Hakaru said, “I think she’s going to be okay. Larissa, can you hear me?”
Chiyo yelled out, “Shit! Look at our rides!”
Hakaru took off his jacket and placed it under my head. “Someone call 911.”
Quincy, who had seemingly been in a daze, popped back into reality. “Fuck that! We can’t call the cops! We aren’t supposed to be out here in the first place!”
“But Larissa needs to go to the hospital,” Hakaru said. “Plus we all have to put in insurance claims.”
I pushed Hakaru away from me. “I’m fine. I’m tougher than all you motherfuckers.” I sat up. I had a killer headache, but miraculously, I was fine outside of that. “Besides, asshole, our insurance companies aren’t going to pay. We were racing, dummy.”
Quincy glared at me. “This is all your fault.”
“My fault.” I struggled to stand up. “Quincy, how the hell you figure that? Chiyo ran into you, you flipped the fuck over me, and then Hakaru slammed into my door. Tell me when I hit any damn body.”
Quincy rolled his eyes at me. “It’s your fault, bitch, because your drunk ass had us all come out here.”
“Did you just call me a bitch?” I balled my left hand into a fist. “I will punch all your teeth clear out your head, motherfucker!”
Now I had no problem calling myself a bitch, as I explained earlier, but I sure didn’t play men calling me a bitch.
“I didn’t drive your cars out here. I didn’t force you to do shit,” I added. “You three high rollers came out here together, like gangbusters, and now our cars are fucked the hell up.”
Chiyo said, “Larissa, you were drunk.”
“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!”
By the time Robert arrived in his SUV, I had ridden all three of them and was sucking off Chiyo, who was standing on the hood feeding me, while I was slamming my pussy on Hakaru’s dick.
Robert jumped out of his truck. “What the hell!”
Quincy was lying there on the mass of metal, looking up at the stars. I had worn his pencil dick out. “Bro, she’s off the chain, man. Larissa has lost her damn mind.”
Robert shook his head. “Oh, I remember the pussy. It’s addictive.” I made eye contact with him. “You’re such a bad girl.”
I let Chiyo’s dick slip from my mouth. “I’m just testing out a theory.”
“What theory?” Robert asked.
“The Big Bang Theory,” I replied. “Get undressed. T
here’s room for one more.”
They all laughed as Robert started getting naked. “Like I said, it’s addictive.”
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTORS
ANNA BLACK resides in the Midwest, where she enjoys both reading and writing a wide variety of fiction ranging from mysteries to science fiction. She collects tarot cards and enjoys watching her eclectic collection of DVDs. She has published erotic fiction in The MILF Anthology, Cowboy Lover—Erotic Tales of the Wild West, and Zane’s anthology Purple Panties. She is currently working on an erotic mystery.
JOCELYN BRINGAS lives in northern California. Her stories and poems have been featured in anthologies such as Zane’s Caramel Flava and Alison Tyler’s Got a Minute. When she’s not writing a story, she’s either listening to Backstreet Boys music or updating her website: www.flirtingwithobscene.com.
ANNE ELIZABETH debuted in Zane’s Caramel Flava with her spicy story “Sugar and Butter Poured over Muscle.” She has a sweet romantic story, “A Heart’s Hunger,” in the Highland Press collection Recipe for Love. AE is involved in a variety of writing and publishing mediums and has a cameo in Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake Issue #7 comic book. She can often be found at the Dabel Booth at a Comic Con, participating at the Romantic Times Convention, giving workshops in marketing, or writing at an intriguing or favored locale. For the latest news or appearances, check out her websites, anneelizabeth.org and anneelizabeth.net, or send her an email at
[email protected].
LOTUS FALCON is a native of Washington, D.C., who holds a bachelor of science degree in education and a master’s of public administration. She is an educator in a public school system who also leads women’s empowerment/sexuality workshops and sells adult toys and products in her spare time. She is currently writing several projects for children and adults and is married with seven children.
IAN FREY lives and writes in Chicago, Illinois, and is a firm believer in the healing powers of both sex and alternative medicine. When not busy writing or dreaming, he can be found on bicycle trails and in local restaurants, where he suggests you try something new at every meal.
S. J. FROST resides on a mini-ranch in Ohio with her wonderful husband and many spoiled pets. She graduated from the University of Toledo with a BA in English/creative writing. To date, her published works include three short stories featured in separate anthologies: “No More Mirages” in the 2007 edition Best Gay Romance published by Cleis Press, and “Invoking the Past” in Best Gay Love Stories: Summer Flings and “The Sound of Your Voice” in Ultimate Gay Erotica 2008, both anthologies by Alyson Books. She also enjoys writing book reviews for the website of TCM Reviews, www.tcm-ca.com/.
JESSE GUMP has spent many years working in the Orient. His publishing credits include a trilogy of three novels: Even Thai Girls Cry, The Farang Affair, and One High Season, all set in Southeast Asia. Jesse’s novels reflect his unique understanding of the Asian culture.
LISA DANFORD is a writer of various genres, whose poetry has appeared in many anthologies, including several published by Remus House in the UK. She is also the owner of a popular website focused on helping new writers advance their skills. Jesse provided the basic story while Lisa added a woman’s perspective and a lot of spice.
TRACEE A. HANNA, author of the book A Little Bit of Sinning and the story “The Masquerade Party,” featured in Zane’s Caramel Flava, was born in St. Louis, Missouri, and currently resides in Arizona. She is the mother of two exquisite daughters. Special thanks to her wonderful friends Lisa R. and Travis C. Visit alittlebitofsinning.tripod.com.
M. LAVONNE JACKSON lives in central Ohio with her husband, Jeff, their two daughters, and their dog, JayVyn. Mrs. Jackson credits her creative talents to her vivid imagination and past life experiences. When not writing, M. LaVonne dedicates her time to local and national charity work, photography, and her family and friends. “May I Ask a Favor of You” is her first published work in the Zane anthology series. M. LaVonne is currently completing her first novel.
FRANCES JONES is an emerging author of erotic short fiction whose work has been published in Clean Sheets and Five Minute Fantasies 2. She is a member of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association and is working on her first short-story collection. She lives in San Francisco. For more, visit www.frances-jones.com.
LARISSA LYONS loves cats, chocolate, and her husband (though not necessarily in that order!). She’s been a clown, a tax auditor, and a pig castrator >^..^
RENÉE MANLEY was born and raised in the Philippines and moved to California in her teens. She writes mostly historical, literary, and gothic gay fiction. Her stories have appeared in a number of publications, including SoMa Literary Review, Torquere Press, Iris Print, Suspect Thoughts: A Journal of Subversive Writing, and Harrington Gay Men’s Literary Quarterly. She currently lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and three cats.
MITCH taught one of the social studies at a large Southern institution for almost forty years. In that life he published a large body of work, served as an editor on a number of disciplinary and multiple-disciplinary journals, and presented papers at local, regional, national, and international meetings on four of the seven continents. He discovered fiction and erotica upon retirement.
BETTI MUSTANG was born and raised in Hawaii. She is a newspaper editor by day and an Asian succubus by night. When she’s not weaving words into tantalizing spells, she’s ghost hunting or changing diapers—both of which take skill and balls of steel.
LISA G. RILEY’s work has been called “character and issue driven; exciting, passionate and thought provoking.” The author of several novels and novellas, Ms. Riley resides in Chicago, where she is hard at work on her next project. Please visit Ms. Riley at www.lisagriley.com.
MICHELLE J. ROBINSON is the mother of twelve-year-old identical-twin boys and resides in New York City. She studied journalism at New York University and is planning to attend film school in 2008. Her erotic short story “Mi Destino” is included in the New York Times bestseller Caramel Flava. Michelle is also a contributing author to the anthology collections Succulent: Chocolate Flava II with the story “The Quiet Room” and the forthcoming Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2 with the story “Hailey’s Orgasmic Splendor.” She has recently completed work on four novels, Color Me Grey, Pleasure Principle, Serial Typical, and You Created a Monster, and is currently working on the screenplay adaptation of “Mi Destino.” Michelle can be reached at
[email protected] as well as on www.myspace.com/justef.
KISSA STARLING is new on the erotic-romance scene. She loves putting pen to paper and finds time to write each and every day. Her stories run from sweet to sizzling depending on her mood. When she isn’t writing, Kissa is spending time with her family and numerous pets in Georgia. One of her favorite pastimes is reading mail. Feel free to email her at
[email protected].
JEAN YOUNG was born in China, but by now she has spent an equal amount of time in the States as in her native land. As a scientist, she is rational and logical, but as a person who loves music, art, and literature, she is full of passion and lust for life. Such affection and enthusiasm led her to publish a couple of short love stories. “The Meaning of Zhuren” is her only attempted erotica. This story came from a short relationship she had. Her ex-boyfriend’s eccentric and powerful sexual appetite opened a mysterious and forbidden door to her. However, his coldness and aloofness eventually drove her away from his life. This bizarre experience only exists now in her distant memory and in this story.
ZANE is the New York Times bestselling author of more than ten titles; the publisher of Strebor Books, an imprint of Atria Books/Simon & Schuster; and executive producer of numerous films and television shows. You can visit her on the Web at www.eroticanoir.com.
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