ALICE
Yeah, I didn't know what else to say. A litany of lines from porn came to mind: fuck me harder, right there, don't stop…but they would've sounded forced coming from my mouth. So, I decided introductions were in order.
"Hi, I'm Alice." I say, and immediately regret it.
Gym-Guy's face twists in confusion, and he slows his thrusts for a second. He loosens the grip on my right wrist, and firmly takes my hand in his. He shakes it.
"John." he says, in a bizarrely professional tone. Well, this is surreal as fuck, but I might as well just roll with it.
"John," I smile, my voice wavering slightly to the feeling of him burrowing inside me, "I've wanted you to do this to me for a long time."
"Really?" he smiles, his eyebrows raised, his hips starting to thrust harder.
"Yes!" I half-moan, half-cry, "I was thinking about you when I was touching myself!"
"Were you thinking about me taking you hard and rough?" he asks, his lips brushing against my ear, "Did you put yourself in the locker room so that I would fuck you?"
"No!" this time it's entirely a scream. My body is quaking from the inside; felicitous bouts of trembling pleasure rumbling in my depths, "It was an accident!"
"So, I really am raping you." John said, a hint of regret in his voice.
"It's not rape," I smile back, each syllable I utter accentuated by a sharp breath, "if I want it."
That got him going, ho-lee-shit.
He lets go of my wrists, knowing that I won't fight him anymore. He reaches around me and plants both of his palms against my spandex-clad breasts. He squeezes greedily, the soft flesh protruding from his knuckles, my erect nipples sticking out from between his fingers. I love it. My head tilts up, my heavy breathing fogging the metal of the locker. I reach back and spread my ass for him, letting him see what he's doing to me.
JOHN
It occurs to me, that I'm probably the worst rapist ever. Giving your real name to your victim has got to be the single dumbest thing a rapist could do. Lucky for me, Alice is a total freak, so it looks like this isn't technically rape, which is great for both a legal and moral standpoint. Those words she said, "it's not rape if I want it," that was the single hottest thing a woman has ever said to me. And it got me going. My hips drive so hard, my back starts to hurt. My pelvis smashes against her cheeks, which give way to me in delectable jiggles between her spreading fingers. I'm in the throes of mind-numbing sex, when it happens. A cramp.
My right thigh seizes up on me, and my thrusting stops. My hands leave Alice's breasts and wrap around her waist. I pick the woman up, who simply interprets the situation as an exciting change of position, and then half-stumble to the bench with her on top of me, facing away.
"Alice," I say, lying on my back as I free a from her breast hand to massage the cramp, "you're going to have to do some of the work now, I'm cramping up."
Alice looks back at me with an expression that mixes confusion and apprehension. Apprehension? What does a sex-freak like Alice have to be apprehensive about?
"Ummm…" Alice says shyly, half her face covered with black hair, "I'm a virgin."
"And I'm Vin Diesel."
"No, John," she says, biting her lower lip, "this is the first time I've had sex."
"You're shitting me." I say, unbelieving. I just raped a virgin. No you didn't, she said she wanted it! the irrational part of my brain blurts in my mind.
"Nope," Alice laughs nervously, "this is my first time, and I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Take off your clothes, and face me." I say. This must be a fantasy of hers she's acting out; there's no way she's a virgin.
Alice pulls off her leggings and panties leg by leg, and I begin to see the awkward way she moves. She's beautiful, gorgeous in fact, but she lacks the grace of someone with experience. She shifts uncomfortably and eventually just kicks off the snagging garment about her ankles, seaming to forget to take her shoes off first. My cock is still inside her, and every little move she makes, prompts her to react to the pleasure in a cute, endearing way. She leaves her top on, and I'm fine with that for now. It will come off when she's ready. Maybe she really is a virgin.
"Now, straddle me." I instruct.
Alice stretches her leg over my head and shifts her body to me. I catch a glimpse of her pussy widening as she rears her leg over me, and then straddles me completely. She looks down at me like a student eagerly awaiting the instructions of her teacher. Her mouth is smiling, and her breathing has slowed, but it still bears the short cadence of someone experiencing pleasure. I can see micro-spasms twitching up her abdomen as her body savors the feeling of my length statically throbbing inside her.
"Now what do I do?" she laughs, and cutely brushes the hair covering her left eye behind her ear. Her freckled face is shining and pretty, her pale cheeks now flushed. Her expression is expectant and eager, and I can't help but laugh.
"What?" she smiles nervously.
"Nothing," I chuckle, "now you just…ride me."
"Like this?" Alice asks as she begins to grind her hips back and forth.
"That's it." I groan, "Just follow my lead."
My hands grip her grinding hips and guide her through a slow, deep motion. She rests her hands together on my abdomen and stares her blue eyes into my own. Her lips are smiling, and they part to yield slight, breathy gasps as she moves. She's tentative at first; her movements mechanical and timid. She shifts back and forth with small, shy motions. My hands guide her to move with longer strokes, and she eventually catches on. She starts to put her abs and back into it. Her torso flexes beneath the yellow spandex of her shirt with each advance, and then her back arches slightly and her ass protrudes from her spine with each retreat. She looks at me the whole time, her face dawning with realization as her instincts begin to guide her. Her smile broadens, and girlish excitement flows into her blue eyes.
"This is so much fun!" she giggles.
ALICE
It is so much fun. Watching John react to my movements, to the pleasure I could provide him, excites me. His pleasure make my pleasure feel better. His throbbing cock stands rigidly in my soft pussy, and as I grind along his body, it stirs my insides delightfully. When I shift backward, he presses against my vaginal ceiling, hitting that spot that gives me so much joy. When I push forward, he bulges against my rear membrane, and sends gleeful pings into my taint.
I start to gain my confidence. I move back and forth, and add a circular gyration to the pattern. John's head falls backward against the bench, and he lets out a groan of approval. I giggle lustfully, and continue my circular dance. My abdomen flexes in waves, my diaphragm heaves in strained bouts of pleasure, my hips rotate in a perverse belly dance. I don't need John's training wheels anymore, and I take his hands off my hips, and guide them to my breasts. He pulls my spandex shirt over my chest, exposing my braless, pale tits. His eyes widen when he sees the perfection strewn across my chest, and I giggle again, and place my hands over his, beckoning him to squeeze me. His fingers sink into the soft flesh of my bust, and each thumb and forefinger pinches gently about an erect nipple. I moan my approval and flex my vaginal muscles around him, lowering my gaze and staring lustfully at him from the tops of my eyes. God, it feels so good. But there's something missing…something that I really want…
"John," I whisper to him, my voice breaking as a moan interrupts me, "put your fingers in my ass."
John gives me a knowing, wry smile, and moves his right hand from my breast. He slides the hand along my neck, and then places three fingers against my lips. I take hold of his wrist, and one by one, suck his fingers. My tongue works along with my lips, lathering his digits with my natural lubricant. I kiss the last finger as it exists my mouth, and then smile at him as I guide the whole hand behind me. It slides through my puffing ass cheeks, and then rests its finger tips against my twitching rim. He pushes one finger in, and I moan. He pushes another in, and grind ferociously forward in thanks. He puts the last one in, and then curls all three fingers, gripping me from the inside. My head flings upward to the ceiling, and I let out a hoarse scream. His finger push against his cock from the other side of me, sending a delicious torrent of spasms rocketing into my depths.
"Oh, fuck!" I cry, and the passionate motions of my hips change. I'm done making love; I want to fuck.