STEAM ROOM
by http://www.undergroundvideo.com


 
     Jennifer had been told by all of her friends that she had beautiful blue eyes that
complemented her lustrous hair and that it was a pity that she would sometimes
choose to cover them up with glasses. 
 
     "Wear you contacts all the time," they said, "and let the world see all of your
pretty face." 
 
     She ignored the recommendation, finding her need for glasses troublesome only
after a shower, or at the pool.  In bed, she didn't need them, preferring the blind
man's method of feeling one's way through the activity.  At work, she thought
glasses accorded her some professional distance from her male associates 
and clients.  They also communicated power and authority in some vague way. And
sometimes, in a hard to understand way, they provided her with shelter from the
world. 
 
     In short, it was very rare that Jennifer wished that she wore contacts instead of
glasses.  Only, now, at the new spa she had just joined, it was one of those times. 
 
     Moving in her mouth watering string bikini from pool to hot tub to pool was not
a problem.  She thought it just as well that she couldn't see the looks on the faces
of the men who ogled her with her beautiful breasts and glistening  
ass, all-but-nude in the tiny garment. 
 
     Now, however, she wanted to go to the steam room.  Glasses would be useless
inside, of course, but getting to the room down the tangle of corridors in the facility
was a real battle.  Now was one of those times that she wished she had worn her
contact lenses. 
 
     Stringing her way down the corridor in nothing but a towel, she at last found the
handle to the door marked "steam room".  She missed, however, the sign above, the
graphic image of a man, signifying "Men's Steam Room". 
 
     She stepped inside, her poor vision worsened by the fog-like density of steam in
the room.  At first, the men in the room didn't notice her either.   
 
     George, however, knew something was awry when he saw the glistening thighs
of a goddess and smelled the perfume of a woman's body, a scent unlike any other
on earth.  He elbowed Henry, who elbowed Mike, who alerted Jonesy.  In silence, the
men made a pact not to alert the world to the presence of this sensual, adventurous
creature in their midst. 
 
     Sweat poured from the men as they waited for the woman to say something. 
Jennifer, on the other hand, did not see the five men, stroking their cocks on the
benches beside and in front of her.  She felt the tension leave her muscles as the
sweat cascaded down her glistening thighs and between her succulent breasts. 
 
     Gradually, it became too hot for the towel and she removed it.  Jonesy shot his
load at that moment.  Her sensual build was revealed for all the men to see.  She
rubbed the sweat from between her swollen breasts with a sensual stroke of her
hand, and then repeated the motion to wipe off the trickling sweat that tickled her
inner thighs.  Henry lost control on that one. 
 
     She spoke to the "girl" beside her, "It's certainly hot in here." 
 
     Mike winked at George, and in his best falsetto, replied, 

"Well, why don't you lay down on the bench and enjoy a relaxing 
massage." 
 
     From the voice, Jennifer envisioned the speaker to be a heavyset masseuse.  She
complied, and Mike found himself standing over her back.  He began to rub her
glistening skin. 
 
     "Don't you have any massage oil or cream?" 
 
     Mike smiled.  The four men gathered around and stroked their throbbing cocks
over her back.  Each one came in a matter of minutes, and Mike massaged their
cream into her skin.  
     "
     That's better," she said.  "What do you use?  It gets kind of hard, like a mud
pack." 
 
     Mike turned up the falsetto once more. 
 
     "Well, the active ingredient is testosterone." 
 
     "You mean sperm?" 
 
     "Uh-huh." 
 
     His hands worked over her glistening ass, down to her silky pubic hair.  As he
came to her thighs, he inadvertently stroked her pussy.  She responded by moaning
slightly. 
 
     Mike took this as a signal to proceed.  He pressed her legs apart and gave her
inner thighs a thorough going over.  Then he caressed her perfumed cunt until it
glistened wet with sweat and cream.  Using deft strokes, he parted the labia with two
fingers and entered her with two others.  Again, her sensual ass rose to meet the
intrusion. 
 
     "God, steam makes me so horny.  I wish you were a man." 
 
     "But I am."  
     Jennifer started and sat upright.  She pulled her towel up 
over her breasts. 
 
     "What's wrong?" 
 
     "What's wrong is that you're a man." 
 
     "All of us are," responded George, "You're in the men's steam bath." 
 
     "My God." 
 
     "Look, ma'am," Henry chimed in, "There's no need to be uptight.  We've all seen
you nude and I think we all agree that you are the sexiest woman we've ever seen. 
And we all heard you say that you could use a man right now, and after seeing you,
we could sure use a woman.  Why don't we do it now?" 
 
     "All four of you?" 
 
     "Why not?  I'll bet you'll be satisfied." 
 
     Sweat ran down between Jennifer's thighs, tickling her pussy.  They were right
about her being horny. 

      "Show me what you've got." 
 
     Mike was on her in a second, or rather, she was on him.  He sat on the bench
behind her and pulled her down gently onto his organ.  Henry knelt in front of her
and licked her clit while Mike thrust himself inside.  George and Jonesy knelt on the
bench on either side of her and she took one cock into her mouth, then 
the other.  With so many cocks to satisfy, and so many men making love to her
luscious body, Jennifer couldn't help but come.  And she did, in wave after wave.  

 
     In the course of their workout, she took the best they had in every conceivable
position.  At one point, Mike's member  filled her mouth, while Jonesy and Henry
both entered her pussy, and George brought up the rear.  She was a magnificent
female animal, sweating and scratching her way to orgasm after orgasm, challenging
the men and taking the best they had to give. They fucked her in her pussy and ass
at the same time as she sucked on two throbbing cocks. They licked at her salty
sweat and tasted her thick creamy cum. She was drunk with pleasure and insane
with passion. 
 
     By the end of the session, she was covered in with cum and sweat as she lay at
the feet of four very satisfied men.  Henry, as it turned out, was an optometrist and
made Jennifer an appointment to fit her with contact lenses.   
 
     The one condition:  she would never wear them in the steam room.