My first attempt to write a story. Please excuse the rather bumpy english, this was translated via Google translator… let me know what you think.
From the outside, Janine and John were a dream couple: both were fitness freaks and met in the gym about 5 years ago. Already at the first meeting, John was impressed by Janine's impressive physique. Janine, now 52 years old, has been a passionate bodybuilder for over 10 years. She works out in the gym 4 times a week, where she is almost part of the inventory. And with her 1.75m height and 72kg muscle weight, she is almost a figurehead of the studio. One day when Janine entered her beloved studio again, her heart sank: at the reception she saw a former rival, the only woman who had ever defeated her. And what a humiliation it was back then. Shortly before Janine met John, she was a regular visitor to another gym in a town about 150km away. Frank worked there as a fitness trainer. She often got tips from Frank, but less to make progress in her training and more to exchange a few words with him. She couldn't take her eyes off his steel body during her training sessions, and whenever Frank was around she tried to get his attention. She always wore the tightest workout clothes and made sure that Frank got a good look at her muscular body. She knew that Frank was with Dagmar, who worked as a temporary trainer in the same studio, but that didn't stop her from constantly being around Frank. One day, after Janine had just finished a particularly strenuous workout, Frank was arriving for work and Janine followed him into the staff locker room. Janine was drenched in sweat, her neon-colored top was soaked and her pierced nipples threatened to pierce the fabric. Her matching shorts were also almost transparent in some places from the moisture, although even Janine wasn't sure whether it was just sweat or other liquids. During her training, her thoughts were always with Frank, and more than once she had to release her sexual pressure in the locker room after a training session.
Frank had just taken off his shirt when he noticed Janine in the changing room. “Hey, sorry, but you don’t have access here, it’s only for staff,” said Frank. Janine took a few steps closer to him, took his hands and pressed them against her bust. She pushed Frank against the lockers with her muscular body and began kissing him passionately. Frank did his best, but he was so surprised by the attack that it took some effort to push Janine back. He asked her if she didn't know that he was with Dagmar, who can quickly become jealous. This didn't impress Janine much. She tensed her right bicep right in front of Frank's face and told him to feel her strength. She was more than willing to fight for Frank. “Looks like you’re about to get the chance,” Janine suddenly heard from behind her. Dagmar had also come into the changing room, which went unnoticed by Janine. “Shall we meet in the ring, or will you think about it again?” Dagmar asked. Janine wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, especially not when her beloved was waiting as the prize this time. “Nothing better than that! Frank, I hope you enjoy the sight of my muscles showing this half portion who really deserves you." Janine grabbed a pair of small boxing gloves and asked Frank to tie them up while Dagmar put on her sports clothes. Frank tried to stop Janine from competing with his girlfriend in the ring. “Janine, please don’t run into a wall. You're really impressively strong, but you have no chance against Dagmar." Janine just laughed and started banging her boxing gloves together. Every now and then she would work the punching bag to warm up before a workout, and she loved the loud sound of leather on leather. The thought of her fists dominating Dagmar made her even wetter than she already was. While she waited for her opponent to come out of the locker room, she started hitting a punching bag with loud moans. She quickly attracted the attention of the other visitors. “Today you’re getting a little extra show that you won’t soon forget,” Janine called out to the small crowd that had already gathered around the boxing ring. A good 15 minutes passed before Dagmar showed up. She was wearing a sports bra and very tight bike shorts. A thin layer of sweat covered Dagmar's body. Apparently she had already warmed up after changing. “So, time to learn your lesson?” asked Dagmar, and both climbed between the ropes into the ring. They quickly agreed on 3-minute rounds and that they would fight until one opponent gave up. Frank asked one last time if both were ready and rang the gong for the first round. Janine stormed towards Dagmar like a wild woman and began to hit her rival with everything she had. Dagmar, on the other hand, was clearly on the defensive. She held her fists to her face and her arms and elbows protected her body. The round ended as it began. After the final bell of round 1, both returned to their corners. Dagmar was unimpressed with Janine's performance. Not a single blow had landed and she was now even more confident than she was before the fight. Janine, on the other hand, was a bit frustrated that she wasn't able to land a hit. She would have thought that she would land the decisive blow in the first round. The audience also couldn't hold back a few sarcastic comments. Janine knew that in the next round she would have to do everything she could to avoid making a complete fool of herself. The second round began, and to Janine's horror, it was just as unsuccessful as the first, except for the small difference that Dagmar took her fists away from her face from time to time and landed quite strong hits on Janine's body. Towards the end of the round, a 6-punch combination landed that sent Janine stumbling back a few steps. Janine could really use the break. She sat down heavily on the chair in her corner. It had only been the second round and already she was not only out of breath but also sweatier than before. Sweat was dripping from her head and her top was already barely able to absorb anything. Under her arms and between her proud breasts you could clearly see the dark spots soaked with sweat. Her muscles were pumped to their maximum from the effort, but the heavy breathing and the puddles of sweat forming under her chair were a sign that something wasn't going according to plan. As she stood up for the next lap, small rivulets of sweat could be seen running down her impressive legs and disappearing into her shoes. Frank rang the starting bell for round three, and as Janine moved towards her opponent again, those watching near the ring could hear a smacking sound from Janine's shoes. The previous hour-long workout had already soaked her heavily worn Nike Air Force 1 sneakers, but now the point had been reached where the shoes were saturated. Her feet were literally swimming in their own sweat, and Janine thought it hadn't been a wise move to wear her white mid-top sneakers for this fight. But at least she couldn't expect that she would have to spend so long to defeat this little opponent. Halfway through the round, Janine had to admit that she had exhausted herself a bit too much and decided, for better or worse, to go on the defensive because she simply had no more room for any more attacks in this round. Dagmar just waited for this moment and began her attack. Hit after hit landed on Janine's body, and even her impressive abdominal muscles, soon began to suffer. With each hit, Janine moaned, which soon increased to a level you only know from a porn film. The round ended with Janine on the ropes and already noticeable redness on her muscular body. She returned to her corner, panting heavily. The audience's laughter made her blush with embarrassment. To her shock, she could see a fresh-faced Dagmar in the opposite corner, flexing her small but extremely hard biceps into the crowd. Janine had to admit that Dagmar really had the reins in her hand at the moment. She briefly thought about giving up, but the thought of a night with Frank as prize money made her get up for the next round. As he rang the gong, Dagmar sprinted towards Janine, trapping her in her own corner. Blow after blow found its target on Janine's abdominal muscles. Janine tried to protect her midsection with her fists. Although her head would have been a target for Dagmar, she only directed her attack one floor higher and aimed at Janine's impressive bust. It didn't take long and after every hit, Janine's eyelashes were clearly audible to those watching further back. The wild bouncing of her breasts strained her top to the limit, and when Janine desperately threw a wild punch, one of her straps tore, exposing one of her breasts. The audience began to cheer loudly at the sight. Janine thought the cheering was for her counteroffensive, because she hadn't yet realized what an embarrassing situation she was in. However, their efforts were soon nipped in the bud. Dagmar continued her attack on Janine's breasts. Janine was in constant reverse gear. Her footwork was reminiscent of a marathon runner running the distance in reverse gear. And step by step you could not only hear the sound of sweat, but also watch how the sole of the Air Force 1 squeezed under the weight of the bodybuilder with every step. Her leg muscles were so impressive that you couldn't believe how Janine had just been finished off. The bell that Janine desperately needed ended the round, and Janine visibly had problems returning to her corner. One of Janine's training partners, Jenny, rushed to her aid and tried to tie the torn strap together to get Janine ready for her next round. “Shit Jenny, she’s too strong. “I can’t take it anymore, I’m giving up.” Janine was completely desperate. “There is no such thing as giving up. Look at you, all your muscles. You are the strongest woman I know. All you need is one direct hit to send her to the moon,” said Jenny. When she had knotted the shoulder straps together, she gave her firm breasts a little kneading, and Janine actually got her to the point where she wanted to continue. However, the break went by far too quickly and Janine was still completely out of breath at the beginning of the next round. A few slow, clumsy and wildly swinging punches were all Janine could give before Dagmar ended the fight with a well-aimed hit to her chin. Janine fell like a felled tree and lay unconscious. However, Dagmar wasn't satisfied and decided to give Janine a lesson for hitting on her boyfriend. She also ripped the second strap of Janine's top and ripped off the remaining pieces of fabric. She then stripped Janine completely naked, first taking off her sneakers and then her sweaty shorts, which she immediately threw into the cheering crowd. Meanwhile, Janine was still unconscious. Dagmar took a sweaty sock from Janine, stuffed it into her mouth, and also held the opening of a smelly sneaker over her nose and mouth. Her own stench slowly brought Janine to consciousness. She realized with horror that she had been knocked out and that her humiliation was not yet over. The sight of the bodybuilder lying completely helpless on the ground in front of Dagmar with her steel muscles was impressive. She looked at the victor with pleading eyes, begging for her to take her smelly sneaker off her nose, pleading for her to end the ordeal. But Dagmar had other plans. She took off her shorts, took the salty-wet sock from Janine's mouth and knelt over her opponent. The sweaty vagina released copious amounts of love fluids coupled with a load of sperm from the wild morning sex with Frank. Dagmar slowly spread her legs further to lower her opening over Janine's mouth, grabbed Janine under her head with both hands, and literally pulled it into her overflowing cleft. “Lick for your life,” Dagmar shouted, and even between the toned legs of her superior opponent, Janine could hear the laughter of the spectators. In a panic, she did her best. She knew she had nothing left to oppose Dagmar. And it didn't take long before Dagmar was so excited that she had a never-ending orgasm and squirted her fluids all over Janine so much that she almost choked. The juices ran down Janine's face, and her already sweaty hair was now also soaked with Dagmar's juices. Dagmar grabbed her gym bag and pulled out a dildo. She, too, was often so sexually charged after training that she had to seek release in the locker room. Now she inserted it into Janine's crack. Janine begged her not to humiliate her like that in front of all her training colleagues, but she wasn't listened to. It didn't take long before the muscular woman's rhythmic movements could be noticed. The begging to let her go quickly turned into begging for more. “Please don’t stop watching me, please PLEASE!!! Yes, YES, YESAAAAAA,” Janine screamed. With loud moans, Janine had such an intense orgasm that she squirted her juices onto the ring floor for a minute. Frank came up to Dagmar to congratulate her on her victory and, still sexually charged, she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the locker room, from which clear noises soon came. Janine was helped to her feet by her training colleague, she grabbed her things and fled to her car, where she burst into tears from the humiliation. A short time later, she sold her apartment and decided to move to another city. And now, after all these years of repression, her arch rival is suddenly back in her life...
To be continued
