Katherine Jackson

I aint black. And that’s a cryin shame, cause if’n I was I’d have me a nice big bra-bustin, bubble assed, thick lipped, coal black, negro woman for a wife. You see, they aint much that’s more appealing to this poor ol, skinny, hard workin, hillbilly white trash, than a big ol buxom black woman. I ain’t quite sure when I took such a fancy to them kind, but somehow, them dark thick babes make my hillbilly dick just puff right up and go to leakin slime.

They wasn’t many black folk around where I grew up, but they was a few, and one by the name of Katherine lived right next to us. Her and mom was kinda friendly to each other and sometimes Katherine would come by to visit with us for a spell. We never did visit to their house, I don’t know why. Anyways, Katherine was the first woman I ever seen knocked up. I was just a young-un, about eight or nine years old, but I really took to studying Katherine and askin her and mom all kinds a questions. “Why’s yore belly so big?”, and “how did that baby get in there anyways?” was the kind of things I’d ask. Katherine generally told me a lot more than mom ever did when I started askin them kind of questions.

Well, the time came and she had that young-un. Not too long after that mom had her to watch over me for a spell while she was going somewhere. Babysittin, I reckon you would say, though I really weren’t no baby. Well, while I was playin around in the livin room, I saw Katherine pull open her shirt top and lay a big ol round breast out, then she held her young-un up to it. I dropped my toys and run over to jump up on the couch and get a real good look at what she was a doing. That baby was a slurpin on the end of her tit and every now and again she would pull him from it and I could see that there in the middle of her “darker spot” on the end of her tit, was a big, wet, purple nipple that was every bit as big as a nipple on them baby bottles. I felt like I had really seen something then and the next day I told all the kids at school about nipples, tits, and babies in women’s bellies.

I don’t know if anyone knowd it, but I was noticing all kinds of things about Katherine. Like the way her big behind and the backs of her thighs jiggled when she walked down the street in her bare feet. Or the way her big lips would pooch out, they were purple and wet and they kind of reminded me of her nipples. And her titties, they just seemed like they were always getting bigger and the tops she wore just stretched around them so tight and mashed them up into her chest. One time, she was in the bathroom in our trailer and I looked through the door knob hole and saw her when she stood up from the toilet and I seen her patch of dark black curly fuzz right where her legs came together.

Katherine’s husband run off after she had her fourth kid, and it weren’t too long after that Katherine moved off as well. When I was growed up enough to start jacking off and such, I sometimes thought about Katherine. Now I knew where babies come from and I knew that Katherine had to be letting men shoot their stuff into her for her to keep pregnant nearly all the time. She weren’t no where around but she was the best example of sex that I could think of, so I jacked off a lot thinking about her.

Well, lots of years gone by. They weren’t much ways to make a livin where I come from, so I had moved around a lot doing work wherever I could find it. I was 26 years old when I got a job driving a city bus in Houston.