Gym Rats

Janet went to the gym every other day after work, three times a week. A professional woman in her mid-twenties, she envisioned a future for herself with this powerful company. To keep herself in the positive eyes of her supervisor and his bosses, she had to maintain her professional appearance. If they stopped looking at her, they would also stop looking at her personnel file for qualifications to move her up. She had always known that business was a sexual boys' club and rather than fight it, she joined it -- in her own way. Women have always had the power. They just got their minds poisoned into thinking that using it shouldn't be that way.

Sure, some men are competitive and would use every trick in the book to keep a woman from claiming a job that a man had been coveting. Companies are getting smarter. Playing those political games is a death trap to team building and cooperation toward stated corporate goals. Jobs should go to those who have worked hard to prepare through education, training, attitude, and when necessary, the skills to motivate others to rise to their own personal levels of success. Male or female, it makes no difference if all other criteria for success are met.

Janet had done her research into the corporation heads and members of the board. There was a mix of the old-school boys' club, for example. Some newer members wanted to be protectors of the women they employ, by keeping them "protected" from the cutthroat ways of business. Then, there was a new wave of strong women who had broken a few barriers to sit in the big conference rooms of the upper floors. They were well educated, strong-willed, and ready to fight for the company. One day, she would be one of those women. She worked hard at the office, and she worked hard in the gym. She also played hard whenever she could. That's where this story begins.

After changing into her sloppy, loose-fitting workout clothes, she stretched her muscles and warmed up in the aerobics area of the co-ed gym. She was focused. She came to workout, not attract me the way some girls flaunt themselves in tight-fitting leotards. Those didn't absorb any perspiration or keep the muscles warmed up as she worked. Janet was there to workout, not to attract attention. The wrong attention in the gym did not fit her overall career agenda goals.

The treadmill was the next stop. Her shoelaces were tight, and her shoes fit her well. She draped her towel over the bar and started the machine to a walking pace for five minutes, then a jogging pace for five minutes, then a running pace for four minutes monitoring her heart-rate on her wristband device to be sure she stayed comfortably in the training zone.

As she progressed from walking pace to jogging, another woman took up the machine beside her and started walking. She had a pretty face and reddish-blond hair, but she was in the right place and the right frame of mind to be losing a few pounds. Janet never trained listening to iPod music, she listened to her own breathing pace and paid attention to the depth of her lungs. Music was a distraction to her. She had been training for so long that her internal rhythm was enough to help her keep up her pace.

The automated treadmill warned of the next stage of her program. Janet was ready to run. Her sweatshirt was beginning to show some water loss as she picked up the pace while checking her wristband monitoring device. Her blond ponytail swayed at the rhythm of her feet. She looked like a well-oiled machine as she ran -- poetry in motion. There were no thoughts in her mind -- only the next stride and the next half mile to run.

The treadmill buzzer sounded, and the treadmill slowed down to a walk before stopping. Janet grabbed her towel to mop her face and dry her hands. Then bent over to retrieve her bottle of electrolytes in water. She was in it to win it, but she wasn't going to deprive her body in the process. It didn't take her long to catch her breath.

The girl on the machine next to her climbed down, desperately out of breath. Janet watched her. "Are you alright? Feeling dizzy? Do you feel faint?"

"No, I'll be alright in a minute. I'm new here and -- to be honest -- I'm not sure I'm doing all this right."

"Did you speak with the trainers here at the gym?"

"Are you supposed to? They all act like they couldn't be bothered unless a girl looked like those girls over there with the perfect bodies on display in those stretchy leotards."

"Yeah, I get that. The male crew on tonight are whore-dogs and all the girls know it. Of course, there are the kinds of girls who go for that type of guy. I don't get it. They are so obvious about it too."

"You seem to know a lot about training and everything. I've been in college for the last three years, studying, reading, sitting on my buttocks, but trying to get good grades. I have one semester more before I can think about grad school. This is my future, and I must be prepared."

"What's your focus?"

"I hope to be working toward and M. B. A. after graduation. I know it's not what women usually do but working with numbers and what they can mean in business decisions really turns me on. Powerful men listen to a well-qualified M. B. A. I don't seek attention, but I do seek respect. Do you know what I mean? Besides, good looking men in expensive suits is also a turn on for me."

"I can understand that. Good for you."

"Thanks. But back to current reality, what do I do about my physical program?"

Janet looked around the gym, but didn't see Lisa. Come with me. Oh, what's your name?"

"Helen. Helen Michaels. What's yours?"

"Hi, good to meet you. I'm Janet Myers. Let's go see Lisa. She's a real personal trainer with proper background credentials. Most of the guys on this crew are students who maybe had a year of physical education at the college level but dropped out of sports due to an injury or loss of scholarship due to poor grades."

"Wow. It's fortunate I ran into you, Janet."

"I'm glad I met you too, Helen. I think we're going to be fast friends."

At the control desk, Janet located the personnel schedule and found Lisa's work schedule on the clipboard.

"Bad news, Helen. Lisa isn't on until tomorrow afternoon. Tuesdays are not my usual days to workout, but if you want to meet her, I can come tomorrow and make sure you get the attention you need. She can make out an effective program for you."

"You'd do that for me? Thanks!"

"Hey, you're worth it. Now, if you'd like, you can follow me around on my circuit tonight. I can show you a few things, maybe help you familiarize yourself with these machines, then later we can go have a beer together."

"A beer? Really?"

"Of course, you know in Ireland -- as the story goes -- Olympic trainers used to encourage their athletes to drink Guiness beer after T-sessions. Guiness is a very heavy beer, but a couple of domestic Lite beers couldn't hurt. Totally up to you, of course."

"Sure. I think I'd like that."

"Great, it's a date then. Now, let's go over to the twist machine."

Janet found ... or rather Helen found a kindred spirit in Janet. She spent the remainder of her training time escorting Helen around the gym to the various machines, explaining body hydration and nutrition, and caring for her body which she admitted she had been lax about. Janet wanted to be close and monitor her progress. She was pretty and motivated along similar lines as she. They could be good friends. In the shower room, Helen wasn't shy. She dropped her workout clothing at the bottom of the locker, put up her hair, grabbed her moisturizing soap and a towel and walked to the shower. Janet noticed she had very nicely shaped breasts and a natural curviness that was attractive. Her pussy hair was bushy and needed a trim or a wax, but the reddish-blond color was pleasing against her healthy pale white skin tone. She used a good skin care regimen, that's for sure. Janet was looking forward to working with her in the gym and getting to know her better over a social beer or two.

On Tuesday afternoon, Janet introduced Helen to Lisa, the gym's real personal trainer. They talked about Helen's overall goals for muscle toning, weight loss, and help balancing her nutrition needs as she increased her training. It was going to be a change in her lifestyle and her old ways of doing things just would not do. Lisa made it very clear that discipline was the real key.

Helen said, "If I have the discipline to work and study hard at school, our workouts are just another form of discipline. I think I'll be fine, but feel free to correct me any time. Janey, you too, of course. Okay?"

The new fast friends were on the right track and oriented toward success. Helen would work on it, Lisa and Janet would watch, instruct, and encourage her. Everyone was happy.

One the third day of Helen's training, she happened to watch a guy on the treadmill how didn't appear to be wearing compression underwear or a jock strap under his gym shorts. He was free balling. Helen always wore a sports bra when she exercised. How could he workout unsupported? She remained coy in her side glances, but his junk moved so freely that it was distracting her to no end. As focused as she was on her own program, suddenly she was sidelined. She shook her head to get back into her game, but this was a question to ask Janet about.

Janet came in on Friday nights later. Sometimes, she went out with friends after work. Helen should have gotten her phone number for just such things. No matter what, she would have to be at the gym on Friday night no matter how long it took to meet up with Janet.

Fortunately, Janet arrived at her usual time at the gym. Helen was already dressed and ready for her workout. She walked over to Janet's locker.

"Hey, Janet. How have you been?"

"Great. The work week is over, the paycheck is in the bank and after this workout I can finally relax for a couple of days. How about you?"

"I'm great too. But there's something I wanted to talk about."

"Fine. I'm here to help."

"Yesterday, while I was doing my routine, this hot guy came in wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, but he wasn't wearing a jock strap or compression underwear. His ... organs ... were jostling around in his shorts. When he was over doing bench presses, I could swear I saw the head of his ... organ ... peeking out from under his shorts. Then, when he was doing leg presses on that machine, the legs on his shorts fell and I could swear I saw everything. Isn't there a rule here about that kind of thing? It's very distracting. Especially to a girl like me. I study so much. I only think about sex when I read erotic literature on the internet. I have a lot of bookmarked stories."

"Was he wearing blue satin-like shorts with a double stripe down the side and a black AC/DC t-shirt?"

"Yeah. How did you know? Do you know this guy?"

"Yeah. That's Ryan. He says his hose-monster must breathe just like all his other muscles. He also says those jock straps and compression shorts are too restricting and prevent blood flow in that area. No blood flow, no oxygen into that area. Yeah, as distracting as that is, he's a firm believer for sure."

"Well, these damned sports bras are too restrictive, but you don't hear women complain -- too much."

"It can be hell what we go through to keep our breasts firm and high -- anything to keep the youthful look and prevent the sagging that comes later to those who are blessed -- like you, for example. I hope Lisa has given you some exercises to strengthen your breast muscles. You have great tits, if I may say so."

"Well, thanks. Good bras are expensive, but worth it. A woman must care about her appearance and not just write it off as aging when it can be strengthened and delayed in life. So, back on topic... what can be done about Ryan ... was that his name?"

"Well, there are no rules. Women can go commando under their gym shorts, so why can't men?"

"Yes, but it's different ... very different."

"Well, then, do what I do. Focus on your exercise routine and nothing else. The fact that you were distracted shows you weren't focused. I can understand that, though. Don't let it upset you."

"I guess you're right. It's been so long since I've had sex, I've forgotten which arm to look under."

"Yes, I see what you mean. Maybe we should work on that some other time. Now, let's get you sweating and tightening up your butt a little. It has a nice shape and a sweet slope. Let's not lose that."

"Janet? Are you hitting on me by any chance?"

"Not really. Well maybe, but at this point it's more appreciation of who you are inside your body that's attractive. Be all you can be kind of thing."

"I get that. I did try with another girl in my freshman year. It was exciting, different and new, but it didn't feel exactly right somehow. Nobody knows a woman's body like another woman. Wouldn't you say? Still, I enjoyed it. We always knew it wasn't love or anything. Just an experiment. You know how it is. Huh?"

"I think you're right. Women can be and really ARE the sexual masters of the world. You know that don't you? You realize, of course, that the King of the Jungle is the lionesses who hunt food, bear their young, and raise families that propel the species into the future. Women have the control. Men just buy us diamonds. Ha-ha."

"You're right. Well, let's finish up here. I had some rough tests at school this week and I could use a beer after our workouts."

"Sounds good. Game on!"

Later, at McGinty's Pub -- a fine Irish Pub near the gym -- the two girls sat and talked some more over an iced cold brew. It was the flavor, not the alcohol they were after. A thirst quencher based on ancient recipes. You know, the good stuff. They talked about Helen's school work and where she wanted to go to work afterward. Janet shared some of her insights about the corporate world she was involved with. The two seemed to have much in common but their conversation didn't end. They ordered another round of drinks.

Janet steered the conversation back around to sex. After a hectic work week and her gym schedule, sex seemed to be the only thing missing in life. "I read somewhere that you don't miss what you've never had. I think that means that whatever sexual experiences a person has, fades away in memory over time so that it becomes either unnecessary or not a priority. What do you think, Helen?"

"Of course, even for a kid without any experience, sex still intrigues. Once the hormones are released into the body during puberty, it becomes a biological imperative to reproduce the species. Being modern women, we prefer to avoid pregnancy until the appropriate time in our lives. We want the right conditions for a successful family life, not just to have babies for the sake of babies. Then there are the choices of birth control methods available to us today. It would be irresponsible not to make use of them. Don't get me started about disease prevention. Sorry to be so long-winded, but I did a white paper on the subject for a class two years ago and have given sex a proper amount of thought."

"Was that before or after your experiment with another girl? If that's not too personal."

"It's okay. I can talk about it. It was about the same time, as I recall. As you go through coursework, the mind wanders on the subjects being presented in class. Then, there was Wendy. She was the sun tanned, California girl-type from the Midwest. I fixated on her small, firm breasts and she was fixated on a pale-skinned strawberry blond. I had highlights and lowlights done to my hair. I'm back to nature now. Come to think of it, she loved my bigger breasts. We both agreed that we weren't lesbians, but we might be willing to play. She said my pussy tasted like strawberries. I didn't think so. Her pussy tasted pretty good, though. We had fun for about a month until she found a boyfriend who gave her other pleasures, I suppose, so we broke up. I still see her around campus, but she just waves. We never talk anymore."

"So, have you ever had boyfriends?"

"Of course. I bloomed early. I had lots of guys walking me to classes in Jr. High School, then helping me with my locker -- whether I needed it or not -- in high school. My prom dates wanted to see and feel my breasts and I wanted to see their penises, so we traded handling each other. Emotionally, I wasn't ready to have sex with any of them yet. One thing I found is true. Penis doesn't taste like pussy, that's for sure."

"You're funny, Helen. Is that the beer talking now?"

"I dunno, maybe. I feel comfortable talking with you like this. You were so kind to me at the gym, showing me around, introducing me to Lisa, and helping me get comfortable around the gym. I really appreciate that. People aren't that friendly to one another like that these days."

"No, they aren't. But getting to know you these past weeks has been a good experience for both of us, I think. Don't you?"

"I do. Things can only get better from here, I think."

"I hope so. I study so much that I don't make very many friends. Just people I share classes with for a few months and we go our separate ways."

"I get that. My college days were about the same."

Just then, their subject of discussion a few days ago, Ryan, walked into the bar. He was dressed in a business suit and his tie was loosened and the top button on his dress shirt was unbuttoned. He ordered a beer, and the bartender brought him one. He took a long pull at the long neck and set it down on the bar for about two seconds, before he took another drink. Janet and Helen watched.

Helen spoke first. "That looks like a wool-blended suit. I hope he's wearing underwear this time or his balls are going to itch like crazy."

"Oh? Maybe you'd like to scratch them for him. Huh?"

"He's not bad looking and I already know he packs the gear to make a woman happy."

"I know he does. Would you like to meet him?"

"Is he single?"

"Well, not exactly." Janet got up and walked over and stood next to Ryan at the bar. She ordered two more light beers from the bartender. Her voice caught Ryan's attention as he seemed to be scanning the early crowd in the other direction. He immediately turned, smiled, and gave Janet a warm hug and a long kiss. She spoke to him as her drink order came. She told the bartender to add it to her table tab. Then she invited Ryan over to the table with Helen. He quickly finished the one he started and ordered another. When the bartender brought it, he paid for his drinks and cleared the table tab for the girls as well.

He tipped the bartender and grabbed his beer and walked over to their table.

"Hi. Mind if I join you?"

Janet took the lead. "Helen, this is my boyfriend, Ryan. Ryan, this is Helen, my new friend from the gym."

"How do you do, Ryan. I must say, you look very different today than the last time I saw you in those blue gym shorts and the black AC/DC t-shirt in the gym."

"Oh yeah? Janet says I clean up nicely. I usually shower twice a day. So, how are things going for you at the gym?"

"Well, thanks to Janet introducing me to Lisa, I'm on a good exercise program and I really think it's working for me."

"You're a lovely lady and you need the hot body to go along with it. If you're anything like Janet, she uses her body almost like a weapon to succeed. Of course, her credentials speak for themselves, but being attractive certainly helps."

"Janet and I have had some pleasant conversations about that. I think I'm now a believer too. I just want to look and feel healthy. I'm making progress."

The three of them continued to talk about small things in general, getting to know each other better along the way. After about the third beer, Ryan tried excusing himself to go home, change out of his suit and veg-out from the week's activities. He turned to Janet and asked, "Janet, will you be out very much longer?"

"Helen and I were just about to wrap things up here. I don't know about Helen, but I've had enough to drink after our workouts. Now, we'll just have to work harder to burn off those calories."

"I think you're right. One is not enough, two is good, but three is pushing it for me. I'll just settle up my tab, so you two can enjoy the rest of your evening."

Ryan spoke up. "I've already cleared your bar tab. No worries. It seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do."

"And so, it was. Thank you. Very much appreciated."

"So, do you have any plans for tonight?"

"I could study, I suppose, but my mind needs a break too. I'll probably pop some corn and watch a movie on TV. Typical single girl stuff."

Janet and Ryan seemed to be having a private conference in whispers.

"Helen, if you'd like to hang out with us tonight, we'd love to have you over to our apartment. We could play a board game, card game, or something else. We could order Chinese. How about it?"

"I'd love to. Great."

"Well then, just follow us. We'll have a three-car parade. Haha."

Ryan left first. As soon as he was out the door, Helen slapped Janet on the arm. "Why didn't you tell me Ryan was your boyfriend, the other day when we were discussing his ... junk?"

"Why are you so upset?"

"Let me ask you something. Do you think it's fair to let a girl fantasize about another friend's boyfriend?"

"Hey, why would it make any difference, one way or another?"

"Well, if you can keep a secret, I masturbated three times last week about having sex with your boyfriend's cock. How does that make you feel?"

"I dunno. He's got a nice cock -- no denying that. I think it's kinda hot! What's more important is what do YOU think about it? Do you still want to come over, now that you know?"

Helen couldn't answer that question right away. She needed the driving time to consider it. "If I show up at your apartment, then I guess you'll know. I have to think about my embarrassment and how to deal with that before I can decide."

"Fair enough." Janet found a dry bar napkin on their table and wrote her address on it with a ballpoint pen from her purse. "I'll put my phone number on here too, just in case. How's that? Whatever you decide is totally up to you. We're going to order food and maybe watch a movie too. Sometimes, we're just exhausted about our work week and Friday workouts."

"Okay. I'll let you know. Thanks for not pressuring me. I've made a fool of myself."

"No, you haven't. Don't give it another thought. Think of it like this ... did you ever feel the same way about a certain movie star or TV star? I know I have. I still do. It's a normal thing."

"I see your point, but I still want to think about it."

"Fine. You have all the information you need. Hang out with us, don't hang out. We'd love to have you over just the same."

"Okay."

So that's how they left it. Janet left the bar to go home. Helen went back over to their table, sat back down, then slowly finished the rest of her beer.

The doorbell rang and Janet got up from the kitchen table to answer it.

"Helen! So glad you could make it. Come in, come in."

Ryan looked up from his laptop screen on the kitchen table and waved. "Welcome, Helen. We hoped you'd come. We were looking forward to it."

"Gee, I hope I didn't interrupt anything. You didn't say you had any specific plans."

"We don't. We were checking out the news online and checking out the movie selections on Netflix for later. Take your shoes off. Relax."

Helen could see that Janet and Ryan both had their shoes off. She took hers off and left them by the door. Ryan was barefoot and Janet had on some low-cut socks. Both were dressed only in gym shorts and tank tops. Janet's pert nipples revealed she wore no bra, and why not? They stood out proudly without needing support. In the back of Helen's mind, she just knew that neither of them was wearing underwear either.

It was a nice apartment for a couple of working professionals. It had upscale furniture and was well decorated to impress business or friends. Helen wished her own apartment looked as nice, but that could wait for now.

"Can we get you something to drink? A cocktail, beer, or iced tea perhaps?"

"Well, sure. Whatever you guys are having. I don't want to be any bother."

"Then, do you want sweetened or unsweetened iced tea?"

Helen looked over to the kitchen table. They were having iced tea with lemon.

"I'd prefer unsweetened, if it's no bother. Uh, with lemon?"

"Sure. Coming up. Have a seat at the table, if you like."

Helen took the seat next to Janet. Ryan looked up at her and smiled. Helen noticed he had blue eyes for the first time.

"Honey, what do you think of this idea?" Ryan asked Janet as he pointed at his laptop screen. He wasn't reading the news. He was previewing porn.

"Hhm. Looks like fun. The more the merrier" She set down Helen's iced tea and kissed Ryan's cheek.

Helen thought Ryan was looking at home decoration ideas or extra throw pillows. The apartment clearly had a woman's touch to a man cave. She leaned over and looked at Janet's laptop screen. She had been looking at shoes.

Ryan closed the lid on his laptop. "Well, kiddies, what would you like to do tonight?" He pointed at the top shelf of the baker's rack with a stack of board game boxes. "See anything you'd like to play? We could play Gin Rummy, Hearts, Crazy Eights, or even strip poker, if you'd like." He said it as a joke, but he was testing Helen to see what she'd say.

"Strip Poker? How do you play that?"

"Do you know how to play regular poker? It's gambling that your hand of five cards will beat the hands of the other players. If your hand is the best, then you win all the money in the pot, or center of the table. If you lose, all the money that you bet goes to the winning player. Only with strip poker, you wager your items of clothing.

Essentially, you have the chance to go home naked, or with a grocery bag of other people's clothes. It never happens that way. The fun is playing the game. Everyone always gets their own clothing back to go home, of course."

Helen felt her face flush. Clearly, she found Janet and Ryan sexually attractive. She might like to win a few hands just to see Ryan's naked cock. She had already seen Janet's naked body at the gym. She had already declared that she lusted after Ryan but never mentioned Janet in conversation. That didn't mean it never happened. She remembered her freshman year and sexual experimentation with her friend, Wendy. If Janet was wired that way too, this could be fun.

"I don't know. It seems like pretty risky behavior. I mean, we haven't known each other very long or very well, for that matter."

"Totally understandable. Ryan and I play it all the time. Since we're already a committed couple, we play the game only as foreplay. After a few hands, we're both naked anyway. It always ends in having sex. Always."

Janet let that sit on Helen's mind for a minute.

Helen was deep in thought. She already wore more clothes than they did, so even if she lost, she'd still have time to think about it further before she was totally naked. The thought of having sex with Ryan was becoming like a real possibility now. Was Janet really willing to share him?

"Janet, can I see you in the bathroom for a minute?"

"Sure. It's right down the hall."

"I didn't want to discuss this in front of Ryan, but are you two being serious about this game? Are you suggesting we all three have sex together? Right here? Tonight?"

"A better question would be, do you think you'd like to have sex with us? You told me about your fantasies about Ryan. Did that include me too? It doesn't have to, you know. But I'd like to know if I could have sex with you. I've wanted to ever since you mentioned your experience with your friend, Wendy."

"Yes, I think I would. Is that okay? Would that be weird for all three of us to have sex together? How would that work?"

"Don't worry about that. I'm sure you'll have some ideas along the way. But listen, Ryan has a quirk. First, he can stay hard and not cum for a long time. He wears me out. Most of the time just trying to get him off is a challenge. Second, he likes a certain amount of ass-play. Don't worry about that either. It's usually my department. I love doing it to him. It gets him very hard and keeps him hard. If you can give good blowjobs and suck gently on his balls, he will eat your pussy and fuck us both all night. We're not totally compatible, but in the bedroom, ... well. Let's just say we can't get enough of it. Don't worry, I want to eat your pussy too. I hope you want to eat mine. You have such luscious lips. I confess, I've been thinking about you, too."

"What does Ryan have to say about it all?"

"This was Ryan's idea in the first place. He likes your breasts. He likes mine, of course, but he will absolutely drool all over yours when he sees them naked. What do you think now?"

It took her a minute to think. Does she need a shot of alcohol to boost her confidence or can she power on and go with the flow. "Janet, do you have any vodka? I think I need a confidence boost."

"I'll go you one better. Come with me."

Together the girls went into the kitchen. Janet grabbed a lime from the refrigerator and cut it into quarters, lengthwise, and put them on the serving tray. Then, she reached into the cupboard for the bottle of Tequila and three shot glasses. She added the saltshaker to the serving tray and brought it to the table. Ryan had already closed the laptops and pushed them aside. Janet set down the tray.

Janet explained. "Okay. A game we can all play. Here's how we play it - lick, salt, suck, shot, then lime. Got it? But instead of licking your hand, you pick one of us to lick anywhere there's exposed skin, then sprinkle the salt on the wet spot, then suck off the salt, shoot the shot, then suck on the lime. Simple. Right? I'll go first."

Janet eyed her two choices. Ryan took of his t-shirt to show off his abs. He really was a gym rat and paid attention to his body sculpting. Helen seemed reticent to getting into the game. Janet gave her the look. She picked up the saltshaker and took her time licking the left side of Helen's neck, sprinkled on some salt, and sucked it off slowly using her tongue to rake it up and down her skin giving Helen goosebumps. Then she reached for the shot off the tray, downed it, then sucked the lime juices. "There. See? Such and easy game to play. Now, it's your turn."

"Helen seemed shy, but it's always the quiet ones who have the fire inside that surprises everyone. She took the saltshaker from Janet, still hesitating. She took a step toward Ryan, looking him directly in the eyes as he stood perfectly still. Helen lowered her lips onto Ryan's bulging chest muscles and left nipple wetting it and lingering to stimulate it. It grew hard between her lips. She sprinkled the salt, then sucked it again swirling her tongue around it and sucking it lightly. She noticed his gym shorts rising in front. Then, she quickly downed the shot and bit down hard on the lime. She felt the warmth of the Tequila and the slight embarrassment at what she'd done. "I'm sorry. I guess I lost myself for a moment."

"No need to apologize, Helen. I enjoyed it very much." He looked down at the tent in his shorts to direct her eyes. "Can't you tell?"

Helen looked away, then did a double take.

"My turn," Ryan said, looking at Janet.

"Go ahead. Suck on me, daddy."

"Oh, yeah. Too bad you're wearing too many clothes."

"Rules are rules, Ryan."

"Get ready." Ryan started licking at the front of her chin and traced a wet line around her jawline, down the side of her neck. He salted her neck and drilled his tongue kissing into it as he sucked off the salt. Janet got goosebumps too. He went back for a second long kiss, then downed the shot, and picked up the lime to bite and suck down the juice.

After that, they stood in a circle, looking at each other in silence. Someone had to make the first move. Helen was the first. "That was fun. Can we do it again?"

Ryan cut another lime and refilled the shot glasses. "All set."

This time, nobody followed the rules of the game. They skipped the house rules and went straight to bar rules. Helen licked her hand, salted, licked the salt, downed the shot and bit the lime. Then, she took the lime and squeezed some juice on Ryan's left nipple and fastened her lips to it, licking and sucking it hard. She kept an eye on his gym shorts.

Janet and Ryan did the same, hurrying with their shots, then fastened their lips to each other in wild abandon. Helen's hand reached down and massaged his cock outside of his shorts. Janet reached down and put her hand on top of Helen's letting her know she approved. She guided her hand around, down, and underneath his crotch giving her the grand tour. Her lips and tongue still working on his nipple. Everyone's breathing became erratic.

Ryan broke his kiss with Janet. "Uh, shall re adjourn to the bedroom? I think we're all on the same wavelength now. Anyone want another shot before we go?"

Helen needed more confidence and quickly poured herself another shot and downed without the salt and lime ritual. "Anyone else?"

Within a few short minutes, they stood near the bed and all their clothes on the floor. Helen wasted no time and zeroed in on Ryan's hard cock. She was on a mission to see how hard she could make it. Her long-neglected pussy had desperate plans for a long ride on it.

"Hold on a minute. Let's let him lay down first."

Ryan slowly moved backward sitting his ass cheeks down on the edge of the bed. Helen never took her hot lips off his cock holding onto his ass as he moved. Once he sat down, he laid back flat and stuffed a pillow under his head. This was Janet favorite. She climbed onto Ryan's chest on her knees and positioned her pussy over Ryan's mouth. Ryan was ready. Janet brushed her pussy over his chin and lips as if she were painting him. She settled down onto his nose for a second, just for fun. Ryan began exploring her pussy that he knew so well with his lips and tongue, sucking in on her inner lips. Ryan slurped up her juices and mentally begged for more.

Helen's mouth lunged in and out on Ryan's hardness. She wrapped her free hand around behind his balls and freely licked and sucked one at a time into her mouth, rolling it around in her mouth before pushing it out and sucking in the other one. She had been dreaming of this ever since she saw him that first time at the gym. Ryan let out a moan into Janet's pussy.

Ryan's back began to hurt being bent so far backward with his feet still on the floor. He used his elbows to pull himself up on the bed so he could bring his feet up onto the end of the bed. Janet followed him, pussy first, inching forward with her knees, then replanted herself back onto Ryan's chin. Helen was grateful Ryan's feet were now on the bed. It raised his hips and gave him leverage if he wanted to raise them further. Now she had greater access to the whole area.

Janet got up, feeling juicy and primed to give Ryan some pleasure in return. She moved down to Ryan's cock next to Helen. "Care to share?"

Still holding onto Ryan's balls, she took the left side of his cock and Janet took the right side of his cock and ran their lips together back and forth along his length as Helen gingerly fondled his balls. A thought walked through her mind. She was feeling buzzed and free. She got up off her knees and got up onto the bed and straddled Ryan's torso and took his cock again, then backed up her pussy up to Ryan's mouth. She was just the right size to suck him while he pleasured her. Janet took charge of his balls.

Helen moaned as Ryan licked and sucked her ginger haired pussy lips. It fueled her even more and she sucked him harder and deeper. Janet moved his balls out of the way and used her tongue on his perineum. She knew he loved that. Then she targeted his asshole and gave it some lashing, before pointing her tongue and began drilling it in. This time, Helen's pussy received Ryan's pleasure moans. Helen watched, but couldn't exactly see what Janet was doing, but she could only guess. His cock was as hard and long as it was going to get. She looked at Janet and whispered. "Can I fuck him now?"

Janet only nodded.

Helen jerked his cock as she pulled it from her mouth. Then turned her body around and started kissing Ryan's lips with a questioning look in her eyes. Ryan nodded. Helen reached under and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and settled backwards slowly enveloping the hardness. It was a pleasure she had not known for quite some time. The real pleasure was much greater than her mental idea of it. She sat for a few seconds and let him soak insider. Then she started to slowly move her hips. Her tight pussy made Ryan grin with pleasure too.

Janet decided to help Helen enjoy her experience. She moved up and licked Helen's asshole as she continued plunging up and down on her boyfriend's cock. Startled, but Helen didn't stop. He felt so good. She rode him hard. Then Janet tapped her on the shoulder. "You can leave some for me, you know."

Helen opened her eyes and brought herself back to awareness. "Wha'? Oh, of course." She disengaged his cock and took up a position back on Ryan's balls. Janet got up and stuffed his cock inside her pussy. As if she had spurs, she might have said, 'giddy-up', then rode him hard. Her smallish, firmly pointed breasts were jiggling and bouncing with each thrust. Ryan smiled. She kept herself in good physical condition just for times like this. Ryan's hands gently caressed her, and his wet thumbs worked her nipples as she thrusted deep and fast. She wanted to make him cum this way.

Helen tried licking Ryan's asshole the way Janet had. It wasn't like anything she imagined. It just made him harder for Janet, the way she had done for her. She stood up and returned the favor to Janet by licking her asshole, too. She tried to slow down on Ryan's cock, but she was in the zone. Helen shifted from her asshole down to the base of Ryan's cock at the spot it entered Janet's pussy. She licked and sucked his hairless balls. Between the two of them, they were on a mission to make him cum. Ryan remained quiet. They knew he was having a good time, but they couldn't tell how close he might be.

Janet had the idea. She climbed off Ryan and got him up on all fours. She told Helen to slip underneath him so she could suck his cock in deep. He could eat her pussy, and Janet could rim his asshole. It was a combination of stimulation that had to work. They worked together and gave it everything they had. Finally, Ryan began breathing heavily. His stomach muscles began to quiver. Janet turned up the heat by wetting her middle finger and circled his asshole while she sucked his balls.

She felt the muscles under his perineum begin with small pulses. It wouldn't be much longer, but Helen was in prime position to catch his cum. Helen kissed the head of his cock and milked it as she would a cow in the barn. Janet and Helen massaged and stroked and waited. Finally, his cock erupted. Helen took the first spurt, but Janet pushed her face in and bent his cock toward her lips for the next few spurts.

Finally, Helen squeezed out the last few drops and sucked them from the head. Ryan rolled over and took a deep breath. Janet put her hands on both sides of Helen's face and kissed her upside down, licking and sucking Ryan's cum from her face. Helen tried to do the same to Janet's upside-down face on top of her. Finally, the two kissed. Helen whispered, "I never did taste your pussy like I wanted to."

"I never tasted yours either, but don't be upset. I'm sure we'll have another opportunity.

Ryan stood up and stretched out his frame. "Well, who's hungry for Chinese?"

Janet ran in and fetched the take-out menu from under the refrigerator magnet. Everyone placed an order. Ryan phoned it in. "They said they could deliver it in 30-minutes. Who's up for a shower? There's just enough time, if you girls will leave my dick and balls alone for a minute."

"No promises," Helen added.

Janet only smiled.

~ the end ~

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