Descent Into Depravity 4

by Jean Lambert

PART ONE

For me, going to the gym had a lot of benefits: fitness, muscle building and hot women in tight workout gear. I had been going to the same gym since I was sixteen, and in the last fourteen years, I had seen a lot of sexy women come and go. I was serious about my workouts, so I had never asked any of the women at the gym for a date. But it never hurt to have some eye candy while I was lifting.

Since I came to the gym often, I knew most of the regulars. Late evening was "Muscle Barbie's" workout time. I remember one particular Saturday night when I was working chest, and I spotted Muscle Barbie on the leg press. Fortunately, the position of the incline bench I was on gave me a perfect view of her while she pushed out each rep. She was blonde and kept her hair in a pony tail. She was short and well built. Despite the fact that she was muscular, she was not unfeminine. She clearly had a natural propensity to be curvy, and lifting had toned her otherwise voluptuous figure. Barbie's best features were her chest and her ass. She simply had naturally big boobs, that luckily weight lifting had not diminished. Her ass was bulbous and firm, and she could probably crack a walnut between those cheeks. That evening she was showing off her body in a pair of tight fitting cream colored yoga pants and a bra like sports top to match.

After finishing a few sets of incline press, and enjoying the view, I moved on to military. Once I had finishing my third set of over head press, a big muscle head walked in front of the machine and looked down at me. It was Hercules, or at least that is what I called him. I knew he was with Barbie, since I often saw them together. "Hey. Can you do me a favor?" he asked.

"OK," I responded. I really didn't know what else to say to this guy. We had never spoken.

"I saw you looking at my wife." Oh crap, I thought. This was going nowhere good. I was no pencil neck, but Hercules easily stood six foot four and had a serious body builder physique, All I needed was this guy asking me to meet him outside and then pummeling me into the pavement.

"Look, the incline just happened to be by the leg press," I said.

"It's cool, man," he interrupted and chuckled to himself. "I wanted you to go spot her while she does squats. You look like you can handle it, and I need to pound out some barbell rows." I was just glad he wasn't going to pound me out.

"Um, I guess I could."

"Thanks." He slapped me hard on the shoulder and walked off toward the barbells. I turned and looked over at the squat racks, and sure enough, Muscle Barbie was there with 135 lbs on her back. I was sure that was just a warm up set for her, as she had some pretty muscular legs. By the time she finished the set, I had walked up behind her.

"Excuse me." She turned around and gave me a bewildered look. "Your husband asked me to spot you."

"Lars ask you to come over?" she said. Hercules was really named Lars?

"Yes," I answered. "I can go if you don't need any help."

"Not for the warm ups, but I always use a spotter for the heavy lifts. Thanks. I am Lisa." She held out her hand and smiled at me. I shook her hand and smiled back.

"I'm Roy."

"Nice to meet you, Roy. Can you put another plate on the bar?" I grabbed a 45 and slapped it on one end of the bar, and Lisa slapped a plate on the other end. "I usually don't need a spot on this weight, but you can get behind me anyway." I did as she said and took a position close behind her. Up close, I could really see how short she was, at most 5'2". I was only 5'10" but I seemed to tower over her, particularly when she crouched and lifted the bar. Looking down at her figure, I could see up close just how sexy she was. I was mostly focused on her firm, round ass. Her skin tight leggings left little to the imagination and accentuated the crack between her cheeks. As she lifted the bar and squatted the weight, her glutes contracted in a motion that started to turn me on as I imagined her bouncing up and down on my cock. She managed ten reps at 225 without a spot, an impressive weight for her size. She did have some serious legs on her. I guessed that her thighs were probably the same diameter as my own.

"Can you put a quarter on next?" she asked. I grabbed a 25 lbs plate and added it to one end of the bar. She loaded the other end and again assumed the squat position. "You can spot me on this one." I lined up close behind her. She rested the bar on her upper back, and I put my hands on her sides as she lifted. As she squatted the weight, I could feel her muscles contracting. She had a well defined body. Her lats flared giving her a gentle V taper, and her glutes contracted with each rep. I felt my cock getting hard as I moved up and down with her in unison. As she made her sixth rep, she went to rack the bar, and I moved forward with her. At that moment, my pelvis accidentally pushed forward and my cock pressed against the small of her back. I retracted immediately hoping she had not noticed my chubby. Fortunately, I was not fully hard and my gym pants were pretty baggy, so my erection was not obvious unless you looked directly at it. She turned toward me and said "Now one more set of 315."

I breathed a sigh of relief, removed the 25 lbs plate and replaced it with another 45. Was she really going to squat 315? I didn't care. I was just glad she didn't notice my cock pushing against her. She bent under the bar again, and I placed my hands in the proper spotting position. She grunted as she stood up with the bar on her shoulders. She managed three reps with 315 before she replaced the bar on the rack. I was careful this time to avoid pushing into her.

"Thanks," she said. "That was my last set."

"Glad to help," I responded. I looked her in the eyes and kept thinking don't look down at her big breasts.

"I will let Lars know that you were a good spotter. Have a great rest of your workout, and then maybe take care of that problem." She gazed down at my crotch momentarily, and then she walked off.

My next thought was that I was a dead man. Lisa would tell Lars that I got wood spotting her, and Lars would drop a 75 lbs. dumbbell on my head. I couldn't move for a minute, and then I turned around. I scanned the gym, but I didn't see either Lisa or Lars. I decided to stay and finish my work out. At least that way there would be witnesses if I got attacked.

I completed my chest routine with several sets of dumbbell flies, machine press and cables. That took a good half hour. My mind was distracted the entire time, but I never saw Lisa or Lars. They must have left the gym. It was almost 10:00 pm by the time I left myself. I was wary in the parking lot, but again, there was no sign of them there either. I got in my car and drove home. I was relieved, though I now had to think about switching gyms.

When I arrived at my apartment, I immediately went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped while waiting for the water to heat up. Once the shower began to steam, I stepped in. After adjusting the temperature to mildly hot, I stepped forward and allowed my head and body to be covered in the hot water. I shampooed and rinsed my hair and then began to soap up my body. I was still a little pumped up from the gym, and most of my anxiety had gone.

As I rubbed the soap on my skin, I began thinking about Lisa, in particular her hot round ass squatting up and down and the feel of her back muscles contracting. I felt myself growing, and I could not help but give my member a few strokes. In seconds I was engorged. I imagined bending Lisa over right there at the squat rack and pushing my cock though her gym pants into her pussy. I knew that would never work, but hell, it was a fantasy. I could feel my balls start to ache as I continued to stroke. It had been a while since I had sex, so they were pretty full.

I had to stop thinking about Lisa. My encounter with her had almost gotten me beaten up, but the thought of it made me so horny. I didn't want to cum in the shower, but I had another idea. I quickly washed the soap from my body, stepped out of the shower and dried myself. Still hard I went into the bedroom, grabbed my cell phone and lied down on the bed. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Trina and sent her a text.

Are you free? Trina and I had never met in person. She was a beautiful red head that I messaged on social media about three months ago after my last break up. We quickly became friends, but things never moved beyond a certain point. We were what I would call "intimate chat buddies." A week after our first online contact, we started discussing our individual sex lives. It was amazing how quickly we both opened up about our experiences. We soon got to the point where we could talk about anything, even the most intimate details of our past, our desires and our fantasies. For example, I knew that Trina loved anal and had no problem telling me how much it turned her on. On more than one occasion the texts had gotten so hot that I had jacked off while we chatted. I told Trina that sometimes I did that. She didn't seem to mind, but she never mentioned doing the same herself. I liked to imagine that she did touch herself during our chats, but she never gave me reason to believe that she did.

Are you there.? I want to chat. What I really wanted was cum, but there was no answer. I waited a few minutes. Nothing. I guess she was busy. I flipped though my phone some more until I came upon another contact, Penny Blake. I stared at the name and debated with myself for a few seconds. I knew it would be a big mistake to text her, but I kept staring at my phone. Penny and I had dated for about six months. I broke it off with her three months ago just before I first contacted Trina, I didn't regret ending it with Penny, because, basically she was a possessive, volatile psycho.

I couldn't do it. I knew it would be a big mistake. I was pretty sure Penny had still not gotten over me. She called and texted me insistently after I broke it off. She even showed up at my apartment a few times and I had to threaten to call the police to get rid of her. I put the phone down next to me on the bed. Damn, I needed a release so badly.

Then I remembered. I flipped through the photos on my phone. Yes. I still had them. While we were dating Penny had sent me a least a dozen pictures of her in various states of undress which I had not deleted. I pulled up the first one, a picture of her naked breasts. She did have great tits, natural triple Ds with quarter size pink nipples. I loved sucking on them, and they always got hard in my mouth. The second pic was of her in some red lingerie and panties which accentuated her curvy figure The top was shear and those big tits and hot protruding nipples showed through. I began stroking again. The third pic was her totally naked. She had a thick dark bush which matched the color of her long hair. Fuck, I wanted her.

I closed the pics and flipped back to my contacts. I knew it was a mistake, but at that moment all I cared about was getting laid. How have you been? I texted Penny. I continued to gently stroke myself while a waited for an answer. After about two minute, none came. Thinking about you. Hope you are OK, I sent. Another few minute and nothing. Damn, I was so frustrated. I was pretty sure she saw the messages, since she was always on her phone. I guess I couldn't blame her for not responding, as she took the break up pretty hard.

But now I was stuck with a hard throbbing cock. I considered just rubbing one out while thinking about Lisa. After all it was Lisa that put me in this state. But I was frustrated that neither Trina nor Penny had answered me. I decided to just get under the covers and force myself to sleep.

I shot up from my bed as a loud banging woke me up. I sat for a moment as I felt my heart racing. Had someone broken in, or had I just imagined it? I held my breath for a moment listening for any sound. Then it came again. Someone was loudly knocking on the front door. I slipped out of bed and noticed that I was still naked. I grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and quickly slipped them on. The person banged a third time.

"Coming," I yelled. What fucking time was it? The clock said 3:16 am. I walked out of the bedroom toward the front door. Half of me was ready to fight if it was an intruder, and the other half was ready to scream at whomever had woken me up in the middle of the night. When I pulled the door open, I was surprised to see Penny standing on the outside stoop.

She stood there looking right at me. She had clearly been out clubbing that night. She was wearing tight blue dress that cut off above the knees and had a plunging neck line that showed off her big breasts. Her face was overly made up. She always wore too much make up, and it made her look a bit whorish. Despite the fact it was a cool night, she didn't have a coat, only a purse in one hand.

"Hey you," she said smiling and pushed open the door. When she walked across the threshold, she almost tripped. She put her hands on my chest to prevent herself from falling, and I grabbed her around the waste to steady her balance. "Oh," she said, and I got a heavy whiff of alcohol from her breath. "This is nice." She moved her hands up and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her smile and the look in her eyes was unmistakable. She wanted to fuck.

"Penny, what the hell are you doing here?"

"You texted me." Fuck. I had totally forgotten.

"Yeah, I guess I did, but that was hours ago."

"Well I texted you back a dozen times, but you didn't answer."

"I thought you were busy, so I went to bed."

"Oh, I was just out dancing with the girls." I hated her girlfriends. But that was a another story.

"Look Penny, I was just checking in on you." I had to find a way to get rid of her. "I was not inviting you over." She giggled in response.

"Don't you want me to stay?" she said with a sly smile. She began rubbing her breasts against my chest. With my hands still on her hips, I pushed her back.

"How the hell did you get here?"

"I drove." What the hell? She was lucky she didn't wrap herself around a telephone pole.

"That was foolish. You are in no condition to drive."

"Then I guess I will have to stay here." She giggled and then pulled herself into me and planted a wet kiss on my lips. This time she lifted one leg and started rubbing against my thigh. I felt my loins react as my cock began to grow. She obviously felt it too, because she started to grind herself against my hard on. She pulled away and grinned as she looked down at my crotch.

"Someone is happy to see me." It was then that I realized I was only in my boxer briefs. My hard dick was now on full display underneath.

"Penny, I -" Before I could finish the sentence she started rubbing me. Her hand was soft and felt wonderful even through the fabric of my underwear. In seconds I was at full mast, and the head of my cock peaked out of my briefs. My lust from earlier in the evening had returned, and I started thinking about Lisa again. I closed my eyes as Penny rubbed me, and imagined Lisa in her skin tight gym outfit. Then I felt Penny pull down my briefs. I opened my eyes and saw her drop to her knees. She looked up at me with an evil grin, and then she parted her lips and took me in her mouth.

I was surprised as Penny sucked on me. She was never into giving head. Maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever the reason, I didn't care. She pushed my cock deeper into her mouth, and I could hear her slurps as she moved her head back and forth. She didn't stroke me while she sucked, but she held my cock in place with one hand and grabbed my ass with the other.

Just as I was getting into it, she stopped sucking and popped me out of her mouth. She stood up and kissed me again. The feel of my cock pressed against her belly felt so good. Her satin dress enhanced the sensation.

"Let's go to bed," she said. I knew I couldn't say no. I needed to cum. I kicked off my briefs and led her to the bedroom. I grabbed her and kissed her neck and the exposed parts of her breasts. She giggled at first, but then started to moan softly as I became more passionate with my lips and tongue. I moved my hands up behind her back and unzipped her dress. I pulled out of her grasp and slowly pulled her dress down fully exposing her breasts. I was glad to see that she wore no bra underneath. With her milky white breasts exposed, I knew there was no turning back. I grabbed one with my hand and bent over slightly so I could suck on the nipple. Almost instantly it became hard in my mouth. While I devoured her nipple and rubbed her tit, I grabbed her ass with my free hand. She was moaning louder. One thing about Penny, she had never been quite.

After a few minutes of "warming her up," I pulled her dress down to the floor, and she stepped out of it. She wore a pink thong, but she quickly pulled it off to expose her thick black bush. At that point I was ravenous for her body. I pushed her down on the bed, and she looked up at me longingly. Penny had an hour glass body with a big round ass to go along with her big tits. She was naturally curvy, and probably about twenty pounds overweight, but as she was only twenty five, her body was still relatively firm and sexy.

She spread her legs invitingly, and I wasted no time in burying my face between them. I generally liked a woman to shave down under, but Penny's dark bush looked great against her milky skin. I slowly licked her hairy pussy from just above her ass hole until the tip of my tongue arrived at her clit. Once I reached her love button, she began to moan. I worked my tongue in a vertical motion, firmly, but not too hard. I could smell her sex and feel her getting very wet. After few minutes of my licking, she began to moan loudly, That was the Penny I knew. I pressed my tongue harder into her and licked faster and faster. After another minute or two she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me hard into her pussy. I maintained my hard licking on clit until I heard her gasp. She held me tight against her, and I could feel the waves of her orgasm as her hips rocked back and forth. She gasped with each thrust. Finally, her hips settled down on the bed, and her hands released me.

As I rose from between her legs I saw the blissful look of satisfaction on her face, but I was not done with her yet. I moved up onto her belly, pushed her legs wider apart and shoved my hard cock into her vagina. I slid in easily, since Penny was super wet after her orgasm. I knew that she wanted a hard fuck as much as I wanted to give it to her. I pushed into her all the way and held my cock there for a few seconds. I heard her gasp again, and her arms wrapped around me trying to hold me deep inside her. Then I started a rhythmic thrusting, slowly at first and then faster and harder. She never released her hold on me while my pelvis moved like a piston inside her.

Her moans got louder and her legs spread even wider, so I could give her maximum penetration. I looked down between her legs to watch my dick repeatedly sink into her pussy and then pull back almost to the head. Her moans were a combination of grunts mixed with panting. I looked up to see her eyes rolled back in her head. She was in her own world while I pounded her with all my strength.

By contrast I was fully aware of every second. I could feel her wet pussy wrapped around my cock, not too tight, but keeping me rock hard. I could hear the wet "twap" as I my hips slammed against her legs and ass, and the creeks of the bed from our no nonsense fucking. I saw her open moaning mouth and her huge tits that bounced with every thrust. Her hands moved down my back and grabbed my ass as she tried to pull me deep into her. My balls began to tighten, and I could feel my cock expanding to become fully engorged. This was not going to be some long love making session. It was pure raw missionary fucking.