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Humping For Health (orgy, couples)
by Anonymous
***
My husband, Ken, and I have been together since our college
days. With lots of hard work and sacrifices, we built our own
successful company. When we sold it at the first of the year, we
banked a seven-figure sum which assured us of a lifetime of
leisure. First, we decided to treat ourselves to a year of
relaxation to make up for the years of no vacations. Both of us
were out of shape. Oh, long hours and small pay kept us lean,
but we lacked the muscular fit look that is both popular and
looks healthy. So we joined a very exclusive health club in our
town.
The manager gave us a tour and we were very impressed by all
the gleaming workout machines and all aspects of the facility.
Jean, the manager, was a stunning auburn-tressed woman with a
body that had Ken drooling. We signed up then and there and I
was there bright and early the next morning, leaving Ken to
sleep.
Jean personally took charge of me, even helping me pick out
some exercise wear. She talked with me as I changed and
complimented me on my body which she said only needed some toning
and shaping. She seemed to me to be a bit more than
professionally interested in my body, but I didn't dwell on the
thought. Her words actually lifted my self-esteem. Hearing a
compliment from a beautiful woman is always an ego boost.
After an introductory workout, I felt like a wet dishrag.
I ached and was sweaty as hell. "Sweating's good," Jean said.
"Clears the pores, cools you off, and my grandmother used to say
it lets the poisons out of your body.
"Take 20 minutes in the sauna and I'll give you a rubdown,"
she told me. God, that sauna was like heaven to my pooped body,
but it relaxed me so much I almost fell asleep so I walked out
and found Jean and we went to one of the massage rooms. Jean
spread out a clean towel and I dropped mine and got up on the
table jaybird naked.
"Most women are very uptight about being naked in front of
people," Jean said. "It's something of a compliment that you
aren't intimidated by my presence." Jean poured warm oil on my
back and began massaging my newly-discovered muscles.
"I've really never been prudish," I said. "Actually, Ken
and I are quite liberal and open-minded in many things." Jean's
kneading fingers felt wonderful as she worked on my shoulders and
back.
"Oh? How so?" Jean asked.
"Well, about the only foolish expenditure we made in the
last ten years was the video cassette recorder we bought in 1981.
We rented lots of X-rated movies over the years. And I do mean
lots. I hope that doesn't offend you."
"Oh, no, on the contrary. I love watching those tapes
myself," she replied with enthusiasm. Her fingers were doing
wonderful things to my spine and lower back. "My boyfriend gets
so excited when we watch that, well..."
Oh, Jean, don't worry," I assured her. "You can't embarrass
me." She was now squeezing and rubbing the oil into my buns and
my thigh muscles.
"Jim loves the scenes where two women go down on each other.
He gets incredibly hard and I just love to give him head while
he's watching the screen." Jean was now working on my inner
thighs, inches from my simmering cunt. I knew she could feel the
heat, stirred by the conversation. Where was this headed? Only
one way to find out, I decided, spreading my legs to allow her
easy access to my thighs...or wherever.
"My husband is the same," I told her. "He loves to watch
one or two women sucking a cock and he also loves to watch two
women eating each other." I felt Jean brush my cuntlips with her
finger. That intimate contact caused my pussy to twitch and
begin leaking juice.
"What about you, Paula?" Jean asked, her voice soft and low.
"What do you like?"
"That's a tough question. I like to watch guys with big
dicks do anything."
"I'll second that," Jean chimed in..
"I like watching someone being licked or kissed all over.
Hmm, I like watching a woman rub a guy's bulge while he's wearing
briefs."
"What about watching women?" Jean asked breathily. "Do you
like watching women make love?" By then, Jean was boldly rubbing
my dribbling pussy. She was feeling me up as well as feeling me
out.
"Hmmm, I do love to watch," I replied, spreading my legs
even more and welcoming her finger as she probed my puss.
"Reminds me of some great times I had with my college roommate.
Actually, Jean, you remind me of her. Her hair was brown, but
her body was like yours."
Her hands broke contact with my flesh. "Like this?" she
asked. I lifted my head and turned to see Jean strip off her
leotard and stand naked, revealing a superb body, taut, firm,
with perfect proud, pink-tipped breasts and a copper-colored
triangle that was bedewed with her own secretions.
"Exactly," I said. "I wonder if you taste like her." I
turned onto my back and spread my legs. Jean smiled and climbed
atop me, head over my dark-haired mound, her heated slit juicily
hovering above my head. I reached up and pulled her snatch to my
mouth. "Even better," I mumbled into the wet flesh. I felt her
tongue on my clit and then I just became a passionate, lust-
crazed cuntlapper. I devoured her tangy love oil and nibbled her
nether lips. I chewed and sucked her inch-long clit and tongued
her steaming trench, sending my tongue as deep as possible into
her insides.
Jean was no novice to nookie munching, either. Her fingers
fucked my cunt while her lips and tongue worked magic on my clit.
We brought each other off I don't know how many times before Jean
climbed off my glazed face and we went to the showers. That's
where Jean told me about one of the perks of the club. Thursday
nights the club is open only for a select group of club members
for a special type of workout routine.
"We have a few dozen sexually liberated members who enjoy
getting together for some fun and games," Jean explained as she
soaped my breasts.
"Sounds like a swingers' club,' I said.
"Not really," Jean said. "Before AIDS, sex clubs were for
fucking and sucking. I used to belong to one. The rules were
simple: 'Put out or get out.' Now it's different. Oh, we have
swingers, yes, but we have plenty of people who only watch or
masturbate. There's no pressure on anyone to do anything. Think
you and that handsome husband of your would like to come?"
Jean smiled at her word play and took a long suck on one of
my nipples while she slipped a finger into my pussy.
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Thursday evening as Ken drove the car, I cupped my hand over
his bulging cock. At first, when I'd told him about the "Sex
Your Way To Health" night at the club, he thought I was kidding,
but I phoned Jean and she confirmed my story. While Jean
described the club and then told him about how she and I had
become better acquainted, I freed Ken's cock and began sucking
him just the way he likes, with loving licks and constantly
tugging his big balls. He shot off in no time and Jean told him
she could hardly wait to do him herself. That is, if we wanted
to participate with others, not just watch. Ken and I agreed to
check it out. We'd never been involved sexually with others
since our marriage (not counting my session with Jean) mainly
because we hadn't had the time or opportunity. But now...the
time was right.
Ken was hard in anticipation of having Jean's luscious lips
wrapped around his hose. "Hmm, you want some action, don't
you,?" I asked. I had no qualms about Ken getting his jollies
with someone else, nor was he concerned about me. Neither of us
would ever consider cheating, but swinging, when each was aware
of what was going on, was different and okay.
"Jean told me there's a guy there with a 12-inch cock." I
felt Ken's prick twitch when I said that.
"You'll love that, won't you?" he asked, knowing full well I
would. My fantasies centered on sucking or fucking big dicks.
Ken had a fat 9-inches, which was plenty to keep my pussy
purring. But, as many women know, a big prick on a man who knows
how to use it can be heavenly. When we pulled into the club
parking lot, my cunt was simmering. We were both raring and
ready.
Our magnetically coded card opened the door and the
receptionist was a grand reminder of where we were. Sharon is a
22-year old California blonde. That night she was gloriously
naked, her all-over tan and firm breasts bringing a moan from
Ken. She told us to undress in the changing room and to explore.
I noticed the end of a vibrator peeking from her cunt and when we
thanked her I said, "Have fun!" as we headed for the changing
room.
We walked out wearing white terrycloth robes. Ken's semi-
erect cock tented the front of his robe and kept peeking through
the opening, but he quit trying to hide it when we got to the
main exercise area. More than a dozen people were there, all
totally naked, all engaged in some sort of sexual activity and
all combining that activity with some body-building exercise.
I noticed that near us was a petite young blonde lying on
her back in a position normally used to press a weight with her
legs, to strengthen calves and thighs. But, rather than the bar
of the machine, the girl's feet pressed against the weighty
shoulders of a man. With every extension of her legs, the man's
body would rise and his cock would slide out of her pussy. She
controlled the pace of the workout, the pace of the fuck. Since
her legs were obviously in such great shape, I knew that that was
a favorite exercise of hers.
"I'm glad you made it," Jean said as she padded up to us,
her firm tits barely jiggling, nipples hard and inviting. "Why
thank you for the compliment, Ken," Jean added, looking at Ken's
now-stiff cock as it stood proudly. "Paula, do you mind if I
welcome Ken to the club?" she asked.
"I think he'll die if you don't, Jean." I untied my robe
and hung it on a nearby hook. "He's been looking forward to
tonight."
"Well, I don't want to disappoint," she said, removing Ken's
robe and taking hold of his truncheon. Ken's cock curves upward,
so unlike many hung men whose cocks are victims of gravity's
pull and seem to droop, my husband's shaft looked all the more
awesome. From the look on Jean's face, I could tell she was
favorably impressed. She led him to a machine, had him grab a
bar and begin pressing the weight while she knelt and begin
lavishing his aching prick with her skilled mouth.
I looked around, taking in the sights of cocks screwing
mouths and cunts, two women entwined in a sweaty coupling on a
mat which reminded me of my session with Jean and made my cunt
twitch. Then I saw what I was looking for: that 12 inch cock
Jean had told me about. Tony, the cock's owner, was lying on a
padded bench, his proud prick buried in the cunt of a woman who
appeared to be in her mid-forties (I later learned she is 57!)
She was exercising her arms by using a bar to lift her body.
Naturally, the higher she lifted, the more of that long cock
appeared, all slimey from her pussy. Lowering her body, she
impaled herself on that delicious-looking piece. I walked closer
to watch.
"Hi," the woman said to me. "I'm Ellen. You must be Paula.
Jean told me all about you. And I mean all. Hope you don't mind
if I finish my set with Tony. I love to feel him shoot his spoot
deep inside me."
"I don't mind waiting," I said. "Anything I can do?" I was
already fingering my pussy in an effort to scratch my itch.
"Let me taste," Ellen responded. I held my finger to her lips
and she sucked on it hungrily. "Hmm, Jean was right, Paula. I
want some of that when I'm through here. Okay?"
"Sure thing, as long as I get to clean up the deposit Tony's
going to leave." Ellen smiled, closed her eyes and concentrated
on her exercise. I reached down and rubbed her clit then took
hold of Tony's immense balls and gave them a squeeze to hurry him
up. The sooner he came, the sooner I could give my snatch a
workout.
That seemed to do the trick. With a lot of grunting, his
balls lurched as he sprayed Ellen's pussy with his spunk. The
white syrup was forced out of her crammed cunt and I wiped some
of it off his sac. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and savored
the flavor of the funky mix. "Hmm, good," I pronounced. "A
superb blend of nut nectar and vin de pusse." Ellen laughed and
climbed off Tony's softening tool. She held her hand over her
snatch to keep Tony's leavings inside while Tony went to a nearby
chair and drank from a glass of orange juice. I wondered how
long I'd have to wait for him to recover, but Ellen answered
that.
"Tony's good for five or six comes, Honey. That was only
number two. Give him a few minutes and he'll be rarin' to go.
Now, lie down here so I can eat your hair pie." I lay on the
bench and Ellen straddled my head. When she squatted, her
scarlet gash opened and out drooled a frothy ooze which I caught
in my mouth. Ellen lowered her puss so my tongue could snake its
way into her cooze and lick what I could.
Ellen lifted my legs and bent my knees to raise my cunt to
give her mouth plenty of room. When she started eating me, I
again went into frenzy, thinking only of the flavor filled, juicy
twat in my mouth and the thrilling tongue dancing in my ballroom.
I lost track of time, but by the time Ellen got up, we had
attracted a crowd of naked onlookers. A limp-dicked Ken sat in
the floor, looking a little glassy-eyed. Jean looked at me and
smiled, holding up two fingers.
"Two yummy loads," she said, rubbing her belly and licking
her lips. Hands were groping crotches and Tony walked over, his
turgid prick dark and almost ominous looking. He sat on the
bench and helped me get in position. I grabbed the bar and
pulled myself up while Tony lifted me by the waist until his big
knob lodged at the gate to my pussy. Slowly, I lowered myself
onto that cooter prod, feeling it stretch and fill me. It felt
fantastic being stuffed with cock in front of an audience. I
decided then and there that I must be an exhibitionist. And I
was glad of it.
Two women were paying particular attention to Ken, licking
his chest and sucking his nipples, until, right there in front of
me, they sucked his cock and balls until his prick was again
reaching skyward. As much as Ken loves getting sucked, though,
he couldn't take his eyes off me and the way Tony was churning my
cunt cream into a bubbly love butter. Several of the women
tongued the stuff from our meshed organs, then deeply kissed the
nearest male or female, spreading my taste, which they all seemed
to enjoy.
I held onto the bar and pulling up was easy because the
pleasure was a big incentive and because Tony's big, strong hands
were raising and lowering me on his prick, so I wasn't lifting
all my bodyweight. Naturally, it was quite a strenuous, sweaty
workout, a fucking workout that was absolutely incredible.
Mouths sucked my tits, nibbled my ears, kissed me deeply as I
peaked, holding that exquisite climax until I felt Tony's hot
sauce spray my insides. His cum was hot and it seemed like a
geyser was spouting steaming liquid fire inside me.
I had to be lifted off Tony's "exercise beam." Marla, a
tall lady with short, brown hair, quickly began to lovingly lick
Tony's tool, evidently getting him ready to fill her furrow. I
saw that Ken had gotten hard again and was working on the two
voracious women who had gotten him up. One was on her hands and
knees, the other perched on her back. Their pussies were close
enough so that Ken, on his knees, would hump at one for a bit
then pull out and probe the other gash. I went over and gave my
husband a deep, long kiss.
"I love you, Ken," I whispered. By the way he moved and
breathed, I knew he was close to coming. "Give them your cum,
darling. Ooh, yes, honey. Shoot it. Shoot it!" Ken huffed and
puffed and gritted his teeth and with a roar he buried his cock
balls deep in the girl on the bottom. She squealed delightfully
as she felt his spunk shower her channel. Ken jerked his spewing
shaft out and I quickly grabbed it and guided it to the top
girl's waiting strawberry-blonde pussy where he emptied his
lotion.
By that time, everyone took a break, drinking fruit juice,
some heading for the sauna, a few swimming a few laps in the
pool. Still, one dark-haired girl named Susan, who Jean assured
me was an inveterate lesbian, spent her break munching the new
cunt: mine. How could I object? She must have had a three inch
tongue that wiggled its way up my love tunnel.
After about an hour, all seventeen of us formed what has to
be the largest daisy chain I'd ever heard of (though we've since
had longer.) There was one couple who didn't participate, but
sat and masturbated one another as they watched us. Since we had
more women than men, I had a pussy to feast upon while a woman
ate me out. I ate the blonde with the strong thighs that
squeezed my head when she came. I got to watch as she struggled
to suck on Tony 's pole. I had a great view of his hairy balls
hanging above the blonde's chin and glimpses of her pink tongue
circling his rod. Ken was somewhere in the group, I'm not sure
where because we moved around so much. See, we kept changing
positions, alternating between lying passively and being in a
superior position where we moved like doing push-ups on our
knees, our heads bobbing into swampy cunts or mouths engulfing
stiff cocks. All in all, that was a superb introduction into the
club.
Ken and I are in great shape, now. Thanks to the
nutritional changes we made in our diets and the regular regimen
of exercise, both of us are fine specimen of health and vitality.
The sexual workouts serve as incentive more than anything.
Several times we were encouraged by being assured that when we
could complete a certain number of reps or sets, or press a
certain weight, we'd get special favors. In recognition for one
goal, Ken received a tongue bath four women.. One of my rewards
was to suck off six stiff cocks. I also received a lesbo tongue
teatment from Susan, Jean and Sharon.
We're now in the process of purshasing some wooded acreage
somewhere and establishing a nudist health spa which would
incorporate the sexual workouts. Fitness can be fun, in more
ways than one!
END