ALICE Ch 348

Erica is what many would call experienced, and there’s been some variety in her life. She’s been with a man or two who liked to get a little rough, and there was a fling with a Norwegian journalist that had unironically involved whips, chains, and even a bit of S&M costuming. There was a French girl who liked to be spanked so much that she could get off from it while fully clothed.

But Erica has never had rough sex like this. Val is an athlete and in excellent shape; it’s easy to underestimate her strength because of her size. She falls forward and works her hips, then jumps back to cowgirl, never stopping, grinding Erica into a pulp against the mattress.

It’s overstimulating; there’s no danger of Erica cumming, although she aside from her state of disbelief, she enjoys herself immensely. Val chases her orgasm with the same energy as a dog going after a single crumb that has fallen just out of reach.

The lusty sigh that Val lets out when she climaxes does as much for Erica as the clenching of her pussy. Erica takes her shot and climbs on top, taking control of the action in missionary. She thrusts urgently into Val’s gripping pussy. That only escalates the situation. Val is too sexy; Erica can’t help but kiss her, and push in deeper. There’s no condom.

Erica growls into Val’s mouth, and reluctantly pulls out, furiously finishing herself off.

Val breathes hard with a big smile on her face, staring at the ceiling. She doesn’t even seem to notice the generous load that Erica splashes onto her belly.

Muttering curses in a variety of languages, Erica flops on her back beside her, still tugging vigorously to get a few more drops out. She lets go, and it slumps over as her chest rises and falls.

She looks over at the glassy, satisfied Val. She expected her to be mad. She doesn’t seem upset.

“That was,” Val says, putting her hands behind her head, “…the most fun I’ve ever had.”

Erica blinks, startled. Blushing, she clears her throat. “Well, I try my best.”

Val frowns and looks over at her. “What? I mean the race.”

FF1

Alice yawns as she sits on her bed, alone in her room with her feet crossed at the ankles. She looks worriedly at the ceiling for a moment; there was some truly raucous bumping coming from up there a few minutes ago.

“Alice?”

“Yeah,” she replies, refocusing on her phone. She’s Facetiming with Faye.

“You scared me to **** today.” Faye’s in the bath, covered in bubbles.

“You did,” says another voice. “She was biting her nails.”

“Who’s that?” Alice asks and Faye pans the camera to show the girl beside her.

“Apple’s here.”

“Oh. Hi, Apple.”

“Hello, Alice.”

“It’s my first time seeing you naked.”

“Oh!” Apple tries to cover herself. Alice is joking; the bubbles mean there’s nothing to see. Except that Apple’s reaction has thrown them everywhere, and now they’re on the camera, making it blurry.

“Hang on,” Faye says, then the camera angle changes sharply, and the screen goes black.

The connection drops.

Alice leans back with a sigh and hopes that Faye didn’t just drop her phone in the tub.