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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
The family had finished eating dinner by the time Taneesha got home. Judging by her flushed face, Ebony guessed that her little sister had run all the way home from wherever she'd been. No doubt she'd been out trying to fit in with the country negroes who lived nearby, thought the older girl smugly. If history was any guide, her own popularity was assured, and she wouldn't have to stoop to trying to befriend a bunch of half wits to do it.
What Ebony hadn't been prepared for was the news the younger girl brought with her. Taneesha's usual strategy of appearing helpful while at the same time getting in a few jabs at her had succeeded again. She'd managed to find her older sister a job. But it was job that involved humbling herself before the same bunch of half wits she held in such contempt. Serving them at some country sounding fast food place called the Burger Barn. The very idea made her feel sick to her stomach.
"But, mama!" protested the older girl, "I can't be working in some awful place like that! How am I supposed to hold my head up at school with the same fools I was waiting on? How can I find time to study and keep my grades up?"
"I'm sorry, Ebony," Bernadine replied, "but what I make at the law office isn't enough. If you're serious about going to Smithmore, you've got to pitch in. You should be grateful to Taneesha for finding this job for you. Without it, I don't know what we'd do."
Ebony glared at Taneesha, who was clearly enjoying the situation. She didn't know who to be angrier at. Her sister for finding a demeaning job for her or her mother for making her take it. Her rational self knew it wasn't either of their faults really. It was the situation with the tuition that was really behind it all. But that didn't stop her feeling resentful towards both of them.
"Alright, fine," she said angrily.
"You better fix your attitude, young lady!" her mother admonished her. "Mister Ellsworth will be picking you up at the school along with Taneesha's friend. Don't forget that you need this job and he's doing you a favor by taking you on."
"Mama!" Ebony whined. "I know! I'm not a child. But, I'm only doing this as long as I have to."
"I hope you don't think I like working for that lawyer!" Bernadine responded. "I belong in the principal's office or at least the classroom. We all have to make sacrifices."
"I think I'll go to bed early tonight," said Ebony at last.
"That's probably a good idea," Bernadine agreed.
The black teenager said nothing more and left the room.
Ebony was not looking forward to spending the day with her intellectual inferiors and then serving them at night. She slept fitfully.
* * *
The next morning riding in on the bus, Taneesha didn't sit with Ebony. Instead she took a seat right in the next to last row. At the next stop, the older girl watched as Ora Lee got on and went down the aisle to take her seat in the back, right between the same white teenage boys that had been there the day before.
Ebony watched with an aire of self righteous as the boys put their hands all over the big negro girl's intimate parts, seemingly oblivious to the shamefulness of her behavior. She also saw Taneesha stealing glances at the goings on behind her and was certain she could see her younger sister squirming in her seat.
Has that country slut no shame, thought Ebony? How could she possibly be expected to work beside her? And how could her own sister be enjoying what was happening when Taneesha should be as appalled as she was herself? The older girl felt embarrassed for both of them and turned away from the scene.
* * *
At school, Ebony had no respect for her fellow students. Compared to her, she felt, they were all just a bunch of ignorant negroes and stupid white trash. Not at all like her classmates at the old school in the big city.
There was one teacher that she thought quite highly of. Mister Knowland seemed to be very intelligent and thoughtful, and also quite handsome. He was in his thirties, slender, with black hair. He always wore a jacket and tie to class, unlike many of the faculty who looked more like they were ready for a walk in the woods or a day at the beach.
Ebony got to class early so she could get a seat in the front of the room and focus on Mister Knowland and tune out the rabble behind her. She could tell that he appreciated her intelligence, too. She participated in discussions with him and he seemed genuinely interested in her opinions. She knew he could tell that she was the smartest student in the class.
Then it was lunch time. Ebony sat down at a table by herself and picked at the cafeteria lunch. She saw Taneesha approaching, but was surprised when the girl kept going and sat at the table with LaDonna and LaVonna and some of the other negroes she held in low regard. She tried to tell herself she didn't care about the snub and watched her younger sister talk animatedly with her new friends.
* * *
The school day dragged on, but at last it was over. Ebony was supposed to be at work at five and since the bus ride was so long, she figured she might as well just study in the library and go straight to the Burger Barn rather than go home first. Ora Lee had told her that Mister Ellsworth would pick them both up at the school.
At a quarter to five Ebony waited outside the main entrance to the school for her ride to the Burger Barn. Before long, Ora Lee joined her. The big black girl was wearing a little to much makeup for her refined tastes and it looked a little smudged up. She wrinkled her nose when she notice wet spots of pearly white liquid on the front of her blouse. The fat whore had probably been sucking white boys off, she thought with disgust.
"Hi," Ora Lee greeted her. "You're Ebony, ain't dat right? I's Ora Lee."
"Yes," said Ebony evenly. "I've seen you. Uh... I should say thank you for telling Neesha about this job."
"You welcome!," smiled Ora Lee. "Neesha's a nice girl to be lookin' out fo' her sista dat way. She's already a real good friend of mine. So, I's glad I could be helpin' you."
"Yeah," Ebony replied. "Neesha's all that."
An old dark blue pickup truck pulled up with an older looking white man at the wheel. He leaned across the front seat and pushed the passenger side door open. Ora Lee climbed in and Ebony followed.
"Dis be Ebony," Ora Lee introduced her. "She's Neesha's sister. I tol' you 'bout Neesha." The big girl turned her head towards Ebony, "dis be Mister Ellsworth."
"Pleased to meet you, Ebony," smiled the white man.
"Glad to meet you, too," replied the teenager. "And, uh, thanks for giving me this job. It really helps."
"No problem," said Mister Ellsworth. "Ora's kinda like a second daughter to me so if I can do somethin' for one of her friends, I'm happy to do it."
Ora Lee beamed at hearing his words. Ebony could sense there was something going on beneath the surface, but couldn't put her finger on it.
The ride to the Burger Barn wasn't long since it was only about a mile from the high school. The building didn't look like a barn, just a typical fast food place.
Mister Ellsworth showed Ebony how to work the cash register while Ora Lee went about getting the place ready to open. The black girl was already anxious to leave.
Once customers started to arrive Ebony did her job and it wasn't as bad she'd been dreading. At least not until some of her classmates showed up. Even though they didn't say anything to her beyond their orders for burgers and fries, the the teenager was still embarrassed to be seen there in the red plaid blouse and white slacks that were her uniform. Being recognized and serving them humiliated the poor colored girl.
Finally, it was closing time. The last diners were gone and Mister Ellsworth locked the doors.
"Go wipe down the tables and mop up, Ebony," he told her. "I need Ora Lee to give me a hand in the back. When she's done I'll send her out to help you get finished."
"Okay," Ebony replied.
So, the new girl gets to do the nasty work, she fumed to herself. She saw Ora Lee and Mister Ellsworth disappear into the back behind the counter while she took a damp cloth to wipe off the tables.
Once Ebony finished with the tables, she went to the back to find the mop. The office door was slightly ajar and she could hear voices from inside.
"You like dat, daddy?" Ora Lee's voice asked. "Is I doin' it da right way?"
"Uh huh," came Mister Ellsworth's voice.
Ebony quietly peeked in to see what was going on. Her jaw dropped when she saw Ora Lee, still in her uniform, kneeling on the floor in front of where Mister Ellsworth sat in the desk chair. His pants were open and the big girl had the white man's dick in one hand and his balls in the other.
"Feel good, don't it daddy?" Ora Lee said in a little girl's voice. "I kin tell you be likin' it."
"Yeah..." murmured the white man, his eyes closed.
Ora Lee was stroking Mister Ellsworth's erect cock and caressing his balls. The white man was clearly enjoying himself.
"I let dem white boys on da bus be touchin' me, daddy," the big girl told him. "Dey be gropin' my titties and dey had dere hands up under my skirt."
"You keep your legs open for 'em?" Mister Ellsworth asked huskily.
"Yes, daddy," Ora Lee answered. "Jus' like you tol' me. One boy got his fingers under my panties an' he be touchin' my coochie. It be feelin' good, daddy, but not like when you be doin' it."
"Good girl," the white man whispered breathlessly.
The fat negro girl smiled and kept her hand moving up and down on the white man's shaft. Ebony could see Mister Ellsworth humping back in rhythm with Ora Lee's strokes.
"You like hearin' how yo' little nigga girl be gettin' used by dem white boys, daddy?" she asked coyly. "You like how I be lettin' 'em do what dey want?"
"Yeah..." Mister Ellsworth gasped.
"I was suckin' on a boy's thing 'fore I left school," Ora Lee continued. "I was on my knees jus' like dis. He be shootin' his load in my mouf an' I be swallowin' it all like a good girl. Jus' like you say, daddy."
"Fuck..." groaned the white man.
"Kin I taste yo' dick, daddy?" the big negro girl asked sweetly. "Please kin you cum in my mouf, daddy? I be a good nigga an' take it all."
Without waiting for an answer, Ora Lee leaned forward and took most of Mister Ellsworth's length between her thick negro lips. Ebony watched transfixed as the white man moaned with pleasure and released into the kneeling teenager's mouth. Clearly the big girl was sucking hard and swallowing it all just as she'd promised him. Obviously, he was thoroughly loving it.
Ebony tore herself away from the scene in the office and hurried to try and find the mop she'd come back there looking for. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She told herself that she was disgusted by what she'd seen, but she could feel a dampness between her legs. She was more than a little embarrassed at herself for her voyeuristic act and resulting arousal.
The mop was leaning up against the back wall by a utility sink. Ebony picked up the bucket that was there and began filling it. She was startled when Ora Lee came up behind her.
"Hey, Ebony," she said, "I kin do dat. I be takin' care o' da moppin'. You jus' go sit down. I bet you tired, dis bein' yo' first day."
Ebony turned to face her. Ora Lee was smiling warmly at her, trying to be friendly. The teenager struggled to keep her eyes from focusing on the spots of semen staining the big girl's blouse.
"Uh, thanks," said Ebony, still breathing heavily from her earlier excitement.
"Damn, girl!" exclaimed Ora Lee. "You is jus' 'bout worn out! I's sorry to be leavin' you to do all dem tables by yo'self."
"It's okay," blushed the teenager.
The two black girls went back out to the dining room. Ebony sat at a table while Ora Lee mopped the floor. About the same time she finished, Mister Ellsworth emerged from the back.
"Lookin' good, Ora," he praised her. "An' you, too, Ebony. You did a fine job your first day. Put that stuff away an' we'll go."
* * *
They rode back without talking until Mister Ellsworth stopped the truck in front of Ebony's house.
"Thanks for the ride," she said. "See you tomorrow."
"No problem," Mister Ellsworth replied.
"Bye," Ora Lee waved as Ebony closed the door.
The teenager watched as the blue pickup truck pulled away and went down the road. She saw it pull into what had to be Ora Lee's driveway. Ebony went inside.
It was late and Taneesha was already in bed.
"You awake, Neesha?" asked Ebony.
"Uh huh," replied her sister.
"You're not gonna believe this," she started. "That friend of yours... You should of seen her with the boss! After we closed up and I'm cleaning up the tables, she's in the back jerking him off!"
"How'd you know that?" asked Taneesha.
"I saw them!" exclaimed Ebony. "I went in the back looking for the mop and the office door was open and she was on her knees with his dick in her hand. Jerking him off and calling him 'daddy'! Can you believe it?! It was totally perverted!"
"So you watched it all?" Taneesha wanted to know.
"Hell, yes!" Ebony answered. "The whole thing! At the end she went down on him and swallowed it all! Disgusting!"
"If it was so disgustin'," Taneesha asked, "how come you kept watchin'?"
Ebony blushed and remembered the feeling between her legs.
"I don't know," she mumbled. "It was just disgusting, that's all."
"You know that man ain't got no wife?" Taneesha spoke. "Ora might be tryin' to help him."
"Help him!" Ebony was exasperated. "She's nice enough, alright. But she's a slut. Honestly, Neesha, you're so naive. You just don't understand at all."
"I jus' know she's a good person," replied Taneesha. "An', she's my friend. If she does stuff like that, it's 'cause she wants to help him."
Ebony rolled her eyes as she turned out the room light. She got in bed and gradually fell asleep as she replayed the image of Ora Lee kneeling before Mister Ellsworth, stroking his dick while she told him of the day's sexual encounters.
* * *
The older girl woke up a couple hours later and looked at the alarm clock. Two thirty, it read. Just a few more hours and she'd have to be up, she thought. As she lay there, she could hear a rhythmic creaking sound coming from her sister's bed. As she focused on the sounds, she could hear her breathing heavily and murmuring to herself.
"Daddy..." Taneesha rasped softly into her pillow between breaths, "oh, daddy..."
Ebony turned over to face away from her sister and tried to sleep. She couldn't believe that Taneesha was masturbating so wantonly just a few feet away from her. Not to mention her choice of fantasy.
* * *
The week progressed in the same way. Ebony would go to school and then catch a ride with Mister Ellsworth and Ora Lee to the Burger Barn after classes. What free time she had, she spent relaxing instead of studying. But, she'd never had to study that hard before, so she wasn't worried.
The shock came in Mister Knowland's class when he handed back the results of the first weekly quiz. Ebony hadn't felt too good about it when she saw the questions on it, but she never expected she'd only have half of them answered correctly. She was humiliated at having such a low score. She could see the disapproval and disappointment on her teacher's face.
At lunch, Ebony could hardly eat anything she was so upset. It just wasn't fair, she thought. How could she get good grades if she had no time to study? How could she get into Smithmore when she couldn't even pass a high school class? But, if she studied instead of working at the Burger Barn, she wouldn't be able to afford the college anyways.
The black teenager was startled when someone sat down across the table from her. Stuart. She couldn't believe that the nerdy white boy had the nerve to sit with her. Especially now when she just wanted to be alone.
"Hi, Ebony," said Stuart. "You mind if I sit with you?"
"What do you want, Scott?" she asked rudely.
"It's Stuart," he corrected her. "I saw you didn't do so well on the quiz."
"You're in that class?" she asked. "I didn't notice. And my test scores aren't any of your business anyways."
"Well...," Stuart began, "I got 'em all right. And if you want, I can help you get 'em all, too."
"I'm not interested in studying with some nerd," Ebony told him crossly. "I thought I told you that already."
"I ain't talkin' about studyin'," he replied, ignoring the meanness in her voice. "I'm talkin' about gettin' 'em all right."
"Just say what you have to say, Stanley," she said curtly. "I'm already getting tired of listening."
"I know all the answers to all the tests this year," he responded. "And, it's Stuart."
"Now I know you're lying," Ebony sneered. "Go away."
"Okay, okay," Stuart continued. "But, you oughta know that my brother Wade took this class two years ago and Knowland's using the same tests as before. I've got all of Wade's papers. All the stuff he got wrong, I looked up. So I know all the answers."
Ebony looked blankly at the pudgy white boy while she considered what he'd said.
"Well, you ain't interested," he said finally, standing. "I'll see ya 'round."
"Wait a minute, Stuart," she stopped him. "Why are you telling me this? What do you want?"
"So, maybe you're interested after all?" he smiled. "What do I want? Maybe I want a date. How 'bout that?"
"How do I know you're for real?" she asked. "You could be making this all up."
Stuart sat back down and pushed a paper to her. Ebony looked at his quiz from Mister Knowland's class. One hundred percent correct. She looked up at his grinning face and wispy mustache.
"I'm not going on a date with you," said Ebony. "You can forget that. I've got a reputation to think about."
The boy's smile faded some.
"Okay," he said. "How 'bout a private date. We just mess around some. Then I give you the answers. Nobody has to know."
"Mess around?" she raised an eyebrow. "Just what do you mean by that?"
"You know...," he blushed. "Kiss an' stuff. Like maybe I feel you up some. You know... Mess around."
Ebony sighed. She knew she didn't want to spend what little free time she had on studying. She also knew she couldn't afford to keep doing so poorly in this class. She figured the nerdy white boy would probably be satisfied with almost anything.
"Okay," she said after a long pause. "But these answers better be for real, Stuart."
"Don't worry 'bout that!" he said happily. "They're real. Meet me in the science lab after school an' I'll show you."
"I'll be there," she sighed.
"Cool," said Stuart.
The pudgy white boy got up and left the negro girl sitting alone. She blushed at the thought of what she'd just agreed to do. But, what else could she do?
* * *
Stuart was already waiting in the science lab when Ebony got there that afternoon. The school was pretty much deserted.
"Hey, Ebony," Stuart greeted her. "Glad you could make it."
"Let's see the answers," Ebony replied in businesslike manner.
Stuart dug into his backpack and produced a piece of paper which he handed to the waiting black teenager. She accepted it and looked it over.
It certainly was in the style of Mister Knowland's first quiz and the questions were relevant to what was being covered in class. There at the top of it was written 'Wade Nelson' along with the score '17/20'. Seventeen out of twenty questions correct. The ones that had been marked wrong had additional writing in a different hand. She figured that must be where he'd looked up the correct answers to the ones his brother had missed.
"Hmmm...," Ebony said. "I guess this looks okay. This better match the one we get."
"Don't worry," Stuart responded. "It will."
The white boy stepped forward and put his hand on the negro girl's shoulder. She stepped back.
"Hey!" he objected. "I did my part. Now do yours!"
"Just a minute," Ebony told him. "I wanna know this works first."
"That wasn't the deal," Stuart pointed out. "The deal was I give you the answers and then I get to mess around with you."
"Okay, okay," she allowed. "But I'm not doing much until I know for sure."
Stuart stepped forward again and pushed his face into Ebony's. She could smell his breath and see him pucker up. Then his lips were on hers, kissing her. His lips were spongy and his wispy mustache tickled her. He kissed her several times, though she didn't return any of them. She felt his tongue working its way between her lips and pulled away.
"No tongue," Ebony told him bluntly. "That's too gross."
The white boy looked disappointed, but puckered up again anyways. He continued giving her wet kisses, seemingly oblivious to the fact she wasn't kissing back. She felt him trying to get his hand under her blouse and grabbed his wrist.
"Hey!" Stuart protested. "You said I could feel you up."
"Not under my shirt you don't," Ebony replied. "Maybe once I've seen the results of this old test you can."
Stuart's hands went straight to Ebony's breasts. He squeezed them through her blouse and bra, one in each hand.
"You got nice tits, Ebony," he complimented her. "Colored girls all got such nice big ones."
Ebony decided to just let that pass, although she didn't appreciate his terminology. She just wanted it over with. Stuart continued kissing her while roughly kneading her breasts. He released one and she felt his hand going down between her legs. This time he knew better than to try to get up under her skirt and he just rubbed her crotch through the material. The black girl had had enough.
"Okay, that's all you get," Ebony said after giving him another ten seconds of groping.
"That's it?" he complained. "I was jus' gettin' started..."
Stuart again looked disappointed. Ebony noticed the bulge in the white boy's slacks and for a moment felt the power she had over him. She knew that he wanted her bad and she didn't have to do much to control him.
"That's it, Stuart," Ebony replied with a smile. "If this gets me a good grade on the next quiz, maybe you can do more. Right now I've got to go."
The negro teenager opened the science lab door and went out into the hallway, leaving Stuart alone. She went to the front of the school to wait for her ride to the Burger Barn. Ora Lee wasn't there yet. Ebony figured the big black girl was probably off getting used by white boys so she'd have something to tell her 'daddy' that night while she jerked him off.
* * *
Ebony waited with apprehension as Mister Knowland passed back the results of the latest quiz. The questions had been the same ones as on Wade's old test paper that she'd memorized. She'd felt a little guilty cheating that way, but she didn't like the alternatives. Studying would cost her what little free time she had and she was unwilling to give that up.
Mister Knowland got to her and smiled as he handed her back her paper. '20/20 Good Work!!!' it said across the top. She basked for a moment in the glow of her favorite teacher's approval. She even started to feel the sense of smug superiority she enjoyed so much, forgetting that this time she'd earned it in a different way.
After class, Stuart came up to her in the hallway.
"Well, Ebony," he started with a grin, "how'd you do on the quiz? See? I wasn't lyin'."
"No, you weren't lying," Ebony allowed. "So, you've got the one for next week?"
"Yep," Stuart replied. "I got it. Right here."
"Well...," she prodded. "Let's see it."
"I'll let you have it after school," he told her. "In the science lab."
The white boy grinned and leaned towards the young negro teenager.
"And come with your bra off," he whispered to her. "I want some bare tit this time."
Ebony's face flushed at Stuart's words. The thought of the white boy groping her breasts made her queasy.
"We'll see," she tried to smile.
"No," said Stuart, turning more serious. "You'll do it. If you want the answers to the next quiz, I'll be getting a feel of them titties. A nice long feel."
"Okay, Stuart," Ebony sighed. "I'll be there."
"Good!" he grinned happily. "I'll be waitin' on you."
Ebony turned and started off to her next class. When she got there she just stared blankly at the front of the room. She had a hard time concentrating on what the teacher was saying, all she could think of was how she'd have to stand there and let that pudgy nerd grope her. Just the thought of submitting to that made her face burn with shame.
* * *
After the last bell, Ebony found herself hanging around the girl's room near the science lab waiting to be alone. She pretended to be checking her makeup in the mirror while a white girl with long brown hair washed her hands. Finally she was finished and left the black teenager to herself.
Ebony went into one of the toilet stalls and closed the door. She reached up under the back of her white blouse and unclasped her bra. Putting a hand up the short sleeve of her top, she grabbed a shoulder strap of the bra. She pulled it over her elbow and off her arm. She repeated the process on the other other arm, finally pulling the bra free from under her shirt. She blushed at the feel of the soft cotton on her bare nipples as she stuffed the undergarment into her book bag.
Emerging from the toilet stall she looked at herself in the mirror. In her eyes, her dark brown nipples were clearly visible under the thin white material. Taking a step, Ebony saw her breasts jiggle. It would be obvious to anyone who looked that she was braless. Again she felt a wave of shame as well as a little nausea.
Thankfully, the corridor was empty. The negro school girl hurried to the science lab to collect the answers to the next quiz. Her full teenage breasts swayed with each step. Her bare nipples hardened at the touch of her blouse, making them even more prominent.
She was almost to her destination when she saw someone coming the other way. A white man with black hair wearing a jacket and tie. She felt a knot in her stomach when she recognized Mister Knowland. The one teacher who seemed to respect her and her intelligence, she thought, and he had to see her looking like a slut.
"Hi, Ebony," he greeted her. "I'm surprised you're still here. Hasn't your bus already left?"
Ebony blushed and swallowed hard. She was very aware of her bare breasts under her blouse, her hardened nipples poking at the thin fabric. She looked him in the face and forced a smile.
"Uh, I had some stuff to do...," she replied. "And... Well... I don't take the bus after school. I have a job at the Burger Barn. I get a ride there from here."
"Oh, okay," Mister Knowland said. "I won't hold you up, then. But I did want to say how pleased I was with your quiz results. I'm happy to see you're putting enough effort into your studies. You're a bright young woman."
Ebony smiled at the praise, momentarily forgetting her somewhat exposed state.
"Thanks," she said, turning her eyes away from him and blushing hard.
When Ebony looked back into the teacher's face she saw his eyes staring at her chest. His warm smile had turned almost imperceptibly into a leer. Instantly she was humiliated and the good feeling she had turned sour. What must he think of her now, she wondered? Running around the corridors in this condition like some easy girl.
"Well..." Mister Knowland said awkwardly, his eyes snapping back to meet Ebony's. "Nice seeing you, Ebony."
"Uh huh," the colored girl responded, her mouth suddenly dry.
The white man paused a moment before continuing on his way and disappearing around a corner. Ebony's heart was pounding in her chest. She was mortified. Mister Knowland had obviously seen what was so clearly visible. Breasts hanging unrestrained, dark nipples poking against the almost sheer material. He must think she's just another slutty black girl, not the serious student she wanted him to see.
But, there was no time to dwell on that humiliation. Stuart was waiting with the answers to the next quiz as well as a humiliation of a slightly different nature.
Ebony let herself into the science lab to find the white boy already waiting there.
"I was wonderin' what happened to you," said Stuart. "I was startin' to think you wasn't gonna show up."
"I said I'd be here," Ebony said with indignation. "Give me the answers and let's get this over with. I have to get to work soon."
"Not so fast," Stuart responded. "I've got 'em, but let's have you go first this time. Wade got a bunch of 'em wrong on this one so I had to spend alot of time lookin' 'em up. I wanna be sure I get what I want for all that work."
The black girl's shoulders slumped. Clearly, her control over the situation was slipping away. Ebony looked down at the floor when she saw Stuart staring at her breasts. She couldn't bear watching him leering at her as if she were a picture in a girlie magazine.
"Nice..." murmured the white boy. "Nice boobs. You know I can see your nips? Fuck!"
"Just do what you're gonna do, Stuart," Ebony said with resignation.
Stuart stepped in front her and grabbed her breasts in both hands. He squeezed them roughly and then pushed his lips against hers. She could smell his breath and even the odor of his perspiration. His kiss was even wetter than last time. Soon he was pushing his tongue between her lips. Reluctantly, she parted them to let him get the soft wet thing into her mouth. She struggled not to gag.
"That's better, Ebony," he panted. "See? It ain't so bad. Bet you'll start likin' it before too long."
The white boy went back to kissing the colored girl, slobbering all over her mouth. He released her breasts momentarily, but then she felt his hand going under her blouse. She tried to step away, but her back was up against the wall. Soon his sweaty hands were on her bare breasts, kneading them aggressively. He pinched her nipples painfully between the thumb and forefinger of his hand causing her to gasp.
"I knew you'd come around," said Stuart huskily. "You like it, don't you? You gettin' all hot now, ain't you?"
"No, Stuart," she said testily. "You're hurting me. You're too rough."
"C'mon," he replied. "I know better. This is how you nigger girls like it."
Stuart started kissing her some more and she felt a hand go from her breast and down to the waistband of her skirt. He was trying to force it under her panties when she finally pushed him away.
"Enough!" she said harshly. "There's a limit on what I'll put up with! I let you have your fun, now give me the answers to the test."
The white boy stepped back awkwardly. Stuart's face was red and he was breathing hard. Ebony could see his erection tenting his slacks.
"Lemme touch your pussy an' I'll give 'em to you," he said breathlessly. "C'mon, Ebony. Lemme touch it."
"You've touched me enough for now," she said angrily, tucking her blouse back in. "You promised to give me that paper. If you don't, I'll never trust you again and you've had your last 'bare tit' from me!"
"If you want 'em, you'll let me touch your pussy," he was adamant. "Just a touch, that's all."
Ebony exhaled heavily. She had to have those answers. But she also had to maintain some kind of control.
"Okay, Stuart," she said at last. "But only for a second and it's gotta be on top of my panties. Deal?"
"Alright," the white boy sighed. "But you gotta lift your skirt up so I can see."
Ebony rolled her eyes and grabbed hold of the hem of her skirt and held it up, revealing her white cotton panties. Stuart reached between her legs and roughly mashed her pussy through her underwear.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Stuart. "I knew it! Your pussy's wet! Niggers love it rough. Don't you?"
"Stop it, you're hurting me again," complained the colored girl, pushing his hand away. "You've had your feel. Now give me what I came for."
Stuart dug into his book bag and produced a paper. He offered it to Ebony. She reached out to take it, but he dropped it before she could grasp it and it fell to the floor. The white boy made no move to pick it up. The negro girl bent down to retrieve the fruit of her labor.
Ebony looked up into Stuart's grinning face and flushed with shame. She stuffed the paper into her book bag and left the science lab without saying anything.
"Bye, Ebony," he called after her. "See you next time."
The teenager hurried back towards the girl's room, her sore breasts bouncing with each step and her tender nipples rubbing painfully against her blouse. She hadn't even noticed the gray haired black man mopping the floor until she almost collided with him.
"Whoa there, missy," said the janitor with a gap toothed grin. "Slow yo'self down o' you's gonna slip an' fall. I ain't wanna see a sweet young thang like you gettin' all banged up."
Ebony saw immediately that the old negro was leering at her chest. She put her hand up over her breasts to cover them.
"Awww," he said with mock disappointment. "That ain't no way to be! Deprivin' a ol' man o' somethin' pretty! C'mon, girlie, let me have a peek at what you got! You been showin' it off to somebody, so why not me?"
The black girl blushed furiously and continued on her way.
"Be dat way den," called the old colored man. "It ain't like I ain't never seen no nigga girl's boobies. Even uppity ones like you. Dey's all da same un'erneath."
Humiliated, Ebony rushed into the girl's room and locked herself in a toilet stall. She took off her blouse and looked down at her mauled breasts. Her nipples were like hard black pebbles. They were also very sensitive, having been rubbed raw on the cotton of her top.
Ebony dug her bra out of her book bag and put it on. She took special care to be gentle with her breasts which were quite sore from being manhandled by the horny white teenager. She put the blouse back on and tucked it into her skirt.
She stepped out of the stall and checked herself in the mirror to make sure she looked respectable again. She did, but Ebony didn't feel respectable. She felt like a whore.
* * *
Ora Lee was already waiting out in front of the high school building when Ebony got there. The big girl seemed happy to see her, but the young negro didn't feel good about being seen. She'd been on top of the world when Mister Knowland handed back her test results. Now she felt like a piece of meat.
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