Marry The Hood

His prick was still half-hard when she started pushing at him, trying to dislodge him. “Get off.”

“Thought I did,” Jason said, taking his hands off her so she could undo some of their connection.

Kate pulled herself off his lap. His cock fell short of her inundated pussy. Kate felt a flicker of anger at Jason’s grunt, then with herself. What did she expect from him? She’d offered him a quick fuck and gotten it. She shouldn’t think it was more than that. If she did, God knew what he would make of it. Imagine, both of them thinking it was something more…

Which set off an entirely new, uncomfortable train of thought.

Still bowlegged, Kate tripped and fell against the door. The latch, insecurely fastened, didn’t hold and the door swung out under her weight. Kate momentarily managed to right herself then stumbled forward, out into the rain. She collided with the wetly slick wall—slowly slid down it onto her knees. Icy rain came down on her bare skin, replacing the lingering heat of her fervent sweat with a chilly sting, more pure, more of a relief than the throbbing and lustful ache Jason had left her with.

Slowly, Kate extended her limbs out under the pounding rain until she felt them with all of her body, thick and hard like they meant to make sure she knew she was being cleansed. They stung her face, her cheeks, her throat. Whipped her breasts into flame and made her pussy feel electric, between Jason’s warm cum and the tingle of the water undoing her defilement. Kate opened her legs to be sure she felt all she could of the sheets coming down on her.

“Alright, you’re clean, get back here,” Jason called.

“Fuck off,” Kate told him. A bolt of lightning with thunder on its heels punctuated her remark.

More lightning crackled, more thunder hammered her with its clamor like it was trying to smear her across the ground. The rain fell harder. Thick enough that she could be underwater. Kate felt it flowing over her skin, streaming off her, a steady river that encompassed her from her hair to her toes. Her clit vibrated with attention from the uncaring deluge.

Kate shuddered, not knowing if she wanted this treatment to arouse her or desensitize her to this immense sexuality—she knew it wasn’t far from her thoughts.

Her self-awareness seemed to be in as much danger of washing away as the rest of her, but it seemed like what she desired most was to be free of the sweat, the masculinity, the fingerprints Jason had coated her with. Those feelings did go away, but without them, there was nothing to keep her from being turned on.

With lightning wedging the dark sky apart and thunder seeming like the sound of it cracking, Kate wiggled in the downpour. Her hips rolled and bounced as she worked out the energy her naked inundation gave her. It was like every move she made skinned her of another layer of filth. And without that smut on her, she was more naked than ever, her nerves raw, the psychic miasma of the night reaching right down to the core of her.

Kate heard Jason’s feet slapping the ground as he came towards her. The vibrations seemed to slip through the continuous barrage of the rain and she knew his eyes were on her, drinking her in as fervently as she was aware of his presence. Attuned to it.

She didn’t care. It didn’t matter that he was looking at her, what he might do, what happened to her. She knew now how helpless she was before her own wanton lust. Even the rain was enough to stimulate her past the point of any self-control. She moaned in happiness, running her hands over her wet body while the sensation mounted, making her blind and deaf to anything but pleasure.

But whatever insanity this was, it couldn’t possess her long against the sheer structure of her well-ordered mind. Just like that, it was done. She was left with only the awareness of the likelihood of catching pneumonia, staying out in this rain. With a miserable groan she turned back to the door, becoming aware of how cold she was when her convulsive shivers started.

To her surprise, Jason had a dry towel waiting for her. He swaddled her in it, wiping her off while the shudders grew in her like formless tumors. When she finally managed to stop shaking, he let go of her long enough to pick up another towel and move back to her with it.

“Leave me alone, Jay,” she whispered.

“What?”

She wasn’t able to face him. “We’re done,” she told him. “And if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, I swear I’ll kill you.”

“Bullshit,” Jason protested. “You couldn’t kill me with an atom bomb.”

She looked at him, hoping he could see the pain in her soul. “I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it, I’m saying it will never happen again. I got what I wanted from you—now I want you to get away from me. Surely this isn’t the first time that’s happened to you?”

Jason stared at her. “It was more than enjoyment. You needed that.”

“Never again,” Kate said, not knowing if she meant it, but hoping he would think that.

“I satisfied you too damn well. You’re thinking you’re never going to want it again. But when I give it to you next, you’re going to want it.”

He sounded certain. Then he was gone.

Kate didn’t try to figure out if he was right. It was bad enough to keep thinking of how sure he’d sounded…

***

“That was wonderful, baby, absolutely wonderful. Now scoot to the edge of the bed and let me show you what I can do.”

Maggie nodded and moved like Kate wanted, bending over the edge of the bed so that her feet were on the ground and her chest was on the mattress. Her naked womanhood was completely exposed and she felt vulnerable, a vulnerability she knew Kate would take advantage of in the way she loved best.

Kate had stayed out late, doing God knows what, but as soon as she was back, she was all over Maggie. Finally sitting on her face and getting exactly what she wanted from her. Maggie was thrilled to have it be her turn. She sensed Kate kneeling down behind her…

Kate kissed her gently on the curve of her hip. Then she started on her. Not making love. Fucking. A finger slipped inside Maggie’s sex while a thumb pressured her anus. Then two fingers, stroking inside her, making her head swirl with pleasure while the pain of being sodomized came into being, started to become real instead of anticipation.

Maggie groaned, head resting on her arms as she pushed her hips back, trying to get more of Kate’s touch. Her next inhale hissed into her mouth and her ass swayed, a rhythmic undulation announcing her liking of how Kate played her tender nerves.

Being touched in both places at once was incredibly arousing. Maggie felt her asshole clamp down on Kate’s thumb even while her pussy weakened and allowed the two fingers inside her. She almost wanted to rub her pussy herself, finish her own orgasm, but she decided not to do anything that might end Kate’s actions.

Kate kept up the fingering of her sex while corkscrewing her thumb deeper and deeper into Maggie’s nearly inviolate anus. Only slowly did it open up to how Kate was ass-fucking it. She was speeding towards her climax until there was nothing left to do but throw her head back and let her pleasured spasms totally consume her body.

Then she was gyrating her hips madly, throwing her blonde hair around her face. Kate always knew exactly how to drive her wild; Maggie could only hope she made her feel the same satisfaction when she was doing her.

“More! Don’t stop!” Maggie gasped, her breathing only becoming more pitched when Kate took her hand away. “No! Please! More!”

Then Kate grinned and ran her tongue suggestively around her lips. Maggie stopped looking over her shoulder and headbutted the mattress: “Yesssss!”

Slowly, teasingly, Kate brought her mouth against Maggie’s naked skin. She brushed her lips down Maggie’s ass, flushed with all the feelings that tingled their way through her body, and let her tongue taste the sweat on Maggie’s perineum. Maggie craned her neck again and watched as that tongue approached her cunt.

“Oh! Oh! Kate! Baby!” Maggie crooned, holding herself still through shudders as Kate’s mouth made her way to fly into orbit.

Kate started by lightly dragging her tongue over Maggie’s labia. She bit and slurped at the lips of her cunt, only slowly settling on Maggie’s slippery opening and entering it with her tongue. That she moved through the petals of Maggie’s cunt, but not into it. And when her tongue flitted towards Maggie’s clit, she stopped just short of it.