“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 erotic 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 sensual 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 asian her lower lip, interracial massage “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,” desi 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. Both her lips and hand felt like cool plastic. I came, I don’t know when it happened but interracial it did. I like Janis and all but don't want to share my Mom. When she turned around I erotic was pleasantly surprised. “One of us needs to be able to transform when we continue,” she replied. Energy rippled from us. She pulls her body away from mine, dropping her chin to her chest and reached for asian my desi hands and brought them to her breasts. I decided it was time to make her finish now, as i was a bit worried about Laura waking up and realising i had been gone for a while. The boy scout coach and high school football coach. I found out I made a massage mistake when packing. Pinkie was really getting off on this, her most extreme breast abuse to date, and only needed a little more pain to take over the edge to another orgasm. When they arrived Jack gave her some sandwiches and wine and Alan said sessions will start at five and end at eleven there will be no auction. Carrie steered me in the direction of one end of the bench while she went to the other. I'd love to watch him rape sensual that little pink-haired bitch.)