Love Blind

"I can't believe this kind of shit still happens in 2016," Lily said, exasperated.

Her husband, Leon, just looked at the racial slur spray painted across their mailbox and shook his head.

Lily had noticed it after her run. The blonde white woman stood, sweating and pink in a blue sports bra and multi-colored tight running pants with her IPhone sticking out from between the fabric and the skin of her hip and the red cord of her ear buds snaking across her stomach and up to her head.

For a twenty-six-year-old, Lily looked much younger for her age. She was short, roughly five-foot-four, and weighed just north of 100lbs. She had little hips, a flat stomach, and very small breasts, but still sported an ample, firm ass on her back side. Her blue eyes turned to sea water when she was angry.

On the reverse side of the mailbox from the racial slur, they had also spray-painted the word 'mud shark' over their last name.

Lily was beyond incensed. For a small girl, a surprising amount of anger could be vented out. She stood, looking at Leon as if he should be angrier, but her husband seemed only to shrug and shake his head.

"Let's go back inside, I have some paint I can use to paint over it," Leon said, calmly.

Lily only agreed after a few more huffs and looking around her neighborhood for anyone to be upset with.

Haverhill was still a very segregated community, despite it being the 21st century. 'The Heights', where Lily had grown up and where her and Leon currently lived, was 90-plus percent white. The Lowlands, or as it was usually referred to as, the 'ghetto, was about 60 percent black. Despite the average income for Haverhill residents being roughly the same in both the heights and lowlands.

Lily had grown up with fairly liberal parents. She was also encouraged to be open minded and free thinking. In high school, Lily had dated predominantly black men. Even though the high school was roughly ¼ black, none of Lily's other friends dated anyone other than white guys. The weird segregation was so pertinent in their community, that even other black men and women in her class gave her shit for dating interracially.

Lily had been used to crass statements from racist white folks, but never had they vandalized her property before. As Lily steamed into her house, she tried to name every last person in the neighborhood that could be responsible.

"Fred, I bet you it was Fred. Or James. Or that asshole Brendon," Lily vented, "Or Gale. I bet you it was fucking Gale that cunt."

"Lily," Leon grabbed his wife and pulled her in close, "Let it go. If it happens again, we can contact the police, but let's just chalk up this one instance to dumb kids, okay?"

Lily didn't want to accept the compromise. She wanted vengeance for the vandalized mailbox but she begrudged-ly agreed to Leon's wishes, but only under one condition.

She was a firecracker, and the easiest way for her to get her aggression out was through sex. She pushed herself in close and firm to Leon. Her cheeks were still flush and her body was still glistened with sweat from her run. She was going to hate-fuck her way over the vandalism.

Leon had gotten use to his wife's sexual aggression. It was never violent in a threating way, but definitely cathartic in a forceful way. Lily pressed Leon, who was quite taller and more muscular than her, backwards until they stumbled into the bedroom.

She quickly pulled her tiny white body from her running pants and pulled her sports bra over her head to reveal her naked body. She pounced upon Leon, who was only half-way undoing his shirt and tackled him onto the bed.

She tore at his pants, undoing the button and then pulling them down over his knees where he could kick them off himself. She could see the bulge of his cock through his boxers and she was eager for it. He pulled his boxers off his hips and let loose his cock into the air. It sprang forward, waved in the air temporarily before Lily swung her hips over his body, mounting a leg on either side of Leon.

Lily's knees were pinched on either side of Leon's hips with her butt slowly lowering behind her. She felt the edge of Leon's cock touch her sensitive area and her eager, wet pussy offered no resistance to his entrance.

Lily's pale bum operated like an ancient stone gate, slowly lowering down more and more until it 'closed' entirely and Leon's black cock had vanished inside of her. Slowly, she re-opened the gate, and the base of his shaft could be seen separating her white body until more and more of him came into view.

After a few more slow pumps to stretch Lily out and coat her entire vagina with lubrication, she intensified her pace dramatically. She slung her body up and down his cock, her ample booty quivering with each clash against Leon's hips. Clapping filled their bedroom as she impaled herself on him over and over, her moans turning to visceral grunts the longer they went.

Leon's hands were folded behind his head, enjoying his wife pleasure herself on his cock so wildly. Slowly, he hands his fingers down her back until he rested them right at the small of her back. He could feel the aftershocks tremor through her body after every thrust. He could feel the skin on her ass jiggle on his pinky fingers as she rode him.

Lily quivered and grunted every time Leon was inside her. The feeling of fullness was quite pleasant. Her vagina felt empty when she was at the peak, but the feeling of him filling her as she came back down, his warm, tender cock brushing against her most sensitive areas ramped up her pleasure.

The heat radiating from his cock warmed her thoroughly, making her pussy feel like an over as they fucked. The harder she went, the hotter it got and the more he seems to fill her as blood rushed from her body to her pussy and tightened the muscles, causing her to contract on his cock to add to his pleasure as well.

Lily leaned back, now upright fully so that she met Leon's hips at a ninety-degree angle. She wormed her hips back and forth in this position. Her thin body snaked in the air while her lower half moved like a lever back and forth.

Leon laid back, looking up at his wife's sexy pale body and shimmering blonde hair. Her tiny breasts were still perfect; her thin stomach was still sexy. He liked the way she danced on top of him, her milky skin perfect in the mid-day sun light seeping in through their window.

He reached out and put a hand on each of her hips to feel her movement. He closed his eyes, feeling her body as she rode him. Every muscle in her abdomen contracting and working to grind him off.

He listened to her cooing, to the sound of their bodies intermixing and the sloshing sound of his own cock penetrating her. He opened his eyes, looked out to see his dark skinned hands against her extremely pale stomach, contrasting against one another.

Lilly grabbed his hands, and leaned down closer until she was nearly flat against him. He hands slid down her hips, over the small of her back and directly onto either butt cheek. Lily's body which had done the heavy lifting had slowed until she stopped, Leon fully inside her, her body pressed against his and her head directly beside him. Leon could hear her breath, winded from the hard work she had done as she prepared for the final part of their love making. Hammer time, as Lily affectionately had put it.

Leon tightened his fingers across Lily's butt, feeling the skin squish in his hands until her felt her had firmly clasped all of her booty. His dark fingers engulfed all of her pale white butt as he held her. Neither one of them moved until Leon had Lily firmly secured in his hands.

Then, in a slow dramatic fashion, Leon lifted Lily's perfect ass into the air until her clit rested against just the very tip of his black cock. Lily's pussy was dripping in anticipation, eager for him to fill her once more.

Then, Leon thrust upwards as hard as he could. When his hips slammed into Lily he felt her body jolt forward in his hands while his wife simultaneously grunted, "FUCK YES," beside him through her teeth.

Leon repeated his thunderous thrust over and over, holding Lily's bum in his hands as he did so. His balls slapped against her skin just as the shaft disappeared fully inside her. Lily's grunts turned to muffled screams. Thick, wet liquid seeped from her pussy and coated his dark cock as the pounding wore on.

As Leon intensified, he not only thrust upwards, but began to slam Lily's lower half down onto himself, rocking her further. This was when the first uncensored scream escaped her lips. Over and over, harder and harder and louder and louder Lily's bottom crashed into Leon's hips as he engorged her on his black cock.

Leon felt the heat from Lily's pussy swallow him whole, her insides seemed to be squeezing every inch of his black cock. He huffed, felt Lily cum entirely in his ear and then exploded inside of her.

He held her firmly, his cock fully, deep inside of her, his hands forcing her body down on his shaft as he came inside of her. He felt his cock twitch and release his cum, her pussy tightening and squeezing it out of him hungrily.

After several seconds, Leon released Lily, immediately extinguishing the pressure. His cock still filled her, dripping with a mixture of his and her cum. The winded couple breathed heavily and Lily looked onto him with a pleasant smile, the anger completely gone.

Afterward, while Lily went to start laundry, Leon quietly gathered his paint and brush and went to fix the mailbox.

*****

"What happened here?" Leon saw the shadow eclipse him as he knelt on one knee beside the mailbox painting over the 'N' word.

"Just a little damage, nothing to worry about," Leon said, not looking up at him.

He already knew who it was, and was pretty sure it was the man that put it there. Phil, his boss. He never told Lily about Phil, because he knew she would be in a rage. Phil was a nice enough man in most regards, he even considered him a friend up until the day he found out that Leon was married to a white woman.

Leon had been use to odd looks when he and Lily would be out in public together but this was different. Phil didn't look angry when he found out, he looked genuinely disappointed.

"Oh," was all he had said when Leon showed him the picture of Lily and him together on the beach for their honeymoon, "I didn't know she was white."

Ever since then Phil and Leon's friendship had shriveled up. They had had a good working boss-employee relationship before that, but ever since, Leon felt more and more that Phil had been increasing Leon's workload for no other reason that he was involved in a mixed marriage.

Phil was never overtly racist. In fact, he seemed to treat every other black employee fairly, but the fact that Leon had married a white woman somehow bothered him.

But on the sidewalk, Phil could see enough of the word to understand it had not just been a little damage.

"Did someone write that on your mailbox?" Phil said.

"I sure didn't," Leon responded, half-heartedly chuckling.

"That's terrible. I'm sorry about that," Phil said.

"Nothing to be sorry about. It's not like you did it. Probably some stupid kids," Leon said.

"Probably,"

Phil looked back towards the house where Lily had appeared in the doorway, smiling and waving to him. He nodded his head, pursing his lips as he did so.

"Well, try to enjoy the rest of your day, I got to go pick up my daughter from day camp," Phil said, patting Leon on the shoulder and looking at the mail box before shaking his head to affirm to Leon that it was inappropriate.

Leon finished painting over the mailbox and made his way inside where Lily seemed jittery. She was smiling a little too much, laughing too hard at his pathetic jokes, and being overly affectionate towards him.

Eventually, it was too much for Leon to ignore, "What's going on with you?"

It was getting on in the afternoon, the sun was beginning to turn orange as it made a beeline for the horizon.

"Well, I had an idea," Lily said, "A sort of counter-idea to the mailbox thing."

"What do you mean counter idea?"

Lily smiled, trying to entrance him with her eyes and looks alone. Leon had really hoped the mailbox wouldn't turn into a big thing.

"Well, as you would know better than I, Haverhill isn't exactly the most racially harmonious town in the States. And I think a lot of that comes from ignorance and the fact that this town is basically segregated by Main St downtown. So I was thinking, in response to the vandalism, we do like, a counter-vandalism with a positive message."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Leon said, shaking his head and smiling, "We aren't vandalizing nothing."

"No, not the same way. I was thinking more along the lines of...propaganda,"

"Propaganda?"

"I want to make a very strong message, so my idea is a little unorthodox."

"Lily, come clean here. What are you asking?" Leon said.

Lily wiggled in the chair, unsure of how to get her idea across. She twisted her lips, sitting in momentary silence while she contemplated.

"Come with me,"

Lily walked steadily back to the bedroom where she began removing her sun dress and clothes haphazardly. Leon looked on in befuddlement as she grabbed her photo camera she hadn't used in years from the bottom drawer of their 'junk' cabinet.

She turned to Leon with a cautious smile, "Take off your clothes."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Leon did as he was told and removed his clothing, standing with his naked wife who was holding a camera.

"Can you get hard?" Lily asked.

Leon was more puzzled than ever, "What are you implying?"

Lily said nothing in response, only noticed that Leon had, in fact, started to get hard. His manhood swelling upwards. She put the camera on their bedside table and dragged it out forward to that it rested a few feet from the side of the bed. Then, Lily gestured for Leon to get on the bed in front of the camera.

Leon hesitated, his mind knowing what Lily was going to do, but yet he didn't want to protest to it. His mind thought of Phil, and how 'disappointed' he had been that Leon had married a white girl that it had ended their friendship. Maybe Lily had a point with an extreme example of positive messaging.

Leon got on the bed as instructed and pushed to the edge until his feet dangled off. Lily fiddled with the camera, looking back and forth between the camera and Leon's cock. Eventually, she pushed the bedside table with the camera on it closer and used a combination of junk on the table to prop the camera up at a forty-five degree angle. She then, got down on the ground behind the camera and smiled wickedly.

"It makes you look huge from this angle," Lily laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Leon half-laughed, half-questioned, "I thought you said I was big,"

"Six and a half inches is big for reality, Leon," Lily smiled, "But not big enough for subliminal message propaganda,"

Leon lay on the bed, watching as his wife seemed to be finding some new passion in the moment. She played with camera, adjusted the lighting with the curtains to get maximum natural light directed at the bed and then finally set the camera to a delay.

"Alright, it's going to take three pictures in twenty seconds," Lily said, moving her naked body towards the bed.

She climbed on top of Leon, straddling him so that she faced away from him. She dug a foot on either side of his hips and lifted herself into the air until her legs formed perfect angles bent at the knee. She grabbed the head of Leon's cock and guided it towards her pussy.

"Only push in a little, I want most of your black cock in the picture," Lily said with almost cartoonish excitement.

Leon, for reasons that escaped him, did as he was told. He pushed the head of his cock into Lily and went no further.

"Now, hands on my hips, stretch your fingers across my stomach," Lily instructed.

Again, Leon did as he was told. All he could see was Lily's back and butt, and the six inches of his cock that was not inside of her. Suddenly there were snaps of light. One. Two. Three. And the photos were done.

Lily hopped off his cock so quickly he felt a breeze blow over it. She hurriedly grabbed the camera. Looked down at them with a glow and hurried off.

"Wait?" Leon said, reality dawning back on to him, "Where are you going? What are you going to do with those pictures?"

*****

Leon looked down at the photos and couldn't help but feel horny looking at them. Lily had edited them so that their faces were cut out. There was no way to really tell it was either one of them.

The words were imprinted above Lilly's navel. "LOVE IS" on the upper half of her stomach, "COLOR BLIND" on the lower half, with Leon's black hands on either side of her white tummy.

Leon also couldn't help look at his own manhood. Lily was right, the angle made him look huge, like porn star huge. The more he looked at the photo, the hornier he felt.

Lily cackled at her own work.

"You're seriously going to do this?" Leon asked, shrugging almost indifferently.

"Why not? If people think they can freely vandalize our property without consequence, they have another thing coming."

"But what if someone finds out it's us?" Leon asked.

Lily shrugged, "Then they will have to deal with the knowledge that this is what it looks like when my husband fucks me and there is nothing wrong with that."

Leon shook his head, clearly bemused by his wife's passion. Lily had long since gone to work. The color ink on their home printer unable to meet Lily's needs, so Leon had to run out and buy more cartridges. Lily even made him go to the store several towns over so that no one could possibly link them to what they were about to do.

Lily printed two-hundred and fifty in total. The stacks of paper with her body glistened with the words 'Love is color blind' while he young white pussy rode a (deceptively big) black cock.

Leon couldn't help but be made horny looking at his wife, so willing to fight for her beliefs. He kept trying to imagine what Phil would look like when he saw the flyer. Would it be the same distant, shrug and feigned concern that it had been when he saw the N word on Leon's mailbox? Probably not.

After midnight, when most of the Heights had gone to sleep, Lily and Leon snuck out of their comfortable suburban home with the flyers and a staple gun. Lily quickly got to work, wanting to be done with it as quick as possible. She snapped them to every few telephone poles as they worked their way up and down the streets of the Heights. Every fifty to one-hundred feet, a copy of the flyer could be seen adorning telephone poles.

It took them nearly two hours, three times hiding as headlights drove by them, to use all two-hundred and fifty flyers. But there was still one more to do. Lily had printed out each individual section of the propaganda so onto sixteen pieces of paper and then carefully taped and folded it together to make an enormous 32x40 mega-flyer that her and Leon hurriedly secured to the 'Welcome to Haverhill Heights' sign at the edge of the community.

The two cackled as they made their way home, assured no one had seen them distribute anti-racist pornography in a small, majority white neighborhood.

*****

Haverhill Heights was abuzz before Lily and Leon even woke up the next day. They could hear commotion on the streets from their bedroom. The weight of what they had done now burdened Leon now that he was of sober thought a day later, but Lily looked more enthused. She quickly shot from the bed and got dressed to go see what was going on outside.

Nearly half the street was outside. Most of her handiwork had been quickly and viciously torn from the telephone poles and shredded. This only made Lily smile wider. Leon cautiously stepped out with her, silencing nearly half the crowd as he did.