by Megan Flint
Erik held up a finger and silently asked if she could wait behind. Trixie nodded.
As the last of his students began leaving, two nearby women adorned in bubblegum cupcake colored outfits spoke just loud enough to be overheard. Erik was congratulating other students at the door.
“Did you hear her name? Trixie?”
“I know. I mean, what is she, a porn star?”
“Hey, if you look the part--”
They laughed supportively of each other.
It never ceased to amaze Trixie. No matter where you went, bitches were there waiting to cuss you out. She couldn’t hold her tongue.
“With a little dedication and hard work, you both have potential, but it helps if you don’t let your scene partners do all the fucking.”
Their faces went slack as they stared at Trixie in shock, scandalized. Trixie smiled like a Cheshire Cat and took a drink of her water. Erik diplomatically stepped between the pair of women and placed an arm on each of their shoulders.
“Thanks for coming ladies. Great work today. Hopefully you’ll do better next week.”
Erik ushered them towards the door. The duo were unwilling to say anything in front of him but shot back a scathing glance in her direction.
Erik closed the door behind them, turned the lock, and flipped a ‘back later’ sign, before turning to address Trixie.
“Sorry about them,” he offered, “I get all kinds. If they’re willing to let me kick their asses, I can hardly turn them away.”
“I completely understand,” Trixie said as she stood up and gathered her possessions. “It’s a business.”
Erik crossed both arms in front of himself. “Is that why you’re here? You certainly don’t need this class. I couldn’t help but notice that you were barely winded afterwards. Do you have some sort of business?”
“No business. I genuinely needed the work out, and wanted to see if I could keep up with your regimen.”
“I don’t think it challenged you for a second. I have to say that I’m genuinely surprised Trixie. You’ve brought yourself a long way. Did you train with anybody?”
“Mostly on my own,” she admitted, not counting the false starts with the personal trainers. “I found a lot of exercises on the internet.”
“Well I think you trounced everybody here. You should consider my boot camp if you really want to get your ass kicked.”
Firming up her posterior was one of her stated goals. Erik’s boot camp certainly couldn’t be harder than the obstacle course she ran last week. Trixie was pleasantly surprised at how friendly Erik was being. She wasn’t sensing any bad blood between them at all. Running with that goodwill, she decided to test the waters sooner than planned.
“I’m actually glad you’re still a fitness instructor. It made you easy to find.”
“Oh?” Erik immediately looked hopeful. He never was very good at playing it cool, but she liked transparency in men. Guessing games were so tiresome.
“I got to thinking about my life lately, how I’ve treated men in general, and you came to mind. It occurred to me that I owe you an apology.”
Erik looked flabbergasted at the notion, but before he could say anything Trixie took a step closer and placed a hand lightly on his chest. He was like touching the marbled edifice of a statue, except warmer. The man heaved with strength, even in stillness.
“I cycle through men quickly, because, well… you’ve experienced my detonation first hand. Most men are put off by it, and that’s made me more than a little jaded. While some may have deserved my breeziness, I definitely bullrushed through a few them too quickly, like you. People who deserved more of a chance than I gave them before moving on.”
Erik touched Trixie’s hand, covering it completely beneath his own enormous paw.
“Trixie, please. I have few regrets, but whatever I did, or said, or didn’t say… after you detonated, is one of them. That was the first time I’ve ever experienced so much quantity from a woman. It took me by surprise. I know what happened now, but I didn’t back then. That’s my failing, not yours.”
She couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like Erik had thought about this speech beforehand, even prepared it a little. He was being completely earnest. She tried to lighten the mood a little.
“You make it sound as if you researched the subject!”
“Um…”
“What? You did?” she asked incredulously.
“Mostly online, but I spoke with some clients of mine too. Doctors. I never mentioned names, but I did learn that fluid like yours is perfectly normal. Rare perhaps, but not unusual.”
Trixie was convinced. She had moved on too soon from Erik. There was more to him than she had ever taken seriously. After rationalizing that most men simply couldn’t handle her squirting orgasm, she had gotten good at ignoring their feelings precisely so she could move on quickly, avoiding disappointment or rejection. It had made it easy to hop from one bed to another in search of a guy who could handle her explosion, but had she ever lingered long enough to find out if any of them might turn into a viable candidate?
Also, if she was being honest with herself, Trixie really loved sex, and not infrequently. Had she always been that way? It felt like she couldn’t get enough most days. Why else was she here stirring up old feelings for Erik when she knew Cy would be back two weekends from now? The problem was that two weekends felt like an eternity. Whether her appetite was the product of how amazing her orgasms felt, or her orgasms were the product of an appetite that she had always fed, Trixie couldn’t be sure.
Either way, it didn’t matter at this moment. What she was feeling towards Erik was immediate, and moist, and new. A mixture of desire and empathy at the same time. She wanted to undo the damage she wrought. She wanted to fix him. Trixie reached up to touch his face affectionately, but the gesture seemed to launch Erik into a nervous speech.
“When I saw you walk into the class, I thought maybe you weren’t aware that I taught it. I considered saying nothing, but there was still so much I’ve wanted to say. I needed to know if you came here by accident or on purpose, but then you revealed this newly forged version of yourself, and you look amazing, and you did those exercises like they were nothing…”
Erik was starting to ramble. Her standing here, touching his face, was blowing his mind a little. She got that. Trixie was done talking now, but had only started blowing his mind. She acted without thinking.
Reaching up around his neck, she angled her head up, and pulled him down into a kiss while pressing her entire body against his gigantic frame, dropping her possessions on the floor. For such a large man, he gave her no resistance whatsoever. His hands encircled her waist.
“Trixie--” he whispered after the kiss, wanting to say more.
“It takes more than an hour of cross-training to wear me out. My blood hasn’t even began to boil yet.”
Erik stopped talking.
3. Firecracker Gone Astray
“Do you have any other rooms in this place?” she asked.
Erik swept her up in his arms as if she were a bird. It felt like she was five feet off the ground. Trixie kissed him as he walked them out of the room. His lips were so full. She had forgotten about that.
The adjoining space was a change room, but there was only one. No division of the sexes. There was nobody around since Erik ushered them all out the front door, but there were definitely men and woman in his class.
“Co-ed change room?”
Erik nodded. “Only if people feel comfortable using it.”
The room was filled with the humid smell of cedar wood from a sauna.
“How very metropolitan of you. Is that a shower I see in the next room?”
“Yes.”
“Take me there.”
Erik did whatever she told him and asked no questions. He had something to prove and she knew it. Trixie was counting on that. She knew Erik was a big’un, balls to bones, but that was also his appeal. She might be a slender slip of woma
n, but she could take larger men than seemed possible. If memory served, however, Erik pushed her envelope a little.
She reached down into his exercise shorts and grabbed his member. He was already standing at attention. Same horse cock as always.
“I was wrong about you Erik,” she said. “I should have given you another chance.”
Trixie stroked his length as he carried her past the lockers into an equally unisex shower. She bounced out of his arms and landed on her feet in front of him. He was at least twice her breadth at the shoulder. Trixie pulled his compression shirt up, but couldn’t reach high enough to pull it over his head. Erik finished the gesture by pulling it off over his head and tossed it aside.
She raked her fingers up through his chest hair. He had a thick black forest of it. His pectoral muscles were so large that both her hands barely covered one. Trixie stretched her fingers over his sinewy shoulders and gripped hard. She pulled herself up to his mouth, feet off the ground, and kissed him more hungrily.
Erik gingerly touched her back as she dangled there. He wasn’t pulled even a little off balance by her weight, but he didn’t grab her like she had anticipated. He was reserved for some reason. Fine. She had to earn her way back into his good graces again. Maybe then he would start to be more forthright again. What could she do for him that men liked?
Trixie lowered herself to ground again. They were standing on a tiled floor and flanked by two communal showers posts. There was also a freestanding shower wall near the back of the room, presumably for more bashful people. Trixie brought her hands down along Erik’s sides, savoring the bulging muscles that protected his ribs, and finally to the waistband of his shorts.
“It wasn’t right of me to move on like I did.”
Trixie pulled the shorts off over his formidable organ, bringing her lips close enough to it so that he could feel her breath against his length. She flicked his ball sack with her tongue before squatting and pulled his shorts down at the same time. Trixie looked up at Erik as he stepped out of each leg. He was so tall that she had a clear view of his undercarriage. He wasn’t shaved clean, but his package was recently trimmed, more so than the rest of his body.
Shaving wasn’t absolutely necessary in Trixie’s books, but she appreciated men who made an effort. You weren’t attracted to a man like Erik if body hair was even a small problem, but he clearly understood the value of manicuring his equipment. Trixie quite liked the barbaric hairiness, the way it held his musky scent after a workout.
She stood up and pushed him against the freestanding shower wall. Erik walked backwards at the end of her finger tip.
“I was wrong to judge you so quickly.”
His bumped against the tiled wall.
Trixie had him stay there as she took a step back to survey his magnificently sculpted body. She removed her sports bra and pushed her shorts down in a single uninterrupted gesture. Trixie stepped out of her shorts, completely naked but for her sneakers. Erik didn’t know where to look, but to his credit kept coming back to her eyes. Lastly, she untied her ponytail and shook the fiery mantle out in front of him.
“Can I make it up to you Erik? Can you give me another chance?”
The shiny crown of his erection pressed against the bottom of her sternum. She took his throbbing cock into both of her hands and began to stroke him lightly. The head inflated at her touch. Erik inhaled sharply at the arousing gesture. His breath came more rapidly.
“I was hoping you would say that.”
She barely had to lean over to lick the ridge of his cock. Erik was longer and wider than most men. She couldn’t swallow him entirely into her mouth, but lathered his appendage with her tongue until he glistened. Trixie drew her mouth up and down along the side of his length, sucking the head repeatedly. Erik leaned against the freestanding shower wall and hooked his muscular arms up over the top, pushing his hips forward.
“Do you like that? Does it make up for how I treated you? No? Let me try something else.”
She was playing the role of repentant mistress now. Trixie took up her breasts in both hands and nestled his cock between them. She began to slide his length up and down between her girls.
“How does that feel? Want me to go faster?”
Erik nodded speechlessly as she continued, unable to look away. Trixie licked his rigid pole every couple of strokes to keep him slick. She could feel Erik throbbing between her tits, pulsing with blood as he grew harder, engorged with desire. Trixie wanted him hungry. She wanted to obliterate his reservations about being with her again.
Erik brought a hand to his face, drawing it down across his expression. “Gods Trixie, I can’t resist you,” he said.
And just like that, his restraint crumbled.
Erik withdrew from her breasts, grabbed her waist in his two enormous hands, and carried Trixie to the side wall. She was going to wrap her legs around his waist but then he hoisted her onto his shoulders, effortlessly placing her into a reverse piggy-back position. She locked her ankles behind his back and leaned against the wall for stability. Trixie’s head almost brushed the ceiling, but Erik had her well in hand. She tilted her hips forward into his waiting mouth as he plied her cleft with a deft tongue.
Trixie moaned as he alternatively flicked her lips apart and pulled on each one with his mouth. Erik was an immovable rock beneath her body. His hands reached up and cupped her backside, allowing him to explore her nethers more deeply. She was already moist, but that made her ignite with heat.
Trixie knew she might go limp if she released, but this was Erik. He would catch her if she did, and it would be a trifle for him to do so. Despite the height of her position, she felt completely secure. As such, the warmth in her belly radiated outwards. She closed her eyes, putting the elevation out of sight and mind, and gave in to the impending cascade.
Her biggest detonation was still a ways off, but Trixie could still cut loose with a small torrent. It’s not like she had a choice either, as his tongue darted ever faster into her folds. She exhaled sharply to let him know what was coming. Erik braved the honeyed waters and continued lapping at her slit, undaunted. If anything, the height of her precarious perch and Erik’s talented mouth only prolonged her enjoyment. Her moans echoed throughout the room.
Erik sensed her body beginning to relax and reached up, cradling her as she slipped off his shoulders. Her legs reached down but she held onto him for support. Erik wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close, and handily cupped her slippery mound as he placed her on the floor. She shuddered with aftershocks as his fingers plummeted her depths.
“Take me as you will Erik. You’ve earned it.”
Erik kneeled down in front of her like a sex idol, his phallus no less erect than when she’d had him in her mouth. He took Trixie’s hands and brought her toward him like a carnal offering. His cock swelled in anticipation as she widened her legs apart and grabbed his shoulders. Erik wasn’t going to rush this part, no doubt well accustomed the challenge his girth presented to most women, but Trixie wanted him inside.
She descended on him slowly, teasing his head into her breach before even attempting to take up more. She was certainly slick enough. Then impatience trumped caution and Trixie took the plunge.
Erik bored up inside her cavern, passing the threshold of what she could endure. Pleasure and pain entwined as his swollen cock widened her canal. She lost her breath for a moment, until her muscles relaxed around his circumference.
Trixie was sliding up and down Erik in no time. He felt amazing, but only just. Her lips distended and stretched with each stroke of his organ, making him progressively easy to take. A little pain to get here was worth it. Erik looked up at her admiringly and smiled. His hands moved to her waist and helped guide each rise and fall.
“You never cease to surprise me Trixie.”
She was already working up a sweat, but managed to speak between breaths.
“How’s that?”
“I forgot how quickly you can take
me. I can’t tell you how much I missed that.”
“I think you just did.”
Erik was enjoying himself, but Trixie thought he was being too objective for her liking. She wanted him to abandon himself. This was controlled sex for him, likely a habit he formed to avoid driving too deeply into a woman. Trixie wanted to turn that part of his brain off so that he could truly enjoy himself. She could accommodate him and wanted him to know that.
Trixie took him into her depths. Erik wasn’t going to lose himself until he knew she could handle him, balls deep. She wanted that too, craved it even. That’s when Trixie felt Erik pulse inside her cavern. Her eyes widened at the unexpected thrill. Her furnace blazed hot for a moment in reaction to his momentary throb. Trixie looked down at him for an explanation.
“Did you do that on purpose?”
Erik did it again, broadening his width between her legs. It took a second to recover, caught off guard again, and brought forth a hidden reserve of moisture.
“What do you think?” he asked with a sly grin.
“I think you know exactly what you’re doing.”
Trixie swept her ginger mane back and begin to truly ride Erik, circling her hips with each descent until he collided against the back of her cavern.
“Do it again,” she asked eagerly.
Erik began to pulse at random intervals. Trixie was hard pressed to contain her excitement and so made no effort to do so. Her heat was rising but not in the same way as her cataclysmic release. She was simmering at a good heat, but her boiling release was still a ways off.
Erik was in control for now. So be it, she decided. If he wants to impress, let him show off. She was certainly willing to go along for the ride. Trixie was in a froth now, more accustomed to the technique. The regular pulses were actually allowing her to take up more of his length each time he stopped. In short order, she could accept Erik’s entire length.
“I see what you did there,” she said. “You’re going to ruin me for lesser mortals.”
