Craig gave her the instructions again, placing her hands right as well as nudging her feet into position, but this time he was right up against her rump. She felt his bulge pushing wonderfully into her rear, even feeling it slide between her butt cheeks a time or two.
“Yeah, and don’t forget to keep this part straight,” the fourth guy said, stepping around to the front of her. He ran both hands along the sides of her body then up, brazenly across her breasts.
She giggled and gave him a knowing looking as he stepped back. Craig stepped away a few seconds later and she quickly did a few reps.
She turned after setting the bar down and was stunned to see Dane standing there watching, his arms crossed and a displeased expression on his face.
“Well, hey,” she said, recovering quickly. “Looks like another of my pervs is here. You’re just in time to take part in the ogling fun!”
Dane shook his head and turned, then went to work out on another machine.
Irritated, she thought about confronting him then and there, but decided against it. He’d turned away from her, but she could see him still watching through the mirror. She shrugged at the other four guys as if it wasn’t bothering her and let them pick the next machine she worked out on. Dane continued to pretend to ignore her for the few minutes she was on the machine.
She even encouraged the guys to help her get set, letting them “sneakily” grope her thigh or illustrate where it was going to work her muscles out by tracing a line across her chest. She even asked the guy a second time to show her where, but Dane continued to ignore her.
She knew she could easily convince one, or even all of the other guys to take her home, so why did it bother her so much that he wasn’t paying attention to her? The memory of his cock plunging deep into her pussy that night filled her mind for a moment, and she had to pause and take a breath to clear her head before she melted through her panties.
She tried hard to keep from looking over again, but eventually couldn’t help herself and did so. He was still doing his own thing even looking a little bored.
“Jackass,” she thought.
After the intense, incredible time they’d had together, he was going to flippantly ignore her obvious need?
She stopped mid-set and stormed over, her anger getting the better of her and taking control. Arms crossed, she glared at him as the other four watched in confusion.
“Helloooo…” she said, waving her hand in front of him.
He sighed, turning to look at her.
“Where have you been?” she spat. “I’ve needed you!”
He closed his eyes and shook his head, then resumed his workout as if she weren’t even there.
“Ohhoho… no… you did not just ignore me,” she snarled.
Dane kept pushing the twin bars forward and slowly releasing them, his gaze never focusing on her.
“Arrgggh,” she yelled in frustration, her anger boiling over. Turning and ignoring the confused, gaping expressions of the other four, she hurried to the locker room and angrily slammed open the door. Rushing inside to the locker, she ripped the door open and yanked her bag out in a rage. Slamming her overshirt inside, she furiously zipped it up and stomped out again, heading directly for the door.
Inside her car, she fumed, gripping the steering wheel in white-knuckled fury.
“Fucking ignore me!” she screamed at the building facade, letting it represent her stupid, jack-ass brother.
She started her car and slammed it in gear, tearing out of the parking lot and then stopping suddenly when she barreled up to a red-light at the intersection right next to the gym. She slammed a palm down on the steering wheel a few times in irritation, trying to calm herself down. As she tried futilely to calm down, she sensed someone watching her and glanced to the right. A pair of guys were staring, amused at her childish display.
“FUCK OFF!” she yelled and turned when they burst out laughing.
The light turned green a few seconds later and she pulled off in a rush. She slowly began to feel the anger subside, the aching need for attention replacing it once again. She was barely able to maintain enough calm to be able to drive home without causing a wreck or getting a citation.
Pulling in, she hurried inside and up to her room. Stripping down, she pulled on a long nightshirt and went back down to get something to eat and a bottle of water but had to stop and steady herself as soon as she entered the kitchen. The pounding anger inside had somehow been changed into fresh fuel for her rampaging libido. Her pussy throbbed hard and she knew that she needed to do something. She was still frozen in place when her dad idly wandered in, a book in his hand. He went to the fridge and opened it, but she wasn’t watching what he was doing.
From the moment she’d sensed a male in the room, she’d turned and saw the swaying bulge gently making its presence known against the fabric of his pajama bottoms. She remembered the way it had felt so large and exciting that night that she’d come home late and had snugglebugged with him. She quietly played the evening back in her head in just a few seconds, then thought about all the times that she’d hugged him and felt it nuzzling happily against her, innocently teasing her poor, desperate pussy.
She thought about how it had been so close to being inside her in her parents’ bed on the morning of her birthday, and how dirty and aroused it had made her feel. He half-turned, the movement making his cock sway against the fabric as she imagined it sliding completely into her.
“Pumpkin?” her father asked, startling her.
A second passed before she realized what was happening and immediately blushed in embarrassment. “Daddy,” she said, turning away and impulsively grabbing a banana from the counter next to her.
“Everything okay?” he asked, his expression screwed up in confusion.
She only half-heard him though, her mind still fighting off the urges that she was experiencing.
“Sam?”
“Fine,” she responded, then grabbed her banana and exited the kitchen. As she hit the stairs, she felt the intense aching need grow to an almost unbearable level. Reaching the top step, her hand was already between her legs, her finger moving to her clit and rubbing.
She almost fell to her knees right there and finished herself off, but the last remaining bit of sense she had made her go to her room first. Once there, she slid one knee onto the bed, then the other, falling forward and sliding her hand down between her legs and furrowing into her pussy.
“God,” she moaned, and slid it free, rubbing a finger hard across her clit. After a few strokes, she heard footsteps in the hallway outside her room, and wondered how she hadn’t heard her dad on the stairs following her. She knew she should stop and shut the door before continuing, but she didn’t.
She couldn’t.
Instead, the ravenous hunger for sexual release roaring inside her, caused her to slide her hips up, propping herself up on her knees, though her face was still flat on the bed. She realized that she was still clutching the banana in her free hand, and on a whim slid it down beneath. Urging it slowly in, she groaned weakly as it pushed easily inside.
The footsteps stopped just outside the door to her room, and she knew that he was watching her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She’d just begun to work the banana in and out when it slipped from her grasp and off the bed, landing on the floor with a thump.
The noise seemed to draw her from the strange state she’d been in, and she turned to look for the banana. Glancing back, she saw Toni standing there watching with a curiously amused expression on her face.
“So… a banana?” she asked.
*****
Alex Bryce’s bedroom, late Friday night
“Had enough?” she asked, spinning around as Bryce kicked the door closed behind them. She levelled her eyes at him as he stalked forward, his cock bobbing enticingly in front of her.
“God, you make me hot,” he said, moving up close to her and kissing her again.
“That’s the idea, baby,” she said, looking up at him and adopting an innocent expression.
“Fuckin’ sexy bitch,” he said, caressing her cheek for a second, then kissing her intensely. “Misbehaving little slut.”
“You can always try and make behave,” she said, reaching down and roughly squeezing his cock. She wrapped a second hand around it and squeezed with it as well, still smiling up at him with the same innocent look.
He grimaced briefly, then spun her around easily and pushed her to the bed. She came back up to her knees, looking over her shoulder as she crawled onto the bed.
“You sure you can handle me?” she asked, tauntingly wiggling her ass at him. “You can always call your friends in here to help put me in my place.”
“Nah… they’d just have to wait their turn,” he replied, grinning.
“Well, I’ve got other holes they could use,” she said, smiling playfully at him as he gripped both of her hips and pushed inside. She was at a loss for words as the blissful sensations his cock was inflicting careened haphazardly throughout her body.
“Fuck, I love the way you get me going,” he groaned, reaching forward and violently grabbing a wad of her long, dark hair. She moaned in approval as he pulled, her head coming back as the pinpricks of pain mixed with the waves of pleasure and enhanced them intensely.
“God… baby,” she whimpered, bracing herself as best she could while he hammered into her.
“So fuckin’ hot,” he grunted, and she moaned as she felt the presence of his thumb pushing against her ass.
“Mmm… find something else to play with back there?” she spat, briefly finding a moment of reprieve and immediately using it to tease him even more.
He answered the question by sliding his thumb in up to the first knuckle, a groan of tortured arousal issuing from deep within her.
“That answer your question?” he asked, his words coming fast as he breathed heavily from the effort of fucking her senseless.
“I was hoping for something a little larger,” she said, fighting to maintain control long enough to keep provoking him.