True Sex Stories: You’ll Find It At The Y-M-C-A

A dull workout can always be spiced up when you imagine fucking the gym patrons.

Whenever I go to the gym I get through the mundane robot like activity by completely letting my mind drift into sex. It could be thoughts of past cock, of how we fucked. Usually it is just a moment that sticks with me rather than the whole. The way we tried to meld our bodies together in our sleepy fuck haze–my pussy trying to devour your cock and your cock keeping me filled as I soaked the hotel sheets.

It could become thoughts of how I would like to seduce a new conquest. What will has lips taste like, what will his cock feel like under his pants as I make it stiffen. When this thought pops into my head, it is often the same scenario of me straddling the conquest, sitting on his lap, kissing, eye to eye, mouth to mouth, and his cock growing stiff under my pulse of a pussy.

These images pass my memory screen as I pound away on the treadmill or elliptical. Throughout my entire routine I do continuous Kegel's–while doing cardio I make my pussy do lots of little pulsing Kegel's, then when I move to the machines I hold the pussy move for longer bouts of time–with each 12 reps of weights lifted I do 6 sets of Kegel's holding them tightly pulling my cunt in harder and harder. The Kegel combined with my dirty mind makes my kitty rather slick and of course there is the smell (sweet corn muffin) wafting up from between my legs–always most apparent on those thigh spreads.

By about 3/4 of the way through my workout the effects of my mind and pussy have me completely thinking about getting fucked–seriously just the mechanisms of fucking–not the seduction, not the prelude, or excitement, thrill of the chase–but the actual fucking. All that fills my space is my cunt grabbing on to cock, squeezing it making you all mine, no  movement except in my pussy as I fuck you with no other body movement but that.

Last night I was at the row of weight machines that face the row of stationary bikes, upon which sat a father and son. The son was young, maybe 17, the father was young too maybe 42-44. My mind raced and pussy was thumping in time to the music in my ear buds. At each machine I lifted, pushed or pulled and with each move I tightly clinched my cunt. First around the fathers cock, I like the father, his hair loose and wild–his cock thick and controlled. Then the sons cock, I like the son, his cock long thick and dripping–no control just pure fucking uninhibited young cock. I fucked them both as I did my sets, my pussy pulling on their cocks, my panties getting wet and not from sweat. At the chest pushing machine I am positioned directly in front of them–tying not stare or make eye contact, wondering if they can see how wet I am–  in my mind the father is fucking me from behind while I suck and lick on young cock. Two pushes on the machine and one clinching hold with my pussy and I am lost. When I let go it's on your cock–repeat ten more times and then do a second set and continue fucking.

By the time I finish my routine, I have fully mentally molested the father and son and now it's time to go position my cunt on one of the hot tub jets and quietly cum. See, going  to the gym is not so bad.

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