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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 came down to breakfast only to find Henrietta making breakfast instead of Bernadine. Ebony was still getting dressed and Jolene was nowhere to be seen.
"Ain't mama up yet?" asked the colored teen. "She usually already done an' drinkin' her coffee by now."
"Yo' mama had a late night las' night, child," replied Henrietta. "Yo' aunt did, too. Dey was helpin' out up to Mister Hutz's place."
"You ain't goin' to work today, big mama?" Taneesha inquired. "You usually already gone dis late."
"Dat's right, girl," Henrietta told her. "Massa Walker still ain't home, so I's stayin' here today."
"Well," started the black girl, "I's askin' 'cause Mister Stuart wants to come over after school an' he be wantin' to see you, too,"
"Dat young man wants to see me?!" blushed the old black woman. "Oh, lawdy! I's glad he be likin' a ol' lady like me, 'specially when he got a fine young girl like you."
"He tol' me how you be talkin' to him when he come callin' dat time when me an' Lena ain't here," said Taneesha. "He was sayin' you took care o' his... needs. Did you really do dat?"
"'Course I did, Neesha," Henrietta answered. "I knows it's you he be comin' to see. But, when you ain't around fo' him, I gots to be servin' him right an' make sho' he gits what he wants. Ain't no white man's gonna be comin' to dis house an' be goin' away not satisfied."
"Uh...," stammered the teen, looking down at the table, "kin you learn me how you was servin' him, big mama? An'... kin you do it again? Like today after school? An' kin I help? I wants to be a good nigga fo' him."
Taneesha looked up expectantly.
"Course I kin, baby girl," smiled the colored lady. "I's happy you be wantin' to learn. Yo' mama, well..., she don't think much o' dat kind o' thing. I don't think yo' sista do neither. But, you a good girl an' I's happy to learn you to serve Mister Stuart proper like."
"Yeah, mama ain't un'erstandin' how I feels," Taneesha said. "She don't think it's right fo' a white man to be usin' a colored girl. An' I know she ain't gonna un'erstan' how I like it an' want it. I's glad I gots you an' Aunt Lena to talk to 'bout it."
"Well, don't you worry none, child," Henrietta assured her. "I din't have da right attitude when I's a young woman, but after a time, I come to un'erstan' how things is. I even come to like it.
"Kin you imagine some fine white lady gittin' down wit' a sweet boy like Mister Stuart?" the old negro lady asked rhetorically. "Hell, no! It jus' ain't proper. But, I kin git dat young white dick 'cause I's jus' a nigga an' ain't nobody gon' think nothin' of it. It be his right to use me, an' it be my place to serve him."
Taneesha squirmed in her seat and squeezed her thighs together as she listened to Henrietta's words. She hadn't thought that Stuart would make something like that up, but it was hard for the black teen to imagine him with her grandmother. Still, she found the idea arousing even though she didn't understand why. She just knew that if that's what the white boy liked, then she wanted to be able to give it to him.
* * *
That afternoon, Taneesha hurried home from where the school bus dropped her off. She went in the kitchen door and found Henrietta waiting for her. Her grandmother was dressed in her maid's uniform. Her hair was nicely done and she'd obviously spent some time applying makeup and lipstick.
"Is you goin' out, big mama?" asked Taneesha. "I tol' Mister Stuart dat you be here to see him. He be comin' soon."
"I ain't goin' nowhere, child," Henrietta laughed. "I's jus' wantin' to look my best for dat young white man. Lena be upstairs finishin' herself up, too."
"Aunt Lena?" Taneesha said with surprise. "She gonna be here, too?"
"She wants to help, too," replied the colored lady. "You an' her's alot alike, Neesha. She always be likin' servin' white folks. Dat Mister Stuart gonna love havin' three niggas takin' care o' him. You kin believe dat!"
Taneesha felt a nervous excitement building inside her. Her pussy was soaked and throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.
"Thank you, big mama," said Taneesha happily.
"You run along upstairs now, girl," Henrietta told her. "Lena be tellin' you how to make yo'se'f ready."
Taneesha went up the stairs. Jolene was sitting on her bed, running a big black comb through her short nappy hair. She was completely nude.
"Dat you, Neesha?" she called out. "Git on in here."
The young black teenager entered her aunt's bedroom. Jolene turned to face her. Taneesha blushed and looked at the floor, feeling a little embarrassed to be seeing her mother's sister naked.
"If you all bashful 'bout seein' my titties, girl, you ain't gonna be able to serve dat white boy o' yours right," Jolene told her. "We all is gonna be naked. Dats how a nigga serves a white man 'less he say diff'rent. Now go get dem clothes off an git back here."
"'kay," replied Taneesha.
The colored girl went to her bedroom and quickly stripped off her school clothes. When she returned to her aunt's room, Jolene was still seated on the bed.
"Now, pay attention, Neesha," instructed Jolene. "Put yo' hands behind yo' head an' put yo' fingers all together. Keep yo' elbows back an' spread out. Push dem titties out. Dat's a girl. Now spread dem legs far as you kin. Dat's da display position. When you servin' a white man an' you jus' standin' dere waitin' to hear what he want, dat's how you be. He's gonna be wantin' to see what's his, an' dat's you!"
Taneesha found Jolene's instructions to be embarrassing, but she knew that Stuart would like seeing her posing this way for him. She laced her fingers behind her head and thrust her chest out. She felt a little wobbly standing with her feet so far apart.
"Careful, girl!" laughed Jolene. "You doin' good, but you ain't wantin' to be tippin' over! You kin put dem feet a little more together so you kin stand steady."
Relieved, Taneesha slid one foot a little closer until she felt stable standing there.
"Dat's fine, Neesha," said Jolene approvingly. "Oh, he gon' 'bout nut when he sees his nigga display fo' him like dat! Believe me, girl, dose white men jus' love it dat way!"
Taneesha managed a bashful smile at the praise. She also felt a familiar wetness between her legs.
"How long 'fore he here?" Jolene wanted to know.
"Uh...," pondered Taneesha. "A half hour or so."
"Good," stated Jolene. "Den we got time to take care o' dat bush! Come on wit' me, girl."
Puzzled, Taneesha followed her aunt into the bathroom. Jolene picked up a can of shaving cream and a razor.
"Stand in da tub," instructed Jolene. "I's gon' shave dat cat bare. Yo' white man gonna love dat, too. Dey always do! I been keepin' mine dat way since 'fore I's yo' age. Massa Walker always got real 'cited seeing my naked coochie, an' I jus' loved makin' dat ol' man happy."
Taneesha climbed into the bathtub while Jolene squirted out a handful of foam. The older woman applied it to her niece's pussy and then started shaving her pubic hairs off. The young teenager was a little anxious about having the sharp instrument so close to her tender parts.
"Hold still, girl," warned Jolene. "Later, I be learnin' you to be doin' dis yo' own se'f. But, I do it now since we ain't got much time an' I don't want you nickin' yo' cat up! A man don't like seein' his nigga's coochie all marked up 'less he do it his own se'f!"
The negro girl wasn't sure she heard that right. Stuart might want to mark her pussy up? Taneesha imagined him wanting to take a switch or a belt to her. And, she imagined herself taking it gladly to please him and to show him she was his.
"Squat down a li'l, so's I kin see if I got it all," Jolene told her.
Taneesha's spur of the moment fantasy combined with her anticipation of what was to come had her clit throbbing. Her legs trembled when she felt Jolene's hand between her legs. Her aunt looked up at her and smiled.
"You'll do," said Jolene. "I'll jus' wipe you off now."
Jolene got a wash cloth and ran warm water on it. She put it between Taneesha's legs and mopped up the remains of the shaving cream and pubic hairs. The teenager moaned quietly and bucked her hips slightly in response to her aunt's touch.
"Feels good, don't it, girl," said Jolene softly.
Taneesha blushed when she realized what she'd been doing. The negro girl was mortified that she was taking pleasure from her own aunt washing her!
"Sorry, Lena," Taneesha apologized sheepishly. "I... I couldn't he'p it."
"Ain't nothin' to be sorry 'bout, girl," Jolene replied, still holding the wash cloth between her niece's legs. "You a nigga. Dat's how we is. Ain't no shame it it. I din't mean to make you all embarrassed. You wants me to stop?"
Taneesha shook her head, her face flushed from embarrassment and arousal. It seemed to her that there must be something wrong with what she was feeling, but she didn't want it to stop. She closed her eyes and just let it happen. Jolene returned to rubbing her niece's pussy as the girl humped back against it.
"That's right, girl," cooed Jolene. "Jus' relax an' enjoy it. You jus' a nigga like me. You ain't gotta do nothin' 'cept fo' takin' it."
The wash cloth slipped out of Jolene's hand, but she continued to work Taneesha's pussy. She slipped a finger into her vagina, eliciting a gasp from the teenager. Then she ran it up the girl's slit until she found her clit. Gently, the older woman caressed her niece's sensitive nub until she gushed into her aunt's hand.
"Oh!" cried Taneesha. "Uh... Ahhh..."
The orgasm wasn't so powerful as it was satisfying. Much of the tension and apprehension Taneesha had been feeling seemed to melt away. She looked at Jolene with new eyes.
"That's a good girl," her aunt praised her. "Don't dat feel good?"
The negro teen nodded bashfully. The idea that it was okay for her to enjoy this was a new one, but one she could get used to.
Her legs wobbly, Taneesha stepped out of the shower. Looking at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the door she saw her bald pussy for the first time in several years. Something about seeing herself that way made her feel even more naked and exposed. The thought that she'd changed her appearance in order to please Stuart gave her a warm glow inside. She knew he'd like it.
"Let's get ready to greet yo' white man," Jolene said after letting Taneesha get a good look at herself in the mirror.
Jolene and Taneesha returned to the older woman's bedroom.
"Up on da bed on yo' hands an' knees, Neesha," instructed her aunt. "Time fo' you to learn to present yo'se'f proper like. Open dem legs up an' stick dat booty in da air."
"You makin' yo' holes available to yo' massa, so do it good," added Jolene. "Sometimes dey be wantin' you to look back at 'em an' smile like some dumb nigga. But, mostly dey like you puttin' yo' face into da mattress so you ain't nothin' but a pair o' holes fo' dem to put dere dicks in."
Taneesha felt like a wanton slut in the position her aunt put her in. Her head rested on the bed, her legs spread, her back arched down, and her ass in the air, the black girl imagined she was a bitch in heat. But, it made sense to her. Dogs can't talk so how does the female show the male she's ready to be taken? By making it so clear and obvious that there's no mistaking her intentions. Stuart would know instinctively what she wanted and what she was for.
"Dat's jus' da way, girl!" Jolene praised her niece. "You showin' dat coochie an' ass jus' perfect! No white man gonna be holdin' back seein' you like dat! Dey gonna want some, an' quick!"
The bed sagged as Jolene climbed up beside Taneesha. The teenager turned her head and saw that her aunt had assumed the same position that she was in and was side by side with her.
"Aren't you gonna meet him first, Lena?" asked Taneesha with surprise. "You ain't never even seen his face!"
"Dat don't matter none," Jolene winked. "Dat ain't da part o' him I's gonna be acquainted wit'! When he come in here an' see two nigga's presentin' dey holes fo' him, he gonna nut right dere!"
Taneesha heard voices downstairs and started to get up.
"Where you goin', girl?" Jolene whispered. "Git back in position or you gonna be messin' dis up."
The young negress felt like a total slut as she put her head back down on the bed and raised her ass. She could hear foot steps on the stairs.
"Right in here, boss," Henrietta was saying. "I gots two niggas jus' waitin' fo' you. Dey all ready fo' use, suh."
"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Stuart. "This is so fuckin' hot!"
"I's glad you dey pleasin' fo' you, suh," replied Henrietta. "Dey both grateful you like 'em."
Taneesha heard Henrietta's footsteps grow close. The old colored lady put her hand on Jolene's bare ass. The negro teen knew that the white boy couldn't even see her aunt's face, but her sex was plainly exposed.
"Dis here's my girl, Lena," Henrietta introduced her. "Neesha's aunt. She got a nice big booty an' both her holes be nice an' tight. She knows how to be workin' a white man's dick wit' 'em, too. She don't mind takin' it rough, neither, boss. You kin use her as hard as you be wantin' to. Yes, suh, she's a good nigga an' knows what she's fo'."
Taneesha was shocked to hear her grandmother talking about her aunt that way. It was as if Jolene was a whore that Henrietta was trying to coax a customer into using. At the same time, the whole scene was turning her on incredibly. She desperately wanted to squeeze her thighs together and put some pressure on her already throbbing clit. But, with her legs spread so wide, it was impossible.
"An', o' course you knows my gran'baby, Neesha," Henrietta went on, slapping Taneesha gently on the ass. "Sweet young coochie dat I knows you be likin'. She ain't got so many skills as Lena, but she eager to be learnin' 'em. She's a good nigga, too, suh. She wants to be pleasin' to you an' she be doin' whatever you want."
"Damn!" said Stuart. "I wasn't expectin' this! So, I can have either one?"
"Dat's right, boss," Henrietta replied. "Either one or both. An', if you want it, you kin have me. You want dis ol' nigga to be gittin' naked fo' you, too, sugar? Maybe you want to be usin' yo' ol' mammy 'long wit' her girls."
"Yeah, Etta," Stuart told her. "Take your clothes off, too. Suck my dick while I decide which hole I wanna put it in first."
"Yes, suh, boss," said Henrietta eagerly.
Taneesha couldn't believe that Stuart was talking to her grandmother way. But it was turning her on. He was in charge. She could hear Henrietta quickly stripping off her maid's uniform. The next sound she heard was a zipper going down followed by wet slurping and sucking.
"Oh, man, that feels good..." sighed Stuart. "You better stop, Etta. I'll shoot off too quick."
"Whatever you say, boss," Henrietta agreed. "You ready to fuck my girls?"
"Yeah," answered the white boy.
Taneesha felt her grandmother's hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks.
"See dat white stuff on her coochie?" Henrietta asked him. "She's creamin' up she wants dat dick so bad! Only a nigga be gettin' so hot bein' showed off to a white man dis way. An' Neesha's a nigga. Dat's fo' sho'!"
"Wow," replied Stuart. "Is it okay if I touch her?"
"Sugar, you kin do anythin' you want wit' her," laughed Henrietta. "You ain't gotta ask nothin'. You jus' do like you please."
Stuart put his hand on the inside of Taneesha's thigh and moved it up towards her pussy. Her legs trembled. It was humiliating to have her grandmother point out her arousal to the white boy, but she knew she was creaming at this kind of attention. In fact, hearing Henrietta go on about it was making her cream even more. She was embarrassed by it, but at the same time she was happy that he was seeing the evidence of how much she loved being used.
Taneesha gasped when she felt Stuart's hand on her sex. Jolene's touch had felt good, but knowing it was her white man just about drove her over the edge.
"You see dat li'l nub on her, suh?" asked Henrietta. "Right dere 'tween her coochie lips? Dat's her clit. She loves havin' it touched. Jus' like all niggas do. If you want to be makin her feel good, rub it for her. You be controllin' dat pussy den, boss. Ain't nothin' she kin do 'bout it."
As embarrassing as hearing the anatomy lesson was, Taneesha hoped Stuart would put it to good use, and soon! She desperately wanted to feel his touch on her most sensitive parts. He didn't disappoint her. The white boy's hand moved up her slit and his finger found her clit. He rubbed it gently and the colored girl could feel her pussy gush in response.
"Ahhh..." moaned Taneesha. "Ohhh..."
"See dat, boss?" Henrietta said. "She loves it. See how creamy she is now? She be cravin' dat dick bad, suh. Listen to her. She jus' a animal now. A animal in heat."
Stuart didn't let up and Taneesha could feel another orgasm building. She knew if he kept it up much longer, she'd explode.
"Oh, she's close, suh," Henrietta observed. "She gonna cum any second now. An' you in control o' dat, sugar. Dat's yo' pussy you playin' wit'. You kin do how you like wit' it."
"Ahhh!" cried Taneesha. "Ahhh!"
Unlike the orgasm in the tub with Jolene, this one was strong. The teenager's pussy convulsed as the climax washed over her body. Knowing that Stuart was controlling her, possessing her, had just pushed her suddenly over the edge. Her chest heaved and she whimpered into the mattress.
When she calmed down, Taneesha noticed that Stuart's hand was gone. She could hear Jolene's breathing getting labored next to her.
"See how wet dis one is, suh?" Henrietta was saying. "See how dat cream is jus' drippin' off her coochie? Lena's such a nigga dat she gets all 'cited hearin' her li'l niece gettin' played wit'. You kin tell she be wantin' dat same treatment."
"But, you ain't gotta give it to her," continued the old negro lady. "She jus' a nigga. She gotta take what you give her. It ain't up to her. You da boss, suh. She's yo' nigga for now. Jus' like Neesha an' me. We yo' niggas. You do like you please."
"Mmmm," sighed Jolene happily.
Taneesha could tell that her aunt must be enjoying Stuart's touch, too. With the two of them on their knees side by side, the girl could even hear Jolene's breathing get heavier in response to whatever the white boy was doing to her.
"Go 'head an' fuck her, sugar," Henrietta encouraged him. "She got dat good pussy. She be squeezin' dat dick o' yours like you never had it."
The bed sagged towards Jolene as Stuart climbed up behind her.
"Ah!" exclaimed Jolene.
Stuart must have entered her, thought Taneesha. The bed shook with each thrust. The sound of a flesh on flesh slap followed by sliding wetness was clearly audible. The white boy was fucking her aunt right beside her. Jolene moaned and whimpered contentedly. The young negress longed to feel him inside her.
"Oh, man...," sighed Stuart. "Fuck!"
"You like dat coochie, don't you, sugar?" cooed Henrietta. "It's all yours, suh. She's yo' nigga an' dat's yo' pussy. You fuckin' her good. Jus' like a nigga needs to be fucked. Give it to her, boss. Dat's what she's fo'.
"Oh, yeah...," said Stuart breathlessly. "Oh, yeah... Oh, yeah! Fuck!"
Stuart grunted as he came in Jolene's pussy. The big black woman moaned happily as the white boy filled her with his seed. Taneesha could see the happy dumb look on her aunt's face. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air.
Gradually, the heavy breathing slowed and Taneesha felt the bed move as Stuart got up. Jolene opened her eyes gave her niece a smile and a wink.
"Let me clean yo' cock off, boss," asked Henrietta. "I be takin' good care o' you."
Stuart said nothing in reply. But, in a moment, the sound of wet slurping could be heard as Henrietta licked the semen and pussy juice off the white boy's dick.
"Damn, that felt good!" exclaimed Stuart. "It was like she was jerkin' me off with her cunt. Just like you was doin' to me last time."
"Uh huh," replied Henrietta. "I learned her how to be doin' dat when she Neesha's age. She loves to be pleasin' white men dat way."
"So, you could teach Neesha to do that, huh?" asked the white boy.
"I sho' could, suh," the old negress assured him. "I could be startin' now. I see you 'bout ready fo' mo' poontang. Or, if you want to use Lena again, I kin lick her clean so she ain't all sloppy fo' you. Jus' tell me which pussy you be wantin', boss."
"You'd lick her clean?" Stuart asked incredulously. "Damn!"
"Dat's right, boss," Henrietta answered. "When Lena bein' old as Neesha be now, da massa's boy made me clean her up dat way when he an' his friends was usin' her. Dem boys got all 'xcited seein' a girl gittin' her cat licked by her own mama. Massa's boy been makin' me do it since den."
"Wow," said Stuart, dumbfounded. "That's nasty. But it's hot, too."
"So, you want to see yo' ol' mammy lickin' on her daughter's coochie, suh?" Henrietta asked suggestively. "Jus' say so, boss, an' I's doin' it."
"Do it," answered Stuart. "I gotta see that."
The bed sagged again from Henrietta's weight as the old black woman climbed up. Taneesha couldn't believe what was happening. First Jolene masturbates her to orgasm and now Henrietta was going to lick Stuart's cum out of her own daughter's pussy!
"Ummm...," sighed Jolene. "Ohhh..."
The slurping sound was loud enough for Taneesha to hear over the moans of pleasure her aunt was making. Jolene obviously had no qualms about having her own mother eating her pussy.
"Ohhh...," moaned Jolene. "Mama... Ohhh... Oh! Oh!"
Taneesha listened to her aunt squeal in delight in the throws of the orgasm brought on by Henrietta's tongue. Jolene whimpered softly until it subsided.
"Wow," Stuart said at last. "I never seen nothin' like that."
"I's glad you liked it, suh," Henrietta told him. "I do it fo' you. I see you is ready fo' mo' fuckin'. You kin have any hole you see. Here, sugar, I'll git up dere wit' 'em an' you got six holes to choose from. Dey all yours, boss. Nigga holes fo' yo' use."
The bed creaked as Henrietta climbed up on the bed. Taneesha tried to picture what it must look like for Stuart to see three generations of negro women presenting their pussies and asses for him to do as he would with. The black girl tried to push her ass out further in an effort to attract the white boys attention in the hopes he'd stick his dick in her.
"Oh, lawdy!" cried Henrietta. "You a sweet young man to be pokin' dis ol' nigga! Dat's it, sugar! Fuck yo' ol' mammy da way she needs it!"
Taneesha was disappointed he hadn't chosen to fuck her, but was aroused by the sound of her grandmother's encouragement. The bed bounced as Stuart banged the old colored ladies pussy. After a few minutes the motion stopped.
"Ah!" Jolene exclaimed. "Thank you, suh! You too kind fo' usin' dis nigga again!"
The bed springs started squeaking again and Jolene gasped in rhythm to the noise. Stuart had moved from Henrietta to the old woman's daughter. Taneesha's hopes rose that he'd do her when he was finished with her aunt. Several minutes went by before the colored girl felt the white boy behind her. She was soaked and his dick entered her easily.
"Massa!" said Taneesha happily. "You fuckin' yo' nigga now! I been waitin' fo' dis. You usin' me good, suh. Please don't stop!"
Stuart had plenty of energy left and plowed into Taneesha's grateful pussy. He slammed into her hard, nearly knocking the teenaged girl forward. The young negress felt her third climax building fast.
"Oh, massa," cried Taneesha breathlessly, "I's cummin', suh. I's cummin' fo' you, massa! Fuck yo' nigga hard!"
Taneesha's orgasm went off like an explosion. She could feel her pussy spasming and clutching Stuart's cock.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Stuart. "Here it comes, girl!"
Stuart shoved his cock as deep into Taneesha's pussy as would go. She felt him shoot off inside in her. Her muscles involuntarily contracted on his dick, squeezing the last drop of cum out of it. The colored girl felt him soften and withdraw from her. The bed sprang up as he stood up. She climbed down and kneeled on the floor at the white boy's feet.
"Kin I please clean yo' cock off, suh?" Taneesha asked sweetly, looking up into his eyes.
"Yes, Neesha," Stuart replied. "I'd like that."
The negro teen took the white boy's dick in her hand and bent forward to suck it into her mouth. His cock was slippery with his semen and the slime from the three colored women he'd just fucked. Taneesha eagerly slurped it off, finally licking it and then kissing the tip when she was through.
Taneesha looked over at the bed and saw her aunt and grandmother still on their knees, bent over. Their naked asses in the air with their bare pussies peeking out between their spread thighs. Their slits glistened with moistness. It all seemed so surreal to the colored girl. The family she'd hardly known until recently all helping serve the white boy she wanted to please.
"You were incredible, Neesha!" said Stuart.
"Thank you, suh," blushed Taneesha.
"I wish I could stay, but my mom wants me home for supper," said the white boy.
Stuart put his clothes back on while Taneesha watched from her knees. Henrietta climbed down from the bed and knelt beside her granddaughter. Jolene joined them.
"You were all fantastic," he said, turning back towards the three generations of negro women kneeling before him.
"You deserve it, suh," said Henrietta. "It's yo' right to have yo' pleasure wit' us. We honored to serve you, Massa Stuart."
The young white man smiled and started towards the bedroom door. He stopped and returned. He bent over and kissed Henrietta on her full negro lips. The old colored lady blushed. Stepping over to Jolene, he did the same and kissed her, too.
"Go see yo' massa out, girl," Henrietta instructed her granddaughter.
Taneesha rose and went with Stuart. They went down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Thanks, Neesha," he said at last. "I'm glad I met you. I never dreamed of anythin' like this!"
Stuart put his arms around the naked black teenager and pressed his lips to hers in a lingering kiss. Taneesha felt her heart pounding. After a minute, he broke the embrace and opened the screen door to let himself out.
"See you tomorrow, girl," he called out.
"Yes, suh," replied Taneesha. "I see you den."
The colored girl stood naked in the doorway, waving and smiling as the young white man backed down the driveway and drove away down the road. He may never have dreamed of anything like this, she thought, but she had. Many times.
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