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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
It wasn't until the next morning that Jolene told Henrietta of Bernadine's encounter with George. The big black girl was driving herself and her mother to work at the Walker estate.
"Dina went down to the mill office yesterday," Jolene started. "She was seein' dat Leeza Rice. Den dey went to see Massa George an' he up bent ol' Leeza right over his desk and used her right dere in front o' Dina jus' like dat! Dina 'bout shit!"
"Ain't you warn her 'bout him?" Henrietta asked. "He ain't changed since he's a boy. Dina ain't never got used to da way it be down here."
"No, mama," replied Jolene. "Way back she tol' me she ain't had no mo' trouble wit' him. So I guessed she be okay handlin' him."
"Dere ain't no handlin' dat white man, girl," her mother shook her head. "He be doin' jus' 'bout anythin'. Ain't nothin' he do be surprisin' me none. An' dat Miss Rice be thinkin' she be better'n us cuz she got dat P. H. D, but she ain't nothin' but a nigga to dat man an' ain't never be nothin' more. Jus' like us an' Dina, too."
"Dina don't think so," Jolene pointed out. "She be thinkin' he gots to respect her cuz o' her bein' all educated. I guess she knows diff'rent now."
"Dat she do, girl!" laughed Henrietta. "George may act like he ain't got no sense, but he sho' knows how to be puttin' a nigga in her place. You remember dat first time? Da first summer you was workin' wit' me up to the Walker place? You was still in high school den, or jus' out. You was all used to Massa Walker, but wasn't ready fo' Massa George."
Jolene remembered, alright, even though it had been almost twenty years in the past...
* * *
It had been early summer and Jolene had started working with her mother as a maid at the Walker estate. She'd spent a long time getting dressed before they left. More specifically a long time looking at herself in the mirror. Fresh from the shower she couldn't take her eyes of the reflected image of her freshly shaved pussy. Henrietta had helped her with the razor to get her coochie just the way Mister Walker liked it.
Later she was admiring herself wearing her purple and white maid's uniform, complete with a white cap. There was something about it that excited the teenager. She liked the idea of serving Mister Walker and his family. She especially liked servicing Mister Walker himself and looked forward to the opportunity.
"Get a move on, Lena!" called Henrietta from the bottom of the stairs. "Massa Walker ain't cottonin' to no lazy ass niggas who be showin' up late! Git yo' black ass down her now, girl!"
Jolene hurried down the stairs and followed her mother out to the old car. Henrietta was wearing a similar maid's uniform, different only in color. Hers was charcoal gray.
Soon they were headed down the road. Jolene felt butterflies in her stomach. This wouldn't be the first time she was to serve Mister Walker. The memories of that first encounter were etched in her mind and had given fuel to her fantasies at night. But this time she was starting work as a maid in his household and it just seemed more real to her.
Henrietta pulled the car around the back of the Walker house and turned to her daughter.
"Now you mind dem white folks, girl," she instructed her. "Don't matter what dey want. You say 'yes, ma'am' or 'yes, suh' an' you git to it. You got dat?"
"Yes, mama," Jolene replied in a small voice.
The black teenager was already starting to feel even more apprehensive about the day ahead. She knew very well what would be expected of her and what kind of things the white people she was to serve would want.
Henrietta and Jolene walked up to the kitchen door and let themselves in. They had barely closed the door behind them when Mister Walker's wife entered the room.
Barbara Walker was a little older than Henrietta, but already her hair was turning white. She was a kindly looking white woman who smiled at the two negresses when she saw them.
"Hello, Etta," she greeted her servant. "So this must be Lena! She's so pretty in her uniform!"
"Thank you, Miz Walker," Henrietta replied, glancing over at Jolene. "What do you say to da lady, Lena?" she prompted her.
"Thank you, ma'am," said Jolene, her eyes downcast and her face burning with embarrassment.
"No wonder Mister Walker's so anxious to see you!" continued the white lady. "You run along upstairs and see to him, girl. The room at the top of the stairs."
"Yes, ma'am," Jolene replied and looked up at her mother.
"Go on an' git, Lena," Henrietta prodded her. "Don't be keepin' that white man waitin'."
"Yes, mama," said the the teenager, hurrying out of the room.
Jolene reached the top of the stairs and found the bedroom door closed. She knocked tentatively.
"Yes?" came the voice of Mister Walker.
"It's me, Jolene, suh," answered the black girl. "Etta's girl."
"Oh, I remember you alright," replied the white man. "Come on in so I can get a look at you."
Jolene opened the door and let herself in. Herbert Walker was sitting up in his bed on one side of the large room. He was shirtless and the negro teen could see his graying chest hairs. The sheet was covering him from the waist down.
"Close the door and get those clothes off," he ordered. "I want to have a nice long look at you."
The colored teenager blushed and started unbuttoning the blouse of her maid's uniform. She couldn't bring herself to look up at him and see him watching her undress. The anxious feeling in her stomach grew as she unfastened the last button and removed the blouse.
"Don't be shy, girl," he smiled. "You're doing fine. Take off the bra. Let's have a look at those dark titties of yours."
Jolene smiled at the encouragement, but still couldn't look up at him. She reached behind her back and unclasped the white bra she was wearing. She pulled the straps down off her shoulders and let the bra slide off her arms onto the floor. The young negro woman smiled shyly and clasped her hands together behind her back, fighting the urge to cover her naked breasts.
"Good girl!" Mister Walker praised her. "And what a nice set you've got, too. Fine nigger udders. Just like your mama's. Now get the rest of it off for me."
The colored girl found the zipper on the side of the uniform skirt and undid it. The garment fell to the floor leaving her in her white cotton panties. Even though she felt very vulnerable and exposed she could also sense the growing moistness between her legs.
"Excellent!" the white man was clearly pleased. "Don't stop now!"
Jolene hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her hairless slit. Stepping out of them, she stood there naked in front of the older white man. Blushing profusely, she could feel that her pussy was soaked.
"Display position, girl," he ordered. "I know your mama showed you how to display your body to white men."
"Yes, suh," she replied.
The black teenager stood up straight and put her hands behind her head, thrusting her young full breasts out. She parted her legs the way her mother had instructed her. Jolene was strangely proud to show Mister Walker that she'd remembered what she'd been taught in spite of the degrading nature of it.
"Very nice!" the white man exclaimed. "What a pretty nigger girl you are!"
"Thank you, suh," she beamed, her pussy creaming.
"Now turn around," he instructed her, "slowly."
Jolene slowly turned away from him, showing off her backside to the white man. She could feel his eyes on her even though she was looking the other way. The thought of him drinking in the sight of her naked body had her cunt dripping and her nipples hard. Finally she finished the turn and stood facing him again.
"Come closer so I can touch you," ordered Mister Walker.
Jolene stepped up to the bed, but stayed in position. The white man reached out and touched her breast, sending a shudder through her young body. He gently caressed it, running the backs of his fingers over her nipple, causing it to harden even further. He moved his hand to her other breast and ran his finger tips over it, pausing to squeeze it. She noticed she'd begun breathing heavily.
The colored girl felt his hand move down her belly and then between her thighs. She parted her legs even further to grant him access to her sex. She longed for him to touch her sensitive pussy. She was sure she could smell her own scent in the air, betraying her arousal.
When the white man finally brushed his fingers across her cunt she gasped and tried to press herself into his touch. He looked up at her and smiled at her reaction.
"Service me, nigger," he said huskily, pulling the sheet back, revealing his erection. "Use that pretty mouth on me."
Jolene hadn't remembered him being so large. She climbed into the bed and crawled between his legs. She lowered her head to his dick and began gingerly licking it. She ran her tongue up the shaft and slipped the tip of it between her lips and sucked it like a popsicle. Mister Walker moaned with pleasure.
The young negress began bobbing her head on the white man's cock. She could taste his pre cum as it started to leak out. Encouraged, she stepped up the pace of her ministrations.
"Alright, girl," he croaked. "Enough. I don't want to lose it in your mouth. I want some of that poontang you got for me. Climb up and ride me. Ride me like a nigger bitch in heat."
Jolene let Mister Walker's dick slip out of her mouth and then got up on her knees. She straddled him and reached down and took a hold of his cock in her hand and guided it to the entrance to her pussy. Slowly, she lowered herself on his erection and let it penetrate her.
The black teenager felt the older white man's cock fill her pussy and she started rocking back and forth on it. Gradually she picked up the pace and soon was humping him in earnest. Her brown body glistened with sweat.
"That's it," he gasped. "Ride me, you black bitch. Ride your master."
"Yes, suh," she smiled back. "I's ridin' you, massa. Yo' nigga be ridin' you, boss."
"Oh, fuck!" cried Mister Walker, his eyes suddenly wide.
Jolene kept bouncing up and down as the older white man ejaculated in her vagina. She could feel his hot semen shooting inside her. She slowed down and finally stopped when she could tell he was through.
"Thank you fo' usin' dis nigga, suh," she said gratefully. "Kin I clean yo' cock off fo' you, suh?"
"You may, Lena," he allowed.
The black teenager lifted herself off the white man's cock. His member slipped out of her slick hole with an audible pop. She kneeled between his legs and gently licked her juices off his now flaccid penis with her soft pink tongue. After a minute she sucked it into her mouth to finish her task. At last she released him and kissed the tip of his dick. Jolene looked up into his face and smiled bashfully, feeling a mixture of embarrassment at the situation but pride in her performance. Mister Walker was clearly pleased with her.
"Good girl," he praised her. "You run along now and take care of your other duties. I've got to get ready to go to the office."
"Yes, suh," the colored girl replied.
Jolene climbed out of the bed and began dressing. Mister Walker went into the master bathroom and closed the door. As the young servant left the room she heard the shower start up. She realized that his using her was just part of his routine this morning. Yesterday it was probably her mother getting dressed while the white man showered. This morning it was her.
Her uniform back in place, Jolene went to the top of the stairs and started down to the kitchen It was then she heard voices down the hallway. She understood that was where George's room was as well as a guest room. However, she was under the impression that George was away at college and was surprised to hear his voice as well as that of her mother coming from that part of the house.
"... that's right, Donnie," came George's voice, "this ol' colored lady's been with the family long as I can remember. Hell, my daddy says she wet nursed me."
The door wasn't all the way closed and Jolene peeked in though the crack. Henrietta stood with her back to the door. Beyond her mother she recognized George standing there in a bath robe. Next to him stood another young man, Donnie, she supposed. He was about the same age, perhaps a few years older than Jolene herself. He had dark hair and glasses and was staring at the older negress.
"Dat's right, suh," Henrietta responded. "I sho' did. You was so small back den."
Donnie smiled at this while George's face turned red with embarrassment.
"Yeah, I know I loved them nigger udders then," said George, forcing a smirk. "Jus' like I like 'em now. Show Donnie here what you got, girl. Let's seem them big ol' titties."
Jolene watched in disbelief as Henrietta took off her uniform blouse and then unhooked her bra. The young negress knew that her mother believed it was Mister Walker's right to use her body, but she was old enough to George's mama.
"Take a look, buddy!" proclaimed George. "Pretty saggy, but still not bad for a ol' lady. Get them arms up, nigger! You know the way!"
"Yes, suh," Henrietta replied. "I's sorry fo' bein' such a dumb nigga, suh."
The older negress clasped her fingers behind her head and thrust her chest out towards the two young white men. Jolene recognized the display position she'd been taught. She felt embarrassed at seeing her mother this way. But, at the same time, she could feel her excitement growing again after the lull following Mister Walker's use of her.
George reached out and grabbed one of Henrietta's nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching her tender flesh hard. The colored woman gasped with surprise at the sudden jolt of pain. He lifted her heavy breast up by the nipple and tugged hard on it. Even Donnie looked surprised.
"Ow!" yelped Henrietta.
"Damn, George!" sputtered Donnie. "You're hurting her!"
"That's right, buddy," he grinned. "I am. You want me to stop, nigger?"
"No, suh," the black woman answered. "You kin do what you wants to, Massa George. I's jus' a nigga. It be yo' right to use me how you wants to."
"See, Donnie," mused George, "she knows what she's for. And so do I!"
With that, the young white man twisted the old negress's breast eliciting another yelp from the hapless colored woman. Jolene's eyes opened wide at this and unconsciously moved one hand to her breast and squeezed her nipple. The other hand went between her legs. She felt a shudder of shame go though her body at her own arousal at the sight of her own mother being manhandled.
"Damn!" exclaimed Donnie. "I gotta admit it's fuckin' hot."
"Oh, it's hot, alright," George chuckled. "So hot my dick is about to bust!"
The white man released the house maid's nipple. She remained standing in the display position. Her daughter could feel her own pussy was tingling.
"Get naked, Etta," ordered George. "I gotta bust a nut. Your nigger cunt'll do just fine for that. Hurry it up."
"Yes, suh," Henrietta agreed. "Right away, suh."
The black woman unzipped her uniform skirt and let it drop. Then she pulled off her panties. The colored teenager started idly rubbing her clit through her skirt as she watched her mother's debasement.
"Leave the shoes on," George instructed huskily. "I don't wanna wait any longer. Bend over and open them legs up. I'm gonna drill you right now."
Henrietta turned towards a desk that was against the wall next to the bed and bent over, resting her hands on it. Jolene saw her in profile now. George stood behind her, his bathrobe parted, his erection poking straight out. The young negress watched as the white man put his dick between her mother's legs and shoved it into her pussy with one thrust. He slammed it in so hard that the older colored woman's heavy breasts swung back and forth from the force.
"Owww!" cried Henrietta, tears forming in her eyes.
"Cunt's dry as a bone," observed George. "What's wrong, Etta? Don't I 'do it' for you?"
The white man laughed and the black maid only grunted in response to the next thrust. Jolene could see Donnie's eyes focused on her mother's nude body, shaking in rhythm to the pounding she was getting in her dry pussy.
"Speak up, nigger," he ordered. "Tell me what's wrong. Am I hurtin' you?"
"Yes, suh," whimpered Henrietta. "You is hurtin' my coochie bad, suh."
"You want me to stop?" asked the white man breathlessly.
"No, suh," she answered. "It be yo' right to use a nigga how you like. Don't matter if'n you hurt her. I's fo' yo' use, Massa George."
"Good girl," rasped George.
Jolene was lost in the moment and carelessly stepped forward and knocked the door open. All eyes were suddenly upon her. George was red faced. Henrietta looked up from her bent over position, streaks of tears on her face. She seemed embarrassed to see her daughter looking down at her with the white man's dick buried in her cunt.
"Well, well," George said, recovering. "Look who's here! Ain't see you for a while, Dina."
The white man stepped back, his cock slipping out of the older negress's pussy. He looked the black teenager up and down with a grin on his face.
"Well, Dina," he said conversationally, still looking her over. "How you like seein' me fuck your mama?" He paused. "No... You ain't Dina. Dina ain't nice an' chunky like you. Who's the girl, Etta?"
"Dat's my girl Jolene, suh," Henrietta answered from her bent over position.
"Jolene..." George said, trying to remember. "You was just a little pickaninny last time I saw you, girl. Now you're all growed up. Get in here so I can see you better."
Jolene blushed and stepped into the room. Henrietta slowly stood up, now realizing that George was through using her for the moment. She stood there, naked, her sore pussy still throbbing from the abuse she'd just taken. Donnie's eyes never left the young teenager.
"When I say I wanna see you better," instructed George, "I mean get them clothes off so we can have a look at you. Now strip 'em off."
"Take dem clothes off for da man, Lena," Henrietta urged her daughter. "Be a good girl now."
The colored girl started by unbuttoning her blouse while looking down at the floor. Her hands were shaking both from the shock of being discovered at the door as well as a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at being forced to undress in front of these two white men who were virtual strangers. There was something about stripping while these clothed white men and her nude mother looked on that excited her.
Jolene removed the uniform blouse and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She unclasped her bra and took it off, her full breasts exposed to the gaze of the white men. Another flush of embarrassment washed over her. The tingling sensation between her legs increased.
The negro girl noticed how wet her panties were as she pulled them off. Now naked, she assumed the display position without having to be told: hands behind head, chest thrust forward, feet wide apart. She could feel the cool room air on her wet naked pussy.
"Goddamn..." gasped Donnie, his jaw slackened.
"I see you know the routine, girl," observed George. "Not bad. Nice tits, too."
"Thank you, suh," smiled Jolene bashfully.
"You know to keep that snatch shaved, too," said George approvingly. "Not bad at all... Your sister didn't think she was a nigger. You a nigger, girl?"
"Yes, suh," agreed the colored teen. "I's a nigga, suh."
"Good girl," George praised her. "You're a fine lookin' nigger at that. Go lay on the bed. I wanna try you out."
Jolene blushed again and hesitated. She looked to her mother, but the old naked black woman just looked back at her expressionlessly. She knew that Mister Walker had free use of her body, but she wasn't so sure she was supposed to allow others to use her, too.
"Go on, girl," said Henrietta finally. "You do like Massa George says. It be his right to use you, too."
George grinned broadly at hearing this. Jolene took her hands down and made her way to the bed. She lay on her back and waited for further direction.
"Open them legs up wide, nigger," ordered George. "Wide as you can. I want a good look at that poontang."
Her face burning with humiliation, Jolene spread her legs out as far as she could. She looked up at George's face for a sign of approval.
"You want first go at her, Donnie," he asked his friend. "I know you didn't wanna fuck the old bitch, but this young one's mighty temptin', aint she?"
"Yeah," agreed Donnie, his erection clearly visible under his robe. "I'll fuck this one alright. Thanks."
"Grab your thighs and spread, dammit!" George said with annoyance. "When I say spread 'em I mean it!"
Jolene reached down and grasped her thighs. She lifted her legs, still spread wide, and forced them further apart as she'd been ordered. She could feel the strain in her groin, she was so stretched. She could also feel some of Mister Walker's semen leaking out of her pussy and running down her crotch and over her asshole. She flushed with embarrassment knowing they'd all see it.
"Fuck!" cried George. "What you been up to, girl? You're leakin' like a cheap whore! My daddy been usin' you?"
"Yes, suh," admitted Jolene. "He was jus' usin' me 'fore I came here."
"I can't have my guest fuckin' a used nigger!" George exclaimed. "That ain't hospitable at all! Etta, get yo' girl cleaned up and make it quick."
"Yes, suh," Henrietta replied. "I's sorry, suh. I get her cleaned up good fo' you, suh. Come on, Lena. Let's get that coochie ready for the nice man."
Jolene blushed, feeling like a dirty slut. Henrietta reached a hand out to help her naked daughter up off the bed.
"What're you doin', Etta?" asked George incredulously.
"I's takin' her to get cleaned up fo' yo' friend, suh," Henrietta replied, puzzled at the rebuke. "It won't be takin' too long, suh. I be havin' her coochie all clean fo' him to use."
"I didn't say take her anywhere, you dumb nigger!" he replied, exasperated. "I said clean her up. Here. Now."
"Yes, suh," said the older negress. "I'll mop her up wit' my blouse. I get a clean one later."
"No," George said. "You'll mop her up with that mouth of yours, Etta. You'll put that ape face of yours between her legs and suck that goo outta her hole. Then you'll lick it 'til I can't tell it's been fucked. You got that, girl?"
"Suh!" objected Henrietta. "Dat my baby girl dere!"
Whap!
George slapped the old colored woman across the face.
"Don't you be gettin' uppity with me, nigger!" he said angrily. "You do like I say an' you do it now! Stick your damn face in that pickaninny's crotch and get to work! Don't make me slap you again!"
Jolene couldn't believe what was happening. George actually expected her mother to lick her pussy. She looked up at Henrietta and tried to imagine what she'd do now.
"Yes, suh," sighed Henrietta. "I's sorry fo' not mindin' you, Massa George. Please fo'give dis dumb nigga, suh."
"Just do it," George ordered. "Get them legs back up, girl. Your mama gonna need some room to eat that nasty nigger poontang."
The colored teenager raised her legs up and grabbed her thighs just above the knees. She spread herself out again and waited. The older negress kneeled between her daughter's spread legs and lowered her face to the girl's pussy.
Jolene's sex glistened with her arousal and Mister Walker's semen. Henrietta gingerly began licking her daughter's pussy. The teenager felt a jolt of pleasure as her mother's tongue touched her clit. The old colored woman started lapping up the creamy white sperm. The negro girl involuntarily moved her hips in response.
"Look at that, buddy," George told Donnie, "them niggers is just like animals. Like monkeys in the zoo. What decent white woman would be lickin' her own child's cunt that way? What decent white girl'd be likin' it so much that she'd get to humpin her own mama's face? It's natural for niggers. They just do anything. Horny fuckin' bitches..."
Jolene was mortified at the realization that she was bucking her hips back at her mother's tongue. But she couldn't stop, hard as she tried. Henrietta just kept licking.
"I's sorry, mama," whispered Jolene. "I can't help it. It feels so good."
"It's ok, child," Henrietta whispered back between strokes of her tongue. "Don't you worry none. I know you can't help it."
"Shut up and suck that glop outta that hole, Etta," said George sternly. "My guest's been waitin' too long for his poontang. Now get a move on, girl."
Henrietta started sucking the semen out of her daughter's vagina with a loud wet slurping noise. Jolene moaned with pleasure and humped her mother's face with abandon. She'd decided to just give in to the sensations she was feeling and forgot about the two white men watching.
"Tell 'em to take their time, George," murmured Donnie. "I'm enjoyin' the show. I'll fuck her when they're done. I can wait. I don't mind at all."
"Hear that, niggers?" chuckled George. "Looks like you got ol' Donnie goin' now! Go ahead and finish her up, Etta. We wanna hear that pickaninny cum. Nice and loud. You hear?"
Henrietta nodded without taking her face away from her daughter's pussy. Jolene moaned again as her mother sucked on her clit and flicked her tongue over it. The negro girl ground her crotch into the older black woman's face. She was totally lost in her own pleasure.
"Oh! Oh!" cried Jolene. "I can't hold it no more, mama! Ohhh! Mama!"
The young negress felt her orgasm hitting hard and let go of her thighs. Her legs dropped to the bed and she squeezed her mother's head between them so tightly that the older colored woman could barely breath. After a minute, Jolene relaxed her grip on Henrietta. She responded by kissing her daughter's pussy and sitting up onto her knees. Her face glistened with the teenager's juices.
"Lemme at her," croaked Donnie.
"Out of the way, Etta!" smiled George. "I don't think my buddy can wait no more! Get up off a there and let him by so he can get some of that poontang."
Henrietta quickly climbed off the bed and stood to one side of it. Donnie opened his robe and stepped up to the bed, his erection bobbing up and down. He got between Jolene's legs and stuck his dick into her cunt and started pumping furiously. The young teenager's chest still heaved from her orgasm and seemed oblivious to the fact the white man had entered her.
"She feels good, man," Donnie gasped. "Real good. Fuck!"
"Course she feels good!" laughed George. "Niggers was made for fuckin'. Ain't that right, Etta?"
"Yes, suh," she agreed in a small voice.
Donnie pounded into Jolene's pussy like a man possessed. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh filled the room along with the white man's grunts of exertion. The black teenager humped back against his thrusts. Her head rolled slowly back and forth, her eyes half open, an open mouthed grin on her face.
"You like tastin' your girl's cunt, nigger?" George asked Henrietta. "You like watchin' her get fucked like the slut she is?"
"I like pleasin' you, Massa George," she replied. "Lena do, too."
"Fuck!" cried Donnie. "I'm gonna shoot! I can't hold it! Fuck!"
Jolene felt the white man release in her pussy. Spurt after spurt of hot semen filled her again. She could feel another orgasm building, but his thrusts subsided and his dick softened before she had a chance to cum. Donnie collapsed on top of the negro girl, breathing hard.
"Fuck..." sighed Donnie. "Oh, fuck..."
Henrietta looked down at the scene. Her daughter shining with sweat, a happy dumb look on her face. A white man she'd just med laying between her legs, exhausted and spent from having just released into the young black woman's pussy. She glanced over at George and saw his erect cock was poking out from his robe.
"You want me to suck yo' cock, suh?" she asked. "I suck it fo' you good."
"Nah," George dismissed the offer. "I'm gonna fuck that girl of yours." He paused and raised his voice so Donnie could hear him. "I said I'm gonna fuck your girl... If'n Donnie ever takes his dick outta her and gets up!"
"Sorry, George," Donnie apologized. "I guess it's your turn now."
"Damn straight it is!" George responded.
Donnie got up on his hands and knees and climbed off the bed. Jolene didn't move and remained laying there with her legs splayed open. Fresh semen leaked out of her well used pussy.
"You want I should clean her up fo' you, suh?" Henrietta offered. "Get her coochie all clean fo' you to use?"
"Damn, Etta!" exclaimed George. "First you're too good to eat her pussy an' now you can't wait get a face full o' her slime! You're just a horny fuckin' nigger, ain't you?"
"Yes, suh," Henrietta hung her head. "I's a horny nigga, suh. Jus' like you say."
"Well, don't you bother with that fuckin' hole," replied the white man. "I ain't havin' no sloppy thirds. I'll use the other hole. Get your girl up on her knees and get that ass spread for me. Go ahead and lick her asshole if you want it easier on her."
"You heard da man, Lena," Henrietta told her daughter. "You ain't here to get off. You here to get used. Now get on up on your knees and bend over like a good girl. Mama gonna make it easier fo' you."
That snapped Jolene out of her reverie. The look of empty abandon on her face was quickly replaced with concern.
"Please don't make me do dat, suh!" she begged. "I ain't never had nothin' up in me there. It gonna hurt bad! I kin suck good, suh. I suck you good. You like it, I promise!"
"Please use my ass, suh," Henrietta broke in. "It be a honor to take yo' dick in my ass, Massa George. You know I kin squeeze it fo' you good. You like fuckin' dis nigga's ass, don't you, suh?"
"Your ass is ok," George allowed. "But I wanna try out this young asshole. Nice and tight. Virgin ass. Get her ready, Etta, or I'll fuck her dry."
"You gotta do it, baby," Henrietta said. "He got da right to use you how he want to. He wants yo' ass now. It's a honor dat he wants you. Don't you forget dat, girl. Now get up like he say. Poke dat ass out. Mama'll get you wet dere so it won't be hurtin' so bad."
"Yes, mama," said Jolene, her voice shaking.
Jolene rolled over onto her hands and knees. Henrietta got onto the bed on her knees behind her.
"Dat's right, Lena," she instructed softly. "Now put yo' head down on da bed an' open dem legs up wide. Da more you spread 'em da less it be hurtin'."
The black teenager lowered herself down, resting her head on the bed. She placed her knees as far apart as she could and still keep her balance.
"Good girl," cooed Henrietta. "Good girl. Mama's gonna get you wet now."
The older negress spread her daughter's ass cheeks, revealing the teenager's puckered asshole. She put her face against the girl's ass and touched her tongue to her anus. Henrietta forced the saliva out of her mouth and drooled it out and onto the young negro's ass crack. It ran over her hole and crotch.
"She's ready now, suh," Henrietta announced.
"'Bout time," George replied, climbing up onto the bed. "Guide me in. Just put the head up to her hole. I'll do the rest."
"Yes, suh," the old colored woman said.
Henrietta took George's hard dick in her hand and placed the head of it up against Jolene's asshole. She held it as the white man forced it up her daughter's ass.
"Owww...," the teenager grunted and moaned with pain. "It's tearin' me up!"
"Hush up, child," Henrietta told her. "It ain't that bad. An' you got no choice. You gotta take it."
"Owww!" Jolene cried out. "Stop! Please!"
"Shut the fuck up!" George ordered. "Get your girl in line, Etta. She ain't nothin' but somethin' to fuck and she better get used to the idea. She's a nigger and she gotta take it like one."
"I's sorry, suh," apologize Henrietta. "Please fo'give her. She ain't never been ass fucked before."
Jolene felt as if she would be split in two. George hadn't seemed so big, but he filled her ass and stretched her hole out.
"You hush an' take it, girl," Henrietta whispered to her daughter. "Jus' relax an' take it."
George slid the whole length of his dick up Jolene's ass and started slowly stroking in and out.
"Oh, this is good, buddy," George sighed. "This nigger's got the tightest asshole I ever fucked. Damn, it's good!"
The white man increased the tempo of his thrusts. The black teenager moaned in pain and struggled to keep herself from crying out. She shed silent tears as he brutalized her rectum.
"I can't take no more of it," groaned George. "Shit... Ohhh... Fuck!"
Suddenly Jolene felt him release deep in her ass. It felt strange to her to feel the hot jets of liquid inside her there, but she barely noticed it over the pain from being stretched out so much.
"Oh, yeah..." murmured George. "That's the good stuff..."
George relaxed and Jolene could feel his cock soften inside her. She was relieved that her ordeal was over when she felt his dick slide out of her asshole. She felt the bed bounce as he got to his feet.
"Kin I clean yo' dick off, Massa George," asked Henrietta.
"Yeah," allowed the white man. "Get to it."
"Thank you, suh," she said gratefully, sinking to her knees.
Henrietta licked and sucked George's cock off, happy to have spared her daughter this indignity. When it was clean she let it slide out from between her lips and looked up at him for approval.
"Good girl," he said finally. "Good nigger. An' your girl ain't bad neither. She gotta nice tight asshole. You oughta be proud."
"Thank you, suh," Henrietta replied. "I is proud o' her, suh. She's a good girl."
"Well, break time is over, niggers," George announced. "Get cleaned up and go get breakfast ready. I'm hungry. How about you, Donnie?"
"Oh, yeah," agreed Donnie. "I'm famished."
"You want me to clean her here fo' you, suh?" asked Henrietta.
"Damn, Etta!" laughed George. "You sure gotta taste for your little girl's coochie in a hurry! I bet you'll be eatin' it all the time!"
Henrietta blushed. Jolene felt her shame. She knew her mother was only offering out of concern for pleasing the white man. But then, he probably knew that and was just taking the opportunity to humiliate her further.
"Yes, suh," Henrietta said softly. "If'n it pleases you, suh."
"Well, I ain't got time for fun now, Etta," said George. "Get your clothes together and get outta here. Go get cleaned up pronto and get our bacon and eggs goin'. You can have fun with your girl on your own time. Now git!"
George laughed as the two naked negro women gathered their clothing and left the room.
Jolene followed Henrietta down the hallway to the stairs. She stepped gingerly since her ass was very sore from George's use. They went downstairs to the laundry room where they could wash up at the utility sink.
"I... I's sorry, mama," Jolene said shamefacedly. "I din't mean to... you know... do that to you..."
"It's ok, baby," Henrietta smiled, placing her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I knows you couldn't help it. It ain't no shame to feel good. I's glad I could do dat fo' you. Is yo' booty hole hurtin' you bad, girl?"
"It ain't so bad, mama," Jolene replied. "You made it go easier on me. Thank you."
"Awww, you welcome, girl," the older negress said. "Dat's what a mama s'posed to be doin' for her baby girl. Makin' it easy fo' her."
* * *
Back in the present, the memory still stirred up the feelings from so long ago for Jolene. The embarrassment. The humiliation. The shame. The pain. And the arousal.
"Ain't you listenin', girl?" Henrietta asked in response to the faraway look in Jolene's eyes.
"I's listenin', mama," she replied. "I was jus' rememberin', dat's all."
Jolene could feel the dampness between her legs and blushed. Henrietta looked at her daughter and smiled.
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