Christine S Cruel Joke Pt 01

My name is Dean. I'm a 36-year-old single computer programmer. I've had a few girlfriends over the years, but never anything that really got serious. Outside of work, I've always stayed active. I go to the gym regularly, I run, and I've been part of a group of friends playing in a co-ed adult volleyball league for the last 10 years. Admittedly, we spend almost as much time drinking beer as we do playing volleyball, but my other activities keep me in good shape.

My gym has always had a boxing ring, but I literally never saw anyone use it for actual boxing, until a few months ago, I saw a trainer who looked to be in his mid 50s giving lessons to a young (early 20s maybe) guy who looked super fit. It was so unusual to see, so I stopped and watched them for a while. I had always enjoyed watching boxing on TV, but I never saw it up close. After a while, I went about my usual workout routine. Later, as I was walking out of the gym, the boxing trainer was also leaving.

"Hi," I said. "Are they starting to give boxing lessons here? I've never seen anyone actually use that boxing ring until today."

"Oh hi," he replied. "No, I usually train at a boxing club downtown, but they're replacing the roof there this week, and the club made a deal with several gyms that have boxing rings, so we could keep training."

"Cool," I said. "Does your boxing club have classes, or take beginners? I've always enjoyed watching boxing, but I never tried it. It looks like it would be a great way to stay fit."

"Yeah, we take all skill levels," he said. "We don't really do classes though, it's all one-on-one with various trainers. A lot of people do it just for fitness and fun, there's no pressure to get competitive. People who stick with it, usually end up at least getting into sparring with others from the club. You only have to go as far as you are comfortable with."

It sounded interesting, and I was looking for something new to keep me fit. I learned his name was Mike and he told me they offered a free intro session. We exchanged numbers and he said he'd call me later when he had a chance to look at his schedule and we'd set something up as soon as the contractors were done with the roof.

The weeks went by, and I ended up joining the boxing club and doing training with Mike once a week. He was impressed with my progress, learning the basics, and he introduced me to a couple of more experienced guys in the club, and I started to occasionally meet them for sparring. That was as far as I was going to take it. I got to be known as a decent sparring partner to use if some of the more competitive guys needed to work on techniques. Because of that, I was usually sparring with guys who were better than me, and therefore I learned to take hits. It helped me improve, and I was getting more fit than ever, but I had no desire to start entering competitive matches and getting any more serious about boxing.

Meanwhile, I was still meeting up with the volleyball group and regularly going to the gym. I was feeling like I finally found that perfect mix of activities to stay fit and maintain a social circle. I felt good about myself and I was happy with my body. At my age, being 5 foot 9 inches and 165 pounds, nice muscle definition, and still with hair on my head, I considered myself attractive to women. So I was kinda on the lookout for dating prospects. I mean, I had enough going on in my life that I wasn't desperate for a girlfriend, but I just wasn't having regular sex. So I was looking for opportunities to change that.

*****

One evening at the gym, I was just walking out of the men's locker room to leave after washing up and changing. At the same time, a woman coming from the women's locker room was heading towards the door. She looked familiar, and she also gave me a look that said 'I know you from somewhere.'

Then it finally clicked and she smiled and said, "Hey Dean, I didn't know you came to this gym."

As soon as she spoke, I realized it was Christine from the volleyball group. Christine had been playing with our team for several years. There were a lot of friends of friends on that team, and I had never really hit it off with her. Once in a while, having beer after our Saturday games, we'd say hi, but that was as far as I ever got with her. I can't remember who was the friend of hers that brought her into our team. She always acted kinda aloof, and just wasn't very friendly. It seemed like she always had a boyfriend that wasn't part of our group. So I put her into that category of women who felt they needed to act unfriendly in order to demonstrate to everyone that they were "taken." The only other observation I had about her, was that once in a while if she had a little too much to drink at our after-game get-togethers, she had a tendency to become loud and obnoxious, which I never liked.

Anyway, based on my past experience of Christine, who I frankly didn't care much for, I was totally surprised at her cheerfully greeting me like this. Frankly, I was shocked that she remembered my name! I'm not a jerk to anyone, so I returned her smile.

"Hey Christine," I said. "I didn't know you belonged to this gym either."

"I usually only come here over my lunch hour, since I work nearby," she said. "Today was a fluke, I had a deadline and worked through lunch, so I came here after work so I wouldn't miss a workout."

"That's cool," I replied. "This is my usual time to come."

"Nice," said Christine. "Hey, do you know any good places to eat something quick around here? I work near here, but I'm usually jumping in the car and hurrying home after work. I'm starving after working through lunch and just working out."

"Well," I said, "I usually go to this juice place after I'm done here and get a smoothie or something. They have really good sandwiches and salads too. You're welcome to join me. It's walking distance and I usually leave my car here at the gym parking lot and come back for it."

"That sounds good. Let's go," she said.

So we walked to the juice place, ordered smoothies and she suggested that we split a sandwich. All the while we chatted, getting to know each other and mainly talking about volleyball, which was actually about all we had in common. I was guessing that her sudden friendliness possibly meant that she had broken up with her boyfriend. I knew she had been seeing this same guy for about two years, based on the fact that I had seen him hanging around occasionally when we played volleyball, and someone had told me it was Christine's boyfriend.

Despite my original opinion of Christine's personality, and mild dislike of her in general, she was actually quite physically attractive. She was taller than a lot of women at about 5 foot 7 inches. She was very fit, with nice toned muscle definition, especially her legs and glutes. Also, she was a superb volleyball player. Another member of our team told me that she had played varsity Division 1 volleyball all four years in college. I believed it. She kicked ass on the volleyball court. She had slightly dark skin, straight brown hair down to her mid-back that she almost always kept in a ponytail. Most guys I know would consider her hot.

Under normal circumstances, I would have considered my chances with Christine to be pretty slim. In my experience, taller women were typically more attracted to bigger, taller guys than me. But all the while we were hanging out at the juice place, she was holding eye contact, smiling, and generally acting like a woman who's interested in more than just a casual acquaintance. Anyway, when we were finished and got back to the gym parking lot, I walked her to her car. There was an awkward pause, so I said, "could I get your phone number, and maybe we can do this again?"

Christine smiled and said, "yeah, for sure. We should go out sometime soon."

****

That was the start of it, and before long we were dating. Over the course of a month progressing from a first kiss to making out. Finally we met up after work one evening, had dinner at a Greek gyros place, and decided to go to her place afterwards. There was a new episode of a series we both liked that had just come out that day, so she suggested we watch it together at her place. We took off our shoes at the door, and she told me to find the remote and queue up the show on the TV while she made some microwave popcorn. I sat down on the couch and got the show all ready to press play. After the popcorn was done, she put it in a bowl and came over to the couch, setting the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. She sat down close to me, her body pressed against mine, grabbed a few pieces of popcorn, and playfully fed them to me. I turned and kissed her and before long we had forgotten about the TV show and the popcorn and were making out.

As we kissed, with our tongues sparring, our hands were all over each other's bodies. I felt-up her breasts, and she was feeling my biceps and shoulders. She moved to sit on my lap straddling me and facing me. I moved my hands to her ass, and felt up between her legs. She wrapped her arms around my head and shoulders and hugged me close, with my face between her breasts. My cock was rock hard, and constrained in my jeans. I put my hands on her waist and moved them up to push her breasts together, burying my face in between them. Then she got off my lap and rubbed my hard cock through my jeans, kneeling next to me on the couch.

"I think we should release that monster, don't you?" she asked playfully. However much I knew that theoretically and statistically I was average at best in the size department, that comment made my heart pump just a little faster and my desire fir Christine even stronger.

I responded with a low "mmm-hmmm," and she proceeded to unbutton my jeans. While she was doing that, I stopped her and got my hands under her shirt and lifted it over her head. She returned to my pants, undid the fly, and started rubbing my cock through my shorts. Her hand was gripping my shaft through the cotton material and stroking it. All the while, I alternated between groping her breasts, rubbing her pussy, squeezing her ass, generally caressing her, and kissing her all over her body.. Before long, both of us were down to just our underwear: me in my boxer briefs, her in panties and bra.

After a few more moments where we had settled into an embrace, kissing each other deeply and pressing our bodies against each other, she broke the kiss and stood up, proceeding to shimmy out of her panties and removing her bra. Fuck, her body was amazing. Her perfect shape and nicely toned muscles were turning me on so much that I couldn't help just staring at her. My cock was as hard as it ever gets. Christine noticed my staring and played to it a little bit by posing in front of me.

With a big smile, she said, "I guess you like the show, huh?"

Again, all I could manage in response was a long and approving, "mmmm-hmmmm!". Conversation obviously wasn't my strong point in this state of full arousal.

Christine gave out a little giggle then stepped forward, took my hand, and led me to her bedroom. I happily followed. She led me over near the bed and turned me around so that we were standing face to face and body to body with the backs of my legs against the foot of her bed. We stood there kissing deeply, her arms around my waist, my arms around her upper back.

As we broke the kiss, she moved her hands to my hips and slipped her thumbs just inside the waistband of my boxer briefs. She pushed the waistband down a little on the sides then moved her hands to the front and pulled the waistband away from my body. As she did so, my cock was freed from the restraint of my shorts and stood fully erect. Christine then lowered herself to her knees as she slid my shorts down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. We both laughed as she playfully twirled my shorts around a few times, and tossed them across the room.

Still on her knees, she looked up at me and smiled as she took my cock in one hand and my balls in the other, lightly playing with both. My cock was tingling. It hadn't been this hard in ages. I could feel the skin stretched to its limit. Christine, looking at my cock held softly in her hand, even remarked, "my, my... you're super hard! Nice to see how excited you are to be here like this with me!"

"Mmmm, yes I am," I said, my vocabulary suddenly expanding beyond "mmm-hmm" since we first sat down on the couch earlier.

Christine stood up, still holding my cock in one hand, and gave me a long wet kiss. She placed her other hand on my chest and gently pushed, saying "lay back on the bed, Mr. Excited."

I let myself fall back on the bed. Christine followed, still holding on to my cock. "Skooch up," she said. So I scooted up to a point where my head was on the pillows stacked at the head of the bed. I spread my legs wide, and Christine positioned herself on her knees and elbows between my legs. Still holding my cock, she proceeded first to nuzzle my balls with her face, then began to lick and suck them, at times taking one or the other fully into her mouth, all the while keeping her one hand gripped around the shaft of my cock.

My god, she was a fucking expert.

I was leaking pre-cum, and it was slowly running down the head of my circumcised cock and over her fingers that she had wrapped around my shaft.

Christine's head popped up from sucking and licking my balls. She looked me in the eyes, gave me a grin, and gave the swollen head of my cock a huge lick, as though it was some kind of ice cream cone.

"Mmmmm," she said, laughing. "Salty!"

We both laughed, and she proceeded to take the head of my cock fully in her mouth. She proceeded to spend what seemed like ages sucking it, teasing it with her tongue, bobbing up and down, licking it all over from base to tip, expertly keeping me on the edge. All the while, she used her free hand to caress my balls. She had a sixth sense, always keeping me just shy of cumming, ensuring that I remained as hard and fully erect as possible. I lost track of time in my ecstasy, laying back and watching her, my hands mostly at my sides, but occasionally running my fingers through the strands of her hair that had come loose from her ponytail. No woman had ever given me such a good blow job!

Eventually, she stood back on her knees and with both hands tugged my ankles back toward the bottom of the bed, hinting that I should scoot down a bit on the bed. When I had moved down just enough for my head to be off the pillows, laying totally flat, she rotated her body around on all fours and backed herself up to put us in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy was hovering over my face and she had one hand gripping my cock firmly at the very base, encircling it with her thumb and forefinger, forming her own makeshift cock ring.

Her trimmed pubic hair was glistening with wetness. I blew a soft breath toward her pussy and she giggled a little. Chirstine then slowly lowered her pussy towards my face. As her thighs and pussy closed in on me, I breathed in the sweet aroma of her wet pussy. When she was close enough I licked her, and sought out her clit to suck. We then worked on each other as she returned her mouth to my cock and I explored her pussy with my lips and tongue. I felt like I could remain in this position indefinitely.

While we worked on each other this way, Christine, of course, had a small advantage in that she could influence what I was doing for her between her legs. She would occasionally press down and rub herself or wiggle back and forth over my mouth and chin. It seemed involuntary, and signaled to me that I was doing a good job stimulating her. Plus, there's nothing like that feeling of being smothered with a hot wet pussy to the point where you really need to gasp for air when your woman lets up to relax.

I still had no concept of time as we pleasured each other and she kept me just the right distance from the precipice of ejaculation to maximize my arousal. I thought to myself that I never wanted to leave this position, but my animal instincts kept building. Deep down, something inside me wanted my cock in her pussy, exploding my cum inside her.

Christine must have sensed the build-up of tension inside me because just at the right moment she raised up and turned around, straddling my abdomen and sitting up, looking down on me with a huge smile of pleasure. It was the first time she had let go of my cock since she had taken my underwear off earlier at the foot of the bed.

She said, "you're really good with your tongue, mister."

I smiled back at her and said, "you are amazing Christine. I never felt anything like this."

She closed her eyes, still smiling, and then let out a soft sigh. "I want you inside me."

No more words were exchanged as she raised up on her knees, reached down between her legs to grab and position my cock, then slowly lowered herself onto it. Her pussy was so wet that it easily slid right over my cock, there was almost no resistance other than the fact that she was intentionally going slow, taking me inside her. By the time she had taken me fully in, she had relaxed forward, resting her upper body on mine. We kissed passionately as she slowly stroked up and down with her hips and I met her with equal thrusts of my own.

Once again, she demonstrated her expert ability to control the pace and keep me just shy of cumming. She knew exactly when to pause and when to resume. She was still in control and showing no signs of losing herself to an orgasm either.

After a good long while of fucking like this, she rased up and sat back, my cock fully inside her. She leaned back as far as she could, supported by her arms on either side of my legs, and stroked her torso up and down. The feeling was intense.

Finally, Christine returned to the upright vertical position and placed her hands on my chest. She began to grind down hard, pressing her clit with real force on my lowest abdominal muscle, the one just above my cock.. As she did this, she rotated her hips, grinding and pressing hard. She threw her head back and would have been looking at the ceiling if her eyes had been open. The pace and rhythm of her grinding slowly increased. I could tell that she was really grinding and pressing down as hard as she could. My lower abdominal muscle hurt from the force, but some pleasure circuit in my brain was overriding the pain.

As she kept this up, I realized she was building herself up to an orgasm. The sensation was intense and it took all I could not to explode. I was determined not to blow before she was ready to cum. I was holding on as hard as I could while Christine continued to gain momentum with her grinding, like an overloaded motor spinning out of control, giving off too much heat, and gaining too much speed toward an inevitable catastrophic failure. She was breathing deeply and quickly, moaning with each breath.

I couldn't hold on. I came hard, pulsating with more force and longer than I ever did before. I let out a loud moan with each pulsation of my cock. Christine continued to gather momentum, grinding harder, faster, and more violently against me for at least a half a minute after my last pulse of cum inside her. I could see tiny beads of sweat on her face. Then she half moaned, half screamed as she slammed her pussy into me one last time, cumming.

I had never experienced anything like this. She went stiff and seemed to vibrate against me. Then it was all over... she let out a huge sigh and flopped back down to lay on my chest. We remained in each other's arms and lightly kissed each other. As we relaxed together in post-coital bliss, my cock remained hard inside Christine for a good long while. Most of my cum had already seeped out between us by the time my erection subsided and my now pliable cock naturally slipped out of her pussy.