The Gym That Opened Only for Me on Sundays

There are people who collect stamps. I collect afternoons that I shouldn’t count and yet can’t keep to myself. This is one of the ones I struggle most to tell without feeling the heat rise to my face, so let me start at the beginning.

My name is Carla, I’m in my forties, and my friends say I’m one of those women who only get better with age. Not my words. I’m five foot seven without heels, I’m brunette, I have a nice pair of tits and an ass I’m not ashamed of. And above all, I’m curious to the point of being frightening.

I’ve been married to Marcos for a long time. We share a world that few people understand: that of couples who enjoy opening the bed to others. He always comes with me. I never, ever meet anyone alone; that’s our rule, and it has always worked for us. In fact, almost all our adventures are arranged by him, because he has a special nose for finding the right people.

We’d met Bruno and Tobias weeks earlier, at a mutual friend’s pool. Two enormous men, dark-skinned and easy-smiling, who had left my cunt trembling that afternoon with nothing more than a look. We exchanged numbers with little expectation, just as a courtesy. That’s why the call surprised me.

“Hi, Carla, how are you? It’s Tobias, from the pool. Do you remember me?”

“How could I not remember you? I had an amazing time with you two.”

“We wanted to invite you to our gym. You and your husband can come train, and then you can relax in the spa.”

“I didn’t know you had a gym. When’s the best time to go? When are there fewer people?”

“A Sunday afternoon. That’s when it’s quietest,” he said, and I could hear the smile on the other end of the line.

I hung up and called Marcos, hot and bothered. When I told him about the invitation, he burst out laughing.

“Those guys don’t want to train you, they want to fuck you,” he said, making the quotation marks with his voice. “Do you want to?”

“You know damn well I do. My cunt’s already getting wet just thinking about it.”

“Well, this Sunday we’ve got nothing on. You’re dying for someone to put it in, aren’t you, you filthy bitch?”

“Dying for someone to put it in all the way, you bastard. All sizes.”

I didn’t argue with him. I called Tobias and we agreed on Sunday at five-thirty. He told me not to bring a towel or flip-flops, just workout clothes and a bikini for the spa. That sentence had me thinking about it all week.

***

Those were seven endless days. A thousand different situations ran through my head, all ending the same way: me with my legs spread, two black cocks entering me at once, cum running down my chin. Marcos noticed and took advantage of it: the two nights he came looking for me, he brought it up while he was fucking me, whispering in my ear what those two might do to me.

“Imagine them, you dirty girl,” he’d say as he thrust into me from behind. “Two thick black cocks, both of them going in at once, one in your cunt and one in your ass, and you with your mouth open waiting for the third.”

“Yes, fuck, yes. Break me open.”

“You’re going to be dripping, and they’re going to fuck you between the two of them like a slut. They’re going to cum inside you and you’re going to thank them.”

“Fuck me, bastard, fuck me harder,” I begged him, clenching my cunt around his cock while I imagined the others. “Tell me more.”

He made me cum like that twice, with his hands squeezing my tits and his mouth pressed to my ear telling me filthy things. When he came inside me, I no longer knew whether the semen dripping down my thighs was his or the one I’d been imagining all week. Instead of calming me down, he left me much worse. He’s a bastard and I adore him for it.

On Sunday there was no traffic and we got there in twenty minutes. I called Tobias and he opened the parking barrier for us. The building was modern, much bigger than I’d imagined. We went up in the elevator to reception and there he was, waiting for us in a tank top that showed every muscle and gray leggings that hid absolutely nothing. The bulge of his cock pressed against his thigh, long and thick, and just seeing it made my nipples tighten.

He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and a handshake to Marcos. He showed us the café and the waiting area, and since there was no one behind the counter, he opened the turnstiles himself.

“On Sunday afternoons we close to the public. Only trusted friends come,” he explained. “That way the staff can rest.”

He told us it was a franchise run between Bruno, him, and an uncle of his. Then he pointed out the changing rooms so we could leave our bags and get changed.

“What have you brought to surprise them?” Marcos asked me as he undressed.

“These thin, tight leggings, no panties underneath. And this top that pushes my tits up.”

“Pushes them up? You’re going to bust it wide open,” he laughed. “Your nipples show like pebbles. And your cunt is going to go transparent when you get wet.”

“That’s the idea, darling.”

I stepped out into the corridor and Tobias was already waiting. He looked me up and down without trying to hide it, lingering on my tits and the slit of my cunt, which could be clearly made out between the leggings.

“My God, you look divine. You’re going to kill someone dressed like that.”

***

We went up a staircase from which you could see the pool and part of the spa. The machine room was huge, with four or five more rooms for classes. Scattered around the space were several men training, all somewhere between twenty-five and their late forties, all built very well. They greeted us and I saw how they looked at my outfit with a desire they didn’t even try to hide. Some were adjusting the bulge in their leggings without embarrassment, as if welcoming me with their cocks.

We were finishing the tour when Bruno and his uncle appeared. Bruno was dressed like Tobias, in sportswear that marked every line of his body, and he too had a half-hard cock bulging under the fabric. The uncle was around fifty-five, taller than them, dressed elegantly, gray trousers and a dark polo shirt. An imposing man.

Bruno gave me a soft kiss on the lips, just slipping the tip of his tongue in, enough to send my pulse racing. The uncle gave me two kisses, one so close to the corner of my mouth it raised goosebumps on my skin, while he held my hips with huge hands that dropped for a moment to brush my ass. I felt, no exaggeration, my pussy soaking through just from that gesture. The leggings clung to my cunt, and I know he noticed.

We went down to the water area, where they showed us the spa, the sauna, and the Turkish bath. There was only one guy swimming, who stopped at the edge to greet me, and another in the sauna who covered himself with a towel when he saw us—but not before I caught sight of the cock already starting to swell beneath the sweat-drops. When the tour ended, the uncle said goodbye.

“I’ll see you in a bit, I’ve got some papers to finish up. Have fun.”

We went back up and Tobias asked me what I wanted to do.

“Sweat,” Marcos and I answered at the same time, laughing.

Marcos said he’d leave me in good hands and that he’d start by running on the treadmill. And there I was: in a huge gym, dressed like I was headed for a photo shoot, surrounded by young men behind closed doors, with two giants I already knew exactly what they were capable of. My cunt was already throbbing.

***

Tobias took me to a stair machine. As I climbed, I could see in the mirrors how the men nearest us were looking at my ass and talking among themselves. Bruno and he must have dropped some hints. It didn’t bother me; it turned me on. As I stepped down, I felt the seam of the leggings rubbing against my clit, and every step sent a stab of pleasure through me that made me grit my teeth to keep from moaning.

We moved on to squats with light weight. Tobias stood behind me to “correct my posture.” I pushed my hips back looking for his body, and he slid his hands forward, brushing my tits under the pretext of technique. When I went down, I could feel his enormous cock pressed against the slit of my ass, outlining itself through the fabric. On one of the rises he moved his hips and drove it right between my cheeks, sliding it up and down as if he were fucking me over my leggings.

“Lower your ass properly,” he whispered in my ear, rough and low. “There, pressing it against me like that.”

“Bastard,” I panted softly. “You’re putting it between my cheeks.”

“You’ll feel it inside soon enough. Patience.”

The friction was soaking me: the leggings were already clinging to my cunt like a second skin and I’m sure the dampness was showing. But it was doing its work on him too: his leggings no longer left anything to the imagination, and the tip of his cock was pressing darkly against the waistband elastic.

I noticed the others, who had been scattered about, had started moving closer. They kept training, but without missing a single detail. One was adjusting his cock under his clothes without any attempt to hide it, another was holding himself out of the corner of his eye while pretending to check his phone. The situation was unbearably hot; I’d rarely felt anything like it.

From there they took me to a lat pulldown machine for back. Bruno stood behind me and every time I lowered the bar, he pressed his groin against my back and held my tits with both hands “so I wouldn’t lean forward.” He pinched my nipples through the top, rolling them between his fingers as if he knew exactly what he was doing. And he did. His cock, hard as a rock, stabbed into the nape of my neck every time I leaned back. Then came a chest bench, and this time Bruno brought his body up to my face, guiding my arms and leaving the bulge a handspan from my lips. The tip was leaving a small wet circle on his leggings, and I had to bite my tongue not to open my mouth and suck it through the fabric.

During the break I stroked his leggings with my hand, squeezing the bulge and feeling the thickness of his cock under my fingers, and I looked at him like a cat.

“Aren’t you going to take me to some office to finish the session? My cunt is about to burst out of these leggings.”

“No, no. We’ve got to finish the workout,” he said, smiling as he squeezed one of my tits.

On the next set, it was Tobias who put his body within reach. By then I was already at my limit, so while he held the dumbbells for me, I yanked his leggings down in one pull. What came out needed no introduction: a black cock, very long, thick as my wrist, with swollen veins running along it and the tip glossy with pre-cum.

“I’m sure you’ve told these boys how shameless I am,” I said, and I took him halfway into my mouth, closing my lips around him and feeling him throb against my tongue.

In the room all you could hear was the wet sound of my mouth sucking his cock, the slurping of saliva and the occasional guttural moan escaping Tobias. I sucked him hungrily, pulling him out to lick his balls one by one, spitting on him and taking him back in until the tip hit the back of my throat and tears sprang to my eyes. I was sure they’d all stopped training to watch. Marcos came over from the treadmill, not missing a thing, his cock already showing under his pants.

“What did these bastards do to you? Got you all fired up?”

“They’ve been teasing me all afternoon, darling,” I said, drool running down my chin and Tobias’s cock patting my cheek. “And they weren’t giving me anything. My cunt’s soaking wet.”

“Boys! Come closer, don’t be shy,” he said out loud. “My wife is very generous, and three isn’t enough for her. Take it all out and let her sample them.”

***

While I kept sucking Tobias, I felt my sneakers and leggings being yanked off. When they pulled them down, my cunt was left exposed, shining, dripping down the insides of my thighs. Someone murmured, “Fuck, look at how wet she is,” and another answered, “She’s begging to be split open.” They spread my legs and a tongue forced its way between them, long and broad, licking me from bottom to top hungrily. It was Bruno. He licked my cunt lips one by one, shoved his tongue inside and circled it, and then went up to my clit and caught it between his lips, sucking it.

Another mouth found my tits and pulled my nipple out over the top, biting it until I was moaning with Tobias’s cock inside me. They put one hand on each breast, kneading me mercilessly, and suddenly I had a cock in my mouth, two hard cocks between my fingers—one in each hand, squeezing them and jerking them in the same rhythm—the mouth of Bruno between my thighs and two more men playing with my nipples, sucking them, pulling on them, flicking them softly with their fingers.

I, who during the week had imagined so many scenes, had not managed to imagine anything like this. Bruno licked me slowly, tracing me all over, sliding his tongue as deep as he could and pulling it out to lick my clit, and when he reached the exact spot he’d catch it with his lips, suck hard, and let go to start again. It was a delicious torture. I came the first time over his mouth without warning, crushing his face against my cunt with my legs while I sucked Tobias to the hilt to stifle my scream.

Bruno stood up with his chin wet and licked me too. They brought me to my feet and surrounded me. They were all naked, Marcos included, their cocks pointing at me from every direction like cannons. They groped me, kissed my neck, bit my shoulders, shoved two and three fingers into my soaked cunt while another pried my ass open with his thumb. I asked for a second of respite.

“Let me introduce myself properly. Line up, please. Cocks out.”

And there I had them, seven men in a line, all with their dicks hard, stiff, pointing at me. There were cocks of every size and color: some thick and short, others very long, some straight and others curving upward, all of them hard as rocks. I went through them one by one: I gave each man a quick kiss on the mouth, then bent down, took his cock at the base and stuffed it into my mouth to the throat for a few seconds, pulling it out with a wet pop before moving on to the next. I licked the balls of the man next to him, buried my nose in the pubic hair of the one beyond that, spat on another’s cock and rubbed it over his face. When I finished the round, my chin was shining, my lips were swollen, and there was no doubt left about what was waiting for me.

***

Marcos took the lead.

“Bring that bench. We’re going to treat this lady properly, because she deserves it. Let everybody fuck her.”

They laid me face down, with my legs on either side of the bench and my hips right on the edge, on offer. My cunt open, dripping, and my ass parted. Tobias positioned himself behind me and started teasing, undecided, running the tip of his cock slowly between my cunt lips, rubbing it over my clit, opening me with a slowness that drove me mad. He slapped my cunt with his cock and I clenched my ass cheeks every time, desperate.

“If you can’t decide, let someone else go,” I teased him. “Put it in already, bastard. Put it all the way in.”

He heard that and rammed it in at once, all the way, until I felt his balls hit my clit. I screamed against the leather of the bench.

“Fuck! That’s it, that’s what I like!” I panted. “Fuck me hard, don’t hold back.”

And he fucked me hard, gripping my hips and driving into me to the hilt, pulling all the way out and then burying it in again with a wet slap that echoed through the room. Another man sat on the bench at the level of my face and brought his cock to my mouth, tapping my cheek lightly with it.

“Open up, pretty. Suck me while they’re fucking you.”

What turns me on most is exactly that, being asked, being ordered almost tenderly. I opened and took him all the way in, lips sealed around the base, breathing through my nose while I was being fucked from behind. The boys took turns between my mouth and the rest of me, pulling one out so another could go in, and in that position I controlled absolutely nothing. I could feel how each new cock was different, how some filled me more and others reached deeper. One came in my mouth without warning, filling it with thick, salty semen, and made me swallow it all by gripping my neck. Another came over my ass, spilling hot cum down my slit while the next cock was already forcing its way through it to sink into my soaked cunt. All I know is that I came once on the cock inside me, and again while sucking, and once more with two hands between my legs rubbing my clit while they were fucking me.

“Look at how much she’s enjoying it,” one of them said. “Worth coming on a Sunday. I’ve never seen a cunt suck a cock so well.”

“Invite her every weekend,” another laughed, jerking himself off over my back. “But give us some notice.”

Then I felt a new hand preparing my ass from behind, patiently, coating me with lubricant and sliding in one finger, then two, slowly twisting them until I was open. I turned my head: it was Marcos.

“You bastard. Are you prepping my ass for them?”

“No doubt about it. They’re all going through that hole too. I know what you like.”

“Yes, fuck. That’s why I came. To get fucked in all three holes.”

***

When Marcos decided I was ready, they lifted me off the bench. On a mat the guy from the sauna was waiting, lying on his back, with a thick, short, wide cock pointing at the ceiling, the tip shining with fluid. I didn’t think about it: I straddled him, grabbed his cock with my hand to guide it to my cunt, and took it all at once, helped by how soaked and aroused I was. I felt myself opening completely, felt it settle deep in my cunt, and let out a long moan.

“Fuck, how she took it,” someone murmured, and the others gave astonished laughs. “She swallowed it to the balls.”

I started moving on him, up and down, feeling the cock scrape the walls of my cunt with every thrust. I leaned back against his chest while, in front of me, another man was looking for a place, kneeling on the mat and offering me his saliva-wet cock to my mouth. Behind, yet another was making his way toward my ass, pressing the tip against the already lubricated hole. When he sank in slowly, I felt the burst of pleasure that shot through me completely. They were fucking me in all three holes at once.

I felt full, overflowing, pierced through, and I didn’t want it to stop. The three of them began moving in sync: the one below pushing upward, the one behind thrusting forward, the one in my mouth shoving it down my throat. I was a piece of flesh bouncing between the three of them, and I loved it. They barely held out a few thrusts before asking for my mouth, and the one I had there came with a rough groan, and I took him, swallowing without losing a single drop while another took his place and a new cock found my lips. The one in my ass held out a little longer before pulling out and cumming in spurts over my back and ponytail.

“It’s incredible,” one of them said, watching the semen run down my face. “I’ve never been with a woman like this. She swallows, and takes it, and asks for more.”

“I warned you,” Marcos pointed out proudly, jerking off slowly to one side. “She’s one of those who truly enjoy it. As long as there’s a cock, she doesn’t get tired.”

I took them one by one, two by two, with barely a pause. Bruno held out like a champion beneath me while another man looked for my back and drove his cock into my ass. Marcos lay down and pulled me on top of him, his cock stabbing into my cunt, and at once a third man was settling in behind me, burying it into my ass hole with a firm push. I could feel the two cocks rubbing against each other inside me, separated only by a thin wall of flesh, and with every thrust they tore screams from me I couldn’t hold back. Synchronized, the two inside me and the one in my mouth made me lose track of everything. I came on Marcos’s cock with a shudder that left his pubis soaked.

“How are you, darling?” Marcos asked me.

“In heaven. You’re using me the way I wanted. Like a whore,” I answered, panting. “And you know that drives me crazy.”

One after another they emptied themselves. One filled my cunt with hot cream that started dripping inside me; another pulled out of my ass at the last second and shot over the slit of my ass cheeks; a third emptied into my mouth and asked me to show it to him before swallowing. When I got off Marcos, he still had cocks half-withdrawn inside him and I licked his thighs and balls without being asked, sucking the last drop he had left while he let me do it amid laughter and moans.

***

“Those of you who can still keep going, sit on the benches,” I ordered, catching my breath with my face smeared with cum. “I’m going to ride you one by one. I’m going to squeeze the last drop out of you.”

I started with the sauna guy, the most imposing of them. I grabbed his cock, set it against my dripping cunt, and lowered myself all the way down with a long moan. In that position I was the one setting the pace, the one using him however I wanted. I rose and fell slowly at first, then faster and faster, feeling the cock slam into the bottom of my cunt with every descent. I took his hands and put them on my tits so he could squeeze them. I leaned forward to kiss him, tongue tangled with his, while I rode him without stopping. It’s one of my favorite positions precisely because of that, because I decide how they come inside me, or whether they do at all.

When I felt he couldn’t hold out any longer and his balls were already moving against my ass in desperation, I suddenly got up, knelt in front of him, hands behind my back and mouth open, looking him in the eyes, his cock pointed straight at my face. I love waiting like that, licking it slowly and playing with the tip with my tongue while the end comes near. I licked the frenulum with the tip of my tongue, sucked the head, nibbled his balls, until he came with a growl and a hot stream hit my forehead, another my cheek, another filled my open mouth, and one more stained my tits. I swallowed it smiling, my eyes still locked on his.

I moved on to the next, and the next, repeating the same ritual: riding them to the brink, getting down, kneeling, waiting for the shot across my face with my mouth open. They all ended the same way, and I thanked each orgasm as if it were a gift, sucking their cocks to the last drop. One came before I had time to get down and filled my cunt until it spilled over the edges. Marcos encouraged them, delighted to see me enjoying myself and slowly jerking off to the side.

Only Bruno and Tobias were left. I climbed onto Tobias, driving his black cock all the way into me and, while I kissed him and bit his lip, Marcos settled behind me and put his cock in my ass, already loose and open, with a clean push. Bruno placed a bench behind his cousin and stood up on it, leaving his enormous cock at mouth level. He held me by the ponytail and shoved it down my throat. The three of them moved in sync: Tobias upward, Marcos forward, Bruno deeper into my mouth. I was nothing but a body filled with three cocks at once, and I couldn’t even moan because my mouth was occupied, and when Bruno pulled it out to let me breathe, I screamed like a madwoman.

“Let her cum already,” Bruno said, panting. “She’s right there.”

Between the three of them they took me to the edge one last time, with the cocks moving inside me in a brutal rhythm, and when I exploded they all pulled out and finished me at the same time, marking my face, neck, mouth, and tits with hot streams that mixed into one another. Bruno rubbed his cock over my lips, painting them white, Tobias emptied himself over my chest, and Marcos filled my mouth until it slipped from the corners of my lips.

The boys gave me a soft, almost tender round of applause while I ran my fingers over my face, gathering the semen and taking it into my mouth.

“We hope you come back on more Sundays,” one said. “We’d never seen anyone enjoy it that much. Never seen anyone swallow that much.”

***

Bruno and Tobias escorted us to the changing rooms so we could shower. When we were alone, Marcos hugged me from behind and slipped his hand between my legs. My cunt was still dripping with all of their semen.

“How are you, slut? I saw you enjoying yourself. You’re full of cum.”

“I’ve lost count of how many times I came,” I admitted, pressing myself against him. “And you know what? I’m still in the mood. My cunt is still burning. I brought something I haven’t worn yet.”

I put on a tiny pink bikini, with the bottom triangle so small it barely covered my shaved cunt and the top straps ready to burst from my tits, transparent platform shoes, and a velvet choker ending in a small chain. Marcos looked at me the way one looks at a trophy.

“My God. Put a leash on me and show me off,” I told him. “Display me like a bitch.”

We went out to the pool area, where only the uncle was left, swimming alone. When he saw us, he came out by the steps, and then I understood why he’d been so calm all afternoon. He was naked, and what hung between his legs, even at rest, was one of the most impressive things I’d ever seen: a thick, heavy, long cock even without being hard, with balls that swung as he walked as if they belonged to another species. He walked slowly, deliberately, letting me look, giving it the slightest shake as he moved so I’d see it properly.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked.

“Very much. It’s spectacular. It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You can check whether it lives up to it. If you want.”

Marcos held out the chain from my choker.

“Here, lead her. Sometimes she likes being taken like a bitch.”

The uncle led me with a gentle tug on the chain to some lounge sofas, sat down with his legs open, and tossed a cushion to the floor. He didn’t need to say a thing. I knelt between his thighs and started slowly, devoutly. First I licked his balls, one by one, taking them into my mouth and sucking them carefully. Then I ran my tongue over his whole cock from bottom to top, feeling it pulse and swell beneath my lips. I kissed the tip, licked it in circles, and only when it started to harden more did I begin taking it into my mouth little by little. He held my ponytail to set the pace, tugging gently when he wanted me slower, pushing when he wanted deeper. It took a while to get fully hard, but when it did it was a monster: thick as a wrist, long, with swollen veins running along it. I could barely fit it in my mouth, the corners of my lips stretching, drool falling in strings down to my chest, and I didn’t get tired. I spat on it and rubbed the whole thing with my hands, then took it back into my mouth halfway, choking, tears springing to my eyes.

“See how it stands up in the hands of a good woman?” he said, satisfied, looking at me with a smile as he pulled it out and patted it against my face.

***

“Get on top, but don’t take me in yet,” he ordered.

I straddled him, feeling it pressed against my soaked cunt, the tip of that monstrous cock barely brushing my entrance, and he kissed me like a hurricane, devouring my mouth, sucking my tongue, biting my lips. I rubbed my cunt up and down over his cock without taking it in, soaking it completely with my wetness, torturing myself. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but when I finally begged him moaning, “Put it in, please, I can’t take it anymore,” he did everything slowly: he held my hips with those huge hands and lowered me a millimeter at a time, stopping, checking that I was getting used to it, lifting and lowering me a little each time, until my cunt gave way completely around him.

“Want more?” he asked at every pause.

“Yes, please. I need to feel all of you. Put it all in, I can’t anymore.”

When I finally took it all, with his balls pressed against my ass, I thought I’d lose my mind. It was, without a doubt, the biggest I’d ever taken. It filled me in a way I’d never felt before, I could feel it reaching my deepest point and there was still cock left outside. He gave me a few seconds to take it in and started moving me on him as if I weighed nothing, lifting me and lowering me with his hands on my waist, fucking me from bottom to top with a force that made my tits crash against his face. He kept ripping orgasms out of me. I came once almost immediately, again a few minutes later, and again after that, leaving me trembling all over. At one point I felt myself completely coming apart, out of control, wholly surrendered to his hands, with my cunt dripping down over his balls and onto the sofa.

From the sofas we moved to all fours, my face pressed into the cushion and my ass high in the air. He held me by the chain with one hand, tugging gently so I arched my back, and with the other he set the rhythm, gripping my hip. He already had me so open that his enormous cock went in and out effortlessly, with an obscene wet sound echoing in the room’s silence. He drove into me deeply, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself to the hilt again, and with every thrust I was shouting nonsense words while Bruno, Tobias, and Marcos watched from the side, commenting under their breath with their cocks in hand, already hard again.

“The uncle’s a professional,” one said. “With that, he’ll have her here every Sunday.”

“Look how the cunt swallows him. She’s never leaving here again.”

***

Then it was everyone else’s turn. Bruno settled first, lying on his back while I mounted him and impaled my wrecked cunt on his cock, with Marcos holding one of my legs and Tobias the other, spreading me wide open. Marcos himself kept switching with them, laughing, delighted to share me. He’d come up to me and put his cock in my mouth while Bruno fucked me from below, then he’d swap with Tobias, and then they’d do it the other way around. I went from one mouth to another, from one set of hands to another, no longer knowing who was who, only feeling cocks going in and out, fingers squeezing my tits, tongues licking my nipples and clit. At some point they laid me on my side, with one leg raised, and I felt Bruno put it in my cunt while Tobias went for my ass at the same time, fucking me double while Marcos gave me his cock in the mouth. The three of them were moving inside me, and I was just a trembling body coming over and over again, unable to stop.

The uncle saved himself for the end. He took a bottle of lubricant, prepared himself calmly by putting a good amount on his hand and rubbing his monstrous cock until it shone all over, and then he coated me, sliding two thick fingers into my ass, then three, twisting them, opening me slowly for what was coming. He positioned himself between my legs while Marcos and Bruno held them up, bent against my chest, offering me completely. He entered slowly, very slowly, pressing the tip against my hole and pushing with patience, millimeter by millimeter, stroking my clit at the same time with a wet finger. What I felt wasn’t pain but a pleasure I didn’t know how to describe: brutal fullness, sweet burning, an impossible stretching that made me lose my mind. He knew exactly what he was doing. When he felt I’d opened up, he sank in all the way with a single long thrust, and I screamed against the cushion.

“God, that feels so good,” I panted. “Open, offered, for you. Fuck my ass, please.”

“My nephews had already told me what you were like,” he said, measuring each thrust, pulling out to the tip and driving back in. “But they undersold it. This ass is a wonder.”

He fucked me with a slow, deep rhythm, each shove going so deep I could feel the tip of his cock striking places I didn’t know I had. Marcos slid two fingers into my cunt at the same time, moving them to the uncle’s rhythm, and I came like I’d never come before, with spasms shaking me from top to bottom while that enormous cock went through my ass.

When I felt him tense, when I felt him swelling inside and his balls tightening, he pulled out and rose up over my chest, kneeling astride me. He held me by the ponytail with one hand and with the other started jerking his cock, shiny with lubricant and with me, pointing it at my face.

“Open your mouth. Get ready. You’re about to see what a proper goodbye looks like.”

There’s nothing that makes me feel more alive than that instant: feeling the pulse just before the end, seeing the cock throbbing in front of my eyes, knowing it’s for me. When he finished, he did it with an intensity that left me speechless: the first jet cut across my face from forehead to chin, the second filled my open mouth and reached the back of my throat, the third and fourth landed on my tits in thick, hot drops. And even then it kept coming, smaller spurts sliding over the fingers he was gripping his cock with. Without letting a single drop escape, I swallowed it all while licking myself clean, and even then he didn’t let me go: he let me clean his cock slowly with my tongue, licking him all over, sucking his balls, collecting the last drop, with a strange tenderness after so much intensity.

“Thank you,” he told me at last, stroking my face with the back of his hand. “I really enjoyed it.”

“Will you let me enjoy it a little longer?”

I stayed a good while longer between his legs, thanking him with my mouth for what he’d given me, tracing his now-soft cock all over without hurry, sucking it without urgency, kissing the inside of his thighs, licking his balls like a cat. Then he took my hand and led me to the shower by the pool, and the four of us soaped me up and showered me. Hands everywhere, fingers slipping back between my legs, soap running down my tits, mouths stealing kisses. A delight.

It was the first time we’d been to that gym. It wasn’t the last.