Femboy Body Workout Novels & Stories

Overheated, I removed the coat, revealing the home workout outfit underneath. Sweat had soaked the clothes, tracing every line of my body. More revealing than a bikini, the outfit emphasized my chest and hips. A hint of allure showed through the thin fabric, and on closer inspection, one could make out the dense, neat dark hair below. "That's it for today's therapy. Your son's condition is improving, but more practice is needed." I twisted on the mat, lifting my head to meet Mr. Hayes's gaze. My chest bounced with the motion.

Letícia had just moved into 12B. At twenty-six, she had the kind of body that made men lose their train of thought: she worked out four times a week but never skipped a good feijoada or spoon brigadeiro. The result was firm, soft flesh full of curves. Her breasts were large, heavy, natural, swaying freely under the thin white cotton t-shirt she wore now, with no bra. Her dark nipples poked through the fabric like two buttons begging to be sucked. Her ass was round and perky, the kind of butt that made any man turn his head and imagine burying his face there and licking until she begged.

SOPHIA’S POV My body was on fire. I was still on all fours on the locker room bench, completely naked, ass up, pussy dripping and throbbing with desperate need. Ryan’s thick cock was pressed right against my entrance, the fat, hot head nudging my soaked folds but refusing to push inside. Every tiny movement made me whimper. I was shaking. My strong legs trembled, my arms barely holding me up. At 25, I’d always been the confident, in-control girl at the gym, but right now I was reduced to a dripping, begging mess for this 30-year-old muscular trainer.

That alone was something I admired deeply. I watched her now, running through the obstacle course I had set up. Her body, once soft and worn, was starting to reflect the intensity of our sessions. Her legs had grown stronger from all the walking and sprints. I could see the muscle tone developing in her calves and thighs, a subtle power that spoke volumes of her effort. Her arms, too, were beginning to show the results of her work—defined but still lean. She wasn’t bulking up, just sharpening, becoming more and more refined, like a blade honed for battle.

I replied. As normal he went first, but I spent the entire time happily admiring his body. His short, shorts rode up his thick, ebony thighs. My eyes went all over his muscular body. His short black hair started to glisten with sweat as he worked out. I realised that my cock was starting to grow as I stared at him, and I needed to keep it under control. By the end of the workout, I was a horny mess. I knew that as soon as I got home, I would be wanking again over this beautiful man.

I left him that day, kissing him on the cheek for his hard work. Mom: "Day Sixty-one: Jim pounded away at the weights as I watched, his fabulous physique just sweaty enough to look like one of those hunky studs in Mr. Olympia or some other contest. The sweat dripping off his body highlighted those glorious muscles. My baby today measured 20 inches at the bicep and nine inches in the manhood department. He now insists that he will only keep training if I do the measurements, including measuring that heavenly erect cock of his. I am still a good mother and have only stroked and caressed that gorgeous steel hard symbol of virility because his tiny-equipped father ordered me to. I do confess to

Her yoga and steady workouts keep her body toned, that’s for damn sure. Her tits are nice and full, tipped with pretty pink nipples. Her tiny waist flares into wide, shapely hips and the glistening triangle between her thick thighs with a light dusting of blonde hair is what has my knees threatening to buckle. Fuck. She’s one hell of a woman. “Fred…”

My voice turns out softer. Sexy tousled hair, eyes as stormy as a haboob in the hot desert; Red takes a small, nonchalant stride toward me. His chest—oh his chest is so naked, sinew lines of muscles and those damn six packs so well placed on its grand display. What a sight. I gulp again.

Jody gets turned on by a video of her parent's swinging. (contination fro the previous story) ************* ********** I'm Jody, this is my part of the story. I'm 18 and about 5 feet 8 inches tall and weigh about 130 pounds with long dark brown hair worn most often in a ponytail. I'm a bit of a tomboy but have no doubt, I'm all woman. My body is firm and mostly muscle with pretty nice rounded breasts and buns of steel because I'm more of an athlete than an academic. I like to play sports of any kind.

Flesh pressed to one another unnecessarily tight, bodies pinned on the ground, thighs wrapped around his neck… That day she had insisted on her practicing a few moves that were appropriate for female fighters rather than males. She had noticed over years of training that because most trainers in the clans were male most fighting techniques were designed and derived from a male body advantages. Damien was pleasantly surprised at the new combat moves she used that relied entirely on her feminine frame, agility and speed. It was like seeing a lioness on a hunt.