There is no feeling quite like the one I get when I'm drilling my cock into the tight asshole of a big white woman. Which probably explains why I'm virtually addicted to it. Let's face it, the plump chicks in the hood are always acting bitchy because they desperately need some dick, preferably deep down where the sun doesn't shine, and they're not getting it. Fortunately, I'm quite ready to oblige them. I love to satisfy a big white woman's hidden and deeply secretive craving for anal sex. Always. What kind of a brothaman would I be if I didn't? Not a good one, that's for bloody sure. My name is Derrick Jena Pierre and I'll be your tall, well-hung white hunk for the evening.
Currently, I'm entertaining this plump white chick named Barbara Chevreaux in the ass. I picked her up at the library of Massasoit Community College. I sometimes go there in the evenings, mostly to surf the web and find me some porn. Today, I found myself something better. For quite some time I've been observing the thick, busty and big-bottomed young white woman who always wore a dark blue hooded sweatshirt with the words Rhode Island emblazoned on it. I cannot miss that fat ass of hers, which looks so good in them sweatpants she's always wearing. Yeah, I had to get me some of that.
I saw her seating at a table by herself in the back of the library. I've been seeing her coming in there for ages, ever since I was a student at the college. I've always had a thing for fat chicks. I don't know why. Lots of other white men feel the same way. We like them thick, with big boobs and even bigger butts. Skinny chicks are unattractive. Fat chicks rock! Barbara seemed to me like one of those white chicks who act like their shit don't stink. In two years, I haven't seen her utter two words to anyone at the library. She was always on a corner by herself, doing her thing. I don't know why, but she seemed stuck-up to me.
I approached her casually today, and simply sat right next to her at her table. I took a perverse pleasure in burying myself in a random book and ignoring her for the next hour or so. For a time, she pretended not to see me. I'm sure a big-booty dame like her was used to seeing men come up to her all the time. Well, I just flat out ignored her. And would you believe it? Miss Uptight white Plumper in the dark hooded Rhode Island sweatshirt initiated conversation with little old me. What do you know? My ploy had worked. I acted nonchalant as she asked me what I was reading. I showed her my book. Bisexual Men's Anthology. A fascinating work. It chronicled the lives and loves of a group of bisexual men over a period of time. I could tell that the white plumper was stunned. I smiled at her, and introduced myself as Derrick. She blinked, and introduced herself as Barbara. We made conversation. At some point, she asked me why I was reading a book about bisexual men. I grinned, and told her that I was one.
Barbara was stunned. I smiled. Women are always surprised when I tell them that I am bisexual. I'm a six-foot-four, big and tall young white man. In high school, I played football and I was also a varsity wrestler. I was a collegiate soccer player for a time, and a member of the men's golf club. I dig all kinds of sports. People still think that gay and bisexual men are a bunch of effeminate wimps. They don't realize that most of us are regular guys, with many masculine interests akin to those of heterosexual men. I broke it down for Barbara. I could see in her eyes that she was genuinely curious. She wanted to know all about me, her studies all but forgotten. I took this as a good sign.
