The first time is always a shock. The girl does not understand what is happening. The effect of the drug so imperceptibly soaks the consciousness that the poor thing is ready to commit suicide from shame when everything ends, and only a strong desire to repeat the experience, to go down even deeper, breaks it, forcing it to voluntarily enter into a vicious circle.

She comes to the fitness club, unaware that the coach has long laid eyes on her. On this day, the room is stuffy, an unusually many young guys. However, a little more than usual. How many of them? Ten? Of the girls - only she, and it is also embarrassing, but also turns. After all, the guys fry her eyes. She tries not to fall into the dirt with her face, tightens her stomach, arches her back, checks the forms in the mirror. She has something to be proud of.

Black leggings perfectly fit slender legs in white sneakers. The round butt pumped up breathes with elasticity, there is almost no fat left in it - the girl worked all year to get rid of friability. A bare belly under the topic pleasantly plays with embossed hollows. She is skeptical of a small chest that has become even smaller after playing sports. This is perhaps the only part of the body, which would not hurt to increase. Finally, the shoulders and neck: they dried up, tightened up, became very thin. But the main advantage that makes men pack in piles, no matter where she appears, is a pretty face, framed by a lush mop of slightly curly hair, wheat-colored. The hostess of perfect appearance does not specifically tie the hair into a ponytail, she especially paints herself in the evening when she goes to the gym. After all, not only guys look at her, licking their lips, girls cast envious glances, women snort to themselves, she herself looks in the mirror, not looking, proudly. Only this insane unreal beauty bordering on the divine gives her confidence.

“Worship me,” shouts the goddess with her whole appearance. And they worship: they open the doors for her, respectfully part, smiling fawningly when her cold gaze meets with the servant eyes of men. She was so used to it that she couldn’t imagine life otherwise. Sewing off guys for her is as natural as kissing her wrist, checking the perfect shape of the heart from the lipstick. She is not looking for simple options, her beauty has a price and will get the most powerful male. Not physically, these pitches can masturbate at bedtime, thinking of her. No, she will get an alpha male, who has the power and money. Or just money, because where there is money, there is power.

So she thinks, continuing to do half-creeps, until the spasms are pouring fleshy buttocks with steel. Her muscles were filled with blood, widened, she herself feels how unusual she began to walk, playing her booty, like a race mare.

Vodichka in a plastic bottle, which she put on the windowsill, has a sweetish taste. But she does not pay attention. “There are a few fancies left from the last time,” she thinks.

Sits in the simulator for pumping the pectoral muscles, widely spreads his legs under him. This is her favorite pose, so you can enjoy the full frontal view of the perfect body full of power. Nearby, dangerously close guys are pushing the barbell, but she doesn't notice them. They merge for it with walls and simulators. They do not exist.

Strange heat spreads down the abdomen, as if a bosom of pleasure filled with languor. She straightens her legs, smiles stupidly, dropping her eyes.Snacks the bottom sponge. What happens to her, she can not understand. But he knows for sure: she wants sex, a lot of wild sex, she wants the jocks to leave their stupid barbell and take it. She tries to get up to leave, but stops, rooted to the spot. This is unbearable: the itchy clitoris has gone mad. She walks behind a simulator, hides in a corner and puts a pen in her leggings. The clitoris reacts violently to touch, endorphins rush into the brain, an insane hormonal fountain gushes over the eyes, scattering with the brightest sparks all over the body. She shakes, but not from an orgasm, but from excitement. If she is not immediately banged, she will die on the spot, explode, from the inside, and not burst outside, choke on the saliva of lust.

- Can I help you? - Sounds an innocent voice from behind. She turns around, flushed, disheveled, with a glassy look, with copious secretions in the mouth, in the vagina. It seems that even the anus became as elastic as a rubber hot-water bottle filled with boiling water.

She looks at the guy's reared shorts. He can not take his eyes off the massive, pledged on the side, erection. One could hang a punching bag on this horn, and he would not bend, so he would have remained hanging around. But now she wants to sit on the horn herself, to become a punching bag, so that she is tied by the arms to the ceiling and, in turn, is drilled by all who feel like it.

She does not know how a fleeting fantasy that has arisen in her head is clothed in words. She hears her voice from the outside, a checkpoint that lets thoughts go beyond the limits of consciousness, ceases to function.

“Yes,” says an ingratiating voice that once belonged to her, now emanating from her. - Could you tie me by the hands to the ceiling and fuck in turns until the evening? Everyone who is here ...

The guy is filled with rude laughter.

- Until the evening? I'm afraid we have so much time and effort. But an hour, I think, we can give you.

He takes her hand and leads her to a pear. So elegantly the guys lead the girls to the dance, the gentle touch of the partner cannot be compared with anything. Only they will not dance a waltz or even a tango, no, from the speakers hung throughout the hall, Metalica, Offspring, a real hard core, rattles. She barely steps over, agitated, her fever in anticipation, skin covered with pimples, her body turned lead, her nipples stiffened, grease soaked leggings.

To hell with leggings! Is she asked, and he agreed, and now she will fuck?

Guys with grins are looking at her. Another two help remove the pear, tie their hands, after wrapping them with a towel. She lowered her eyes so as not to see the bashful picture unfolding in the mirror directly opposite. She pulled up, put on a wooden footrest. Finally, the leggings are fully tightened. She remains in white sneakers, low white socks and black top. Dangles, tied like a pear, to the ceiling. She looks like a pear, female thighs will never lose the fullness necessary for the birth of children. A neat strip of pubic hair ends a centimeter from the folds of the vagina. Usually only the hostess has the right to look at the pussy and that, only in the most intimate setting. But now she cares little about how she looks. Much more important is what is going to be done with it.

The hands of the guys slide on the legs, stomach, buttocks. They surrounded her from all sides, healthy pitching with bumpy shorts, short haircuts. She is a head below them all, but pulled up, is on the same level. This is good, because they will be able to take it with all the power of the camp, without bending to enter deeper. The first male with a wheeze vkolachivaet into her current peach penis and begins to knock out a pear with a dick. The sound is made louder. She does not see what is going on behind her, but in front of the topic they pull up on the neck, wiry coarse fingers twirl their nipples, rough tongues lick them. Uneven painful groan of the male heralds the first orgasm. The guy quickly shot out, as a nail hammered into the board. His penis rhythmically jerks inside, sending a charge of energy.

“More,” she whispers.

But she does not need to ask, the next jack becomes to the machine.They fuck her in condoms, and deep down she is grateful that she can not think about the consequences, relax and forget. Forget about your weakness. Now she finally feels like a woman. This thought is sobering and inspiring for new feats. She - a hole in which merge time after time. Orgasms are clear, implacable. Stocks of hogs, centners, drenched in meat, like broilers, use ...