinding intensified. Lindsey was really hefting and slinging them around like sacks of potatoes, but they all seemed to be enjoying themselves.

     Becca couldn’t tear her eyes away. This was all going pear-shaped much faster than she could have imagined. It was all her fault for taking that photo!

     No– she stopped herself. The mistake wasn’t taking it… it was sharing it with Mike! If only she’d kept it for her private collection, none of this would be happening. Becca glared at the men truly responsible for this mess.

     Their dumbstruck faces were gawking slack-jawed at Lindsey fucking three girls at once. Becca looked closer and realized Lindsey was actually penetrating Becky now, pistoning the tip of her cock in and out of the Korean bodybuilder’s tight nethers while she spouted profanity like a fountain.

     Mel and Isobel were still kissing enthusiastically, sandwiched together riding Lindsey’s hundred-horsepower cock.

     Lindsey pawed at the girl’s chests and began ripping off their shirts in frustration, grabbing their tits and squeezing them in her palms like she’d always wanted to.

     This rough treatment pushed Mel over the edge into spasming convulsions, which sent Isobel toppling like a domino into her own orgasm. The girls hugged each other tight and climaxed with their cheeks pushed together in bliss.

     Becky’s butter was getting churned up enough to make her pot bubble over as well. She gripped Lindsey’s forearms and spasmed on the end of her joystick, gasping incoherently as she popped off, squirting her juices all over Mel’s brawny back.

     Gnashing her teeth in envy, Becca could see there were only about 12 inches of Lindsey’s cock stuffed into Becky, but it was clearly enough to satisfy her. She was making that very obvious.

     Lindsey slowed her thrusting and let the girls twist and writhe out the rest of their orgasms on her log ride. Breathing heavily, the freckled futa took a few paces over towards a wall, the girls clutching tightly to her bucking bronco as it bounced them with every step.

     “Guh– your so fucking thick, hohh guuhd.” Becky was attempting to pull herself deeper onto Lindsey’s towering obelisk of orgasmic potency.

     “Moar! Fucking rail me with that jackhammer baby!” Becky warbled.

     “Easy now, my first load is gonna be really big.” Lindsey warned as she kneeled down, setting the girls gently back on their feet.

     She began to pull out of Becky, but the young bodybuilder grabbed her tight and held on with all her considerable strength.

     “I want it!” Becky hissed through clenched teeth. “Bust that nut baby. Fill me like a fucking Twinkie!”

     Lindsey grabbed the frenzied girl by the hips and firmly withdrew her dick from Becky’s clutching lips.

     “Hey, chill out please.” Lindsey stood the buff Korean bodybuilder back on her feet. “I need to blow at least a couple loads before it’s safe for me to cum inside you okay?”

     Becky looked confused, but Lindsey knew there was no point elaborating, they would all see for themselves soon enough.

     “Can we help you with that?” Isobel offered, appearing at Lindsey’s right side, while Mel approached on her left. Four hands gripped her sizzling steel sausage, slowly kneading the rigid flesh.

     Mel’s modest B-cup breasts were almost entirely composed of pec muscle, compared to Isobel’s huge double-D bolt-ons which perched high and proud on her lean chest, impossibly big and perfectly symmetrical.

     The salt and pepper pair pressed their chests together in front of Lindsey, sliding their bare breasts back and forth against each other. Mel’s bejewled nipples skated smoothly across her friend’s pale snowdrifts. Their lips were tantalizingly close, teasing another kiss.

     Jesus those boobs look so amazing pressed together. Lindsey marveled at the actual yin yang curve made by their cleavage contours. She wanted to put her dick in that.

     Holding the girls shoulders steady, Lindsey thrust her cock up between their muscular upper bodies, sandwiching them together around her meat.

     Isobel’s abs were sleek and lean, covered with a subtle spiderweb of veins under pale thin skin. Mel’s solid 10 pack was deeply cut and neatly divided into smooth rectangular blocks like a chocolate bar. Both brawny bellies felt incredible sliding up and down against Lindsey’s dick.

     Thrusting up through the cleavage, her diamond hard tip tunneled between Isobel’s soft creamy milkers, then connected with the dense firmness of Mel’s bedrock-solid breasts. Those hard pecs were the precious stone she drilled for again and again.

     The freckled futa was tongue tied by the surreal experience. It felt so good, but also – it didn’t feel real. She had fantasized about this exact thing and now it was happening. What other gratuitous fantasies lurking in her imagination threatened to escape into reality?

     Like a breaching whale, the bulbous head of Lindsey’s leviathan emerged majestically amid ebony and ivory swells. Slick with clear glistening pre-cum, the engorged head spewed fresh loads of lubrication with every thrust. She was humping their tits like they were built to be fucked.

     Hot jets of Lindsey’s pre landed on their chins and lips while they kissed for her enjoyment. The two friends laughed as they licked the salty spurts off each other’s faces.

     Lindsey’s thrusting cock continued to grow from all the stimulation, bristling with veins and bursting with virile potency, pumping itself bigger and thicker against the two girls muscular bodies.

     It was getting so massive, the needy dick was starting to butt in on Mel and Bel’s kissing, bumping into their chins and ramming against their lips, demanding attention.

     The girls happily shifted their affections to Lindsey’s cock, making out with both sides of her apple-sized head, tonguing every surface of the swollen tip. They kissed her dick passionately, and they looked hot as fuck doing it.

     “Gahh. Here it comes. Don’t move.” Lindsey held the girls in place, hands cradling the backs of their heads to keep them out of the line of fire.

     Pearly white jizz erupted from the futa’s cum cannon like a 2-liter soda bottle filled with breath mints. The geyser started strong and got stronger mid-stream, blasting an arc of cum high into the air that landed in a wide stripe straight up the wall of the gym.

     The cumshot was perfectly aimed to streak across the face of the giant grinning and flexing Becca mural painted on the wall.

     Becca could only be impressed at the height and distance of the load, the sight genuinely aroused her.

     Jet after jet soared through the air, bombarding the mural with furious strikes of seed. Lindsey was painting the wall with criss-crossing stripes of sticky futa frosting, turning Becca’s smiling face into cum-streaked tart.

     “Fawk you weren’t kidding. That’s an artillery cannon.” Becky reached her arms around Lindsey from behind to gently touch the sides of her cock as it fired off high-pressure rounds. “You’re a fucking tank ohmygod.”

     Glistening graffiti now obscured the entirety of Becca’s wall mural. Lindsey closed her eyes in satisfaction and leaned on the girls surrounding her, letting them cradle and caress her through the rest of her climax.

     Six hands stroked Lindsey’s raging rail gun, but there was still room for so many more hands…

7.5

     “I see you finally got hard Rory.” Lindsey swaggered over to inspect the sad man’s smoked sausage, while her own fat stack of beef spat slippery strings of precum, leaving a snail trail across the floor behind her.

     “Pretty sure everybody’s hard by now.” Rory scratched the back of his shaved head awkwardly and looked over at Mike, who was trying to cover the tent in his baggy workout shorts. The movement only drew Lindsey’s attention.

     “Enjoying the show Mike?” Lindsey taunted, kicking his shoe with her sneaker. “Why don’t you whip it out and have a wank.” She said without a hint of sarcasm.

     “Uhh, I’m good, thanks.” Mike waved her off with a guilty smile.

     “I know you’ve been jerking off to that picture of me, don’t pretend you haven’t. Even though my tits are RIGHT HERE you’re still staring at my arms like you cant get enough. So just be a man, pull out your dick, and beat off to these guns.” Lindsey flexed her bulging biceps into mountainous peaks.

     “This… feels like a trap.” Mike looked around for help but all he saw was an enthralled audience entertained by his predicament.

     “Do what you want Mike, but if I were you I would be taking all my suggestions pretty seriously right now.” Lindsey intoned menacingly.

     “Okay! Alright it’s a party!” Mike pulled down his shorts and let his cocktail wiener spring out.

     “Tell me, how many times have you jerked off to my picture?” Lindsey asked with a scornful pout.

     “Ah, well… a couple times I guess.” Mike said sheepishly.

     “More than three?” Lindsey demanded.

     Mike nodded.

     “More than five?”

     He shrugged apologetically.

     “It’s only been a day!” Lindsey slapped her meaty shaft as hard as she felt like slapping Mike’s face. It was so satisfying she smacked it again even harder, sending droplets of precum flying.

     “You dirty little pig. You should be buying me flowers every time you do that.” Lindsey sneered.

     “Eyy come on, you telling me you don’t?” Mike held his open palms out defensively. “With a weapon like THAT I’m sure you know better than anyone – you gotta keep it polished!”

     “I don’t do it to pictures of YOU.” Lindsey spat. “The difference is I fap to pictures of girls who WANT to share their bodies. They’re choosing to put sexy pictures of themselves out there because they want people to drool over them. Whereas you pressured Becca to creep on me and then shared the picture knowing it was wrong, so not really the same.

     “Yeah, fair. I’ll admit I’m kinda into the whole candid thing.” Mike laughed. “I mean, I tell myself it’s not hurtin’ anybody if the girl doesn’t even know.”

     Lindsey’s piercing gaze deflated his laughter. Her mood was growing darker like an approaching thunderhead.

     “So you’ll jerk off behind my back, but now that I’m here naked in front of you, you’re too shy?” Lindsey began stroking her own cock for emphasis, tugging in short, gentle jerks at the base of her girthy shaft to keep herself at full hardness.

     “Uh, yea because that’s weird. I see these guys every day.” Mike gestured to the crowd behind him.

     “But it’s not weird to jerk off to me on your phone, and then pretend you don’t want me when I’m right in front of you?” Lindsey snapped.

     “Not trying to argue but, I’m gonna say I think it happens a lot.” Mike shrugged as though his response was out of his hands. Lindsey was getting tired of debating.

     “What about you Rory? She shifted her attention to the ruddy choad. “There’s three smoking hot girls sitting naked right over there, and your eyes are all over my dick.”

     “What, it’s a nice dick bro!” Rory tried to look away but his eyes kept wandering back. “Like I said… not gay… but… watching you fuck chicks is kinda awesome. I’d pay to see porn of that!”

     “Really.” Lindsey tilted her head, considering his answer.

     “Shit yea, you’d be way better than a big ugly dude!” Rory looked around at other guys in the crowd and got a few nods of agreement.

     “You should really have an OnlyFans.” Isobel said. “I’d love to collab with you baby.”

     “I never had that option before, when I needed to keep THIS secret.” Lindsey slapped her cock again, hard enough to send it swinging like a metronome.

     “I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, now that I broke my contract.” Lindsey glared reproachfully at Becca.

     “I’ll bet you could make a killing online Lindz, who knows it might end up being even better than your sponsorship!” Becca interjected with forced positivity.

     Lindsey stomped over to Becca, backing her up until her spine was against the wall, then stepping even closer so her towering cock was sandwiched between their bodies.

     Without laying a hand on Becca, Lindsey simply leaned her cock into her trainer, pinning her firmly against the wall, threatening to crush the air out of her chest if she pushed any harder.

     “The point, Becca,” Lindsey hissed in Becca’s face. “is that it wasn’t your choice to MAKE, to take away the life I used to have and FORCE me to do PORN to survive!”

     “Hold on but you said those lab guys were filming you naked, fucking milking machines and stuff right? That’s basically just porn for one really rich customer.” Becca knew she shouldn’t be speaking right now but the words just tumbled out of her mouth like horse shit from a donkey’s asshole.

     “Shutthefuckup about that!” Lindsey whispered harshly. “The lab is still a secret even if I’m not.”

     Lindsey’s cock pinned Becca to the wall like an insect. The blanching bodybuilder decided it was time to shut up.

     Becca mimed the motions of zipping her lips closed with an invisible zipper, locking her mouth with a twist on both cheeks, then opening her mouth to swallow the invisible key.

     Lindsey rolled her eyes and backed off, releasing Becca from the terrifying turgidity of her meat missile.

7.6

     “Who else wants to get to know me better?” Lindsey turned to ask the crowd around her.

     Two hands went up. Only two…

     “I’m talking about sex guys, I’m asking who wants to have sex with me right now.” Lindsey clarified, sensing they weren’t getting it.

     Now the majority of hands went up. Lindsey huffed and rolled her eyes.

     “Alright, all of you raising your hands, come stand over here, except for you and you.” Lindsey pointed to the two people who had raised their hands at her first question.

     Unsure of where their redheaded captor was going with this, everyone in the crowd just did as they were told. Lindsey had shown them enough examples that nobody wanted to become the next example.

     “You… put your hand down when I said sex.” Lindsey pointed to one of the two outliers, a tall brunette girl with retro glasses. “So you actually want to get to know me?”

     “Well you kinda seemed like an odd… balls…” The girl’s attention drifted down to Lindsey’s twitching scrotum. “I mean a misfit, like me. I’m kinda weird, thought we might get along.” She wasn’t making eye contact but that only underscored her point about being antisocial.

     “And you’re not interested in sleeping with me?” Lindsey asked suspiciously.

     “Well, I’m asexual actually.” The bespectacled girl looked Lindsey in the eye briefly before flinching under the intensity of her gaze. “So if you get tired of hanging with people who are only interested in sex…”

     “That sounds pretty nice actually. Yea we should hang out some time.” Lindsey’s stern expression softened. “I’ll get your number later.”

     “And you… kept your hand raised both times.” Lindsey turned to the second outlier, a stocky tattooed man in his 30s with a bald head and lumberjack beard. “Does that mean you want to get to know me AND have sex?”

     “Oh I just assumed you were talking about sex the first time.” He said innocently.

     “Go stand over there.” Lindsey glared at him and pointed towards the self-selected “horny group”.

     “So the rest of you.” Lindsey faced the remaining gym rats, the ones who hadn’t raised their hands for sex, therefore defaulting to the “less-horny group”.

     “You don’t want to fuck me, but you all agreed you would watch me in porn… so that means you still think I’m sexy?” Lindsey turned her body to the side and paced a few steps back and forth, striking a few poses like a figure contestant strutting on stage.

     Everyone was nodding in agreement, so Lindsey decided to tease them a little. She put her hands on her hips and tensed her whole body, bringing out definition from shoulders down to her calves in a scintillating flex.

     “If I offered you the chance to… oh I dunno…” Lindsey casually raised one arm up. “WORSHIP my body while I flex for you…” Her bicep tensed from a smooth oval to a jagged peak, hard ridges cleaving at dramatic angles. “Would any of you be into that?”

     As Lindsey continued flexing her triceps and shoulders, almost everyone in the “less-horny” group raised their hands, along with many of the horny group, unsurprisingly.

     “This whole thing feels like a hidden camera setup or something.” One man said incredulously. “I keep waiting for Chris Hansen to walk out and tell us to take a seat cause you’re really 17.”

     “The catch.” Lindsey fixed her smoldering gaze on him. “Is you can’t talk about me – or any of this – outside this building. The less you know the safer you are, so you need to trust me that it’s best for everyone if THIS stays a secret.” She smacked her cock again for emphasis.

     Now all the gym rats had been sorted into groups: the horny, the less-horny, a new friend, and three bad eggs.

     “I’ve been keeping my body a secret my entire life.” Lindsey addressed the whole crowd.

     “But these horny toads shared that secret with all of you.” She pointed to the three bad eggs.

     “So you’re all a part of this now. You have to keep it contained.” Lindsey paced back and forth like a drill sergeant. Her cock bobbed at attention in a high salute.

     “Or you’ll be getting the same punishment as these three.” She fixed the traitors with a withering gaze.

     “Which hasn’t even STARTED yet.” She concluded gravely.

     General agreements rippled through the crowd, eager reassurances they would keep Lindsey’s secret under wraps. Lindsey hoped she’d be able to entice or intimidate them all into obedience.

     For emphasis, she slapped her dick one more time with the full power of her brawny arm. It felt good to take out her frustration on something that also felt good to be smacked.

7.7

     “You’re Gwen, right?” Lindsey asked her new asexual acquaintance.

     “It’s Gwem actually, with an M.” The brunette in retro glasses was delighted Lindsey had almost remembered her name from their brief encounter weeks earlier.

     “Well you should probably get out of here Gwem, it’s just gonna be a lot of fucking for the next couple hours and I don’t want to force you to stick around for that.”

     “Umm, well you kinda broke the doors.” Gwem reminded her. “But I think I’ll stay. Now I’m curious to see what’s gonna happen. Like, are you gonna fuck ALL of them?”

     “So you are a little interested then?”

     “Okay, so like, I don’t care about juggling, like, AT. ALL. But you tell me you can juggle THIRTY balls at the same time, then uhh– YEA I wanna see it, cause it sounds impossible! You feel me?”

     Lindsey chuckled “I’m not gonna have sex with anyone I don’t want to, or force it on anyone who doesn’t want it.” She looked back at the crowd of mostly attractive and fit gym addicts. “But yea I am probably gonna go to town on a bunch of these guys right now.”

     “Cool.” Gwem nodded calmly. “Maybe we could hang out later when you’re done?”

     Lindsey squeezed her shoulder and smiled. “Depending on how much punishment they can take… I could be going all night.”

7.8

     The freckled futa sauntered towards the “less-horny” group, pushing her way into the middle of the gawking admirers. Her broad shoulders cleaved a wake through the crowd that closed in behind her.

     “I’ll let you all in on another secret, about a fantasy of mine.” Lindsey reached out and gently took one woman’s hand.

     “Having to hide my body for so long… made me so desperately curious…” She gazed into the stranger’s eyes. “What would people think if they saw the REAL me? I always wondered but never got to find out. There was too much at stake.”

     Moving with tender slowness Lindsey guided the woman’s hand to her breast, pressing daintily manicured fingers into her supple skin.

     “After a while, not being allowed to share myself, turned into being afraid to share myself. I thought – if I’m supposed to keep it secret, it must be because it’s bad.”

     Lindsey turned to another fit girl in the crowd and took her hand, guiding it to her other breast. She spread the woman’s fingers over her soft skin, guiding the stranger to squeeze and caress her heavy bosom.

     “I had this dream that maybe… just maybe, if people could actually see the REAL me, they might actually like me for what I am.”

     Lindsey spread her arms wide, reaching out into the crowd with open hands.

     The onlookers began to understand their role. Several pairs of hands traced fingers along Lindsey’s outstretched arms, caressing the curves of her muscular swells, following the veins that snaked and flowed across her mountainous terrain. The skin contact was electrifying.

     They moved slowly and respectfully, not manhandling or squeezing, but gently appreciating. Adoring. Worshiping.

     Lindsey’s cock responded to the affection, each hammering heartbeat ratcheting up the tension in her crankshaft. The monstrous meat monolith craned upward, pushing through the crowd as it reached the same height as Lindsey’s face. She’d never felt so aroused, or so comfortable in her own skin.

     Curious hands began to migrate to her cock, petting and stroking the purring phallus like a caged panther.

     She couldn’t keep track of how many people had their hands on her dick, they were all doing something different – rubbing, squeezing, pushing, pulling. It felt so good Lindsey’s cock was churning out an endless molten eruption of precum, flowing from her volcano like sparkling lava.

     “You’re all free to go now if you want.” Lindsey slowly bent her arms into a stunning double bicep flex. “But if you want to stay and touch me, then stay and touch me.”

     Lindsey clasped her hands behind her neck and arched her bulging back, stretching out her long lean torso. She felt hands roaming down her back and sides, tracing the shelf of her adonis belt where it wrapped around her hips. Other palms cupped her glutes or calves, massaging and kneading the dense meaty swells.

     She closed her eyes and floated in bliss, experiencing totally new sensations as she communicated with her worshipers through touch alone.

     Lindsey could feel some hands were awestruck by her body. Disbelieving, they poked and prodded simply to see if she was real.

     Other hands were overjoyed, relishing in the sensory meal they were devouring by dancing along her curves.

     Some hands had no idea what they were touching, simply marveling at alien shapes they had never felt but vaguely recognized from anatomy charts. While more experienced hands knew exactly what they were touching and savored it, relishing her sculpted marble flesh for the work of art it was.

     But all that was just the hands on her body, the hands on her cock were communicating something else entirely. Lindsey could tell those hands wanted to make her feel good.

     They weren’t roaming or exploring or testing, they had purpose. These hands wanted to get her off. To make her shoot. Lindsey vibrated with pleasure knowing they wanted to give her this feeling.

     “Yeah.” Lindsey whispered, barely audible. “Fuck. Oh keep doing that. You guys are gonna make me cum.”

     The crowd flowed around her, rearranging positions so everyone could get a handful of what they wanted to touch most. Every surface of Lindsey’s body was getting attention – from her grapefruit balls hanging heavy getting sucked and tugged on – to her earlobes and the back of her neck getting teased by the gentle scrapes of long fingernails.

     The horny group huddled together just a few feet away, obviously wishing they could join in, but too afraid to defy Lindsey lest they lose the chance at something even better she might have in store for them.

     A few of the horniest of the horny crowd were unable to just stand back and watch. They snuck over to join the enthralled throng and added their hands to the worshipful congregation. Some were bold enough to add their lips and tongues as well.

     “Hngg gunna blow!” Lindsey grunted, clenching her butt and pointing her toes, thrusting her hips forward.

     All the hands touching her skin made her feel like she was floating, crowd-surfing on a sea of adoring fans.

     As her body tensed in anticipation, Lindsey’s muscles bulged and flexed into sharp definition. The crowd responded feverishly, squeezing and clutching at the redhead’s insanely developed physique, as it grew bigger and harder in their hands.

     It drove Lindsey wild. Their lust made her feel incredibly powerful and unbearably horny. She wanted to command them to grope her harder but the words caught in her throat.

     Someone started kissing Lindsey’s neck, their long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. Another someone kissed Lindsey’s lips, tasting of strawberry. Lindsey didn’t know who it was, and she didn’t care, the girl tasted good.

     Lindsey plunged her tongue into her admirer’s mouth, and the girl responded by sucking on it hungrily. The fully-stimulated futa moaned in delight as her worshiper’s cumulative ministrations brought her to the highest peak of pleasure.

     When she popped off, Lindsey’s cock made an audible spluuurcht sound, blasting a firehose-heavy load straight up, where it splattered against the ceiling. The goopy jizz rained down like a sprinkler as her next shot geysered up through the falling spray.

     Lindsey made sure nobody was sticking their face into her line of fire, her loads were still shooting much too hard for that.

     The dozen hands stroking on her cock were pulling in unison now. Like a rowing team they synchronized their stroke for greater power, which meant greater pleasure for Lindsey. She thrust her hips to piston her cock through the tunnel of flesh as she busted load after load arcing high through the air to splatter the walls and rubber floor mats.

     Lindsey’s worshipers had been silent this whole time (they understood who had the talking stick, so to speak) but this enormous cumshot broke their hushed reverie like a dam breaking to unleash a raging river.

     “Woooah holy jumping jello ropes!” Becky sang above the chatter of shocked reactions to Lindsey’s incredible potency.

     “Hhnnk keep stroking me!” Lindsey gasped in breaths between kisses, now several girls were taking turns at her lips. Lindsey wished she could kiss all of them at once.

     She adjusted her aim to send her jello ropes flying towards the big wall mural of Becca, her smiling face already caked with futa frosting. Lindsey didn’t want to trash the whole gym, Becca’s face was a good receptacle for her egregious effluence.

     As the loads became less ballistic, Lindsey aimed her cum cannon squarely at Becca, Mike, and Rory. They were 20 feet away but she was still shooting hard enough to coat them in thick heavy jets of creamy vanilla pudding.

     Rory and Mike cowered under the deluge, twisting and turning in a futile effort to avoid getting hit in the face – but they stood their ground. A moment later they were covered from head to toe.

     Becca tried not to react to the loads of steaming girl jizz hitting her face, getting in her eyes and mouth. She didn’t want to look like she was enjoying it TOO much, but she certainly didn’t hate it. So she let the salty waves crash against her like ocean surf.

     For Lindsey, it was a transcendent experience having so many people gripping her cock while she came buckets. Her worshipers were now complicit in the act of punishing these naughty members of the community. This wasn’t just a girl with a big dick cumming on some people, it was justice.

     The power trip fueled Lindsey’s orgasm to even greater heights, blasting her 10th shot even harder than her 1st. Having the audience really did unlock something in her that wasn’t fully tapped during the clinical lab trials.

     Chest heaving, Lindsey kissed the girls around her one after another.

     “Which of you had the–“ smooch “strawberry lip gloss?” smooch.

    Lindsey wanted to taste that girl again – and ravage her in particular – for some reason. Perhaps she just wanted to plough the girl who had been bold to enough kiss her first?

     “I’m Gabby.” said a devilishly cute cheerleader type with pink hair tied up in ribbons and pigtails. She held up a tube of strawberry lip gloss. “I’m down to fuck around some more if you want.”

     “Good.” Lindsey took it from her with a hungry look in her eyes. The 6’3” futa towered over the 5’2” cheerleader. Lindsey’s cock alone stood taller than Gabby’s head, and was almost as thick around as the girl’s waist.

     Uncapping the lip gloss, Lindsey delicately re-applied some on Gabby’s pursed lips, while the short cheerleader stared back up at her with big sparkling eyes. The head of Lindsey’s cock throbbed next to Gabby’s ear, it’s mushroom tip so engorged it was as wide across as the girls entire face.

     “I think you…” Lindsey picked Gabby up. “are a little too small to handle my current size.” She sat the petite girl down on her cock, Gabby’s athletic thighs straddling the shaft like she was riding a horse bareback.

     Lindsey gave Gabby a quick kiss on her strawberry lips before pushing her back down to fully recline on her cock like a deck chair. She guided the girl’s hands to grip the tip for balance, and lean back against her glans like a headrest. Her massive dick was almost as big as the cheerleader’s entire body.

     Without warning, Lindsey ripped Gabby’s shorts clean in half with a casual gesture. The cheerleader started to protest but in three seconds her shorts were just gone, falling to the ground in tatters.

    “Hey those– were expensive.” Gabby was stunned by the effortless destruction of her cheer uniform.

     “Put it on Becca‘s tab. “Lindsey said nonchalantly as she uncapped the lip gloss again, bending down to apply it to the bare puffy lips of Gabby’s shaved pussy.

     The cheerleader’s mouth hung open in disbelief. Lindsey liked the face she was making.

     After coating both her upper and lower lips with shiny strawberry gloss, Lindsey stuck the applicator deep into Gabby’s pussy, making her toes curl as she squealed in surprise.

     Then Lindsey lifted Gabby’s hips and brought them up to her mouth, kissing her puss sweetly before devouring it with zeal.

     Gabby held on for dear life as Lindsey ate her out, ass cheeks gripped firmly in the futa’s hands, while her back was supported by the futa’s shaft like a hammock.

Spurts of precum ran down the back of Gabby’s neck, her pink hair already wet with Lindsey’s copious lubrication. The powerful prick rumbled under the cheerleader like a diesel engine.

“Someone play with my balls please, or suck on them.” Lindsey demanded to no one in particular. “Whoever was doing that before, I want more.” Three worshipers dropped to their knees and got to work pleasuring her balls, jockeying for the best position to smother their faces in her heavy sack.

     Lindsey’s long tongue plunged deep into Gabby, stretching and spreading her better than any cock the college cheerleader had ever experienced.

     “Wuh, huuuh, fuhhh!” Gabby flushed and trembled as Lindsey brought her to a toe-curling climax with just her tongue.

     Lindsey enjoyed the way Gabby’s tight pussy was clamping down on her tongue with involuntary spasms as she came. The spray of juices on her face was a nice reward for her efforts. She’d never been able to make Becca squirt like that.

     Sitting Gabby back down on her log ride, Lindsey kissed her face in a flurry of strawberry smooches.

     “You’re really cute you know.” Lindsey sighed as their noses touched.

     “So people tell me.” Gabby panted breathlessly.

     “Can you cum again?” Lindsey caressed the insides of her quivering thighs. She wanted to make this little cutie squirt again. And she wanted Becca to watch.

     Gabby nodded vigorously. “Can we try, just the tip maybe?” She twisted one of her pink pigtails coyly. “I want to find out how much of you I can take.”

     “Becca! Come here.” Lindsey demanded as she helped the horny cheerleader remove her shirt and bra. “I have a job for you.”

     “What’s up Red?” Becca squeaked, still sticky with seed as she toweled Lindsey’s last load out of her hair.

     “I want you to eat this girls ass while I fuck her.” Lindsey demanded firmly. “Make her cum.”

     “Yes ma’am!” Becca saluted cheerfully as she sized up her assignment. “Well aren’t you a little firecracker! I’m Becca, I’ll be your bumalinguist this afternoon.”

     “Get your tongue in there Becca.” Lindsey flipped Gabby over and presented her bare butt. Next she planted the girl’s pussy firmly down on the head of her cock.

     “I’m telling you Gabby, it’s not gonna fit – but Becca’s gonna make sure you’re still having a good time.” Lindsey stole another strawberry kiss as Becca’s tongue delved between the cheerleader’s firm butt cheeks.

     There was no way to fit even the tip of Lindsey’s massive mushroom into Gabby’s tight little twat. The head was so big it barely even fit between her legs, but that didn’t stop Lindsey from trying to satisfy the horny girl’s request.

     Gripping Gabby’s narrow hips, Lindsey ground the cheerleader’s crotch down onto the bulbous dome of her cock tip, like she was juicing an orange. Squirts of slick sticky lubricant from both Gabby and Lindsey mixed together in the slippery grind zone.

     Lindsey could feel the hard nub of Gabby’s clit grazing across her dick, and guided it to the opening of her urethra. Nestling the sensitive bean comfortably in her piss slit, Lindsey flexed her dick to create an undulating motion that milked Gabby’s big clit in ways neither of them had experienced before.

     She felt Gabby’s gobstopper swelling up bigger from the suction and friction, engorging to an impressive thumb-sized bean. Gabby thrust her hips faster, craving more of the magical sensation.

     “Ooooh this feels so goood.” Gabby purred as she fucked Lindsey’s dick, gripping her slender fingers around the flared ridges of the enormous mushroom tip.

     Becca was having a hard time keeping her tongue in Gabby’s ass, once the cheerleader started really slamming her hips down.

     The petite girl was trying to stuff as much of her clit as she could fit down Lindsey’s dick, and doing the same with her tongue in Lindsey’s mouth.

     Becca did her best to pleasure the pink-haired girl by plucking and fondling her nipples while she worked her tongue. The trainer felt like a third wheel, and she supposed that was the point.

     “Hey Gabby some of my cum might get inside you.” Lindsey warned. She’d blown two massive loads in the last hour already, but given her track record, this third nut could potentially be another gut-buster.

     “I figured.” Gabby nodded her head towards the huge mess of cum coating a whole corner of the gym. “Helluva way to go.” She laughed, drunk with pleasure.

     “It won’t be THAT big, but still…” Lindsey felt the tightness in her balls boiling up and spreading a white-hot sweetness up her shaft. “Are you close?”

     “Oh I’ve been cumming…” Gabby’s eyes were glazed and unfocused. “all this hehehehe this whole time she’s been…” She shuddered with small tremors of a prolonged orgasm she’d been surfing for the past few minutes.

     Lindsey had been waiting to see the cheerleader squirt again, so it hit her all at once that she’d already succeeded. It felt so good to use her body to make someone else feel good.

     She kissed Gabby’s strawberry lips and released a flood of seed into her fertile mounds. At point-blank range, Lindsey’s cum geyser sprayed out in every direction, splattering back against the cheerleaders legs and Becca’s face.

     The nymphomaniac trainer was always happy to catch a facial from her favorite girl, but having it double as penance for her recent sins made it extra satisfying to Becca’s guilty conscience.

     Because apparently this was supposed to be punishment – Becca puzzled as she licked Lindsey’s lovely leavings from her lips.

     “Guhhh thas muh wooom.” Gabby shuddered at the intense pressure-washing Lindsey was giving her insides.

     Enough of the first cumshot had gushed up inside the petite girl to make a visible swell in her flat belly. The second and third blasts inflated her stomach like a balloon, but she held on tight, surprising Lindsey with her strength.

     After riding the futa’s fire hydrant for five heavy spurts, Gabby was looking positively pregnant with cum.

     Lindsey wrapped her in a bear hug, lifting her up and squeezing her stomach to force a torrent of excess spunk out of the cheerleader’s over-filled body.

     Gabby’s tongue lolled from her mouth in a lazy smile. Her thumb-sized clit twitched and throbbed with a mind of its own. Lindsey couldn’t tell if she was still cumming or just riding the aftershocks.

     Gabby kept stroking her clit while Lindsey squeezed her, a waterfall of white goop raining from her pussy to coat the ground in frothy milk.

     Lindsey kept her dick pointed in Becca’s face, blasting her trainer’s pretty features with load after load of thick baby batter. Becca took it with as much composure as she could muster, pulling her tits out and rubbing them together to catch the hot drippings.

     Cum rained down from Gabby’s spigot as Lindsey squeeze-drained her to a reasonable size. While she pressed and held the cheerleader’s abdomen she noticed Gabby had a pretty hard body hidden under a modest bit of fat. She felt solid bricks of abs under her smooth stomach. This hottie had some real potential to get buff with serious training.

     “You okay Gabby?” Lindsey breathed in her ear.

     “I’mmna need s’more a that diccgk.” Gabby giggled, her eyes still glazed and unfocused.

     “Okay you’ve had enough, I’m cutting you off.” Lindsey set Gabby down on a weight bench where the horny girl hunched over her clit, jerking it lewdly like a dick.

     Fresh jets of girl cum blasted out of Gabby’s gushing cunt, wetting the weight bench and spraying several people who were standing too close.

     “Still going huh?” Lindsey was impressed by the pink haired girl’s sexual stamina, and the size of her clit was quite surprising… and arousing. Lindsey felt herself drawn back in by the gravity of that squirting, pulsing girl power.

     “Alright let me see that thing.” Lindsey pushed Gabby down on the weight bench, laying her flat on her back, then knelt down between the girl’s legs.

     Up close it was a marvelous clit to behold, as long as a thumb and twice as thick. Lindsey kissed it softly and Gabby writhed like it tickled. The redhead wrapped her lips around the twitching clit and sucked on it, first gently, then enveloping the entire nub in her mouth.

     Gabby spasmed, her body wracked with pleasure as Lindsey sucked her off. The cheerleader grabbed the redhead’s braided hair and pulled, thrusting her small hips frantically as she fucked Lindsey’s mouth like a jackrabbit.

     Lindsey had never even sucked a dick before (besides her own), or been used so roughly by any partner. An invigorating rush flowed through her whole body as she lusted for Gabby’s sexual potency. The girl seemed like she could be a real kindred spirit, possessing a powerful sex drive that required more satisfaction than most.

     A gush of hot juice blasted Lindsey’s neck and chest with satisfying warmth. This was the reaction she was looking for.

     Lindsey reached her long tongue into Gabby’s pussy while her clit was still throbbing in her mouth, almost hitting the back of her throat. She could still taste the strawberry gloss. Lindsey moaned wantonly, vibrating her throat and tongue, sending Gabby to the moon.

     A string of expletives cascaded from the cheerleader’s mouth as she blasted Lindsey’s chin with gushes of strawberry honey.

     The futa’s tongue twisted and delved down the girl’s tunnel like an anteater assaulting a savory mound. Lindsey was happy to keep blowing this unexpectedly well-endowed cutie all night, but the girl was going to pass out if she didn’t stop soon.

     “It’s a lot of fun getting you off Gabby, definitely give me your number.” Lindsey stood and wiped her dripping chin, leaving Gabby to cool on the bench. Her neglected cock reared up with angry fullness as she stretched her brawny back.

     “Who’s next? You guys are gonna need to work a little harder to keep up with me, this has to be a team effort now that I’m all worked up.” Lindsey swiped a water bottle from someone’s hand and downed it in a single swig, then handed it back.

     Several new volunteers stepped closer. One of them offered her another bottle of water, while others dropped to their knees to embrace Lindsey’s cock.

     “You ready to go again Becky?” Lindsey beckoned the beautiful bodybuilder closer. “cause I’m ready to drill you like an oil rig.”

7.9

     Four hours later, the gym floor was a sea of cum-drenched bodies sprawled over benches and mats. One by one they’d each been exhausted, used up, and discarded as Lindsey fucked her way through the entire building.

     If her could cock fit in a hole, she fucked it. If the holes were too small to take her cock, she’d use their entire body to pleasure her dick, guiding them to hug, stroke, and jerk her enormous erection any way they could.

     It was a gym, after all. These people were here for a workout, Lindsey reasoned. They volunteered for this, thrill seekers wanting to experience a force of nature.

     Many satisfied worshipers returned for second and third rounds with the red rodeo bull. They rode her as many times as they could, until their legs gave out, or their bellies were too full to receive any more “blessings”.

     Being surrounded by so many eager partners catalyzed Lindsey’s libido, supplying her with reserves of sexual stamina, enough to pump every hungry hole full to overflowing with her seed.

     After hours of fucking and sucking, dicking and licking, pumping every available orifice, and cumming buckets of thick goopy nut over every surface, Lindsey was beginning to feel satisfied. Not tired, not spent, just… content enough to slow down for a while.

     Lindsey knew she would be getting a second wind soon enough. Before long the urge would rise again… to drown the world in her cum.

                    To be continued…

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