“No, it was a one-way deal, all about her pleasure,” Krista replied, shaking her head. “But I didn’t care. For the next almost two years I played the game with her and learned to enjoy it for what it was and never to take it seriously. I also learned not to be ashamed of anything to do with sex. For all of her public prudishness in a predominantly white community, she wasn’t discriminatory when it came to getting laid; the Mexican gardener, a few different black guys, probably half of our neighbors, and a bunch of my father’s business associates.”
“Didn’t he know about it?” Zach asked.
“I don’t know,” Krista replied. “I never asked and my mother never mentioned him other than to explain that they were having sex issues between them, which was part of her reason for doing what she was doing.”
“Well, take it from me, you learned your lessons well,” Zach said, laughing. “Shit, my cock is so hard right now.”
“Then maybe we should go home and do something about it,” Krista suggested, “because my pussy is soaked and is just screaming for some attention.”
“It must have been so terrible to die like that,” Krista said as they stood in front of the burned-out husk of what remained of the 3-story building that had burnt down that morning.
“I’ve never seen a building burn before,” Zach said. “It was already dying down when we got to it, but it was still like something out of Hollywood, flames everywhere.”
They continued on towards their apartment, then heard a cry as they were crossing one of the small lanes leading off the main street.
“What do you want?” they heard a woman’s panicky voice cry out from the shadows down the small lane, her American accent unmistakable. “Leave me alone! What are you doing! Stop, stop. Oh, help, help!” she cried out.
“Zach, someone’s in trouble,” Krista said, heading towards the shadows.
“Shit!” Zach muttered, hurrying after her. “Stay behind me,” he said when he caught up to her.
In the glare of one of the lights on the outside of one of the buildings, they saw a woman on the ground, a man between her spread legs, his pants down below his ass, while another man squatted above her head, holding her hands.
“Just hurry up and then kill her,” a voice in the shadows said impatiently. “And get me that braid. That’s our proof for Quinn.”
Not stopping to think, Zach leapt forward, landing a flying side kick to the base of the man’s neck who was between the woman’s legs, a loud crack resounding as his neck broke and he fell over to the side like a felled tree. Reaching for the other man as his momentum carried him forward, Zach felt a searing pain on the upper inside of his thigh just before he caught the man’s arm, twisting it, then lifting it high before bringing it down sharply over his shoulder, breaking it at the elbow by hyperextending it, a knife with a long, thin blade falling from the now useless fingers, his shout of pain almost drowning out the sound of his arm breaking.
“Zach, look out,” Krista called out, followed by the sound of a gun going off, then a loud groan.
Zach released the man whose arm he had crippled, turning to see another man as he fell to the ground, a pistol falling from his fingers as he crashed down onto his face, the handle of a knife sticking out of his lower back.
“He-he was going to shoot you!” Krista said, her face white with shock. “Is he… is he dead?” she asked when Zach reached down to feel the pulse of his neck, the man with the mangled arm staggering down the lane as he ran away.
“Yes, this one, too,” he said, indicating the man whose neck he had broken, laying on his side, his ass and genitals exposed due to the fact that his pants had been pulled down so that he could rape the woman who was sobbing on the ground, trying to gather her torn dress around herself.
“Are you okay?” Krista asked, going to the woman and kneeling next to her.
“I-I… my hip,” she said. “I hurt it when they threw me on the ground.”
“Zach, what should we do?” Krista asked, turning to see him using the part of the woman’s dress that had been ripped away to wipe the handle of the knife protruding from the man’s back.
“Get the hell out of here before the police show up,” Zach replied, wincing as he got to his feet, his leg stinging where he had been cut by the man’s knife.
“N-no police,” the woman said, her eyes frightened. “They can’t be trusted.”
“We can talk about it later,” Zach said, kneeling down to scoop the woman into his arms, unable to avoid noticing that she had smaller freckled breasts with thick ruby nipples and that her pussy was hairless.
“What an incredible braid,” Krista said, lifting it as it hung almost to Zach’s knees and laying over the woman’s shoulder on her body.
“Who-who are you?” the woman gasped as they quickly moved from the small lane.
“I’m Krista, this is Zach,” Krista replied. “We were walking down the street and heard you cry out.”
“Where are you taking me?” the woman asked.
“We live just a block from here,” Krista said. “We’re going there, unless you want to go to a hospital.”
“Hospital means police,” Zach said as they hurried along. “We don’t want police.”
“No police!” the woman said, looking up at Zach.
“Don’t worry, I don’t like the idea of trying to explain things to them either,” Zach said, turning into their building.
They got to their apartment and Zach gently lowered the woman onto their bed, pulling the sheet up over her, though not missing the fact that she had long inner lips which were furled up outside of her pussy and that she had a big fat clit also bulging out with a small tattoo above everything.
“Zach!” Krista gasped, her hand covering her mouth and her eyes wide. “You’re bleeding!”
“That second guy caught me with his knife before I could get hold of him,” Zach explained.