“Chiyo, you’re the first one that hit someone. What the hell are you smoking? We all sat at that bar drinking and shit.”
It was getting cold outside and I started shivering a little. Hakaru came up to me and placed his arm around me. “Let me warm you up. Fuck the cars. Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”
“I’m fine. Just pissed the hell off.”
Quincy took out his cell phone. “I’m going to call Robert and tell him to come get us.”
I rolled my eyes. “Great. All we need out here is your pencil-dick brother.”
“My brother does not have a pencil dick,” Quincy stated in disdain as he dialed.
I snickered and pointed to my ass, again implying that he had personal knowledge. “How do you know?”
“Fuck you, Larissa!” Quincy turned his back to me. “Robert, bro, I need you to come get me and Larissa, and Chiyo, and Hakaru. We’re out at the point.” He paused. “All our cars are toast, man. Larissa’s drunk ass had us out here acting a fool.”
I broke loose from Hakaru’s embrace, ran up behind Quincy, and slapped him upside his fucking head. He dropped his phone, turned around, and grabbed both of my wrists.
“Larissa, you stop that shit right now! You’re drunk!”
Chiyo came up beside us. “Quincy, let her go. She’ll be cool.”
Quincy let my wrists go. I waited two seconds, then punched him in the jaw. Next thing you know, Quincy and I were on the hood of Chiyo’s 350Z, tonguing the hell out of each other. It had been a long time coming, the “angry sex” I wanted. I wanted to fuck him to death or die trying. I reached down between his legs and grabbed his dick through his jeans. I already knew that he didn’t have a pencil dick. I had admired his hump through pants for many years. I had really wanted to fuck Quincy instead of Robert, in the first place. Shit just went haywire. Quincy was about five feet ten inches with deep chocolate skin; the color reminded me of my favorite candy bar.
“You want some of this pencil dick,” Quincy whispered in my ear when we came up for air from kissing. “Huh, bitch? You want some pencil dick?”
I slapped him across the cheek. “Shut the hell up.” I glanced over at Chiyo and Hakaru, who were both standing there with their mouths hanging open. “What, you plan to watch or join in?”
I pushed Quincy off me and stood up on the hood of the car. Piece by piece, I ripped off my clothes until I was ass-out naked. “I bet all three of you have always wondered what was under these clothes, haven’t you?” I turned around and slapped my muscular ass cheeks together. “So, do you like what you see?”
None of them answered at first. Then Hakaru said, “We can’t do this. She’s drunk. We can’t take advantage of her.” It seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than the other two.
I motioned at him with my index finger. “Hakaru, come here.” He hesitated, then took baby steps toward the car. When he was within reach, I grabbed him by the neck and buried his face in my pussy. “Sniff. Do I smell like liquor? Huh? Do I?”
He took my left ass cheek in his hand and I threw my leg over his shoulder. “Taste it. Lick it all over. Then tell me what it tastes like.”
Hakaru, who was tall with a slender build, had these incredible slanted eyes, eyes that now stared up at me in bewilderment. I looked down at him. “I’m not drunk. Trust me, I want this.”
Those must have been the magical words because his tongue became a snake and started navigating my love tunnel.
“Damn!” Quincy exclaimed. “I can’t believe this shit!”
I gazed at both Quincy and Chiyo as they stood there, watching. Then I pushed my right breast up as far as it would go and flickered my long tongue over the nipple. “Umm, these are mighty tasty, too. Any other taste testers up to the task?”
I pushed Hakaru away slightly so I could lie down on the hood. Actually more like “hoods,” because the whole scene was a mass of metal, all four cars linked together. Just like the four of us were about to be. Even though I had raced cars, had fixed cars, and lived and breathed cars, I had never fucked on top of a car. I had sucked many a dick and spread my legs in backseats all over Maryland, but never on top of a car. That was one of my biggest fantasies. Now I was ready to fulfill two of my fantasies in one shot: fucking on top of a car and being gangbanged.
Hakaru barely missed a beat as he went back to lapping at my pussy. Chiyo dove right in and sucked on my titties, pushing them together so he could devour them at the same time.
Quincy came closer and looked lost. “What am I supposed to do?”
I grinned at him. “I want you to feed me some of that pencil dick.”
“Oh, I’ve got your pencil dick,” he said, unzipping his jeans and whipping out the most scrumptious thing I had ever seen.
I gripped it like a vise and pulled him onto the cars by his dick and tried to swallow as much of it as I could handle. Quincy ate a lot of salmon, and let’s just say, that’s good for sisters giving blow jobs, along with fruit. His nine inches plus were pulsating as he slid them in and out of my eager mouth. He tasted like a dream.
I spread my legs wider so Hakaru could get to my clit better. My pussy was hotter than the flames of hell. Chiyo had my nipples so hard, they could’ve banged most of the dents out of the cars. I continued sucking Quincy off something fierce. I was determined to give him the blow job of his life. I played with his balls, then squeezed them, gently at first and then harder.
After Quincy came, I pushed his dick out of my mouth. “I want to see all the dicks,” I demanded. “Right fucking now!”