The Hills Are Alive...



It was late night. Extremely late night. The borrowed SUV I was driving had already made three GPS guided wrong turns and I found myself on a foggy hill in tree covered area. Where in the hell was this again? I checked the GPS.
unnamed road

What the fuck kind of name was that for a street??

Wait..what? You don't know where I am?

On cue, the streets got even foggier. The Fury had made a u-turn right into The Twilight Zone. I resisted calling La La again. It was bad enough I called her at booty call hour, convinced her to let me come over in the middle of the night and faked writing down her explicit instructions...now I was taking forever to get to her place because the GPS led me to "unnamed road"

Did Michael Knight have this kind of fucked up luck with K.I.T.T.?

The car drove further up in the hills and with it, the fog cleared. Suddenly, there I was, in a community. The views of the city below were gorgeous. My cell phone rang. Sketchy service area...

"You got lost!" La La's raspy voice shouted with disdain.

"You didn't tell me you lived in West Jesus!"

"Make a left at that corner." She said.

"You see me?"

"No I'm psychic! Yes, I see you. You're the only car lights on in the hill below mine"

Below? I craned my neck. There indeed was another hill.

La La hung up as the car pulled to the outer gate of her home. Yes, it was like that.

She opened the door with sleepy eyes and a pissed look.

"AND you parked inside. Hope you know how to get out of here backwards up a hill."

"Hello to you too."

"Sorry." She said. "Of all the fucking nights, my roommate came home with a dude."

My heart sank.

I followed her into the house. My eyes watched her firm round ass, covered only by a thin pair of tights, wiggle as she crossed the living room. She walked on her tippy toes because she didn't like the feel of the wood floors on her bare feet. She curled on the couch with a pillow and batted her big brown eyes at me.

La La was gorgeous, Her beautiful brown face was framed by her new long black hairstyle (weave). In the dim light, I had time to focus on her words as they left her pretty pouty lips.

"Whassup Fury? Sit down and talk to me." She patted the couch next to her as she whispered.

I took a seat close enough to feel the firm globes of her ass rub my leg. Her eyes were focused on the late night cable movie.

"So yeah, When you called, she was out, by the time you fumbled your way up here, they showed up, went to the bedroom and were fucking.

"Were?"

"Yeah, they're done already." She smirked and rubbed my chin. "You're cute."

"You forgot?"

"I guess..." She laughed.

What transpired for the next thirty minutes was a song and dance. She sang the song of the lamb. I danced the moves of the wolf.

We kissed. I caressed. She sighed. I found the softest portion of her neck and nuzzled my nose there.

"We can't with them here.." She sighed, her eyes still closed enjoying the feeling of my kisses.

"the car is parked out front..."

"Uh uh" She grimaced.

My fingers circled the plump lips hidden by her tights. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door.

The air was brisk up here. From her front porch, I could see the fog and the city lights far off in the distance. La La raised her hands behind her head in a yawn. Her back arched, her plump breasts poked through her small shirt. My mouth watered. Entranced, I found myself kneeling before her. My mouth kissed her stomach, my index fingers slipped between the waist band of her tights and her smooth cocoa brown skin. I slid my hands down her legs and with them her tights.

My tongue slowly traced her lower lips. My hands cupped her warm ass cheeks. Her small moan told me to keep going. I kissed her softly. More than many times her knees buckled under the pressure of my tongue on her clit. Her small hands cupped the back of my head and pushed me harder against her flower. My tongue tasted her excited honey. She fed me a warm sweet treat. I was giving her head outside on a hill in the brisk air and the sensations had thrown her for a loop.

"Just what I need is for my neighbors to see this," She said as she pulled up her tights and headed for the SUV.

She climbed in the backseat while I adjusted the front seats to give me more room. She stretched in the backseat. Legs bowed, hands behind her head. As I reached the backseat and closed the door, she pulled my lips to hers sucked on my tongue then pushed my head between her thighs.

My tongue swirled and flicked. My mouth sucked and kissed. I wanted more of her taste on my tongue and she did not deny me. With each guttural grunt, I knew La La was reaching closer to the top of a new hill. She pressed my face to her valley harder then pulled back embarrassed by her candor. I pulled her hands back to the power position pleading for her to fuck my face. She obliged.

My heart pounded against my chest. I ached to feel more of her. My manhood pounded in my pants. My hands slid up her body, underneath her shirt and softly caressed her wanting nipples. With the slightest of warm strokes, her ass began to shake. My hands cupped it so as not to lose the position my tongue had on her clit.

"Shit...I'm cumming." She whispered biting her tongue.

I could not stop. I wanted more. Her plump petals filled my mouth with honeysuckle. She shook and relaxed.

"Did you hear me? I came." She panted.

I looked up to see her face sweaty. The windows were as foggy as the hills below.

"Give me what you came here to give me, Fury." She smirked.

Her body tensed with the first stroke. Her sticky wet lips parted as wide as they could for my manhood. The deeper I went, the more relaxed her body became. When I reached the end, she collapsed against the seat like a worn rag doll.

"So..good...so..damn good." She hummed as she felt me slow and deep.

Her teeth chattered as we pounded against each other harder. La La's ankles pressed against the backs of my thighs to hold me right where she felt me best. The SUV rocked. The windows went foggy. We weren't going to quit. This would be another marathon.

Finally, La La's naturally tight squeeze got the best of me. Her moans and writhing encouraged more.

"Gimme that big dick, Fury. Mmm cum for me. I want to hear that groan." She purred.

The longer we went, the nastier her talk got. She knew hot to compliment her gifts with sheer uncensored filth. I gave her the warning and she pulled her shirt up. her perky breasts met my gaze.

"Cum on my tits. Give it to me right there on those pretty titties." She moaned like a porn star.

And when I exploded she cooed with each warm squirt like it was just what she wanted. I knew better. I wiped her breasts and stomach clean with my wifebeater and tossed it in the back of the truck.

As we made our way back to her front door, the cool air was refreshing. She stood at the top step for a second.

"i can't believe I just got head on the porch like I'm a dude. You're crazy!" She laughed.

As we relaxed on the couch, she pressed her face into my chest and began to cry.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" My heart sank.

"Yes. Am I only sex to you?" She looked at me with watery eyes.

"No." I told the truth.

"Good. I was so happy to see you. Don't want to just be that chick. My roommate, she's that chick." She nuzzled into me. "Now hold me until I fall asleep."

They call me The Fury and I provide comfort in more ways than one.