The Housewives Of Coxville County part 3

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The Housewives Of Coxville County part 3Pushing Deep – Sammy’s StorySamantha Spitzmen began her morning in much the same fashion she hadevery day for about a long as she could remember. She slipped and stumbledout of bed and onto the carpet of her spacious bedroom with dull thud in aburst of cheerful fervor. Her leg somehow always managed to become tangledin the silk sheets, and had tugged her backwards as she attempted hoppingfrom her king sized bed. The fall and subsequent noise hadn’t so much asstirred a brow in Sammy’s husband Steven, who had been lying next to herwith his head buried in two of their four white pillows. He continued tosnore, a deep near guttural bellow of inhaled and exhaled air, and did notchurn or make the slightest motion as the covers slid away from him duringSammy’s fall. He simply continued his foray of catching Z’s, his deepbreaths making him resemble a bear in midst of hibernation.”Ouch! Darn it” uttered Sammy as she pulled herself up and headedtowards her bathroom.It was a quarter to six in the morning, and her bright green eyes beamedwith a breed of glow that would have seemed inconceivable to most othersupon waking so early in the hours of the day. To anyone unfamiliar withthe redhead, such energy at this hour without the assistance of caffeinewould have either been classified as wholly preposterous, or attributed tothe use of some otherworldly d**g. Samantha, “Sammy” to her friends andfamily, strode to her bathroom in a spirited glide, stubbing her toehowever against the threshold of the bathroom door as she entered.”Ouch, dang it!” she said.She went about her daily routine of brushing her teeth and washing herface, and dressing herself in a simple pair of thigh high shorts and aplain white-t shirt that was fitted to her slender frame, but cut off justabove her belly-button. What with it being so early in the morning, sheonly lightly went through her short red hair in the mirror, and spent onlya minimal amount of time appraising herself in the mirror.Sammy was a modest girl when it came to her looks. A modest girl thoughSammy was, she couldn’t often help but feel a fair bit impressed by thewoman who composed her reflection. Sammy was short, all of five feet andan added three inches, and was considered to be the smallest amongst hergroup of friends and family. This fact never seemed to bother her muchhowever, as the counterbalance to her impish height came in spades whenanalyzing the rest of her body. Her big, bright green pupils shown liketwin jade jewels encased in the surrounding milk color of the rest hereyes. They struck many as dazzling, being noted as almost catlike inappearance when they were taken in with the image of her smallish facialfeatures. She had tiny button nose and a shapely mouth that held ever soslightly plumped lips that seemed to complete as well as water down hercomplexion. The sides of her lips curved at a slightest upward angle, afacial feature said to hail from her Scottish ancestry, and what many inher family jokingly called a “natural Glasgow smile”.At twenty-six she maintained a facial appearance of a girl not a dayolder than twenty or so. This was often speculated to be the case uponmeeting those who were not privy to her actual age. Her fiery red hairhung in full wavy curls that hovered at the middle point of her neck whenshe’d let it down. In ways of body, Sammy Spitzmen did not have an ounceof excess or unnecessary fat on her figure. While many other women her ageoften began to puff and fill out in the mid section and other areas, Sammymaintained a lean, lithe, and curvy frame. Well defined, yet strikinglyeffeminate muscle laced the entirety of her body. Her shoulders were sharpand angular, and sculpted just enough that there was the slightest lift inher deltoids, which linked to a set of slim, though even more defined arms.Her torso was a slim pillar of white that shaped inward on her twenty-threeinch waist, just before it curved outwards towards her hips, which remainedfull and curvaceous. Strewn about Sammy’s stomach was a series of tightupper and lower abdominals that were punctuated with a full and sharp Vshape that started just below her pelvis, and traveled outwards. Her legsand thighs were even more impressive, as they were smooth and equallydefined. Small lines along the meaty portions of her upper thighs couldvisibly be seen when Sammy wore a skirt, shorts, or tight enough fittingpants. Her lower legs and ankles were sharp and straight, and enhanced thelook of her strong calves, which shifted into a heart shape of muscle ifone paid attention to her putting pressure on the area.While Sammy was trim, the more effeminate parts of her still werevisible and more than fairly bountiful. Sammy had full round breasts. Shewas a solid C-cup that was just shy of a full D, which proved to be a bitof an obstacle containing during her vigorous workouts, but one that shewas not so irksome that she allowed it to discourage from engaging in them.They shifted upward slightly, and peaked at her matching pair of deep pinknipples, which had always been incredibly sensitive for some reason. Itwas a bit of a contrast to the rest of her smallish features.While her sister Bobbie Sue was tall and long limbed, Sammy was ratheron the boney side when they were young. It had shocked her somewhat whenshe they had begun to grow and fill out (almost overnight it seemed) in herlater years. The roundness and perky angle of them she found them to be(at times) off putting compared to her frame. The same situation appliedto Sammy’s rear as well. While not as large by the comparison to herfriend’s posteriors – which were all shapely and sizable and very beautifulas far as she was concerned – it carried a remarkable amount of cushion androundness as well. It was a plump heart-shaped posterior that manyindividuals in Coxville would have agreed was “athletically perfect ifpetite”. Sammy’s ass had grown in around the same time as her breasts had,and it had baffled her much in the way when she noticed how much itactually stuck out in outfits. Not to the degree that Sammy’s good friendBianca’s ass had to be sure, but certain silk dresses, high cut shorts, andtight fitting pair stretch pants greatly emphasized its shape. Herworkouts hadn’t trimmed it down so much as slightly elevate it, and shiftits softness into a slightly more muscular mass. All the same, she stillfound it to be very impressive, and it was one of the parts of her thatSteve would quite often enjoy (when he was up for it that is). He wouldn’thesitate to give it a playful pinch or smack simply to see the bit ofsoftness it did have jiggle and the subsequent giggle that would squeak outof Sammy as a result.Sammy’s fruits of physical diligence had proven to be well worth theamounts of sweat and she’d shed daily, with an added benefit – she laterdiscovered – of a natural glow that beamed from her skin in a light sheen.Her skin was a shade of white meshed with healthy pinkish tones that wouldalways appear to be amplified after a particularly intense workout, whichthen cooled to an amber-like hue after she got out of a shower. Heavyemphasis on personal hygiene and diet had made her skin appear to be madeof fine marble. Many men (and quite a few women) in town had gone so faras to say that Sammy had a perfect body. And while the gorgeous littleredhead was taught at a very young age that modesty was the greatest meansto convey ones assets, indeed, all things considered, Sammy consideredherself to be one sweet looking number if she didn’t say so on her ownbehalf. So much that it almost offset how much of klutz she was.After giving herself one last approving glance to her stomach and hips,she smiled at her reflection, and headed from her bedroom, and downstairsinto the kitchen. Not before however slipping onto her behind half waydown the steps.”Ow!” she squeaked as she landed on the step.When she got to her wide open kitchen however, her clumsiness altogethervanished. Immediately she began cooking, preparing the breakfast that herbeloved husband Steve would undoubtedly consume with a ravenous andunrelenting pace after waking up. She knew him well enough by now thatwhile the noises of her activities wouldn’t be the slightest bit effectivein stirring him from deep bear-like slumber, the robust smell of bacon,eggs, and homemade waffles would most definitely awaken him quicker thansmelling salts ever could. In stark contrast to her accident prone nature,Sammy moved about the kitchen with a grace that almost seemed to be out ofa long practiced ballet, all the while humming to herself as she battered,cracked, flipped, poured, and maneuvered around the wide open spacekitchen. The smell of the meat cooking, sure enough, summoned Steve withinmoments. For the strangest of reasons – ones to which not even Sammy hadthe foggiest clue- her clumsiness seemed to dissipate when she was involvedin two things: the first being any and all household chores that engagedin.She figured it must have been some sort of trigger in her brain thatflipped whenever she was in the process of cooking or cleaning that causedher turn instantly from being all thumbs and left feet as her grandmotherwould say, to a wafting, swaying being of grace and precision. Of all thescuffs, sc****s, bumps, and bruises Sammy had accumulated over the years,not one was acquired while she was in the process of cleaning a room, orcreating a meal. Not a single one.Steve Spitzmen, Sammy’s husband of a solid year now, lumbered down thesteps soon after Sammy neared the final stages of her cooking. Steve was abroad man, tall and barrel chested, with a tuft of straight strawberryblonde hair that was thinning in certain areas. Steve had a bit of a gut,which Sammy didn’t find particularly appealing, but did not find itappalling to the degree she felt it merited voicing protest. As he endedhis path down the stairs he stretched and yawned in his white silk morningrobe, both his big hairy arms raised in a V.”Mornin sugar” formed from Steve’s yawn as he leaned in over Sammy’sshoulder. “How’s my little rosebud doin this morning?”, he nuzzled herwith his lips, his chin hairs brushing against Sammy’s cheek and neck andmaking her giggle.”Steeeve, stop it that tickles”, Sammy giggled, her heavy southernaccent seeping out in a falsetto pitch.”I know, I just like doin it to hear you make that noise.”Steve playfully smacked her bottom and it wobbled accordingly.”I didn’t hear you come home last night”, Sammy said.”Yeah, we were at the site way longer than expected. Swear the godthey’re tryin to work us to the bone on this one.”How’d your book thing go last night?”Sammy had been in mid flip of turning an egg sunny side up when sheheard Steve’s question, and hearing it had caused her to fumble the eggsloppily onto the skillet, folding it into a mess of yellow and white. Blunders like that never occurred while Sammy cooked, ever.”Uh-it was…” the memory causing the rest of whatever she was about tosay to trail off into some obscure mumble.Amazin, totally incredible, the most intense night of my life, shethought in rapid succession. None of those words would have beenappropriate to describe her feelings on what she had taken part of theprevious night at Jenny Summer’s house, and even less appropriate to say toher husband. Steve, who was (often enough) attentative to what she had tosay would want to know all about why her verdict for the night was such afond one. Why was it so awe inspiring, incredible, and so thoroughlyintense? Sammy knew she most certainly couldn’t explain it, much less gointo any semblance of detail. Most of what had occurred a meager handfulof hours ago she still barely believed herself. The sights, sounds,tastes, and so forth that filled and overloaded her senses that nightexisted in Sammy’s mind now as a distant, though incredibly vivid dream. She could hardly explain it herself, let alone make sense of how sheherself behaved.”Sugar?” came Steve’s voice from a seemingly far distance from Sammy’sperspective.”It was…great” she said.Great was the perfect word to use. Not too grandiose to merit furtherdescription or explanation, and not too watered down to allude of anythingbeing kept from him, a perfect middle ground that would undoubtedly leaveSteve satisfied. Sammy had then gotten back into the rhythm of preparingSteve his breakfast. She assembled the last few pieces of the meal, pouredhim a tall glass of orange juice (no pulp of course), placed the piece ofwheat toast on the plate, and placed it on the kitchen table in oneseamlessly elegant motion.”Enjoy”, she said with a smile.Steve immediately dug into the plate without a word, filling his facewith a spoon full of egg. Still chewing Steve then said,”Thanks babe, perfect as always”, a goop of egg flying from his mouthwith the word babe.Sammy just eyed him, adoringly, though she couldn’t shake the slightestbit of annoyance towards his table manners. Steve was rather tactless whenit came to certain things, and his attempt to check them in public or inthe presence of others was a lax one at best. Sammy had always figuredthis was simply a part of what it meant to be married, learning to acceptand manage the flaws found in the person you’ve promised to share the restof your life with. She had certainly put forth a strong effort to checkher own bad habits in his presence, and it wasn’t too much of a stretch tosay that she had done a more than decent job of containing them. However,on the polar end it seemed her efforts went, for the most part, unnoticedby Steve. He’d give affection when it seemed appropriate, gave mention toand thanks when Sammy labored for him, but, it seemed with an increasingregularity, that Steve’s appreciation seemed to peak at the bare minimum.Sammy knew it was an absurd idea to be so bent out of shape over so small agesture as food falling from one’s mouth while eating, but still…a partof Sammy, for the briefest of moments, really really soaked in the urge ofjust then wanting to slap Steve right in the back of the head, and tellhim, in the same tone and pitch that her mother used to use when scoldingher as a c***d,Only piglets and poppers talk with their mouths full!However, despite this spark of inner frustration, Sammy pushed thefeeling down, and continued watching her husband eat in silence.”Where’s your plate?” Steve asked. “Aren’t you eating too?””No dear, I had a protein bar and a glass of OJ earlier. You know Idon’t like to take in too many calories in the morning before I go to thegym.”Steve nodded his head up and down as if remembering, but remained silentand kept chewing, fearing she’d bring up (again) a desire for him to joinher the next time she went”Right…” he eventually said.A moment of silence, and Sammy continued to watch him eat from acrossthe table.”Any chance you’ll get off work early tonight?” she asked in attempt tobreak the awkward silence.In response Steve sighed.”Doubt it, they’ve been workin us harder than a hundred black mulesfresh outta Mexico. And what with Jackson filling in right now, thingshave slowed down to near molasses speed.””Jackson?” Sammy asked, keeping the tempo of conversation.”Yeah, he’s acting as foreman while Smith is out with a busted leg. Itold you this a couple weeks ago.””Ah, right” Sammy lied, not remembering him saying anything at allduring the few conversations they’d actually had time to have over the lastmonth or so.”I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s a good worker, just…””Just what?” Sammy asked curiously.”He’s black, so you know…he moves slower than most of us would like.”Sammy remained silent, and after another bite of toast and hefty swig oforange juice Steve continued.”I mean, don’t get me wrong, that’s not because I think he’s any lesssmart than anyone on the crew or anything. It’s just that the guy takesway too much time organizing and reorganizing everything. Every singledetail he goes over with a fine comb. I know he’s got a lot riding on thisjob, lord knows we all do, but jeez, when is careful too careful you know?Sammy just listened, nodding her head.Steve finished the last few bites of his meal and washed it down withthe remaining ounce of his orange juice.”It’s like he’s trying to be on his best behavior to impress everyone.Like the guy has something to prove. It’s making everything move at lessthan half speed. Gets on your nerves after a while’s all I’m sayin.”Sammy continued to nod, but thought critically to herself. Well, didyou stop to think that maybe Jackson is just being sure he doesn’t repeatthe mistake your other boss made before he broke his leg? She kept thisthought buried however, not wanting to rock the boat or start conflict oversomething so trivial so early in the day. Sammy just smiled, and afterSteve had finally finished eating she cleared the plate and its remains offthe table. She washed the dishes and continued her morning cleaningroutine, while Steve showered and dressed. Twenty minutes later hestrolled downstairs in his workmen’s clothes, and kissed his lovelyredheaded wife as she handed him a neatly arranged lunch inside a smallhandheld cooler. As Steve walked through the door, he gave Sammy hissignature wink and reminder that he’d be home late. Standing at the openfront door of their two story suburban home, Sammy watched Steve as heclimbed into his truck, and marked his departure with a goodbye wave. Thishad been the steady flow of their relationship for the past month. Alarger version of playing house that Sammy had, for a time, thought to befun.As Sammy went back inside and continued what chores she now had left,she noticed a strange emptiness. The large, wide open rooms and corridorsof their home hinted of no life, aside from the fainting scratching andthin bumping noises as she moved furniture and wiped dirt from furnishings.All the while Sammy couldn’t help but feel lately as though, despite havingwhat to many of her family and peers considered to be the perfect life,there was something missing. A deep seeded chore that had yet to becompleted.Is that why I did it? Sammy asked herself as she cleaned. Is that whyI .Within an hour the energetic redhead had gone from top to bottom of hertwo story house. She’d cleaned the kitchen, bedroom, living room, dinningroom, hallways, and both bathrooms at a speed that almost would seemsuperhuman to casual observer. Sammy had gone through the entire housewithout even conveying so much as a hefty sigh to portray fatigue. Thehouse was left sparkling, and without even a speck of dirt or grimeshowing. It was after surveying the immaculate household that Sammy thenspoke to herself.”Alright…now for the real work” she said, a sudden gleam in her eyesshowing from anticipation.In exactly two minutes Sammy had stripped down from her morning outfit,and put on in its place a pair of thick white running socks, a pair ofblack and red trainers, a pair of tight fitting black spandex shorts thatshowed the entire structure and layout of her hips and taught ass. Thefinal pieces were her fitted black sports bra that she wore under a tightwhite t shirt that was cut off at the stomach to show her sculpted abs. Onthe shirt in bold black lettering were the words “push it” etched proudlyon the chest area, which were pursued up a fair bit from Sammy’s perkybreasts. Sammy grabbed her signature cotton sweat headband, and clasped itonto with a light snap. She grabbed her workout bag, which contained alarge and small towel, a book, and a large bottle of ice cold water fromthe refrigerator, and in another second was out the door and into her car,not before however taking a near tumble down the small set of stairs on herfront door.”Ouch! Darn it!” yelped Sammy as she stumbled down the final two stepsafter her foot somehow managed to brush incorrectly on the first, throwingoff her balance and almost causing trip into the driveway face first.After she collected herself, she climbed into her car, started theengine, and pulled out of the driveway, Sammy had already pushed theominous thoughts out of her entirely, and was only focused, excited, andmentally prepared for the task that was ahead….The Olympian Gym was a ten minute drive from Sammy’s house. Sammy hadsang aloud the whole way to the country tunes of the Dixie Chicks that hadbeen playing on her Ipod, which was set up the sound system of the car. After arriving at the gym, a huge establishment located in the mostexpensive part of Coxville, she walked in through the large glass doubledoors with a cold blast from the air conditioning. The gym was all blackand white marble, with white and silver walls, all smooth edges and openspace. The main lobby held several cushy couches, fit with healthmagazines and brochures found on the glass table. To the right of thelobby was the front reception desk, which was manned by a tall, blonde andskinny young man whom Sammy knew as Dale Walton. Upon noticing herarrival, Dale immediately smiled as Sammy walked through the door.”Mornin Dale”, said Sammy with her signature pearly white smile andthick southern drawl.”H-Hey Mrs. Spitzmen” replied Dale, doing his best to keep hiscomposure, despite the increasing redness in his face totally giving himaway. Sammy sighed.”How many times am I gonna have to tell you Dale, call me Sammy. Mrs.Spitzmen makes me sound like I belong in that dang water aerobics class forthe old folks.””Sorry Mrs-I mean, Sammy.”Coming out of Dale’s mouth the name sounded odd, far too forcedimpersonal, even though it had only been a small pinch of years since hehad called her as such.”Just messin ya about Dale, relax. Jeez, you never used to be this muchof a stiff when I’d baby sit you.”Face still blushing, Dale shook his head.”I know. It’s just that I’m still considered the new guy here. Theboss is really pushing the idea of us greeting everyone that comes in all,you know? Bein professional but extra friendly to all the members.”That and the fact I can’t get over how hot you always look in yourworkout clothes, Dale thought.”I get ya. Well relax, you’re doing just fine”, Sammy said, reaching ahand over the counter and placing it gently on Dale’s shoulder.The touch made Dale feel like he was on the verge of melting. For thelongest time, as far back as Dale could remember, Sammy Spitzmen had alwaysbeen the living definition of beauty, vibrant health, and an almostpalpable sexual energy. She was only about five years his senior, but inhis eyes she might as well have been an elder goddess in front of hisfeeble twenty-one years. So much that he simply couldn’t keep a straightface or maintain his composure when in her presence. And in the off chanceshe gave him any sort of kindly caress or made any form of playful physicalcontact, he felt his entire body tense and then relax in ecstasy in whatwere near -sometimes full on- orgasms. He couldn’t imagine what it musthave felt like to be her husband Steve – known more commonly in Dale’s mindas that unbelievably lucky prick – and to have the right to touch her back,kiss her luscious pouty lips, explore her flawlessly toned body, andindulge in other such erotic endeavors which Dale dared not imagine out ofmercy of keeping his pants clean.The moment soon passed however when Sammy abruptly pulled her hand awayto reach for the falling sign in sheet that Sammy had knocked over with herbag.”Oh my gosh!” Sammy squealed as she kneeled over and picked at thefalling pieces of paper.Dale rushed from around the counter and kneeled down next to her to helpclear the mess.”I’m soooo sorry about that Dale” Sammy said. “My grandma always saysI’m all thumbs and left feet.””Oh it’s no problem Sammy” said Dale dismissively, forcing himself toleave out the Mrs.Dale was well aware of Sammy’s clumsiness, and had always actually foundit to be a rather adorable trait in the older woman. Her bumbling ways tohim held a sort of abstract majesty in his eyes, a breed of innocence thatnone of the other girls he knew in town seemed to possess. After theycompleted gathering the pieces of paper, they both rose.”Dang Dale”, Sammy said with a slight start.”You grow another couple inches or what?””Wha-What?””You got taller didn’t you?””Oh…right”, stammered Dale, pushing down how sexually loaded Sammy’squestion had sounded coming from her lips. He laughed nervously.”Nah…not really”.Not unless you’re talking about what’s in my pants, he then thought.”No, I think you did. You’re what, 6’1″ now?” She said, standing closerto him and comparing their height.Sammy being so close to the young man, feeling her the outline traces ofher body brushing lightly against his caused him to stiffen and tense.”6’1 and 1/2″ corrected Dale.”Wow…really? Dang, I remember when you barely came up to my waist. You must have the girls fighting over you left and right.”Dale’s face went another shade of red.”Ha-ha, nah.” He said coyly.”My mama always says modesty’s the best way to show off your best sides,but come on. Tall good lookin fella like you, they must be lining up.”Sammy giggled that sweet, high pitched signature laugh of hers and sheplayfully punched at his stomach.”Well…” Dale then said, trying to maintain some semblance confidencein front of the redhead. He knew confidence went a long way with women,especially sexy ones like Sammy.”I reckon there’s maybe one or two girls at school that’s slid me aletter in class here and there.””Well there you go then, I knew it.””I mean, it’s nothing serious. Besides, I’m not really that interestedin any of the girls at my school.””Really?” said Sammy, her green eyes widening a bit with curiosity. “Why’s that?”Dale timidly placed a hand behind his trimmed blonde head, his oceanblue eyes forcing themselves to maintain eye contact with her green ones.Dale had always found it difficult to look Sammy straight on, her greeneyes being entirely too bright and entrancing for him to face directly.”Well…I’m more into…older girls”, he said, his blush betraying hisattempt to water down the statement.”Oh really?” said Sammy with a hint of genuine wonder.”Yeah…” said Dale nervously.Dale didn’t know how to proceed. He wanted to add older, sexier, moreelegant girls like you Sammy Spitzmen, but his mouth and cautious naturewould not allow him to be so bold. He was just about to revert to anotherplan of attack, the much safer yeah, older girls like you always seemed waymore attractive to me line, however the words died on his lips the momenthe heard someone behind Sammy yell.”Yo Slim D!” came deep silky voice from far end of the gym lobby.Dale was slapped out of his trance, and he looked up and ahead at thesame time that Sammy turned her back to him and towards the source of theintruding voice. Seven feet ahead of them in the lobby stood a tall, deepbrown skinned black man of a solid 6’4″. He was wearing a very tightfitting plain white t shirt and an equally tight pair of vintage 1970sstyle basketball shorts. The shorts cut off at the upper leg, exposing theman’s long and immaculately muscled legs from a little higher than the halfway point. He wore high white socks that had a dark blue stripe runningdown the sides, and a pair of black and white trainers that were marked bya signature wing design etched onto the back portion of the heel. The manwas lean, but from head to toe was fitted with nothing but hardened muscle.His deep brown complexion granted an additional bit of gloss, a healthynatural glow that reflected from his nearly hairless physique. He hadclose cut jet black hair that lined his perfectly sculptured head, andsetup well his strong jaw line and powerfully masculine facial features. His face was clean shaven, and age wise he appeared to be anywhere in hismid to late twenties, though he could have been a bit younger.”Have you seen Mr. Dupree come in today?” boomed the black man fromacross the lobby hall. He didn’t have any hint of a southern accent, hisinflections on particular syllables holding more of a Californian lilt. “He was supposed to be here round twenty minutes ago for his session.””Ye-yeah” came Dale nervously. “He actually called in and said hecouldn’t make it today, had a dentist’s appointment or something likethat.””Oh” came the black man. “Oh well, guess I’ll get an extra hour tomyself to lift then. Ha-ha”.The black man laughed, glad to be free of his duties. He then turnedand began to walk off in the opposite direction to the other side of thegym, towards the treadmill and free weights zone. Sammy’s presence wasn’toverlooked by the tall ebony skinned male however. Not in the slightest.As he turned, his deep brown eyes stopped and appraised her thoroughly asshe stood there silent in the gym lobby. She stared back at him almostwith as much fascination as he did to her, like a surprised doe in the faceof an oncoming truck, and the two of them spent a long silent moment frozenin eye contact.This mutual exchange was not overlooked by Dale, who had lowered hishead to what would have been Sammy’s line of sight and immediately tappedher on the shoulder. Sammy didn’t respond to the first tap, and Dale hadto repeat the motion several more times, each tap with increasing pressureuntil she finally shook her head upon feeling Dale’s hand on her skin,jumping slightly before coming back to her senses. She turned back to facethe tall lanky blonde.”So…” Dale began, unsure of how to continue, but definitely wanting tomove passed what he thought he just saw in Sammy’s eyes. “You planning onliving in here or what? You’re in here about twice a day now-“”Dale…” Sammy interrupted. “Who was that?”Dale gritted his teeth behind a tightly closed mouth.”Who?” he asked with an obvious bit of sarcasm and a pinch of bitternessin his tone. He let a second or two go by, letting Sammy stew for a momentin waiting for his answer. “Oh, that’s just Dwayne. He’s some newhot-shot trainer from out of town, moved here about a week ago.””Really?” said Sammy with a hint of genuine wonder on her face. Hereyebrows lifted. “I certainly haven’t seen him around here before.””Yeah”, said Dale, “That’s what pretty much everyone has been saying. Kind of came as a shock to folks when he first got here.””I’ll bet”, said Sammy, not catching the open venom packaged in Dale’sprevious comment.Despite Dale’s deep shade of sour resentment towards Sammy’s sudden(frankly odd) interest in the black man, he was grateful the redhead hadn’tasked him the meaning behind him referring to Dale as “Slim D”. Explainingthe nickname would have required him to go into the highly embarrassing,totally damning yarn of how the following week, while he and a number ofother gym patrons had been dressing in the men’s locker room after arigorous game of basketball, several of the men had made a reference toDale’s penis size as she stripped out of his shorts. While considered tobe the normal size in length (perhaps a bit longer than average at morethan six inches), Dale’s penis was noted as being particularly thin ingirth. Being equivalent perhaps to a few rolls of dimes clumped togetherby a rubber band. Dwayne, along with one of his friends (another blackmale) had taken note of this, and had proceeded to chide and roast theyoung blond. Advising him never to attempt having a go with the mechanicalpenis sharpeners.The ordeal ultimately led to Dale being dubbed “Slim-D” by the men, andwith Dale holding a palpable hatred for the black man ever since. Thishatred was only fueled with the added jealousy which spawned from spying aglimpse of Dwayne’s own member, which was (by Dale’s silent memory) somassive that Dale had attempted to convince himself for days after that theimage was merely some trick of the light, or confabulation of his alreadyrattled self-esteem. All the same, it had caused Dale to despise Dwayne,and he’d not made it a point to engage in basketball or kindly banter withthe negro ever since.”And between us”, started Dale, leaning in closer to Sammy and holdingup the back of his hand to near his mouth like a barricade, “that was thereal reason Mr. Dupree didn’t show up today. Said that he wasn’t gonnahave a muscle bound nigger tellin him what to do during his workout.”To that Sammy didn’t react, for she didn’t quite know how to honestly.Growing up in Coxville, in the further area of the suburbs no less, she hadalways been taught to stay away from the people of color, or at the veryleast to be as brief and taciturn with them as possible. Sammy felt noinner malice towards blacks, or anyone really for that matter. She’d grownup around them her entire life, and had found it difficult to carry theseemingly boundless torch of malice that her family and many of her friendsappeared to have towards them. Outward animosity and genuine hate towardsothers never held any real significance to the bubbly redhead, yet sheultimately felt that in order to keep her family and friends happy andapproving of her, she’d heed their counsel and stay clear of them, assumingthat her elders knew better. On some u*********s level however, shesupposed she could understand a small portion of their logic in the sheerphysical response she herself often got from being around blacks. When intheir company, passing them on the street, or being in any place where theywere near, she’d always felt a faint alertness overtake her body. Anautomatic reaction similar to the fight or flight response, or -by Sammy’sunderstanding- the surge of adrenaline one gets before an intense workout,a slight pang of nervousness. Because of this feeling, this faintapprehension, Sammy had steered clear of those of the darker caste.That was back then however, back before she’d gained a deeper…insighton black people, black men to be precise. Sammy’s good friend JennySummers had showed her something the previous week, something incredible.It was an odd chain of events that Sammy still didn’t altogether comprehendthe details of, but remembered vividly and recalled that it ultimately hadled to what must have been the most incredible night of the young redhead’slife. She’d learned that Jenny Summers, one of her best friends and eldersister figure, a married mother, and fellow member of their town book club,had been having herself an affair with -from what she described- a fairnumber of other men in town. Not even just men she discovered, but blackmen. The revelation had completely astounded them all to say the least.Sammy and the other girls had seen the proof for themselves in a videothat somehow found its way into Jenny’s DVD player during the followingweek’s book club meeting, instead of the period piece film that wassupposed to be viewed that night. Words couldn’t describe Sammy’s verdicton the scene. It had been the most shocking, paralyzing, scandalous,sensual, and sexually aggressive thing she’d ever seen. It winded her,leaving her speechless (or as speechless as Sammy would ever be), likewatching a lion chase down a gazelle in the wild, or seeing a lavishfireworks display for the first time. The memory of it had sent pangs ofadrenaline down her neck and to the other regions of her body, very similarto the ones she’d experience before going to the gym she oddly understood.”Well…” Sammy began, pushing down the thought and collecting herselfonce again. “His loss I guess. Guy looks like he could carry bull on hisback like it was nothing.” Sammy decided to play off her own initialappraisal of Dwayne, though the effect he had on her could still be feltslightly between her legs.”Meh steroids most likely”, Dale shrugged.”Nah…I don’t think so, he didn’t have any of the signs.””Signs, what signs?” replied Dale.”Signs that he’s using steroids. You know, bad acne, jitters, unevenmuscle mass, overly sweaty, that kind of stuff.””Oh come on, how would you know, you’re not a doctor.””No, I’m not, but I read a lot of interesting stuff in my healthmagazines. He didn’t show any of the signs I came across, and his muscleseemed all natural.”Dale just stood there for a moment, slack jawed without a response.”Yeah well… I work with him directly, and let me tell ya, he’s notTHAT strong. I mean…yeah the guy does güngören escort lift some pretty serious iron fromtime to time, and he does have the gym record for most sit ups in fiveminutes, and he did kind of lap me twice the other day on thetrack…and…”, Dale trailed off, not wanting to damn himself any further.”Where’s he from?” asked Sammy.”Somewhere in California I reckon. Says he was some sort of fighterbefore he moved here. You know, that MMA stuff.””Where those guys kick and punch each other upside the head and rollaround on the ground?” asked Sammy.”Yeah…something like that.” Sniffed Dale. He really didn’t likeSammy’s interest in Dwayne. “Looks pretty gay if you ask me, but hey,different strokes for different folks.””Does he have any openings? I’ve actually been looking for a newtrainer to give me a few pointers.””Pointers?!” came Dale with a start.”Have you looked in a mirror lately Sammy, you’re flawless. And you’rehere so often most the members think you’re a dang trainer. What could youpossibly have to learn from him?” The disdain in Dale’s voice now painfullyobvious in his tone.”Oh, you never know Dale”, said Sammy. “A real professional is alwaysgood for teaching someone something new.”And with that, Sammy turned away and headed for the treadmill and weightlifting zone.”Anyhow, I’ll see ya later Dale. Tell your mom and dad I said hi nexttime you see them.””Yeah…see ya later Sammy”, came Dale.A look of confusion and stark disappointed crossed Dale’s face as hewatched her walk away, his eyes following the rhythmic rocking of hershapely hips and firm ass with each step, before falling to the meager bumpof his erection as it frustratingly brushed against the inside of hispants. Watching the display made him almost instantly forget the emotionalpang of anger that he felt whenever he thought of his nickname “Slim-D”….Sammy’s workout generally lasted for about three hours give or take. Ten to fifteen minutes were dedicated to a thorough stretch and warming ofthe limbs. Another ten to fifteen minutes were spent on some light yogastretches she’d learned from her friend Anya to further prepare herself. She took her time, extending and curling her body in the seated twist,lifting and pulling her lower back in the forwards and backwards-bendposition, sun salutations, and ending with a moderate stint of upward anddownward dog, all the while engaging in deep controlled breaths whilekeeping her core tight and centered. Mondays were aimed at her upper body,so Sammy would then spend the first hour doing light but continuous reps onher shoulders, arms, upper and lower back, before going into a solid hourof intense cardio on the treadmill, before moving on to a solid twenty tothirty minutes on the stationary bike, and lastly cooling herself down witha thoroughly post workout stretch.She’d sweat, pant, inhale, exhale and push her body to its limit andthen go a bit more for good measure. Shooting to top the number of repsfrom her previous workout, but not rushing herself to the point they threwoff her form of made it sloppy. Her face and body gradually took on a deepshade of pink as her temperature rose and the blood inside her pumpedthrough her, keeping her going as she pressed the furthest boundaries ofher physical limits. When the bulk of the exercises were over, she’dexhale with satisfaction, an almost instant natural high attained from herlabors.The second thing Sammy’s natural clumsiness seemed to fall dormant for-strangely- was when she was in the midst of physical activity. Not Sammy,nor her family and friends could ever make any real sense of the nature ofit. While Sammy was, as her grandmother worded all thumbs and left feetninety percent of the time for almost every other task, when physically inmotion with sports, weight lifting, or any other intense physical effort,Sammy was precision and grace on two legs. Her form and endurance went tosuch a degree that many of the gyms patrons often came to the conclusionthat she was either a professional trainer, or a well versed professionalathlete who was in training for some grand event. Many of the men wouldstagger and stumble on their treadmills, lose the footing on theirstationary bikes, and forget the number and form of their rep entirelywhilst enjoying the show of her heavy breaths and motions and thesubsequent effect they’d have on her chest as she heaved in and out.They’d gaze at the perfect curves of her body as they stretched andflexed with each squat, dip, lunge, and hip lift. Many of the womenpresent would look on in venomous jealously at her effeminate grace as shemoved to and fro in perfect form, all of them taking mental notes whilsttrying to mimic her motions. Sammy’s friend Ivana Swallows would oftenjoin her at the Olympian, and had ultimately decided following Sammy’s leadand mimicking her workout regimen and motions beat any sort of exerciseprogram that was offered in Coxville.So, it struck many of the regulars in attendance as quite a shock whenthey saw the fit, curvy, picturesque redhead tumble leg over leg onto herknees and off the platform of the treadmill at a near sprinting speed witha loud thwack and squeak of shoe sole upon rotating rubber. She slid andflew back abruptly as the portion of the machine made for walking andrunning hurled her backwards and off onto the cold hard floor.”Ouch!” She yelped after landing flat on her behind. “Dang it!”Sammy could hardly believe it herself. She’d fallen like a total klutznear a dozen times this morning before and after cleaning the house, thatwas commonplace for her, but never had she fallen off of the treadmill,ever. Her confusion was soon quashed however, considering her focus hadn’tentirely been on her breathing, pace, or running direction, but had in factbeen placed on…other areas in the gym. Her lack of focus hadn’t evenbeen realized until she felt the abrupt jerk of her right leg as stopped onthe hard unmoving surface of the black running track of the machine.Oh my goodness, Sammy thought to herself. I can’t believe I just felloff the treadmill. I never do that.Everyone in the gym abruptly stopped whatever they were doing to look atthe fallen redhead, her sitting there flat on her bottom, both legs up andbent at the knee in front her, a wholly confused and shocked look paintedon her reddened face.I’m so embarrassed, she thought. So much that for a brief moment sheconsidered getting up and racing out of the room and fleeing into one ofthe nearby bathroom stalls. Sammy didn’t do that however. She insteadlooked down at her chest, at the phrase push it in bold etched upside downin bold on the tight cotton fabric. To most people it was simply a t-shirtwith two words that -to some inclined to such thoughts- would perhaps carrya bit of innuendo. To Sammy however, it much worlds more. To her thesetwo simple words encompassed her entire outlook on persistence, andenduring through the most seemingly insurmountable obstacles. It drove herto push far past the threshold where everyone else would collapse in defeatand exhaustion. Sammy Spitzmen was many things, but a quicker, she wasnot. And running the entire diatribe through her head, the words and theirmeaning burning fresh in her mind, she rose to her feet after taking twomore long deep breaths.”Oh my god, Sammy are you alright?” came a voice from behind her.Sammy turned to see Dale racing up behind her towel, water, and cellphone in hand as if ready to call 911.”Oh yeah, I’m fine Dale.””Oh my god, oh my god, are you sure? Here drink this. Sit down-Imean-well-stay seated, are you dizzy? Should I call your husband, how baddoes it hurt on a scale from one to ten?”Dale shoved his blue water bottle towards her as he tried to guide herto one of the nearby benches, though Sammy went motioned the opposite way.”Dang it Dale I said I’m fine, just a little stumble’s all. Jeez, I’mnot made of glass you know.”Dale was taken aback at the biting tone in Sammy’s voice.”But I”, was all Dale managed to choke before Sammy cut in again, with abreathing bit of laughter this time as the mood lightened.”You see this”, Sammy said, pointing to her shirt.Dale looked down at Sammy’s chest, his face instantly turning red uponrealizing he was staring at Sammy’s round sweaty chest heaving lightlyinside her shirt.”Uh, yeah.””It means when you fall, ya get back up. You don’t lay down and soblike a toddler when ya fall down.”Dale realized that Sammy was talking about the slogan on her shirt. He’d always noticed it to be her favorite thing to wear during herworkouts, notably from the effect of how tightly it clung to her skinbefore and (especially) after she had spent hours of physical exertion intoit.”I take tumbles every single day”, she continued. “I’m all left feetand thumbs for just about everythin else except cookin, cleanin…andthis.”Her voice took on an oddly defiant tone with the remark, teeteringbetween motivational and reprimanding towards Dale’s attempt at playingwhite knight.”And I’ll be butched if I let one little fall mess up the rest of myworkout.”Dale couldn’t think up an intelligent response. What could he say? Heknew that Sammy’s physical ability surpassed that of basically everyoneelse he knew. Unsure of how to continue, Dale simply nodded, straightenedhimself up, and said,”You’re right. Just…just making sure you’re alright is all. Wouldn’twant you getting hurt on my watch.”Sammy smiled at the sight of Dale puffing his chest, erecting himselfupward in an attempt at showy protective masculinity.”You’re such a goof Dale”, she said, nudging him lightly in the stomachwith her elbow.Immediately Dale’s manly fascade dropped back into his boyish redcolored smile.”If you need anything, just holler.” He said.”Sure thing”, said Sammy as she turned away and back to the treadmill.Dale simply watched the view of her body as she strolled back upon themill, and resumed her workout. As Sammy brought herself back up to asteady run, her glance slowly shifted to the right side of the gym, whereit rested on the new trainer, Dwayne, lifting what looked like twice -no-three times her weight in iron on the squat machine. The angle of it madethe user face away from Sammy, so that when the person on the machine wouldsquat down for a repetition, their backside would slowly come into fullview. As Dwayne went down in motion of the exercise, Sammy got anotherfull view of his butt, thick legs, taught back, and -most notably- thegigantic bulge that hung just between his legs as he went down. Sammy hadneglected to mention the true reason of what caused her fall to Dale, thatseeing the full mass of a penis easily the size of her arm sitting insideDwayne’s pants had distracted her to the point she lost her footing on thetreadmill, and tumbled as a result.Good lord, the redhead thought to herself, keeping her composure thistime and not moving out of step with the machine’s tracks. That thing isenormous. Dwayne hadn’t noticed her blunder, he was too transfixed on hisown workout. Sammy was grateful for this, as she didn’t wish to give thenew trainer an impression that she was clumsy inside as well as outside thegym. Upon seeing the trainer Sammy had been greatly impressed and -to alesser degree- intimidated by the large black man.The members of the Olympian weren’t anywhere in spitting distance asdefined, chisled, and in shape as he was. Hell, not even any of the othertrainers came even close. It impressed her indeed, seeing someone thattook their health and exercise as seriously as she did, and showing almostas seemingly boundless a devotion to their workouts as she did. And nowadded to the list of pros found in this new, hip, extremely fit trainer wasthe fact that he possessed -as far as her angle of the gym could present-the hugest member she had ever seen in her life. Though she had done herabsolute best to press the memory of the last book club meeting down, itstill often bubbled up to the fore of her mind with how incredibly hung(and fit) the black men she had been seeing lately were.Recently, Sammy, along with her dear friends Anya White, BiancaBlackwood, Ivana Swallows, and Jenny Summers, had gathered for their weeklyCoxville book club gathering. It was supposed to be a movie night, howeverwhat was featured was a far cry away from what she’d expected. Sammy haddiscovered, to her initial shock, that Jenny -one of her best friends, anelder sister figure really- had somehow been caught on video engaging inthe most intense of sexual activities with a another man. And not just anyother man, a black man to boot. The footage had somehow accidentally beenplayed before the group, and it had left them all speechless, wide eyed,and thoroughly amazed. They spent the entire night talking to Jenny abouther experiences, and what it was like for her getting (what Jenny adamantlydescribed as) “Big Black Cock”. The tales of Jenny’s adventures entrancedthe beautiful redhead, had entrance them all really, and aroused her inways she’d never thought feasible via the simple oral recanting of Jenny’sstories. Sammy realized only later how deeply that night had imprinteditself on her. Despite her strict deep southern upbringing, and herguarded c***dhood, Sammy had always (to some degree or another) beencurious about men of the darker complexion. Prior to that night Sammy hadonly be subconsciously aware of how black men around town would often lookat her, appraise and smile at her as she’d walk down the halls of her highschool. The gesture hadn’t meant anything outside of the norm for heruntil that night, when, in a moment of what she now could only articulateas a moment of pure madness, had taken to a young black man by the name ofSamson West. She had taken to him in ways she’d never outwardly thoughtpossible, and to the degree that she herself decided to join in on Jenny’s”training session” on how to properly engage black men.In short, Sammy had marveled at the young negro’s naked, flawless,muscle riddled frame, and had taken a particular fancy to (at least to thebest of her ability) the young man’s penis that was cradled deep into hermouth. Its length, girth, and degree of hardness had finally gotten themessage and meaning behind the appraising glances and somewhat sinistergrins. The experience was something that Sammy could not describe withtangible words or speech. It was every wonderful meal she’d ever had allat once. It was the hot shower she’d take right after her rigorous workoutand the following relaxing lounge in the steam room that would follow. Itwas that occasional chocolate bar that she would give herself afterreaching a new physical goal of lifting more weight or gaining an extra cutor curve on her already astounding frame. It was all of those thingswrapped into one dark, velvety, twelve inch package, and Sammy had lovedevery moment it, a part of her secretly confessed. Now she found herselfhere, stupefied and equally (if not more so) astounded by this new, hip,incredibly good looking, remarkably in shape black trainer California. Thelast thing she wanted was for him to think of her as some clumsy redheadedbimbo who didn’t know how to put one foot in front of the other. Thereason? She asked herself. She didn’t want Dwayne to reject her, deny herofSammy almost missed another step on the treadmill, but caught herselfbefore she slipped again. Luckily no one had noticed the near blunder, andeveryone continued with their moderately engaging workout. Get a gripgirl, Sammy thought to herself. Sammy then straightened herself up, forcedher face forward, away from Dwayne and his immense member, and continuedwith her workout….Two hours later Sammy had finished her workout. To her great relief theremainder of it went without a repeated incident of her earlier tumble. Asshe walked into the women’s locker room and undressed from her tight sweatygarments of spandex and soaked cotton to take a much needed shower, shebriefly mulled over the checklist of lingering errands she had left to runin her day. There weren’t many, as Sammy often made it a point to takecare of such chores early in the day, so as not to have to worry about themlater, and to have the freedom to get more routines into her alreadyrigorous regimen. Ivana would often join her for evening session, whichwas just as intense as her morning one, but was given a somewhat lessserious tone what with Sammy giving the competitive brunette tips on formand proper pacing of energy exertion. Sammy lathered her warm, now ambercolored body with deep gobs of liquid soap, and gently rubbed herself fromhead to toe. This was one of the moments she relished most about herworkouts.The soothing hot water beading on her body. Her cleansing andrelaxation process always placed her in an almost Zen-like state of mind.Also, Sammy had noticed, her efforts often made her feel satisfied in otherphysical ways as well. In keeping with her elder’s teachings of prudenttaciturnity, Sammy would remain tight lipped about voicing this littletruth aloud, but more often than not she perceived the physicalsatisfaction found in her exercises to be akin to -if not greater than- theact of having sex. At the very least it was an effective deterrent to hercurrent problem at home. The problem being that Sammy had not had anorgasm in almost six weeks. It was a fact that remained unknown tovirtually everyone who knew Sammy as the prim, optimistic, and sociallygilded redhead, and a secret that remained sealed in even the most free andloose lipped of conversations. The “proper bred” Coxville beauty however,despite all appearances, secretly loved the deed.After their wedding day, she would often attempt to engage her husbandin a proposed bout of bedroom ruckus. Steve was an adequate lover, herfirst and only, and all that she thought she’d ever need. He wasattentive, fairly passionate, gave excellent oral, and was in possession ofa none-too-unimpressive member. Though she would have had to confess thatit was the only member she’d ever had to compare it to any other, thatis…until recently. Steve’s work schedule over the last few monthshowever had made things grow rather stagnant in their bedroom. Stagnantbeing a generous choice of words, more like non-existent, thought theredhead. Steve had been exhausted over the previous weeks. So exhaustedfrom working such late hours that he hadn’t been up for the task.And even when he was, Sammy thought, I always end up wearing him outbefore I even get started. Sammy’s energetic nature indeed applied to allthings. Her natural hyperactivity, along with the physical fruits of herstrength and endurance training at the gym had made her into a seeminglyinsatiable woman in bed. Many a night Steve Spitzmen would gasp, grunt andgroan fiercely as Sammy rode atop him. Her hips and ass working in concertwith one another, bounding up and down with unnatural speed and force,making him climax -in the longest of bouts- within forty-five seconds. Hispace and sexual appetites simply couldn’t keep up with scarlet haired minx,and in one finalizing burst of breath, Steve would spasm and jerk, his bodytensing in a ten second release of motion punctuated with a snarling,”Oh my gawd, I’m comin!”Sammy would only be nearing the crest of her own orgasm by the time shewould look down to see Steve lulled into a nigh comatose sleep, his bearishfeatures relaxed and sunken deep in the land of Nod. Silently frustrated,Sammy would then roll off of her husband and proceed to quietly pleasureherself until she reached her own finish, a satisfying but far less activeorgasm than she would have hoped.For weeks now this had been the pattern, and Sammy’s only recourse wasto work her frustrations out on the gym equipment that she now used on adaily basis. Wiping and rubbing herself down now in the shower hadreaffirmed the looming truth that while her workouts had done wonders forher health and mental standing, she longed to be touched. Her urges to besexually satisfied -no- leveled if not thoroughly dominated had been onlybeen lessened from a broil to an increasing simmer with her diversionarytactic. Thoroughly leveled like how Jenny was in that video, she thought.Dominated like how she knew in her gut Samson West could based on howoverwhelmed she was while sucking him off and how strong he stood beforeher. Sammy hadn’t even noticed she’d slipped her right middle finger intoherself until she heard her own gentle moans under the steady current ofthe hot steaming water.The simple memory of having Samson, big and heavy and rippling wasmuscle in her mouth had her incredibly moist. She found it simplyirresistible when a man took care of his body. The shape and feel of tonedskin had always been a hot button for her. She used her middle finger toprobe gently into herself, the soap lather rubbing against her wet andsensitive clit, sending light tingles up her spine, while her other fingerrubbed at the soft flesh and nipple of her breast before brushing to herfirm abs. Bet that boy Samson knows how to give a girl a workout, shethought. She had seen it for herself that night in the living room whileJenny rode him in the white reclining chair, had observed his power andforce as he pumped his dark foot of meat like a piston up into Jenny’s deeppink pussy. Samson knew how a woman liked it on top. She’d held the imagein her mind for a long moment, letting it coast her warming parts towards asweet release of ecstasy. Jenny’s deep but effeminate grunts matched withSamson manly groans composed the soundtrack nearing her orgasm. Until, toSammy’s great dismay, the memory was abruptly brushed aside with theentrance of several other voices. A band of older women entered theshowering area. Five of them, gaggling and gossiping over this and that.Sammy jumped slightly, almost slipping on the wet tile and removed herfinger from sweetening gash with a swift jerk that left her feeling emptyand a fair bit beyond annoyed with the old ladies’ intrusion. Gatheringher senses back, Sammy then quickly finished her shower, and raced out ofthe room after washing the soap from her skin and hair….In the locker room, Sammy dried herself off with a large towel, her mindand body now in an even state (though still coming down from her nearclimax in the shower). I’ve got to get a grip, she thought. After shefinished drying off she wrapped herself in the mid sized towel she’dbrought from home around her body. She was totally naked underneath, butthe towel was wrapped firmly enough around her torso and bound tightlyenough around her vast chest that she didn’t worry too much about it comingundone. The towel (perhaps) gave a view of her legs and thighs than wouldhave been deemed a bit more than generous to some, but Sammy didn’t pay ittoo much mind. She wasn’t planning on being very social for the next whileanyway. She set her bag back inside the locker, and walked out of the roomand into the long hallway. She stepped out into the empty corridor andwalked at a ginger pace towards a large brown door that read Steam Room inlarge white letters just below a solid glass widow affixed to it. Sammy’sroutine always ended with a fifteen minute stint in the steam room. Thesteam room was located in a far off wing of the gym, at the very end of thehallway passed the men and women’s shower rooms. Most of the gym’s patronsdidn’t use the area, as they saw it as an unnecessary vanity tool. Havin aroom built just fer sweatin in the south makes about as much sense as tryinto sell a cow a carton of milk was what many of the older gym goers wouldsniff.It had been added only a few months prior, at the behest of the gym’sowner, who wanted to add “a more modern touch to the gym’s already advancedfacilities and equipment”. The gym’s members however didn’t see a purposebehind the room. Pretty much all except for Sammy that is. She was allabout being modern and advanced, and found the idea of a place to justrelax and let the gentle steam open her pores to be brilliant. Therefore,because it was an area not often treaded by patrons of the Olympian Gym,Sammy would often have the room all to herself, especially at this time ofday in the early afternoon.She’d capitalize on the vacant space. She’d lay back, lounge, andrelease any lingering tension in her hard worked muscles. The steam roomitself was spacious, but quaint in size and layout. The interior went inan ovular shape, large enough that it could likely hold about nine peopleor so with comfort. The center of the room was bare of all objects exceptfor a single slim white cauldron that emitted room’s heat, which was asteady and not at all overwhelming one. The walls were fit with smoothcrème colored tile, and the sitting areas settled in a wide arc going alongthe walls of the room in a deeper brown color. Sammy closed the door andwas immediately engulfed in the haze of the steam. There air held a greenand slightly sweet scent, the product of some sort of herbs that Dale hadplaced inside the steaming unit, specially tailored for Sammy of course.She found it to be a sweat gesture from the boy. He’d even gone as faras to set the room to the perfect temperature for her beforehand. So yourskin doesn’t get all wrinkled and pruny, he’d told her with an accomplishedsmile. The room wasn’t hot, but rather maintained a gentle warmth thatSammy found pleasant and knew would take her quite some time to be evenremotely irritated by. The room was filled with a grayish haze from thesteam, making it difficult to see ahead of her. It was foggy and blottedher vision. Not completely to the point of blind, but all the sameincredibly hard to see. Sammy closed the room door behind her as shewalked in, and after a moment of consideration twisted the lock on thedoor.Sammy didn’t normally lock the door to the steam room, a belief inthinking it to be inconsiderate of others in the event they wished to get abit of steam soaking in for themselves. But today had been a tough -neartraumatic- workout for the redhead. It was unlikely to occur, but the lastthing she wanted to hear today was a gaggle of older people barging in andobsessing over the little spill she’d taken earlier. Fawning over her tothe point she screamed.She didn’t want to remember the fall, and therefore wanted to avoid theembarrassing matter from being spoken of for as long as she could. Sammyconcluded that it wouldn’t kill the few (all but imaginary) people if theywere locked out of the room for a few minutes while she unwound quietly byherself.Not like anyone but me uses the dang room anyway, she thought. Shetruly doubted that today would finally be the day that the other gympatrons would decide to use the steam facility. She settled herself on thefar side of the room, after passing the cauldron and dropping a singlesplash of water onto the hot rocks for a bit more heat. There was anabrupt sizzle from the heated rocks upon coming into contact with thewater, and the room almost immediately went up another meager degree or so.High enough that it would allow Sammy’s pores to open. Her body wasalready in a relaxed state, her skin a pink shade beaming of health. Sheclosed her eyes, letting the sensation overtake her. Sammy was so far inthe land of relaxation that she almost didn’t hear the deep silky voicethat rose from the gray mist.”Just when a brotha gets a nice vibe going with the heat too…”Sammy’s eyes abruptly shot open and darted left in the direction shethought she heard the voice come from. All she saw however were thickclouds of steam wafting in front of her eyes. She waved at the plume,waving the steam away so that she could get a glimpse of who was (to hersurprise) in the room with her. She hadn’t heard or seen anyone when shefirst came in, but she hadn’t exactly been paying attention to hersurroundings either. When the waves of steam finally parted, her eyessettled on the strongly featured face of a man.”I had the temperature just right too”, he then said. “Not too hot ornothin.”Sammy was silent for a moment. The name behind the face settled intoSammy’s brain before she abruptly said,”Oh gosh! Dwayne, you startled me.””Oh”, said Dwayne as the left part of his mouth curled into a smirk. “You know my name after all.”Sammy would have usually jumped into apologies for disturbing someoneelse’s steam room session, but she was too preoccupied with slowing downher racing heartbeat that for a moment she couldn’t form a coherentresponse. Thoroughly caught off guard by the fact there was actuallysomeone else besides her in the room, Sammy just stood there. A red headedcat caught with the canary in her mouth, O expression on her face and all.”What?” Dwayne said curiously.”Huh?” Blurted Sammy, looking at the deep brown orbs that were Dwayne’seyes. She found them to be very pretty upon closer inspection, despite thesteam obscuring her vision. They were rich and dark and reminded her ofher the color of her grandmother’s homemade brownies in their depth andwarmth.”You look like I just asked you for your wallet or something girl.””Oh…no no, you just surprised me is all.””I see…””I mean, I’m usually the only person in here at this time of day,so…”. Sammy trailed off, losing whatever thought she had to appraiseDwayne.The steam hadn’t lifted entirely, but it had dissipated just enough forher to be able to make out more Dwayne’s position. At closer inspectionfrom a clearer lens she saw that Dwayne was sitting comfortably, his armsoutstretched over the top of the seating area, and his legs outstretched infront of him. He wore just a towel that was perhaps a bit too small forhim. It held tightly around his waist, the tied points ending at the upperportion of his right thigh, which was left bare and exposed the mass anddeep muscle lines of his solid dark legs.”That’s what I thought about the place too… til now.””I’m real sorry about that”, she said, about to turn around and walk outthe door when Dwayne responded with,”Hey hey, don’t trip, stick around. Saunas gotta get used by somebodyright?”Sauna, the word lingered in Sammy’s mind. She’d never heard anyonerefer to the room as anything but the steam room. She of course knew whatthe word sauna meant, but to Sammy it was a refreshing to hear someone elseuse it.”You sure it’s alright? I mean if I don’t mean to be a bother or noth-“”Bother?”The black man laughed bit.”Girl it’d be my pleasure. Come on, have a seat and chill for aminute.”The phrase chill didn’t make much sense to her however.”But we’re in a steam room, how are we gonna-“Her question was interrupted again by Dwayne’s hardy laughter.”Dang, this is the south huh?”Sammy’s face flushed red. She couldn’t help it. She was embarrassedthat she didn’t get his California lingo. And even if it wasn’tCalifornian lingo, it was slang she’d never heard before in her part oftown.”Relax”, said Dwayne. “Come on, take a load off and have a seat.”Dwayne emphasized his urging her sit down by placing a hand on the areaof the seat next to him. After another second of thought, Sammy decided totake him up on the offer. She did however choose to sit a few feet awayfrom the large negro, choosing a comfortable middle point in the sauna. Her elder’s counsel subconsciously guiding her moves to steer clear ofblack people. Yeah its the south alright, though Dwayne. Dwayne didn’toutwardly respond to the gesture as offensive however. He simply continuedto smile that warm smile of his at her. Even through the awkward silencethat was carried on by nothing but the sound of the steam as it siftedthrough the air, he kept smiling at her. This white bitch is fine as amuphucka, He thought. Total change of pace from the rest of these softpasty redneck ass yokels that come in here.”So, you’ve got my name from Dale apparently, what’s yours?”Sammy was a little thrown off by the question. It wasn’t often thatpeople introduced themselves in Coxville, as its small town inhabitantsseldom needed to. Everyone knew one another.”Samantha, Samantha Spitzmen. But my folks and friends call me Sammy”,she said.”Pleasure to meet you Sammy. Looks like you were really on one today inthe gym out there.”Sammy found Dwayne’s silky Californian accent to be a kind of audiblecandy for her ears. He still used many of the broken syllabic inflectionson his words as though he were from the south, but his voice clearly hintedthat he wasn’t from around here. She was unfamiliar with the dialect, butvery much enjoyed listening to it, the smooth and sultry tambour that shecouldn’t help but find herself wanting to hear more of.”On what?” said Sammy, tilting her head curiously to one side like abird making sense of an image.Dwayne laughed again.”I mean you were really goin hard out there in the gym today. I don’tthink any of the trainers here could have kept up with you even if theywanted to.””Oh, right. Thanks” replied Sammy.”You trainin for somethin?””Me? Oh no, I just like being active is all.””I see. How often do you come here? I mean I’ve been here for a littleover a month now and I haven’t noticed you around.””Oh, twice a day about five days a week.””Damn! The fuck outta here, twice a day?””Yep.””Man, that’s hardcore if I’ve eva seen it. You’re a b**st.””A b**st!?” Sammy blurted, taken aback by the remark. “Now that’s justrude! My grandmamma says if you don’t have anything nice to say aboutsomeone, then you should keep your trap shut.”Sammy pouted and crossed her arms, not understanding Dwayne’scompliment. He laughed again hardily, throwing his head back as he did.”Nah nah that’s not what that means. Being a `b**st’ where I come frommeans you’re really intense you know? All-star status. Pro at what youdo, you feel me?””Ohhh”, Sammy said, her head nodding slowly. “Man, you California folkshave some weird phrases.” Said Sammy.”Like just the other day I was fu-uh-trainin this chick at my other jobright?””What’s your other job?””Oh, another gym gig. I’m also a trainer at Black Iron” Dwayne said.”You mean that…” Sammy stopped. She didn’t want to say that all-blackgym on the other end of town. “You mean that other gym on the other sideof town”, was what she settled on, but couldn’t hide the slight sign ofdisapproval by the slight scrunching of her nose and eyebrows.”Yeah, they got all the fight and conditioning gear I need there, so Igo there to train, plus my cousin works there.””I see” Sammy said.She knew about the other side of town from friends and relatives. Allthem, most adamantly Bobbie Sue, had told her to never, under anycircumstances to go down there. They call it N-Town for a reason Sammy,was all she’d say.”But anyway” Dwayne continued. “There was this one chick I was workinon. She was real serious about getting an intense workout, know what I’msayin?”Sammy did, or at least thought she did. There was something in Dwayne’stone that she didn’t altogether make him sound like he was telling her thewhole story. Maybe it was simply the odd upward inflections that hung atthe end of his every sentence. It was a peculiar manner of speech, but oneshe’s didn’t altogether dislike. It just made it difficult at times forthe redhead to identify the intended meaning of his words. She did know,accent or none, that he was leaving something out of the plot about thislittle anecdote. Something gnawing just beneath the surface, and apunchline she just wasn’t privy to. In the end she merely pressed thesuspicion down and listened on in silence.”She was serious about getting some deep work in on her glutes right? So I obliged. Went on for well over two hours.””Sounds rough” Sammy said, u*********sly leaning herself closer towardsthe negro.”Oh hell yeah, straight wore her OUT son.””I see” was all Sammy could say, noting how excited Dwayne suddenlybecame recanting the tale. “Sounds like you really put her through theringer that day.””Oh fo sho, girl rolled in a week later talkin about she STILL couldn’twalk.””Wow, really?””Yep, that’s how we roll at the Black Iron.””That sounds like a really intense workout alright.””My clients only get the best from me, know what I mean? They want ahard workout, I give it to them. Hell, for that chick I even brought in acouple escort güngören of my boys who was there that day to help me out.””You’re really serious about staying in shape aren’t you?””It’s not just a job, it’s a lifestyle babe.” Was what he’d said. Wearing white pussy out is a way of life was what he thought. “You mayonly be as old as you feel, but in my opinion, you only feel as good as youlook.””Interesting”, replied Sammy.”It only takes one look at you to know you KNOW what I’m talkin about.”Dwayne said with his now familiar smirk curling again on his mouth.”What do you mean?” Sammy replied coyly.”Oh come on, don’t play modest. Workin out twice a day? The way youcarry yourself, all that energy, you KNOW what I mean. You’re all aboutgoing deep and pushing hard.”Sammy wouldn’t admit it out aloud, but she was well aware about what hemeant. Sammy could never deny how good she felt after every workout. Thefeeling of her muscles stretching and contracting with each rep. The paceof hear breath working in union with her racing heart as she ran. It allmade her feel alive, at her body’s height and maximum efficiency. Andknowing that she was working hard was reaffirmed by how her body looked. That very morning she had looked in the mirror and smiled brightly at howshapely, toned, and healthy looking her body was. She knew what Dwaynemeant entirely, and suddenly felt a connection to the tall, muscular blackman.”Yeah, I think I know exactly what you mean.” She said, her face slowlybeginning to beam. “Gosh, FINALLY I meet someone who gets it!”, she saidwith a kind of relief sitting atop her tone. “Everyone else I know justgoes until they get tired or aren’t comfortable any more, and then theyjust quit. Just flat out fall to the ground and gasp for breath likethey’re dying or something. And meanwhile I haven’t even broken a sweatyet.””You know what it means to push deep”, said Dwayne, repeating himselfand putting emphasis on the word deep.”Yeah…I guess I do”, said Sammy, her cheeks blushing a bit at thestatement. The word deep hit a particular chord in her that she didn’tacknowledge, and only vaguely understood.Dwayne really gets it, Sammy thought. HE knows what the rush is like,how great it is when you’re in the middle of an intense workout. Sammycould easily conclude this just by a single glance from him as well. Bynow a lot of the steam had cleared from their end of the room. At somepoint during the conversation, Sammy had unknowingly scooted over a fewfeet closer to the black man. Inched her way bit by bit so that they werenow a mere three feet away from one another. Sammy now had a far betterview of the man. She could see every curve, lift, and line of immaculatemuscle lining his body, and was -to say the absolute least- very impressed.They spoke more, and over the course of conversation Sammy learned a fewdetails about this Dwayne fellow. Turns out he was actually a native ofCoxville. He had been born in the heart of N-Town, and had moved to livewith some relatives in California when he was nine after some sort offamily complication. During his stay in California, he’d gotten into avariety of sports, before falling into martial arts. He’d studied under avariety of disciplines, many of the names Sammy couldn’t pronounce, and hermemory of each art were limited to the few action films she’d seen withSteven. Dwayne eventually found his way into the mixed-martial artscircles, and had actually been in several matches that gained him a fairbit of acclaim. All of which I won of course, he added. His involvementin the circuit had garnered a fair bit of money from endorsements, theselling of gym equipment, training and the like, and eventually he decidedto move back to Coxville to establish a kind of fighting base near his homeroots.”Keeping a place near my roots is really important to me. In Californiayou get a lot of plastic muphukas tryin to come at you like they yourfamily, you know? I just wanted to get away from all that and make a placefor myself back in the place I was born, near ma roots ya feel me?”Sammy didn’t, not really, but she did her best to understand. Sammyprided herself on being accepting of others, and she genuinely foundDwayne’s story to be one of a touching and very compelling one. Minute byminute she felt a connection with him forming. She’d never lived in strifeor had to be relocated from her home, but in wanting to understand Dwayne’supbringing she felt it was a solid first step towards something profound.Her eyes eventually found themselves crossing over the lower half ofDwayne’s body not long after. She again noted how small the towel was onhis built frame. The slouched angle of how he sat made it possible for herto see the faint outline of a bulge that seemed to be sitting atop hisright thigh, concealed under the thick white cotton fabric. It looked oddto her, and for a long moment she had to stop and actually peer deeper atthe spot to make sense of it.It was a large, thick mass that made it look like Dwayne had a kind ofsoft tube slouched over his leg underneath the towel. Dwayne tilted hishead back, soaking up the steam of the room and making his lower legs shiftas a result. The fleshy mass moved with him slightly, showing that it wasin fact a part of him rather than something that he was hiding. Good lord,thought the redhead. Is that his”If you want, I can train you some time”,came Dwayne’s smooth voice suddenly, breaking her out of her stupor.”Wha-what?!””I mean, you’re already in excellent shape, but if you ever want a fewprofessional pointers, I’d be more than glad to show you a thing or two” hesaid. And then some, he added mentallySammy gulped, uncertain of how to respond to what was -by allappearances- a simple nod of acknowledgment and a cordial invitation. Aninvitation to what though, questioned Sammy. Gnawing at it in her mind,she went to the lesser traversed regions, the darker part of Sammy Spitzmenthat she herself was only aware at the most basic and vague of levels. Thepart of her that had come to the fore that night at the meeting, and knewjust enough about black men and -as Jenny worded it- Big Black Cock to becapable of presenting an answer. An invitation to break my little pinkpussy with that big ol dick, thought Sammy’s darker aspect from a corner ofher brain, a mischievous voice in the back of her mind that Sammy had neverknown before.The mere thought made her gasp. She shook her head slightly, as thoughthe gesture would cut loose any crude lingering thoughts that may still beresiding inside her.”I dunno…”, Sammy then said hesitantly. “Sounds like you’re prettyintense. I dunno if I could handle it.”Sammy knew that the conversation had taken a different pace and held adeeper quality now. That there was an underlying hint that they were bothprodding every time they’d idly flirt with one another. Sammy knew sheshould stop, for she hadn’t forgotten that she was still a very muchmarried woman, who was very much in love with her husband. But still, themischievous part of her persisted in poking at the underside of the dialog.Dwayne laughed again and looked over to Sammy. His eyes went up and down,looking over her tight body wrapped inside the now moistening white towel.”Baby, you’re in awesome shape. Trust me, you can handle it.”The silky smooth words dripped into Sammy’s ears, and she felt her bodytingle in response. It was a sensation that wasn’t entirely unlike thekind she felt in the shower earlier while she was masturbating.”So, you down?” asked Dwayne, his infamous smirk once again crossing hishandsome features.”I’m sorry”, blurted Sammy. “I…I can’t”.What’s gotten into me, she thought. I’m a married woman for pete’ssake. I can’t be doing this. Thinkin these thoughts. What I did with thatWest boy in front of the girls was bad enough, but now I’m seriouslythinking about-, she couldn’t finish, couldn’t bring herself to completethe thought. Sammy abruptly jumped to her feet, and began making her waytowards the sauna door.”Sorry…” she said, walking swiftly passed him.She knew she had to get out of there. Away from Dwayne as fast as shecould, despite the fact the other part of her was screaming, pleading,begging for her to stay. Her body lunged forward in a start, and was onlysomewhat aware of Dwayne standing up with her at the same time in pursuit.”Hey, wait, where are you go-“Dwayne’s voice was cut by the abrupt soundof Sammy’s sudden gasp as she felt her feet fly out from under her.Of course, the universe in all its wonder would ineffably conclude thatnow would be the perfect time for Sammy’s clumsiness to kick back in. Forher left leg to trip over her right, causing her to plummet forward towardsthe hard floors of the sauna. Sammy shrieked and flailed her arms aboutthe air wildly as she fell. Hoping to grab on to something, anything thatwould keep her from falling face first onto the hard marble floor, or-worse- into the cauldron that was now dangerously close to her. Her heartskipped a beat, and time went into its odd habit of slowing down in theprecise moment of crisis. Sammy was relieved however when her flailingright hand caught onto something solid. It wasn’t the seat, nor was itanything particularly sturdy. It was soft, but backed by something hardand stable enough that she was able to grab on and break her own fall bypulling with all she could on it and bracing herself with her other arm. The seam of something.Whatever it was, the seam soon gave way and fell along with her the restof the way to warm floor of the room.”Oh shit!” Sammy heard Dwayne curse.She hit the floor with an audible smack, but was grateful that her headhadn’t hit the floor, and her training and upper body strength kept herfrom falling flat, and ending in her being in more of a push-up position.Her right ankle however did smack rather hard on the tile, and a dull painshot up her leg and into her lower back. All in all however, she was leftno more worse for the wear than that.”You alright?” She heard Dwayne say, genuine concern carried in hissilky voice.She lifted herself up onto her knees, her gaze focused on the lower halfof her body.”Ouch, dang it”, she said.She didn’t see any other signs that she had been injured.”That’s wipeout number two” said Dwayne.”What?!” shot Sammy in surprise.Her worst fears had been confirmed. Dwayne had seen her earlier plungefrom the treadmill after all. He had simply chosen not to say anythingabout it until now.”Oh my gosh you saw tha-“Sammy looked up, and her mouth abruptlydropped, her words freezing on the air despite the steam….Sammy Spitzmen was a nice girl. A kind, sweet natured southern bellethat had been raised to carry herself with nothing short of an elegantpoise and -to the best of her ability- grace. Even when she attempted torebel by forcing herself to mesh and mince words to make her sound more of”hick”, she was still seen as a precious and prim little thing. Thisaspect of Sammy however died the moment her eyes settled on the sight ofDwayne, and the long, solid black cock that dangled heavily between hislegs and a barely a foot away from her face. It was a fat veiny member ofan easy ten inches, with an uncircumcised knob-like head that was almostabout as thick and rounded as an actual doorknob.”Mind if I get that back?” Dwayne then asked. She could see the smirkgrowing on his face without even looking at him.Sammy was awe struck at the sight of Dwayne’s immense cock, and had torip her eyes away to look down at her right hand, and to what she hadgrabbed to brace her fall. In her hand was Dwayne’s ill fitted whitetowel, clutched between her fingers and lying limply on the tiles.”Oh my GOD!” Sammy then squeaked.Dwayne laughed again.”I…I’m so”, Sammy wanted to apologize, she truly did. However thewords immediately died on her lips upon gazing up at the towering blackman.”No need to be sorry baby”, cooed Dwayne. “It’s only natural for a fitgirl like yourself to want to check the equipment she’s gonna use for aworkout.”Sammy’s breath sat still in her throat. She looked up at Dwayne’s face,and the solid mass of muscle that lined his body along the way. Goodnessgracious, she thought. He soooo built. Naked, Dwayne was an even moreimpressive specimen than she’d noted him to be earlier. His body was apillar of nothing but rock hard muscle and fine ridges over smooth darkbrown skin.”So, what do you think baby, you like?” Dwayne said with an notabledegree of confidence.”Its, I mean…you’re…you’re enormous.”Dwayne chuckled.”Been told that once or twice. While you’re down there, you wanna giveit a taste?”Sammy knew she shouldn’t, she knew she couldn’t. It wasn’t right. Shewas a married woman for the gentle lord’s sake. Her blowing Samson Westwas already something that she’d wanted to feel incredibly guilty about,and had to press deep down into the darkest recesses of her mind to wardoff the guilt. If anyone knew what she’d done, her friends and -lordforbid- her family, she’d be finished, ruined. She’d lose everything thather life contained and held promise of. And what’s that exactly, came thedarker aspect of Sammy once again. Lose out on making more meals for thatunappreciative slob Steve? More preening and apologizing to everyone everytime you stumble over yourself. More cleaning, more dishes and dusting,and keeping in shape for a husband that’s always too tired to fuck? Sammyshook her head again in hopes the voice would go away like it had before.However it didn’t, it merely continued its tirade. Look at this big cockyou’ve got right in front of you Sammy. Look at the body it’s attached to.Think about how you felt that night when you had Samson’s big block cocklodged in your mouth. Wasn’t it big? Bigger than anything you’ve everhad? Look at it. It’s massive huh? Think it gets as hard and spreads yourjaw as wide as Samson’s did if you sucked it? You think it would lastlonger than forty seconds if you fucked it? I think it would. You shouldtry it.”Well…” came Dwayne.”But I’m married…” said Sammy, just as much to the voice in her headas much as to Dwayne.So’s Jenny, thought Sammy, and she seems just fine with it. Come onSammy, you know you want it. Its right there, go get it. Get that big fatnigger dick. No one’ll know, and you remember how amazing Jenny said itwas, you saw it for yourself. Jenny will love hearing about this. All thegirls will.The voice in Sammy’s head continued, her words impelling her body toslowly raise her left hand up towards Dwayne’s cock. Her fingerseventually came close enough and brushed across the flesh of it, and uponfeeling its warmth, clasped as much as she could into her grasp.”Jesus Christ”, said Sammy as she gripped it tighter. She felt theveins pulse below the skin, and watched as a single clear drop of pre-cumformed a dew-like shape at the tip of Dwayne’s dark urethra.”Don’t be afraid baby.” Dwayne reassured. “Just move nice and slow. Start with the tip for a warm up.”That’s it bitch, get at that black dick Thought Dwayne. First thatblonde bitch at Black Iron, now this fine ass redhead bitch at thiswhite-bread ass gym. Without another word, Sammy leaned her head closer tothe Dwayne’s engorged one. That’s it, taste it, Sammy thought. Her lipsslowly parted, and soon she had to gap her mouth as wide as she could justto make way for the approaching flesh.”Ok, I guess I can at least try…” She whispered.As her mouth enclosed on the hot head, she felt her body heat rise andher womb flex in small waves of anticipatory pleasure. Sammy slid thefirst inch of so of Dwayne’s enormous dick into her mouth easily enough,and slowly inched upwards in a long swallow that ended at almost the halfway mark. That’s not even half, she thought to herself. Dwayne was a fairbit bigger than Samson was, and Sammy soon found herself feeling more thana tad overwhelmed by the girth of Dwayne’s black cock. Before shecontinued, Sammy recalled part of the advice Jenny had given her during themeeting. How spit was her friend in moments like this. She gathered ahefty amount between the roof of her mouth and tongue, all the whilestroking Dwayne in gentle passes. She slathered the spit on her tongue andthen dragged it slowly along the top Dwayne’s dickhead. Spit dribbled wasspread from the top and fell in a thin line from the tip, and Sammy did herbest lap it up and place it back on her chocolate rod.It looks even better when its wet with my spit, she thought beforetaking it back into her mouth. She opened her jaws as far as she could toget more of it in. Her lips parted high enough that Dwayne could feel hermouth and throat struggle to get more him. The warmth of her mouth was awet heaven. The slick pocket of her mouth dripping drool onto his cockfelt better the deeper she’d tried to go on him. For her efforts therewere abrupt gack and gurk noises that came as she pushed for each inch.”Oooh” Dwayne sighed. “That’s it baby. Work that big black dick intoyour throat. Work for every inch.”She pressed her lips together to slap more spit onto the flesh. She wasnearing the halfway point on Dwayne’s cock, and tears were alreadybeginning to form on the edges of the red head’s eyes and she became shortof breath. Oh my god, and I thought Samson’s cock was huge. Before shefound herself needing to gasp for air, she pulled back from Dwayne’s nowfully erect dick. Wet strings of spit followed her pursed lips as shejutted back.”Oh God!” she blurted. “This thing should be classified as a deadlyweapon”.”That an awesome start for a warm up though baby” complimented Dwayne.”That throat you got just needs to relax and stretch a bit more.Sammy appraised her work. She’d succeeded in getting Dwayne hard, andseeing his cock hard and wet made her moistened gash quiver withexcitement. The longer she stared at it, the more her curiosity churned tosee if she could really take on something that big. She noticed that thewet traces formed a path where her mouth had stopped just shy of thehalfway mark, the untouched regions being dry.Seeing the dry parts angered her somewhat. She wanted Dwayne’s bigblack cock to be smothered in her spit. Smothered down to the balls, shethought. Jenny said it was the best way. She could have simply spat inher hand and gotten it wet by jacking him off, but Sammy felt that methodwould in effect be cheating, and would much rather prefer the challenge ofgetting him fully down her tight little throat, or at least give it a hardeffort. The playful deviant inside Sammy found herself wanting toexperiment with how long exactly Dwayne was. She took her other hand, andbrought it up to Dwayne’s chiseled lower abs. She took a moment toappreciate the firm lines of his body before sliding the free hand downfurther to beginning part of Dwayne’s cock. She did her best to encloseher hand around the meat, her fingers not being able to connect in a fullring it was so thick. Near the equivalent in girth to a Pringles can she’dhave guessed.”I wonder how many hands this thing would make”, she said playfully. Her eyes took on a darker sheen as they shot up to look at the black man’sstill smirking face. She reciprocated the confident smirk with her own,and it somehow made her features darken.”Let’s find out then Count”, chuckled Dwayne….Sitting at his desk in the front lobby of the gym, Dale Walton stewed.He was angry at Dwayne for hounding in on his time with Sammy, forembarrassing him the way he did, and for overall being what Dale thoughtwas a complete jerk and a showoff. Above all else however, Dale was angrywith himself. He was angry at how he’d smothered Sammy the way he did whenshe fell off the treadmill earlier. Indeed it had looked like quite aspill from his perception, and indeed it had been the considerate thing todo in running to her rescue. But the fact he’d played up the `knight inshining armor” role so hard had made Sammy feel like she was some weaklittle thing that couldn’t hold a glass of water without help. He’d beentoo considerate, as contradictory as that may have sounded in the boy’smind. I know she’s tough and all, he thought. But I really overdid it.Overstepped his bounds with the towels and the water and the panicking.He knew he’d gone overboard with his reaction, and he knew he’d have neverreacted in such a way if it had been anyone else in the gym. Hell, therewere a few people in the gym who he’d likely pay good money to see take agood dive on one of the gym machines. Again Dwayne came to mind. Dalesighed in his chair and slumped.”I really messed up” he groaned.He wanted to find Sammy, to apologize (again) for acting like such achauvinist. Wanted to tell her he thought the world of her, and that hewas well aware that she was a cut above Wonder Woman, but that it just lefthim all broken up the thought of seeing her hurt. He knew how clumsy shewas and just wanted to look out for her. After another minute or so ofcontemplation, Dale abruptly then shot up from his seat.”That’s it!” He then said aloud. “I’m gonna go find her and tell herhow I feel.”Dale’s mind was made up. He’d find Sammy and do what he knew he shouldhave done ages ago. He’d apologize for being unnecessarily mocho, andspill his proverbial guts to her that he acted only out of an impulse ofundying love to the gorgeous redhead. It didn’t matter if she rejected himor kissed him passionately in response. Anything would be preferable toletting his feelings fester silently, slowly driving him mad by inches. And with that, Dale bounded from his chair and headed off towards the maincorridor of the Olympian Gym….Sammy then proceeded to count how many hands it took to get from one endof Dwayne’s cock to another. She counted a steady “1…2…3” each countmarked by the cupping of one hand where the other one ended. “4…5…6″.The redhead had gotten to six before finally running out of room, with justenough space left for his bulbous head to poke out towards her.”Dang…” She cooed. “Six hands and then some.”She spat another slab of spit onto Dwayne’s pulsating black cock headbefore shoving it back into her mouth. She was determined to get thatthing all the way down her throat. She slurped and sucked on it with agrowing intensity. Dwayne stood firm with his hands on his sides, lettingthe feeling of Sammy’s tongue massage on his dick overtake him. The trickJenny had taught her worked wonders for her speed, as the lithe redhead’sbobbing motions increased into a rapid pace. The faster she got, the moreDwayne would moan.”Aghh shit baby!”His groans and curses urged her on. She liked hearing him moan, hissilky voice echoing through the room made her even more wet. Herincreasingly hard sucking urged Dwayne on to push himself deeper into herthroat. The steam in the room was still about them in faint patches, butany significant heat in the room came from the pair of them. Looking downDwayne could still clearly see the hungry look contained in the redhead’sbrilliant green eyes. The feeling of her sucking on his massive cock wasamplified greatly by how sexy the sight of it was. Her looking up at himwhile trying to down his dark rod. She cooed with each wet pass, and thegurk sound from her throat grew louder with each new inch.”Shit Sammy. That’s what up. You’re doing sooo good. You’re a b**st.”There’s that word again, thought the redhead. Now knowing what the termmeant however, she was rather charmed by it. Turn on it by the idea ofbeing a pro at sucking that monster cock. She raised her left hand up tounderneath Dwayne’s cock, and firmly gripped his two enormous testicles. She slid the black cock out of her mouth to the head, and ever so gentlyplaced her teeth against the meat of it. She growled, making a mockgesture of a dog or wolf with a piece of raw meat trapped in its jaws. Dwayne laughed at Sammy’s sense of humor. Sammy was really having fun withthis. More fun having sex than she’d ever had before. In a long wetmotion she lapped Dwayne’s large balls with her tongue after hoisting hismassive cock up with both hands.”Ah” said Dwayne. “Workin those arms too huh?””This thing is heavy enough for me to.” Replied Sammy in a mischievousgiggle.She jacked off the huge throbbing member with both hands, theaccumulated spit lathering it making it easy for the redhead to motion backand forth on it. Her shoulder and arm muscles pumped slightly the forwardand backwards gestures. Dwayne was walking on clouds from the effort. Theredhead had magic hands.”Alright Sammy, now this time let’s see you deep throat me.”Sammy’s heartbeat fluttered. She had wanted to fit the entire thing inher mouth, but hearing it from Dwayne made the task sound more dauntingthan she’d realized.”Alright…it’s just so big” she said, not wanting to sound like she waswhining, but an apparent worry was carried in her tone.”That’s alright. I’ll work you through it. You just gotta push.”With that Sammy nodded, and opened her mouth wide, her tongue stickingout in wait for Dwayne to shove his giant cock down her gullet. Withoutanother word, Dwayne pushed himself inside Sammy’s pretty little mouth. Heaided her by placing a large powerful hand behind her head, gripping herfiery hair. The deeper Dwayne went, the more Sammy’s eyes and mouthwatered. When Dwayne hit the back of her, Sammy could see that she’dfinally reached the halfway point. I’ve still got half to get down, shethought. She stuck out her pink tongue to make way for it. She fought theurge to gag on Dwayne’s massive cock as he pushed deeper. Her stomachlurched and her ab muscles tightened. Gotta push, she thought. Anotherlong few seconds, and Sammy suddenly felt Dwayne’s cock slide down the restof her throat, pushing passed her tonsils, uvula, and then far deeper. She’d closed her eyes in attempting to shove it further inside, kept herhands clasped together tightly to fight the urge to pull away, despite thefact Dwayne’s iron grip on the back of her head had already made thatimpossible. She felt it fall into her throat, a sensation of being filledto the brim, and felt her nose push against the lowest part of Dwayne’sabs.”Ugh! FUCK yeah baby!” Dwayne grunted in triumph.She’d done it, and with the knowledge of completion she’d found a secondwind and burst of energy that was even able to force herself to motion herhead left and right slightly, feeling the huge black cock cramped the sidesof her mouth and throat, press down on the full length of her tongue. Thetip of her tongue could just feel the outer curves of Dwayne’s balls he’dgotten far down into her. If Dwayne had thought Sammy’s hands were magic,he didn’t have the foggiest idea of what sort of sorcery resided in theredhead’s wet throat. He wanted to come, the contents of his balls beggingto shoot into her. But after another long moment, Dwayne released his handfrom her neck, and she pulled away in one large wet gasp, Sammy watched asthe full foot of dark meat exited her mouth, and Dwayne’s near orgasmsubsided.”Jesus!” they both said in unison.Sammy could feel the tears running down her face and the lingering linesof spit dripping from her lips. Wet saliva and possible traces of bile hassplattered on the floor in front of them. Sammy ignored it, wanting tojack Dwayne off more with her hands. He was properly slick now, and thesight overjoyed her. The entire span of his giant pleasure rod was soakedand shiny with spit.”That was incredible Sammy, said Dwayne.She ignored the compliment. Sammy was too fixated on shoving his blackrod back into her mouth and sucking it hard and fast. The adrenaline rushfrom taking it in and holding her breath as it bottomed out her tightfauces had put her in a near hypnotic state. Her pussy was wet to thedegree it dripped gently between her legs and onto the floor tiles. Damn,where the fuck has this fine bitch been all my life? Thought Dwayne.”You ready for the next part?” asked Dwayne, pulling his dick out hermouth, and noticed what might have been a slight stirring of anger from thegorgeous fire haired woman in doing so.She looked up at him, her eyes furrowed in a sneer.”Give it back.” She demanded.Dwayne laughed. “I got something better for you baby. Come here.”Using one hand Dwayne helped Sammy to her feet. He guided her over tothe seating area of the sauna, and gently laid her down on her back, herlegs laying over the edge. Before he proceeded any further, Dwayne kneeleddown towards Sammy’s pussy. He noticed the sparse dot of pubic hair on herand knew by the color that she was indeed a natural red head. He smiled,and stuck his tongue out while parting her wet quivering pussy lips withtwo hands. Sammy immediately jerked as his tongue sunk into her, teasingthe nerves of her and shooting darts of pleasure upon and down her body. He wafted his tongue up and down, slowly. He then proceeded to go left toright, and then clockwise.”Oh my good god” Sammy howled. “That’s sooo good”.She felt her body tense, and then release with the approaching orgasm.Dwayne could feel the seeping liquids from her sweet gash wet his tongue,and knew as well that Sammy was on the verge of climax. He lifted one ofher legs up with a strong arm, and held it in place as he lapped faster onher delicious clit.”Don’t stop. That’s incredible!”Dwayne quickened his pace, and before he knew it Sammy was using both ofher hands to clutch at the black man’s head as she squirmed with delight.”That’s it…I’m-I’m-” her words became choppy with her breath. “COMIIIINGGGG!!”Sammy writhed in place, her upturn leg squirming as her quivering pussyleaked a profuse amount of juices across Dwayne’s outstretched tongue. Sammy didn’t even have a chance to recover from the subsiding trimmers ofher orgasm, when Dwayne rose to his feet, and with one hand on Sammy’sripped stomach and the other still holding the redhead’s shaking leg, tookhis foot long cock and pushed it into Sammy’s wet fuck hole….Dwayne knew the task of shoving his solid foot of hard meat into theredhead’s tight wet opening of (perhaps) three inches or so in length andwidth would be a challenge, but it wasn’t until brushing the head of itagainst her taut outer walls and noting its resistance to give way that herealized how much of a challenge it would truly be.”This is probably the tightest pussy I’ve ever come across.” Dwayne saidas he slowly tried to push his way inside her. “I can barely get the headin”.As he bent forward, hoping the added pressure would aid him, Sammy’spussy slowly began to spread, the inner muscles relaxing and making way forDwayne’s immense member to enter.”Steve says it is really tight”, replied Sammy with a mix of a smile anda grimace as her parts were stretched way passed familiarity. “And he’snot carrying a baseball bat between his legs like you are”.Sammy was becoming impatient. Dwayne’s cock was brushing against thenerves of her labia, and the shocks of pleasure that it caused was drivingher mad. She wanted the rest of it in him now! She took her right handand lifted it to Dwayne’s left hip, gripping the firm lines of muscle thatled to the V shaped cut on lower abs. Bravely she pulled him forward everso slightly towards her, his cock pushing deeper into her vaginal openingas a result. Immediately Sammy flung her head back in a mesh of suddenpleasure and pressure outlined with faints bits of pain as his cock slippedanother inch, causing her to scream.”OH GOD!!” came Sammy in a sharp squeak.”There, got the head in” said Dwayne. “One inch down, eleven more togo.””Are you serious?!””As a heart attack baby. This pussy is in for a serious workout.”She hadn’t been given a moment to prepare herself for the influx of somuch meat into her untrained pussy. Now that Dwayne’s huge member hadfound some ground inside her tight snatch, he drove his hips forward moreconfidently to get the rest in. Sammy was still coming down from thatincredible orgasm Dwayne’s had given her with his tongue just momentsbefore, which was bliss personified as far as she was concerned, and wasonly thrown into a deeper ecstasy when a stint of seven greatly thick ebonyinches slid into her with a smooth jut of Dwayne’s sculptured lower body.Her scream echoed throughout the sauna, and her body immediately tensed inconcert with Dwayne’s as her wet pussy seeped its juices onto his blackcuddle.”OOOOOH!” she scream. “It’s SO BIG!”Dwayne aligned his body above hers, his arms placed at the tops of thesitting area on sides right and left of Sammy’s head. His legs wereoutstretched and straight behind him, and he placed all of his weightbetween the balls of his feet and his core. Sammy loved what the act ofhis balance did to his stomach muscles, and spread her legs wide to givehim room. Dwayne in turn loved what the motion did to her body as the firmmuscle lines of her legs and thighs stretched for him. His abs and upperbody were punctuated by him pulling his hips back, his cock receding tonear the tip just before burying itself deep into her with an audible clapof balls and hips against soft skin.”SHIT!” Sammy cursed in a guttural register.Her stomach muscles instantly tightened as she felt the huge black cocktraverse a path through her insides, and didn’t stop until it fell intowhat Sammy could have sworn was the upper portion of her stomach. That wasdefinitely new, she thought. She’d never felt anything like it before. Tothink all this time Sammy had believed her husband’s dick had been delvinginto the deepest part of her. The reality however -as Dwayne had justproved to the redhead- was that on his best day Steve’s dick (rock hard)couldn’t measure up (literally of figuratively) to what Dwayne had justdone in one thrust.”Oh my god, I think it’s in my stomach.” she gasped.”Yep” replied Dwayne with a grunt. “By the time I’m done Im’ma knowexactly what you had for breakfast baby.”Dwayne repeated the motion, pulling back and then shooting forward againinto her quivering wet pussy. Each thrust was reward with a deep moan orcurse layered gasp from the gorgeous woman. The process gradually causedSammy’s speech to curl into an array of nonsensical grunts, beginning aswords such as “So” and “Big” and “Jesus Dwayne”. As Dwayne leaned forwardand bucked his hips forwards and backwards at a quicker pace -each effortdipping far into the bowels of Sammy’s womb- all knowledge of properpronunciation was lost.Sammy’s heart raced as Dwayne collided into her again and again, everyother smash driving her head long into a quick, but mind numbing orgasm. They came back to back, a tingling sensation that started in her pussy andthen spread to the rest of her body. The several minutes he’d spentbashing into her pussy could have been one long orgasm as far as she knew.Dwayne continued to grunt, beads of perspiration beginning to show on hisAdonis like body from his efforts. Eventually he straightened himself andplaced his large hands on the fabric of her towel and felt her tightstomach underneath. He could actually feel his cock rumbling around in herstomach.”Can you feel it?” Sammy purred, looking up to him with a seductivesmile.Something had changed in the redhead. Breaking into her womb had causedsomething to break inside her. Her innocent features had melted away topresent a woman of wanton lust and seemingly insatiable hunger for hisebony rod.Her smile, that natural Glasgow smirk set a fire in him. Her pussy wasbeing stretched to its limits, but the look still dared him to go harder,to go deeper. No longer able to contain his urges to fuck the beautifulredhead with more force, he scooped her up with of his strong arms. Shelooked surprised at first, but her shocked expression was soon replacedwith one of pleasure that bordered on delirium. In one motion he had bothof her legs straddling his ripped sides as he held her in the air, andfuriously he went back to fucking her. She immediately wrapped her armsaround his well framed shoulders biting down on his left -the area where ofhis t****zius muscle- to brace her screams from each impact. He heard hermouthing the words,”Yes! Yes! Yes”He pumped upward, deep into her dripping pussy. Sammy felt Dwayne’smammoth balls slapping against the wet expanse of her ass. The added noiseof their bodies slamming güngören escort bayan together in thick wet claps, small explosions ofskin against skin, near drove her mad with rapture. Her damp wavy red hairwafted up and down with each motion, and with only the cloth of hermoistening towel to act a buffer for Dwayne’s onslaught, the fiery littleathlete’s little pussy was all but defenseless.”AGGH yes!” she screamed. “Fuck me Dwayne!””Yeah!” Dwayne grunted in acknowledgement.Jesus, Sammy had thought as a particularly thick inch of Dwayne’s cockhit a deep region of her womb. Steve would have come twelve times over bynow. Though the thought of what she was doing registered as one hundredpercent wrong in Sammy’s brain, the deep onslaught of Dwayne’s cock, andthe questioned of,”You feelin this workout bitch!?” that Dwayne asked her, made suchconcerns fall further back into the area of her mind labeled”after-thoughts and other nonessential items”. All Sammy could bringherself to say, all she could bring herself to think was,”FUCK YEAH! I LOVE THIS BIG BLACK NIGGER COCK!”…Dale had spent the better part of twenty searching for Sammy. He’dchecked every room twice before he thought to make his way to the girl’slocker room. He had wanted to avoid the area, for fear of him being dubbeda pervert or a peeping tom should one of the old biddies in there see himand get the wrong idea. He had quietly poked his head into the lockerroom, to find the place was unoccupied and completely empty. He’d startedto think that perhaps he’d missed her. That perhaps Sammy had finished herworkout a bit earlier than he’d expected, and had walked out at some pointduring his search. The thought pained him, for he truly wished to see her.”Dang” Dale murmured to himself. He had even checked the sauna firstsome time before his decision to find her. The only person who had been inthere was Dwayne, who he had no desire to be around. Dale was standing inthe hallway, genuinely about to give up on his mission, when he thought heheard a noise of some kind coming from down the hall. He’d been wrapped upin his own thoughts and wondering if whether or not he’d pick up on hisconfession tomorrow when Sammy came in, if he’d have the nerve to do it thenext day. He stood there for a moment, ears perked up and listening for afollow up noise. Just when he’d concluded the sound to be one of the othergym goers, he’d heard it again. This time it was clearly coming fromfurther down the hall, and it most definitely a woman’s voice.More importantly, it was a woman’s voice who Dale had recognized. Ofall the spills and tumbles, missteps and trips he’d heard Sammy utter andshout over the years, he’d never heard one quite like that before. Heknown it was her from the very beginning, but the tone of the shout wassomething very different than anything he’d heard before. There wassomething about it, a particular pitch and undertone. Dale walked towardsthe source of the noise, his ears up and his eyes on the alert to pinpointthe spot where Sammy had undoubtedly fallen. His steps eventually guidedhim towards the end of the long corridor, and on some strange unknowablelevel, Dale prepared himself for an as of yet unnamable blow….Dwayne was pounding Sammy with as much force as his standing positionwould allow. It was apparently more than enough for the gorgeous redhead,since she’d just come down from riding the wave of what had already been asmall series of orgasms. He could feel her pussy beg for more meat -despite how thick and overwhelmingly long it was – as it seeped sweet warmjuices down his balls and thighs.”Oh-god, ooh-go, ooooh gawd!” was all she could bellow between thrusts.”That’s it baby, work through it. Get it!Sammy was on the verge of yet another orgasm. She’d stopped countingsome time ago, as the angle and force from Dwayne’s body and monster cockhad stretched her tiny gash to the point she thought it would rip her intwo. She looked down to see herself held in the arms by the powerfulnegro. His abs flexed from exuded force, while hers did so in defensebeneath her towel with each thrust the muscled black gave her. Looking atthe sweat forming across his sculptured body made her drip. He was workinghard so that she’d keep cumming hard. He was performing above and beyondthe call of duty from how her body felt.When Dwayne felt his own climax approach, he abruptly stopped, andpulled out of her. Traces of her bodily fluids coated his cock, andimmediately upon its release Sammy dropped to both knees, took the blackpiece back into her mouth, and furiously began face-fucking herself withit. All the while she made loud near growling noises and her head rapidlybobbed forwards and backwards. My pussy tastes delicious off Dwayne bignigger cock, she thought. When she finally pulled Dwayne’s huge memberfrom her greedy maw, her chin surrounding area of her lips were shiny withnew spit and the lingering remains of her sweet secretions.”Mmmm, tastes so good off your chocolate cock…” she purred.Dwayne laughed.”You like that baby? I knew you had the freak in you.”This bitch is totally cock crazy, he thought. I love it.”You ready for the next part of the workout?” He asked while lookingdown at her.I know I am, but I’m not sure my pussy is, she thought.Sammy enthusiastically nodded her head in an excited yes.”Alright, bend over there” he said, nodding for her to turn around ontothe seating area.Sammy slowly turned and placed both her hands against upper part of theseat. She bent over and placed one toned leg onto the seat and arched herback. The motion made her exposed ass cheeks spread and revealed the sweetpink slit that waited in between them. Seeing it instantly sent anotherstrong pulse of blood to Dwayne’s raging hard on. The way she propped herass up into the air reminded him of a cat when it stretched, and herchesire-cat like smile didn’t aided the comparison. Without another wordhe approached her. A silent fever rose inside the room. Sammy’s perfectslit was waiting for Dwayne. He took one hand and cupped a single firm asscheek, spreading it to the side to make room for him. His other handrested on Sammy’s opposite hip. Her towel -which somehow hadn’t beenfucked off of her yet- ended just at her hips. The position she was inexposed her delicious underside in its entirety.”Just go slow ok”, said Sammy, the first hint of nervousness creeping upfrom her throat as she felt Dwanye’s massive head rubbed against the outerpart of her pussy. She knew this position would be the scary one. Dwaynewould be in complete control, and thus far her pussy had been manhandled bythat b**st he wielded. He was teasing her, slowly waving the bulbous golfball sized head up and down along her entrance to make her crazy. Finally,Dwayne aligned his cock with her sweet opening, and pushed himself inside.”Got damn” grunted Dwayne. “You’d think after all that your pussy wouldbe easy to get into by now. This shit’s still tight a fuck.Sammy turned her head and looked behind her at the strong black studcoyly.”Oh really?””Yep, I’mma have to put in work double time on it.””Don’t go easy on me” she giggled as Dwayne aligned his long cock withher opening.Give it to me nigger, I can take it…I think, came the voice in Sammy’shead.In a gnashing of teeth and forceful plunge of his hips, Dwayne shovedhimself back into Sammy. Getting the head was still a bit of a chore, butonce she took that first inch Sammy shuttered as the rest of her black bullslipped inside her.”Mmmmm…” she groaned, Biting her bottom lip as she felt her insidesget barreled into. “So much COCK…”.”What’s wrong baby, hubby don’t give you dick like this at home”chuckled Dwayne, gripping the firm shapely orbs of Sammy ass.”Hell no” replied Sammy. “Not even close, ugh!””Too bad for him, the lining in this pussy `bout to get fucked rightout.””Oh no!” came the redhead as Dwayne punched his hips forward.”UGGGH!” he bellowed before upping his speed and pulling Sammy back andforth onto his dick harder….Dale stood just outside the door of the gym steam room. Again, he’dheard screams and talking coming from beyond the threshold. He hadn’t beenable to clearly make out the words, but there was grunting involved, andquite a few cuss words to boot. Against his better judgment, Dale lookedthrough the small glass window on the door. He couldn’t see much, theplumes of steam were obscuring his vision, and the angles one could get onthe room’s interior were limited. Dale shifted his head left to see -withthe best of visual ability- nothing. He shifted his head to the right, andsaw a particularly dense mass of steam wafting through the room. After amoment, Dale realized it was dense, because of the dark body that stoodamidst it.It must have been of the steam, because Dale could have sworn the bodywas stark naked, the bare ass of the figure facing him. The steam curledand coiled around the body, and after a few more moments cleared up justenough to show more of the towering figure. He’d seen those musclesbefore. Remembered them from the locker room. Granted it hadn’t been inthe manner that Dale was currently observing, the back and hips pumpingback and forth with a significant amount of effort based on the beads ofsweat that were rolling down his back. Dwayne was busy and up to somethingin there, and Dale’s heart immediately sunk when a bit more of the steamcleared.First he saw a leg. A trim, curvy whitish pink one with immaculate tonelines and muscle definition. Then he saw the peculiar angle of what Daleknew from his collection of skin magazines and his secret collection of aadult DVD’s as a female vagina, a pretty and -currently- very much occupiedone getting stuff with a man part that Dale would have better suited on aprize race horse rather than a human being. Then he saw the other leg,hefted up onto the seating bench inside the room.Dale gulped nervously, a part him not wanting rest of the steam to clearaway and expose the upper half of who it was Dwayne was putting aparticularly intense pounding on. And of course, answering his call, thesteam cleared further to show an immaculately curved torso and upper body,concealed only by a single clothing article consisting of a mid sized towelthat was coming undone with each hard crash from Dwayne as he thrusted intoher. And lastly, the lingering few swirls parted around the woman’s face,revealing a wanton, decadent, and ravishing beauty of a woman. Dale knewthat face, but more effectively from the fiery red head of hair that waftedwetly in the steamy room with hard forward and backwards motions that couldonly come from two bodies colliding into each other. He’d memorized everyline, curve, and flawless angle. He’d created a thousand differentscenarios and hosted hundred of hazy daydreams that consisted of lookinginto the brilliant green eyes that were now staring back at Dwayne with aravenous hunger and insatiable lust. He didn’t even want to give her aname now, couldn’t bring himself to even think of her name after seeingthis.All Dale could do was look on in fascination, hurt, shock, disgust, anda peppering of anger at the sight of Dwayne -biggest asshole in theuniverse- engaging his long time heartthrob Samantha Spitzmen in what hecould only define as the hardest and -despite his self loathing atacknowledging the act as such- most intense looking position of doggy stylehe’d ever seen….Dwayne’s cock bent at the halfway point inside Sammy’s defenselesspussy, but held firm in between her taut ass cheeks. The position of herupturned ass clamped down on every inch it could before it bottomed outcompletely. Her tight and toned bubble butt threw him into frenzy. Theredhead’s chaotic groans and sensual grunts had only reaffirmed how much hewanted to gut her pussy. She was writhing now, and had actually worked upthe nerve to start pushing her ass back a little with each thrust to lethim know she wanted him deep in her, and loved every inch he had to giveher. Her face was contorted in a grimace hinting of pleasure and pain, herwhite teeth exposed from the effort. Dwayne sped up. The increased pacecreated audible claps as Dwayne’s huge balls swung and hit against Sammy’sunderside. The force of it felt like baseballs were getting slappedagainst her skin.”OH GOD, OH GOD! YOU’RE GONNA BREAK MY PUSSY DWAYNE!” she writhed.He fucked her harder, wanting to put that theory to the test. Sammy’spussy was incredibly warm. A tight pocket of summer that made him yearn tobury his dick down to the balls and call it his home. The steam in theroom was now no longer just steam, but the body heat of their efforts as hegave and Sammy gladly took. Dwayne know that if he continued he was goingto nut, and likely drown the woman with the contents of swelled balls. Sammy was coasting on the constant waves of pleasure. Let them sail her toa series of intense orgasms. The impacts from Dwayne’s solid body droveher insane. She absolutely loved getting fucked by him, and she discoveredshe had a particular fancy for doggy style, where she could be completelydominated. Jenny was right, Sammy thought. Black Cock is the way to go.She didn’t know how long they’d been going at it, but Dwayne’s pace hintedthat he was nowhere near spent. He hadn’t even cum yet, a prospect whichsomewhat frustrated her. She knew Dwayne could fuck for hours, and sheloved that. She knew Dwayne’s cock was more than enough to satisfy her, asher multiple orgasms had strongly proven. Now she caught herself wonderinghow his semen tasted. If it was as good as Jenny had made it seem, she wasbound and determined to find out…after she got her fill of Dwaynepounding her brains out of course.”Now, time to show me what you got in you” said Dwayne as he suddenlystopped smashing into her guts with his humungous dark pipe. He wiped abit of sweat off of his face and took a seat nearby.”Let’s see how well you ride” he said.Sammy turned, her knees shaking from the lingering effects of her lastorgasm. She wiped beads of sweat from her own face. Fucking nigger dickis a real workout, she thought. She was hot, and the room’s temperaturehadn’t been tampered with in some time. It was just idle streams of steamthat was coming from the cauldron. She was sweaty, glistening from theintense cardio session Dwayne was giving her.”Ok…” she said with a smile.She approached him, but before she came into contact with him she untiedthe top part of her towel, unclasped it from its folded areas around herlarge perky breasts, and let it drop to the ground near her feet. Dwaynelay propped up on his elbows on the bench, his ass half hanging off theedge and his cock standing high and proud at attention before her. Shestill couldn’t believe she’d managed to take something so massive insideher. Fully erect it looked like it could equate to a baby’s full arm inlength and girth (with probably more to spare). He took a long moment toappraise the gorgeous redhead’s glistening body, all the muscles and curvesof her perfect form on display.”Goddamn baby, you’re a goddess.” He smirked, and she shot him back onein return.Sammy giggled and came closer to Dwayne, and lifted one leg over himthat she straddled him.”Thank you. I try” She said in return.”More than try, you succeed gorgeous.”Sammy blushed. Awww, he’s sweet too, she thought. She then leanedforward and kissed him passionately. A long moment went by, with boththeir lips connected and their tongues lapping together at the intersectionof their mouths. The kiss was deep, with both participants pressing hardinto one another, knowing that neither side would relent for the other. When their mouths came away, a thin trail of spit appearing like a minaturetight wire between them, wearing his now infamous smirk Dwayne said,”Now give me some more of that good pussy.””Now, time to show me what you got in you” said Dwayne, wiping a bit ofsweat off of his face and taking a seat nearby.”Let’s see how well you ride.”Sammy turned, her knees shaking from the lingering effects of her lastorgasm.”Ok…” she said with a smile. Without another word, Sammy reached behind her with her right arm, andgripped the shaft of Dwanye’s dark baton….Until that moment, Dale wouldn’t sworn that what he was witnessing was acrime in the making. He’d have sworn to the image of Dwayne having sexwith -no- brutally pounding Sammy beyond what he thought ever to bepossible between man and woman was a vile case of **** happening in front.He’d have sworn that Dwayne -being the muscle bound jerk that he was- hadforced himself on Sammy, HIS dearest Sammy, and violently pushed hisgigantic man parts into her against her will. Dale hadn’t moved, despitehis outrage. He knew barging in and trying to stop the huge intimidatingnegro would have been the heroic thing to do…but Dale’s more cautiousside had deeply advised against it. Dwayne was a reputed martial artsexpert, on top of having more muscle mass in his left bicep than Daleprobably had in his entire upper body. Dwayne would pop his head like azit if he ever tried to take a swing at him. Maybe put him in that dangedtriangle lock he’d shown him once online from one of his barbaric cagefights. A crime was what he’d have sworn was going on.That had to be it. For not in a million years would the Sammy he knewever willing do something like…THAT with another man besides her husband.And even then Dale couldn’t (or rather wouldn’t) picture Sammy beingcapable of appearing so…so…Dale couldn’t fill the empty space with afitting word. So -a****listic- during the act. Looking at her currentstate, her sweaty body and the intense almost feral glare that was capturedin her normally gentle facial features, it wasn’t at all like the Samanthahe’d known. And yet…it was when Dwayne stopped brutishly pounding hisbeloved that the word **** suddenly was erased from the equation.Now Dale wasn’t at all personally versed in, nor had he ever borewitness to such an account, but last time he’d checked, women didn’t stopto take off their own towels before their attackers during an attempted****. They didn’t run a hand through their hair seductively, unravelingthe tangled ends as their attacker calmly took a seat and caught his breathnearby them. Women who were being ****d didn’t climb on top of theirattacker, and as far as Dale knew they certainly didn’t grab theirattacker’s -notably huge- swollen cock and position it near their ladyparts after spreading it with two wet fingers.And most caustic of all to Dale, the most damning and damaging image ofthe scene, was the fact that…women who being ****d didn’t often take itamongst themselves to kiss their attackers. Hell, he hadn’t seen lovingcouples kiss as passionately as those two currently were even in the movieshe’d seen. The sight hurt Dale. Cut him deep down in his chest. It madehis heart drop down to his stomach, where it wanted to curl up in itselfand rot.But watching Sammy then lower herself onto Dwayne and that whollyunnatural third arm he had stood up high like a flag pole made Dale’s ownmember harden, its full five inches straining on the inside of his pants.She’s really gonna put that thing in her, thought the blonde boy. Hewanted to turn away, wanted to turn and run from the sick ritual of hischerished Sammy’s sullying at the hands of that black bastard. He wantedto…but his feet didn’t move. They were frozen in place and his facenever quite got around to turning away. Dale’s cock was moving though. Stirring in his pants as it became rock hard, and nearly came -hands free-before Sammy even managed to nestle the humungous black cock head betweenher hot pink pussy lips….”Here it goes…” she said, sliding the fat head up to sweet hole, andshoving it back into her.She would be in control this time, and the thought made her nervous aswell as excited. If Sammy had known how much fun fucking black cock was,she’d have told Steven to take a hike a long time ago. She’d have mostcertainly kept him around as a friend she thought, but it wouldn’t havebeen much more than that. All the words of caution that had come fromSammy’s sister Roberta, her grandmother’s warnings about staying away fromthe blacks in town, the council from her peers and elders to keep her stepsfar away from N-Town would have been balled up and chucked away in the partof her mind labeled “nonsensical bullshit”. As Sammy’s perfect pink pussylips spread to accommodate Dwayne’s huge black cock, she wondered toherself if Bobbie Sue even knew what big black cock was like. In order tokeep her cover – she didn’t want others thinking badly about her still- shewouldn’t ask her to her face, but it was something to ponder. If onlyBobbie Sue and the other women in her family knew how good big nigger dickwas, she doubted their opinions on black men would be as negative.His mouth dropped, and hands came up to the window in an u*********smotion to push the door open.”OH…OH…OHHH!” was all Sammy could squeak out as the dark rodpenetrated her.”That’s right baby, push yourself on that dick.””Jesus Christ!” she bellowed. It was difficult for the redhead to pushherself down on it. Her pussy was naturally small, and it struggled toaccept her partner’s god sized bludgeon.She took it until her tight pussy bottomed out, and again she felt herinsides stuffed with inches upon inches upon more inches of rock hard ebonygoodness.”Now move up and down on it”, Dwayne said.Sammy lifted her taut bubble butt, and then brought it back down as faras she could on Dwayne’s dick. After three or four deep dips onto hischocolate stick, Sammy could feel her juices slicking the steely shaft.”Good, that’s good Sammy” Dwayne encouraged. “Just like that baby, pushfor every inch of it.”Sammy looked down to Dwayne, who had his arms comfortably folded behindhis head. She liked that Dwayne allowed her to take control. Even thoughhe was in effect giving instruction on how take such a massive member, hewasn’t such a control freak that he felt the need to physically guide herusing his hands, or take the flow of their fucking away from her by buckinghimself upwards into her. Thank goodness for that, Sammy thought. Hepulls me down any further on this monster and he’ll split me in half. AndSammy moved, up and down at an even pace at first, allowing her body toacclimate to its new heights. When she got comfortable with the amount ofcock she slid down on, she boldly began thrusting her hips harder.Her previous experiences with riding Steve’s cock came as no help whentaking on Dwayne. Steve’s penis (a fair size she once thought) was buriedto the hilt whenever she’d be on top. In the forty seconds it took to makehim climax, Sammy could shake and shift her hips forwards and backwardswith almost complete free control and motion of her body. Her musclescould easily handle such a feat, and her speed knocked Steven down for thecount with even less effort. Dwayne on the other hand was a completelydifferent. On top of his humungous man part, Sammy could barely move herass up and down at half speed. Dwayne’s cock was so long that it kept herfrom upping her pace, each stroke requiring full control of her ass andhips. She could go from the head, down to little further than the half waypoint, and back up again. She couldn’t chance taking the whole thing, andwhen she arched her back and looked down to her own ass, she saw that itwas a very long way down to Dwayne’s large balls that swung proudly beneathher.”Speed up baby, you can take it” whispered Dwayne in his silky tambour.”OK” said Sammy without question. She knew it’d be difficult, her bodyalready glistening with sweat from her labors, but she had to try. SammySpitzmen was gonna push hard and fuck that big black dick with everythingshe had. She placed her hands on Dwayne’s hard stomach and chest, proppedher ass up to the tip of Dwayne’s cock, and swiftly began to bounce her assup and down on it. Her speed was incredible, and Dwayne began to groanwith pleasure. Sammy’s ass was a tight, toned, heart shaped mass. It wasvery round and looked simply exquisite as it motion up and done inconjunction with her shapely back and sculpted thighs. To get a betterglimpse of the feet, Sammy shifted her upper half to the right, and turnedher head look at her own ass.My ass looks so good riding Dwayne, she thought.She could feel the pulse and throbbing from Dwayne’s cock inside her,and knew that it was a sign that he agreed as well. Added as proof to hisapproval Dwayne took a hand and cupped one of Sammy’s ass cheeks.”Ohhh shit ya. Move that fine tight white ass” he purred, a deeplion-like tone.With his encouragement Sammy became brave, and lifted herself up fromforward position. She brought herself up, back turning into a musculararch, and placed her hands on both of Dwayne’s knees for support. Furiously she then started swinging her hips back and forth on Dwayne’sslippery dong. Her abs tensed and released rapidly as she used her body toshift on Dwayne’s powerful cock.She screamed and grunted, a barrage of curse words spilling from hermouth as she fought for every inch and did her best to conform to theincredibly tight fit Dwayne made of her. She was wrapped in the seeminglyendless shockwave of their bodies scrapping and rocking against oneanother. Dwayne slid his hands from behind his head and grabbed twohandfuls of Sammy’s vast bouncing bosom. The act left the redhead on theverge of melting. The combined sensations of Dwayne’s cock, plus thefeeling of his hands groping her breasts and fondling her sensitive nippleswas maddening. Dwayne gently twisted and plucked at her nipples, massagedthe soft skin of her breasts, and bunched them together before lifting upand taking them to his face and mouth.”Oh, oh, oh!” she screamed with every thrust.They were both lost in one another, driven by sheer a****listic passionand through the abilities of their fit bodies.And it came only as a fleeting afterthought for Dwayne to raise hischiseled left arm up behind the writing Sammy, and in a single gesture fromhis balled fist, outstretched his middle finger towards the window on thesauna door, where Dale -face stuck in a permanent O of shock- stood andwatched them from the outside….”I’m gonna nut!” Dwayne grunted as his body tightened.Sammy was just calming down her most recent — and by her estimate mostintense — climax. Upon hearing Dwayne’s signal that he was reaching hisown end, she immediately hopped off of Dwayne’s lap. Her knees hit thetiles at the same time Dwayne released his first powerful gush of semenfrom his dark swollen cock. Sammy opened her mouth wide and stuck hertongue by its full length to catch the thick drops of white that shot upfrom her black stud like a geyser. Cum sprayed up in white globs andrained onto her lips, chin, forehead and both her cheeks, while higherdrops landed in her wavy red hair. On her taste buds it tasted divine, andDwayne’s faced contorted into a countenance stupefied by pleasure.”AW SHIIIT!” he groaned.Sammy used one hand to grab a handful of Dwayne’s huge balls. She couldactually feel the swollen hefty pair pulse as they drained. She tilted herface down and took the head back into her mouth. Furiously she bobbed herhead on the dark pole, swallowing as much of the rich bounty as her mouthcould hold and swallowing it down her throat just as fast. As it slid intoher body, a epiphany fell upon the energetic redhead. Gosh, Jenny wasright. Black cock is amazing, she thought, silently kicking herself fornot doing this sooner. On the night of their book club meeting, Sammy hadleft the Summers’ house with a great deal of guilt on her shoulders. She’dbeen skeptical, enticed, aroused and later apprehensive. She honestlythought that Jenny had been embellishing details on taking native cock of adarker persuasion. The young Samson West had been by far the mostthrilling blowjob she’d ever given, she’d even caught herself being a tadbit envious of Jenny watching her fuck the young negro with rabid abandon.And even still, Sammy walked away with a few lingering doubts as to theirprowess. That was then, and not a week later she was down on her knees,sucking on the head of giant black cock with skill that made her resemble aprofessional. If you want it…go get it, the beautiful buxom blonde hadtold them. She’d accepted the dare and taken it on. And lo and behold,Sammy Spitzmen had finally been let in on the secret, and discovered herlove of big black cock….Another presumed fact crossed Dale’s mind as he stood outside the saunadoor; women who were being ****d didn’t typically drop to their knees andenthusiastically start swallowing the ejaculating semen of their attackers.The furious manner in which Sammy bobbed her head up and down on Dwayne’s(unfairly) massive cock looked almost superhuman to the forlorn young man.It baffled him almost as much as the gigantic load of cum that wouldshooting up from the head of Dwayne’s cock like a black fountain. Thefirst jut of white alone made the orgasm he’d hand some moments before -the orgasm that had left a solid dark circle on the front of his pants -seem feeble at best. Dale was stuck, transfixed moth to flame like withwatching the display. And despite his innate wanting to be disgusted, hecouldn’t help but silently applaud the black bastard and the redheaded slutthat was ardently servicing him. His entire collection of porn seemed tolack luster after watching that performance.Dale had never come without using his hands before, and the orgasm he’dhad watching the interracial pair had topped virtually all of his othersolo carnal endeavors by several leagues. The young man was torn betweenjealousy, disappointment, and a pervading feeling of sexual arousal.”S-sonofabitch…” said Dale.Inside he saw the two figures lavish in the waning moments of theirlust. Dale figured he’d best use this chance to get away. Dwayne hadalready seen him, and made a point to let him know as such near the apex oftheir fucking. Dale quickly turned and near sprinted to the men’s lockerroom. Despite all he’d seen, most likely because of what he’d seen, Dalecouldn’t bring himself to face Sammy. It hurt too much to think about it,but somehow the blow was numbed by the memory of how hard his orgasm waswatching her. Can’t let her see me, he thought. Dale raced down thehallway and threw himself into the men’s locker room….Some time later, Sammy Spitzmen had finished her second shower of theday. The hot water was heaven on her skin, and she was so thoroughlyrelaxed that she didn’t mind having to use several extra applications ofshampoo to get all of Dwayne’s cum out of her hair. Reflecting on how itdripped down her skin, how it glazed her face and rolled down her neck andtits made her horny for more. Even then she could feel the onset twinge ofdesire set on her well beaten lady parts. That was soooo good, shethought. Back in the sauna Sammy had told Dwayne as such….”Definitely was baby. I’ll definitely have to be sure to up my proteinbefore next time. F’I wasn’t trained, you’d be wearin a nigga out.””Next time?” said Sammy, her green eyes illuminating at the thought.”Oh yeah, we’re definitely gonna have to make this a regular thing”,Dwayne had said while rising to his feet. “As your new trainer, it onlymakes sense we meet up at least a few times a week to keep your body lookinright.”Sammy beamed at the thought of taking on Dwayne again.”Ha-ha, I can’t wait.” She giggled.Sammy rose to her feet, but failed to notice the towel she’d taken offwas right in her path. The abrupt slide of the towel on the tiles causedher to slip backwards and fall hard on her butt just before the cauldron.There was wet smack and an even louder clatter of an object hitting theground.”Ouch, dang it!” cursed Sammy.”We should probably work in some balance training while we’re at it” hesaid while placing a hand on his head in embarrassment for the girl….Sammy was embarrassed by the third little spill she’d taken, but wascoasting too joyously on the knowledge of future workouts to really care.Her clumsiness had landed her onto something monumental. It made her smileto think that she’d be meeting with Dwayne regularly from now on. Herworkout routine would have a whole new layer of excitement. On her way outof the gym after she’d thoroughly cleaned herself and gathered her things,she noticed Dale was sitting at his desk. He was giving her the strangestlook. His eyes were two big blue softballs stuffed inside a pale whiteghost face.”You okay Dale?” she asked.”Y-yeah”, squeaked the blonde boy.”You sure, you look really pale.”Dale grumbled something under his breath, though Sammy wasn’t able tomake sense of any of the words besides `dark’.”What was that?””Oh, nothing” said Dale, trying to force a smile for her sake. “I…Iguess I’ll see you later this evening then? Turns out the boss caved anddecided to give me more hours.””That’s great Dale. I’m not coming back for my second workout though.After the workout I had today, I’m plum worn out.””Ha-ha” Dale laughed nervously. Yeah, three feet a cock’ll leave anyonetuckered out I’d bet, thought Dale in a silent bite on envy.”I’ll see you later though” said Sammy before striding out the frontdoor.Dale thought he should have confronted her. Confessed to her, shook herby the shoulders and told her he’d seen her and that bastard Dwayne in thelocker room. Demanded an explanation of why and how could she do that him,to her husband Steve. That he knew her to be far above such behavior. Butdespite the voice screaming in his head to do what he felt was the noblething, he didn’t. Because, came the tinnier voice that sat in the darkregions of his mind. Because, if you tell her you know, she’ll no doubtleave the gym. And if she leaves the gym, she won’t…Dale had to cuthimself off from completing the thought, uncertain of what it would sayabout him and his own standing as a man if it were allowed to be completed.It was well into the afternoon hours when Sammy Spitzmen finallyreturned to her home. She was, in every way conceivable, exhausted. Shebarely made it passed the doorway before dropping her duffel bagunceremoniously onto the floor. She trudged up the stairs at just shy asnail’s pace, and collapsed into her bed just as the last bit of her energyhad given out. Screw the other house chores, she thought. When the housephone rang she ignored it, choosing the allow the answering machine to dothe work for her. Sammy received two phone calls. The first was fromIvana.Sammy? Sammy it’s Ivana. Look, something last minute came up at worktoday. Not sure how long its gonna hold me up, but it looks like I’m goingto have to skip out on our workout tonight.”Fine by me…” grumbled Sammy face down in the pillows.I know I know. No pain, no gain and all that. I can feel you poutingfrom here. You know I wouldn’t cancel on you if there weren’t anabsolutely good reason for doing so, so trust me when I say I’m ontosomething massive over here. I’ll explain later. Make it up to you nextweek. Talk to you later dear.The second message was from Sammy’s husband Steve.Hey sweetheart! Weird, I’m not used to you not answerin the phone.The last thing Sammy planned on doing for the next while was moving, soshe simply remained motionless in bed.Anyway, looks like I’ll be gettin home a few hours early today. Don’tknow about you, but after a hot shower and a good meal I think I’ll beready to make up for a little uh…lost time, if you catch my drift. Ha-ha, see you in little bit honey. Bye.That’s not happening, thought Sammy. If Steve tried having sex with hernow, even if Sammy weren’t completely wiped out, he’d definitely knowsomething was up. Sammy knew that even after her body finally recovered,it would take a hell of a lot more time for her pussy to shape back down toSteve’s size…if ever again. No, her and her husband wouldn’t be gettinginto anything remotely steamy that night, that was for damn sure. She’dlay there, face flat on her soft pillows, and reflected yet again on theincredible events of the day. If she were going to keep up this pace,she’d have to be sure to stock up on workout recovery drinks on her nextvisit to the market. She let the images parade through her mind and lullher into a hazy sleep. And the last thought to cross her mind beforedrifting off into a much deserved slumber was,Wait til the girls hear about this…

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