Rebecca's Perspective
If I had known that things were going to end up like they did, I never would have done what I did that day.
The trouble all started when a black family moved in across the street from us. My husband took an immediate dislike toward them simply because they were black.
I knew where my husband was coming from. I had been raised in the same small Mississippi town as him. I grew up with the same values.
Mixing races together was just not something that was done and if the occasional comment was made about minorities being lazy, none of us thought it was a big deal.
As I got older, I learned and I grew and I put aside some of those prejudices, but my husband never did. I was a lot less hostile than he was, but I too became a bit nervous about having black people living in my neighborhood.
As the months passed since the new neighbors moved in, things went from bad to worse between my husband, Gregory, and the father of the black family across the street, Mac.
It seemed like every time I came home from work, there had been another altercation between the two of them and things did not seem to be getting any better.
Over time, I noticed that my daughter, Cherry, was forming a bit of a friendship with Mac's two sons, Tyrone and Marcus. I didn't think anything of it.
Then one day when I got home from work, my husband and daughter were sitting in the living room waiting for me.
"You're slutty daughter has something to tell you," my husband shouted angrily as soon as I walked through the door.
"Gregory, what has gotten into you that you would speak of our daughter that way," I fired back.
"Your little slut daughter has been fucking those two black boys across the street. I came home today and one was fucking her doggystyle while she sucked the other one's dick!"
I stood there completely stunned at hearing those words. I just could not believe it.
Then Gregory turned to my daughter, who had been sitting silently throughout this entire exchange and asked, "Do you know how it felt as a father to walk through the door and see my daughter being fucked like a whore by 2 guys? To see those two grunting and moaning as they pounded into your body? To see that boy smacking your ass and groping your titties? To watch that boy cum in your mouth and to see his brother bust his nut in your pussy without even a condom for protection? Do you even get the severity of what you did? Do you..."
"Gregory, you may be being a bit too hard on her," I interrupted.
"I'm not being hard enough!" he shouted.
He turned back to my daughter and continues, "Here is how it's going to be from now on: You are not to continue your little 'friendship' with those boys. In fact, you are not to speak to those boys. You are to stay completely away from those boys from now on!"
Finally my daughter looked up and nodded meekly while mumbling a soft "Yes, daddy. I understand. I'm so sorry this happened."
She really did seem sorry.
"I only did it, because I was just really horny," my daughter continued.
"Hungry for black cock!" my husband accused.
"No, daddy. It wasn't that. I'm not some black cock hungry made up porn character. I was just horny and they were my friends and they were there. It wasn't about skin color," she said.
"I don't want to hear any more of this shit," my husband replied and quickly walked out of the room in anger.
In all honesty, I could understand where she was coming from. Sometimes when you're horny, judgment goes out the window.
Later on in our bedroom, my husband was still fuming from the incident.
"Honey," he said "I just can't believe she would behave that way, let alone behave that way with 2 niggers? What was she thinking? Doesn't she know that it's wrong. I'm just so upset. Quite frankly, somebody needs to go over there and have a talk with Mac and tell him that he needs to learn how to raise his sons properly so that they're not coming into white people's houses and fucking their daughters!"
Fearing that the situation might become violent if my husband went over to Mac's house, I volunteered to go over there and talk some sense into him myself.
The next day I walked over to Mac's place. When he opened the front door, he was shirtless, wearing just a pair of jeans. Needless to say, I was surprised. He had rippling abs that caused me to become a bit distracted.
"We need to talk," I said, trying not to stare.
"What do we need to talk about?" he asked as we walked to the living room.
"Well, I'm sure you know by now about the little incident that happened yesterday between our kids. In light of the situation, my husband and I think it best if you keep your children away from our daughter. My husband wants your sons to stay away from our daughter."
"Oh, I see," he said nodding, "and what is it that you want."
"I'm sorry, I don't understand," I replied.
"Oh, I think you understand just fine," he said, walking toward me. "What is it you want?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, still trying not to look at his exposed chest, "I just came over here to tell you that and that's it."
"Let Mac Daddy make this a little easier for you, sweetheart," he said. Then, to my complete shock, he began to take his pants off.
"Listen, Mac. I don't know what you think is going to happen here, but this isn't some cheesy porno, I came over here to talk about my daughter and that's it."
By this time, he had finished removing his pants. Apparently, he had not been wearing underwear. He stood before me completely naked. He was sporting a giant erection.
I just stood there in silence, too surprised to move.
