1. A Mississippi Kite


    Date: 12/9/2023, Categories: Interracial Love, Author: byTail_Gunner 

    ... speakers:

Keep on rockin' while I'm pushin',

drive it home...

Put your lips next to mine..

let me drive it home.

For three days he fucked her. The most glorious three days of the summer. Days they spent on the beach, lounging by the water and listening to The Clovers singing "Drive It Home" and "Sixty-minute Man." Afternoons and nights, he was a thorough and unhurried lover.

They swam naked in the night. Fucked on a spread out towel in the moon light.

He made her say all the dirty words, would not take her until she said the words:

"Your cock, stick your black cock in me..." or, "Lick my white pussy... You like my white pussy? "... or,... "Play with my tits, my other two pussies, bite my nipples..." or, "I'm just a pussy!"

"Whose pussy," he would ask.

"Your pussy... fuck your pussy!... Your black cock pussy!!"

Leitha found herself doing things she had never imagined, reveling in the taste of his cock, loving the feel of cum when she traced the head of his penis. There was nothing he asked, nothing he suggested that Leitha didn't want to do.

She wore a button up shirt, usually un-buttoned and no shorts or panties. They swam at night, naked. She was always wet, the smell, the taste of her easing out onto her upper, inner thighs. Bo was hard again almost before she was ready.

"How old are you anyway?" she asked, laying back exhausted on the bed, her legs splayed, watching him run a finger just inside her open pussy, insert it into his ...
    ... mouth, suck away the sweet and salty stickiness of her.

"Old enough," he said. Laughed.

She got on hands and knees when he asked her, told her to. He took her from behind. Other times she rode him like a cow-girl, astride his hips, his cock deep inside her, reaching places that had not been reached before. She hung her head over the edge of the bed, the better to take the length of him in her mouth, her throat. She traced her fingers, her tongue, over the slick and wet cum left on the head of his cock.

"You got a man back home?" he asked her. "A dick back home?"

Her legs were wrapped around his neck, a pillow underneath her ass; his balls slamming against her buttocks. He made her answer the question.

"Yes!" she screamed; "... but he don't fuck me like you fuck me!... Oh! -- Goddamn, shit, mother-fucker!!"

She had never felt so beautiful, so desired, so completely filled and spent as she did with him. That he was so much younger than she and of a different race didn't matter. What mattered was that the fucked her.

"You liking this?" Bo asked, an insanely ridiculous question.

"It's never been like this," she said. "Nobody ever wanted me like this, like you want me."

"They just dumb asses," he told her. "Any man would want you." He was between her legs, his tongue moving over the skin between her open pussy and the top of her leg.

"Nobody ever made me feel like this," she said.

It also didn't matter that they exchanged only first names... nothing ...
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