Clyde had started going to the new upscale gym in Brisbane’s inner north a couple of times a week. The weights helped him work off some of the restless energy his new body constantly generated, and the sheer size of him still turned heads everywhere he went. Dressed in a tight black compression tank that looked painted onto his massive chest, shoulders, and arms, and grey sweatpants that did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy, thick outline of his 12-inch gift swinging with every step, he was impossible to miss.
He was finishing a brutal set of deadlifts when the yoga studio’s glass wall caught his attention. The evening Vinyasa flow class was in full swing. Mats were arranged neatly, and about a dozen women moved through graceful poses under soft lighting. But one figure stood out—the instructor.
Priya was 28, of Indian-Australian heritage, with smooth caramel skin, long raven-black hair twisted into a sleek bun, and a lithe yet curvaceous body honed by years of yoga. Her perky C-cup breasts and toned waist were accentuated by a teal sports bra, while her tight black leggings hugged the firm, rounded globes of her ass and powerful thighs. She moved like liquid—every arch of her back and stretch of her legs radiating sensual confidence.
Next to her in the front row was Emma, 25, a blonde fitness influencer with sun-bleached hair in a ponytail, bright hazel eyes, and a voluptuous, soft-yet-strong body. Her large, full DD breasts strained against her pink top, and her thick, juicy ass and hips made every downward dog a mouth-watering sight.
Both women noticed Clyde almost immediately. Their eyes kept drifting to the glass wall as he trained. When he finished his set and wiped sweat from his brow, Priya’s gaze locked onto the massive bulge in his sweatpants. Emma bit her lip, exchanging a heated look with her instructor.
After class, as the women rolled up their mats, Priya approached him in the hallway with Emma close behind.
“You’ve got incredible presence,” Priya said, her voice smooth and warm with a faint accent. “The way you move under all that muscle… very grounded. Would you like to join us for a private cool-down session? We have the studio for another hour.”
Emma smiled shyly but boldly added, “We promise to be gentle with you, big guy.”
Clyde tipped his hat (he’d left it in his truck but the gentlemanly energy remained) and gave them a slow, respectful smile. “Only if I’m not intruding, ladies. I’d be honored.”
The three of them had the studio to themselves. The moment the door locked, the atmosphere shifted from calm to charged.
Priya stepped close, placing her hands on his broad chest. “We’ve been watching you. That… thing in your pants has been distracting my entire class.” She looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes. “May we see it?”
Clyde was the perfect gentleman, even now. “Only if you both want this. I go at your pace. Your pleasure comes first.”
They wanted it.
The women peeled his tank top off together, moaning softly at the sight of his god-like physique—thick pecs, deep abs, and veins running down his arms. Then they tugged his sweatpants down.
His massive cock sprang free, heavy, thick, and already swelling to its full, wrist-girth twelve inches.
“Fuck…” Emma whispered in awe. “That’s obscene… in the best way.”
Priya dropped to her knees first, worshipping him with reverence. Her full lips stretched wide around the head while Emma licked and kissed along the thick shaft. They took turns sucking him, stroking him with four hands, their tongues dancing together over his veined length. Drool ran down their chins as they pleasured him in perfect sync.
Clyde groaned deeply, his big hands gently cradling their heads, never pushing.
He repaid them tenfold. He laid out extra mats and had them side by side. With patient skill, he ate Priya’s smooth, shaved pussy until she came hard on his tongue, then moved to Emma’s wet, plump folds, sucking her clit while fingering both women with his thick digits. Their moans filled the studio as they held hands and kissed each other.
Priya mounted him first, facing him in a deep straddle. She sank down slowly, gasping as her tight yoga-toned pussy stretched dramatically around his girth. “So… fucking… big,” she panted, her hands braced on his massive pecs. The visible bulge in her belly made both women even wetter.
Emma straddled his face while Priya rode him, grinding her soaked pussy against his eager tongue. The two women kissed passionately above him, breasts pressed together as they both used Clyde’s powerful body.
They switched. Emma took him doggy-style, her thick ass rippling with every deep thrust while Priya lay beneath her, licking where they were joined and sucking on Emma’s swinging tits. Clyde fucked them both with long, sensual strokes—powerful but controlled, always checking their faces for comfort and pleasure.
The climax built as he had them both on their backs, legs spread, taking turns plunging deep inside each of them. When he finally couldn’t hold back, he pulled out and covered their toned stomachs, breasts, and faces with thick, heavy pulses of cum. The sisters-in-sin licked it off each other with playful, satisfied moans.
Afterward, Clyde was the perfect gentleman once again. He fetched towels and water, then gave both women long, deep massages—his strong hands working the tension from their bodies. He held them gently between his massive arms on the stacked mats, kissing their foreheads and stroking their hair.
“You two are beautiful and strong,” he murmured. “Thank you for inviting me into your world tonight.”
Priya smiled, tracing a finger down his abs. “You’re the first man who’s ever been able to handle both of us like that… and still be such a gentleman.”
Emma nuzzled into his broad chest. “Come to class anytime, Clyde. We’ll make sure you get a very… personal cool-down every time.”
Clyde chuckled softly, his deep voice rumbling. “Might have to make this a regular habit.”
The horse’s kick had turned him into something legendary. And the women of Brisbane were only too happy to keep discovering just how legendary he could be.