Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder

Chapter 18: Flashback

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations
portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,
events or locations is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 1996. All rights, implicit or implied, except for
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	As Sam came out of her reverie she realized Arnold was staring at
the soap dispenser that was mounted on the wall next to the shower he was
standing under. She knew the purpose of the unit and also knew what he was
contemplating. There was little doubt as to the agony Arnold was in, not to
mention the frustration he was experiencing. Something would have to be
done soon, otherwise her hopes of having him cum inside her would be dashed
against the ceiling of the shower room.
	She moved to him and embraced him from behind, her arms encircling
his abdomen. She pressed her firm, jutting breasts into his back and he
flexed and shifted the muscles there, sending thrills through her
nipples. Her hands moved up and enclosed his pecs which he also flexed. The
smooth mountains of muscle shifted and grew under her hands, causing her to
become even more moist between her legs. Slowly she encircled his nipples
with her fingernails and finally pinched them both very hard.
	"Unnnnnhhhhhhh," he moaned. He ground his ass against her. "Oh, do
that again. Harder."
	She obliged him and pinched harder, pulling them out away from his
body. His breathing increased in speed and the moan grew louder. She
stopped and turned him around before her. His cock was a dark red, verging
on purple. His eyes were glassy and unfocused. She knew he had been close
to an orgasm.
	"Oh, no you don't. I'm not letting you off so easily. You're going
to cum inside me next time and I'm going to enjoy it proper. You don't
think I went through this whole work-out just for the pleasure of watching
you splatter your cum against the wall, did you?"
	"Oh, Sam. I gotta cum right now. My balls are killing me. They
really hurt. You gotta help me."
	"Can't you wait until Mr. Ridell gets back?" The desperation in his
voice told her he thought not. The desperation in her voice told him he had
better. There had to be a way.
	"Isn't there a way to do it standing up?"
	"Yeah. But are you sure you want your first time to be like that?"
	"I don't know. What's the difference?"
	"Well, not much, really. It's just that we won't be facing each
other. That's all."
	"What do you mean?"
	"I have to turn around and bend over. Then you enter me from
behind. Like this." She turned away from him and bent at the waist, bracing
her arms against the wall of the shower. Her gorgeous, muscular ass aimed
itself right at his cock.
	He could feel something like a magnet pulling him to her. His cock
knew exactly what was supposed to happen.
	"Sam?"
	"Go ahead, Arnold. Just hold on to me so I don't fall, okay?"
	Arnold moved up behind her and grabbed the end of his cock. He
squatted and tried to see exactly where he was supposed to put it. Things
looked incredibly different from this angle. He recognized her asshole now
and saw how there was little chance of him having mistaken it for his
ultimate goal. He also saw, just below it, the opening to her vagina, the
lips swollen and dripping with the creamy white juice of her excitement. He
stood back up and tentatively touched her there.
	"Is this it, Sam?"
	Sam moaned and her ass wriggled in pleasure.
	"Yes, Arnold. Just go slow and easy. You won't be able to go all
the way inside me, but I'll show you what to do about that. Go ahead."
	Very slowly, Arnold moved forward and placed the head of his cock
against the opening. He wasn't sure how far 'not all the way' was so he
decided to err on the side of caution.
	The moment his dick came in contact with Sam and the warmth of her
cunt was felt on the head of his cock the whole world took on a different
look. His life up until that moment became inconsequential. All the shit he
had put up with at home, all the fights, all the crying, all the abuse
(physical and mental), all the battles for control, all the heartaches and
headaches and feelings of uselessness and futility and hatred and distrust
melted away and were replaced with a sense of center. The center of
himself. The center of life. The center of the universe. A beginning. A
rebirth. A coming of age. A cumming. His balls began to churn and that
familiar heaving sensation he always got just before shooting his wad began
to work on his loins.
	He quickly grabbed Sam's ass and pulled it to him, his huge cock
sinking in to half its length. Sam let out a high pitched scream which
Arnold interpreted as pain. This distracted him enough that he didn't cum
immediately.
	"Oh, God. Sam? Are you all right?"
	"Fuck me, stud. Fuck me!"
	As he pulled himself out, she squeezed the muscles of her vagina
and clamped down around his huge, throbbing shaft. Again he entered her,
this time with a sense of caution, her tight cunt causing the most
incredible sensations to build up in his cock. They traveled down the
length of it and then consumed him; spreading out from his groin until they
took over his entire body. He lost control of his actions and gave into the
need to pump his giant cock into her cunt. With each push of his member she
cried out in pleasure/pain. Wetness was pouring out of her and her muscles
strained and tensed. Arnold's body began to tense as well until each fiber
of muscle stood out in detail.
	"Oh, yeah! Oh, oh, oh, you're so big. So big! Fuck me, stud. Fuck
me. Harder. Harder. Oooh. That's it. That's it! Don't
stop. Don't. . . Stop. . . Don't. . . Stop..."
	An incredible feeling of warmth immediately consumed her cunt. His
huge cock pressed against the walls of her vagina each time she bore down
on it. She concentrated on not passing out; her knees were quickly turning
to mush.
	Arnold quickly approached orgasm.
	"I'm cumming, Sam. I gotta cum. Oh. . .Oh. . .Oh. You're so
tight. I'm. . .I'm. . .Iiiiiieeeeeeee!"
	He began pumping with increased speed, his gigantic cock ramming
into her with incredible force. His cum shot up his shaft and blasted out
of the slit. Each volley brought a huge, growling scream from him, as
though he were physically willing each one to shoot out. He had no idea how
long this went on. His mind was blank. There were no thoughts in his head
that he was aware of. The only thing that existed was his cock, Sam's cunt,
and the incredible feeling of warmth. Every sense was supercharged. They
all fed him huge amounts of data which he had no way of comprehending. The
smells, the touches, the sights, even the taste of the air all combined to
overwhelm him.
	Sam stopped trying to do anything but stay up. She had never been
so filled, so consumed with the feelings of a cock in her. Arnold's cum
fired with such force. Way back in the corner of her mind she was able to
appreciate the fact that, though he was beyond control in most ways, he had
not failed to care for the depth to which he penetrated her. Had things
gotten out of control, and there was no reason to suspect they shouldn't
have, his cock would have been pulverizing her cervix at this moment. He
had sensed how far he could go without hurting her and had held to that.
	After a while the intensity of his orgasm slacked. The huge wads of
cum stopped shooting out of his cock. But the size of the cock did not
diminish. He was as hard as before he had entered her. He kept pumping her
cunt with his massive member as though nothing had happened. In fact, it
appeared he was on his way to a second orgasm. His increased moaning and
the force with which he entered her indicated that he had not been
satisfied by the last earth-shattering orgasm. He needed to cum again.
	Sam didn't know whether to stop him now or just let things take
their natural course. She was fascinated by the fact that he could achieve
sequential orgasms. This was definitely a first for her. The incredible
sensation of his cock, deep inside, continued to melt her. She felt herself
quickly approaching what felt like an orgasm although the only stimulation
her clitoris had received was from his huge balls swinging forward and
barely brushing it. She thought if she could get some pressure on it she
would cum with him.
	"Arnold, hold it a minute. I want to try something."
	Arnold didn't hear her so she stood up and pulled herself away from
him. It wasn't until she was completely off his cock that he realized he
was pumping the air. He opened his eyes and looked at her curiously.
	"I'm sorry to interrupt this marvelous activity, but I'm very close
to cumming, too. I want to try another position. How are those beautiful
biceps of yours feeling?"
	He flexed them and they swelled up. She moved to him and grabbed
the end of his cock, lifting it to his abdomen. She then pressed her body
against him, his cock now between her breasts. His hips were still making
small thrusting motions and his cock rode up and down between the two
glorious mounds of her breasts. He pressed his hands to the outside of them
and they squeezed his cock. Sam swooned at the feeling of the hot shaft
against her and pressed herself to him even harder. His pumping actions
increased and Sam knew he was close to cumming again.
	"Grab my ass and lift me up over the top of your cock."
	He did so and lifted her, his huge biceps bulging with the
effort. Sam grabbed the head of his cock and, as soon as her ass cleared
the top of it, directed it between her legs to the entrance to her
cunt. Arnold then slowly lowered her onto it and she wrapped her legs
around his waist and her arms around his neck. Arnold's face was between
her breasts and he turned his head from side to side and sucked on her
erect nipples, causing her to moan loudly. He lowered her onto his cock and
that incredible feeling of rightness consumed them both again.
	"Okay, stud. Pump me! I want to see those biceps of yours pump up
real big. Let me see those veins. Fuck me."
	She took one hand and ran it down between her legs to feel the huge
shaft entering her. Her index finger found her clitoris and began massaging
it, loud moans emanating from her throat. She threw her head back and
closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the sense of consuming passion
that flooded through her entire being.
	Arnold turned around and placed his back to the wall to keep his
balance. This was what he liked best of all: working out and cumming. The
combination of the incredible feeling in his cock as Sam's cunt slid up and
down the thick, hard shaft along with the feeling of the pump in his biceps
was the ultimate sensual experience. With each lift of Sam's body his bicep
heated up more and more, generating that feeling of "the pump". It could
only be described as a muscle cumming. As the fatigue set in the warmth
spread throughout the entire muscle and the blood rushed in to remove the
resulting waste products. His huge pecs were bulging, too, with the effort
of supporting her ass. They also began to hum and throb. Sam's breasts were
constantly rubbing up and down across them, causing both lovers' nipples to
be stimulated into hard, sensitive, miniature erections. Their moans
increased and they pressed themselves together to increase the sensation.
	Meanwhile, his huge cock was beginning to ache. The only cure he
could find for it was to push harder into Sam's hot, moist, cock-squeezing
cunt. Each time he lowered her onto him it relieved him and created a need
to do it again.
	Sam's finger worked her clitoris and in just a moment had
stimulated her to the edge of orgasm. It took all her effort not to send
herself over the edge. She wanted to cum with Arnold, but didn't know how
close he was. She tried to sense his progress but he was unreadable. It was
as though he were in the middle of a set. She took her hand off her clit
and placed it on his bicep, feeling the power of the muscle as it pumped
her body up and down. She squeezed its bulk.
	"Oh, yeah. Do that again. Squeeze my bicep. Squeeze it hard. I want
to feel your hands on my biceps. Both of them. You see how big I'm getting?
Look how big you're making my biceps, Sam. Oh, yeah! Squeeze my pecs. That
feels good. Touch me."
	Sam's hands roamed over his torso, kneading and feeling his huge
muscles as the flexed and swelled. As she did, she could sense his strength
renew and a different energy flow through his body. His cock began to
expand and his hips forced themselves upward towards her ass each time he
lowered her onto it. She wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, placed
her hands on his shoulder and began to help him lift herself up. His moans
increased and his breathing became more labored. She sensed fatigue setting
in and tried to help him to the completion of his efforts.
	"Oh, God. Oh, I'm cumming again, Sam. I'm..."
	Sam's hand dove down between her legs again and renewed its efforts
on her clit. Within seconds her clit exploded in orgasm and her body
contracted and shook with each wave.
	Arnold arched his back and his eyes clamped shut. His biceps were
at the point of failure but he couldn't stop. His need to achieve orgasm
far surpassed his muscles' limit of endurance. He pushed himself into the
realms of pain and the increased sensation drove him over the edge. With
loud grunts he began to shoot another load of cum into Sam's cunt. It
immediately ran back down his shaft and balls. As soon as the last violent
load had rocketed out of his cock his arms collapsed and fell to his
side. Sam held on and kept herself from sliding further onto his shaft. She
pumped herself up and down him until he began to soften within her. She
tried to hold him in her as long as she could, but eventually he slipped
out of her, the huge rope of flesh swinging back and forth between his
legs.
	Slowly Sam lowered her feet to the floor, her breasts pressed
tightly against Arnold's still heaving chest. She ran her hands over his
shoulders and down to his completely wasted biceps. They were deep red,
blood-filled and huge. As she massaged them he moaned with pleasure. Slowly
his eyes opened and he looked at her. It took a moment to focus but when he
did he drank in her beauty. Her golden hair was like a halo that fell on
her shoulders. Her deep blue eyes studied his face, looking for signs of
what he was feeling. Very slowly he raised his arms up, a supreme effort
after what they had just been through, placed his hands on her cheeks and
pulled her to him. Their lips met in a kiss that started gentle and small
but grew in passion until they were grasping at each other's body, running
their hands up and down, feeling the huge muscles that lay just beneath
each other's skin. Passion flared up and soon their hips were pumping
against each other again, Arnold's cock thickening and rising, pressing
against Sam's still wanting clit.
	Arnold looked over Sam's shoulder and saw Mr. Ridell standing at
the entrance to the shower room. He was without his basketball and the
front of his trousers displayed the outline of his erect cock. Arnold
wasn't sure when he had returned, but it had obviously been in time to
enjoy their union. Sam turned to see what had attracted Arnold's attention
and her eyes opened wide upon seeing her former mentor. The huge grin on
his face spoke volumes. Together the two of them went over to him and
embraced him between them, pressing their naked bodies to him. He had never
touched either of them in a sexual way in all the years he had known them,
but now he ran his hands over their backs and up to their shoulders, down
their arms and back to their asses, giving each area a healthy squeeze as
he did.
	Sam backed away a step and took Mr. Ridell's hands in hers. She
placed them on her breasts. Mr. Ridell moved his hands over the surface of
her firm mounds and tested the texture and resiliency of them. His attitude
was a cross between the teacher evaluating a students progress and a small
child discovering a new world. The nipples responded immediately to his
touch and she purred as he rubbed and encircled them with his hands.
	She stepped away from him and began a long, slow posing routine she
had been working on. Each muscle group jumped out in full detail as she
turned and twisted her body into amazing contortions designed to show her
attributes to their best advantage. She had never done this routine for
anyone naked before and the thought of displaying her beautifully developed
body for these two men now really turned her on. Each chance she got she
would run her hands over her breasts or down to her clit, flicking and
teasing it in passing.
	Arnold moved to Mr. Ridell and put his huge arm around the man's
shoulder, hugging him to him. They both watched in total fascination as the
woman performed her routine for them, her body seductively flexing and
posing for them. Both of their cocks grew larger and Arnold's began to bob
and weave in front of him. Mr. Ridell looked down at it and saw the massive
tool growing before his eyes. Arnold saw where the man's attentions were
directed. He had always wondered why, in all the years of his working out
with him, all the hundreds of showers and all the many orgasms in this very
room, Mr. Ridell had never touched the huge cock that they constantly
talked about. Arnold took Mr. Ridell's hand and placed it on the shaft of
his growing cock. The man squeezed it hard and returned his attentions to
the incredible display of muscular development before them.
	Sam saw what was happening and began to get hotter. Mr. Ridell's
hand was pumping up and down Arnold's phenomenal cock which was
unbelievably hard again. Her hand strayed down to her crotch and began to
rub her clit in earnest. She continued to pose and flex but the routine
took on a more seductive tone, the poses becoming more and more
explicit. Mr. Ridell's hand began to work Arnold's cock harder and faster
as Arnold stood there in wonder of the sight before him. Sam was making him
so hot he felt he could cum again. But he didn't want to without her.
	He let Mr. Ridell enjoy his cock for a few more moments and then
pulled away from him. He began his own posing routine that he and
Mr. Ridell had worked on, but he also incorporated overtly sexual moves
meant to stimulate the other two observers. His huge cock was thick and
red, angling down between his legs. His scrotum was pulled up tight and his
balls were swollen. He turned away from them and squatted to the floor,
extending one leg out to the side. This allowed a clear view between his
legs and Sam and Mr. Ridell saw that his cock was reaching to the floor. He
slowly pumped his hips and his cock brushed back and forth across the
tiles. He flexed his arms and back and his huge biceps popped up. The
feeling of the recently exhausted muscles as they pumped up and filled with
blood was a turn-on for him and his cock instantly stiffened, rising from
their view.
	He turned back around and continued to display his physique for
them, but now his huge cock was sticking straight out from his abdomen. He
grabbed it with both hands, working them up and down along the thick, hot
shaft. Both Sam and Mr. Ridell's hands moved unconsciously to their own
crotches and began to stimulate themselves. Arnold became hotter, seeing
his two friends react to his display and it drove him on to more outrageous
behavior until his back was arched and his hands were rapidly but lightly
flying up and down his own cock. Every muscle was bulging to its maximum
size as he thrust his hips forward to give them the best effect. His huge
balls swung back and forth with each thrust of his hips and the head of his
cock grew and turned a dark purple. Just before he would have cum he
stopped and quickly changed to a full front pose which he knew was his most
devastating, from practicing for hours in front of the mirror.
	Sam's hand dove deep into her crotch and released yet another
orgasm that was totally beyond her control. Mr. Ridell's hand had been
rapidly moving across his cock within his pants and his hips promptly began
to buck. Arnold held the pose and dared his two friends not to cum. The
sight of this young man with his bulging muscles and unbelievably huge cock
was too much. Neither of them were up to the challenge and they both
achieved orgasms within seconds of each other.
	When they had completed themselves they looked at each
other. Something amazing was in the air. It was charged with an energy they
had never experienced before. And there was this beautiful body with its
beautiful cock throbbing before them. Sam and Mr. Ridell got the same idea
at the same time. They both went to the soap dispenser, got generous
amounts of the slippery liquid on their hands and then moved to Arnold who
was still holding his pose, his muscles shaking with the effort. Each of
them grabbed his cock with both hands and spread the soap along the
blood-engorged shaft, down to his balls and up around the huge, enflamed
head. They then started to pump and squeeze him. Arnold had never had his
cock so completely enclosed before. Within seconds his hips were bucking
and a low deep growl was issuing from his throat. He had worked himself to
quite a frenzy and was very close to cumming.
	His balls began to ache and he grabbed the tops of his friends'
heads to keep from falling over. They worked their hands furiously up and
down the long, hot shaft. Sam moved one hand around to Arnold's
asshole. When she sensed he was just about to cum she jabbed her index
finger up his ass and wormed it around. He let out a loud shout and within
seconds the cum flew from the head of his cock. It shot across the shower
room and landed with a splat. Several more loads of cum followed, each as
large and powerful. Arnold's knees weakened and he slipped to the floor
unconscious. The last few shots of cum drooled out of the head and ran down
the length of his now softening cock.
	Several moments passed as the young man's breathing slowed to a
regular pace. Finally his eyes fluttered open and he gazed up at his two
friends who were hovering over him. He smiled weakly at them and mumbled
something incoherent. Neither Sam or Mr. Ridell could figure out what he
was trying to say. After a little while longer he repeated himself.
	"I want to cum like that every time. I want a finger up my ass
every time I shoot." He turned his gaze to Sam. "Your finger."
	Sam and Mr. Ridell exchanged knowing glances. Neither of them had
told the boy that he and Sam would not be seeing each other again. Both of
them also realized just how hard this was going to be on all three of
them. Sam turned her head away as tears began streaming down her
cheeks. She used the excuse of having to go to the bathroom so Arnold
wouldn't see her crying. No, this was not going to be easy.
	When he had finally regained control of himself he stood, walked
over to the wall and leaned back against it, his beautiful physique at last
relaxed, his cock returning to its flaccid condition, but still
awe-inspiring even in that state. Mr. Ridell sat down on one of the benches
just outside the shower room. Sam returned from the bathroom and moved to
Arnold, leaning forward, pressing her body and lips against him. Her hands
wandered over his huge muscles.
	Arnold looked over at Mr. Ridell who was sitting there shaking his
head. He pushed himself off the wall and went out to his friend. Mr. Ridell
looked up at Arnold, the huge cock mere inches from his face. He reached up
and stroked the soapy tool and sighed heavily.
	"I guess you won't be needing that more comfortable spot you were
asking for earlier, will you?"
	Arnold turned to look at Sam who raised her eyebrows in question.
	"It's up to you, Stud. You're the one who's all soft and mushy."
	Arnold studied the beautiful woman before him and the thought of
joining with her one more time caused a stirring in his loins. He flexed
his sphincter muscles and his huge cock jumped. Sam moaned with desire. She
wanted one last go around with this sex machine and she wanted it with a
bit more control. She also wanted him on top of her where she could watch
his magnificent body as it fucked her.
	"Come on, Stud. Let's get you rinsed off and we'll do this thing
right."
	Arnold returned to the shower and Sam turned on the nozzle next to
the soap dispenser. The sharp needles of water hit his body and rinsed the
soap off. Sam joined him under the stimulating stream, allowing the water
to jab and tickle her body. She moved her hands over Arnold's body, wiping
the soap off and enjoying the feeling of his powerful muscles. When he was
clean Arnold returned the favor, letting his hands seek out every part of
her anatomy, studying her curves and contours, her hard, firm spots and
soft, delicate secrets.
	By the time they were completely washed and rinsed they had
stimulated each other to a level of almost uncontrollable passion. Arnold's
cock was unbelievably hard again, Sam's nipples were so erect they ached,
her cunt was flowing with juices. They were constantly rubbing and
caressing each other, their lips meeting in deep, wet kisses.
	Arnold turned the water off and lifted Sam into his arms. He gave
her one last, deep, penetrating, soul shattering kiss and then turned to
Mr. Ridell.
	"I need a bed to lay this beautiful woman on."
	Mr. Ridell looked at the magnificent sight before him. He had never
suspected that his two protegˇs would end up this developed, either in
body or spirit. There was no doubting that something unusual was
happening. The energy that surrounded this sexual union was dynamic,
palpable, a powerful force. He had never seen such an incredible bond
between two people. He thought it almost might be worth going against his
better judgment, encouraging these two to stay together, just to see what
would happen. But he knew better things would be in store for each of them
if they went their separate ways. He said nothing, but headed for the
locker room door. Arnold followed, his arms filled with Sam's muscular,
sexually-charged body.
	Mr. Ridell peeked out into the gym to make sure the coast was clear
and then signaled for the two lovers to follow him. About ten feet further
down the wall was another door which was used to store gym equipment. One
end of the room was stacked with mats. Mr. Ridell had pulled several of
them down and made a low bed out of them. He had gone to the dispensary and
gotten the bedding off of the nurse's cot. The room was industrial, poorly
lit, stuffy and hot. The two muscular youths couldn't have cared less.
	Arnold carried Sam over to the stack of mats and laid her gently
down, his muscles bulging as he handled her body as though it weighed mere
pounds. Sam's hands stroked his huge arms, feeling the power of his
swelling muscles. She ran her hands across his face, pulling his lips to
hers and joining, once again, in a long passionate kiss. Mr. Ridell closed
the door and locked it from the inside.
	With Sam on her back on the mats, Arnold moved around between her
legs which were spread wide, ready to accept him into her. His hands idly
stroked his huge cock as he studied the image before him. Her hands moved
to her own breasts and began to knead them in time with his movements. Very
quickly the pace of their actions and the energy level in the room picked
up.
	Sam brought her hands down to her cunt and inserted two fingers
into the steamy slit, making sure she was as lubricated as
possible. Although she wanted his cock in her in the worst way, she needed
to remind him about not hurting her by plunging his full length into her.
	"Be careful with that big cock of yours, Stud. It's a lot longer
than I am deep, and you could do some serious hurting if you get too
carried away."
	Arnold looked down at his huge member and, for the first time in
his life, wished he were half the length he was. He wanted to let himself
go without having to worry about the possibility of harming this remarkable
woman. He knew that, were he able to just drop all his cares, this would be
a fuck like there had never been before. He wanted to make the earth
shake. He wanted to make the stars spin in the sky. He wanted to create a
new thing, a new energy, an new kind of union between two people. There had
to be a way. He could feel an incredible urgency and a certain destiny
welling up in him. In a small but complicated way the world would not be
the same after he and Sam were through this afternoon.
	The first drops of cum began to drip from the head of his dark,
throbbing cock as he anticipated this final union with his lover. Already
Sam's hips were beginning to rock with the expectation of his shaft once
again stretching her cunt to the limits of pleasure. She pulled her fingers
from inside herself and stretched her arms out, entreating him to enter
her.
	Arnold dropped to his knees and grabbed the end of his cock. He
shuffled forward but did not lower himself to her. Instead he waved his
huge tool back and forth between her legs, teasing her. Her hips began to
rise and she arched her back, her muscles tightening to wonderful knots of
power. She raised her back off the mat by shear strength and matched the
level of his cock. Her magnificent breasts rode atop her chest, two firm,
delicious mounds of flesh jutting up proudly into the air. The smell of her
cunt filled the air and Arnold took several deep breaths, savoring the
mind-wracking odor.
	He could stand it no longer. He moved forward and guided his cock
into her upraised cunt. He made several small thrusts to make sure he was
wet enough not to hurt her and then surged forward keeping his hand around
the base of his cock to make sure he didn't go in too far. As he entered
her he squeezed his cock and the sensation almost made him pass out
again. His head swam and his balls began to churn.
	Sam received his cock with a passion and joy that completely
overcame her. Her muscles tightened, her body arched, her mind flooded with
sensations that swept over her and carried her off. From the instant his
cock came in contact with her, waves of pleasure began shooting out from
her cunt to the far reaches of her body. She luxuriated in the heat of his
cock as it filled her again and again.
	"Oh, fuck me, Stud. Oh, fuck me with that big cock. Ooooo! Big
cock. Fuck me hard. Oh, that's it. That's it. Oh, God! Oh my God! Don't
stop. Oh, shit. Oh, yeah. Deeper. I want more. Gimme more! Fuck me more!
Oh, you're so big. So big! Oooooo! Oooooo! Oh, touch my clit. Touch me!
Aaaaagggggghhhh. Harder. Rub me harder. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh God! Oh God! Harder! Harder! Oh, big cock! Big Fucking
Cock!!!! Oh God, I'm cumming. Don't Stop!
I'm. . . I'm. . . I'm. . . Ah!... Ah!.. Unh!... Unh!... Unh!... Unh!... Unh!... Unh!... Unh!... Unh!... Unh!... Unh!"
	A quick, violent orgasm shot through her body, her cunt exploding
in a shattering climax. Arnold's cock continued to drive away and she
rejoiced in the knowledge that it would be some time before he achieved his
own orgasm. She wanted him to continue to fill her with his huge cock
forever, and was sure he could, too.
	Sam looked up at him through the gap between her two breasts as
they shook and heaved with each thrust of his cock, the nipples growing
still harder and bigger. Every square inch of her skin was beginning to
tingle and the air she breathed seemed charged with an energy that drove
her on past this orgasm to one she felt would be even more incredible. She
began to lower her hips, knowing that in the state Arnold was in he would
have to follow her. She wanted him on top of her, his bulging muscles where
she could grasp and claw and knead and rub them.
	Arnold sensed she wanted him nearer her and took his finger off her
clit, bending forward to place his hands on the mats on either side of
her. It was like the last piece of the puzzle falling into place. After all
the different combinations and positions they had tried, suddenly the whole
idea of two bodies joining together, in an incredible, orchestrated
movement, became clear. He sensed her fascination with his muscles and
lifted himself off of her just enough so that only his chest and arms would
be supporting his upper body. His pecs and triceps swelled and her hands
immediately moved to them, her fingernails digging into his skin, sending
incredible shocks through him. The closer the feeling got to pain the more
his entire body felt. She knew just where that line was between pain and
incredible sensation and she kept him there with each move of her hand,
each dig of her nails.
	Sweat began to run down over his body and coat his skin with a
shimmering layer of wetness. Sam's body, too, was covered and their
gleaming skin only raised the sense of excitement in them both. Arnold
occasionally lowered himself down so that his pumping body could slide
across Sam's sweat coated breasts, her nipples erect and incredibly
sensitive. As they rubbed against his pectorals she shuddered and moaned,
pressing her chest up into his pecs to further increase the sensation.
	Soon his muscles began fatiguing and his body took over as it
pressed towards the final rep. His breathing became regular, his
concentration turned inward, he focused the effort on the muscles being
used and isolated their movement. Just as the fatigue in his biceps had
done previously in the shower room, the sensation in his pecs and triceps
now drove him to heights of concentration and exertion which would send him
catapulting towards a massive, uncontrollable orgasm.
	Sam could feel the power of his chest and arms. She felt his cock
within her begin to expand. As his rhythm became steadier and his breathing
more deep she knew he was about to cum. She turned her head and made eye
contact with Mr. Ridell. She wasn't able to express herself but hoped he
would know what it was she wanted. He nodded to her and moved around behind
the completely oblivious Arnold.
	Slowly the energy within her cunt began to gather again, but this
time there was no direct stimulation of the clitoris. Just the incredible
girth of his cock and his powerful thrusts combined with the unbelievable
sensation of his huge, sweat-covered muscles writhing and bulging under her
hands was driving her to her final, staggering climax. Her hands couldn't
get enough of his powerful mounds of muscle. They shot here and there,
sliding over the slippery surface, not knowing where to go or how long to
stay on each bundle of hyper-developed fiber. And with each movement of her
hands she triggered new sensations within him that drove him higher and
higher. This was the combination that sent him over the top: intense
physical exertion combined with an uncontrollable drive towards orgasm. He
became a pistoning, heated machine, thrashing and thrusting toward his
ultimate explosion.
	His grunts of exertion grew louder and raised in pitch with each
thrust forward of his hips. Finally he was bellowing and howling as the
sensations within him and Sam became too much. He thrust his hips forward
once more and his head flew back, his eyes bulged open, his gigantic
muscles swelled, his hips ground into Sam's pelvis and he froze for a brief
moment. Sam arched her back and lifted Arnold up off the mats, every muscle
in her own incredible body reaching towards that final effort. The moment
hung in time, as though they had suddenly become a photograph. . . and then
their bodies burst into a renewed effort that made all before pale in
comparison.
	Sam's hips heaved and thrashed, driving her cunt onto his cock
further than she should have been able to go. She was uncontrolled. Her
movements were furious. Arnold became a blur of effort, his cock moving in
and out of her so fast that, despite the depths to which he was entering
her, she had no time to react to it.
	Mr. Ridell stood behind Arnold and watched as his beautiful,
muscular ass flexed and pumped against Sam. When he judged the moment was
right he moved his hand up to that pumping, flexing mound of flesh and
rammed his index and middle fingers up Arnold's asshole. The boy let out a
blood-curdling scream and a final torrent of cum thundered up his shaft and
splattered against the inside of Sam's cunt.
	Sam rocketed to an orgasm the likes of which she had never even
dreamed of experiencing. Wave after wave of delicious passion flowed
through her body and her juices mixed with Arnold's cum and flowed out of
her onto the mats. Her cunt grasped and sucked at his cock, driving him far
above and beyond any reality which he had ever experienced before. The pain
in his muscles turned to something else, an energy that took on an
existence of its own. It picked him up and carried him through the orgasm,
holding his body above Sam far longer than the muscles, themselves, could
have possibly endured. It was as though, having finally found an identity
of its own, the energy of their sex refused to be put to rest.
	Eventually, though, the feelings of pleasure began to subside and
their movements did as well. Arnold gave his cock one final thrust and he
collapsed on top of Sam. Mr. Ridell slowly pulled his fingers out of the
boy's tight asshole and sat back down on the end of the pile of mats. Sam
wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, clasping and grabbing in a
desperate attempt to sustain the incredible sensations which continued to
wrack her body. She had no control of herself and began to cry. Too many
sensations, piled one on top of the other, made it impossible to hold back
the sadness which swept through her in contemplation of separating from
this incredible lover.
	Arnold's chest began to shudder in silent sobbing as well. He had
not been prepared for what had happened to him today. The tensions of the
previous twenty-four hours combined with the incredible experience of his
sexual encounters with Sam were more than his mind had been taught to
handle. They embraced and cried into each others shoulders for many
minutes. Eventually their lips found each other and they kissed urgently,
hungrily.
	Sam suddenly stopped and held his face away so that she could see
him.
	"You know." It was a statement. He nodded. "How?"
	"It's just the way it has to be, right?"
	"But how did you know?" she demanded again.
	"Why else would you be so sad at a time like this?"
	They embraced again and cried all the more. Both of them had hoped
that they might be wrong, that it didn't have to be this way. But the fact
that they both knew made it a certainty.
	Arnold lifted himself up off her body in one final, Herculean
effort, his huge pecs swelling. Sam melted at the view. He rolled off her
and looked back at Mr. Ridell.
	"I don't think there is anything I could do to repay you. Thank
you. Thank you." He reached out and pulled the old man down onto the mats
between himself and Sam. They both turned him around onto his back and then
drew their bodies up against his, pressing themselves to him in an intense
hug.
	Slowly, tentatively, his hands began to roam over the surfaces of
his two former students' bodies. In all the years he had spent with these
two he had never enjoyed feeling the fruits of his and their labors. Now he
explored their muscles, feeling the strength within. Sam and Arnold sat up
and presented their bodies to him proudly, openly, relishing in the feeling
of his explorations. As his hand touched each body part they flexed and
pumped for him. His actions became more intense, more bold. His cock got
harder and thicker and his hips began to pump. Both Sam and Arnold reached
down and squeezed him through his pants and he immediately let loose with a
body-wracking orgasm.
	Sam leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek. Arnold,
after seeing what she was about to do, joined her. They both kissed their
dear friend and then their lips met above him for a final, deep kiss. When
they parted they heard the first sounds of deep, heavy breathing. They
looked down and smiled. Mr. Ridell had fallen fast asleep.
	Slowly they got up so as to not disturb the slumbering man. They
unlocked the door, peeked out to make sure no one else was in the gym, and
then scooted around into the boy's locker room for one last trip to the
showers.