Sküllpt 1.04 - Clare and Cody.

Where Clare discovers new desires from her unknown side and shares them with Cody.**

I was back at Rider News the day after my visit to Sküllpt, and I was still struggling to write that article in a way that felt right.

As someone who knew nothing about bodybuilding or fitness, that day had awakened and stirred something inside me that I couldn't quite grasp, and it was unsettling me deep down.

There were the women at that club, each amazing in her own way, that's for sure. But something else was going on, something that seemed to be speaking directly to me.

I did some research on Autumn. Sure enough, I found several videos of her being interviewed, filmed during competitions, or working out. Even in her early days, she was truly blessed with a physique that was both powerful and harmonious--one that drew attention and left no one indifferent. It also seemed that she had been a fan favourite in her days, as much for her physique as for her outspokenness, which elicited equally straightforward reactions.

But I couldn't seem to make progress on this article ; I kept getting bogged down in details that didn't interest me much. I was trying to capture what I'd felt--beyond simply discovering these physiques that were as astonishing as they were alluring. But I couldn't put it into words. Finally, I decided to call Autumn back.

-- "Autumn? Hi, this is Clare--Clare Petersen from Rider."

-- "Hi, Clare. How are you?"

-- "I'm doing fine, thanks Autumn. I'm trying to write the article on Sküllpt, but to be honest, I'm not very happy with it. I feel like I'm missing the point. Would you mind if I came by again, maybe to discuss it with you, or with other teachers or students? Maybe that'll give me the inspiration I'm missing!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Finally, Autumn's calm voice replied.

-- "Listen, Clare, here's what we could do. Come by tomorrow around 6 p. m. with your article. We'll go over everything together. Okay?"

-- "Okay. Thank you so much, Autumn. That's really very kind of you."

-- "Sure thing, Clare. See you tomorrow, then!?"

-- "See you tomorrow, Autumn."

The day was ending. I was going to meet up with Cody, my fiancé, that very evening.

He was coming back from a two-week business trip. Seeing each other again, going out to dinner, and making love : that seemed like the best plan possible to me.

Cody and I had been together for seven years. We'd met in college. He came from a more "Ivy League" background and was wealthier than I was. He travelled frequently to various places to set up and oversee projects launched by the family-owned industrial company run by his father.

Physically, he was barely taller than me ; his chestnut hair and blue eyes were the first things I'd noticed about him. He wasn't particularly athletic either, except in the summer for a few games of tennis and the regular outings on the family sailboat.

But I loved his hands when he held me close, the near absence of body hair on his chest, and the almost feminine softness of his skin, too. Though not athletic, he was quite handsome. I loved his honesty ; he was caring and gentle, with a great sense of humor. He put me at ease, and I trusted him--his love and his sincerity.

We got along well, both in life and in bed.

Before him, I hadn't exactly led an incredibly wild sex life, with a never-ending stream of lovers. But I wasn't a complete innocent either. Let's just say I'd had my share of flings--some more successful than others--and that I tended to be pretty selective when it came to partners. I wasn't really into one-night stands, as they say. Even though it had happened to me a few times...

When it came to sex, my physical desires were fairly tame I guess. But that was more out of shyness and a lack of self-confidence. Unlike some of my female friends, I wasn't the type to take much initiative in that area. I'd listen to them, sharing stories about their sex lives and sometimes I envied their creativity and ability to take "things into their own hands". But I was far from being able to do the same.

In any case, I didn't turn down the advances Cody would sometimes make toward me. I loved making love with him, and I was curious about all the sensations I might experience. I really loved it when he made me come, and I loved making him come, too--without holding back any pleasure at all.

I was heading home.

I started by taking a shower before getting changed to go out. The hot water on my body felt good; I caressed myself with the soap and stopped from going any further. That would be for later with Cody. Once I got out of the shower, I took a few minutes to look closely at myself in the bathroom mirror.

What I saw had very little to do with the women I'd just seen.

I flexed my biceps in front of the mirror ; the result was rather pitiful and laughable. The person reflected in the mirror had no biceps, no abs, no legs--nothing even remotely muscular.

But anyway... My body was well-proportioned despite a few extra kilos and some pronounced curves. I liked my face--my slightly almond-shaped eyes, my short, curly brown hair cut in a boyish style, and my full lips. I liked the curves my round hips drew against my slimmer waist and the shape of my breasts, not very large but nice and round, perched high on my chest. My legs and arms were probably too skinny. I had pretty feet that Cody loved to caress and kiss. And from what I'd been told, my butt wasn't the least attractive part of my body.

I caught myself imagining what I might look like with more muscle, stronger legs, firm buttocks and thighs, sturdy arms, well-rounded shoulders, and abs--real ones!

Those long-forgotten teenage feelings were coming back to me, insistently. It was exciting. But I hadn't been a teenager for a long time.

I quickly slipped on some underwear, a summer white dress with large yellow flowers that buttoned up the front, and a pair of light brown leather sandals. It was time to pick up Cody.

He was coming out of the airport just as I pulled up in my car. It felt good to finally be together again. Once we were in the car, I headed to one of our favourite restaurants, where I'd reserved our favourite table with a view of the little harbour nestled in the cove of the lake.

We were both hungry. Once we were seated at the table, in front of our large plate of antipasti, I told her about my week and my report at Sküllpt.

-- "You know, it was the first time I'd ever been around so many women who are so dedicated to bodybuilding. Have you ever seen anything like it?"

-- "Not really. I've probably seen some reports or snippets of competitions on TV, like everyone else."

-- "Yeah, me too. It's true that it's kind of weird. A little freaky, even! But with those women--seeing them in person, standing right next to them--I don't really know how to explain it, but I didn't get the same impression. It was different."

I thought about it for a moment. I didn't want to talk to him directly about the photos, or about the reactions they'd sparked in me.

-- "Can you picture me, like them, with muscles everywhere?"

-- "You mean, as a bodybuilder? Nah, not really. I like you better just the way you are." Cody started laughing. "And I'm not sure I'd be into a woman who was a lot more muscular than me, either.

But why are you asking me that? Are you into that?"

-- "No, not really--well, I don't know. It's just that I think there's something special and attractive about those women. But I can't explain it. It's more of a feeling. I can't quite put it into words."

-- "Maybe you just want to start working out, plain and simple? To get in better shape!"

-- "Yes, no, not really. I don't know, actually!"

I realized that talking about it with Cody was giving me the same mix of excitement and unease that I'd felt when looking at Autumn's photos. And above all, it had been a while since I'd made love to him. I realized I missed it. I wanted him.

But there was also something more--something unusual. I wanted sex, and not just because of Cody. I wanted sex for myself, to satisfy an inner urge.

Usually, I never felt this turned on, in this way--not even at the thought of making love to Cody.

Once we were on the way home, while Cody was driving, I couldn't resist the urge to caress him.

I started out doing what I often did : leisurely caressing his cheek, his neck, his arm, his leg. But very quickly, I wanted more.

While he was driving, I first undid the buttons on his shirt and began caressing his chest, looking at him with a hungry gaze. I licked my fingertips before gently caressing his nipples. I knew he liked that, and so did I.

-- "I don't think I want to wait until we get home!" I added in a feigned innocent tone.

Cody pretended to look surprised, but of course he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity that had presented itself.

-- "Looks like it," he replied.

With my left hand, I slowly undid the buttons on his pants one by one and freed his cock from his boxers. I began to stroke him, first with one hand, languidly, up and down and down and up. I could see Cody's face flush under my touch.

It didn't take long for his member to rise, stretched to its limit, hot, hard as steel, with veins bulging and engorged with blood running all the way to his glans, where I was now focusing my caresses.

With my right hand, I'd unbuttoned and spread my dress wide open and stripped off my panties. I rested my feet on each side of the dashboard so I could spread my legs as wide as possible and tilt my hips forward. I wanted Cody to enjoy the show, to be able to see me, to see my body throbbing, my pussy getting wet and opening.

Our breathing in the car grew increasingly heavy.

While I continued to stroke his erect penis with one hand, with the other I caressed my stomach, my pubic mound, and the insides of my thighs. I then moved back and forth around and over my own sex, lingering on my clitoris as it slowly revealed itself.

Like Cody, I let out moans of desire and pleasure.

Whenever he had to slow down to let pedestrians cross or other drivers pass, some of them might take a moment to enjoy the show, but I didn't care at all. I'd never behaved like that before. It wasn't like me at all--and yet! I couldn't--and didn't want to--resist it.

I wanted to provoke Cody, to heighten his desire--and mine--right away, right now, in this car. Cody was doing his best to keep his eyes on the road and maintain control of the car. But I was determined to tease him and push his arousal even further.

It was as if I had some kind of superpower over him, one I could enjoy at will, playing his body like an instrument. Feeling his pleasure rising along with mine gave me an extra thrill.

I varied the speed and pressure of my hands around his penis. At times, I simply brushed against it lightly. At other times, I gripped the base of Cody's penis with my hand, and with the other formed a ring with my thumb and index finger, firmly, and slid my fingers up its entire length. I would then start over in the opposite direction, beginning at the tip of his glans.

I could feel his legs trembling as he gasped for breath. So, I took his penis in my whole hand and stroked it with deep, vigorous, slow back-and-forth movements.

-- "Do you like that? Do you like it?" I asked.

-- "Yes," he replied in a whisper, "keep going, Clare, more."

-- "I want your sex, Cody! I want to make it harder than ever, just for me. I love it when I touch you. I love jerking you off. Just saying that to you makes me want to come."

My other hand caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples. Then I continued to stroke my clitoris while I masturbated Cody's cock, harder and harder, faster and faster. Our mutual arousal was rising, inexorably.

As soon as we got home--no sooner had we parked and closed the front door--I threw myself at him, wrapped my arms around him, and wrapped one leg around his hips so I could feel his erection more intensely and rub myself against it.

Cody, an attentive lover who cared as much about my pleasure as his own, saw that I was on the verge of orgasm and led me toward the couch.

I quickly took off his clothes and mine. I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to be able to gaze at him while he was erect. I loved the shape of his penis--its thickness, its form, the beautiful upward curve, and the shape of his glans that extended it.

I caressed his chest and aroused his nipples by kissing and sucking on them.

Cody's body was burning with excitement, ready to take me.  All that turned him on, and I loved it.

But our little game in the car had left me wanting even more. I could hardly recognize myself ; it was as if I were at the mercy of my deepest urges. And above all, I had no desire to escape it.

I pushed Cody into a large armchair instead of the couch, stood in front of him, and spread his legs apart to take in the sight of his hard, taut, glistening cock.

I then stroked him with one hand, flat, along the back of his penis, and the other hand, flat, along the front. In addition to my back-and-forth movements, I took the opportunity to play with my fingers all around and along his shaft. When I felt Cody's body tense up, I decided to take his pleasure even further.

I then slid one hand down his penis, from the tip to the base, where I held it tightly. Then I licked the inside of my other hand and closed it tightly around his glans before beginning to rotate my wrist. Slowly and gently at first. Then faster, with a tighter grip.

It drove Cody wild with pleasure ; he started screaming and moaning like never before. I didn't take my eyes off him, watching his face to see if the excitement was getting too intense. And also, because I was getting off on feeling him at my mercy.

When his moans grew too rapid and his orgasm threatened to hit, I would ease up on my caresses, barely brushing his cock, which was ready to explode. And as soon as he'd caught his breath, I'd give him the same treatment all over again.

At times, I leaned toward his chest so my breasts would brush against his. Waves of pleasure washed over my stomach and chest, causing me to let out muffled cries.

Cody was now fighting against the orgasm that was rapidly building inside him. I felt myself getting wetter and more aroused, but I wanted to push him to the limits of what he could endure.

I looked him straight in the eyes and whispered, biting my lip :

-- "Cody, look at me.

Don't take your eyes off me.

I want you... And I'm going to make you cum like never before."

Without taking my eyes off him for a second, I resumed my caresses--gentle, slow, and deep at first, then faster, more demanding, and more imperious. I could see his face contorting with pleasure ; I could feel his body tensing, the veins in his penis throbbing with blood--he was ready to explode.

I whispered in his ear.

-- "Hold back, Cody. I want more. I want to stroke your cock over and over again. Hold back a while longer. Give me every last bit of you."

My hands kept masturbating him, faster and harder. I focused on his glans, then took his penis in both hands again while sucking and nibbling on his nipples.

He couldn't take it anymore, and I was also on the verge of exploding.

Just before he came, I stopped abruptly, pulled my hands away, and stopped caressing him. I looked at him, as if I'd done something naughty--on purpose.

I saw the surprise on Cody's face--he was bewildered, lost : who was really this Clare, now? I smiled at him defiantly, took his cock in one hand, positioned myself on top of him, and impaled myself on him in a single motion--deeply, all the way to the root of his cock--my soaking wet, burning pussy, my body pressed against him, my arms and thighs wrapping around his body as tightly as I could.

I let out a hoarse scream of pleasure just as he entered me. Cody did the same, and I felt him explode inside me. The orgasm overwhelmed both of us at the same time.

It was at that moment of intense pleasure that, in a flash, my mind brought back the photos of Autumn and the others--men and women, naked, their muscular, oiled bodies entwined, in the midst of their sexual orgy.

Those images had the effect of a bomb of pure ecstasy on me.

Out of control, I screwed myself onto Cody's cock. My hips clenched and bucked on top of him in an animalistic unstoppable reflex. Completely drenched in pleasure, exhausted, I couldn't stop myself from fucking him over and over again.

Spasms of pleasure followed one after another until we were completely spent, leaving Cody and me utterly exhausted and drained.

I fell asleep in his arms, with a sense of physical fulfillment I had never experienced before.