At the gym
— My hands hurt again! And my back is aching after yesterday's workout! — Nikolai grumbled with displeasure and came over to spot Sergey, who was pushing himself with excessive loads on the bench press.
— It's fine, we're athletes after all… — Sergey grunted and lifted the bar off the rack…
Sergey had been going to the gym for about a year, and Kolya had joined about a month ago. The gym didn't belong to the so-called premium class category, which were popping up like mushrooms after rain these days, and which middle managers especially loved to visit before summer to show off a beautiful and toned body on the beach in the company of the opposite sex.
The gym was on the books of some children's sports school, and it didn't even have a permanent instructor as such.Simply, in the evenings, the cleaning lady Aunt Lyusya would open the door and lock up around 11 p.m., when the gym had long been empty. Sergey and Nikolai enjoyed working out in the gym. The calm, measured curling of the barbell for biceps, bench press, cable crossover… — all this developed a certain sense of confidence in the young men, gave them the opportunity to set mini-goals in overcoming certain weights… and in general, it brightened up their cold, gray bachelor evenings. Women occasionally dropped by the gym too, but irregularly and generally not very often. And it must be said that these women were far from the cover girls of glossy magazines, with figures far from 90-60-90. As a rule, they were timekeeper girls from the Ivanov foundry, whose entrance gate was right opposite the entrance to the sports school. They came in pairs, quickly pulled off their work overalls, under which old Soviet leotard-tights peeked out in pink, and ran into the gym to exercise their butts and abs. Sometimes Kolya and Sergey tried to exchange a few words with the girls in the locker room (the locker room was shared by everyone, there was also a shower right there in the locker room behind a plastic curtain, which the girls never used), but they only brushed them off awkwardly, somewhat coarsely, in a proletarian way, and hurried into the gym.
Tonight, besides Sergey and Kolya, there was no one else left, Aunt Lyusya gave them the keys with instructions to return them tomorrow, and went home to look after her grandchildren. It was around 9 p.m., the workout was coming to an end… Suddenly, at 9:15, loud female voices and loud, ringing girlish chatter came from the doorway:
— … no, I didn't give it to Sashka from the seventh workshop, what are you lying about, Nyurka? His dick is always covered in soot… so that my pussy…
Nyura and Sveta peeked into the gym, just off the day shift, rosy-cheeked and slightly tipsy.
— Hello, boys, may we?
— Good evening, girls, come in, — Nikolai replied, delighted by the unexpected guests.
The girls went to the locker room, and Sergey accidentally caught a fragment of their conversation:
… oh, Nyura, that taller one is not baaaad… and that shorter one — I saw how his dick was bulging… hee hee hee…
These were new girls, the guys had never seen them before and were somewhat surprised by their sudden appearance.
— Here we are! We're Sveta and Nyura, — the girls entered the gym.
Sveta was in red, tightly fitting leotards that hugged her wide feminine hips. Under her old faded t-shirt, large pink nipples protruded slightly, and the dark circles of areolas around them were clearly visible. Nyura, on the other hand, was in a boyish shirt that didn't even reach her knees. One button on the chest was missing, apparently torn off by the unbearable burden of her firm and playful feminine breasts.
— We decided to think about our figures, summer is coming soon, we'll go to the beach — Sveta started to say, but Kolya interrupted her.
— That's right, but you're already fine as you are, girls, Sergey and I couldn't take our eyes off you.
The girls burst out laughing but weren't embarrassed in the slightest.
— Sergey, — Sveta said, — show me how to "do" this machine, — and she walked over to the rack where, leaning on the elbows, one lifts their legs to horizontal level — the abdominal crunch machine.
Sergey showed her and Sveta tried to lift her legs. She managed it and it went quite easily (no wonder the girls worked as timekeepers at the factory). Leaning on her elbows, she lifted her hips, touching them to her nipples, and lowered them back. Sergey noticed how, at the moment of lifting her legs, the outer labia of Sveta's young vagina tensed and protruded. Admiring the sight, he didn't notice how Kolya, at the other end of the gym, helped Nyura lie down on the bench under the bench press and put on a ridiculous weight — 20kg. Nyura easily lowered the bar to her chest, softly bounced it off her chest, leaving it slightly swaying, and pressed the bar upward.
— Too light, give me more, Kolya, I want more.
Nikolai smirked, adjusted his slightly hardening and growing cock, and put 40kg on the bar. Nyusha lowered the 40 kg to her chest and… apparently 40 was a bit heavy, she started pressing the bar back up. At the moment when Nyura's triceps were maximally tense, a tearing sound was heard and… the old shirt couldn't take it and finally split at the seams, releasing two white-pink, firm, ball-like feminine breasts. Nyura laughed and, putting the bar back on the racks, without getting up, threw off her shirt, making Nikolai's heart beat at least three times faster: before him lay a young, naked, full-of-life laughing nymph. The bold and enticing thicket of coarse curly hair on Nyura's pubis stood out darkly.
— More, Kolya, I want more, how much do you weigh? They say "live weight" is better, lie down, lie down on me, my boy…
Kolya didn't listen to the end; his huge cock could no longer be held captive and was literally tearing his shorts. With a sharp movement, he tore off his clothes and with a tiger-like roar threw himself on Nyura, struggling to push his cock through Nyura's pubic hair, which had become coarse from heavy physical labor. Entering her, Kolya felt with his cock the warmth and moisture of her excited female genitals, he felt how firmly and skillfully Nyura, working her vagina, squeezed his organ with her labia. Involuntarily, Nikolai groaned… but, not relaxing, began sharp, confident thrusts, driving Nyusha to the peak of pleasure… Meanwhile, Sergey and Sveta were already sitting next to the abdominal machine and discussing the features of Sveta's wide hips. Sergey was saying that he really liked wide feminine hips and a large, firm butt. Already not noticing Kolya and Nyura, Sveta expressed a desire to rinse off in the shower.
— Come on, Seryozha, help me adjust the water, I'm so scatterbrained.
Entering the locker room, Sveta playfully turned to Sergey:
— Are you going to watch, you rascal??? Well alright, look, you're a big boy already.
Sergey turned on the water and watched Sveta spellbound. The girl bent over and pulled off her leotards first, then her panties and t-shirt. Naked, she smiled at Sergey and, shivering from the cold floor and laughing, stepped into the shower.
— Well then, Seryozha, wash me, — Sveta turned her back, leaned forward a little, and opened her vagina slightly with her fingers.
Sergey took the soap in his hands and ran his hand between Sveta's legs. Sveta's body arched with pleasure.
— Well then, jump in with me, friend.
Sveta stepped out from under the water stream and, pulling the young man towards her, pulled down his pants. Squatting down, Sveta took Sergey's pink athletic cock into her mouth and swallowed it whole. Sergey roared with pleasure and jerked back onto the bench, pulling Sveta with him…
In the morning, Aunt Lyusya just smirked and didn't wake the four young, naked, health-radiating bodies, though she couldn't help but admire the cocks of Kolya and Sergey, which hadn't had time to rest after the stormy night.
— Ahhh youth… athletes… — Aunt Lyusya muttered and put a bucket under the shower to wash the floors…
02.12.2005