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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 was the first day of the fall semester and Taneesha was feeling apprehensive about attending the new school. She waited for the school bus by the side of the road with her big sister, Ebony. They were both dressed in their outfits from their old school. The white cotton blouses and plaid wool skirts were what the dress code had called for there.
As far as Taneesha could tell, Ebony didn't share her worries. But the older girl had always been popular and so it wasn't surprising that she didn't appear anxious in the least.
The bus finally arrived. The girls climbed on and found the front seats were already fairly full. Most of the faces that watched them make their way down the aisle were black, but a few white boys sat in the back. Taneesha sat with Ebony a couple of seats away from them.
Taneesha was surprised to see the white boys, actually. She wondered if they lived on this side of the railroad tracks that served as the dividing line between the blacks and whites in this town. Ebony seemed to take no interest in them or, for that matter, anyone else. The older girl just looked out the window as the bus proceeded down the road.
The bus stopped to take on another passenger and Taneesha was relieved to see a familiar face. Her new friend Ora Lee was wearing a pastel colored blouse with buttons up the front and a matching, slightly darker, cotton skirt. The big black girl smiled at her when she saw her sitting there with her sister, but, continued to the back of the bus. The colored teen turned around to see the white boys making room in the middle of the long back seat.
Ora Lee smiled bashfully at the boys and took the place on the seat they'd made for her. Taneesha turned her head forward until she heard the big girl giggling. Ebony looked towards the back of the bus along with her little sister to see what was going on.
Taneesha was shocked, though maybe not so surprised, to see one of the boys had a couple of Ora Lee's blouse buttons undone. His hand was fondling her large breasts. She smiled happily and made no move to stop him.
Neither sister could take their eyes of the scene. The boy on the other side of her put his hand up Ora Lee's skirt. The chubby negro teenager opened her legs apart further as if to accommodate the young white man and give him access to her private parts.
Taneesha couldn't believe that her friend would carry on this way in front of so many other students. A quick glance towards the front of the bus told her that no one else was watching the grope session going on in the back seat.
Looking back again, Taneesha saw Ora Lee squirming in her seat. Closer attention revealed that the big negro girl was actually humping back at the white boy's hand that was between her legs. After a while the boy took his hand out and held it up to her face.
Taneesha's jaw dropped and Ebony looked away in disgust when Ora Lee proceeded to lick the boys hand as if she were a puppy dog. The younger sister could feel her own arousal growing as she watched her friend handled and used by the two white boys right there where anyone could see.
The bus finally arrived at the school just as Taneesha started squeezing her thighs together to put pressure on her clit, which was crying out for attention. The young teenager was surprised at how damp her pussy was from seeing the lurid display on the bus. But, she knew it felt good.
* * *
Taneesha found Ebony in the lunch room at noontime and sat with her. While the younger girl had a full tray of food from the cafeteria, she could see her big sister only had a half sandwich and an apple. Across the room, they could see Ora Lee sitting at a table with several white boys.
"Could you believe that scene on the bus?" asked Ebony. "Disgusting! That fat whore wouldn't last five minutes at our old school. I guess they like that kind of sluttyness here."
"She's not a whore!" objected Taneesha. "That's the girl I met the other day. She's very sweet. She's just very... well... friendly. That's all."
"Trust me, Neesha," confided the older sister. "She's a whore. Letting those white boys have their way with her is degrading and makes all the women of color here look bad. She oughta be ashamed of herself."
"Well, I don't care what you say," Taneesha said dismissively. "She's my friend an' I won't think bad about her."
"Suit yourself," Ebony responded. "Like, whatever."
Taneesha was starting her lunch just as two black girls sat at the table with them. She blinked in astonishment when she realized they had to be identical twins. Both were a little on the chubby side, with short straightened hair, dark skin, and pronounced negro features. Each had large breasts and thick thighs. They were even dressed alike in blue jean overalls and pastel blouses, one turquoise and the other bubble gum pink.
"Kin we sit here wit' you?" the twin in pink asked Ebony.
"If you want," the older teen replied indifferently.
"You da new girl, ain't you?" asked the one in turquoise. "Ebony Johnson?"
Ebony nodded.
"I's LaDonna," she said. "An' dis here is LaVonna. We twins."
LaVonna smiled as her sister introduced her.
"Really?" asked Ebony sarcastically.
"I'm Neesha," Taneesha offered when she figured her sister wasn't going to introduce her.
"We jus' wanted to make y'all feel to home," said LaVonna, ignoring Ebony's rudeness.
"We think you pretty," blushed LaDonna. "We ain't seen no nigga girl so pretty 'round here."
"I'm not a 'nigga girl'!" Ebony corrected her sternly. "Where I come from we don't use words like that. It's demeaning. Is everyone here as ignorant as you are?"
LaDonna and LaVonna both wore the same expression of shock in response to Ebony's harsh words. Taneesha was surprised to hear her sister lash out at the twins.
"We's only bein' friendly!" protested LaDonna. "We din't mean nothin'!"
"Yeah," agreed LaVonna. "We wanted to be sayin' somethin' nice. You ain't gotta talk so mean!"
"She didn't mean for it to sound that way," Taneesha interrupted.
The twins stood, picking their cafeteria trays up and walked to another table. There they sat with some other students and talked amongst themselves, frequently glancing at Ebony and Taneesha.
"Why'd you have to be so nasty?" asked Taneesha. "Those girls wanted to be friends!"
"I don't need friends like that," Ebony stated. "Stupid country cows. That's what they are. I won't lower myself to their level by tolerating that kind of talk."
Taneesha knew there was no point in arguing with her sister and turned her attention to her lunch. She considered getting up and leaving the cafeteria to escape the glare of the students at the table where the twins had seated themselves.
"Excuse me," said a male voice. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
A somewhat overweight white boy stood in front of where Taneesha and her sister sat. He had unkempt brown hair that hung down to his eyes and a wispy mustache. He wore a blue and white striped polo shirt on along with khaki slacks. Ebony looked up at him with disdain which seemed to make him uncomfortable.
"Uh...," he stammered, "I don't know if you noticed me, Ebony. I'm in a couple of your classes. Stuart? Stuart Nelson?"
"No, I didn't," Ebony replied with obvious disinterest.
"Uh..., well...," Stuart went on, "I was just wondering... I think you're real pretty an' there's a dance this weekend... Right here in the cafeteria. Kind of a back to school dance, you know? I wanted to ask you before anybody else..."
"What's that, Steve?" responded the pretty black teenager, enjoying the boy's discomfort.
"Uh..., it's Stuart," he said, scratching his head. "Well..., would you wanna go with me to it?"
"I don't think so," Ebony replied disdainfully.
"Oh...," the boy blushed. "Is it 'cause I'm white?"
"No," the black girl informed him coldly. "It's because I'm too fine to be seen with a nerd like you." She paused for effect. "No offense," she added.
Stuart looked crushed and Taneesha actually felt sorry for him. She was used to Ebony taking pleasure in humbling people this way, but it still made her feel bad. She knew that she'd go out with the boy herself if he'd asked her instead of her big sister. She was also used to being overlooked in favor of her older sibling.
"Uh..., oh..., well..., sorry," Stuart was obviously struggling to think of something to say. "I guess I'll see you 'round."
The white boy turned and shuffled away, his shoulders slumped.
"Damn, Ebony!" exclaimed Taneesha. "What's wrong with you? You don't have to be so mean!"
"He's a nerd, Neesha" explained Ebony. "You don't want to get a reputation for hanging out with nerds."
"That don't mean you got to be so nasty!" Taneesha pointed out, exasperated.
"Who cares?" replied Ebony. "He oughta know better. He oughta be smart enough to know he's not in the same league as me. He's just a nerd and I'm way too fine for the likes of him."
"I don't want nobody thinkin' I'm a stuck up snot like you," Taneesha complained. "That boy and those girls wanted to be friends and you jus' blew 'em off! And you had to be nasty doin' it! We don't hardly know nobody here an' you're makin' it hard on both of us! Maybe you don't care but I do!"
"Whatever," Ebony sighed. "I've got to go to class now. So do you. I hope it's English class. Just listen to how you're talking. They're already starting to rub off on you."
Taneesha realized she'd been sucked into an argument that she couldn't win. Her big sister always seemed to get the best of her, just like she did with Stuart and the twins. She watched as Ebony stood up and left, leaving the remains of her lunch on the table. Putting the older girl's plastic sandwich wrapper and apple core on her tray, she took it to the bussing station. She wished she could just disappear.
* * *
When she climbed on the school bus to go home, Taneesha saw her sister sitting alone on a seat near the front. Pointedly, she walked past Ebony and sat near the back in an effort to disassociate herself with her snooty sibling. She kept hoping Ora Lee would come and sit with her, but the big black girl never showed up and the bus left without her.
Ebony went straight inside after getting off the bus. Taneesha hung around the front yard, looking down the road occasionally. She was upset with her sister and painfully in need of some friendly companionship. She hoped her new friend would come home soon.
* * *
It was almost dinner time when Taneesha saw an old pickup truck stop in front of Ora Lee's house. She saw the big black girl climb out of the cab and go check the mail box. The truck pulled away.
Taneesha walked quickly down the road to meet her.
"Hey, Ora!" she called.
"Hi, Neesha," Ora Lee replied cheerfully. "Goin' fo' a walk?"
"Yeah, well, I jus' wanted to get away from my family for a bit," she told her. "My sister was actin' like a stuck up bitch at school today. An' my mama always takes her side. I got nobody to talk to about it so I jus' figured I'd take a walk."
"I's sorry to hear dat," the big girl said sympathetically. "I ain't got no sister or no mama, but I knows how it is not havin' nobody to talk to. My aunt's hardly ever home when I gits here an' she's mostly gone by da time I go to school da next day. I's glad I gots friends like you, Neesha."
"I didn't know...," Taneesha responded. "Was that one o' yo' friends droppin' you off?" she said, changing the subject.
"Kinda," blushed Ora Lee. "Dat was my daddy dere. He's white an' he ain't really my daddy, but I likes to call him dat. He's a real good man an' he kinda takes care o' me. He give me a job at da' Burger Barn, which he owns. Dat really helps my aunt out wit' da payment on dis house."
Taneesha followed Ora Lee as she made her way up to the side porch overlooking the garage. They sat on the old couch together.
"How's he your daddy?" asked Taneesha. "I don't understand."
"Well, it all happened a couple o' years ago," Ora Lee started. "Dere was dis pretty white girl at da school. Miss Stacy Ellsworth. She had long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. She was real sweet. Mister Ellsworth, dat's my white daddy, he be her real daddy. Dey lived alone near da tracks. 'Bout da only white folks who be livin' on dis side o' da tracks. Anyways, Stacy was my friend an' she was havin' a problem..."
* * *
"I don't know what to do," she tol' me. "You know Seth Miller? I got the hots for him so bad! I was messin' around with him behind the gym an' he tried to put his hands down my pants an' I didn't wanna stop him. He was touching me... there... you know? An' it felt good. But if I let him do what he wants, who'd want to marry me?"
"You a precious white girl, Miss Stacy!" I tol' her. "You can't be lettin' boys do dat! I's sorry fo' talkin' like dat to you, but you jus' can't!"
"Oh, Ora," she sighed. "It ain't even him. It's just him this time. Don't you ever get... you know... horny?"
"'Course I do!" she had me laughin'. "I's horny all da time! But, I's jus' a nigga so it ain't no surprise!"
"Well..." she was blushin'. "I been... you know... playin' with myself. An' it feels good... But, I think it's just makin' me even hornier. I need a boy to be touchin' me. It ain't the same doin' it to myself. I'm scared if I let a boy start doin' what I want, he'll end up doin' more an' then I'll be... well... disgraced."
"You right 'bout dat, Miss Stacy," I agreed. "Once he get started, he ain't gonna stop 'til he gets what he wants."
"What am I gonna do?" she seemed desperate. "I want to be good..."
"Well, ma'am," I tol' her, "dere may be somethin' I kin do if'n you want... But, I don't want you takin' it da wrong way..."
"We're friends, Ora," she said. "Tell me... You know somebody I can trust?"
"Yes, ma'am," said me. "You kin trust me."
"Okay, who?" she asked.
"Me, ma'am," I was gettin' shy. "I kin take care o' yo' needs fo' you my own self. I kin make you feel good, Miss Stacy. I kin service you an' give you relief."
"Ora!" she seemed shocked. "I ain't no lesbian! I can't 'do it' with another girl! I'm sorry, Ora... I know you mean well... I didn't know you was into girls..."
"I ain't no lesbian neither!" I was tellin her. "I's jus' a nigga who wants to help her friends, dat's all. It ain't like you be doin' it wit' me 'cause you ain't gotta do nothin'. You a white girl an' I be doin' da work da way it oughta be. Ain't no difference 'tween me lickin' yo' cat or some boy doin' it. 'cept I won't be wantin' nothin' more. I jus' be a mouf an' lips an' tongue fo' yo' cat. I be makin' you feel real good, ma'am."
"But you're a girl!" she tol' me. "Don't that make it perverted?"
"I's a nigga, ma'am," I 'xplained. "A nigga servin' a precious white girl. It ain't perverted. It be jus' natural. Da way it oughta be."
"Have you ever..." she started askin'.
"Yes, ma'am," I said. "I do it fo' plenty o' white girls. Dey my friends an' I know dey gotta stay pure. So I serve 'em an' take care o' dere needs an' dey stay virgins."
"Like who?" she wanted to know.
"I's sorry, ma'am," I 'pologized. "I can't say who dey is. It be private 'tween dem an' me."
I could tell she was thinkin' about it, but she was still kinda nervous. I was also 'fraid she might think I's some kind o' pervert.
"I hope I din't offend you, Miss Stacy," I said at last. "Maybe it ain't right fo' me to be talkin' to you dis way. I's sorry, ma'am."
"No," she said. "I ain't offended. Jus' a little surprised, that's all. So... You wouldn't tell no one what we done?"
"No, ma'am!" I promised. "Never! Ain't nobody's business but ours."
"You sure it ain't no perversion?" she asked.
"No, ma'am," I smiled at her. "Jus' a sweet white girl usin' a nigga to take care o' her needs an' stayin' pure. Dat ain't no perversion, Miss Stacy. It's da natural way o' things."
"We gotta be quick," she said after thinkin' 'bout it. "My daddy won't be so un'erstandin' if he catches us. But I want it bad, Ora. I need it."
"'Course you do, ma'am," I smiled again. "We kin do it whenever you want an' however you want it."
"Let's go inside, Ora," she told me. "I need it now."
I was so happy she wanted me to help her! She had me scared for a minute dat I'd tol' too much. But now I knowed it be okay.
We went inside. I ain't never been to Miss Stacy's house before an' it was kinda small an' da furniture was old, but it was real nice an' clean. I knew she musta done it 'cause I knew she din't have no mama to look after things.
When we got to her room, she was kinda nervous.
"So what do I do?" she wanted to know. "I never done nothin' like this before."
"Easiest way is fo' you to jus' lay down an' open yo' legs up so's I kin get my mouf on yo' cat," I 'xplained to her. "You ain't gotta do nothin' else, ma'am. I be doin' it all fo' you."
"Do I need to get naked first?" she blushed.
"You ain't gotta git naked fo' me, Miss Stacy," I says. "Jus' lay back an' I be gettin' up under yo' sun dress an' takin' yo' panties off so's I kin serve you proper. I promise I won't even be lookin' at you or nothin'. A nice white girl like you needs her privacy."
"Okay," she said back. "I appreciate that. But, it feels funny thinkin' I'll be bare assed in front of you while you're all dressed. You know what I mean?"
"'Course I do, ma'am," says me. "It ain't right fo' a white girl to have her bare skin out while a nigger be covered. You want I should get naked?"
"Would you, Ora?" says her. "It'd make me feel a little more comfortable."
"Yes, ma'am," I tol her.
I gots out of my clothes an' piled 'em on da floor. It was a little embarrassin' strippin' like dat in front o' her fo' da first time, but if it made her more comfortable, den I din't mind doin' it.
"Thanks, Ora," Miss Stacy smiled at me. "You're a dear."
Well, she had me blushin' fo' sho' den! She be such a sweet girl. I really wanted to please her an' make her feel good.
She lay on da bed on her back an waited fo' me to git started. I closed my eyes an' pulled her panties down and over her bare feet. Den I got up dere an' put my head up under her dress. I could smell her coochie an dat kinda got me heated up. But dis was fo' her an' not fo' me.
I kept goin' up 'til I was feelin' her coochie hairs on my nose. It kinda tickled. I started by kissin' her on her lips down dere. Dey was so soft! An' wet! I could tell she was turned on alot. She really did need it bad.
I kinda ran my tongue down da middle o' her slit an' kinda worked it in dere. She liked dat an' moaned. It was so sexy! So's I started doin' it harder like. I licked all da way from her hole to her clit. She was whimperin' when I was suckin' on dat little nub so I knowed she liked dat alot. She was even startin' to hump at my face.
Well, I went an' pushed my tongue up her hole an' kinda fucked her wit' it. She jus' 'bout went crazy from dat! She was squeezin' my head 'tween her legs and rubbin' her coochie on me so hard I couldn't hardly breath. I kinda got to takin' a breath when she was relaxin' some an' den holdin' it when she pushed her cat against my face.
She started moanin' louder an' louder an' I could tell she was gettin' close to cummin'. I was lappin' her kitty like a puppy dog an' she was cryin' out all breathless like.
"Oh! Oh!" she went. "Oh!"
Then I felt her gettin' all juicy an' I knowed she was dere. I didn't stop workin' it 'til I felt her go all loose an' breathin' hard. I kissed her on da lips again an' started crawlin' back out from under her dress.
Miss Stacy was puttin' her panties back on an' I's pickin' up my clothes when dere was a knockin' on da bedroom door.
"Stacy?" her daddy was askin'. "What's goin' on in there?"
"Don't come in here, daddy!" she cried out.
'Course dat jus' made him open the door. I kin guess how it musta looked to him. His baby girl sittin' dere on da bed all sweaty 'long wit' some naked nigga girl.
"What the hell's goin' on here?!" he yelled. "What're you doin' with my daughter, nigger?!"
Before I could say a word he grabbed me and shoved me out the door into the hallway.
"You jus' wait here, missy!" he tol' Stacy. "I'll deal with you in a minute!"
"But, daddy!" she was cryin'. "She ain't doin' nothin'! It's just girl stuff!"
But, he wasn't listenin'. He grabbed me by da shoulders an' marched me into what had to be his room. He picked up a leather belt from a chair and pushed me so's I's bent over wit' my face on da bed an' my ass in da air.
"I'll teach you to be corruptin' my little girl, you fuckin' slut!" he growled.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
He was beatin' my black ass hard an' fast. It hurt like da devil, too!
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Now he was hittin' on spots dat already done got hit an' it hurt even worse! I was cryin' it hurt so bad, but he kept at it.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
I could hear him breathin' hard, maybe wearin' out from da effort or maybe he was jus' heated up from beatin' a nigga's ass. Maybe some o' both.
"I's sorry, suh!", I was cryin'. "Please fo'gives me, suh!"
Well, 'bout dat time he stopped. I din't move an' weren't gonna move 'til he said so.
"Stand up, nigger," he ordered me. "Jus' what the hell were you gonna do with my little girl?"
I stood up and turned to face him, tears goin' down my face an' my nose runnin'. He was lookin' right at me an' he still had dat belt in his hand. I could see his eyes wanderin' over me an' it made me shiver a little.
"Nothin', suh," I kinda lied to him. "Like Miss Stacy say, it was jus' girl stuff, dat's all. She wanted to see a nigga in da flesh so's I be showin' her. It be natural fo' a girl to git curious 'bout things like dat."
"Hmmm..." he said.
I was havin' a hard time knowin' if'n he believes me o' not. I think he was wantin' to believes it 'cause anythin' else woulda been worse.
"Alright," he said at last. "I guess I'll take your word for it. You gotta understand how it looked. Ever since her mama run off, Stacy's all I got. I gotta be daddy an' mama to her both. So I guess I was over reactin'. I'm sorry, girl. I hope I didn't hurt you too bad."
"Dat's ok, suh," I tol' him. "I understands. It be yo' right to beat some no account nigga if'n you think she be hurtin' yo' baby girl."
I could see he was calmin' down now an' I knowed he was sorry fo' beatin' me dat way. But, I was seein' how he was lookin' at me still. Starin' at my titties. An' I could see a big bulge in his pants. I knowed he was likin' what he done to me an' dat he was likin' what he saw. I figured dat da poor man ain't had no woman since his done run off. I got to feelin' a little sorry fo' him an' wanted to help him.
"I'm glad you understand...," he said. "What's your name, girl?"
"Ora Lee, suh," I answered up.
"Well, Ora Lee," he went on, "I hope we can... keep this between us. I'm not a bad man, really."
"I know you ain't," I said. "Miss Stacy be lucky to have such a good daddy lookin' out fo' her like you."
"Like I say," he says, "it's been hard. An' now with Stacy pretty much grown up, it's even harder. Sometimes I even wish her mama was still here even though she was a cheatin' bitch."
I bet he be thinkin' of how much he wished he had a woman even more den he wished he had a mama fo' Miss Stacy. An' I knowed dat havin' his little girl turnin' into a woman afore his eyes made it hard, fo' sho'. I knowed I had to help him an' help her, too.
"I wish I had a daddy like you, Mister Ellsworth," I tol' him. "Somebody to be lookin' out fo' me like you do fo' Miss Stacy."
"Your daddy don't look after you?" he wanted to know.
"I ain't got no daddy at all, suh," I says. "An' my mama left me wit' her sister to raise an' run off. I ain't seen her since I's little."
Tellin' him dat made him look kinda sad.
"Damn," he said. "That's terrible. A girl needs a daddy."
His eyes kept roamin' over my naked titties.
"I feel real bad 'bout beatin' you like I done, Ora Lee," he said finally. "I hope I didn't hurt you too bad. I wish I could make it up to you."
"Please don't feel bad, suh," I begged him. "It ain't yo' fault. You protectin' yo' little girl. I'd take a beatin' like dat every day to have a daddy like you."
"Huh?" he looked up at me.
I could see dat bulge in his pants gettin' big again an' I knowed I was on da right track.
"It ain't easy doin' what you doin', suh," says me. "Raisin' a young woman all alone. Sometimes it be a relief to take it out on somethin'. I don't mind takin' it from you if'n it gave you some relief. I's jus' a nigga. An' niggas be fo' servin' white folks however dey need servin'."
"Beatin' some poor colored girl ain't somethin' I'd be proud of," he was tellin' me. "It ain't no right way to be gettin' stress relief! But, you sure are a sweet girl."
Dat had me blushin'! I could tell he be a kind man. But, I knows dat even kind men got wants dat ain't so kind.
"Bein' proud about it ain't got nothin' to do wit' it," I 'xplained. "Takin' care o' yo' needs is."
Oh, his eyes was gettin' big now! An' so was dat bulge! I knowed I jus' had to help him a little more.
"What are you sayin', girl?" he asked.
He wanted me to say it plain. He was jus' 'bout ready.
"I's sayin' you kin beat my nigga ass," I says. "I don't mind takin' it from you, daddy."
I could see he was startin' to sweat a little. An' I hoped I hadn't a gone too far.
"What'd you call me?" he wanted to know.
"Sorry, suh!" I 'pologized. "I didn't mean no disrespect by callin' you daddy. I jus' wanna help you, suh."
"It's okay," he said. "I... I... kinda like it."
I smiled at him and started to turn back around.
"Please, daddy," I begged again, bending over the bed. "Beat my black ass. I needs to be beat. I want it. I like it, daddy."
I waited fo' da belt. I knowed it was gonna be hurtin' since my ass was already pretty beat. But, I wanted it. I wanted to know I was servin' him an' helpin' him.
Da first blow weren't nearly so hard as da others was. It din't hardly hurt none. He was 'fraid o' hurtin' me I could tell.
"Harder, daddy," I tol' him. "I need it harder."
Whap!
Dat one hurt bad an' I yelped like a dog. I could feel my eyes tearin' up from da pain. I had to let him know it was okay.
"Please, suh," I begged again. "Beat dis nigga's ass. I need it, daddy."
"I can't beat you no more, girl," he sighed. "I'm glad you understand and you're a sweet girl to offer, but you're already pretty welted up. I think I've got it out of my system now."
"'kay," I says, soft like.
I stood back up and turned around. The light was still in his eyes an' da bulge was still in his pants. I had to do more.
"You wanna fuck me, daddy?" I asked him. "I kin see yo' thing be all big. Don't you wanna bust a nut in my coochie?"
Oh, he be likin' dat kind o' talk! His jaw kinda dropped an' I could tell his dick was bustin' to get out o' dem pants. I knowed he need mo' help so I layed back on da bed an' spread my legs out so's he could see my coochie.
"Please, daddy?" I started beggin' now. "Please fuck yo' little nigga girl, daddy. She be needin' you inside her."
That was all it took. He just dropped his pants an' got 'tween my legs. His dick was hard as a rock an' bounced up and down while he was gettin' on top o' me. My coochie was soaked an' he went in easy.
"Fuck me, daddy," I whispered to him. "Fuck me."
An' he did jus' dat! He was jus' bangin' in an' out o' my pussy. Slammin' it home hard. My whupped ass was rubbin' on the bed spread and it kinda hurt, but it 'minded me o' him takin' da belt to me so's I liked it.
"It's been so long," he was sayin', all breathless. "It feels so good..."
"Dat's what I's fo', daddy," says me. "I's fo' makin' my daddy feel good. You kin beat me o' you kin fuck me. I do anythin' you say, daddy. I's yo' little nigga girl."
"I..., I... can't..." he groaned.
Den I feel him shootin' off inside my bare coochie. It felt damn good. An' I was so happy to make him feel good, too.
"Dat's it, daddy," I whispered in his ear. "Use yo' little nigga girl. Use my coochie, daddy. It be all yours."
He groaned again an' I felt more spurts in me. I can't 'member ever feelin' so good gettin' used dat way. Da young men at da school sho' do like usin' my coochie, but dis man needed it an' needed it bad. It made me feel real good to be servin' him an' helpin' him knowin' how much it meant to him.
We lay dere for a good while 'fore he finally gots to his feet. I wanted to serve him even more.
"Kin I clean yo' thing off, daddy?" I asked like a little girl. "Please, kin I?"
He jus' stood dere next to da bed, not sayin' nothin'. So's I sat up an' looked him in da eyes while I took his dick in my hand. He still din't say nothin' so I leaned my head up to him an put his cock in my mouf. I looked up at him da whole time I was suckin' my slime off'n it to make sure he be likin' it. From da way he was smilin' at me, I knowed he did!
"Thank you, daddy," I says, all grateful. "Thank you fo' usin' me an' fillin' my coochie up wit' yo' cum."
I could feel his dick twitching in my hand so's I smiled at him.
"You want some mo' coochie, daddy?" I asked him. "Maybe you want me usin' my mouf on yo' thing?"
"No, girl," he sighed. "I gotta take it slow. It's been a long time."
"'kay," I says, blushing. "Anythin' you want."
He pulled his pants up and headed for the door.
"Stacy'll be worried I'm beatin' you raw," he tol' me. "We better go show her you're okay."
"Yes, suh," I said an' stood up, too.
"Uh...," he started, "let's keep the 'daddy' stuff between you an' me, Ora. I don't think Stacy would understand."
"Yes, daddy," I whispered an' smiled at him.
We went down da hall to Miss Stacy's room. I could feel his cum leakin' down my leg. He knocked on her door.
"Stacy?" he asked. "Ora Lee explained everything... I'm sorry I got so mad."
The door opened an' Miss Stacy looked at him an' den at me an' den back at him.
"You okay, Ora?" she asked. "I hope my daddy wasn't too hard on you."
"No, ma'am," I says. "He's a good daddy. I wish I had one like him."
* * *
"I got dressed an' left," Ora was finishing the story. "I kept up servin' both o' dem wit'out tellin' the other 'til Miss Stacy went off to college last year. An' I still be servin' my white daddy. I gots a coochie full o' his cum right now."
"Damn!" Taneesha said at last. "Damn!"
Ora Lee blushed. Taneesha was beside herself. She had sat on the couch with one foot tucked under her and had been rocking back and forth on it through most of the big negro girl's story. Her pussy was so soaked that she was afraid it would leave a wet spot on her school skirt.
"So, Neesha," said Ora Lee. "Now you knows 'bout my white daddy. Don't be tellin' nobody, 'kay? An' I only be tellin' you 'bout Miss Stacy 'cause you such a good friend. Tellin' a white girl 'bout her'd be breakin' my promise to her, but it be okay since you a nigga like me."
"Damn...," Taneesha was still reeling from the story.
"I think you liked da story, girl," smiled the big colored girl. "I kin tell you liked it alot."
"Uh huh...," the younger teenager responded.
Taneesha tried to think of how to excuse herself gracefully. Her pussy needed immediate attention, but she was too embarrassed to tell Ora Lee that she wanted to go home and masturbate.
"I..., uh...," she started, "I got to go home..."
"You all heated up now, ain't you, Neesha?" Ora Lee smiled softly. "It be okay. You jus' a nigga. Like me. You ain't gotta hide it from me."
"Well...," Taneesha's face was hot with embarrassment.
"You want me to help you like I helped Miss Stacy?" asked the big black teen. "You want me to lick yo' cat? I don't mind. You my friend. I kin make you feel real good, Neesha."
"Uh...," the younger girl thought hard.
Taneesha was very aroused. She felt a little awkward about having Ora Lee service her, but at the same time her pussy needed relief.
"It don't make you no lesbian," her friend assured her. "We jus' friends, dat's all. An' friends do stuff fo' each other. You need some help an' I want to help you. Come on inside, Neesha. I'll take good care o' you."
Ora Lee smiled at Taneesha and stood up. Together they went into the house. The furniture looked like it had been salvaged from the dump, but the young teenage girl didn't pay much attention to it. When they got to the older girl's room, they stopped at the door.
"Now, you ain't gotta do dis," Ora Lee assured her. "You kin say no thanks an' we still be friends. I understands."
"I want it, Ora," Taneesha croaked. "Just promise you won't tell nobody. Not even another nigga."
"I promise," said Ora Lee. "Slip dem panties off, girl. You want me to git naked like I did fo' Miss Stacy?"
"That's okay," the younger colored girl replied, pulling her panties down. "You can keep your clothes on. Just... do it."
Taneesha blushed as she set her panties on the bed and sat down.
"Dat's da way, girl," smiled Ora Lee. "Jus' lay back an' open dem legs up. I be doin' da rest."
The black teen did as her friend instructed and waited. No one had ever touched her most intimate parts other than herself. She was embarrassed spreading her legs for the big colored girl, but she was too horny not to. She closed her eyes and waited.
The bed sagged and Taneesha felt her skirt being lifted. She could feel Ora Lee's breath on her thighs and then on her pussy. The big black girl's tongue was so soft. It went up to the teen's clit and gently touched it, sending a wave of pleasure through her body.
Ora Lee began licking in earnest. Taneesha couldn't help but start bucking her hips in rhythm to the older girl's ministrations. In the back of her mind, she knew she must look like some kind of perverted lesbian, but she didn't care. All she cared about was getting off.
Taneesha was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling like she had to pee. She tried to fight it, but it was too strong.
"Ahhh!" she cried out. "Ohhh!"
Ora Lee stuck her tongue in the young teenager's vagina. Taneesha had never cum so hard while masturbating. She was completely absorbed in the sensations and ground her crotch into her friend's face with wanton abandon. The big black girl kept tongue fucking her until she felt her orgasm starting to subside.
"Oh, Ora...," Taneesha murmured. "I never felt nothin' like that before..."
"I like takin' care o' my friends," replied Ora Lee. "I's glad you liked it. It wouldn't a been hospitable to jus' let you go home after I gots you all riled up. Even niggas needs some relief."
"I can see why you're so popular," the colored teen added. "You do take good care of your friends."
Taneesha put her panties back on and the two negro girls headed back out onto the porch.
"I do have to go, Ora," said Taneesha. "It's supper time."
"'kay," Ora Lee responded. "I's glad you could come by."
"Me, too," agreed the younger girl. "You'll have to come over to my house some time."
"I'd be honored, Neesha," said the big black girl. "But, I don't think yo' sister think too much o' me. I hear she be pretty mean to Donna an' Vonna at school. An' poor ol' Mister Stuart Nelson. He's a nice young man an' yo' sister oughta be honored dat a white man like him be interested in her."
"Ebony don't mean to be so unfriendly," Taneesha fibbed. "She's been kinda upset lately 'cause she might not be able to go to the college she wanted to 'less she find herself a job."
"Well..., if you say so," said Ora Lee. "I don't wanna judge nobody on what other folks says 'bout 'em. An' if she don't mind workin' at da Burger Barn I think my white daddy could give her a job. He a real nice man."
"That'd be great, Ora!" exclaimed Taneesha. "I'll tell her tonight! She'll be real happy to hear it an' maybe she be actin' nicer if she ain't all worried 'bout her college. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Ora Lee waved to her as Taneesha walked back down the road on still shaky legs. The black teenager wasn't so sure how happy her sister would really be at the prospect of working in a burger place. But, maybe it would prove to Ebony that it was important to be nice and treat folks how she'd like them to treat her.
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