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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
Taneesha and Jolene had gone out after dinner that night leaving Henrietta home alone. No more was said about the teenager's involvement with Stuart, but the old colored lady was pleased to see her granddaughter following in the tradition that she herself had lived. Even better, the girl understood her place and reveled in it, much like her aunt.
Henrietta had decided to wash her hair and relax around the house until they returned. She was just coming down the stairs, wrapped in her worn blue housecoat, her hair in curlers, when she heard a car in the driveway. Peering out the kitchen door window, she saw a young white man climbing out of a red compact car. He walked right up to the door. She opened it before he could knock.
"Kin I he'p, you, suh?" she asked.
"Uh, hi...," he stammered. "Is Neesha home?"
"I's sorry, suh," answered Henrietta. "She went out wit' her aunt. Don't know when dey be back."
"Oh..., well..., thanks anyways," replied the young man.
"'xcuse me fo' askin', suh," the old black woman said. "But is you Mister Stuart?"
"Uh..., yeah," answered Stuart.
"Well, I's pleased to be meetin' you, suh!" smiled Henrietta. "Neesha been goin' on 'bout you!"
"Really?" asked Stuart. "You must be her mama... I'm glad to meet you, too..."
"Her mama?!" blushed Henrietta, trying to suppress a smile. "Neesha's my gran'baby, suh! You a real sweet talker! But, I's real happy to hear how she be servin' a such a nice young white man!"
"Servin' me?" the white boy said nervously. "She's a nice girl an' we're friends an' all that..."
"You ain't gotta be shy 'bout dat," Henrietta assured him. "Ain't no shame in a white man usin' a nigga girl. It's da most nat'ral thing dere is. Neesha's happy to serve you, suh. An' I's honored you come by to see her, suh. I truly is."
"Thanks," Stuart managed to reply, his face reddening. "I... I guess I'll see her in school..."
"You kin wait fo' her here if'n you don't mind," offered Henrietta. "We gots some sodas an' some lemonade if'n you want some."
Henrietta watched the white boy consider her invitation and couldn't help noticing his eyes wandering down her body. She realized that her robe must have loosened as she walked to the door and was revealing some of her nakedness underneath. A good deal of her cleavage was showing and it clearly had Stuart's attention. The old black woman blushed at the notion that this teenaged white boy was checking her out. She made no move to cover herself.
"Uh..., sure!" he smiled, looking up into her face. "Thanks, ma'am. I appreciate it!"
"Please, suh," replied the old colored lady, "you ain't gotta call me ma'am. I's jus' a nigga. You kin call me Etta if you want to. But, it's yo' right to call me what pleases you."
"Okay..., Etta," Stuart responded.
Stuart followed as Henrietta led him to the living room and offered him the nicest chair there. Her robe had loosened further and when she faced him, she knew he was getting an eyeful.
"You want some lemonade, suh?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes, please," he answered. "I'd like that."
As she turned to go fetch the drink, she stole a glance at the white boy. Henrietta could see that Stuart was sporting a hard on under his jeans. The old negress was thrilled to know she could have an effect like that on the white boy.
Alone in the kitchen, Henrietta quickly took the curlers out of her hair. She wanted to look her best for Stuart.
When Henrietta returned with the lemonade, Stuart looked up at her, but his eyes were drawn to her chest. Her robe had parted sufficiently to show plenty of flesh between her breasts. The colored lady made a point of bending over to give him a better view as she set his glass on the table beside the chair. Her heavy mammaries swung freely in that position. The young white man got an eyeful and then some.
"Thanks," said Stuart, pausing. "For the lemonade!"
"You welcome, suh," said Henrietta, slowly standing back up, making no move to close the robe up.
She could see his eyes were glued to her mammaries and smiled to herself. After a few seconds, Stuart managed to look up into Henrietta's face and was instantly embarrassed to realize that she must have seen him staring.
"You like what you see, suh?" asked the black woman, smiling warmly.
"Uh...," Stuart squirmed, his erection obvious. "I'm sorry... I... uh..."
"Couldn't he'p it?" Henrietta finished gently. "Don't be embarrassed. I ain't mind at all. I din't think no fine young white man'd be wantin' to look at no ol' colored lady. You wanna see more? I's honored to show you what I gots. I ain't no white woman, suh. I's a nigga. It be yo' right to see what you want."
"Well, yeah...," the white boy admitted sheepishly. "I do."
Henrietta felt stirrings she hadn't felt for some time. Mister Walker still enjoyed her charms almost every day, but Stuart was a handsome young white man. The negress opened her robe, exposing her naked body to the teenaged boy. She could feel her pussy tingling and getting damp. Seeing his arousal only increased her own.
"I hope I ain't makin' you uncomfortable," she said, eyeing the bulge in his trousers. "I kin he'p you wit' dat if'n you want."
Stuart blushed and shifted around some more. His eyes darted down to drink in the sight of the nearly naked negress.
"How do you mean?" he asked expectantly, looking up at her.
"I kin tell dat you be likin' what you be seein'," Henrietta explained. "An I kin tell you be needin' some relief. Please, suh, let dis nigga serve you."
"Okay," replied Stuart, his voice cracking.
Henrietta smiled and let her robe slide off her shoulders onto the floor. She lowered herself to her knees in front of Stuart. She reached forward and unfastened his belt and the button on his jeans.
"Please scoot up, sugar," she asked gently, "so's I kin git dese pants down."
Stuart lifted himself up off the chair long enough for Henrietta to pull his jeans down, freeing his straining erection. She wrapped her hand around his cock. The old colored lady looked into the white teen's face and grinned broadly.
"Lawdy!" Henrietta exclaimed. "You got a big one, suh! My oh my!"
The young white man smiled back.
"Don't worry none, suh," she assured him. "I kin git it in my mouf jus' fine. You jus' relax an' enjoy yo'se'f while dis nigga be takin' care o' you."
Henrietta leaned her head into Stuart's lap and touched her tongue to the head of his dick. It was slick with pre cum and she lovingly kissed it. She looked into his face and smiled, her lips coated with the thick clear liquid. Returning her attention to the matter at hand, the old negress slurped the young white man's cock into her mouth. She sucked it gently, bobbing her head slowly on it.
Stuart moaned with pleasure as Henrietta squeezed the base of his cock and began stroking him. Without letting his dick slip out of her mouth, she worked her tongue around and around the head of it. The old negro woman could taste the pre cum still leaking out of him.
The colored woman increased the pace of her ministrations. Bobbing her head faster and stroking him more vigorously. Stuart groaned and Henrietta could tell he was about to climax. She worked her free hand between his thighs, her finger in the crack of his ass. He parted his legs to give her greater access and she was reassured that he wanted her to continue.
Henrietta felt Stuart's dick twitch and knew he was past the point of no return. She pushed her finger firmly against his asshole and he exploded in her mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" cried Stuart, his eyes wide. "Ohhh!!!"
The old black woman kept working the teenager's cock with her mouth and hand. Stuart ejaculated hard against the back of her throat. Henrietta greedily sucked every bit sperm down. At last his orgasm subsided and his dick softened. She let it slip out from between her lips and kissed it on the tip. She looked up and smiled warmly at him, a strand of semen hanging from her thick negro lips.
"Fuck...," sighed the white boy, "I never felt nothin' like that! Fuck..."
"I knows a thing or two 'bout pleasin' white mens," said Henrietta, smiling sweetly. "I's glad you liked it. It was a honor to serve you, suh. I's grateful fo' da chance. Thank you, suh."
"You're welcome..., Etta," replied Stuart. "You know plenty."
"Well, used to be dat a young man like you be havin' a mammy lookin' after him," the old negress started. "She be takin' care o' him when he jus' a chil'. Wet nursin' him. Washin' him. Cookin' fo' him. Cleanin' his clothes. All dat. An', when he start growin' up an' bein' a man, dat mammy be showin' him what goes where an' takin' care o' his needs."
"Really?" asked Stuart. "I'd love that. Some of my friends got colored maids workin' at their house, but I ain't never heard of them gettin' takin' care of like that!"
"It's da truth, suh," Henrietta assured him. "I used to be takin' care o' a young white man 'bout yo' age. I be takin' care o' dem same needs. Sometimes he even be bringin' his friends 'round an' I be takin' care o' dem, too."
"Wow!" exclaimed the white teenager. "You actually did that?"
"Yes, suh," replied the colored lady. "He be da boss's son an' it be his right to use me like he wants. So when he be bringin' his friends 'round, I jus' do like he say. It ain't my place to be sayin' no to him"
* * *
I's in da kitchen one day when George come home from school. Dat's the boss man's son's name. Well, he gots a few o' his friends wit' him. Dey all jus' standin' dere for a bit, not sayin' nothin'.
"Y'all want some cookies or somethin'?" I asks.
"Nah," says George. "Get them clothes off, nigger. We want some poontang, but first my buddies wanna get a good look at what they gettin'."
I's a li'l su'prised to hear him talkin' to me dat way, but it don't matter. He da boss man's son an' he kin talk da way he wants. I knows he wants to show off fo' his friends dat he got a nigga he can do like he wants wit'.
So, I don't say nothin' back, but I starts takin' off my apron an' den my dress. Pretty soon I's jus' standin' dere naked as a jay bird. Dem boys all be lookin' at me an' it be real embarrassin'. 'Course I can't he'p it dat I's likin' it some, too. George ain't be showin' me off to his friends 'less he think I's somethin' good.
"My nigger at home ain't so old," says one boy. "But her tits ain't so big as this one. They're pretty saggy, but I like 'em. Kinda like them African niggers in the National Geographic in the school library."
Dem boys all be starin' at my titties, but I's glad dey like what dey see. My coochie be all tinglin', too. Like I says, I can't he'p it.
"We ain't got no nigger at our house," says another boy. "But if we did, we'd be fuckin' her all the time if she looked like this one."
Dere be one more boy, kinda younger, but he look like da one dat jus' be talkin'. Might a been brothers.
"Git on up to my room, nigger," George say to me once dey finished lookin' me over. "We all gonna git some o' that now."
So, I start goin' to da stairs. I knows they starin' at my black ass on da way up to George's room. I's embarrassed, 'cause I know it be jigglin' while I's goin' up da stairs.
Now, George, he been usin' me pretty near ev'ry day by den. I be wakin' him up fo' school an' he be wantin' his dick sucked or he be wantin' some pussy. He git his nut an' go get ready while I be goin' down an' fix his breakfast. He be usin' me again when he come home, but, dis da first time he be lettin' anybody else use me. So, I's a li'l 'xcited 'bout it.
"Git on the bed an' spread them legs, nigger," George be tellin' me. "Who's first?"
I gits up on da bed and spread my legs like he say. All them boys be starin' at my coochie now. I kin tell dey su'prised to see how I ain't got no hair down dere.
"Bald pussy!" says da older brother. "I kin see her gash! Damn!"
Da younger brother be starin' wit' his mouf open. I's blushin', but I ain't think dey kin tell.
"Yeah, my dad likes it that way, so he makes her shave it," says George. "I like it, too. Shows the nigger who's pussy it is."
"It looks hot," da older brother agrees. "If we had a nigger, I'd make her shave her pussy, too. An' make her show it off all the time."
"I'll fuck her first," says da boy wit' his own nigga to home. "My Belle's the only nigger I fucked before. I wanna see if this one's pussy's any different. I can't tell if y'all get it all sloppy first."
"All right," says George. "You first. But I wanna fuck Belle later. Got it?"
"No problem, bro," da boy says back while he takin' his pants down. "She's a good nigger. She'll do what I tell her to do an' fuck who I tell her to fuck."
It be pretty humiliatin' to hear my George tradin' a turn fuckin' me wit' a turn fuckin' some other nigga, but I gotta jus' take it. So, I jus keep layin' dere naked wit' my legs open waitin' fo' da boy to stick his dick in me.
He climbs up 'tween my legs an' pokes his dick in dere. I ain't wet or nothin' so it hurts some when it go in. But, I knows better dan to be cryin' 'bout it so I take it an' don't say nothin'. He starts doin' his bidness an' I starts to squeeze on his dick wit' my coochie. George an' his daddy like dat alot an' I figure I kin get dis boy to bust his nut quick if I do like dat.
Sho' 'nuff, it ain't long 'fore he pantin' wit' his face all red an' he be shootin' his stuff off inside me. I kin tell by da way he gruntin' dat he be likin' it, too. After a time, he gets back up an' pulls his pants up.
"Goddam!" he says. "That nigger was jackin' me off with her pussy! Damn! You gotta get her to tell Belle how to do that!"
Even though he ain't talkin' to me, I's glad he liked what I's doin' fo' him.
Den da older brother take his turn. Dat boy already got his pants off an' climbs right 'tween my legs an' sticks his dick right up inside me. By now my coochie's wet so it don't hurt no more. I kin tell watchin' da first boy fuck me got him all hot 'cause he jus' start poundin' into me right away.
I's gonna take care o' him like da other one, but he so 'xcited an' fuckin' me so fas' dat I can't do it. But, it don't matter none 'cause he bust his nut in jus' a few seconds.
"Oh, man!" he be cryin'. "That's some good pussy, all right! You gotta good nigger, buddy."
"She gotta good pussy," George be agreein' wit' him. "An' she can suck dick good, too."
I know it be degradin' for him to be talkin' dat way 'bout me, but I's proud to be hearin' him braggin' on me to his friends like dat.
"All right, Andy," says da brother. "Your turn now."
Da younger boy be lookin' all embarrassed. But, I kin see da bulge in his pants, so I knows he likes what he sees.
"Not with you guys here," Andy tells 'em. "I jus' can't."
"Too shy?" laughs the brother. "C'mon, guys. Andy don't want no audience."
George agrees an' dey leave da young one alone wit' me. Even after dey go, he's still bein' shy.
"What's wrong, suh?" I ask him. "Don't you want no pussy?"
"I jus' don't like nobody to see me naked," he says. "'Course I want some pussy!"
"I won't look if'n you don't want me to, suh," I tells him. "I jus' look da other way while you do yo' bidness in me."
I turns my head away an' I hears him unzip his pants an' climb 'tween my legs. I can feel his dick goin' 'tween my ass cheeks an' he starts to humpin'. I kin tell he be gettin' frustrated. Right away I knows what's wrong.
"You ain't never been wit' no woman 'fore, had you?" I say. "Is I yo' first?"
"Yeah," he says. "They don't know that, but, yeah."
"You want me to he'p you, suh?" I asks.
"Uh huh," says him.
I reach down an' take his dick in my hand. He already goin' soft, poor thang! I give it a squeeze an' feel it gettin' big agin.
"Dat feel good, sugar?" I asks him all sweet like.
"Yeah," he say.
Once he get hard, I puts the head o' his dick up to my hole.
"You gots a big one, sugar," I tells him. "Dat's my hole dere. You kin just push it in."
I feel him slide inside an' start humpin' me agin.
"Dat's it," I tells him. "You fuckin' me now, sugar. You fuckin' dis nigga good."
He starts goin' faster an' I start squeezin' him like I done da first one.
"Dat feel good?" I asks him. "You like my pussy, sugar?"
"Yeah..." he says all out o' breath. "I can't hold back no more..."
Den he shoots off in my coochie! He musta been savin' it up, 'cause he jus' keep cumin' an cumin'! After he spent, he jus' lay on me wit' his head on my titties 'til his dick get soft an' slide out o' my hole.
"Don't tell 'em I'm a virgin," he asks me.
"I ain't gonna tell nobody nothin', sugar," I says. "Thank you fo' lettin' me be yo' first, suh. I's honored. An' I's grateful to be servin' you."
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" he asked.
I's touched dat dis boy wanna kiss dis ol' nigga an' he be askin' first even though he jus' be fuckin' me.
"'Course you can, sugar," I says all sweet.
He kissed me an' got off da bed an' pulled up his pants. He opened da door an' da other boys came in.
"So, how was the nigger?" asked the brother. "She's got some good pussy, eh?"
"Yeah," agreed Andy. "She's great. I wish we had her at home."
"Okay, boys," George says. "Watch how a real man uses a nigger. Git up on your knees, girl, an' spread them cheeks. I'm gonna fuck you up the ass."
Dose boys jus' stood an' watched while I sits up on da bed an' rolls over on my knees. It be pretty embarrassin' to be spreadin' my ass cheeks 'cause I knows dey could be seein' everythin'. But, it ain't my place to be sayin' no, so I jus' do like I's tol'.
George drops his pants an' gits up behind me. I kin feel his dick pokin' my butt hole so I push back so he kin git it in me. He ain't gentle when he shoves it in an' it hurts. I tries to jus' take it, but it ain't easy.
"Ow!" I says, hard as I be tryin' not to be sayin' nothin'.
"Wha's wrong wit' you, nigger?" he be askin' while he stickin' his dick up my ass.
"I's sorry, suh," I 'pologize. "I couldn't he'p it."
Dat boy jus' start tearin' my ass up. Poundin' his dick up my butt hole far as it kin go. I turn my face away from dem boys so dey can't see da tears. I ain't want dat sweet young one to feel bad seein' me gittin' used so hard. I start squeezin' on George's dick tryin' to git him to nut quick.
"I tell ya, boys, this nigger's got a nice tight asshole," says George. "I love fuckin' it. She acts like she don't like it, but I bet she does."
I kin hear some o' dem boys laughin' at dat.
"Look at them udders swingin'!" says one. "Them hangers got a lotta stretch in 'em! Not like Belle's. Hers don't hardly swing at all."
"Yeah, it's like she's a big nigger cow!" says the older brother.
I don't hear da young one say nothin' an' I turn my head to see 'em. I see he's starin' at my titties an' he's likin' what he be seein'. I figger I start talkin' jus' to put George over da top.
"Oh, Lawdy!" I cries. "You got such a big dick, suh! You fuckin' yo' ol' mammy's ass good! Please, suh, fill my fat nigga ass up wit' yo' cum. Give yo' ol' mammy what she needs! Hurt my ass, suh. Keep fuckin' it good!"
I be squeezin' his dick tight as I kin an' he grunts an' shoots off real quick den. Now, he been fuckin' me 'fore he went to school, but he still got plenty 'nuff cum to fill my black ass up!
Den he pull out an' stand on da floor, pullin' his pants up. I kin feel his spunk leakin' out o' my butt hole an' drippin' down. Both my holes is pretty sore now. But, I ain't mindin' it none 'cause dem boys liked usin' me so much. It be dere right to be doin' it, so I might as well enjoy it.
"Go an' fetch them cookies now, girl," says George. "An' don't bother puttin' them clothes back on. Git a move on, nigger!"
I git right up an' go do like he say. When I git back wit' a plate o' cookies, dey all lookin' at George's girlie books. I sets da plate on da desk.
"You can go now," says George. "Close the door when you leave."
* * *
"So, I goes back to da kitchen an' git dressed," Henrietta finished the story. "An' start workin' on dinner."
"Wow, Etta!" exclaimed Stuart. "They sure were lucky to have you!"
"Awww, thank you suh," blushed the old negress. "Truth is, I's da lucky one. Havin' dem handsome young mens wantin' me dat way. It was a honor."
"Well, I wish I had a mammy like you," said the white boy. "I wish you was my mammy! I don't know that I'd wanna share you. But I'd do the other stuff!"
The colored woman glanced at the young man's crotch. Obviously, he'd enjoyed the story and was ready for action.
"Like what, sugar?" Henrietta asked suggestively. "You wanna fuck me like dem boys did? Is dat it? You want some poontang?"
"Yeah," agreed Stuart.
"Tell me what to do, suh," the black lady offered. "Tell me like I's yo' ol' mammy."
"Go lay on the couch, Etta," ordered the white boy.
"Yes, suh, boss!" said the old negro woman.
Henrietta smiled and rose to her feet. She walked over to the couch and lay on her back. While she believed that it was the young white man's right to direct her, she surprised herself by how arousing she found it.
"Open them legs up, nigger," commanded Stuart.
Stuart pulled his pants off and his erection sprung out. Henrietta's pussy gushed while she watched happily as he walked towards her. His hard cock bounced with each step. She opened her legs wide.
To her surprise, Stuart kneeled beside the couch and put his head between Henrietta's legs. He inhaled deeply, clearly enjoying her scent.
"I want to taste your pussy," he announced.
"I's yo' mammy, suh," she responded. "You kin do what you want wit' me."
The white boy proceeded to run his tongue up and down the negresses' shaved slit. Her legs trembled with pleasure as she felt the soft wetness on her clit. Stuart lapped hungrily at the old black woman's pussy.
"Oh, massa!" cried Henrietta. "You makin' dis nigga feel so good! You too kind!"
Stuart pushed his tongue into her vagina. Henrietta resisted the urge to clamp his head between her legs and grind herself on him. She knew it was about his pleasure, not hers. He wanted to taste her pussy, so she kept her legs open and her sex accessible and available to him.
After a couple minutes he climbed between her legs. She felt his hard cock probing around her crotch.
"Help me," Stuart said quietly. "Like you did that boy."
Henrietta knew exactly what he wanted. She was happy he felt uninhibited enough with her to ask. She reached between her legs and grabbed Stuart's dick. She positioned the head right at the entrance to her vagina.
"Here, sugar," she told him softly. "Dis is my hole, suh. You kin jus' push it right in an' you be fuckin' me."
Stuart slowly slid the length of his cock into Henrietta's pussy. She was soaked and it went in easily. She smiled up at him with a dumb look on her face while he started stroking in and out of her.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Dat's da way, sugar. Fuck yo' ol' mammy, boss. Dat's what I's fo! Takin' yo' dick an' takin' yo' cum! Fuck yo' nigga, suh!"
Henrietta started squeezing and releasing Stuart's cock to match the rhythm of his thrusts. She watched as his eyes grew large and his breathing quickened.
"You gonna bust yo' nut in me, boss?" she asked happily. "You gonna dump yo' load up my coochie? Please, sugar? Cum in dis ol' nigga's pussy? Cum fo' yo' ol' mammy?"
"Uh huh..." sighed Stuart. "Ahhh..."
The old colored woman smiled open mouthed as she felt the young white man release into her pussy. Jet after jet of hot semen shot into her. Using the muscles of her vagina, Henrietta milked Stuart's cock until his orgasm subsided.
"Oh, thank you, suh!" exclaimed the negress. "Thank you fo' usin' yo' ol' mammy."
Stuart looked down at her and pressed his lips to hers.
"Thank you, Etta," he said after kissing her. "You don't know how long I've been fantasizin' about havin' a colored lady like you."
"I's honored, suh," said Henrietta.
The young white man stood and dressed. Henrietta sat up but made no move to retrieve her robe.
"I oughtta get going," said Stuart. "Too bad I missed Neesha. But, I'm glad I met you!"
"I's glad, too, suh," Henrietta told him.
Together, the young white man and the gray haired naked negress went to the kitchen door.
"Bye, Etta," he said.
"Good bye, sugar," smiled the old colored lady. "Don't forget 'bout yo' ol' mammy here. You kin come an' use me anytime I's here."
"What about Neesha?" asked Stuart.
"Don't you worry none 'bout her, suh," winked Henrietta. "You kin use her, too."
Stuart made his way to his car. Henrietta stood naked in the doorway and waved to him as he backed down the driveway. She stayed there until he was out of sight and then went back into the house.
Henrietta spent a few minutes putting the rollers back in her hair before going to get her robe back on. She sat in the chair the white boy had occupied while she'd sucked him off. The old colored woman was happy to know she could still fill a young man like Stuart with desire for her. She was already looking forward to his next visit.
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