Message-ID: <8313eli$9802101430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Not Me" Subject: Kyle's Continuing Sexual Adventures - Club-F, Chapter Seven (7/7) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980210132409.1246.qmail@hotmail.com> Kyle's Continuing Sexual Adventures - Club-F, Chapter Seven (7/7) This story is about sex and sexual events that underage readers, or those offended by stories of this nature had best avoid. Reading beyond this warning means you have accepted full responsibility for what you read. The author is therefore not responsible. This story is fiction. If it happens to imitate life (is anyone really this lucky?) then it does so purely by coinsidence. Feedback, comments, etc. is invited at sansidee@hotmail.com For copies of other stories please look at the ASSM archives, at * * * For a few weeks after Joanne left, I actually did not do much fucking. Andrea and Shelley went on a month-long vacation to some nudist/orgy resort in the Bahamas, and Jody decided to save herself for a man she had started dating seriously. I was headed for crazy. The dry spell had almost reached a point where I was ready to suck my cock every night (I usually did it once or twice a month, but rarely more) when I met up with an old friend. Chelsea was in town doing research for a graduate degree, and I invited her out for coffee. I had always, in the years we were close friends, wondered what it would be like to fuck her, but we never thought about being sexual (at least not out loud and for each other to hear). We had an honest friendship, free of sexual tension, and enjoyed that relationship. Sure, I was certainly attracted to her, but she was the first woman friend whose friendship I valued more than thoughts of my cock pumping her pussy. While we were out for coffee, she mentioned she would be in town for a couple of months, and wanted to know where I worked out. I gave her some--but not all--of the details about the club. Of course I omitted the sex. I was already thinking of the potential of us fucking and her never knowing. At least I was hoping she would be like Joanne, and never know she was a fuck pig at the gym. Jody arranged for a special deal for Chelsea... normally memberships were not granted for short times (as often it was people looking for a cheap lay that wanted them, after hearing rumours of the club's main function). I promised Chelsea I would meet her there on a Friday after work. Andrea and Shelley had just e-mailed me to say they were extending their stay, as they had found legitimate business interests in the Bahamas (I just figured they had found men willing to pay for their extended stay, and I was probably right). Nevertheless, I was missing our Friday fucks. Fridays had always been the best days, since none of us worked Saturdays, and could afford to sleep in having fucked all night. Chelsea met me in the aerobic machine room at 4:30. I had not seen her in gym clothes in a long time. She had put on a bit of weight, but she still stirred my sex drive. She was about five-five, with shoulder length, dirty-blond, and naturally curly hair. She was big boned, but still a bit dainty--that is, still quite feminine. Her tits were as beautiful as ever, a 36C for sure, and her ass was still well toned despite being a bit cushy. I tried not to think of what might happen. Despite the nature of this club, I really valued our friendship, and did not want to wreck it by fucking. We rode the exercise bikes for twenty minutes, did a set of chin-ups with the gravitron, then took twenty on the stair-steppers, added another set of chin ups, and finished with another twenty minutes, this time on the treadmill, at a casual jogging pace. Chelsea might have looked a little less fit, but she still had her stuff. The whole time I watched her tits bounce, and the sweat drops trickle down her neck and down her back. I tried to repress the thoughts, but could not help but think of my cock pumping between those tits, spewing a load of cum onto her face, and that just for starters. "Thanks for the workout Kyle. Shall we stretch?" "Sure, there is a room next to the weight room with a padded floor, it is just for stretching and sit-ups." On the way to the stretching room, Chelsea, wiped the sweat from her brow, and said "You know Kyle, I feel a bit weird today." "How's that?" I asked, hoping she might say she was feeling really horny. "I feel embarassed to say this to you, but man could I go for a fuck right now." The words I wanted to hear. "Excuse me," I feigned surprise. "I don't know," she said, "but I think there must be something in the air. I don't remember ever being this horny. Do you think we could skip the stretching and go to your place Kyle." "But..." still playing it up, "what about our friendship. I love you too much Chelsea to let one night of sex get in our way." That part was true. "Oh come on Kyle, we both know we have wanted each other for years. Maybe it is time to take it to the next level." "You think? "Damn right I do," she replied. "In fact, if there was a place to do it here in this gym, I would take you now." I could not believe what I was hearing. I double checked with her, to make certain she really wanted it, and then told her about the rooms. "The what?" she demanded. "You mean people come here to fuck." "They sure do, and most of them don't even know it." I explained the whole place to her, I even told her that I was one of those whose memory was unaffected. I figured if she remembered she might as well know, and if she forgot, well... she forgot. "Did you bring me here with plans to fuck me?" "Not really. You know I love you, and... well..." I honestly stammered a bit, "well... that I would love to have sex with you, but I was never sure if that is why I brought you here. This is the gym I work out at. Really. That I also get laid here is a sweet add-on.... We don't have to do it you know." "No... we don't have to, but we are going to. Who knows, you might get lucky and I'll forget the whole thing... or maybe I will remember and we'll be glad. No matter what Kyle, don't feel guilty. I don't think a little sex will get between us, we have been friends for too long." By the time we had agreed, I had led her to the stairs that led to the rooms. The effect of the air was greater at this point, and even greater as we arrived at a vacant room. We made sure to lock the door behind us, and lustily ripped our clothing off. I had never seen Chelsea completely nude before, but my occasional fantasy was coming true before my eyes. I could have cum just looking at her. She may not have been petite, or even a typically built woman, but she was all woman, and a gorgeous one at that. "Just take me Kyle," she smirked, laying onto the bed and spreading her legs; revealing her already moist, and very tasty-looking pussy. I leaned forward, kissing my way up her legs, moving from leg to leg with each kiss until I reached her dewy mound. I darted my tounge into her pussy, then up around her clit. She squealed a bit, letting me know it felt good. But I did not stop there. I continued my way up her body, the whole time my cock inching closer to her cunt. When I got to her tits, I mauled them with attention, and thrust my prick forward just enough to tease her moist pussy-lips. "Oh Kyle... come on Kyle, FUCK ME Kyle!" She screamed. I moved up a bit more; we shared the first deep, lip-to-lip kiss we had ever had with each other. Her lips were soft, and luscious. I had dreamed of what they would be like to kiss, and now I knew. 'Why had I waited so long to kiss this woman?' I wondered to myself. Still, I taunted her with the knob of my cock. It took a lot of restraint to not just ram it into her. But it was not me who gave in first. Chelsea reached for my ass-cheeks, and took each one firmly in hand, and pulled me in, shoving my cock in her cunt, as deep as possible on the first thrust. I needed no further coaxing, as I took over and began thrusting with long strokes. occasionally stopping to tease her clit with the tip. "Just drive it in there," she pleaded, her hips thrusting upward, trying to take my cock back into her womanhood. Still I held out. Just when she gave up trying, I thrusted in. She screamed with pleasure. Five deep thrusts, and I paused again. "You bastard, just fuck me!" Still I played my game. And again she bucked her hips up, trying to lure my pole back into her warmth. Again I waited and then thrust him home just as she gave up. This time she grabbed my ass again, pulling me hard, and rolling us over at once. "Now who has the top..." she grinned. "That cock of yours is going to make us both cum Kyle, and I want it now." With energetic, yet passionate speed, Chelsea rode up and down my love pole, one hand massaging her breasts, the other my balls. For years I had dreamed about fucking her, and for years I expected it to be something wild yet tender. And, as if she had experienced the same dreams, she slowed down, laid on me, her beautiful breasts mingling with my chest, her breath on my face, and uttered "now, Kyle, let this first time climax as lovemaking... there will be plenty of time for fucking." She rolled us both back over so I was again on top. We kissed passionately, slowly maintaining our matching thrusts. I had never thought this club would be the place for sensible lovemaking; I only expected animal-like fucking. Soon, though, we were both headed for the climax. I felt something boiling up in my balls like never before as her cunt began to convulse on my shaft. "Cum inside me Kyle, I want you to cum inside me." And just seconds after her body began writhing with orgasmic pleasure, my cock erupted with never before joy. My entire body was orgasmic. As the last spurts of cum jetted out into her pussy, I felt weak. Surely it had been the most moving orgasm I had ever felt. "Oh Kyle," Chelsea was the first to speak, as we just admired each other, not yet leaving the embrace, my softening penis still warm in her cunt. "Kyle, that was so wonderful. I have dreamed it would be like this. You are such a wild yet gentle lover." I could only compliment her in return. After all the kinky sex I had engaged in, in college and here in the club, this was truly the greatest I had ever enjoyed. * * * We both changed, and left the club. I was hesitant to say much about what went on in case she did not remember. We went to dinner in a local bar, and talked about her research, my job, our social lives. I left out the details of my sexual escapades at the gym, and admitted I had not had a steady love interest in a long time. Neither had she it turned out. She was staying in a local hotel, but I had invited her to spend the weekend at my place (I volunteered to sleep on the sofa!). And she accepted the invitation. She had, afterall, crashed at my place before, and there was never any problems. We parked the car, got her bag out of the trunk and headed up to my apartment. As I stuck the key into my door, she took my hand, looked deep into my eyes and told me she remembered the whole thing. "Kyle," she began, "I have to tell you, I remember it all. It was beautiful, and I never want to forget it." I opened the door. "Do you still want to come in?" "Yes... I do." We passed through, into my humble abode. The door closed, and we embraced. "I have been waiting for so long to share my love with you," she said, "you have been the man in my dreams for so long. Kyle, I don't think we need the air in that gym of yours any more... and if you'll have me full time, I am yours." I was so excited. "Chelsea, my friend... my new lover," I replied, "I have wanted to hear those words almost as long as we have known each other." We spent the rest of the night making love, falling asleep in the small hours of the morning. I woke up to see Chelsea smiling at me, and I knew I had finally found my soul-mate. * * * Neither of us ever went back to Club-F. We joined another gym, one where the "normal" exercises are the only exercises. Chelsea finished her research, but did not leave town. Her thesis supervisor agreed to review her drafts by mail. She did return to defend her work and receive her diploma. I was proud to attend the ceremony, and later we began our lives together, hoping a plane to a resort hotel... where we married on the beach. We moved out of state soon after, and never looked back to Club-F. And while I did tell Chelsea the whole story of my membership there--I even proved to her that I could suck my cock--we kept the kinky stuff between ourselves, and enjoyed making love just as often as fucking like rabbits. Sometimes I wondered about Club-F, and about five years later, we read in the local paper about a bizzare sex scandal in our old town. Someone had finally broke the story when a couple of men managed set up video cameras in the club, and market some videos. One woman in town, it seems, was forced to admit her porn-rental habit when she saw footage of her husband in gangbangs with younger women. It got controversial, of course, because he was not just her husband, he was the mayor, and he owned an interest in the club (which is why it had somehow stayed a secret for so long). Club-F was no longer. Sometimes I recalled my days there quite fondly. Chelsea and I even liked the fact that the first time we made love was uninhibited by fears of losing our friendship. Club-F had been the catalyst for a life-long love affair with each other, and we remembered it warmly. * * * ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |