I sat on the porch with Leroy, watching him try to hit the dog with the watermelon seeds he was spitting. The guy is so much fun! He managed to get Rufus right between the eyes. He turned to me and grinned.
"I would have hit that damn dog if that little bastard hadn't gotten in the way," he chuckled. "Can't you get the kids to play in the street or something?"
"You know I can't let them get hurt. I'll get my assistance cut back, Leroy," I reminded him.
"I know it, LaTesha. I just hate to see some little fucker get in the way of my fun."
Leroy and I went way back. He was probably the father of my oldest kid, Homer. I knew there was a resemblance. Leroy had moved in with me over six months ago. That made us practically married. I am 23 and have four kids, and I really think two of them might be his.
The neighbors were beginning to wonder if I was trying to become a nun or if I was a dyke, or something. I thought back a couple days, to when I was talking with a friend.
"Shit, Girl," laughed my neighbor, LaShana, "You haven't been pregnant for a couple years. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I don't know, LaShana," I told her. "If those guys are able to get you, your momma, and her sister knocked up, it seems like I'd be pregnant by now, too."
"I'm not sure, but I think Rasheed is the most potent of the bunch," chuckled LaShana. "That damn cock of his goes way into my cunt and half way to my throat and he drops a hell of a wad when he cums. I bet two or three of these little fucks are his kids."
"He really does drive that 14 inch log," I agreed. "He is bigger around than a beer can, too. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to try something.... different?" I asked. "Something that wasn't so big that it hurt when it went in?"
"LaTesha, are you thinking about trying white penis?" LaShana gasped. "If the neighbors ever found out, you would be chased out of the neighborhood. You sure wouldn't want that, would you?"
"Of course not. It's just that I have seen some magazines and movies with white men doing black women and it gets me so wet. I imagine what it must feel like to have something that actually fits and feels good in my cunt," I mused.
"Well, my cousin found a white lover and she couldn't stop seeing him," acknowledged LaShana. "She was addicted to small white penis. It was so bad, she didn't care that he didn't call her names or make her fuck his friends. It was almost unnatural! He wouldn't even knock her up unless she married him first."
"My God!" I gasped. "What ever happened to her?"
"The dumb bitch wound up marrying the guy and moving to a fucking small mansion in Cherry Hill. No body from the hood will even talk to her any more," LaShana added.
"I wouldn't want to do anything like that, of course," I quickly stated. "I know it is wrong, but I have these thoughts."
"Well get those thoughts from your black head, Bitch," warned LaShana. "Rasheed and the others won't make you suck their cocks if you get all fucked up with some white guy."
That night in bed, after Leroy had rammed his eleven-inch pole up my cunt, we lay there and actually talked.
"Hey, Baby," he smiled. "Look what I brought home for you to look at."
I couldn't believe it when he showed me the most recent edition of People Magazine! Just looking at it made my cunt wet.
"I know how you like to dream of some white dude slipping his little white penis into your black cunt, or pussy as they call it. I have been thinking of it, myself," admitted Leroy. "It gets me hard just imagining it."
"Leroy, you are so thoughtful!" I beamed. "Can I look at Leonardo?"
"Sure, Bitch!" laughed Leroy. "I bet his penis is small even for white folk. I'd love to see him slip his little diddlywacker in you."
"If I ever had a white boy, would you love me afterward, Leroy? I asked. "Or would you be full of rage and jealousy?"
