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“This is your room?!”
Cloud’s jaw almost dropped as he stared at the master suite given to Tifa and Aerith, how large it was compared to any hotel room he had ever experienced in his life. The walls were a pinkish color, almost salmon in tone, with a king sized bed in the main sleeping area. That large space may as well be as large as the average living room within Midgar, though it wasn’t the only locale within such a suite.
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“A public gym? But Brigitte, don’t you already have a place you could workout at?”
Brigitte knew she’d regret telling Hana where she was going that morning. It sounded as though the MEKA idol was concerned for her Swedish friend, were she to have experienced such a place upfront.
“To tell you the truth,” Brigitte began, "when Reinhardt and I are travelling across the country to help those in need, it gets tough to keep these guns in good condition.” She flexed her bicep through the phone’s screen, though it was hard for her Korean friend to notice, as she walked into the locker room wearing a padded coat. Thus, her arms were covered up.
“I’d be careful in there,” Hana suggested. “I always get chills whenever guys see me working out. Their eyes are always on me, and I remember one dude trying to help me fix my posture copped a feel.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have to worry,” Brigitte reminded her friend, sitting her phone on the bench against her duffel bag, “I’m a big girl, I know how to handle myself.”
“Right, sure, now let’s try all of that when you don’t have your armor on,” Hana said before sticking her tongue out at her friend.
“Relax, Hana,” Brigitte said, unzipping her jacket, “you’ve got nothing to fear. I’m Reinhardt’s squire, remember?”
The Korean rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Well, I did try. You just be safe now, okay?”
“Certainly. Ciao, gal pal!”
With the call ended, Brigitte finally began to start changing into her clothes, though she was already ignorant of the whispers and murmurs of the other women in that room. They seemed envious of her buff build, a large chest secured within a sports bra, a strong woman such as her having bulging biceps, abs you could shred meat on, and an ass that won’t quit. She was a woman that others wished they could be all in one, rather than just parts of a certain package.
They knew the men in the gym would want her, which simultaneously made them desire to be her and yet not her at the same time.
Stepping out into the gym, Brigitte made her way over to the heavy weights area, testing out the sturdy nature of the iron discs. She used a 15 pound weight, testing her strength against its heaviness by holding it down at pelvic height before slowly folding her arms in to press it against her bosom. Some eyes fell on her when they noticed how it squished in on her chest, the boobs almost spilling over the cleavage of the sports bra. A certain number of men were starting to group together as they observed the Swedish woman, as though they were formulating a plan.
But Brigitte ignored them, focusing on her own regiment as she grabbed the smaller coated weights, testing out her biceps as they curled in, showing how easy it was for her to hold something at twenty-five pounds. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, keeping tabs on her own physique, until a man with a Dorito-built torso came up behind her and grabbed onto her stomach, mostly to feel up the ridges on her abs.
“Hi, sorry, can I help you?” asked a puzzled Brigitte.
“Me? Oh, yeah! I’m one of the fitness coaches here,” he fibbed, “and I couldn’t help but notice that your posture was a little off.”
“Off? Sorry, but Reinhardt told me exactly what I have to do when I work out,” Brigitte said, laughing him off. “I doubt someone of his legacy would be wrong about that.”
The man’s eyes widened, shifting back and forth. “As in…the Overwatch guy Reinhardt?”
“The very same, who else?”
“W-Well…” The young man gulped, realizing that he had to be cautious if he were dealing with a student of Reinhardt. “Regardless of that, you don’t seem like you know how to work out at a real gym!”
“I don’t?” asked the puzzled Brigitte. “I mean, sure, I guess I don’t use the public gyms so much, but still…”
“Right, that’s what I mean,” the guy said, looking back at the crew of young built men as he tried to get things back on track. “There’s a certain etiquette that goes on in a gym like this. Everything is used by others, so you’ve gotta be careful when you’re finished using things. Like these weights.”
“What about them?” Brigitte asked, spreading her arms out to the sides as she lifted the weights from her waist.
“You’ve gotta clean them off when you’re done, yanno. Who knows what sorts of germs could spread on them just from your palm sweat.”
Brigitte hummed, cocking her eyebrow upwards. “Sure, that makes sense.”
The man chuckled. “Just stick with me, baby, I’ll make sure you understand what to do and not do around here.”
The young man and his triangular buff build helped Brigitte from station to station, watching her perform sit-ups, curls, and even throw fists at a punching bag. All the while, the Swede began to work up a sweat, taking a drink from her water bottle every chance that she could. Along the way, she missed the numerous other men that were starting to crowd her, until they began tossing in their own advice wherever they could.
“Wow,” Brigitte said with a nervous laugh, “are all of you here just to help me out? That’s nice, but I think I only need one of you.”
Another young man, bald with a goatee, spoke up to say, “We’re just admiring your body, that’s all.”
“How sweet…I think.” Brigitte was starting to see just what Hana was talking about, though she shrugged it off for now. She figured it was only those that were in admiration of her physique, and nothing sinister beyond that.
Once Brigitte finished with her current exercise, she decided to reach for her water bottle, only to realize how light it was in her hands. One glance, and she realized it was empty, dismayed that she had to refill it so quickly.
“Hey, could you guys give me some space for a moment?” she asked, shifting her legs off the padded gym bench. “I need to grab a drink.”
Another young man of Hispanic nature raised his arm without thought, then grabbed for her bottle. “I’ll go get it for you,” he said, casually winking at the others in his crew.
“Well, that’s nice, thanks…”
As the other men helped Brigitte out, the Hispanic one went over to the water fountain to refill it with the hydrogen-oxide necessary for replenishment. Once it was nearly filled up, he reached into his pocket, pouring in a hefty hint of an aphrodisiac, shaking it up to deliver to the Swede now that it was filled up.
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With another shifty expression, the young man decided to add an extra hint of flavor, slipping his cock from his shorts and tugging it vehemently. While he would try to save it for later, he couldn’t resist giving the Swede a taste of what was to come, as he jizzed into the clear substance, shaking it up once more to hide his spunk.
“Here you go,” said the Hispanic man, handing the water bottle back to the Swede.
“Thank you.” Brigitte panted, having been worked through the ‘etiquette’ by the many men in the crew, her body sweating profusely enough that it dripped down to her yoga pants. Unsuspecting of what had occurred away from her, the ginger took a long, heavy sip of the water to make up for how parched she became. Once she drank it down, she felt a hint of relief, though she slowly felt something starting to affect her down below.
“Man,” Brigitte sighed. “I think I’m feeling really relieved right now. I feel so…energized…”
The redhead was doing her best to find the right words for the feeling she had, though she was still unaware of just what was starting to build up in her bloodstream, especially as her genitals slowly swelled up in an effort to beg for focus down below.
Afterwards, Brigitte tried her best to shrug the men off, believing that she fully understood what she had to do in terms of etiquette. “Please, no, I’m fine,” she insisted.
Only the men insisted straight back at her. “No, really, you should consider a few more things,” said the man that initially came to the Swede right away. “Like…look at your pants! Gosh, they’re so sweaty, you should…you should take those off and let me hold onto them.”
Brigitte pursed her lips, her eyes shifting around with thought. “Is that even allowed? I wouldn’t think a public gym would allow it. You know, which is why the locker rooms exist…”
“Oh yeah, no, it’s REALLY important you do so,” insisted the Hispanic man. “Just that we have a very special kind of training that helps the women workout their glutes.”
Brigitte was suspicious, though her mind had already been fogged up by her last drink of water that she couldn’t fully place what was so strange about this. Despite how little it felt normal, she was ignorant of Hana’s warnings, deciding that if she could trust them this far, she could perhaps still do so.
“Okay, well, I need to do some squats for my abs,” she said, her fingers slowly brushing over her ridges before subconsciously going down to her yoga pants, trying to push under the waistline. “Mph, are you sure it’s necessary that I need to remove my pants?”
“Positive,” said the man with the goatee. “Now c’mon, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Brigitte finally bent over, peeling her yoga pants off of herself. With the garb no longer squeezing into her lower body, she could finally show off just how thick her ass could get without it, not to mention the thighs and their muscular size. She was thick, and all the men knew it, as evidenced by the bulges slowly rising up against their shorts.
The fact that she was even listening to them was enough to convince them that they were doing something right, albeit not on a moral standing. But they were steering the Swede in the right direction.
“Now, this gym has a very special sort of tool for when you’re doing squats,” said the triangle-torso man. “You’re going to have to sit down on it before you start, of course.”
“Okay, well, where is it?”
As though on cue, Brigitte could see for herself just what it was that she was in for thanks to the reflection in the mirror. The Hispanic man brought along a lengthy silicone device, a cock shaped after that of an appendage owned by a horse. It had a flat tip, and its thickness built up the longer it went, but it certainly didn’t deter the Swede from continuing her efforts to work out in such a public capacity.
Indeed, the moment it occurred to her as to what the intentions were, her exposed pussy shot out of the snatch, creating thick strands that stuck to her already sweaty thighs. The strand stuck there for a bit, with all of the men surrounding her subtly rubbing at their bulges as they continued to enjoy the show.
“Okay,” Brigitte said, taking a deep breath before standing over the horse cock, “let’s see how well I can take this.”
Bending her knees as she stared at her own reflection, Brigitte slowly squatted over the horse cock, with the goateed man holding it up to help it puncture her pussy. Once it pushed through the labia, the Swede moaned, quivering as the flattened tip rubbed against her canal, the fluids pushing its way out of her tunnel as it built up the fluids that coated the equine toy.
Brigitte then grabbed the bar holding up the weights, a hundred pounds on each side. With a little heft, she still managed to hold it up, slowly pushing herself back down on the cock’s length, building herself up as she squeezed her canal in on the toy to help ‘work out’ with a technique she heard was called kegels. She figured if she would work her pussy out during this strange public session, she might as well work out the rest of her body where it could.
The men were in admiration of her body, looking between her reflection and her backside. With every push down on the cock, her ass would lightly jiggle, while her juices stuck to the toy the deeper she went. Strands of the substances bridged back to the skin surrounding her labia, shrinking back down when she went deeper onto the stallion staff. Those watching her only wished that their cocks were as meaty as the toy implied it could be, though for as much as it worked to get them riled into heat, they still worried that perhaps they had been setting themselves up for disappointment; that maybe her expectations would be skewed when they see their dicks compared to it.
“Forty-two…forty…threeeeee…” Brigitte groaned as she tried to keep to a steady pace, the weights on her shoulders helping keep her on the thicker end of the shaft. Her pussy squeezed in on the lower base of the staff, which slowly began to change her pace during the squatting session. Rather than fully standing up from her position, the Swede began to only work herself halfway up the rod, then slamming her ass all the way down to the ground. THe men were stunned, particularly those staring at her reflection, as they could see where the flattened tip of the staff punched at her abs from the inside. They were impressed, yet simultaneously scared, that she could handle all that length without caution or pain.
It led to questions regarding her experience with such a cock before…
Before that fear began to override their urges, some of the men finally decided that it was time to do something, with at least three of them, including the goateed man, surrounding her as they urged her to suck on their now exposed cocks.
“So,” said the goateed man, “do you think that you can handle us while doing your squats?”
Brigitte subconsciously licked her lips, as though the aphrodisiac was kicking in to tell her what to do. She tried to lean her head out to reach for the cock, pushing forward when she rose up from her squatted position. She managed to swallow the goateed man’s dick down her throat, impressing the rest of the men watching on. From afar, there were plenty of women watching as the men surrounded Brigitte, but they shrugged it off with disgust. They figured it was just some gym rat getting attention, thinking little of whoever they men garnered attention for, as if they had seen this many times before.
The fluids on the horse cock were starting to build up, pooling off the toy’s base and making its way onto the gym floor. Brigitte refused to stop, as though she felt that she still needed to continue her squatting exercises until she reached a certain number. Though as she garbled ‘one hundred’ against the goateed man’s cock, no one knew for certain just how much longer she would want to keep flexing her cunt on the equine rod.
Brigitte showed much more of an impressive talent to this, though whether it was due to experience or her aphrodisiac affecting how she could handle such a sex drive. She slammed her ass down harder as her head swapped between each of the cocks presented to her, pushing so much of her saliva onto them in order to drench their meat. For just one push of the lips over them, they were splattered in so much of it that it was left dangling from the underside, leaving them in as much of her fluids as the ones sticking to the toy cock.
Brigitte was growing hornier the longer she stuck to the horse cock, with the men watching her ass drop to the floor before rising up with such quick speeds that they swore she was bouncing off of it. They stroked away at their cocks, thinking how much fun it would be to get themselves inside her while she preoccupied herself with the three cocks, being the ones to fill her holes for a change.
Finally, the two men flanking the goateed man helped Brigitte up off the cock, which popped straight from her muff while still bridging the fluids from the tunnel as they slowly broke off of her. After she put the weights back on their resting point, they bent her over to push her lips back on the rod, while forcing her to hold their dicks to rub into simultaneously. Without her realizing it, she had been placed into her squatting position, though the only difference was that her ass had been pushed out, exposed to the rest of the men swarming her that were eager to plug her up.
“Mlph!” Brigitte’s moan was muffled by the cock as the man with his triangle-shaped torso stuffed his meat inside her cunt, pushing his way through the hole with a weird sense of satisfaction coming through his mouth. Her pussy was indeed well lubricated for his staff, which was already thick and meaty, pushing its way through the canal while pumping away to help himself burrow deeper into her genitals.
The man grabbed hold of Brigitte’s hips, his thumbs running against her ass while pumping his way into her snatch. The cheeks jiggled with every jut against her body, with the man trying to recreate the particular bounce it had when it reached the ground. Instead, all he was doing was causing them to jiggle, showing off just how much junk was in her trunk. She was well padded for someone of her physique, which was an admittedly surprising thing for any of those men to realize.
The two men she had been stroking at alongside the goateed man were starting to feel the strain of her strength, as she gripped away at their schlongs with the same effort she would a pulley. They were groaning heavily, with one of them curling his chin to his chest while gritting his teeth. The Swede had a strong hold on their cocks, whether she knew it or not, and was finally beginning to force their veins to pump intensely as her thumbs worked at the crowns with additional stimulation, even as she pressed down hard on them.
“Man, she’s horny, but she’s still got a pretty good grip on my dick,” groaned the one man.
“Yeah, no shit,” said the other. “I wasn’t counting on her actually being this strong! I figured it was just all aesthetic!”
“Isn’t she Swedish?” asked the triangle man. “That might make sense.”
The bald man with his goatee doubled over as he felt Brigitte pumping her lips harder against the shaft, leading all the way down to his base. Her chin slammed against his balls, with her saliva pooling from her mouth as she looked up at him with weirdly innocent eyes, as though that were the one thing the aphrodisiac couldn’t take away from her. Her lips were tight on his rod, as were the ones swallowing the triangle man’s dick, though with this orifice, her tongue was able to swirl and wiggle around the member, stirring up further feelings for her activities until he was on the brink, just like those that flanked his sides.
“Nnnngh! God…dammit!”
The goateed man and the pair with him shot their loads, with Brigitte still pumping her throat around the length. While his jizz spilled into her mouth and throat, with the Swede gulping it down, the other two cocks splashed their seed onto her face, coating her freckly skin with the spunk as it flew out constantly over the span of seconds. She was covered in their cream, with even some of it landing on her back, somehow on the cleavage of her chest, and the sports bra itself.
“Ohhh, fuck,” the goateed man groaned. “I think I need to take a seat. But that was so fucking good…”
“Thanks,” Brigitte said, her freed hands now reaching down for her snatch. “Though I think I really enjoy this bit of the workout. I’m surprised Reinhardt never taught me this one.”
That just stirred up more thoughts of the matter in the audience of men, who were now thinking about a giant such as the Overwatch tank riding Brigitte, who was tall compared to their stature, but still overpowered by that of such a legend. They only wished they could ream her like they imagine him to.
“Oh, no,” the Hispanic man said with a mock gasp, “it looks like your bra is stoned. You might as well take it off!”
“Well, I guess you guys would know best…” Brigitte did as the Hispanic man suggested, lifting the bra up from her breasts, causing them to bounce as they hung freely. After it was fully removed, the Hispanic couldn’t help himself, giving them a fondle for a brief moment until the opportunity was taken from him by his cohort.
The triangle man took advantage of Brigitte now being free from holding the other cocks, wrapping his arms around her thighs and swinging them upwards to have her folded against his chest. Brigitte was now able to see for herself just how big his cock was in the reflection, as it bent its way into her pussy throughout.
“Oh, wow,” Brigitte huffed. “Are you sure that horse cock wasn’t molded after your own?”
The triangle man laughed. “I get that quite a lot.”
Wrapping his arms around hers, the man managed to get a good grip on all of her limbs, keeping her bent like a pretzel while admiring himself and Brigitte in the mirror. The Hispanic man grew impatient, however, wanting to have a piece of the Swedish meat they were banging.
“What the-? Hey! What gives?!” The triangle man was shocked when his Hispanic friend grabbed his cock, pulling it out of Brigitte so that he could sheathe himself within her muff instead.
“I wanna get in on this too, yanno,” the Hispanic man demanded, guiding his cock into her snatch. “Just stand still, I gotta try to fit it into her cunt!”
“Dude, easy! Don’t shove her too hard,” warned the triangle man as he stumbled on his feet. “You’re gonna make me…whooooa!”
“Kyeeeee!”
Brigitte and the man holding her folded body cried out as they fell back on the padded bench, both of them laying down as her holes were now fully presented to the others watching them. The Hispanic man was more than happy to stuff his rod into her while leaning over her body, while the triangle man groaned, discouraged by the lack of pussy swallowing up his length.
“Can someone spot me?” asked the triangle man. “At least stuff me in her ass if I can’t feed her pussy my seed!”
One of the men was kind enough to fix that issue for them, pushing his cock into Brigitte’s behind. As it had not focused on training in a manner similar to her pussy, it was a much tighter squeeze, although it still had some lubrication to it thanks to filling her pussy up moments prior. She was now being pounded by two dicks at the same time, breathing heavily through her nostrils as she stared distantly at the ceiling lights over her head. She pursed her lips, her toes curling in as the Hispanic began to thrust more rapidly into her snatch, while the man beneath her could only do so little to stimulate pleasure in her asshole now that he was immobilized.
Two more men joined the fray, holding their cocks out for Brigitte to reach with her hands. She was a little tied down, as the triangle man had yet to let go of her arms or legs, thus she couldn’t literally give them a hand. She stared at the lengthy meat presented, distracting herself from the hard rocking efforts the Hispanic put into his hip thrusts, as their impatience caused them both to massage the crowns on repeat until she could treat them herself.
The triangle man underneath her refused to let go, though what little effort he was putting into things still caused his cock to throb inside her rectal cavity. She pursed her lips as she realized how little control she had, only for her urges of passionate feeling increasing the more the Hispanic pummeled her pussy. The fluids had thinned into a more watery substance from the thick nectar it became during her horse ride, now spurting out when the tanned cock pulled out, churning away at her hole until he managed to penetrate her cervix.
Brigitte squeezed her canal and rectum in on the two cocks, startling their owners as they brought pause to their motions. The bodies tensed up, though the triangle man finally let go of his grip on her arms and legs to cling to the bench, prompting the Swede to finally bring the other two attention with her hands. The service was explicit, as she aimed particularly for the crowns as much as they had, though the Hispanic still rolled her legs over her head as he leaned over her, watching her breasts jiggle with every motion as his dick threatened to push its way inside her womb.
Unfortunately for either of them, Brigitte’s grips were too strong, though she might not have been aware she was even doing so under the influence of the aphrodisiac. The Swede had such a squeeze on their cocks that they could barely make the right moves in which they desired. While the triangle man had little in the way of a venture to make, the Hispanic conceded defeat to the ginger woman, punching her cervix one last time before arching his back, pushing his hands down on her breasts as he prepared to erupt.
“Aaaahnnnn…”
Brigitte quivered as she felt the blast of the milky fluids from the Hispanic filling her canal up, though part of it managed to shoot its way into the reproductive organs. She sucked on her lip while holding onto the cocks in her hand, squeezing on the crowns as the two men tensed up. With such sensitive tips, they felt such a tight amount of tension in their groins that they shot out their fluids at the same time as the others, though the Swede’s palms blocked them from hitting her face.
The Hispanic and triangle man pulled out of Brigitte’s holes, her legs finally relaxing from being in the air for so long that she felt relief when she could rest her feet on the ground. Out of instinct by her aphrodisiac, she licked the palms of the spunk residing on them, all while glancing at herself in the mirror to watch the jizz leak its way out of her ass and pussy.
“I could use another drink of water, please…” Brigitte asked, wiping her saliva covered palms over her abs.
“Are you sure you need that when you’ve got this?” asked a dark skinned man, towering over Brigitte with his cock, which even from over her head looked as though it could destroy her pussy the same way the horse cock punched against her stomach. The aphrodisiac still affected the Swede, her hands rubbing her clit to keep herself stimulated as she stared at the big black cock, unaware that her fluids leaked out with the Hispanic’s seed.
“Please, fill me up…” Brigitte begged.
“You did say you were thirsty,” said the dark skinned man, pulling on her legs until she was kneeling on the ground. With one leg on top of the bench, the man leaned into Brigitte’s face with his cock pushing through her lips, though it was this moment where the Swede was introduced to his giant balls, which hung so low from his groin that they slammed into her throat like wrecking balls. The ginger nearly choked from this angle, especially as the balls were slamming into his cock while it bulged out from the inside. Brigitte held onto the thigh still on the ground, pushing against it to keep him from fully stuffing the whole length, which even in her heated state she was uncertain if she could take such a beast.
The dark skinned man grinned as he doubled over to look back at Brigitte, pumping away vehemently at her throat as he felt the tight squeeze against her pipes. Brigitte slammed her eyes shut as all she felt she could do was cough and hack, the rod hitting her gag reflexes so vehemently. Her saliva began to pool out of her lips, trailing down her chin and throat before reaching her chest, while her tongue waggled away at the underside. Her teeth nibbled down rapidly on the cock as well, causing her dark skinned suitor to moan and groan with a weird delight he never knew he could feel until this gym wench came around.
“Urrrgh, this bitch is too good for us,” said the dark skinned man. “I was gonna breed her stupid, but she’s got a throat that doesn’t quit!”
“I’ll say,” said another man observing the action, massaging his bulge against his hands. “She’s horny as fuck, but she wants that control!”
Brigitte ignored their words, unaware that they were even talking about her. All she wanted to do was please herself, but as the dark skinned man continued to pummel her throat from inside and out, she didn’t feel as though she was getting that type of pleasure. Thus, her free hand continued to claw at her canal, helping to drain the fluids from her snatch that the Hispanic left behind.
“HRRRRGLHHH!” Brigitte quaked under the dark skinned man, blasting her fluids out onto the floor while cleaning her canal of the cum. As her fingers rubbed frantically at the spongy area of her tunnel, her fluids spurted out excitedly, creating a puddle on the ground while splatters of the fluids splashed outwards, covering a wide amount of area that none of the gym regulars had ever seen before in their lives. Perhaps those kegel exercises she had performed earlier had done enough work for her to create such an immense blast of fluids that they could only dream of with their own girlfriends, assuming they had any. But all that cumming caused Brigitte to have a brief spasm, which was enough to set her friend up for his climax.
“HRK!” The dark skinned man was finally pushed to the brink by way of Brigitte’s throat, quaking over her head as he lost balance. He held onto the bench for dear life as he struggled to stand tall, even as Brigitte swallowed his spunk and used her tongue to clean the skin, even as it shot out gallons of his loads. For every bit of seed to leave her pussy and gaping ass, the dark skinned man made sure to pump and dump a little extra to make up for the difference that she lost through those other holes.
Once he was at last finished, the dark skinned man yanked his dick from Brigitte’s throat, leaving the Swede with a raw sensation afterwards. As it felt a little dry following that, she grabbed her saliva drenched throat and asked, “Please, my water…”
One of the men rolled his eyes, almost feeling sorry for the ginger. Not sorry enough to tell her that her drink had been spiked, but he still managed to deliver the bottle to the ginger, who held her mouth wide open as she squeezed it onto her tongue, practically gargling on it while most of the contents torrented from her chest to her abs.
The men looked around at themselves, uncertain if they had created a monster with this. Especially now that she drank so much more compared to the simple gulp she had before. Who knew how bad this could get. As most of them were already strong gym guys, they were practically up for the challenge.
That prompted two more of the men to approach her, lifting her to her feet as they placed her hands onto their shafts to tug away at their length. Brigitte’s mouth remained open, the scent of spunk still on her tongue as she made out with them, swapping between them while she put focus on massaging their crowns. Her thumbs teased away at the urethral slits, pumping out precum out of the small hole with as far as her digits were willing to go within them. It caused the men to startle and quiver as a result of the light insertion, her thumbs getting moistened by their clear fluids escaping.
Brigitte decided to try something different, resting her knees on the bench as she leaned forward, putting her backside on display for the men behind her while she leaned forward to play with the cocks she had been giving priority over. As she pushed their crowns together, she wagged her tongue vehemently against the tips, getting between them on occasion while dragging across the top and bottom. She soon brought her lips over their tips, humming in delight as she managed to suckle them both at the same time. Her pacing had slowed down a little, coming to a calm, though it wouldn’t last for too long when one of them finally met her invitation to finally ride her exposed backside, hoping to keep more of their friends’ creamy fluids inside her holes.
“Hnnnngh…” Brigitte softly bit her teeth down on the crowns as she looked at the reflection, finding her backside getting penetrated by another man, his thickness managing to match up with the size of her anus. She still squeezed in on it out of habit, wondering if she could cause herself to gape hard if she exercised it enough. The two men groaned as they waited for the Swede’s mouth to relax on their dicks, as they were ready to penetrate her throat. Though which one would get inside of her was a matter of debate.
Unfortunately for them, Brigitte chewed at their tips as though it were gum, getting it between her front teeth while admiring the pumps against her backside. With her ass raised over her head, she could see for herself how it shook and bounced in the reflection, admiring the motions while she breathed against the crowns.
“Ahhh, shit, man!” said the one man, backing out as his dick scraped from her teeth. “I can’t take it any longer, I’m gonna cum!”
“Yeah, I can’t handle this mouth,” said the other, “the teeth are just a little much!”
The man pumping against her rear scoffed. “Pussies,” he said.
The two men tried to push their rods fully into her throat, but they couldn’t reach it in time. Their seed instead splashed onto Brigitte’s face, coating her in the creamy fluids. Compared to the desperate needs she exhibited before, she was in a weird state of calm, which worried the gym regulars just a little. The one still riding her ass wasn’t too concerned, especially as he swore that she loosened her grip on his shaft at last. That allowed him to push deeper into her posterior, wrapping his arms around her waist while forcing her back into his shaft while his balls drenched themselves against her grooling cunt.
“Hey man,” shouted another man waiting for a turn, “how about you change it up a little bit if you’re not going to cum yet? She’s got holes to fill and you’re just leaving her empty!”
“Chill, man,” said the one pounding her posterior, “you can just use her mouth if you want.”
As though a secret word were uttered, Brigitte snapped out of her relaxed state, turning her head back to the gym member as he rode her with his member. “No, no, no! He’s right, he’s right! Just stuff my cunt with something, let one of them in me, please! Pretty please!”
The man sighed, as he copied a move that the triangle man had performed what felt like ages ago; wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled them out from underneath Brigitte, curling them up against her torso before lifting her up off the bench, putting her body on display as he held her against his chest. Brigitte stared at her reflection, in admiration of the way her body looked while it was being reamed by the man, how his balls could take a swing upwards with every thrust he put into her rectum.
One of the other men finally joined in on the fun, predictably the one that grew impatient with waiting for the shift in position. Brigitte didn’t quite respect him for that, but as she was in no position to complain about who would plow her cunt, she might as well accept what was coming her way. At the very least, he had a package that she was willing to try out.
“Ouuuugh!” Brigitte rolled her eyes as her head cocked back, her toes curling in as she allowed him to penetrate her. The thick piece of meat sheathed itself inside her muff, stretching out her canal for what weirdly felt as though the first time it had occurred within her. Or perhaps all her squeezing in on their shafts made it feel less likely for such a thing to happen, though it certainly was the most aggressive her reflexes had hit in the time she had spent being reamed.
In fact, this very moment was when she had to remind herself that she initially came to this gym to work out, and not to be plowed by a throng of men.
Her audience slowly began to peter out as they left their tribute around her, letting it splash onto the ground and the bench surrounding her. The two plowing her holes were at least polite enough to turn to the side so that Brigitte could still see her getting pumped by the two cocks, her legs folded against her body while she could still see her breasts bouncing about until the one sheathed inside her pussy pushed up against her, squishing them up against his chest just to watch them get squished up, as he had little to do with his own hands while the other one continued to ride her ass while burrowing as deep into her sphincter as he possibly could.
“More more more more,” Brigitte repeated in a heaving trance. “More cock, give me more cock, more cum! Stuff me with that cream! Plow me harder! Ride my ass and cunt until I’m roughed up raw!”
The two men surmised that the Swede was so caught up in her heat that she had no real idea what she was saying, aside from the accuracy that she was ready to be jizzed in her womb.
“KYEEEERRRRGH!”
Brigitte’s legs folded up, trying to wrap around the shoulders of the man in front of her as a result of his dick finally puncturing her womb after so many attempts were made to get in through the cervix. The cum on her face started bouncing about as a result of the heavy bouncing that occurred on their two shafts, penetrated by such meaty members that were throbbing violently in her holes. They certainly did work out, though it seemed they performed kegel exercises similar to her own, only meant for their genitals. The veins were throbbing hard yet heartily, a sign of good healthy by what the Swede was familiar with thanks to her time spent with Reinhardt.
“Cummmmiiiiiiiing!” Brigitte whimpered, her teeth clenched down as she pushed her forehead against the one pounding her pussy. “Cumming cumming cumming cumming, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop, just keep going, keep going, keep going…”
“Damn, that really wasn’t too smart to give her more of that drink, huh?” asked the one stuck in her ass over her pleas for more cum.
“GNNNNNNNGH!”
Brigitte shifted about in their arms, her ass going in all directions as she gushed her fluids out against the man’s dick as it rode away at her womb, the crown caught inside the cervix. As her juices spurted in rapid succession from her muff, the high stream of sex splashed against the man, prompting him to lose focus as he shot his load into her womb, assuring that at least one of his swimmers would make its way to her eggs.
The man in her ass squeezed his arms into her legs as his grip tightened, unable to hold himself back as his own spunk flooded her rectal cavity, filling it up with so much jizz that it ended up leaking from her anus. He bit into her shoulder as he rode out the high following the release, but overall he was spent, as was everyone else that had managed to get their turn with the buff ginger.
Brigitte was put down on her feet, though she stumbled onto the bench as she collapsed on her knees, losing the feeling briefly from such a wild ride. With cum covering her face, she slowly started to realize what she had been doing with her time in the gym, almost wasted if she didn’t have a slight bit of fun with what occurred.
“Maybe public gyms aren’t that good an idea…” sighed Brigitte, gathering her clothes off the ground as she stumbled her way to the locker rooms, ignoring the glances she was getting from all of the other gym visitors. She was ready to take a shower.
Unfortunately for her, the cum covered her vision at the worst time while her legs threw her balance off, causing her to stumble into a locker room full of men who were unaware of what had just gone on in the main workout area, but were themselves worked up into a post-workout heat.
“...oh crap.”
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“A public gym? But Brigitte, don’t you already have a place you could workout at?”
Brigitte knew she’d regret telling Hana where she was going that morning. It sounded as though the MEKA idol was concerned for her Swedish friend, were she to have experienced such a place upfront.
“To tell you the truth,” Brigitte began, "when Reinhardt and I are travelling across the country to help those in need, it gets tough to keep these guns in good condition.” She flexed her bicep through the phone’s screen, though it was hard for her Korean friend to notice, as she walked into the locker room wearing a padded coat. Thus, her arms were covered up.
“I’d be careful in there,” Hana suggested. “I always get chills whenever guys see me working out. Their eyes are always on me, and I remember one dude trying to help me fix my posture copped a feel.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have to worry,” Brigitte reminded her friend, sitting her phone on the bench against her duffel bag, “I’m a big girl, I know how to handle myself.”
“Right, sure, now let’s try all of that when you don’t have your armor on,” Hana said before sticking her tongue out at her friend.
“Relax, Hana,” Brigitte said, unzipping her jacket, “you’ve got nothing to fear. I’m Reinhardt’s squire, remember?”
The Korean rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Well, I did try. You just be safe now, okay?”
“Certainly. Ciao, gal pal!”
With the call ended, Brigitte finally began to start changing into her clothes, though she was already ignorant of the whispers and murmurs of the other women in that room. They seemed envious of her buff build, a large chest secured within a sports bra, a strong woman such as her having bulging biceps, abs you could shred meat on, and an ass that won’t quit. She was a woman that others wished they could be all in one, rather than just parts of a certain package.
They knew the men in the gym would want her, which simultaneously made them desire to be her and yet not her at the same time.
Stepping out into the gym, Brigitte made her way over to the heavy weights area, testing out the sturdy nature of the iron discs. She used a 15 pound weight, testing her strength against its heaviness by holding it down at pelvic height before slowly folding her arms in to press it against her bosom. Some eyes fell on her when they noticed how it squished in on her chest, the boobs almost spilling over the cleavage of the sports bra. A certain number of men were starting to group together as they observed the Swedish woman, as though they were formulating a plan.
But Brigitte ignored them, focusing on her own regiment as she grabbed the smaller coated weights, testing out her biceps as they curled in, showing how easy it was for her to hold something at twenty-five pounds. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, keeping tabs on her own physique, until a man with a Dorito-built torso came up behind her and grabbed onto her stomach, mostly to feel up the ridges on her abs.
“Hi, sorry, can I help you?” asked a puzzled Brigitte.
“Me? Oh, yeah! I’m one of the fitness coaches here,” he fibbed, “and I couldn’t help but notice that your posture was a little off.”
“Off? Sorry, but Reinhardt told me exactly what I have to do when I work out,” Brigitte said, laughing him off. “I doubt someone of his legacy would be wrong about that.”
The man’s eyes widened, shifting back and forth. “As in…the Overwatch guy Reinhardt?”
“The very same, who else?”
“W-Well…” The young man gulped, realizing that he had to be cautious if he were dealing with a student of Reinhardt. “Regardless of that, you don’t seem like you know how to work out at a real gym!”
“I don’t?” asked the puzzled Brigitte. “I mean, sure, I guess I don’t use the public gyms so much, but still…”
“Right, that’s what I mean,” the guy said, looking back at the crew of young built men as he tried to get things back on track. “There’s a certain etiquette that goes on in a gym like this. Everything is used by others, so you’ve gotta be careful when you’re finished using things. Like these weights.”
“What about them?” Brigitte asked, spreading her arms out to the sides as she lifted the weights from her waist.
“You’ve gotta clean them off when you’re done, yanno. Who knows what sorts of germs could spread on them just from your palm sweat.”
Brigitte hummed, cocking her eyebrow upwards. “Sure, that makes sense.”
The man chuckled. “Just stick with me, baby, I’ll make sure you understand what to do and not do around here.”
The young man and his triangular buff build helped Brigitte from station to station, watching her perform sit-ups, curls, and even throw fists at a punching bag. All the while, the Swede began to work up a sweat, taking a drink from her water bottle every chance that she could. Along the way, she missed the numerous other men that were starting to crowd her, until they began tossing in their own advice wherever they could.
“Wow,” Brigitte said with a nervous laugh, “are all of you here just to help me out? That’s nice, but I think I only need one of you.”
Another young man, bald with a goatee, spoke up to say, “We’re just admiring your body, that’s all.”
“How sweet…I think.” Brigitte was starting to see just what Hana was talking about, though she shrugged it off for now. She figured it was only those that were in admiration of her physique, and nothing sinister beyond that.
Once Brigitte finished with her current exercise, she decided to reach for her water bottle, only to realize how light it was in her hands. One glance, and she realized it was empty, dismayed that she had to refill it so quickly.
“Hey, could you guys give me some space for a moment?” she asked, shifting her legs off the padded gym bench. “I need to grab a drink.”
Another young man of Hispanic nature raised his arm without thought, then grabbed for her bottle. “I’ll go get it for you,” he said, casually winking at the others in his crew.
“Well, that’s nice, thanks…”
As the other men helped Brigitte out, the Hispanic one went over to the water fountain to refill it with the hydrogen-oxide necessary for replenishment. Once it was nearly filled up, he reached into his pocket, pouring in a hefty hint of an aphrodisiac, shaking it up to deliver to the Swede now that it was filled up.
…
With another shifty expression, the young man decided to add an extra hint of flavor, slipping his cock from his shorts and tugging it vehemently. While he would try to save it for later, he couldn’t resist giving the Swede a taste of what was to come, as he jizzed into the clear substance, shaking it up once more to hide his spunk.
“Here you go,” said the Hispanic man, handing the water bottle back to the Swede.
“Thank you.” Brigitte panted, having been worked through the ‘etiquette’ by the many men in the crew, her body sweating profusely enough that it dripped down to her yoga pants. Unsuspecting of what had occurred away from her, the ginger took a long, heavy sip of the water to make up for how parched she became. Once she drank it down, she felt a hint of relief, though she slowly felt something starting to affect her down below.
“Man,” Brigitte sighed. “I think I’m feeling really relieved right now. I feel so…energized…”
The redhead was doing her best to find the right words for the feeling she had, though she was still unaware of just what was starting to build up in her bloodstream, especially as her genitals slowly swelled up in an effort to beg for focus down below.
Afterwards, Brigitte tried her best to shrug the men off, believing that she fully understood what she had to do in terms of etiquette. “Please, no, I’m fine,” she insisted.
Only the men insisted straight back at her. “No, really, you should consider a few more things,” said the man that initially came to the Swede right away. “Like…look at your pants! Gosh, they’re so sweaty, you should…you should take those off and let me hold onto them.”
Brigitte pursed her lips, her eyes shifting around with thought. “Is that even allowed? I wouldn’t think a public gym would allow it. You know, which is why the locker rooms exist…”
“Oh yeah, no, it’s REALLY important you do so,” insisted the Hispanic man. “Just that we have a very special kind of training that helps the women workout their glutes.”
Brigitte was suspicious, though her mind had already been fogged up by her last drink of water that she couldn’t fully place what was so strange about this. Despite how little it felt normal, she was ignorant of Hana’s warnings, deciding that if she could trust them this far, she could perhaps still do so.
“Okay, well, I need to do some squats for my abs,” she said, her fingers slowly brushing over her ridges before subconsciously going down to her yoga pants, trying to push under the waistline. “Mph, are you sure it’s necessary that I need to remove my pants?”
“Positive,” said the man with the goatee. “Now c’mon, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Brigitte finally bent over, peeling her yoga pants off of herself. With the garb no longer squeezing into her lower body, she could finally show off just how thick her ass could get without it, not to mention the thighs and their muscular size. She was thick, and all the men knew it, as evidenced by the bulges slowly rising up against their shorts.
The fact that she was even listening to them was enough to convince them that they were doing something right, albeit not on a moral standing. But they were steering the Swede in the right direction.
“Now, this gym has a very special sort of tool for when you’re doing squats,” said the triangle-torso man. “You’re going to have to sit down on it before you start, of course.”
“Okay, well, where is it?”
As though on cue, Brigitte could see for herself just what it was that she was in for thanks to the reflection in the mirror. The Hispanic man brought along a lengthy silicone device, a cock shaped after that of an appendage owned by a horse. It had a flat tip, and its thickness built up the longer it went, but it certainly didn’t deter the Swede from continuing her efforts to work out in such a public capacity.
Indeed, the moment it occurred to her as to what the intentions were, her exposed pussy shot out of the snatch, creating thick strands that stuck to her already sweaty thighs. The strand stuck there for a bit, with all of the men surrounding her subtly rubbing at their bulges as they continued to enjoy the show.
“Okay,” Brigitte said, taking a deep breath before standing over the horse cock, “let’s see how well I can take this.”
Bending her knees as she stared at her own reflection, Brigitte slowly squatted over the horse cock, with the goateed man holding it up to help it puncture her pussy. Once it pushed through the labia, the Swede moaned, quivering as the flattened tip rubbed against her canal, the fluids pushing its way out of her tunnel as it built up the fluids that coated the equine toy.
Brigitte then grabbed the bar holding up the weights, a hundred pounds on each side. With a little heft, she still managed to hold it up, slowly pushing herself back down on the cock’s length, building herself up as she squeezed her canal in on the toy to help ‘work out’ with a technique she heard was called kegels. She figured if she would work her pussy out during this strange public session, she might as well work out the rest of her body where it could.
The men were in admiration of her body, looking between her reflection and her backside. With every push down on the cock, her ass would lightly jiggle, while her juices stuck to the toy the deeper she went. Strands of the substances bridged back to the skin surrounding her labia, shrinking back down when she went deeper onto the stallion staff. Those watching her only wished that their cocks were as meaty as the toy implied it could be, though for as much as it worked to get them riled into heat, they still worried that perhaps they had been setting themselves up for disappointment; that maybe her expectations would be skewed when they see their dicks compared to it.
“Forty-two…forty…threeeeee…” Brigitte groaned as she tried to keep to a steady pace, the weights on her shoulders helping keep her on the thicker end of the shaft. Her pussy squeezed in on the lower base of the staff, which slowly began to change her pace during the squatting session. Rather than fully standing up from her position, the Swede began to only work herself halfway up the rod, then slamming her ass all the way down to the ground. THe men were stunned, particularly those staring at her reflection, as they could see where the flattened tip of the staff punched at her abs from the inside. They were impressed, yet simultaneously scared, that she could handle all that length without caution or pain.
It led to questions regarding her experience with such a cock before…
Before that fear began to override their urges, some of the men finally decided that it was time to do something, with at least three of them, including the goateed man, surrounding her as they urged her to suck on their now exposed cocks.
“So,” said the goateed man, “do you think that you can handle us while doing your squats?”
Brigitte subconsciously licked her lips, as though the aphrodisiac was kicking in to tell her what to do. She tried to lean her head out to reach for the cock, pushing forward when she rose up from her squatted position. She managed to swallow the goateed man’s dick down her throat, impressing the rest of the men watching on. From afar, there were plenty of women watching as the men surrounded Brigitte, but they shrugged it off with disgust. They figured it was just some gym rat getting attention, thinking little of whoever they men garnered attention for, as if they had seen this many times before.
The fluids on the horse cock were starting to build up, pooling off the toy’s base and making its way onto the gym floor. Brigitte refused to stop, as though she felt that she still needed to continue her squatting exercises until she reached a certain number. Though as she garbled ‘one hundred’ against the goateed man’s cock, no one knew for certain just how much longer she would want to keep flexing her cunt on the equine rod.
Brigitte showed much more of an impressive talent to this, though whether it was due to experience or her aphrodisiac affecting how she could handle such a sex drive. She slammed her ass down harder as her head swapped between each of the cocks presented to her, pushing so much of her saliva onto them in order to drench their meat. For just one push of the lips over them, they were splattered in so much of it that it was left dangling from the underside, leaving them in as much of her fluids as the ones sticking to the toy cock.
Brigitte was growing hornier the longer she stuck to the horse cock, with the men watching her ass drop to the floor before rising up with such quick speeds that they swore she was bouncing off of it. They stroked away at their cocks, thinking how much fun it would be to get themselves inside her while she preoccupied herself with the three cocks, being the ones to fill her holes for a change.
Finally, the two men flanking the goateed man helped Brigitte up off the cock, which popped straight from her muff while still bridging the fluids from the tunnel as they slowly broke off of her. After she put the weights back on their resting point, they bent her over to push her lips back on the rod, while forcing her to hold their dicks to rub into simultaneously. Without her realizing it, she had been placed into her squatting position, though the only difference was that her ass had been pushed out, exposed to the rest of the men swarming her that were eager to plug her up.
“Mlph!” Brigitte’s moan was muffled by the cock as the man with his triangle-shaped torso stuffed his meat inside her cunt, pushing his way through the hole with a weird sense of satisfaction coming through his mouth. Her pussy was indeed well lubricated for his staff, which was already thick and meaty, pushing its way through the canal while pumping away to help himself burrow deeper into her genitals.
The man grabbed hold of Brigitte’s hips, his thumbs running against her ass while pumping his way into her snatch. The cheeks jiggled with every jut against her body, with the man trying to recreate the particular bounce it had when it reached the ground. Instead, all he was doing was causing them to jiggle, showing off just how much junk was in her trunk. She was well padded for someone of her physique, which was an admittedly surprising thing for any of those men to realize.
The two men she had been stroking at alongside the goateed man were starting to feel the strain of her strength, as she gripped away at their schlongs with the same effort she would a pulley. They were groaning heavily, with one of them curling his chin to his chest while gritting his teeth. The Swede had a strong hold on their cocks, whether she knew it or not, and was finally beginning to force their veins to pump intensely as her thumbs worked at the crowns with additional stimulation, even as she pressed down hard on them.
“Man, she’s horny, but she’s still got a pretty good grip on my dick,” groaned the one man.
“Yeah, no shit,” said the other. “I wasn’t counting on her actually being this strong! I figured it was just all aesthetic!”
“Isn’t she Swedish?” asked the triangle man. “That might make sense.”
The bald man with his goatee doubled over as he felt Brigitte pumping her lips harder against the shaft, leading all the way down to his base. Her chin slammed against his balls, with her saliva pooling from her mouth as she looked up at him with weirdly innocent eyes, as though that were the one thing the aphrodisiac couldn’t take away from her. Her lips were tight on his rod, as were the ones swallowing the triangle man’s dick, though with this orifice, her tongue was able to swirl and wiggle around the member, stirring up further feelings for her activities until he was on the brink, just like those that flanked his sides.
“Nnnngh! God…dammit!”
The goateed man and the pair with him shot their loads, with Brigitte still pumping her throat around the length. While his jizz spilled into her mouth and throat, with the Swede gulping it down, the other two cocks splashed their seed onto her face, coating her freckly skin with the spunk as it flew out constantly over the span of seconds. She was covered in their cream, with even some of it landing on her back, somehow on the cleavage of her chest, and the sports bra itself.
“Ohhh, fuck,” the goateed man groaned. “I think I need to take a seat. But that was so fucking good…”
“Thanks,” Brigitte said, her freed hands now reaching down for her snatch. “Though I think I really enjoy this bit of the workout. I’m surprised Reinhardt never taught me this one.”
That just stirred up more thoughts of the matter in the audience of men, who were now thinking about a giant such as the Overwatch tank riding Brigitte, who was tall compared to their stature, but still overpowered by that of such a legend. They only wished they could ream her like they imagine him to.
“Oh, no,” the Hispanic man said with a mock gasp, “it looks like your bra is stoned. You might as well take it off!”
“Well, I guess you guys would know best…” Brigitte did as the Hispanic man suggested, lifting the bra up from her breasts, causing them to bounce as they hung freely. After it was fully removed, the Hispanic couldn’t help himself, giving them a fondle for a brief moment until the opportunity was taken from him by his cohort.
The triangle man took advantage of Brigitte now being free from holding the other cocks, wrapping his arms around her thighs and swinging them upwards to have her folded against his chest. Brigitte was now able to see for herself just how big his cock was in the reflection, as it bent its way into her pussy throughout.
“Oh, wow,” Brigitte huffed. “Are you sure that horse cock wasn’t molded after your own?”
The triangle man laughed. “I get that quite a lot.”
Wrapping his arms around hers, the man managed to get a good grip on all of her limbs, keeping her bent like a pretzel while admiring himself and Brigitte in the mirror. The Hispanic man grew impatient, however, wanting to have a piece of the Swedish meat they were banging.
“What the-? Hey! What gives?!” The triangle man was shocked when his Hispanic friend grabbed his cock, pulling it out of Brigitte so that he could sheathe himself within her muff instead.
“I wanna get in on this too, yanno,” the Hispanic man demanded, guiding his cock into her snatch. “Just stand still, I gotta try to fit it into her cunt!”
“Dude, easy! Don’t shove her too hard,” warned the triangle man as he stumbled on his feet. “You’re gonna make me…whooooa!”
“Kyeeeee!”
Brigitte and the man holding her folded body cried out as they fell back on the padded bench, both of them laying down as her holes were now fully presented to the others watching them. The Hispanic man was more than happy to stuff his rod into her while leaning over her body, while the triangle man groaned, discouraged by the lack of pussy swallowing up his length.
“Can someone spot me?” asked the triangle man. “At least stuff me in her ass if I can’t feed her pussy my seed!”
One of the men was kind enough to fix that issue for them, pushing his cock into Brigitte’s behind. As it had not focused on training in a manner similar to her pussy, it was a much tighter squeeze, although it still had some lubrication to it thanks to filling her pussy up moments prior. She was now being pounded by two dicks at the same time, breathing heavily through her nostrils as she stared distantly at the ceiling lights over her head. She pursed her lips, her toes curling in as the Hispanic began to thrust more rapidly into her snatch, while the man beneath her could only do so little to stimulate pleasure in her asshole now that he was immobilized.
Two more men joined the fray, holding their cocks out for Brigitte to reach with her hands. She was a little tied down, as the triangle man had yet to let go of her arms or legs, thus she couldn’t literally give them a hand. She stared at the lengthy meat presented, distracting herself from the hard rocking efforts the Hispanic put into his hip thrusts, as their impatience caused them both to massage the crowns on repeat until she could treat them herself.
The triangle man underneath her refused to let go, though what little effort he was putting into things still caused his cock to throb inside her rectal cavity. She pursed her lips as she realized how little control she had, only for her urges of passionate feeling increasing the more the Hispanic pummeled her pussy. The fluids had thinned into a more watery substance from the thick nectar it became during her horse ride, now spurting out when the tanned cock pulled out, churning away at her hole until he managed to penetrate her cervix.
Brigitte squeezed her canal and rectum in on the two cocks, startling their owners as they brought pause to their motions. The bodies tensed up, though the triangle man finally let go of his grip on her arms and legs to cling to the bench, prompting the Swede to finally bring the other two attention with her hands. The service was explicit, as she aimed particularly for the crowns as much as they had, though the Hispanic still rolled her legs over her head as he leaned over her, watching her breasts jiggle with every motion as his dick threatened to push its way inside her womb.
Unfortunately for either of them, Brigitte’s grips were too strong, though she might not have been aware she was even doing so under the influence of the aphrodisiac. The Swede had such a squeeze on their cocks that they could barely make the right moves in which they desired. While the triangle man had little in the way of a venture to make, the Hispanic conceded defeat to the ginger woman, punching her cervix one last time before arching his back, pushing his hands down on her breasts as he prepared to erupt.
“Aaaahnnnn…”
Brigitte quivered as she felt the blast of the milky fluids from the Hispanic filling her canal up, though part of it managed to shoot its way into the reproductive organs. She sucked on her lip while holding onto the cocks in her hand, squeezing on the crowns as the two men tensed up. With such sensitive tips, they felt such a tight amount of tension in their groins that they shot out their fluids at the same time as the others, though the Swede’s palms blocked them from hitting her face.
The Hispanic and triangle man pulled out of Brigitte’s holes, her legs finally relaxing from being in the air for so long that she felt relief when she could rest her feet on the ground. Out of instinct by her aphrodisiac, she licked the palms of the spunk residing on them, all while glancing at herself in the mirror to watch the jizz leak its way out of her ass and pussy.
“I could use another drink of water, please…” Brigitte asked, wiping her saliva covered palms over her abs.
“Are you sure you need that when you’ve got this?” asked a dark skinned man, towering over Brigitte with his cock, which even from over her head looked as though it could destroy her pussy the same way the horse cock punched against her stomach. The aphrodisiac still affected the Swede, her hands rubbing her clit to keep herself stimulated as she stared at the big black cock, unaware that her fluids leaked out with the Hispanic’s seed.
“Please, fill me up…” Brigitte begged.
“You did say you were thirsty,” said the dark skinned man, pulling on her legs until she was kneeling on the ground. With one leg on top of the bench, the man leaned into Brigitte’s face with his cock pushing through her lips, though it was this moment where the Swede was introduced to his giant balls, which hung so low from his groin that they slammed into her throat like wrecking balls. The ginger nearly choked from this angle, especially as the balls were slamming into his cock while it bulged out from the inside. Brigitte held onto the thigh still on the ground, pushing against it to keep him from fully stuffing the whole length, which even in her heated state she was uncertain if she could take such a beast.
The dark skinned man grinned as he doubled over to look back at Brigitte, pumping away vehemently at her throat as he felt the tight squeeze against her pipes. Brigitte slammed her eyes shut as all she felt she could do was cough and hack, the rod hitting her gag reflexes so vehemently. Her saliva began to pool out of her lips, trailing down her chin and throat before reaching her chest, while her tongue waggled away at the underside. Her teeth nibbled down rapidly on the cock as well, causing her dark skinned suitor to moan and groan with a weird delight he never knew he could feel until this gym wench came around.
“Urrrgh, this bitch is too good for us,” said the dark skinned man. “I was gonna breed her stupid, but she’s got a throat that doesn’t quit!”
“I’ll say,” said another man observing the action, massaging his bulge against his hands. “She’s horny as fuck, but she wants that control!”
Brigitte ignored their words, unaware that they were even talking about her. All she wanted to do was please herself, but as the dark skinned man continued to pummel her throat from inside and out, she didn’t feel as though she was getting that type of pleasure. Thus, her free hand continued to claw at her canal, helping to drain the fluids from her snatch that the Hispanic left behind.
“HRRRRGLHHH!” Brigitte quaked under the dark skinned man, blasting her fluids out onto the floor while cleaning her canal of the cum. As her fingers rubbed frantically at the spongy area of her tunnel, her fluids spurted out excitedly, creating a puddle on the ground while splatters of the fluids splashed outwards, covering a wide amount of area that none of the gym regulars had ever seen before in their lives. Perhaps those kegel exercises she had performed earlier had done enough work for her to create such an immense blast of fluids that they could only dream of with their own girlfriends, assuming they had any. But all that cumming caused Brigitte to have a brief spasm, which was enough to set her friend up for his climax.
“HRK!” The dark skinned man was finally pushed to the brink by way of Brigitte’s throat, quaking over her head as he lost balance. He held onto the bench for dear life as he struggled to stand tall, even as Brigitte swallowed his spunk and used her tongue to clean the skin, even as it shot out gallons of his loads. For every bit of seed to leave her pussy and gaping ass, the dark skinned man made sure to pump and dump a little extra to make up for the difference that she lost through those other holes.
Once he was at last finished, the dark skinned man yanked his dick from Brigitte’s throat, leaving the Swede with a raw sensation afterwards. As it felt a little dry following that, she grabbed her saliva drenched throat and asked, “Please, my water…”
One of the men rolled his eyes, almost feeling sorry for the ginger. Not sorry enough to tell her that her drink had been spiked, but he still managed to deliver the bottle to the ginger, who held her mouth wide open as she squeezed it onto her tongue, practically gargling on it while most of the contents torrented from her chest to her abs.
The men looked around at themselves, uncertain if they had created a monster with this. Especially now that she drank so much more compared to the simple gulp she had before. Who knew how bad this could get. As most of them were already strong gym guys, they were practically up for the challenge.
That prompted two more of the men to approach her, lifting her to her feet as they placed her hands onto their shafts to tug away at their length. Brigitte’s mouth remained open, the scent of spunk still on her tongue as she made out with them, swapping between them while she put focus on massaging their crowns. Her thumbs teased away at the urethral slits, pumping out precum out of the small hole with as far as her digits were willing to go within them. It caused the men to startle and quiver as a result of the light insertion, her thumbs getting moistened by their clear fluids escaping.
Brigitte decided to try something different, resting her knees on the bench as she leaned forward, putting her backside on display for the men behind her while she leaned forward to play with the cocks she had been giving priority over. As she pushed their crowns together, she wagged her tongue vehemently against the tips, getting between them on occasion while dragging across the top and bottom. She soon brought her lips over their tips, humming in delight as she managed to suckle them both at the same time. Her pacing had slowed down a little, coming to a calm, though it wouldn’t last for too long when one of them finally met her invitation to finally ride her exposed backside, hoping to keep more of their friends’ creamy fluids inside her holes.
“Hnnnngh…” Brigitte softly bit her teeth down on the crowns as she looked at the reflection, finding her backside getting penetrated by another man, his thickness managing to match up with the size of her anus. She still squeezed in on it out of habit, wondering if she could cause herself to gape hard if she exercised it enough. The two men groaned as they waited for the Swede’s mouth to relax on their dicks, as they were ready to penetrate her throat. Though which one would get inside of her was a matter of debate.
Unfortunately for them, Brigitte chewed at their tips as though it were gum, getting it between her front teeth while admiring the pumps against her backside. With her ass raised over her head, she could see for herself how it shook and bounced in the reflection, admiring the motions while she breathed against the crowns.
“Ahhh, shit, man!” said the one man, backing out as his dick scraped from her teeth. “I can’t take it any longer, I’m gonna cum!”
“Yeah, I can’t handle this mouth,” said the other, “the teeth are just a little much!”
The man pumping against her rear scoffed. “Pussies,” he said.
The two men tried to push their rods fully into her throat, but they couldn’t reach it in time. Their seed instead splashed onto Brigitte’s face, coating her in the creamy fluids. Compared to the desperate needs she exhibited before, she was in a weird state of calm, which worried the gym regulars just a little. The one still riding her ass wasn’t too concerned, especially as he swore that she loosened her grip on his shaft at last. That allowed him to push deeper into her posterior, wrapping his arms around her waist while forcing her back into his shaft while his balls drenched themselves against her grooling cunt.
“Hey man,” shouted another man waiting for a turn, “how about you change it up a little bit if you’re not going to cum yet? She’s got holes to fill and you’re just leaving her empty!”
“Chill, man,” said the one pounding her posterior, “you can just use her mouth if you want.”
As though a secret word were uttered, Brigitte snapped out of her relaxed state, turning her head back to the gym member as he rode her with his member. “No, no, no! He’s right, he’s right! Just stuff my cunt with something, let one of them in me, please! Pretty please!”
The man sighed, as he copied a move that the triangle man had performed what felt like ages ago; wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled them out from underneath Brigitte, curling them up against her torso before lifting her up off the bench, putting her body on display as he held her against his chest. Brigitte stared at her reflection, in admiration of the way her body looked while it was being reamed by the man, how his balls could take a swing upwards with every thrust he put into her rectum.
One of the other men finally joined in on the fun, predictably the one that grew impatient with waiting for the shift in position. Brigitte didn’t quite respect him for that, but as she was in no position to complain about who would plow her cunt, she might as well accept what was coming her way. At the very least, he had a package that she was willing to try out.
“Ouuuugh!” Brigitte rolled her eyes as her head cocked back, her toes curling in as she allowed him to penetrate her. The thick piece of meat sheathed itself inside her muff, stretching out her canal for what weirdly felt as though the first time it had occurred within her. Or perhaps all her squeezing in on their shafts made it feel less likely for such a thing to happen, though it certainly was the most aggressive her reflexes had hit in the time she had spent being reamed.
In fact, this very moment was when she had to remind herself that she initially came to this gym to work out, and not to be plowed by a throng of men.
Her audience slowly began to peter out as they left their tribute around her, letting it splash onto the ground and the bench surrounding her. The two plowing her holes were at least polite enough to turn to the side so that Brigitte could still see her getting pumped by the two cocks, her legs folded against her body while she could still see her breasts bouncing about until the one sheathed inside her pussy pushed up against her, squishing them up against his chest just to watch them get squished up, as he had little to do with his own hands while the other one continued to ride her ass while burrowing as deep into her sphincter as he possibly could.
“More more more more,” Brigitte repeated in a heaving trance. “More cock, give me more cock, more cum! Stuff me with that cream! Plow me harder! Ride my ass and cunt until I’m roughed up raw!”
The two men surmised that the Swede was so caught up in her heat that she had no real idea what she was saying, aside from the accuracy that she was ready to be jizzed in her womb.
“KYEEEERRRRGH!”
Brigitte’s legs folded up, trying to wrap around the shoulders of the man in front of her as a result of his dick finally puncturing her womb after so many attempts were made to get in through the cervix. The cum on her face started bouncing about as a result of the heavy bouncing that occurred on their two shafts, penetrated by such meaty members that were throbbing violently in her holes. They certainly did work out, though it seemed they performed kegel exercises similar to her own, only meant for their genitals. The veins were throbbing hard yet heartily, a sign of good healthy by what the Swede was familiar with thanks to her time spent with Reinhardt.
“Cummmmiiiiiiiing!” Brigitte whimpered, her teeth clenched down as she pushed her forehead against the one pounding her pussy. “Cumming cumming cumming cumming, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop, just keep going, keep going, keep going…”
“Damn, that really wasn’t too smart to give her more of that drink, huh?” asked the one stuck in her ass over her pleas for more cum.
“GNNNNNNNGH!”
Brigitte shifted about in their arms, her ass going in all directions as she gushed her fluids out against the man’s dick as it rode away at her womb, the crown caught inside the cervix. As her juices spurted in rapid succession from her muff, the high stream of sex splashed against the man, prompting him to lose focus as he shot his load into her womb, assuring that at least one of his swimmers would make its way to her eggs.
The man in her ass squeezed his arms into her legs as his grip tightened, unable to hold himself back as his own spunk flooded her rectal cavity, filling it up with so much jizz that it ended up leaking from her anus. He bit into her shoulder as he rode out the high following the release, but overall he was spent, as was everyone else that had managed to get their turn with the buff ginger.
Brigitte was put down on her feet, though she stumbled onto the bench as she collapsed on her knees, losing the feeling briefly from such a wild ride. With cum covering her face, she slowly started to realize what she had been doing with her time in the gym, almost wasted if she didn’t have a slight bit of fun with what occurred.
“Maybe public gyms aren’t that good an idea…” sighed Brigitte, gathering her clothes off the ground as she stumbled her way to the locker rooms, ignoring the glances she was getting from all of the other gym visitors. She was ready to take a shower.
Unfortunately for her, the cum covered her vision at the worst time while her legs threw her balance off, causing her to stumble into a locker room full of men who were unaware of what had just gone on in the main workout area, but were themselves worked up into a post-workout heat.
“...oh crap.”
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