Visual Learning

"Elizabeth?" Lindsay asked uncertainly, looking around the backyard. It was supposed to be swim day, she thought. She went back to the front door, knocking on it. No answer. She went to the back door, and saw them on the kitchen table.

There was Elizabeth, on her back, her feet pointed to the sky, her toes curled. Rutting into her was a slender, wicked looking Black man, his features marred with scars. He looked like no matter how much he ate, he couldn't keep weight on. But between his thighs ... Jesus, the farmboys back home weren't that big. The guys on campus weren't that big. That big, Black fuckpole was pounding her friend. They were occasionally speaking to each other in a foreign tongue Lindsay didn't recognize.

She didn't know what to do. She thought Elizabeth deserved the courtesy of being ridden in bed, away from prying eyes. But ... Lindsay's hand disappeared down her panties all the same, rubbing her clit.

"Oh, yes, Yusuuf, cum for me," Elizabeth cried out. And then he flexed into her, once, twice, thrice.

"Allahu Akbar!" he cried out, and Lindsay was startled to hear Elizabeth joining him in the cry. "Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!"

The clarion call was right as Linday was cresting to her own orgasm from her voyeurism, and it intensified her cum strongly. She bit her lip, causing it to bleed as she fled the premises. She ran home, opening the door and shutting it. Then she called her friend.

"Ramona? It's Lindsay."