Close (and Far) From Home

It was a quick shimmy up the old oak tree for Katie. She'd climbed this tree for years, to visit Peter surreptitiously. And it was always reliable. She tossed a small pebble at Peter's window. He opened the window groggily.

"Help me in," Katie said. The scrawny white boy took her hand, helping her in. She was dressed simply, in a pink hoodie. "Let's have fun." She said simply, tugging off her hoodie to reveal her large, pendulous, milky white tits.

She'd been tempted by the big African, to be sure. He was capable and confident and strong, an allure to anyone, especially someone with a meek white boyfriend like Katie, even if she was seeing her weed dealer on the side. But he wasn't Peter. He wasn't ... home.

Peter smelled of home, he tasted of home. Every kiss made Katie realize how much she'd grown up with him, and how terribly she'd miss him if she left. And sure, maybe he barely lasted a minute inside her -- she wasn't with him for the sex. She was with him for everything else.

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Hours later, she was in a black hoodie, off the wrong side of town, the neon of a nearby strip club just a block away. Delroy took her cash and gave her the baggie of green, looking the white brunette up and down.

"You want some dick?" he asked frankly. Katie chuckled, pulling her hoodie off. Peter had cum in her.

"Yeah, but you're getting ass, not pussy," she said. Delroy chuckled, assenting. He peeled off his boxers, his long trunk of a cock already stiffening. She bent for him over the bed, her boyfriend's cum in her pussy, grunting as the Black thug lubricated her with his large fingers, each one of them feeling like Peter's prick.

It felt forever when he finally pushed the head of his cock inside her, then she almost collapsed on the bed as he pushed another length of his shaft into her. His balls slapped her cum filled pussy before he came, bareback into her tight ass. They stayed that way for half an hour, his cock throbbing in the tight, clenching tunnel of her ass.

She left, and he walked down a block.

"Hey Pops, I need some more supply yo," Delroy said. D-Train rubbed his eyes, frowning at the youth.

"I ain't yo' pops, boy," he said, but getting the **** all the same. Delroy handed over most of the cash.

"Ain't what my mama say," Delroy replied. D-Train had impregnated half of the neighborhood, it felt like.