Authors: Tara Rose
“Are you all right?” asked Thayer, nuzzling her neck.
“Yes,” she whispered. This was the most erotic thing she’d ever done.
“If anything scares you, or you need to change positions, or you simply want us to stop, all you need to do is say so. Understood?”
Evan moved into her line of vision. “We’re not going to hurt you, Cherilyn. We only want to make you squirm with pleasure.”
Hands were on her back, her ass cheeks, and her thighs, caressing and squeezing and groping. Cherilyn moaned and struggled against the bonds, but they’d done a great job, considering. She couldn’t move very much. A hard slap came down on each ass cheek at the same time, and she realized they were both spanking her together. The image was so damn sexy that she cried out as tiny contractions filled her pussy.
Every few smacks they’d go back to caressing her, and soon her ass cheeks were stinging nicely, but it didn’t really hurt. She had a lot of muscle back there. But it aroused her more than she’d have ever believed, and she wanted more.
“We need something stronger,” muttered Thayer.
She couldn’t see them, but she heard them rummaging around the gym. When they finally finished, Thayer moved into her line of vision and held up a thin resistance band with grips at either end. “This might sting nicely. What do you think?”
Cherilyn just stared at it. He doubled it up and swung it against her right ass cheek so only the band struck her, and she yelped at the sting. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes. Yes it stings.”
“More than my hand?”
“Good.” He gave her a quick rough kiss and she moaned into his mouth. When he released it, he gave her a sexy grin and then moved aside to let Evan show her what he intended to use on her ass.
“This isn’t weighted, but it should get the job done.” He held up a wooden dowel rod, and before Cherilyn could say anything, he struck her across both ass cheeks with it. It hurt like crazy, but she loved the heavy thudding sensation.
Both men moved out of her line of vision and she tensed, waiting. They took turns, and soon her ass cheeks were seriously on fire, and her pussy was sopping wet. She rocked her hips into the board with each strike and discovered that she could massage her clit by doing so. As her climax built, fueled by the burning on her ass cheeks, the guys must have realized what she was doing.
Thayer moved close to her left ear. “We haven’t given you permission to come, Cherilyn. If you do, we’ll add so many swats you’ll be begging us to stop. Understood?”
“Yes.” She nearly came at the sound of his voice. From that point on, it became more of a struggle to prevent her impending climax than to handle the pain in her ass cheeks. Her cries filled the space, echoing against the walls as they continued torturing her ass.
The pain was intense, but the pleasure it produced was unlike anything she’d felt before. It was like a crazy rush of endorphins from a seriously ass-kicking workout, times ten. Tears rolled down her cheeks as emotions rose to the surface and spilled over. When they finally stopped, she was panting and sweat dripped down her back and arms.
“Very good, Cherilyn.” Thayer planted soft kisses on her left ass cheek and Evan did the same on her right.
“Rock your hips back a bit,” said Evan. She did, and then she heard Thayer move away. When he returned, he positioned a large, rolled-up towel under her hips so that her ass was now up in the air. “That’s better.” Evan cupped her pussy from behind and Cherilyn screamed. She was so close to orgasm that she didn’t think she could hold off any longer.
“What do you want?” asked Thayer, trailing his fingers along the side of her breast. “Tell us.”
“Let me come…please…”
“What do you think, Evan?”
He rubbed a finger along her ass crack, slowly past her wetness, and over her clit. It began to contract in tiny spasms, and Cherilyn tried to get free of her bonds, but it was pointless. “Well, I don’t know.”
“Oh, God, please,” she yelled. “Please. I’ll do anything you want.”
Evan chuckled. “Cherilyn, you’d better not say that. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“I don’t care. I mean it. Just please…please let me come.”
“Okay,” said Thayer. “Let her come, Evan. And then we’ll make her remember she did say ‘anything.’”
Cherilyn’s screams were so loud she was certain they could be heard outside. Evan rubbed her clit and pushed two long fingers into her pussy. The orgasm went on forever, and still he didn’t stop. Thayer took a turn, and she began to moan again, but not only from pleasure. They were going to torture her with climaxes.
“Let’s turn her around.” Evan’s voice was raspy and thick.
They untied her, gave her some water to drink, and made sure she had no wounds on her wrists or ankles from the bands. She asked to use the bathroom, and Thayer told her if she wasn’t back in ninety seconds he’d put her over his knee and spank her so hard she’d cry. She believed him.
When she returned, they tied her to the board again, facing them this time. They’d also decreased the incline so that she was almost lying flat now. Thayer moved a weight bench over to sit on and began to suck her nipples, pulling on them and gently biting them. All Cherilyn could do was close her eyes and let the sensations wash over her.
Evan knelt between her legs and began to lick her pussy then her clit. He pushed his fingers inside her again and she couldn’t take any more. It was so overwhelming, and she’d never been this aroused. What would it feel like if they fucked her? She’d probably pass out. When they changed places she knew she was in deep, deep trouble. They could keep this up for hours, apparently. How would ordinary sex with one man ever compare to this?
Thayer kissed her, and then he straddled her chest and teased her lips with the head of his dick. She’d never given anyone a blow job while restrained, and a sliver of fear tried to push its way in, but she sent it packing. He wouldn’t hurt her. She was certain of it. She opened her mouth to let his dick inside, and he groaned loudly as she closed her lips around it.
She heard the sound of a condom wrapper. Where had those come from? Did it matter? Evan gently slid his dick into her pussy and Cherilyn tried to scream, but of course she couldn’t. He fucked her slowly, rubbing her clit with his fingers at the same time, and her climax was crazy when it came.
Thayer fucked her mouth gently, and when he pulled out he kissed her roughly and deeply for long moments. She watched him put on a condom, and then Evan pulled out of her pussy and tore off his condom. He straddled her chest, and she took his dick into her mouth as Thayer plunged his into her pussy.
Cherilyn had watched enough porn to wonder what this would be like, and she’d always imagined it would be cold and clinical. It wasn’t. It was emotional and amazing, and it felt so fucking good that she could barely breathe. When Evan pulled out of her mouth he gazed at her with so much tenderness in his eyes that she almost started to cry. He kissed her gently and then Thayer pulled out of her pussy and took off his condom.
The men exchanged a quick glance, and then a wide grin spread across Thayer’s face as he picked up two thin resistance bands and tossed one to Evan.
“What are you going to do with those?”
“You said ‘anything.’” Thayer’s voice held a note of warning. “Are you going back on your word, Cherilyn?”
“Don’t be afraid.” Evan’s voice was as full of tenderness as was his gaze. “If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”
“Don’t like what?”
“This.” Thayer doubled up the band as he’d done before and slapped her left breast with it. She let out a gasp and was shocked to find that although it really stung, it also sent her arousal to insane heights. “She likes it.”
Evan hit her right breast, and then the men struck them both together. Cherilyn was out of her mind with need. When Evan moved between her legs and brought the band down on her pussy, her moans and cries became whimpers as she begged them again to let her come.
They didn’t hit her nipples and pussy with the bands as long as they’d spanked her ass cheeks, but when they were done, her entire body was on fire again. Both men put on condoms and took turns fucking her pussy rough and hard. The orgasm tore through her, draining her of all coherent thought. All she could do was stare at their gorgeous faces, straining with need, while they took turns slamming into her.
“Cherilyn, we’re going to come on your tits.” Thayer’s voice came out in quick gasps.
With a groan, he pulled out of her pussy, tore off his condom, and stood next to her left breast, pulling on his dick. Evan took off his condom as well, and then stood on the other side of her and did the same thing to his cock. She was fascinated watching the veins stand out on their necks and the muscles bulge in their forearms as they stroked and pulled.
Within minutes, two hot streams of cum shot onto her nipples and abs. She sighed and watched their faces, wondering how she’d ever be able to look them in the eyes again when life returned to normal and she was once again only a gym member. And she’d certainly never look at this incline board, or resistance bands, in quite the same way.
They untied her, moved the board into a flat position, and took turns holding her on their laps and stroking her soaked hair, back and bruised ass cheeks. They kissed her mouth and her sore nipples. She hadn’t expected such loving, tender gestures afterwards, and it made her sad to realize that by tomorrow, this would probably be no more than an erotic memory for both of them.
“We’d better get dressed,” said Thayer. “Do you need a ride home?”
She shook her head, wishing she could think of something magical to say that would prolong the evening. But both men were already putting the equipment back in its place, and glancing around at the mess from the benefit that they’d left before starting this adventure with her.
“We didn’t finish cleaning up,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
“Well I’m not,” said Evan. “We’ll finish in the morning before we open. Cherilyn, thank you.” He pulled her into his arms and she had to dig her nails into her palms not to cry. When Thayer did the same, Cherilyn thought she was going lose it, and she pulled out of his embrace.
“I’ll go and get dressed.” She forced her feet to keep moving toward the storeroom, even though she had the feeling once again that they were watching her. She scooped up her workout clothes and took them into the locker room. Once she was dressed again, she retrieved her dress and purse from her locker and went back out into the gym.
The guys were already dressed and busy cleaning up the decorations that had been put up around the gym. “Are you sure you don’t want some help?” She sounded desperate. Surely they would notice.
“No.” Evan smiled at her, but it was more of an indulgent grin, not the sexy smiles he’d given her mere minutes ago. She could still taste his mouth on hers and feel his cock inside her. “We’re just getting this crepe paper off the sprinklers for the night. Go home and get some sleep, Cherilyn.”
“All set,” said Thayer. He clapped Evan on the back. “Let’s get out of here. It’s been a long day.” He turned his gaze to Cherilyn, but gone was the lust in his eyes. Now, he merely looked agitated, as if he couldn’t wait to get out of this building. “Want us to walk you out?”
She shook her head. It took every ounce of strength she had not to cry. “I’ll be fine. Thank you, both of you.”
“No, thank you, Cherilyn. It was wonderful.”
Yes, it had been. But it would never be repeated, and clearly they weren’t interested in anything else. Cherilyn had never had a one-night stand in her life, and certainly not with two guys. How the hell would she ever look them in the eyes again? Why didn’t this stupid one-horse town have another gym? How would she walk in here again without feeling like the biggest chump ever born?
“Good night.” She gave them one last desperate glance, but it was clear from the way they averted their gazes and shifted their bodies that they wanted her to leave. She pushed open the doors and sucked in huge gulps of cool night air. A soft breeze blew off the river, bringing with it the smell of fish and other things she couldn’t identify, but that were so familiar they comforted her. She’d lived with these smells her entire life. She’d lived in this town her entire life. Every memory she had was here.
She glanced back toward the gym as she slid into her car and realized they’d been right. She couldn’t see a thing inside with the lights off. As Cherilyn started to cry and put the car into drive, she was relieved to know that at the very least, no one in Racy would ever know that she’d just made a fucking fool of herself with Evan Rydell and Thayer Denning. She could hold this secret in her heart for the rest of her life without ever having to be embarrassed by it or enduring everyone’s sideways pity glances as they whispered how the lonely, horny widow of Chuck Barker had fucked both owners of The Fit Bod one night.
Cherilyn didn’t drive straight home. She passed the cemetery, even though it took her five miles out of her way. She didn’t get out of her car because it was two in the morning and this wasn’t the best time to go tramping among graves in the dark, but it didn’t matter. She knew where Chuck’s grave was. She sat in her car with the window down, and whispered to him that she was sorry for what she’d done, and that she hoped he wasn’t laughing at her right now.
By the time she got home, Oak Street was as quiet as the cemetery had been. She pulled into the driveway of her town house and went inside. She was too tired to do anything except brush her teeth, peel off her clothes, and crawl under the covers. But it was a long time before she fell asleep. Images of Thayer’s eyes and Evan’s grin filled her mind, and when she finally did drift off to sleep, the memories of what she’d done with them haunted her dreams.
Thayer tried to sleep but it was pointless. The look on Cherilyn’s face just before she’d turned and walked out of the gym tonight wouldn’t leave his consciousness. She’d looked like she was ready to jump out of her skin, and he’d assumed that was because she’d been embarrassed by what they’d all just done.