I could not believe how sore my butt was after Malik and Jewan had shared me. Jewan was quite well endowed, and when my butt was all done, it was all I could do to walk without limping along. I spent the next few days working on my tan and recovering, not even leaving the house. I saw Jewan drive down the street behind our house a few times and look over, and I am sure he saw me sunbathing, again working on my all-over tan. I have to admit that I was looking really good by that time, with my brown hair getting a hint of sun-bleaching, and my tan lines almost gone. My hair had last seen the stylist before graduation, by now down past my shoulders, and I started to part it on the side, so just one eye and part of my face was visible if I curled it just right. My pubic hair was even lightening a bit, too! My parents had some friends over the night before, and I overheard them talking, and Daddy's friend remarked that Daddy needed to keep an eye on me, as I was turning into such a babe!
I grinned to myself as I continued to work on my tan that next day, letting my fingers again do their walk down my body as I let the sun sink its rays into me, warming my outside as I warmed my inside. I fantasized about being in bed with Daddy's friend, wearing a white satin baby-doll, or maybe not even being in bed, but in the back yard with him... or even more, my needy, naughty mind thought, the front yard! My mind became fixated on that, having sex in public; letting the whole world see my body as a massive cock slid back and forth inside me. I climaxed rather violently, and I could not help but moan and squeal as I felt the pleasure flood through me. My mind was made up. My body would go on display, but I had now idea how it would happen. As things went, Jewan would unwittingly give me my fantasy, and more!
It was Saturday night. My parents left that morning to go on a long weekend alone, and would not be back until Monday night. Daddy had given me the familiar "No parties in the house and don't have any fun" speech. He told me no alcohol, no boys, no disturbing the neighbors, water the yard, do the dishes, and so on. It seemed like his speech was longer than his trip! I had to smile, though, as there was one thing he never thought to mention.
Mom and I wear the same size, and every once in awhile, we would swap blouses or skirts, and shoes when Mom wanted to feel younger again. I also knew Mom had a number of dresses and outfits she wore when she was younger that were pretty hot. Daddy liked her to keep them, and have her wear them sometimes when they went on a date. The car wasn't down the street ten seconds before I was thumbing through Mom's closet, checking out her wardrobe of things to borrow that night. There was the black silk off-the shoulder dress Mom wore to graduation. It was very nice, and rather daring backless design that plunged to the small of her waist. The skirt was also pretty tight, with the hemline stopping just above the knee.
On a whim, I stripped and tried it on. To my chagrin, I found that Mom and I were not exactly the same size, with my butt being just a bit bigger than hers. I managed to get the dress on, but had to remove my panties to do so. No way was it going to work. I re-hung the dress, and continued flipping through her closet. The next thing I saw stopped me cold, and sent a shiver down my back.
It was a crème satin blouse and black skirt, nearly the same outfit I wore when Jewan took my virginity. I though about it for a moment, re-living the night. The loud boom and clap of thunder as the fireworks exploded. The look on Atal's bleeding face as he watched Jewan impale me, sending my body through the shivers of pleasure he would never do. I let my hand fall to my pussy, my fingers probing my labia, only to be surprised at how wert I already was. I came back from the memory, and kept thumbing through dresses.
I came across Mom's Halloween costume from two years ago. She played a vampiress, and her costume was not one of those catalogue phonies. This was the real deal, with a rich black satin cape that had blood-red satin lining, a white sheer blouse, and a short black satin circle skirt. I ran my fingers over the satin cape, feeling the long, cool threads slipping past my grasp, when I noticed that the cape actually seemed to have some wear on it. I had only seen her wear it once, and that was to the party we went to. Then the wicked smile creased my face as I realized what was going on. Mom wore this, probably for Daddy when they had sex. So, my mind finally realized, my parents were not the straight-laced, uptight, puritanical people I thought they were. They had a wild side, but weren't letting me see it!
I thumbed through a number of other dresses and outfits, some pretty nice, one or two too horrible to mention. I stopped at the last one tucked in the corner of the closet, and pulled it down, holding it against me, checking for fit. It sure seemed short, the skirt seeming to barely covering my butt as I thumbed the soft shiny white satin material it was made of. Still naked, I decided to try it on, thinking it might not be too bad. I gathered the soft satin over my head, and let the dress slip down my body, caressing my breasts and nipples as it fell over my form. I slipped the halter behind me neck, hiding the small clasp holding it together under my hair, and shrugged my body as the silky satin fell into place.
I ran my hands down the front, smoothing the lines of the dress as I inspected it. The bodice had a very large drape, one that completely revealed my cleavage, my breasts barely covered by triangles of the bodice to either side. I turned and discovered that the sides of my boobs were also revealed, as the fit was rather loose, like the dress was made for a double-D cup, instead of my C-cup chest. I took a deep breath, and was surprised to find that the fit was looser than it looked, but as I continued to examine myself, the dress was actually more revealing than it looked. The deep cut of the back of the dress actually went down past my waist line, and made it rather iffy about wearing panties without letting everyone see the tops of them. The skirt length was also pretty short, the hem only a couple of inches below my butt. The cut was definitely a circle skirt, and as I twisted my hips, the hem flew nearly straight out. Who ever designed this dress obviously made it for showing more assets than a proper girl would want! I nearly jumped out of my skin as the very second I was checking out the skirt length, the door bell rang!
Taking a quick look around, I realized I should just answer the door as I was, since there was no way it was Mom or Daddy, they would not have knocked. I bounced to the door, my bare feet padding against the tile floor as the chime rang a second time. I smoothed my skirt again quickly, and opened the door, only to find Jewan standing there! His eyes looked me up and down for a moment, then he spoke.
"You look hot!" he leered, "I wantcha' to wear that tonight!"
The perplexed look on my face told him I had no clue what he was talking about. He explained that he knew my parents were gone, and he was going to a party tonight, and I was his date. I thought about it for a moment, and in my reverie, he asked me a question.
"You wearing panties again?" he asked. It was more of a confrontation than a question.
I shook my head no, and he reached forward to me. "Show me!" he demanded. So I turned around, and let him see the back of the dress, or rather the lack of back of the dress, and as I turned back, I told him I was doing what he told me to. It did not satisfy him. He motioned me closer, and leaned in to kiss me, right there in the doorway! My eyes flew open in shock as I looked furiously to see if anyone was watching us. There wasn't, and as I softly sighed to his kiss, his hand reached up my skirt and rubbed my pussy. I was being groped in broad daylight, in full view! It instantly made me wetter to think I was being seen, at the same time I was mortified that someone might actually see me, or even worse, tell my parents!
He broke the kiss, and withdrew his hand. He told me he would pick me up at eight o'clock. I didn't even think of turning him down, and merely said ok, as he got back in his car and roared off. I shut the door behind me, leaning my head back against it as I sighed. Jewan's touch and grope had definitely turned me on, and I wanted him, right then. I padded back to my Mom's closet, and shrugged out of the dress.
I ran to the store to pick up a few things, napped, and ate a small early dinner as evening approached, then took my time to get ready. After showering, I put on my usual light makeup and pulled my white, strappy heels out from under my bed. I tossed them by the bed, then pulled out the small package I had bought at the drug store. My heart raced as I opened it, letting my fingers trace over the slippery mesh of the white thigh-high hose as I pulled them out. I leaned back on my bed and pulled them on, one leg at a time, making sure the seam along the back was centered on each leg. Stepping into my heels and wrapping them around my ankles made balancing tricky as I slid the dress down over my shoulders, the silky soft material caressing every curve of my breasts, waist and rear as it fell into place. I took one look in the mirror at my butt, and verified no way was the dress going to cover my panties, so I shrugged and lifted my fingers under the skirt and drew them down, kicking them onto my bed. I shivered that nervous feeling of doing something naughty away, taking a deep breath. My breasts strained at the fabric, my nipples plainly showing their profile through the thin satin covering them. I took a couple of steps back, and looked myself over. My now-deep tan contrasted very nicely with the near pure white of the dress, with the dress showing my assets nicely, and only covering enough to make sure any man would be tantalized! I checked my makeup again as the doorbell rang. Jewan was just a few minutes early!
I took my time to answer the door, strutting in my heels, trying to develop a "come-hither" kind of posture, making sure the click-clack of my heels could be plainly heard on the tile floor. I reached the door as the bell was rung again, and smiled as I opened it, only to have my eyes pop out of my face, and my mouth gape wide. It wasn't Jewan at the door, but Mr. Drake, the same guy who told my Daddy that I was becoming "such a babe"! He took a moment to eye me up and down, before speaking.
"No, Mr. Drake. Daddy is out for the weekend with Mom." I answered his question of if he could speak to my Daddy. He smiled for a moment as he looked at me, as if he was considering something, then abruptly thanked me and left. I could only stand there and hang my head back on my shoulders. Damn, I was caught! Mr. Drake was going to tell my parents, Mom would certainly freak out, but Daddy was absolutely kill me! I remained standing there for a moment, terrible thoughts of doom and worse racing through my mind as the cool evening breeze brought me back to reality. The rush of cooling air through my thighs awakened me to the realization that my body was exposed, and as I looked down, sure enough, my skirt was floating out in a near perfect circle! I sighed as I felt the pleasure and began to close the door, only to hear footsteps approach. Those footsteps belonged to Jewan, who looked me over and smiled, his bright teeth a sharp contrast to his ebony skin.
I looked him over as he smiled at me, and what I saw made me smile, too! He was wearing a black silk dress shirt, dark grey slacks, and dress shoes, looking every inch a gentleman, and a wealthy one, too! He approached me, holding up his hand and enveloping my shoulder with it as he greeted me with a kiss.
I knew something had to be up, as this was not how Jewan rolled. I never saw him like this, and while I had taken to wear things for him to keep his eyes focused on me, I knew times were changing. I could feel it. His kiss was not as passionate, not as demanding. It was almost as if it was a chore to kiss me. Here I was, knocking myself out to be the hottest girl I could be, and I was giving him free reign to stick his cock in me whenever he wanted, and I could tell that it wasn't enough, anymore. I kept quiet about it, and simply held his hand as he drove to the party.
Once we got there, I stayed on his arm as he wanted, or stood with a few other girls who had all been 'parked' by their dates as well. I was surprised to find that not all of the white girls there were young, like me. One had a wedding ring on, and she told me that she'd been cheating on her neglectful husband with a few 'black studs' as she called them, simply out of spite. They were using each other for what they needed or wanted right then, which was evidently long, black cocks, and dripping, tight pussy. Another told me that she thought her date had gotten per pregnant, but was refusing to marry her. But she couldn't stop fucking him, and couldn't figure a way to get an abortion, either. She didn't have the money and he wouldn't pay for it. She was, she said, being treated like his property.
The one thing we all did was try and keep an eye on our men. It was what girls do, we look after our guys to keep their dicks in us, and nobody else. We talked, even gossiped about some of the men. Who had a large one, who was better than who, and so on. Some guys were just so incredibly hot, and some were guys I would refuse to even hold hands with. They were fat, dumpy, ugly, or whatever. I had spied one particularly revolting specimen when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the wife pointing Jewan out to me.
"Seems you got trouble." she stated flatly.
She was right. I did. Jewan had his tongue half-way down the throat of some other white girl, as she was groping his cock in earnest. It had taken him only 20 minutes or so. I was so incensed I nearly bolted right at him and wanted to knee him in the nuts!
"Hold on." the wife advised. "If you two aren't a couple, and I mean a real couple, black guys will do this. They stalk, they prowl, then they attack and conquer. They will spread their seed into every white girl they can. Something about spreading their seed over the white man, and white-race extinction. They see it as their duty over the crimes of black slavery during the revolutionary war. Knock us up, and move on. That's their way, and you can't stop them. I'm on my third lover because of that. I'm on the pill and so once they realize I can't get pregnant by them, they dump me right away and find another girl. So what about you? Are you on the pill or something?"
I shook my head. "No, but I've only gotten pregnant once. I had an abortion the day after I found out, to keep my parents from finding out. They think it was school fees for the health center on campus." I admitted. I also hadn't told Jewan. I simply had no idea how to deal with that can of worms. It was just simpler to have the procedure and move on.
My new friend set her glass down. "C'mon, let me get you home. My guess you two are no longer an item, and you don't need to stay here and see this."
She was right. I was beyond pissed, and didn't want to be there. Jewan would just have to find anew bitch. We were through! The ride home was quiet, and my new friend stopped in front of my house, with some last advice.
"Figure out what you want, Honey, and damn fast. You're a pretty girl, and need to look at your future. Do you want to be having black babies, or what? Having black kids is great, but get yourself a black husband to go with them. Me? I got me a husband I love, he just isn't shit in bed. If I leave him, I'm gonna' find me a handsome black stud and have him put babies in me. Something about that just feels right. But you gotta' figure out you, first. Okay?"
She unlocked the door, and as I turned to say thanks, she smiled. "Don't forget... black cock is amazing, especially compared to white dick. But you need some security to go with it, ya' hear me? So scoot and go do you!" She then left, and I stood on the street in front of my house, looking like a million fucks and ready to fuck, but not a black cock in sight.
Was I turning into one of those girls? The ones who craved black men, and their amazing cocks? Would I do whatever they wanted to get that cock in me? Would I have their baby? I slowly came to the conclusion that yes, I was. I was the white girl who was now a black cock slut, and I would do anything I could get got more.
I stood there and thought, heedless of what was going on around me. It was late, almost 11:00 PM, and the neighborhood was dark and quiet. The breeze was filling out my skirt, but I just let it as I stood there. It felt good to be exposed like this, letting any black man know I was available to him.
I grinned to myself as I continued to work on my tan that next day, letting my fingers again do their walk down my body as I let the sun sink its rays into me, warming my outside as I warmed my inside. I fantasized about being in bed with Daddy's friend, wearing a white satin baby-doll, or maybe not even being in bed, but in the back yard with him... or even more, my needy, naughty mind thought, the front yard! My mind became fixated on that, having sex in public; letting the whole world see my body as a massive cock slid back and forth inside me. I climaxed rather violently, and I could not help but moan and squeal as I felt the pleasure flood through me. My mind was made up. My body would go on display, but I had now idea how it would happen. As things went, Jewan would unwittingly give me my fantasy, and more!
It was Saturday night. My parents left that morning to go on a long weekend alone, and would not be back until Monday night. Daddy had given me the familiar "No parties in the house and don't have any fun" speech. He told me no alcohol, no boys, no disturbing the neighbors, water the yard, do the dishes, and so on. It seemed like his speech was longer than his trip! I had to smile, though, as there was one thing he never thought to mention.
Mom and I wear the same size, and every once in awhile, we would swap blouses or skirts, and shoes when Mom wanted to feel younger again. I also knew Mom had a number of dresses and outfits she wore when she was younger that were pretty hot. Daddy liked her to keep them, and have her wear them sometimes when they went on a date. The car wasn't down the street ten seconds before I was thumbing through Mom's closet, checking out her wardrobe of things to borrow that night. There was the black silk off-the shoulder dress Mom wore to graduation. It was very nice, and rather daring backless design that plunged to the small of her waist. The skirt was also pretty tight, with the hemline stopping just above the knee.
On a whim, I stripped and tried it on. To my chagrin, I found that Mom and I were not exactly the same size, with my butt being just a bit bigger than hers. I managed to get the dress on, but had to remove my panties to do so. No way was it going to work. I re-hung the dress, and continued flipping through her closet. The next thing I saw stopped me cold, and sent a shiver down my back.
It was a crème satin blouse and black skirt, nearly the same outfit I wore when Jewan took my virginity. I though about it for a moment, re-living the night. The loud boom and clap of thunder as the fireworks exploded. The look on Atal's bleeding face as he watched Jewan impale me, sending my body through the shivers of pleasure he would never do. I let my hand fall to my pussy, my fingers probing my labia, only to be surprised at how wert I already was. I came back from the memory, and kept thumbing through dresses.
I came across Mom's Halloween costume from two years ago. She played a vampiress, and her costume was not one of those catalogue phonies. This was the real deal, with a rich black satin cape that had blood-red satin lining, a white sheer blouse, and a short black satin circle skirt. I ran my fingers over the satin cape, feeling the long, cool threads slipping past my grasp, when I noticed that the cape actually seemed to have some wear on it. I had only seen her wear it once, and that was to the party we went to. Then the wicked smile creased my face as I realized what was going on. Mom wore this, probably for Daddy when they had sex. So, my mind finally realized, my parents were not the straight-laced, uptight, puritanical people I thought they were. They had a wild side, but weren't letting me see it!
I thumbed through a number of other dresses and outfits, some pretty nice, one or two too horrible to mention. I stopped at the last one tucked in the corner of the closet, and pulled it down, holding it against me, checking for fit. It sure seemed short, the skirt seeming to barely covering my butt as I thumbed the soft shiny white satin material it was made of. Still naked, I decided to try it on, thinking it might not be too bad. I gathered the soft satin over my head, and let the dress slip down my body, caressing my breasts and nipples as it fell over my form. I slipped the halter behind me neck, hiding the small clasp holding it together under my hair, and shrugged my body as the silky satin fell into place.
I ran my hands down the front, smoothing the lines of the dress as I inspected it. The bodice had a very large drape, one that completely revealed my cleavage, my breasts barely covered by triangles of the bodice to either side. I turned and discovered that the sides of my boobs were also revealed, as the fit was rather loose, like the dress was made for a double-D cup, instead of my C-cup chest. I took a deep breath, and was surprised to find that the fit was looser than it looked, but as I continued to examine myself, the dress was actually more revealing than it looked. The deep cut of the back of the dress actually went down past my waist line, and made it rather iffy about wearing panties without letting everyone see the tops of them. The skirt length was also pretty short, the hem only a couple of inches below my butt. The cut was definitely a circle skirt, and as I twisted my hips, the hem flew nearly straight out. Who ever designed this dress obviously made it for showing more assets than a proper girl would want! I nearly jumped out of my skin as the very second I was checking out the skirt length, the door bell rang!
Taking a quick look around, I realized I should just answer the door as I was, since there was no way it was Mom or Daddy, they would not have knocked. I bounced to the door, my bare feet padding against the tile floor as the chime rang a second time. I smoothed my skirt again quickly, and opened the door, only to find Jewan standing there! His eyes looked me up and down for a moment, then he spoke.
"You look hot!" he leered, "I wantcha' to wear that tonight!"
The perplexed look on my face told him I had no clue what he was talking about. He explained that he knew my parents were gone, and he was going to a party tonight, and I was his date. I thought about it for a moment, and in my reverie, he asked me a question.
"You wearing panties again?" he asked. It was more of a confrontation than a question.
I shook my head no, and he reached forward to me. "Show me!" he demanded. So I turned around, and let him see the back of the dress, or rather the lack of back of the dress, and as I turned back, I told him I was doing what he told me to. It did not satisfy him. He motioned me closer, and leaned in to kiss me, right there in the doorway! My eyes flew open in shock as I looked furiously to see if anyone was watching us. There wasn't, and as I softly sighed to his kiss, his hand reached up my skirt and rubbed my pussy. I was being groped in broad daylight, in full view! It instantly made me wetter to think I was being seen, at the same time I was mortified that someone might actually see me, or even worse, tell my parents!
He broke the kiss, and withdrew his hand. He told me he would pick me up at eight o'clock. I didn't even think of turning him down, and merely said ok, as he got back in his car and roared off. I shut the door behind me, leaning my head back against it as I sighed. Jewan's touch and grope had definitely turned me on, and I wanted him, right then. I padded back to my Mom's closet, and shrugged out of the dress.
I ran to the store to pick up a few things, napped, and ate a small early dinner as evening approached, then took my time to get ready. After showering, I put on my usual light makeup and pulled my white, strappy heels out from under my bed. I tossed them by the bed, then pulled out the small package I had bought at the drug store. My heart raced as I opened it, letting my fingers trace over the slippery mesh of the white thigh-high hose as I pulled them out. I leaned back on my bed and pulled them on, one leg at a time, making sure the seam along the back was centered on each leg. Stepping into my heels and wrapping them around my ankles made balancing tricky as I slid the dress down over my shoulders, the silky soft material caressing every curve of my breasts, waist and rear as it fell into place. I took one look in the mirror at my butt, and verified no way was the dress going to cover my panties, so I shrugged and lifted my fingers under the skirt and drew them down, kicking them onto my bed. I shivered that nervous feeling of doing something naughty away, taking a deep breath. My breasts strained at the fabric, my nipples plainly showing their profile through the thin satin covering them. I took a couple of steps back, and looked myself over. My now-deep tan contrasted very nicely with the near pure white of the dress, with the dress showing my assets nicely, and only covering enough to make sure any man would be tantalized! I checked my makeup again as the doorbell rang. Jewan was just a few minutes early!
I took my time to answer the door, strutting in my heels, trying to develop a "come-hither" kind of posture, making sure the click-clack of my heels could be plainly heard on the tile floor. I reached the door as the bell was rung again, and smiled as I opened it, only to have my eyes pop out of my face, and my mouth gape wide. It wasn't Jewan at the door, but Mr. Drake, the same guy who told my Daddy that I was becoming "such a babe"! He took a moment to eye me up and down, before speaking.
"No, Mr. Drake. Daddy is out for the weekend with Mom." I answered his question of if he could speak to my Daddy. He smiled for a moment as he looked at me, as if he was considering something, then abruptly thanked me and left. I could only stand there and hang my head back on my shoulders. Damn, I was caught! Mr. Drake was going to tell my parents, Mom would certainly freak out, but Daddy was absolutely kill me! I remained standing there for a moment, terrible thoughts of doom and worse racing through my mind as the cool evening breeze brought me back to reality. The rush of cooling air through my thighs awakened me to the realization that my body was exposed, and as I looked down, sure enough, my skirt was floating out in a near perfect circle! I sighed as I felt the pleasure and began to close the door, only to hear footsteps approach. Those footsteps belonged to Jewan, who looked me over and smiled, his bright teeth a sharp contrast to his ebony skin.
I looked him over as he smiled at me, and what I saw made me smile, too! He was wearing a black silk dress shirt, dark grey slacks, and dress shoes, looking every inch a gentleman, and a wealthy one, too! He approached me, holding up his hand and enveloping my shoulder with it as he greeted me with a kiss.
I knew something had to be up, as this was not how Jewan rolled. I never saw him like this, and while I had taken to wear things for him to keep his eyes focused on me, I knew times were changing. I could feel it. His kiss was not as passionate, not as demanding. It was almost as if it was a chore to kiss me. Here I was, knocking myself out to be the hottest girl I could be, and I was giving him free reign to stick his cock in me whenever he wanted, and I could tell that it wasn't enough, anymore. I kept quiet about it, and simply held his hand as he drove to the party.
Once we got there, I stayed on his arm as he wanted, or stood with a few other girls who had all been 'parked' by their dates as well. I was surprised to find that not all of the white girls there were young, like me. One had a wedding ring on, and she told me that she'd been cheating on her neglectful husband with a few 'black studs' as she called them, simply out of spite. They were using each other for what they needed or wanted right then, which was evidently long, black cocks, and dripping, tight pussy. Another told me that she thought her date had gotten per pregnant, but was refusing to marry her. But she couldn't stop fucking him, and couldn't figure a way to get an abortion, either. She didn't have the money and he wouldn't pay for it. She was, she said, being treated like his property.
The one thing we all did was try and keep an eye on our men. It was what girls do, we look after our guys to keep their dicks in us, and nobody else. We talked, even gossiped about some of the men. Who had a large one, who was better than who, and so on. Some guys were just so incredibly hot, and some were guys I would refuse to even hold hands with. They were fat, dumpy, ugly, or whatever. I had spied one particularly revolting specimen when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the wife pointing Jewan out to me.
"Seems you got trouble." she stated flatly.
She was right. I did. Jewan had his tongue half-way down the throat of some other white girl, as she was groping his cock in earnest. It had taken him only 20 minutes or so. I was so incensed I nearly bolted right at him and wanted to knee him in the nuts!
"Hold on." the wife advised. "If you two aren't a couple, and I mean a real couple, black guys will do this. They stalk, they prowl, then they attack and conquer. They will spread their seed into every white girl they can. Something about spreading their seed over the white man, and white-race extinction. They see it as their duty over the crimes of black slavery during the revolutionary war. Knock us up, and move on. That's their way, and you can't stop them. I'm on my third lover because of that. I'm on the pill and so once they realize I can't get pregnant by them, they dump me right away and find another girl. So what about you? Are you on the pill or something?"
I shook my head. "No, but I've only gotten pregnant once. I had an abortion the day after I found out, to keep my parents from finding out. They think it was school fees for the health center on campus." I admitted. I also hadn't told Jewan. I simply had no idea how to deal with that can of worms. It was just simpler to have the procedure and move on.
My new friend set her glass down. "C'mon, let me get you home. My guess you two are no longer an item, and you don't need to stay here and see this."
She was right. I was beyond pissed, and didn't want to be there. Jewan would just have to find anew bitch. We were through! The ride home was quiet, and my new friend stopped in front of my house, with some last advice.
"Figure out what you want, Honey, and damn fast. You're a pretty girl, and need to look at your future. Do you want to be having black babies, or what? Having black kids is great, but get yourself a black husband to go with them. Me? I got me a husband I love, he just isn't shit in bed. If I leave him, I'm gonna' find me a handsome black stud and have him put babies in me. Something about that just feels right. But you gotta' figure out you, first. Okay?"
She unlocked the door, and as I turned to say thanks, she smiled. "Don't forget... black cock is amazing, especially compared to white dick. But you need some security to go with it, ya' hear me? So scoot and go do you!" She then left, and I stood on the street in front of my house, looking like a million fucks and ready to fuck, but not a black cock in sight.
Was I turning into one of those girls? The ones who craved black men, and their amazing cocks? Would I do whatever they wanted to get that cock in me? Would I have their baby? I slowly came to the conclusion that yes, I was. I was the white girl who was now a black cock slut, and I would do anything I could get got more.
I stood there and thought, heedless of what was going on around me. It was late, almost 11:00 PM, and the neighborhood was dark and quiet. The breeze was filling out my skirt, but I just let it as I stood there. It felt good to be exposed like this, letting any black man know I was available to him.
