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Kendra clutched her torn garment to her front, protecting her skin from the highway divider’s rough concrete exterior. She spread her legs wider and lifted the back of her raincoat, guiding his hand between her legs.
Zumbi, recognizing what the invitation meant, quickly lowered his still unfastened pants and released his equally aching, solid member. He teased the thick sensitive head across her slick ass cheek. It felt good, causing her labia to spasm, greedily reaching out for more.
“Don’t play with me, Zu. Put it in now!” Kendra demanded.
Zumbi’s belly laugh shook the air between them. “Woman, I always knew you’d beg like this one day.”
Seconds later Zumbi was onc
e again balls-deep inside her. Kendra’s flowing juices mixed with the downpour of rain facilitated his entry. His penetration jolted through her body like electricity. Tears welled in the inner corners of Kendra’s eyes. A jagged sob ripped from her throat.
Zumbi’s furious stroke rhythm rammed Kendra’s hips against the highway divider. Her breasts bobbed against the highway divider’s resistance. The drenched, crumbled satin caressed her nipples, creating a tingle that cupped both breasts. The Sade song continued to blare out of the open car doors. Kendra pushed out a long moan that originated deep from within the core of her being.
She braced herself against Zumbi’s forceful thrusts that threatened to catapult her headfirst over the divider. Kendra’s moan coincided with the drawn-out, agonizing pleasure of her release. What started out as sporadic twitches quickly transformed into full-blown convulsions.
The torrential rain showed the couple mercy by quickly easing its fury. Her body continued to spasm until she felt the ache no more.
Zumbi gently pulled himself out of her spent canal. Kendra clutched her raincoat closed as she began to shiver. The chill air threatened to ruin her afterglow. Kendra pushed her wet, plastered hair away from her face. Then she returned to the car.
“You should relax while I deal with this blowout.” Zumbi popped the trunk open with his key and retrieved the spare tire. “I still have to punish you for teasing me in the parking garage.”
Kendra shivered again, but out of anticipation this time. She leaned back in the driver’s seat and closed her eyes. Zumbi jacked up the car and began removing the blown tire.
Kendra’s mind ran rampant with imaginings of Zumbi’s threatened discipline. She wound up not getting the rest she needed. For, once again, her insides began to ache.
The Sweetest Revenge
KD King
Marisela’s muscles clenched Quinton’s dick. Her wetness saturated the sheets as he stroked in and out of her. The smell of sweat, sex, and strawberry-scented candles filled the bedroom. She looked into his gray eyes and watched his face contort with effort and pleasure. An Isley Brothers’ slow song drowned out the loud smacking of his balls against her slippery wet pussy. She felt light-headed as he banged into her. The champagne she had consumed at the New Year’s Eve party had nothing to do with it. She met him thrust for thrust, in tune with the music.
Quinton moved his hands down her body to massage her clitoris. The sensation of his hand and his shaft pleasuring her was too much. She bit her tongue in an attempt to suppress her screams. She had her best friend, Francine, who was visiting from out of town in the next room.
Quinton bent his head down to suckle her Hershey’s Kisses nipples. His cool tongue licked her areola. Then his teeth scraped her already hard peak. The contact sent rippling sensations throughout her body. She pierced his back with her nails. He shoved deeper inside of her. Her back arched in response. This time she could not contain herself.
“Quinton! Quinton!” she panted frantically, chanting his name. “Don’t stop!” she breathed.
Her lips became dry from all the panting. She licked her lips. Quinton’s salty pre-cum still lingered.
Francine stood in the doorway, peering inside the partially closed door. She should have been quietly sleeping off her alcohol consumption. Although Marisela and Quinton tried to be quiet, the seductive music was a dead giveaway to their “activities.” Francine couldn’t lie still in the bed, knowing what was happening in the next room. She wanted to watch. Actually, she really wanted to join them. She sauntered from her guestroom and opened Marisela’s door. She moved it just a crack, enough to enjoy the free sex show.
Francine had met Marisela’s boyfriend earlier that week. He was tall, muscular, and handsome, with a smooth coffee complexion. He was exactly the kind of guy Francine liked. She and Marisela had always had the same taste in men.
Quinton seemed like a nice guy. Francine had only met him that week. However, Marisela talked about him all the time. From what Francine had observed, he was an attentive boyfriend. He listened, opened the doors, and made love to Marisela like he cared first about her enjoyment, then his own.
Marisela seemed to like him. That was all she could talk about lately. Francine was happy Marisela had found happiness. She was also a little jealous that Marisela could attract such a good-looking, nice guy. There was no real difference between her and Marisela. They looked similar enough. Francine thought she looked better, even more exotic, with her mixed heritage.
Francine continued to watch them fuck. They did not have the gentleness of “making love.” Her nipples hardened, her breathing became shallow, and her pussy wept with neglect. She reached down to touch herself. She simply wore her normal bedtime attire—panties and bra. She rubbed her hand down her belly, reached inside her panties, and let it travel to her clit. She was already drenched. She moved her hands in the same circular motion as Quinton’s hips. She imagined it was her, instead of Marisela, beneath him. She slid her middle finger inside her wetness as she massaged her nub of pleasure with her thumb. She let out a slow, silent, contented breath. Though her body wanted Quinton’s fingers, she massaged the need.
Quinton abruptly stopped and withdrew his still-hard member from Marisela. He flipped her over and drove into her from behind. Francine bit her lip to stifle the moan. Francine enjoyed watching Marisela’s new position.
Marisela’s hands clenched the sheets. Her head was buried in the pillow, muffling her screams. When Marisela turned her head, Francine saw a tear of sheer ecstasy roll down Marisela’s face. Francine froze. If Marisela opened her eyes, she’d be staring dead at Francine. Thankfully Marisela’s eyes remained closed.
Francine closed her eyes, imagining she was in the bed with them. She slipped another finger inside her dripping cunt. The intrusion caused her eyes to roll back and flutter open. She didn’t want to miss any part of the show. From the grunting noises and the constant screams of “I’m coming…” Francine knew their session would soon come to an end.
Quinton and Marisela were both close to their final climax. Francine wanted to cum with them. She ferociously dug in and out of her wetness, bending her fingers, massaging the spot she knew would bring her over the edge. A tingling sensation crept through her body. She continued to watch them, but could no longer support herself. She slid along the opposite wall, until she was seated on the floor. She could still see their love play through the crack in the door. She spread her legs, giving her better access. She then took her fingers out of her slick folds, and focused solely on her sensitive spot. She couldn’t help moaning, but it blended with the music. The lovebirds in the next room did not notice.
“Oh, shit!” Quinton’s deep rumble vibrated throughout the room and out into the hall. She vigorously rubbed her clit. Her body shook. Her leg convulsed involuntarily. Her head bent back and she whispered their names. As Marisela and Quinton came, she felt her liquid ejaculate rush from her punani and onto the plush blue carpet of Marisela’s apartment. This was the hardest she had cum since she had started masturbating only five years ago at the tender age of sixteen. She was too spent to get up and return to her room.
