My first karate lesson was impressive. In many ways. The trainer was of course a multiple karate master and knew what he had to teach the students. The students were all very disciplined and eager to learn. And this sport itself obviously revealed so much more than I had imagined. Besides, if I had been looking for a man, there would probably have been no better place than a karate class. Because the guys around me were, at least visually, almost without exception

almost without exception. Apart from me, there were three other women taking part in the beginners' course. Two of them gave up after the first few lessons. The one who was left next to me was pretty tough. A real fighter. Just like you should be for this sport. I found this type of self-defense a bit rough for me personally at times. But it also fascinated me and I wanted to learn how to defend myself. Especially in a city like mine, this would certainly be of great benefit to me one day. And even though I thought a few times in the first few hours about whether it was really the right sport for me in view of the countless injuries I had sustained, I didn't think about giving up. Giving up was not an option for me anyway.

Admittedly, what also inspired me to keep going were the really nice-looking male karate participants. Of course, they were all athletic and well-built. But they were also nice and open and always treated me like a woman, even in the most heated

situations like a woman. All in all, most of them were real gentlemen. That was another thing I liked about the sport. It taught courtesy and respect for each other. I didn't want to get involved with anyone in my group. Because I was in a happy relationship, but I found myself unable to get enough of looking at these male bodies so close and, of course, being able to touch them.

After the first few lessons, I joined the others in the sauna after class for the first time. The weather was cloudy and autumnal and I was looking forward to the heat and the steam to loosen up my tired muscles. I wasn't prepared for the sight I was about to see.

When I entered the shower room in front of the sauna, I hesitated. A total of five of my fellow athletes were already showering. They didn't even see me and were devoting themselves exclusively and very intensively to their personal hygiene. They all had the perfect bodies for me. Muscular, masculine, partially tanned by the artificial sun. I found them breathtakingly erotic. The way they stood there under the pattering showers, in the rising steam, with lathered bodies and damp hair. They behaved in typical male fashion and I felt the heat rising inside me as one of them devoted himself to cleaning his penis.

I was about to leave again and wait until the showers were free when one of them called out: "Hey, guys, make some room for our sporty girlfriend!" The boys grinned at me and politely made room. So I had to move between the male pack and could only try to look as cool as possible and not too direct. Of course, they also briefly inspected my body, which was quite presentable, but they didn't stare at me in a way that would have made me feel uncomfortable. Nevertheless, I only took a quick shower because the cool water didn't really get to grips with my physical heat, chirped a friendly "Thanks, guys!" and disappeared into the sauna.

Four of my karate athletes were already sitting there and were only too happy to make room for me. They looked just as hot as the ones in the shower. Well-built bodies wherever I looked, and well-built ...

I was sweating far too quickly, trying to hold out as long as possible and cast furtive glances without attracting attention, which wasn't easy at all. While I was looking at these guys, I was overwhelmed by an erotic atmosphere that captivated me. I could feel the men's eyes on me. Not too intrusive, but still interested, and I particularly enjoyed the sweat running down my body that day. It flowed around my nipples and trickled down into my lap. And I hoped they would all see it. The boys would see the sweat beading down on me because the sight was so erotic.

Despite the heat, my nipples stood up. I closed my eyes and got hot inside. Some of my fellow athletes left, others came. I was the only woman left. It was wonderful!

But then the heat finally drove me out of the sauna. Normally I couldn't stand it that long. My breathing became heavy. I needed air and urgently needed to cool down. The cold water did me good. My nipples tightened under the pattering cold jet. All around me were steaming male bodies. Under half-closed eyelids, I saw well-toned bellies, muscular chests, strong arms and sinewy thighs, half-erect limbs and clean-shaven testicles.

I felt the breath on the back of my neck and became restless. The hand that slid over my shoulder onto my chest was purposeful. It stayed on it and became heavier. The second hand that moved to my other breast did not match the first.

Different hands, different fingers, different touches. Then two different mouths kissed me on my neck. Someone lifted my long, sweaty hair. The fingers touching my stomach were just as new as the fingers on my thighs. I kept my eyes closed. I couldn't have stood so much desirable masculinity around me.

"Spread your legs!"

I leaned against a strong body and wanted to let it do everything to me. My thighs opened up. Someone turned off the shower before I soaked. I felt the steam on my skin and sighed blissfully. The first finger on my clitoris elicited a shameless moan from me. Hands pressed around my breasts. I felt a tongue on my nipples. Then two. How many hands touched me? How many fingers were seducing me? Could it be that many or perhaps even more? My pubic area was pampered extensively. The fingers alternated and with them the type of touch. Sometimes I was touched gently and tenderly, then more briskly or even a little roughly. Then slowly or quickly. The variations robbed me of my inhibitions. The only thing left was this lust that made me feel fuzzy and that I wanted to surrender to unconditionally.

I screamed as lips and tongues made my hot spot big and sighed with relief when the first finger slipped inside me. Soon it would be time. Soon I would feel one of those plump limbs inside me! I wanted them all. One after the other or at the same time. My overwhelming lust was getting out of hand. "Are you ready?" I nodded with my eyes closed. I was ready. For whatever they were going to do to me. Someone lifted me onto two strong thighs and gently bent me backwards. I leaned against hairy torsos. My arms were wrapped around strong necks. My thighs were spread apart and held by tender hands. Someone pulled my abdomen forward. I felt something pressing between my thighs that I had been impatiently awaiting.

Which of the men did this imposing piece belong to? I opened my eyes for a tiny moment. But all I saw was the water vapor in front of his face as his penis pushed into me. My thighs were bent so that they could thrust deeper into me. Tongues licked over my hard nipples, lips kissed my body as the strap pleasured me. I moaned loudly and didn't know what to do with my lust. Was I already having an orgasm so quickly? At least I was swimming in an ecstasy that began almost immediately and then lasted forever, resembling many small climaxes.

The men who pushed themselves into me changed, but my overwhelming lust remained. Then I was turned around and pulled onto a lap that held a penis for me that took my breath away. It filled me up and drove me forward in my lust. Further and further. Was that even possible?

Hands helped me up and down on this hard sword and determined the rhythm. When I thought it couldn't get any hotter, when I thought I had experienced and savored everything, I was gently bent forward and someone skillfully opened my buttocks to slowly push themselves in between. Before I could realize what was happening, someone was massaging my anus softly. They pressed me onto this second penis, which pushed itself infinitely gently but unwaveringly into the back of my anus. I couldn't believe it. I was being spoiled twice, I had two of these unique potencies inside me. At the same time. There could be no greater arousal! That was not possible. I went into a frenzy of lust that robbed my senses and left me without will.

Let these men do what they wanted to me. They were already doing it anyway. And everything they did to me was indescribably and uniquely good for me!

It burned deep inside me, front and back. Ecstasy was boiling. Was it hotter in my pubic area or between my buttocks? Did the lips on my breasts send shivers down my spine or was it the tongues in my neck?

The steam from the shower mixed with my body sweat. I floated away. On a carpet woven from lust and greed, shamelessness and madness. I heard myself shouting "Yes, yes, yes ..." before an ecstasy overtook me that I had never thought could be possible ...

My boyfriend was asleep when I got home. I had to wake him up. My fantasy would keep me awake all night. I had become so aroused by my lustful thoughts, my depraved imaginings, that I had to let off steam. He blinked in surprise as I reached for him. I drove the tiredness from his limbs and did him like I hadn't done for far too long. I rode him and thought of the strong straps of my athletes. I let myself ride and thought of the plump limbs. I rode him until all my lust was satisfied and I could let go of my boyfriend completely sated ...

He looked deep into my eyes the next morning and asked: "Where did your passion come from last night?" I blushed and just smiled. "Did you get horny with your strong karate guys and then take it out on me?" I blushed even more and tried to shake my head, but it wasn't convincing. But my boyfriend knew I only loved him and said with a smile: "Keep dreaming, darling, as long as you only make your dreams come true at home..."

Dirty women's fantasies - "The Shower Orgy" by Lisa Cohen - Carl Stephenson Publishers

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