Two chicks and their married instructor
Hannah and I wanted our arses and tummies in shape for our bikinis in summer. We were committed girls, intent on driving guys wild with desire as they took in our peachy butts and well-shaped bodies on holiday beaches and nightclub hotspots.
However, it was mid-winter, and we were novices working out to keep our best assets in shape at a local fitness class full of out-of-shape middle-aged women. At nineteen, you have it and want to keep it. It gets you super regular sex.
Warren, the guy running the sessions, was hot. Really athletic and tall. About thirty. But married. However, that usually didn't stop Hannah; she liked experienced guys.
The classes were sold as a butt and thighs class. We nubiles watched as middle-aged buttocks wobbled and cellulite clung to thighs. But the program was close to our suburban homes, and we enrolled.
We were steadfast, attending thrice a week despite the repetitive and boring routines.
The stability exercise balls were brought out in our fourth session for a change. We tiny, sexy lasses tried to hide our smirks as middle-aged floundering fat lurched and quivered in blobs over the balls. Hannah and I had a great time showing off our natural skills and assets to our advantage.
Warren was extra attentive to us, especially during the back extension exercise, where you press into the ball with your stomach and hips, your legs extended straight behind you, and you push into the floor with your toes. Your hands are behind your head while arching, lifting up your chest. Warren got to see all our best features. Arses near dry humping into a ball.
Our tits are in near-perfect gym tops, popping puffy profiles. I mean, do those twelve times, and you're panting like a reverse cowgirl cock workout.
Hannah and I both had a near-after-sex sweaty glow.
By the time we finished squatting with the ball raised above our heads, Warren was getting great camel toe through our colourful lycra.
We were gym fashionista bunnies, too.
We were meeting two new guys at the local pub in an hour, so as the session finished, I told Hannah, "I need to tinkle. See you in the showers."
She said, "Be there in a sec, Faye, don't wait, don't leak here," and she laughed.
The dozen or so middle-aged women with saggy tits and belly flab were either too embarrassed to shower here or did it at home or had meals to cook or wayward teenagers to collect, cheating partners to catch, or God knows what. I had the changing room and shower to myself.
I stripped and paraded naked and enjoyed a warm, soapy body lather while doing the naughty pee steam in the shower. I was saving my orgasm for a lucky new dude after the pub. I did tease my body playfully, enjoying my hands defining my boobs and perfuming my shaved girly delight with a rich, frothy gel.
After a few minutes, I finished and was towelling off when I realised Hannah wasn't in the changing rooms.
The tart, I mused, must be chatting up Warren.
I thought it was a waste of time. He was cute, but he always wore his wedding ring at the gym, as if his wife owned him or he needed a reminder of his faithfulness.
I draped my towel around my body to peek out of the changing room and see what the bitch was trying on.
I had to put my hand over my mouth because my bestie was rutting like a bunny.
Hannah was bent over an exercise ball facing away from me, fully naked, except her fluoro pink pants were stretched at her ankles; her top was pushed up over her exposed tits, and our married gym instructor was totally nude, except for his gym shoes.
Warren was dogging her over the flexi blue ball, gripping the back of her top to ride her like a bronco.
His other hand steadied her hips and controlled her buttock's rhythm.
The bitch moaned, "Ooh! Ooh!"
I dropped my towel.
The scene was too hot not to touch myself. I was randy after denying myself entirely in the shower. I could see her pussy gripping hard big cock. I was privy to a bouncy raunchy fuck. Her butt was so soft. Her pussy so shaped by hard pecker. He was thrusting with true purpose. Strong and virile. And the bitch was moaning. And the bastard filling her was groaning loudly.
Of course, I touched my quickly wet slit. It was aroused.
Warren dominated her body, and she was enjoying it. They were both getting frictional traction from the exercise ball's give and bounce.
I couldn't stand it; well, my inflamed clit and sopping juicy pussy wanted some action too. I was suddenly in front of my girlfriend Hannah, with whom I had never had a bi moment and was pushing my pussy into her face urging her to lick it.
My bi-life started in a gym.
The bitch went feral with a cock pummelling into her pussy between her now tightly closed legs and her bestie offering her; a slick, liquid-glazed, pink fleshy slit to lick.
We were both ecstatic.
"Mmm, mmm," I moaned.
Warren's eyes bludged as he saw me join in such a lewd way. He didn't know it was my first threesome.
"Hannah, you bitch;" I pleaded after some sensational ribald licking by her, "share his cock."
She must have been guilty or, more likely pussy sated as she wriggled up, and suddenly, a married gym instructor was having his cock sucked off by two nineteen-year-old gym bunnies on their knees.
It was crazy but heady sharing a cock with my girlfriend.
Watching her lick and slurp his shaft. Then she watched me suck his balls and knob head. Then we were jerking it off together and swapping it between our mouths, watching each other gulp its length.
The end was purely decadent and probably burnt more calories than a week of workouts. We were both stacked over the exercise ball; I was under Hannah, my bestie's tits pressing into my back. And the dirty bastard was alternating between our demanding pussies, and we were humping into the ball for traction and springing back with it while gripping his cock in turn.
The filthy sod fingered our butts while screwing the other pussy. It was a triple selfish flesh feast. Our happy pussies jounced with cock filled pleasure. Bodies writhing together. Piled flesh.
I was soon pulsating where it counted, my orgasm assured. Hannah was moaning, grinding her clit into my soft butt for her climax.
"Oorrghh!" groaned the slitch!
It was Hannah who invited Warren to take her arse. I knew the bitch was getting it deep, the way she yelped in a pitched, guttural way. My arsehole was being fingered, but I craved the wider, deeper filling too.
"Hey Warren, don't neglect my freckle! Ferret in my bum!"
I got it soon enough. My little pink indented crack was invaded.
Boy, was it good.
Cock stabbed my arsehole.
Cock baited at my sensitive tight opening.
Then cock ensnared in my butthole as he pummelled deeper.
My flexi starfish cajoled and coaxed through its pleasure gradients.
"Oof! Raah! Sheez, that is so-oo- good! Hngh! Hngh!"
And the decadent finish was his tongue tip and spit swathes in a broad wetness basting of our girlie ring in turns, with a slashing, smearing, blistering, spot-on, divine lick-fest.
"Ugh, yeah! Ooh, yeah! Mmm, mmm!"
To finish, we took his repeated spurts across our faces, relished his wads of sprayed jizz in our open mouths and his cum splattering and dribbling on our boobs.
Gym classes were never dull or a drudge, especially after class, because there are too many positions for great sex in a gym with two bunnies and a Warren!