A boy, wearing only gym trunks, was pinned on the floor under a barbell, and he was moaning as if in agony. Two other boys, one in gym trunks, and the other wearing only a jockstrap, were standing over him laughing.
Cindy charged into the room. "Jesus Christ!" she screamed. "His neck is probably broken."
The two boys wheeled around toward her with wide eyes. They seemed momentarily stunned, but suddenly broke out laughing even harder. At the same moment, the boy under the barbell opened his eyes and went into a laughing fit with them.
Cindy's face flushed hot with embarrassment. "You bunch of morons!" she shouted. "You really think you're Goddamn clever, don't you?"
"Nobody asked you to come in here, bitch," the boy in the jock-strap shouted back. "This room is off-limits to cunts, anyway." He was still laughing.
Cindy wanted to slug him.
"Wait a minute," the boy on the floor said as he slipped out from under the weights, "let's not all get so riled-up over nothing. It was just a joke."
"Yeah," the third boy added, "and Cindy here was just trying to help. Sorry, honey, we shouldn't be laughing at you. I mean, it could have been for real."
Cindy's face felt cooler when he said that, and she calmed down enough to look the boys over. They were all wrestlers. The most muscular of the three, the boy who had faked the accident, was Randy Lewis. The skinny blond in the jockstrap was Pete Rigel, and the last boy was Jason Wimmer, the smallest member of the wrestling squad. They all looked at her as if they were sorry.
"It's all right, guys – I guess I lost my head for a second." She laughed, still a little embarrassed. "Jeez, you mean you actually lift weights that big?" She wanted to change the subject.
"Sure," said Randy, "but those aren't much. You ought to see the weights we pile on for doing squats or dead lifts." He cleaned the barbell, and began doing presses.
As the weights moved up and down, the muscles of his arms and torso looked about ready to split out of his skin. His forehead broke out in an immediate sweat, and the liquid trickled down over his chest and ridged abdominal muscles. His musky scent filled the small room, and Cindy savored it as she inhaled deeply. She loved the smell of male sweat.
When Randy put the barbell down, Jason immediately picked it up and began doing lifts. His biceps bulged, and his abdominal muscles rolled and danced under his thin belly-skin. When he couldn't do another curl, he put the weights down, smiling at Cindy with a proud glint in his eyes.
"My turn," said Pete, lifting the barbell to the upright supports of the flat bench. Then he slid under the weight and did bench presses, arching his supple back and pumping the weight up and down. Each time he lowered the weight to his chest he inhaled deeply to expand his ribcage, and all the muscles of his torso stood out as if carved out of marble. Cindy drooled at the sight of his sweating physique, then fastened her eyes on his bulging jockstrap. Christ, she thought, he must have five pounds of meat packed in there.
She walked up next to him. "Ooooo, look at those muscles," she said, "they look like they're gonna jump right out of your skin." Then she ran her fingers over his rippling torso muscles. Pete blushed, and the other two boys giggled.
"You wanta try some lifting, Cindy?" Randy asked, picking up an empty bar. "This bar weighs twenty-five pounds. How about trying some bench presses like Pete was doing?"
Cindy shrugged. "Why not? I'll try anything once."
She took Pete's place on the bench, sniffing the heady aroma of his sweat still hovering around it. Jason handed her the bar. It was heavier than she'd expected, but nothing she couldn't handle. She pressed it up and down, contracting her chest muscles hard, and watching the boys fasten their eyes to her bulging tits. She knew they wanted a show, and she was going to give them one. She spread her legs wide apart, and her uniform panties pulled up tight against her crotch. The boys' jaws dropped open as their eyes moved down between her legs. She was sure they could see her pussy hairs crawling out from under her panties. She forced her legs still wider apart as she continued pressing the bar up and down, and a wave of warm excitement passed through her body. She could see now that all three boys had hard-ons. Her pussy drooled, and the boys gasped, as if they could see the hot liquid rolling out over her pussy hairs. Cindy was hot now, and she wasn't going to pussy-foot around. She put the bar back on the uprights, then reached down and uncovered her pussy. The boys gawked at her as if they'd been knocked silly.
"Well," she said, "how much more does a girl have to do to get her cunt licked?"
Her words snapped the boys out of their trance. In a flash they were on their knees, nearly knocking each other over to get at her crotch. They muttered to themselves as if possessed – "Oh, Jesus!"
"Oh, wow!"
"Goddamn!"
"Holy shit!"
"Pussy!" – and despite all their wild confusion, they each managed to get good tastes of her crotch-meat, lapping at her spread cunt as if it were a lollipop, chewing her fat, hairy cuntlips, and worming their tongues up her quivering hole. Cindy was being eaten alive.
"Oh, wowwww, baaaabies, yeahhhh. Lick my pussy, eat my meat, suck-out my horny hole! Eat, you horny studs, eat out my candy-cunt. Ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!"
The boys were wild, fighting to bury their heads between her thighs. Cindy squirmed, sometimes feeling two tongues going at her simultaneously. Yeah, yeah, yeah, she thought, that's the way to eat pussy. Keep on licking, you beautiful babies – yeah, suck me off! She whined with delight. She couldn't get enough of their hot tongues lapping at her fat pussylips and stiff clit. The tingling sensations screwing through her cunt made her want to scream. They were unbearably intense, and getting more so by the moment, building and building. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. Suddenly, she felt as if an electric drill was working in the pit of her loins – she was there – and the sensations of orgasm overwhelmed her.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, eeeee, I'm commmiinngg!"
She crushed Pete's head between her thighs and nearly sandpapered the skin off his face with her churning crotch. She clawed at his blond hair, trying to force his head right up inside her. She bucked her hips and threw her head from side to side. When her spasms subsided, she collapsed back on the bench, sighing, and trying to catch her breath.
"Oh, fuck!" Randy groaned. "She just blew-off her come! Now she won't want to fuck anymore. Goddamn!"
Cindy almost laughed out loud – the stud's got to be kidding, she thought. "Okay, guys," she said, sitting up. "Let's not stand around wasting time. Let's get naked. It's a lot more fun to fuck with your clothes off."
"Shit," Jason gasped, "what a chick!" Then he tore off his trunks and jock along with the other two boys.
Cindy eyed them with lust as they stripped. They were trembling so hard they could hardly stand up, and that made her all the more excited. When their cocks sprang out, she drooled. They were three big pieces of meat, standing straight up in the air and twitching wildly. Despite the differences in body-size, all three boys had cocks of about the same size-seven or eight inches long, with beautiful glossy heads and gaping piss-slits. Oh, how they want me, Cindy thought. They can't wait to get at me. She felt ultra-sexy as she pulled off her uniform in front of them, and delighted to their gasps of appreciation and lust as she bared herself totally.
"Christ, what a beautiful hunk of female," Pete gasped.
"What a set of knockers," sighed Randy.