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At the risk of sounding conceited, I'll say that I'm a better-than-average-looking 33-year-old divorced woman. I'm also a physical-fitness nut. Knowing this is what made my next-door neighbor Arty ask me if there was a way I would help his friend get in shape for his senior year of college football.

Because of our conflicting schedules during the week, I told Arty to have him come over Saturday. My spacious basement is an excellent place to exercise. Besides, I thought it would be more convenient than the public gym.

My alarm was set for eight o'clock, but the persistent ringing of the doorbell woke me before it went off. What made it worse was that I was right in the middle of a very erotic dream. As I slipped into my bath-robe and grudgingly went to answer the door, I was acutely aware of the wetness between my legs.

When I opened the door, there stood my neighbor's friend and a buddy of his. The sight of these two young, muscular bodies standing in front of me with their cut-offs and tight T-shirts quickly jarred me out of my sleepy daze.

"Sorry to wake you, Ms. Elliot, but Jeff and I are anxious to get started," said Brad, my neighbor's friend.

"I am too!" I said in my sexiest voice. "You guys go down to the basement, and I'll be down as soon as I put something on." Both of these gorgeous hunks had their eyes riveted to the spot where my loose fitting robe left a large portion of my 38D tits showing.

When I exercise, I usually wear tights underneath a one-piece bathing suit. But I wanted to look sexy. I slipped into a string-bikini bottom and a cutoff T-shirt that barely covered my bare breasts. My sensitive nipples were clearly visible, as were a few strands of blond pubic hair. "Perfect," I said aloud,

as I pressed the thin bikini up into my wet slit.

When the guys saw the way I was dressed, Brad dropped a dumbbell on his foot and Jeff tripped while skipping rope. I spent about 15 minutes trying to teach them basic aerobic exercises, but it was impossible to hold their attention.

Every time I raised my arms, my tiny T-shirt would ride up, thereby exposing my tits completely. When I bent over, the flimsy bikini slipped so far up my crack that I might as well had been wearing nothing at all. All of this caused the bulges in their shorts to swell to the point where they were in pain.

Finally, I giggled and said "That's enough for today, guys. Everyone upstairs to the shower."

"Did you say everyone?" Brad asked in a shocked voice.

"That's what I said. The coach needs a shower too," I cooed, taking hold of their sweaty hands and leading the way.

Once in the shower, I soaped them both up, paying special attention to their dicks, which were sticking straight up from between their legs. They in turn lathered me up, spending a lot of time on my blond mound and aching tits.

Finally, I could stand it no longer. So I instructed Jeff to sit down on the end of the tub and Brad to get behind me. While the water sprayed over our naked bodies, I took Jeff's huge cock deep into my mouth and motioned for Brad to fuck me doggie style. Within seconds Jeff filled my mouth with his delicious cum and Brad blasted his load deep inside my pussy. As for me, I had been having one gigantic orgasm after another ever since we got under the water.

Later, in my bed, the guys changed places, and I sucked and fucked them both again. I must have dozed off, because the telephone woke me, Brad and Jeff were gone. It was Arty, my neighbor, on the phone.

"Hi, Angela, sorry to bother you, but Brad told me what a terrific instructor you are. I was wondering if you'd be interested in working out with me? I'm especially interested in the shower exercises." His sexy voice left no doubt as to what he meant.

"Ummm, I'd love to work out with you," I whispered seductively.

"I'll be there in five minutes," he promised.

He was and we did. As a matter of fact, we "worked out" all afternoon and most of the night. I guess I'm pretty good, because he and the guys are thinking of nominating me for coach of the year.

 

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"Captain's log, stardate 52341.8. The Enterprise is in orbit around Alpha Draconis VII, here to investigate the disappearance of the Federation survey vessel Kukulkan six weeks ago. The Kukulkan was on a routine mapping and contact mission, and no cause for the ship's disappearance has

yet been found. I am sending down an away team to investigate what appears to be wreckage on the surface."

Commander Riker, Lieutenant Worf, Counselor Troi, and Doctor Crusher materialized in a shower of golden energy on the surface of the planet. It was Class M in all respects-- an oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere, about 15 degrees temperature, and gravity within a few points of Earth Normal. All in all, the planet could have been described as idyllic. There were a number of plant species around the beam-down point, all of which were closely analogous to Earth types. The buzzing of insects and the chirping of small mammals could be heard in the distance.

The away team had beamed down in a small clearing about a quarter of a kilometer from the suspected crash site. Riker immediately produced a tricord-er and began to scan the area for signs of higher life-forms. Worf immediately drew a phaser and scanned the trees for signs of hostile life-forms.

"This way," said Riker, nodding roughly northward. The trek through the light wood was pleasant enough, even if their mission was far from a pleasant one. They reached the site within a few minutes, and it was immediately apparent. A long burned trench scared the landscape, ending in a twisted mass of metal roughly recognizable as a Federation survey vessel, roughly big enough for four people.

"I'm not sensing anything," said Troi. All four of them began to fan out around the wreckage, searching for any clues... or bodies. They found no bodies.

What they did find was the ship's log, an emergency back-up which Worf found after only a few minutes' searching. All of them were grateful that Dr. Crusher's services weren't needed. That meant that at least some of the crew had survived the crash. But where could they be?

"Commander," said Worf, pointing to the ground. "Look here! Footprints."

The rest of the away team came over to the Klingon security chief, and Riker commented, "Humanoid. But these were made by no Federation-issue boot. Natives?"

Troi spoke up. "Our records indicate that this planet is inhabited by humanoids, at a quite barbaric level of culture. Approximately class D on Richter's Scale. That's about all we know about them; the Kukulkan was the first ship to do a detailed survey of this planet."

"Okay," said Riker. "I think it's likely that the crew was taken by the natives, either by force or by their own volition. Worf, where's there North, sir. And the footprints lead in that direction," replied the massive Klingon.

 

 

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