A day at the gym

"Well, here we are. This is my gym."

"Your gym?"

"You know what I mean. Not MY gym, just the gym I go to."

"Aww, and here I was thinking by dad owned two successful businesses."

Dean jabbed his daughter in the ribs. It was a playful prodding, a comeback and finality to their usual banter. Heather squealed and jumped away.

"Lack of ownership aside; this is one of my favorite places. Especially in the morning."

"Nice and quiet?"

"Yup."

The gym was a red brick building that originally served as a fire hall. After it's time serving the community it continued to see sweaty men working poles in the form of a male strip club called Heat. Now the poles were gone but the sweat remained. Vulkans Gym; Forge a New You.

"It has regular hours for the public, but members have twenty four hour access." Dean tapped his key against the door and pulled it open. "After you."

Heather found herself in a small, empty lobby. To one side were the change rooms and signs pointing to a steam room around the corner, to the other was the gym itself.

"I guess we should get changed and get to it then."

Heather nodded and pulled up her top. Modest breasts fell free of thin white fabric, light brown nipples stood stiff in the air conditioned lobby. She hooked her thumbs into the band of her shorts and started pulling down.

"Um, pumpkin? A bit risky to change in the lobby. There's a security camera right up there."

The teen stopped pulling at her bottoms, her landing strip of brown pubic hair clearly visible. She turned to face the glass bubble in top corner of the room and smiled.

"So?" She bounced on her feet and pulled further at her shorts to fully expose her virgin pussy to the camera. "As long as no one has any reason to check the tapes then no one will catch us."

"Us?"

"Yes, us. It's about time you joined me." The daughter pulled her shorts down to stand naked but for her sneakers in the empty lobby. Her eyes wandered across her fathers body. "The sooner you change the sooner we can work up a sweat."

Dean couldn't control himself. He didn't have the preexisting exhibitionist attitude or divinely granted comfort his daughter had but he was adventurous and Heather was proving to be an influence. He wasn't sure if it was positive or negative, but it was an influence.

He pulled off his shirt. Though not a body builder the thirty eight year old was still in great shape. Shoes and pants were kicked off to leave him naked and at half mast in the public area. His cock, longer than average and noticeable for it's girth, drooped more than hung for the blood pumping through it. A single bead of precum glistened at it's tip.

Heather stopped dressing herself to stare. "If you had custody when I was in highschool, my girl friends..."

"They into older men?"

She bit her lip. "Some of us are, yeah. I uh, I might introduce you some time."

After some more ogling and teasing the two left the lobby to get started on their workout. Heather had dressed her lower body in tight black gym shorts. The band of a high cut thong, orange in color, rode her hips in clear view. Her chest was compressed in an orange sports bra and her hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. Dean wore teal shorts and a loose tank.

"So, I have a routine, but..."

"No need to change up what you do. This isn't my first time in a gym. You can do your thing and I can do mine."

They parted ways and started their workouts in an open room labeled 'The Cardio Cave'.

Every machine faced towards a mirror covered wall. The sporty teen hopped up onto a cycling machine lined up closest to the mirror, a man just barely old enough to be her father started up a treadmill at the opposite wall. They were joined a few minutes later by a man in his mid twenties. He, like Dean before him, started a treadmill and he, like Dean before him, found it difficult to look anywhere but the barely legal ass on the other side of the room.

The girls workout had grown increasingly intense as time went on and her position had changed accordingly. Instead of using the seat she stood on the pedals to push with greater **** against the resistance of the machine. Her ass, firm and muscular, round and perky, was put on display by the pose. It rocked and flexed along with her movement. Both men were held transfixed by the sight. Heather was aware of the stares, even without the mirrored wall directly in front of her she would have still guessed at being admired.

The looks started a fire in her. They were looks of interest, of lust. She wasn't a pretty girly girl with huge tits, a bouncing ass, flowing hair and a dolled up face. But still they looked and lusted. It made her feel wanted. Feminine. Happy. The teen stopped to take a breather and pulled at her shorts. They were tossed to the side to leave her lower modesty protected only by her orange thong. It rode high on the sides and low in the front and rear. A tight garment that her perky butt could still swallow.

There was a crash from the far side of the room.

The younger man had gone slack jawed at the sight and lost pace with his treadmill. First his feet were pulled out from under him, then he was ejected onto the floor. Dean, freed of the trance, couldn't help but laugh as he pulled the younger man up to his feet.

"You ok there bud?"

"I- yeah I'm good..."

The two were again hypnotized by the teenage ass across the room. Heather had taken a moment to look and laugh at the younger man wiping out, but she had since returned to her workout. Her world faded away as she focused more on the excercise than on teasing. It was her and the machine. Her breath, her muscles, her sweat. Her skin glistened with it.

Dean was reminded that his daughter was a high school track and field star only a few months earlier. He'd felt her grip before and knew she was no slouch, but it was plain as day she focused heavily on cardio and lower body workouts.

"I- well I should get back to-"

"Yeah, yeah..."

The men both left the Cardio Cave to continue their workouts in the next room; 'Weight World'. There was one other gym goer present, an older man in his late fifties doing pull ups. He was fit for his age and obviously the sort to take care of himself. Dean sat at a press machine, the younger man took up free weights. In the absence of distraction the three strangers were free to focus on their excercises.

That was, of course, until distraction came.

Heather didn't mean to distract them, not at first. She came into the room and sat at a leg press. It only took a few reps for the men to notice long, toned, glistening legs leading to a barely concealed cunt and a firm, slim belly. Three workouts slowed to a crawl while the girl pumped her legs against the machine.

Again there came a crash from across the room.

The young man, his eyes trying desperately to watch the girl without being too obvious, had dropped one of his barbells while trying to put it back on its rack. The sound shattered the hold the nubile young body held on the other two men and allowed them to refocus on their own excercises. The younger man cursed and knelt to retrieve the weight. He then froze. There, next to him, at eye level, was the barely concealed womanhood of the teen teaser. So close he could see just how low the orange thong rode on her front side.

Dean continued his workout but kept an eye on his daughter while she skipped over to the young man. He looked startled at first, then he stood and offered his hand. She shook it, said something that made him turn red, then began to point. First to her chest, then to her crotch. The young man said something and tried to look away, but he obviously couldn't take his eyes off her. Heather stamped her foot and again pointed to her chest, then crotch. The young man seemed incapable of forming a response. The teen then hooked one thumb under the front of her sports bra and another over the front of her thong. In a single motion she pulled one up and the other down to flash both her tits and her pussy to the young man. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and elsewhere in the room Dean could hear the older man trip and swear.

Heather left her top up and thong pulled slightly down while she continued to talk to the younger man. His attempts to look away and difficulty replying frustrated her further. The teen took one of the mans hands and slapped it against her chest. She held it there, forcing him to grope her modest breast. He didn't fight and, after a minute, started to get into it. That was the moment Heather spun on her heel and walked away.

Dean heard a gasp and 'oh fuck' from the direction of the older man. His daughter took her time adjusting her top as she approached. She stopped next to his machine with her thong still mostly down, her brown bolt of hair fully exposed and leading the eye to a virgin mound barely covered by orange fabric.

"Can you believe that guy?"

"Yeah, that guy. Wait, what about him?"

"Well, I felt bad about making him wipe out earlier, so I introduced myself and offered to flash him. Tits or pussy, his choice."

"Alright. Not a common offer but sure, I could see how that could make it up to him."

"Right? Anyway, Victor tried telling me, he's Victor by the way, he tried telling me it was fine and I shouldn't worry about it. But I could see him checking me out and I knew he wanted to look and I told him it was fine."

"I guess he was just trying to be a gentleman."

"And I don't have a problem with that. Which is why I flashed him both."

"And the groping?"

"Well, that wasn't as innocent."

"I don't think anything you've done today is innocent."

Heather slugged him in the arm.

"I saw him turn red and get all flustered and I liked teasing him."

"Which is why you turned away the moment he got over himself."

She nodded.

"Well Pumpkin, I've gotta say you put on a good show. I know that older guy over there liked it. But you've got to remember to be careful with the teasing. Not everyone is going to let you just walk away after a display like that."

"I- well, yeah, I know. I've dealt with douchebags and assholes before and I think I'm pretty good at spotting them. I mean, if a guy has anything in common with the men that whore brought through the house I lose all interest. I never would have let Victor touch me if I thought he'd be a dick or creep about it. I wouldn't have even approached him or taken my shorts off in the first place."

"So long as you're staying safe and keeping dangers in mind."

"I am, but thanks for looking out for me dad." She kissed his cheek. "Let's get back to our workouts."

She took her position on a machine opposite her fathers, her thong still riding low...

Later, in the steam room

The heat and humidity hit Heather like a wall as she stepped into the steam room. It was a moderately sized space with benches along its walls, a water heater in its center and a wooden finish. A grey haze hung in the air, through it she could see three men relaxing with towels wrapped around their waists.

The first man was younger, in his early to mid twenties. Victor. He was tall, broad and muscular. Short blonde hair, strong features and a hairless body. He came across as the sort of person that worked out their glam muscles, that focused on appearance over performance. His body did not match his behavior. From his beach bod alone the teen figured he'd be full of himself, a real douche. Instead he blushed when she talked to him, tried vainly to look away from her indecency and did his best to be a gentleman. She liked him, but she still wasn't sure what to make of him.

Next to the younger man was her father, Dean. Also tall, also broad. His features were sharp, his hair short and brown. There were a few grey hairs at his temples, but other then that he was still quite youthful. He followed a balanced training regiment that focused on full body exercise. Despite not being as obviously muscular as the younger man her father still came across as manlier. His chest, arms and legs were dark with hair. A trail led down his belly to what she already knew to be a thick piece of musky masculinity. He was just the sort of older man she and her friends would talk and fantasize about.

Then there was the actually older man. Grey hair on his head and torso. Some wrinkles and lines. He was at least fifteen years her fathers senior but still in good health. The older man was barrel chested and showed signs of a powerful core. She imagined him to have had a youth spent lumberjacking or wrestling bears. He was a bit old for her tastes, but a part of her still wondered what sort of things he would do if given the chance.

The three noticed the eighteen year old as she sat on the bench across from them. Young, barely five feet in height, her short brown hair still wet from a shower. The humidity of the steam room made her towel immediately cling to her slim, athletic body. It did a lot to hide her modest B cup, but that wasn't much of a concern. All three of those men had already seen her breasts.

That was a fact sitting front and center in her mind.

Heather let her towel fall about her waist after taking a seat. Sweat had already beaded on her modest chest, it ran down between her perky tits. Her nipples, light brown and a bit larger than normal, glistened in the steamy haze. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall. The room felt good, great even. Her muscles relaxed in the heat and humidity and she with them.

Knees parted. The towel, having been wrapped around her torso, didn't cover much below her waist. It rode up quickly as the space between her legs grew. She could feel it; three pairs of eyes staring intently at the delicate flower just barely covered by retreating fabric. Her one hand found its way up her side and began to grope and massage her exposed chest. The other slid down her thigh to rest in her lap. First it simply applied a bit of pressure, then came the rubbing. The thick towel cushioned her attempt at relief and was pulled aside. Two fingers slid up her womanhood to rest, press and circle her button. Heather's masturbation was light, innocent and not wholly an act. She really was gentle with her pussy, treating it like something special. A massage for a gift she one day hoped to give someone special. There was a soft shudder, a delicate moan and cooing. It wasn't a mind blowing, screaming orgasm, but it was special in it's own way.

The teen opened her eyes.

She didn't know who whipped it out first, but three cocks were plainly visible on the other side of the room. The men had each unfolded their towels and begun stroking themselves. The young man, average sized and hairless. The older man, a decent size and still semi hard, but getting there. Her father, longer than normal and thick, his balls heavy, hairy, masculine. They all touched themselves to her. They were all excited, aroused, by her.

"More..." It came as a whisper none could hear.

Heather rolled and lifted one leg onto the bench to show off her bottom. Her hand slid down her side, traced her hip and ass and made it's way to her puckered back door. One finger, then two. They went in easy and started pumping. She had masturbated with her ass countless times since that first night in her fathers apartment where whimsy and thoughtless urges drove her to self sodomy. It wasn't enough. It wasn't the more she wanted. Three fingers, four. The teens digits were bundled together to form an irregular penetrator. The gentleness was gone, there was no more delicate touching. She shoved her fingers into her ass, spread them around, moved them up and down and side to side. The girl didn't even notice her own moans. They were loud, guttural. Like those of a bitch in heat.

Five fingers.

Her thumb joined the bundle as she pushed her hand against her stretching asshole. Wider, wider. Heather **** herself wider than ever before as more of her hand slid into her unnaturally lubricated hole. There was a moment as her rim reached its limit over her knuckles that she almost worried. It didn't hurt. There was no pain and no damage, her father had seen to that. But she knew that without his changes, his blessings, that she would be screaming at that point.

She screamed anyway.

Not in pain or fear, but in joyous exultation. The highschool graduate had slid her entire hand into her rear end. It came quickly, the moment her knuckles passed the rim of her anus her hand had slid in to the wrist. She pumped it, fisting herself with greater and greater power. It was a sensation unlike any other. She didn't tease and coax an orgasm so much as she **** it out. There came another shudder, different than the last, more violent, less of a gasp and more of a growl through clenched teeth. It rocked her body and came with a gushing spray from her virgin cunt.

Heather screamed a second time.

Her attention turned back to the men. The older man was fully erect, the younger still hard despite the dribble of cum that had leaked from his tip down his shaft. Her fathers cock, the one that made her, the one that first slammed into her, it still stood at attention.

"More..." It came louder this time. Audible.

"W-what?" Asked Victor, the younger man, the man who had taken his hands off his smooth, hairless junk in an attempt to remain hard.

"I..." Heather leaned sideways on the bench and lifted her leg in the air. She pulled at her cheek to better show off the gaping hole that was her ass, to display the disparity between her innocence and her sluttiness. Her audience could see both. A pussy unused, cute even. Her delicate flower. An ass that pulsed in the aftershocks of orgasm, that seemed hungry for more, that begged to be violated. Hazel eyes locked onto hazel eyes. She stared down her father as she said the words. "...I believe that pussy is for tender love making. It should be shared only with someone special..." The barely legal teenager looked side to side, addressing all three of her erotic admirers. "...and ass is for annihilation. For getting stuffed with cock and pumped full of cum. Rammed and slammed and stretched and filled with whatever. This ass, my ass, is made to be destroyed..."

The girl approached the three naked men.

First she came to the younger man, Victor. Her eyes were drawn to the semen dribbling down his stiff shaft. She thought of tasting it, of licking up his cum and sucking his cock. The teen wondered what his smooth, hairless genitals would feel like in her mouth.

Maybe some other time

The nude teenager instead turned and sat in his lap, grinding her ass into him. Heather could feel his slick shaft rubbing between her firm cheeks, she could hear him muttering in disbelief as she rubbed against him. With a slight change in posture she slid higher up his body. The tip of Victors cock found her gaping hole as she slid back down. Between her unnatural lubricants and her fisting there was little resistance as he bottomed out in her ass.

"Oh fuck..." The young man was still close, the previous dribble only a first spurt of what he tried desperately to hold back. But the heat of the girls guts, the sensation enveloping him, it was almost more than he could handle.

"Mmmm, yes. Fuck yes." Heather started bouncing up and down in Victors lap. Her tits bounced with her, her ass jiggled each time she came down.

"...oh fuck. Oh fuck!" He grabbed her hips and slammed her down as his dick exploded.

The teasing throughout the day had him on edge, had his body ready, his balls producing as much spunk as they could. Victor didn't last long against the girls slutty ass. She could feel him inside her, she could feel the heat from each blast of cum that erupted from his swollen member. He softened inside her, unable to continue, and she pulled away.

"More." Not a whisper. Not a barely audible request. It came as a command.

Heather bent at the waist and pulled at her ass cheeks with both hands. Her anus gaped open, Victors cum running down her leg. It was a vulgar display meant to spur animalistic behavior. The older man leapt forward grabbed her by the hips. He slammed his cock into her ass with enough **** to knock her over if not for his grip. The pounding came at full **** right from the start, a repeated slapping of ass on hips as he ravaged the asshole of a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. The grey haired man grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms back for better control. She barely had time to wonder what her father was planning before he took up his own position.

The thick shaft of fuck meat that first made her **** its way into her mouth. Dean had taken her by the hair and steadily drove his tool down her throat. Through practice she was getting better at deep throating him, his balls hit her chin, his musk filled her nose and his cock bulged her neck.

Heather didn't know what to do. The older man was pounding her ass with reckless abandon while her father gripped her head to properly face fuck his little girl. She went limp, resigning herself to be aggressively spit roasted in a gym steam room. If not for the barrel chested older man pulling her back by the wrists, her father holding her head and the cocks running her through the girl would have collapsed. Deans thick penetrator muffled her gags and moaning, most of the sounds echoing in the room were grunts and the squelching of a dick thrusting into a cum filled hole.

There was a feeling that came from being used like a fuck toy, a fullness that was more than just the pulsing cocks ramming into her. A lifetime of being overlooked for women who were considered prettier, years of being surrounded by blonde bombshells, it left her feeling inadequate. But the way these men had reacted to her, their animalistic hunger for her supple young flesh, their disregard for common decency in their pursuit of her, it made the eighteen year old feel wanted. Pretty. Like a woman.

Dean pulled out of his daughters throat to let her breathe. Strands of saliva drooped between her lips and his swollen shaft, her eyes watered, her cheeks reddened. She coughed, gagged, spit and cast hazel eyes up at her father, his cock resting across half her face.

"D-d-daddy..." The older man didn't relent in his anal ****. "...am I p-p... oh fuck, my ass... am I pretty Daddy?"

Dean didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The man instead grabbed his daughter by her hair and started pumping his cock. Faster, faster, he groaned. Heather opened her mouth and let her tongue hang out to catch her prize. The first shot landed where she wanted it, a salty blob of pearly white right where she could taste it. Her father adjusted his aim to blast a rope across lip and nose. His orgasm then came in full ****, shot after shot of thick spunk across her pretty young face. Lines of thick white appreciation that ran down her face and dripped from her chin.

The older man pulled out from the teenage asshole he had been violently pounding and let the girl lower herself to her knees, then to a sitting position. She leaned back to look at him while he finished himself off. His ejaculate was caught mostly in her short brown hair with only a few spurts of seed making it to her face. The younger man, more full of energy than his contemporaries, had found the spit roasting of the teen to be an enticing show. He once again sported an erection and took a standing position next to the sitting girl. She pressed her breasts together to create as much cleavage as she could, to give Victor his target. He proved his youthful virility with another eruption of hot spunk. It splattered across her hands and tits, a thick white puddle between her mounds that smeared and spread when she let them return to their natural position.

The three men stood around the teenage girl that had teased them. That had taunted and flaunted and driven their sexual appetites wild. Her head was a mess of damp hair and cum. Her face covered in thick lines of spunk that flowed slowly down, spunk that dripped from her chin to add to the mess across her modest chest. A puddle of white, the first load she had taken from behind, slowly spread across the ground where her well used ass rested. The look on her face was one of contentment; half closed eyes and a faint smile.

None of them would ever forget the sight.

The teen left the steam room with cum covering her face and hair, dripping from her chin, spattered across her exposed tits, flowing down her inner thighs. Her virgin pussy glistened with thirst, it had flushed with blood and reddened in desire for what she denied it. For what she would continue to deny it. Even the motion of walking down the hall was nearly enough to set her off with another squirting orgasm. She turned the corner to the lobby and change room entrances. There was a small crowd of men and women there, non members showing up to work out in business hours. Heather didn't care who saw her in that used state, she liked her well fucked look. It was the look of eroticism, of a woman that was wanted, desired. She felt like a women that got what she wanted. Her strut continued to the door to the women's change room where a girl her own age was just leaving. The cum free teenager froze in place. The butt slut smiled and winked, standing still to let the girl take in the sight. There were gasps from the crowd behind her, people gawking at her naked backside. The girl, blushing and breathing heavily, eventually moved aside.

She would also never forget the sight.

One shower later

"So..."

"So."

"How did you like Vulkans Gym?"

"That was fun. It's a nice facility, good spaces, clean, a nice variety of equipment. Good crowd too."

Dean kept his eyes on the road, but he knew she was blushing. He could hear it in her voice.

"You'd go back?"

"Yeah, I'd do that again."

"The workout or the gang bang?"

The blushing was almost audible.

"Are you mad? Did I go too far? I'm- I just..."

"I'm not mad. We've talked about this stuff before. You're young, free and looking for adventure and new experiences. What you do is less important to me than you doing it safely. Besides..." He reached over and rested his hand on his daughters thigh. "...if I was mad I wouldn't have taken part."

She smiled.

"That said, you weren't exactly safe back there." His hand slid up her leg to brush against her crotch. "I was thinking about what you said about your pussy. About how it was for someone special."

The teen squirmed in her seat.

"I saw your pussy, how drenched it was, how fucking horny you were. Any one of us could have slid into you with no resistance. That old guy could have taken you in an instant, even by accident. If he pulled back just a bit too far, thrust forward a little off target... Was he someone special?"

"...no..."

Dean once again spoke with the voice of God.

"Only someone my daughter truly loves can fuck her pussy."

Heather smiled softly.

"Thanks dad."