Mistis’ Adventures Part 134

Mistis’ Adventures Part 134As they went toward the County road, Francis felt a warm soft hand go around his. Essie was smiling at him, and, when he turned to look at her, leaned over and kissed him. “I’m so glad for today. I got ta meet a feller that can match me, an’ keep goin. Later, when th’ time is right, I’ll maybe share somethin’ with ya. Fer now, though, I’m gonna have me some fun.” She was so beautiful, and he was wondering why she had told them that all 3 of the girls were engaged. He had met girls that just wanted him because he was black, but he could pick THOSE kinds out in a few seconds. THIS one was different.The girls had paired off with the guys, and the guys with them, had led the horses to the pond, to give them some water. He would have to tell the younger one that “Dixie,” didn’t mean shit to him. The reason he had looked at him funny-like, was that the other day, he ( Royce) had walked into the soul-bar, and kissed the lady that ran the place, AND her daughter. THEY had BOTH nearly swooned over it. The daughter had said she and him had gone to school for the whole time, Kindergarten to High School, together. She said he had been one of the nicest, sweetest guys in the school. She had made the mistake of telling a couple of her friends, real bitches it turned out, that she would give him some pussy, anytime he asked her for it. The friends had spread it around that she wanted to be the “pet coon” for a “piece o’ white bread”. They had never let up on her. Some of them had begun to call her “Aunt Jemima”, or the “house negro.” Both the ladies had said so many good things about him, it was a surprise. When he came over and put his arm around him, and hugged him, and apologized for playing THAT music, it was an even BIGGER shock.The others had gone on, but the tall lady, that told him to call her Essie, stayed with him, going and filling a big bowl with stew, and topping it off with 3 BIG pieces of cornbread, and a glass of ice tea to wash it down with. She had shown him a place they had discovered a few days before, and sat talking while he ate. When he finished the stew and cornbread, and drank the tea, she took his things and told him that she would be right back. She did come back, but NOT empty-handed. She had another big bowl of hot peach cobbler, and a big cup of cold milk. She had sat, smiling,and watched his face for reaction. It was the best meal he had had in a long time, and he told her it was. She had told him, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. We’ll probably be bringing lunch out many days. I want to know what YOU like, so I can cook it for you. The stew was made by my buddy, Cathy, and the cornbread was made by the lady sitting with Floyd. They both have special touches. I make good cornbread, but not like hers. Hers is MUCH better than mine.””Now, if you want, and if you’re NOT too full. I’d like ta spend a little time with ya. Will it offend ya if I get comfortable, though?” He had heard this “line” before. “Go ahead.” She had just taken off her sneakers, and laid back against a tree. “Where ya from?” He told her. “How long ago did ya get yer GED?” He told her that too. She related how she had gone through school, been something of a hell-raiser, loving to prank other people, and got interested in ballet, she had ALWAYS loved to dance, and went to school in New York, getting offers from 3 companies there, an offer from a company in Philadelphia, and 2 offers from companies in Boston. She had turned them all down. She had had her fill of phonies, con-men, and self-proclaimed “studs”, wanting to do her the “ultimate favor.” Most, in fact, all but one, of the scouts had promised to get her in for a “little roll in the hay.” The one that had NOT told her that was gay. She had told them all, “If you had been the least bit honest with me, I would have given ya all the pussy ya could ever want.” She had shown it to them at this point. “But you thought you had a little starry-eyed girl that didn’t know which way was up, niğde escort bayan and tried to trick me. Well, FUCK YOU, and THE HORSE YOU RIDE ON!!!” She had returned to Arkansas a few days later, told Granny she wanted her to teach her the old ways, and had NEVER been happier, until now.Francis had smiled at her story, and commented a few times. There had never been a question as to the authenticity of her tale. It was something he had heard and witnessed several times. He had even told more than a few lies to get some pussy from girls his own self. He always tried to “talk smack” to get into their panties, first, but, if THAT didn’t work, he wasn’t above doing it the hard way. For THEM!!! Most knew that if he wanted it enough, he would use v******e if necessary. Few girls, that knew him, told him “NO.”He looked at her levelly and asked, “SO!!! If the time comes that I want to spend some time with YOU, all I have to do is be honest about what I want to do?” She looked at him, winked, and told him, “WHY do you think I came out here, in the middle of nowhere, with you? I was hoping to find out about the REAL you. NOT about a, pardon the French, “STREET NIGGER!” Those are a dime a dozen. I saw a very handsome guy, that everybody talks about being a really nice man, and a good person to have as a friend. I wanted to get to know HIM better, in EVERY way, and find out if he was worth my time and effort. I DON’T have time for liars, bullies, or ass-holes. My Grandad taught hand to hand fighting to the Green Berets, and he taught me, my brother, and our Mom, so trying to get tough just won’t work. Gentle, sweet, and polite will work EVERY time, though. NOW!!! Which way is it gonna be?”Francis rolled over and put his hand on her leg, just at the bottom of her shorts leg. “I wanted to know if you were like some of the girls I’ve known, that wanted a big black cock stuck in ’em. If ya were, I’d fuck ya one or two times, an’ make sure I’d done my best ta knock ya up. Then I’d walk away and NEVER look back. I’m hoping, someday, to find a lady that wants ME, and will love me like I will love her. Sure, I’ll share from time to time, but I want to know that she wants me as much as I want her.”Essie’s smile told him, even more than the words that followed, “Shall we give it a go, then?” He nodded, and she pulled him over to her, this time for a kiss on the lips, instead of the cheek. “What should I do next, Sweetie?” He looked at her, and realized she WASN’T playing games with him. “May I see what you look like without your clothes?” Essie told him, “Your wish is my command. I was hoping you would want to see me as much as I want to see you.” She stood straight and tall, and first peeled the T-shirt off, revealing her magnificent breasts, then slowly unbuttoning her shorts, and letting them fall, after pulling them past her hips, to the ground. She held her arms slightly out from her sides and turned around and around so he could see every part of her, then sank down beside him. “Your turn. Gimme some eye-candy, Babe.” He stood and pulled his tank top over his head, then sat down to pull his boots and socks off, and rose, again, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He looked at her and wise-cracked, “Promise me ya won’t laugh.”She nodded, and he let his pants drop to the ground. He wasn’t wearing briefs or other underwear. “We couldn’t afford to buy such things when I was a k**, and by the time I had the money ta buy ’em, they didn’t feel right, an I said the hell with ’em.”She held her hand out to him, and told him, “Come ta Mama. Let ME show ya what I think.” She had found them one of the many places that was a field of clover. No blanket could have been softer, or more fragrant. She let deeds say it all for her. She rolled atop him, kissing him and exploring all the bumps and valleys that made his body so interesting. He wasn’t built like a body-builder, but was satiny smooth, with the underlying hardness of a tough, and physically demanding escort niğde life. Many scars, and welts, attested to the hardness of his life on the mean streets. She felt all of them, tracing each with her fingers, and kissing some. She felt the sorrow in him, as if he had spoke of it, and promised herself, that no matter the outcome, she would never add to that pain in him. “I think you are everything the others spoke of. Sweet, considerate, and polite. A friend to be valued, and an enemy to be feared. Let’s find out more, SHALL WE. It’s not so big as some I’ve seen, but it DOES look delicious. May I try it?” His hands had been busy on her back parts, exploring from her shoulders to her knees, with ample time and attention paid to her butt. It was softer than he had expected. “PLEASE DO.” Mr Jacobs would be proud of the way he was using good English. She slid down his body kissing him the same way he had kissed MANY girls, trying to get them hot, but when she reached his stomach, he stopped her. “Honey, I’m sweaty and nasty down there. I sweat like a Missouri mule when I’m working. Let me clean up, first.” She giggled at his admission. “NOT A CHANCE, LOVER!!! I said I wanted to know the real you. You don’t know a real man until you taste his sweat and grime, as well as everything else. Hang on, I’m goin’ in for th’ kill.” He knew it would be pointless to argue with her, so he told her to turn around so He could taste HER as WELL. She giggled, again. “THAT’S what I was HOPIN’ for!!!” She turned and re positioned herself to abide by his wishes. “GOD!!! Your chest is so broad. Hope my little old legs will spread that wide.” He answered her in the way she had wanted, all along. She felt his tongue lick from the top of the hair on her pussy, down, or up, to her asshole. Mom had taught her, soon after the first time she had taken a man anally, to keep her ass hole clean. Nothing spoiled a good rim-job like getting a taste of shit. She had learned to swab herself out until she was as clean in back, as she was in front.His dick was sucked into her mouth, and it was all she had hoped for. He wasn’t as big as her Dad, or her Gramps, but it was more than enough to make HER happy. He was at least 10 inches long, but was nice and thick, to boot. She could handle THIS and be VERY happy. Now she had to make HIM very happy. He was using his tongue to check out all the equipment, much to HER approval. She did her best to return his giving, and soon felt him tense up. NOT YET YOU DON’T!!! She released him and kissed his belly, and his hip bones, until she felt his breath slow down, and went in for a second helping. She would bring him to the edge, and let him relax, knowing that he was going to give her a mouth, or pussy full of his cum. The fourth time she felt him getting ready, she raised up to a sitting position. He groaned, wondering if she was going to leave him high and dry. Instead, she did an abrupt about-face and slid back the little bit necessary to sit on his raging hard-on. She sat there covering him with her wet pussy, and waiting for the sign that he had relaxed one more time.His breathing slowed down, and she leaned forward to kiss his eyelids, and then his lips. “Now you’re gonna get what you’ve been wanting all along.” She reached down and guided the crown of his dick to her wet pussy, lowering herself, OH so SLOWLY, until he was all the way inside of her. She began to rock back and forth, slower than the first time, and whispered to him. “I want you to tell everyone you see, how good I fucked YOU. I want you to tell them you’ve just had the best shot of ass you’ve EVER had. I want you to dream about me, and fucking me, every day for the rest of your life. I want you to think of me and compare every girl you see, or fuck, to me, and KNOW that I’m the best you could ever find. I’ll still let other men fuck me, but it will be YOU I’m thinking of. I will tell you this. I want you to fall madly in love with me. I want, someday, for you to niğde escort get down on your knees, and beg me to marry you. I will, just for fun, tease you about it, but you know that I will spend the rest of my life making you happy, and giving you the life you deserve.He was gritting his teeth in an effort NOT to blow her full of cum. He wanted this to last as long as it could. BUT, even though the spirit was willing, the flesh was too weak. He pulled her down and pushed his lips into hers and groaned, as he filled her with more sperm than he had ever imagined possible. She pushed on his shoulders, making him go in deeper. She promised herself that she was going to let him make her pregnant. She wanted his c***d more than anything she had EVER wanted. Funny in a way. Four couples, and counting, that had found someone they wanted to spend their lives with. Five if you counted Mary’s daughter, and her husband.They finished, and she rolled over to take him in her arms, and kiss him like she had kissed only a few men in her life, before. Her brother, her Father and both of her Grandfathers had been kissed like she was kissing him She, as soon as she got to the house, was going to ask for her Grandfather’s council. He was one of the wisest men she had ever known.She reached over and took him in her mouth to taste his seed, and clean him. It was almost a surprise when he turned her, and did the same to her. She knew that everything was going to be wonderful, now.Both got so turned on that they went for the second time, but that time he filled her 2 times before he stopped. The only reason they stopped then, was they heard the motor start on the bulldozer. They put their clothes back on, but Francis put HIS shirt on backwards. She looked out through the opening in the brush, and saw the older women, with assistance from the men, loading up the leftovers from lunch. Francis walked over and shook his head, and sat down with his back to a tree, and she went over and got in the pickup with the other ladies. The others had mounted and went back to take care of the horses. She almost made it to the pickup, and her shorts fell to her ankles, almost tripping her. Gail and Clara both giggled. “Some one else got a good screwing, too. How many times didja git fucked, Dear?” Clara asked. Which one was it. That handsome young black guy?” asked Gail. Essie sighed. “YUP!!! He fucked me 3 times. I’m gonna get more as soon as I can, too.She went in the door at the house and the first thing she saw was her Grandfather sitting there. She went over and took a knee at his feet, hugging his legs. “Granddad, can I talk to you. I need to tell you something, and get advise from you.” He listened to what she had to say, and smiled. “What does your heart tell you? Not your pussy, but your HEART!” She told him of what she did, and said, and he listened, as he always did. “Go out with the others, later, and have fun. I will watch when you see him, and when he sees you. Then you will know what I think. I will either welcome him to the family, or I will say NOTHING. THAT will be my answer.”She went up the stairs, and took a long, hot shower. She sat on the towel on the edge of the bed, then turned to lay full length on it. Her heart was pounding. She rose from the bed and opened the drawer on the nightstand pulling out a small leather pouch, and held it to her bare chest. “OH GREAT SPIRIT. Walk with me this day. Tell me if my heart is true. Guide me with your wisdom to chose the right path. Let me not be led down the path of my destruction. HEAR ME. PLEASE HEAR ME!!!” She hung the bag around her neck. It contained a buckeye, a piece of a meteorite, and an eagle feather, along with a small turquoise, and a red, shiny stone. It was the medicine bag she had had since she was a baby. It had been sung over by the last fully recognized Medicine man that she knew of. Grandad had given it to her the day she was born. It had seen him through 3 wars, and many years until she was born. Bruce had one that Grandpa had given him. Their sister had died at birth, and was buried with another. She would have been 2 years older than Essie. They still spoke of her, often, knowing she would be welcome in the Happy Hunting Grounds.