Nothing Like a Good Stretching

"Your arch is very good. Have you trained before?"

Sona Hu tried to tamp down the annoyance as she curved her back in an utterly wicked arch. Of course she was good, she almost made it to the Olympics. Still, that had been over 10 years ago and it wasn't good to dwell on the past.

"You're very talented."

Mentally, she preened a little from the praise. It was surreal to be back at a gym for the first time in over a decade. Of course, this tiny brick and mortar establishment was hardly reminiscent of the state-of-the-art facility she trained in when she was younger. She felt herself relax a little more as her body went back to motions it half remembered. She knew she would be sore in places she forgot could be sore the next morning, but every stretch felt like coming home.

It didn't hurt that Alec's calloused hands were on her body, pushing her into every stretch. There had been an instant connection when she first found herself in the tiny, newly opened gym in town. When she was signing up for lessons, she could tell he had a real passion for gymnastics. Posters of gymnasts from all eras across different nations adorned the limited space. The gym was filled with quality equipment where no expense was spared. His body was also a monument to male gymnast fitness standards. Alec was probably a few years older than her, but he had a body in absolute peak form.

Sona was certainly in fine form herself, but nowhere near her peak thinness she had as a teenager. Normally, it was easy to feel accomplished and beautiful because she wasn't surrounded by wannabe Olympian gymnasts any more, but she was certainly slovenly next to Alec.

It was easy to overlook because of the obvious lust he had as he eye-fucked her constantly. Normally she would've found it annoying, but his hands and actions remained perfectly professional. And besides, it felt... nice, to be looked at like that. Appreciated by someone like him.

"I trained for a bit," she replied.

He gave a small chuckle. "You've trained for more than a bit. You look like you got into gymnastics at quite a young age. Probably quit for a few years too."

Sona was shocked by the accuracy of his statement. Maybe he had been looking at her body so intently for practical reasons. It stood to reason a gymnastics instructor might need to look very closely at a student's body to know what type of lesson he needed to tailor to.

She then awkwardly realized she hadn't replied to his statement. "Yeah, you got it," she said awkwardly.

He let out another chuckle, but there wasn't a hint of smugness. Casually, he lifted her body in the air for a handstand.

"Well, how'd you get into gymnastics, and what brought you back here today?" he asked.

She strained her arms to try to hold her handstand as long as possible. A few seconds later, her balance tipped. Before she could even hit the ground, Alec caught her in his strong arms. The rush of sensation from blood falling to her head and her sudden drop caused her to be extra sensitive to his large hands holding her waist and thighs.

Slowly, Alec deposited her on the ground. Spread-eagle and on her back, she took a few seconds to catch her breath.

"Ah, I went to nationals a few times, but I quit after I didn't make the cut for the Olympics when I was 17. Focused on school. Decided it would be good to support a local business," she said with forced casualness. Quit was a honestly weak word for what she did. Sona had thrown out her gymnastics equipment in the dumpster after cutting it to shreds with scissors because she failed to make it to the Olympics. She had a weeks-long temper tantrum that led to her being suspended from school for fighting. Teenage Sona had not taken well to failure.

She looked over her shoulder, a wry smile on her face from the memory. "You know, a fairly normal story."

"I would have gone a little harder on you if I knew you went to nationals."

"Ha!" She sat up from the mat. "I do need some time to get back into the swing of it."

"Hey, for what it's worth, I think you've still got it," he raised his hands defensively.

"Shut up and help me with the next stretch."

"You got it boss!"

Weeks later, Sona was feeling indecisive in the changing room. Wrapped in just a towel, she had taken a quick shower which did nothing to douse the heat inside of her. On one hand, she wanted to run right out of the changing room and give Alec a big sloppy kiss. On the other hand, she wanted to hit herself for having such a ridiculous thought. The way he looked as he demonstrated poses to her was positively sinful. There were weeks of banter that she couldn't determine where good customer service ended and flirting began.

As she tried to use her key to open the locker, she realized she didn't have it. Now she had a number of choices. The normal person thing to do would be to put on her sweaty workout clothes and just grab the key where she left it. However, she knew that she was Alec's last customer of the day and the gym had been locked up. They were the only ones there. If she walked out wearing just the towel, well, she'd see where things went from there.

The sound of lips smacking on lips echoed in the otherwise silent gym. And within that room, a single towel fell to the ground, and what followed was the breathless gasp of a girl being pushed against a wall.

Sona knew she had a type. She was for the gymnast men. Away from the watchful gaze of her mother or coach, Sona had enjoyed meeting up with boys from the gym. The rigid, lean muscle on hers and the way they could twist her body around was something she didn't realize she needed until it was gone. Her one attempt with a non-athlete guy after retiring from gymnastics had left her horribly disappointed. If they didn't want to fold her like a pretzel, then what was the point?

Alec was exactly her type.

Even though his hands stayed away from her boobs and ass, they felt so good roaming on her skin. He knew the exact right amount of pressure to give with his calloused fingers running over freshly washed skin. The kisses they shared were ravenous. With every inflammatory touch, they tried to pull their bodies closer together.

He smelled good. Cologne couldn't mask a day's worth of mild exercise, but Sona loved it. As he peppered kisses from the corner of her lips toward her ear, she took her lips and latched onto his exposed neck. Weeks of sexual tension was being released, but not quickly enough for either of their tastes.

"Ohh..."

Sona smirked in satisfaction as she felt his whole body tense when she licked his neck. It was a delicate-looking thing, long and pale with hardly an ounce of fat. She sank her hands under his shirt, grasping the hard muscles in her hands.

"Take it all off," she commanded.

It took a few seconds for Alec to finally let her go, but they untangled themselves eventually. He drank in the sight of her nude body, desperately trying to preserve the memory. Her hair was loose, long and wild. Her porcelain skin was all bared, and as beautiful as he imagined. Thick thighs and hips for her diminutive frame were both pretty and practical. Unsurprisingly, her pussy was clean shaven, likely waxed. She seemed like the type. Her perky breasts had been wonderfully soft and squishy on his skin. He took his time removing his tight gym clothes, revealing his abs two-by-two when pulling his form-fitting t-shirt over his head. Keeping eye contact, he slid his shorts down his legs, letting his massive cock spring free.

He chuckled at her gobsmacked expression. It felt good to have the upper hand again. Closing the distance between them, he cupped her chin and looked down at her, emphasizing their height gap. Sona stood tall on her tippy toes, but was only able to kiss his chin. Pulling herself up like she was climbing a tree, she balanced her weight on the foam mat walls of the gym before she felt his strong arms reach under her butt.

Their mouths met, and they sank into the kiss. Sona felt small and light as she was pinned to the wall with Alec's hands gripping her asscheeks. Her breath hitched as one hand moved a little closer to her dripping wet folds. He started to tease those lips, assessing how wet she was. Sona moaned into his mouth and gripped him tighter. She needed him to go faster. She needed more. He only teased her a little longer, before he sank his first finger inside. Her skin shivered and her toes curled at the sensation. Compared to her, the finger was huge, and the rough skin on the knuckle stimulated her sensitive pussy. First, it was just one finger plundering her depths, then it was two. He rolled his fingers around inside of her, scraping against her walls. By the time 4 fingers were inside of her, she was whimpering in pleasure while bucking her hips in the air.

"Why'd you stop?" she whispered.

"I don't want you coming on my fingers like this."

Removing his soaked hand from her, he carried her to a bench. The rough plastic was less comfortable than the foam padding on the wall, but it hardly mattered when Alec's fingers were back inside of her. From this new angle, he was able to curve his fingers just right to hit more of her sensitive spots. In minutes, he had her seeing stars.

"Oh, fuck!" she uttered. Lying on the bench, she was able to writhe and squirm to her heart's content. With her climax moments away, she arched her back in anticipation, waiting for delicious oblivion to hit her.

And with a sloppy squelching sound, Alec suddenly withdrew his fingers from her core. "Fuck you!"

"You're so cute like this," he said smarmily. Her cheeks were rosy against her lily-white skin and her whole body was heaving for quick gasps of air. He had wanted this for so long.

Effortlessly, he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and leaned over her. It wasn't even difficult for his fingers to trap both of her tiny wrists, especially with her feeble protests. His cock was inches from her pussy, and he could practically feel the heat like a siren's call.

"Scared now? Afraid you're going to blow it all in two pumps?" She trapped his hips between her thighs, enticing him to go further.

"I want to savor this moment. You, naked and all bothered, underneath me,"

"Hurry up, pretty boy," she said. She tried to wriggle her hips in a way to get some friction, to bait him even more. With his free hand, he guided his cock carefully to her lips. The massive head alone struggled to get in, even with her wetness. It also didn't help that she was squirming underneath him, assaulted by pleasures. There was an overwhelming feeling of fullness as the shaft made its way deeper.

Sona's vision began to swim as more dick filled her up. The rest of the world fell out of focus as more of her mind was concentrating on the sensations. A thick hand holding down her wrists, a hot and heavy body pinning her down, and a fat cock splitting her open, those were the important things right now.

Alec was satisfied seeing Sona's eyes go glassy with just his first thrust. She was a sensitive girl, and he intended to fuck her for a very long time, so waiting wasn't an issue. "Tell me if I can keep going," he whispered into her ear.

Her body felt like it had been split open and every nerve was raw. This was something she hadn't experienced in years, and it felt all the more better for it. Sona could barely fathom it getting better, but she nodded in response.

"Tell me with your words Sona."

Her eyes widened upon hearing her name come out, all silky yet demanding. A shiver went up her body. She wanted to submit, but she also wanted to punish this man for making her wait for so long. Making her make the first move. Leaving her inches from two orgasms before pulling her back. She shook her head defiantly.

Her whole body tingled when Alec shifted ever so slightly and his stone-hard cock brushed against her walls. "Don't think I haven't noticed your gym clothes getting sluttier and sluttier until you took them all off. I bet you were soaked down there after every session."

"Are you going to do something about it? I see the way the other bitches at this gym look at you. Or are you...!" Her breath caught in her throat when Alec slammed his cock deeper into her. The base of his cock brushed her clit, forcing out a low moan. His member drew back slowly, pulling at her clenching pussy with every inch. Sona imagined her organs shifting back into their proper places as the pressure on her entire lower stomach was abated for a moment.

Her breaths started to come in quick gasps as Alec inched his cock back inside with another glacial thrust. Sona felt like this was another long arduous workout with her body being stretched to its limits, given a break, and then stretched just a little bit further the next time. He continued his meandering pace, making sure every inch of her pussy was tender and completely drenched. In the back of her head, she was waiting with bated breath for him to cut loose. At some point, he would lose his patience and just rut into her with fast hip thrusts and just push her careening over the edge.

But the slow and steady pushes and pulls kept coming. Her body was beginning to tolerate the pleasures, and she was afraid of building a dependency. She wriggled her hips, trying to eke out a little bit more.

"Naughty girl, did I say you could move?"

Instinctively, Sona's hips stopped. It was the same voice Alec used in practice if Sona couldn't hold a pose long enough, but laden with unrestrained lust now. She had never thought it would be something sexy, but she knew she would never hear those words the same again. Desperately, she pushed her head forward to capture his lips. She was willing to do anything at this rate to come.

With his free hand, he pulled one leg flush to her body. He felt a dirty sense of pride at how flexible she was. A few weeks ago, she would have pulled something by holding this pose. Now, he decided she had waited long enough. Like an engine accelerating slowly at first, his hips didn't immediately start pistoning at full speed ahead. He wanted to wring every bit of pleasure out of her before her climax. Long and slow thrusts had been grating on his patience, and his thighs trembled from the exertion of such precise movements. It was all worth it to break down Sona and have her mewling and begging for more.

Sona cried with glee as he started to really move. His massive cock was carving into her, taking her breath away with every hit to her cervix. Though she had never imagined taking such a large dick before, she was quickly being converted. The burn from stretching one leg all the way up combined with all her other pleasures.

"Harder you bastard! More, more," she grunted out.

"Yeah, I'll give you more!"

Alec had dared not dream that his favorite client would do something so trashy as fuck her personal trainer, but here she was, like putty in his hands. She seemed so aloof and put together, nothing like the panting bitch in heat underneath him. The little sounds and moans he got as a reward were so sweet. He could tell she was getting closer by the way her body was tensing around him.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod YES!" The promised orgasm hit her like a truck. She could feel her legs quiver as shudders ran up and down her body. Her pussy was fluttering, but she could somehow tell it wouldn't be enough to make Alec cum. She felt heat pool in her lower belly as the fat cock inside of her just kept going. Her climax kept going. What she thought would be a white-hot instant extended through several hard ruts. Finally, she felt the last bit of tension in her stomach unfurl completely and render her pussy and thighs numb.

"Why'd you stop?" Sona was fairly sure he hadn't cum yet, but she could tell he was pulling out of her. Desensitized nerve endings could barely feel his cock leave and she felt cold and weightless without his body on top of hers.

"Well, you made a bit of a mess," he said. He was walking away from her and she was tempted to beckon him back. Looking down, she could see that she had soaked part of the bench and much of her inner thigh. Sona flushed with embarrassment, but was a little too out of breath to move. Gingerly, Alec returned with paper towels. The rough surface of the cheap paper caused her to cringe even with their lightest touch. She took the towels out of his hands, wiping herself down.

Alec came back with some disinfecting wipes and cleaned off the bench. Feeling was beginning to return to Sona's legs and she stared at his nude body. His forearms flexed as he brought his best effort to clean her girlcum off the plastic seat.

"Have you had dinner yet?" he asked with his best smile.

"I don't care about dinner, I want you to fuck me more!" Her words came out more aggressive than she expected, but she wanted him to cum. She wanted him to lose all control, and prove to her that she was still sexy. She wanted to claim him as her own.

He advanced on her, his cock still turgid and massive. Great veins throbbed with pleasure and his ballsack was pulled tight to his body. His lean muscles were on display, shifting and rippling with every move. His abs crunched and uncrunched as he drew sharp breaths. She loved the effect she was having on him, but she wanted to push things further.

In a small voice, she asked, "can you fuck me on the vault please?"

His eyes lit up. It was an idea he had thought of a few times, but one that he would likely never forget if he did it. He would have to spend every day after this looking at the vault and thinking about how he had fucked Sona on top of it. "Naughty fucking girl," he said appreciatively.

Sona blushed from the praise. Taking his hand, she led him to the vault, shaking her hips with every step. Her wet thighs rubbed against each other with every step, and she still felt a little wobbly on her feet, a little dizzy from the orgasm. The vault was a little like an angled table or platform to jump off of, something designed to take a lot of force without even moving. She draped herself over the lip of the vault, grabbing the higher edge under her fingers. His feet clapped the vinyl floor mats and she tensed her whole body as she felt his steady presence behind her. Her toes were barely touching the ground, and she was so excited she had half a mind to kick her feet.

This time it slid in easily. With the new angle, she was even more irresistible. Her wonderful ass was full and perking out for him to just grab. His hands were on her in ways that were entirely inappropriate, but she loved it. She arched her back as his fat cock filled her sensitive pussy. He was tempted to grab her hair, but he decided that he would wait just a little longer. It would be a surprise for later.

"Fuck... you're still so tight and wet," he said. He loved the way her ass jiggled ever so slightly with every smack of their hips. He loved looking at the lean muscle that she had built, and he pounded into it greedily.

She turned around to look at him. "You... can... go a little harder than that... right...?" Even as thrusts were taking her breaths away, she still had the audacity to ask for more. He focused on his weeks of pent-up lust, letting it fuel him as he slammed into her with all his force. She was helplessly pinned to the vault as his full weight crashed onto her. The way her tippy toes barely touched the ground just perked her butt out even better.

He couldn't take the teasing any more. He wanted to stretch her out and mark her as his own. Every movement was wild, animalistic, dominating, and he fucked with the intent to carve the shape of his cock into her slutty pussy. Violent thrusts filled her cunt, forcing her to scream and moan.

It was easier, this time, to reach her peak. He was getting so forceful with her, bringing the full might of his wonderful muscles to bear. She craved his harsh slams filling her up and his tight grip on her hips and waist. She quivered, she curled her toes, and she cursed under her breath, eyes rolling back as she squirted and came all over his cock. There was molten pleasure concentrated in her core, spilling out its heat all over her body. Yet despite her tightening pussy, Alec still pounded into her without pause.

One orgasm became, two, then three. Her muscles clenched and tensed for the initial climaxes, but as she lost count, she felt herself grow limp and boneless. Overwhelming sensations flooded her brain. When he grabbed her hair with one clenched fist, it was the easiest thing in the world to just come all over his cock.

This time, he didn't care about the mess. Sloppy juices splashed out onto their thighs and legs, but he ignored the wet trails and the growing mess on the floor. He wanted to push her as far as she could go, and take what had been teased in front of him for so long. Sona was barely conscious, barely able to scream out in pleasure, but she was a wet and willing hole for him to slam into.

It couldn't last forever. Alec had been on the precipice of a massive orgasm with cum just churning in his balls, needy for release. Controlling himself felt like holding the reins of a bucking beast, and his grip was finally slackened.

"Alec!"

Her voice was hoarse and raggedy, but it was the push over the ledge. Lightning bolts went off in his brain as the sensations in his body intensified. Lights swam across his vision as he felt himself truly unleash upon her pussy. His cock pulsed with the force of his orgasm. Torrents of cum were pumped into her deepest depths, filling her womb before it started to spurt out the sides of her pussy. Alec felt creamy and sticky cum start to ooze onto the base of his cock and his thighs, but he kept himself hilted through his orgasm.

Sanity returned slowly to Sona. No longer was a massive cock barrelling into and ripping every breath out of her lungs before she could think. Instead, the veritable fuck log was only stretching her out and creampieing her soaked pussy. Every twitch of the fuckstick sent jolts of pleasure up her spine. In her oversensitive pussy, she could just barely feel the thick cream of the cock flow out of her. The hot cum inside of her was a wonderful prize for being such a good fucktoy.

"Everything okay?" Alec asked. In his passion, he may have done too much, too quickly. He had been selfish in sating his own lusts, but Sona deserved so much more.

She needed to take a few moments to breathe. "Never better," she said. "I'm fucking filthy, though."

Needless to say, moans were soon echoing off the tiled walls in the shower. It was taking all of Sona's strength to just support her own weight on the wet metal railing as she was getting railed. Her legs were spread wide, held apart by the ankles, and the burn of a good stretch added to the sensation of a hard cock splitting her walls. His gaze was so intense; it felt intimidating to match. Instead, she focused on what she was feeling. She let every wave of pleasure toss her head back and roll her eyes. Her knuckles were beginning to whiten from gripping the railing while the concrete gaps in the tiling were scraping her back, but it was hard to care when her pussy was being pulverized so wonderfully.

She had always loved it this way. Her best lovers were the ones who could deliver blow after punishing blow to her walls and leave her wobbling on shaky legs. Of course, Alec was head and shoulders above the timid, or worse, arrogant, boys from her teenage years. His hardness lasted longer, pounded harder, and he wasn't a bad talker either. Undeniably, she was proud that she had milked out a giant round of cum from him, but the competitive side of her wanted more. She wanted him as exhausted and sore as she was.

One more time, Sona felt the tension in her body snap. His cock was hitting sensitive parts of her pussy she didn't know about. Her arms strained, and with the same sense that he used to tell if she was about to fall, he caught her between his body and the wall. As he adjusted her body, he lifted her ass a few inches off the railing. It was electrifying to be held up like this. If she thought too much about it, she would likely panic at the thought of falling, so the only solution was to surrender.

She surrendered to the pleasures ripping through her body. When he moved to kiss her, she let his mouth just dominate. At this point, she would do anything for him if he just kept plying her with more fucking. Her legs wrapped around his back, caressing the wet back of his thighs. While she had cleaned the earlier grool and cum from between her thighs in the more chaste part of the shower, her cunt and inner thighs had now been glazed with a new layer of juices.

Hot water sprayed onto Alec's back, however it was the last thing on his mind as he crushed Sona's body to his and speared her with mighty thrusts from below. She gripped him desperately, hands on his back, legs around his waist, and obviously cunt around his rampaging cock. Despite his prodigious stamina, he knew he was flagging. His legs, his lungs, and his arms were aching from the exertion, but he wanted to give her the fucking of her life. The fucking she deserved.

Her eyes were rolled up in mind-broken bliss and her tongue hung out of her mouth, but Alec had never seen anything so beautiful. In the final stretch, he put his all into every move. He wanted to ruin her for anyone else.

"OH FUCK!" He yelled as his seed erupted in a mighty deluge. Something in her mind cut out and her legs fell limply to her sides as his climax sent tremors up and down his body. With a final few bucks of his hips, he deposited the last of his load into her overstuffed and oversensitive pussy.

He slowly let down the insensate girl, catching her the moment she looked like she would fall asleep on her feet. Stepping a little to the side, he let the shower stream wash over her. It was erasing the evidence of his climax, leaving behind only reddened skin. She was trembling and shaking, but he could see her breathing slowly return to normal. Her head was drooping and her hands found the metal railing.

"So, can we get takeout for the dinner please?"

And there it was, that beautiful smile that first captured his attention. After all that he had fucked her raw, it was a relief to know she also wanted more of him.

Sona's eyes were closed as she focused on her posing. Her hands were tightly wrapped around the rope hanging from the ceiling as she tried to keep her legs in a 180 degree split. One foot was planted on the floor, the other outstretched to the ceiling. It would have been a lot easier, and a lot less fun, if she wasn't also actively being plowed by her coach. A giant wombwrecker was hollowing her insides out, pushing her whole body back and forth with each slam. Ever since their first night of debauchery, Sona's gymnastics lessons had devolved into increasingly creative fuck sessions. It was great to have a reason to love gymnastics again.