Chasing White Pussy

The next song was more lively. Faith danced to the beat. Her limber body twisted and turned as she danced around me. She smiled as she brushed her sexy figure against me. Bumping and grinding against me. The other girls, including Megan hopped out on the dance floor and circled around me. They danced provocatively, attempting to outdo one another. The guys felt left out. The came out to the dance floor as well. It was a fun, sexually charged night. A few of the tenants left together.

The night came to an end and I asked Faith. "Do ya need a ride back?"

She thought for a moment. "Thanks RJ, but I dove my friends down here."

"It's all good. Drive safe." I said.

"I will RJ! Thanks for the dance!" She beamed.

The following evening, I had a friend over, a dyke named Yolanda, Yo for short. She was also a black butch in her late 50's. She was crass and an alpha like me. We had been friends for years. We planned to grab beers and play billiards. I just finished taking a shower and was drying off. The doorbell rang and Yo answered it. It was Faith. Yo invited her in.

"Hey RJ! Get yo dyke ass out here. You got's a visitor and she's hot as fuck!" Yo yelled at me.

I walked out in my boxers and said. "Calm the fuck down ya old horn dog!"

Faith's eyes were wide. Her mouth was open and her face was flushed as she stared at me, topless in front of her. I think it shocked her see me half naked. I tried to downplay it.

"Hey girl!" I said nonchalantly.

"Hey RJ." She replied.

"Everything OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just...uh...you've got company. I didn't mean to intrude." She said, as she made her way for the door.

"Ya ain't intrudin' girl!" I said.

"That's ok RJ. I have to get going anyway." She replied, hurrying away.

Faith was embarrassed to be there. I wanted to chase after her, but I didn't want to break my plans with my friend. Faith would have to wait.

The next few days, Faith didn't show up for the afternoon happy hour. Eventually, we walked passed one another in the common area, She averted eye contact with me and didn't say hello. Sometime after that, I was in the laundry room. She came in with a load. Faith had on a white tank top, pink pajama bottoms and pink flip flops, not super sexy but it still looked good on her. I smiled at her but she refused to look me in the eyes. My little white girl put her laundry in the washer and tried to leave. I stepped in front of her and blocked her path.

"Okay, ya don't talk to me, ya won't look at me. What the fuck is going on?!?" I demanded.

Faith looked at me for a moment, thinking before she spoke. "I'm...I'm sorry RJ. I'm being stupid. When I walked in on you at your apartment and saw that you were a woman I was surprised. I didn't know how to react. I acted stupidly and I'm embarrassed about how I reacted. I didn't know what to say so I kinda avoided you. I'm sorry!"

I smiled and nodded. "I wondered if that was the problem. Look, I am who I am. I don't hide it and I don't need ta explain it ta people. I jus' let it all hang out."

"I understand. But why do you dress like a guy?" She asked sympathetically.

"Cause I'm a butch, ya know? I'm more like a man than a woman." I said.

"What's it like?" She asked, curious.

"What?" I asked.

You know...being gay." She replied.

"It's good. I get to dance with sexy assed women like yo'self." I said, flirting.

Faith blushed. "Uh...So...How long have you been gay?"

"Longer than you've been alive child." I laughed.

Faith took a step back and leaned against the washing machine. I took a step towards her, our eyes stayed locked on each other as we talked.

"How old are you?" She inquired.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm just curious." She responded.

"I'm 64 but I act like I'm 20." I joked.

Faith didn't say anything. It looked like she was doing the math in her head. Her eyes give me a once over. Focusing on my shaved head and salt and pepper colored eyebrows.

"What?" I asked.

After a moment, Faith smiled and said. "Well it's just that...."

"Jus' what?" I asked.

"You're old! I mean you're like old enough to be my grandma!" She teased.

Laughing, I leaned in, placed my hands on either side of the washing machine as I boxed her in.

With a devilish grin, I leaned my head in and said. "Shit girl, do ya slow dance with yo grandma like you did wit' me? All bumpin' and grindin' on her like some hoochie?"

"No." She laughed, her face bright red. "I was just doing it to show off."

"Uh huh Miss thang? And jus' who was ya showing off for?" I demanded.

"Uh...I don't know." She retorted.

I looked into Faith's green eyes like a predator, ready to pounce on their prey. "Ya know what I think?"

"What?" She asked.

"I think ya was showing off ta me!" I teased.

Faith looked down, as if she was in trouble. "Uh..."

"You's attracted ta me. Ain't ya?" I smiled.

"What?!?" Faith looked surprised.

"It's alright girl. Ya ain't the first. I'm a strong black stallion. I got the swagger and I go after what I want. And you's attracted to that." I grined.

Faith stared silently at me, bewildered as she pondered my words.

Breaking the tension, I said with a wink. "You's one bad little girl! Yo parents would thank me if I spanked that sexy ass, but you'd probably enjoy it!"

Faith laughed. Then, it was quiet for a moment, except for the sound of the washing machines...and our breathing. I stared into her eyes. We both smiled stupidly at each other. The air was heavy with sexual tension.

"Baby girl, you's gorgeous!" I declared. " I haven't been this drawn ta a woman in a long time."

Faith looked up at me and said nothing.

I pressed my body against Faith's. I could feel my throbbing sex yearning for her. In a low deep voice, I asked. "Have ya ever been wit' a woman before?"

She swallowed hard before softly uttering. "N...no."

I leaned my head in a little closer to her. "Mmmm. Have ya ever been with a nigga before?"

Her eyes widened, shocked by my language. "No."

"Mmm." I replied. I looked her up and down and licked my lips. "Girl, I want that pussy!"

Faith swallowed hard. Not saying anything.

I caressed her ivory colored cheek with my jet black hand. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Then, she opened her eyes and looked up at me, tense and waited for my next move.

"I love those pink lips of yo's." I said as I nudged her chin up.

We stared at each other. I leaned my head in. Faith closed her eyes as my big lips met hers. I gave her a tender kiss. My body hummed with excitement. The blood rushed to my big black pussy. Faith opened her big green eyes. I looked at her with pure lust. She saw it in my eyes.

"I love yo lips." I told her.

"I've never kissed a woman before." She said nervously.

Self-assured, I replied. "Shit! That ain't all we gonna be doin'!"

I leaned in. This time our lips parted. My tongue slipped into her heavenly mouth. Our tongues coiled together like two snakes entwined in a carnal embrace. Two women, old and young, black and white coming together, kissing passionately. The feelings were intense. I pressed my pussy against hers. Faith moaned in approval. We kissed as I grinded against her. Our lips were like ripples of water on a lake, they ebbed and flowed against each other in a ying and yang sort of way. In between, our tongues flailed madly, exploring our mouths..

My rugged black hands creeped down to Faith's shapely ass. I grasped her sumptuous backside and lifted my little white girl up. Instinctively, she lifted her legs up and straddled my mid-section. Her cream colored arms wrapped around my thick neck. She clung to me tightly, like a baby clinging to a parent. Our amorous mouths froliced together as I held her. It felt natural, having this beautiful teenager clinging desperately to me as we expressed the purest forms of our innate desires. I was her big, bad sexual matriarch and I guided my new pupil into undiscovered territory.

I held her as long as I could but my arms soon tired. I let go of her tight ass. To my delight, my beautiful teenager held fast to me, and finished one more steamy kiss before letting go. Once she was back on her feet. I put my hands on her shoulders, my fingers softly traced the length of her arms grabbing her wrists. I peeled her arms away from my thick neck. Then, I placed my hands on her shapely hips. Faith looked at me for a brief moment before I spun her around.

Her backside faced me. The young redhead looked over her shoulder. I took her hands in mine, and placed hers on either side of the washing machine. With my right hand on her hip, I placed my left hand in the middle of her back and made her lean forward. Then with both hands on Faith's hips, I pulled her muscular ass up into my aching sex. My pussy knew what to do, I ground my crotch into her shapely butt.

I nuzzled my head into Faith's neck and whispered in her ear. "Ya ain't the only one who can bump and grind."

"Fuck!" She exclaimed.

"We will baby!" I teased.

I pressed my big body against hers. My left arm wrapped around her petite waist. And my right hand slipped inside Faith's t-shirt, moving up her exposed skin. My greedy fingers found her covered breasts. Dying to caress her tits, my long, thick fingers slid underneath her bra and cupped her left breast. It overflowed in my hand. I took her earlobe into my mouth and nibbled on it while my hips thrust into her ass. My right hand happily massaged her tit. My left hand moved down Faith's smooth flat stomach, I fumbled to find the drawstrings of her pajama bottoms.

"Wait! Wait RJ! What if someone walks in?" She asked half panicked.

"Fuck'em!" I said unapologetically as I desperately untied the drawstrings.

Once the knot was undone, my possessed fingers delved underneath the fuzzy, soft material of the pajamas. I nibbled on her ear while my pelvis continued its dry humping her hot ass. I ran her nipple between my expert fingers, tweaking it. My other hand meandered deeper down into her undiscovered territory. The firm, yet soft skin of her flat lower abdomen greeted my lecherous fingers. They crept ever closer until the tips of my fingers found the perimeter of her low cut panties.

Eagerly, I dipped my inquisitive fingers underneath the thin material. My hand inched nearer to its destination. Closer and closer I drew to Faith's pussy. All I felt was smooth, hairless skin.

"Mmm. Ya wax don'tcha?" I murmured into her ear.

Faith let out a barely audible. "Yes."

"Did ya wax that pussy for me? Or for someone else?" I breathed.

"Uh...yeah. I did it the day before I came over to visit you." She replied.

"So ya was attracted ta me?" I smiled.

"I guess I am.". She replied.

"Mmm. What would yo parents say?" I joked.

Faith mumbled something that I didn't hear.

My fingers reached the apex, touching her sex for the first time. Faith cooed. Her body went taut as my fingers intruded on her intimate of areas. My right hand caressed her breast, manipulating her erect nipple. Shamelessly, I rubbed and tweaked it. The other hand cupped her silky smooth womanhood. My pointer and ring fingers were on either side of her pussy lips while my middle finger lay in the chasm of her fertile sex. I ran my thick middle finger back and forth over her pussy lips, never penetrating her. I nipped on the side of Faith's neck as I salaciously assaulted her inviting ass. Curious fingers zealously manipulated her sex. Her pussy was hot to the touch and wet with excitement. Viscous fluids coated my fingers.

"Feels good, don't it?" I asked.

Faith didn't say a word. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lower lip. Her response came by widening her stance, granting me complete access to her body. I massaged her velvety soft pussy. I was slow, methodical, running my fingers over and between her labia and clit. She moved her hips in rhythm with my hand. Futilely, she tried to force my fingers inside her.

"Oh baby! Daddy'll take care of ya. I promise." I breathed into her ear as I squeezed her breast.

"I can't believe I'm doing this! This is crazy!" She exhaled.

"I know baby." I said as my coated middle finger traced the outline of her wet pussy lips.

Our bodies were in sync. Her sexual energy matched my own. I held my sex firmly against Faith's ass, ceasing all forward momentum. My body was pressed tightly against hers. As my middle finger dipped into the folds of her tight pussy, I slowly pushed my pussy into Faith's ass, simulating a man penetrating her. Faith yelped. Her body flexed for a moment before relaxing as my lubed finger wormed its way inside her tight little hole.

I felt her hot flesh engulf my exploring finger. Her pussy was on fire! Her vaginal muscles fluttered as I delved ever deeper inside her. My finger gleefully explored her body. I pushed my quivering sex deeply against Faith's backside, holding my crotch firmly in place at the same time that I buried my thick finger deep inside her tight pussy. I curled my finger inside her, exploring her wonderland. My little teenager, did her best to stifle her moans as I fondled her sex. The wriggling serpent that was my finger fought against her ever collapsing fissure. As I retracted my finger, I ran over a cord of nerves. Faith yelped and her body clenched in response. I found her g-spot.

"Holy shit!!! What was that?!?" Faith gasped.

Amused, I said. "Ya don't know?"

"No!" She replied.

"Girl, I'm gonna fuck yo shit up!" I smiled.

I pushed my hips forward in tandem with with intrusive finger. My pace was slow. I buried my groin deep into her ass. At the same time, I plunged my thick black finger all the way inside her. Slowly I withdrew the foreign object from inside her succulent body, delicately dragging the top of my finger gently over her g-spot. Faith bore down, biting her lip, silencing her moans. Her body flexed and her pussy constricted on me with each thrust. I increased my tempo, my grinding pelvis and my exploring finger performed as one. Each time, I stimulated her g-spot.

With each thrust forward, Faith intuitively pushed herself back into me. Millions of years of primal instincts informed our bodies of our particular roles with a singular purpose. Faster and faster we went. On the apex of lust. Two bodies, black and white, old and young connected as one.

Finally, I felt Faith climax! Her vaginal walls expanded and contracted on my finger, her body twisted and turned in ecstasy. Happily, I held my finger deep inside her. I felt my own dam break as well. Both of us climaxed together. I held my young lover tightly against me, our bodies resonated with euphoric highs. We didn't move, our breathing was heavy from overexertion while we basked in the purity of our debaucherous union.

Catching my breath, I whispered into her ear. "Oh my little girl! I'm gonna eat ya out!"

Faith didn't say a word. She stayed motionless, with one of my hands massaging her breast as the other lovingly caressed her wet pussy as she came down from her sexual high. Soon, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Faith snapped back to reality, her body jolted upright. She grabbed my hand that was buried in her pajama bottoms and forced me to relinquish control of her luscious pussy. My finger reluctantly withdrew from her. Then she pushed my other hand from underneath her shirt.

Just as Faith pushed away from me, a fat tenant came through the door. My young lover's face was flushed red with embarrassment. She looked like a scared child, afraid of being caught. Her rock hard nipples shown plainly through her t-shit and her bottoms were wet with her fluids. She pulled the basket up to her waist, to cover her shame. She quickly walked past the other girl, avoiding eye contact. I stared angrily at fat bitch, who interrupted our intergenerational coupling. I brought my lubricated hand to my mouth. I inhaled her scent and took my well coated finger into my mouth and tasted her for the first time. I savored her fresh juices, wanting more. Much more! I went up to her apartment, hoping that we could continue where we'd left off, but she didn't answer the door. I walked away. I wondered when I would see her again.

The next few days, she didn't show up to any of the afternoon get togethers. Faith walked passed me in the common area. She gave me a brief hello and quickly walked by. I ran into her a few more times, but whenever she saw me, she acted like she had somewhere else she needed to be. I made several attempts to talk to her, but she would put me off like a stranger. It pissed me off.

One Friday evening I pulled into my parking spot. I got out of my truck and I noticed a figure in the shadows walking in my direction. As the figure came closer, I could see that it was Faith. She was walking to her car. She wore a black mini dress that clung to her body like a second skin and black suede boots that covered her long pale legs, just exposing a portion of her bare mid thighs. We made eye contact for a moment before she looked away. Faith wasn't expecting to see me and she didn't look thrilled to walk into me there. She tried to pass but I side stepped in front of her. She tried to step around me once more but I mirrored her movements and remained in front of her.

"What the fuck!?!" She said agitated. "Would you please get out of my way?!?"

I looked at her. "We need ta talk."

"I'm busy, I need to go!" She commanded.

"Where the fuck are ya going?" I said.

"It's none of your business!" Faith retorted. "I'm going, RJ!"

"No ya ain't little girl! We need ta talk! Now!" I said, pissed off.

"I have a fucking date! I don't have time for this!" She yelled.

"What?!?" I said, sick to my stomach with anger and jealousy. "Are ya fucking kidding me?"

"Leave me the fuck alone!" She cried out.

Faith didn't wait for me to reply, she started to make her way passed me to her car. I could feel my anger swell, outraged that she was going on a date. I imagined her going out with some young white boy. I could see her having sex with some honky ass cracker, that only pissed me off more. As far as I was concerned, she was my girl.

Furious, I grabbed Faith's arm, spun her around and pulled her back. My thick left arm wrapped around her slender waist and pulled her to me. I placed my other hand on the back of her long, delicate neck. I held her close to me. We stood there, neither of us speaking.

Faith looked at me with shock. I stared into her beautiful, innocent eyes. Even in the darkness, her green eyes shined brightly. I looked at her with intensity. She was so angelic with her green eyes, red hair and glossy pink lips. She was so fucking young and inexperienced at 18 years old. She needed someone mature who could be her teacher, lover and equal. Not some college aged kid.

With her in my arms, my anger and jealousy faded away. I felt our hearts beating together. She was my little white princess and I was her black king. The air was thick with tension as I silently held her in my arms. My lips were drawn to hers. I leaned in, Faith moved her head back for a moment before she stopped. She gave in to the moment and closed her eyes and allowed our mouths to meet.

In that kiss, raw sexual energy flowed between us. Our mouths danced together in the pale moonlight. I put both of my arms around her slender waist and Faith wrapped her arms around my neck. Here we were, two women generations apart, races apart connecting with each other on a sexual level. Our mouths mingled together and expressed our inner desires.

"C'mon. Let's go somewhere private." I breathed into Faith's ear.

With my arm around her slender waist, I quickly led Faith back to my apartment. My fingers fumbled for my keys as I unlocked the door and urged her inside. Once the door closed, I set upon her like an african tribesman. I pushed her against the wall and put my hands on her hips. Faith's arms were around my shoulders. I looked into her beautiful green eyes. My urges took over. I had to mate with this fertile white girl! Faith could see that beastial look in my eyes and knew that I was going to fuck her.