02-21-2010, 10:25 AM
Chloe wanted strong abs, so much. After seeing her friend Amy’s perfectly sculpted abs she wanted her own, Amy’s abs were divine, she had a six pack, an inny belly button and a small vein visible near the bottom. Chloe’s parents were out, so this was an ample opportunity as she had recently borrowed some of Amy’s equipment. She took her shirt and skirt off, standing in front of a mirror in her favourite, bright red, skimpy bikini. Chloe was blonde, about 5’2” with a fairly skinny stomach and outy belly button.
She started with squats, they were almost too easy, and she counted each one aloud, starting to moan as she got to the thirties, at squat number forty her legs started to shake, her crotch and legs, in fact her entire body had become sweaty. She eventually finished. After catching her breath and enjoying the burning sensation in her legs, she dropped to the floor and started with her push ups. Again counting them aloud. Push ups was one of her favourite work outs, she loved the way that her arms burned, the way that her sweat dripped to the floor. She arrived at fifty pushups, her arms were shaking and sweating. Looking down, she saw her stomach, moist from sweat. She got to seventy push ups and her arms gave way, she could hear her own panting as she lay on the cold, wooden floor. She didn’t take a break because it was time for her favourite work out – sit ups.
Feeling that the tight, moist bra was becoming uncomfortable, she took it off, letting her small breasts be revealed. She lay on the floor, and started. Fifty sit ups later, Chloe was enjoying herself, her stomach was painfully burning, shaded red and soaked in sweat. She had stopped counting aloud and was now grunting and moaning, and once she had got to about eighty she couldn’t do any more. She dragged herself up and looked at the weights Amy had given her, they weighed seven kilograms each and Amy had taught her a more unconventional method of training her abs.
She took the weights and sat up with her back to a wall, she licked her lips and tensed her stomach, then smacked her abs with the weight. She gasped, it was more than she expected – in a good way. She hit herself again, and again, and again. She counted ten more and looked down at her painful, little, punished stomach. It hurt so much, but she liked it. She wanted more. She started it pummel her abs again, more, faster and harder as her body shook to try and stop her, her small breasts bouncing around. It was so painful, she grunted with every hit but didn’t slow down. Gasping and panting, she carried on, until her stomach was almost purple. Eventually finishing, she rubbed her little tummy, and then moved down to her pussy.
At school the next day, Chloe ran into Amy. Amy immediately asked “So, did you do the work out I told you about?”
“Yeah I did.” Chloe said, she made sure no one was looking and subtly lifted her t shirt to show her stomach, it was shaded red and bruised, still aching from the previous day. “Not bad.” Amy looked and took Chloe’s hand, “Come with me.” She took her to the bathrooms, and after waiting in a cubicle for twenty minutes, Amy lifted Chloe so that she sat on the sink, and kneeled down. “I figure you deserve a reward for that battered little stomach.”
“What are you doing? We’ll get caught!” Chloe hissed as Amy removed her skirt.
“Everyone’s in class. Now hold still.” She took Chloe’s red panties down. Amy licked the younger girl out, and after Chloe’s orgasm (Amy had kept her hand over Chloe’s mouth of course), Amy lifted Chloe off the sink. She left after telling Chloe to come around to hers that night, she said she’d give her a work out that she wouldn’t believe.
A note to any reading this, this story is true, and I am Chloe, but do you think I should keep writing in 3rd person or switch to 1st?
She started with squats, they were almost too easy, and she counted each one aloud, starting to moan as she got to the thirties, at squat number forty her legs started to shake, her crotch and legs, in fact her entire body had become sweaty. She eventually finished. After catching her breath and enjoying the burning sensation in her legs, she dropped to the floor and started with her push ups. Again counting them aloud. Push ups was one of her favourite work outs, she loved the way that her arms burned, the way that her sweat dripped to the floor. She arrived at fifty pushups, her arms were shaking and sweating. Looking down, she saw her stomach, moist from sweat. She got to seventy push ups and her arms gave way, she could hear her own panting as she lay on the cold, wooden floor. She didn’t take a break because it was time for her favourite work out – sit ups.
Feeling that the tight, moist bra was becoming uncomfortable, she took it off, letting her small breasts be revealed. She lay on the floor, and started. Fifty sit ups later, Chloe was enjoying herself, her stomach was painfully burning, shaded red and soaked in sweat. She had stopped counting aloud and was now grunting and moaning, and once she had got to about eighty she couldn’t do any more. She dragged herself up and looked at the weights Amy had given her, they weighed seven kilograms each and Amy had taught her a more unconventional method of training her abs.
She took the weights and sat up with her back to a wall, she licked her lips and tensed her stomach, then smacked her abs with the weight. She gasped, it was more than she expected – in a good way. She hit herself again, and again, and again. She counted ten more and looked down at her painful, little, punished stomach. It hurt so much, but she liked it. She wanted more. She started it pummel her abs again, more, faster and harder as her body shook to try and stop her, her small breasts bouncing around. It was so painful, she grunted with every hit but didn’t slow down. Gasping and panting, she carried on, until her stomach was almost purple. Eventually finishing, she rubbed her little tummy, and then moved down to her pussy.
At school the next day, Chloe ran into Amy. Amy immediately asked “So, did you do the work out I told you about?”
“Yeah I did.” Chloe said, she made sure no one was looking and subtly lifted her t shirt to show her stomach, it was shaded red and bruised, still aching from the previous day. “Not bad.” Amy looked and took Chloe’s hand, “Come with me.” She took her to the bathrooms, and after waiting in a cubicle for twenty minutes, Amy lifted Chloe so that she sat on the sink, and kneeled down. “I figure you deserve a reward for that battered little stomach.”
“What are you doing? We’ll get caught!” Chloe hissed as Amy removed her skirt.
“Everyone’s in class. Now hold still.” She took Chloe’s red panties down. Amy licked the younger girl out, and after Chloe’s orgasm (Amy had kept her hand over Chloe’s mouth of course), Amy lifted Chloe off the sink. She left after telling Chloe to come around to hers that night, she said she’d give her a work out that she wouldn’t believe.
A note to any reading this, this story is true, and I am Chloe, but do you think I should keep writing in 3rd person or switch to 1st?