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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 less than an hour before closing time on Friday night at The Burger Barn and Ebony was looking forward to going home. Ora Lee was in the back with Mister Ellsworth, probably with his dick in her mouth, thought the black teenager contemptuously.
She felt a lump in her throat when she saw Craig and his two friends, Seth and Tyler enter the restaurant and walk up to the counter. Ebony remembered the brawny blonde and the skinny dark haired boy all too well from her time at the lake when they'd both had their way with her. She'd had no choice but to let them do what they wanted. The white boy still had the incriminating picture that forced her continued compliance.
"May I help you?" she asked venomously. "Sir?"
"Don't get all uppity with me, girl," warned Craig. "You ain't off the hook yet. If I felt like it, you'd be on your knees sucking my cock. Don't forget that."
Ebony glared back at him. No way he'd try that in public, she thought confidently. Seth and Tyler snickered.
"No need to worry, though," grinned Craig. "Me an' the boys here just finished shootin' our loads in that new nigger, Noreen. Man, that janitor's niece knows how to fuck!"
"She sure do!" agreed Seth. "I din't last ten seconds!"
"That ain't nothin' to brag about, buddy," chided Tyler. "I fucked that bitch but good. She got a all day pussy. Makes you wanna fuck her all day."
Ebony fumed silently at their words. As if I care about that slut, thought the black girl. Let them fuck her.
"Look at her!" laughed Craig. "She's jealous 'cause she didn't get no dick!"
"Nah," Tyler spoke up. "She just hates not bein' first choice. Even if it's first choice slut. That's all it is."
"What do you want?" Ebony asked shortly. "We're gonna close soon."
"Oh, we don't want nothin'," leered Craig. "Leas' ways, nothin' on the menu. Actually, I'm givin' you somethin'. Here."
The white boy produced a plastic shopping bag and put it on the counter. Ebony looked at it suspiciously.
"It's for you," Craig explained. "Be wearin' it when I pick you up at the tracks tomorrow. Be there by ten. Don't go wanderin' off 'til I get there. Got it?"
Ebony picked up the bag and looked inside. It appeared to be a lime green two piece bathing suit. She looked up at him.
"You expect me to wear this?" asked Ebony.
"Damn straight, I do," replied Craig seriously. "Be wearin' it an' nothin' else. We're goin' back to the lake so you might as well be dressed for the occasion."
Seth and Tyler stared stupidly at the colored teenager. Craig looked pleased with himself. Ebony felt the anger rising up inside. How dare these cracker assholes look at her like that! They were nothing short of morons compared to her. Yet, she knew she'd follow her instructions. The alternative was even more humiliating.
"Let's go," Craig said finally.
"See ya later, girl," grinned Seth.
After they left, Ebony quickly looked around to see if the few remaining diners had overheard what had transpired. To her relief, none were looking at her, but she realized that didn't mean anything. Her face burned with shame.
* * *
Saturday morning found Ebony awake at dawn. There were still a few hours until her appointed rendezvous, but she couldn't sleep any longer. She got up and decided to see how she'd look in the bathing suit Craig had dropped off for her.
Checking to be sure Taneesha was asleep first, Ebony took the garment out of the shopping bag. There didn't seem to be alot to it and the colored girl wondered if she'd even fit into it. She took her nightgown off and put the suit bottom on.
It was a tight fit. Maybe she would have fit into it when she was fifteen, but that was three years ago. Her ass had filled out considerably and the lime green material didn't completely cover her. Ebony could feel that the waistband didn't go up far enough to cover her butt crack. The crotch slipped between her pussy lips a little. The sensation was not unpleasurable she realized, much to her chagrin.
Next she put on the top. It was a struggle to get her breasts into the cups. Ebony's mammaries were flattened under the fabric and bulged out around the edges. Her nipples protruded and were clearly visible through the thin material. The idea of going out in public dressed like this mortified the negro girl.
Ebony looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. She could see her dark flesh spilling out from the skimpy bathing suit and blushed. She could hear her younger sister stirring in her bed.
"What're you doin', Ebony?" asked Taneesha sleepily. "What do you have on?"
"I'm goin' to the lake again, if you must know," replied Ebony haughtily. "Some of us have a social life."
"You're goin' wit' yo' new boyfriend?" Taneesha wanted to know. "Dat Craig boy? I been seein' him hangin' out wit' dat older girl, Noreen. I din't think you was still seein' him."
"He's not my boyfriend," Ebony admonished her. "He's just one of a few guys who're gonna be there."
"You're wearin' dat?!" exclaimed Taneesha, sitting up in bed. "Mama ain't gonna let you out da house like dat! Yo' stuff's all hangin' out!"
Ebony was determined to put the best face on this she could. The idea of her little sister learning the truth was more than the colored teen could stand.
"I'm a grown woman, Neesha," sniffed Ebony. "I'll wear what I like. Besides, this is for the lake. Mama won't see it."
Taneesha had nothing further to say and lay back down in her bed. Ebony felt a knot in her stomach. Her sister was right. All her stuff was hanging out, she realized. She'd look like a slut. But, she had little choice in the matter.
* * *
A little before ten Ebony quickly went down the stairs and out the door. She was relieved not to encounter her mother or any of the other adults in the house.
As Ebony walked down the side of the road, a negro boy, about twelve, was coming the other way on a beat up old bicycle with high rise handle bars. The black teen blushed as she watched the boy stare gape mouthed at her as he passed.
Closer to the tracks, an older heavy set colored woman was out sweeping her porch. She scowled at Ebony as she walked by. The black teenager couldn't look at her. She was used to being the one giving other disapproving looks, not being on the receiving end of them. She hung her head in shame as she continued on her way.
Waiting at the railroad crossing made her feel even more conspicuous. Walking along was bad enough, but just hanging out on the side of the road was worse. Ebony could see the white faces staring out at her from cars going by. She wished she could hide in the bushes, but knew that could easily make her time at the lake even worse if Craig caught her doing it.
After what seemed like an hour, the black SUV appeared and stopped a little up the road from where Ebony was standing. She hurried to open the back door and let herself in. She could see Craig checking her out in the rear view mirror. Lindsey Hutz turned around and looked right at her from the front seat.
"You made the nigger dress up like this, didn't you?" asked Lindsey. "Where'd you ever find that swim suit, Craig? It looks like it's about to bust open!"
"It was Jen's from a few years ago," replied Craig as he pulled the SUV back out onto the road. "She left a bunch of her shit behind when she went off to college. I thought the nigger would look sexy in it."
"Your sister Jen looked sexy in it," said Lindsey, looking Ebony right in the eyes. "This nigger jus' looks like a slutty whore. Like a monkey girl in a strip club."
Ebony's face burned with anger. She desperately wanted to grab Lindsey and pull her into the back with her. She'd show the snotty white bitch who the monkey was! It was humiliating to the colored girl that she'd just have to sit there and take it.
Soon they were bumping down the dirt road to the lake. They pulled up next to the cabin in a cloud of dust. Craig climbed out. Ebony opened the door and stepped out onto the gravel. Lindsey waited inside the SUV. The colored girl knew the bitch was waiting for her to open the front door like a servant. She reached for the handle and pulled the door open.
Lindsey didn't move for a minute, leaving Ebony standing there holding the door. Finally, the white girl climbed out of the vehicle, an evil grin on her face.
"I see it's learnin' its manners," smirked Lindsey. "Now get on your knees and bow down before you better."
Ebony just stood there, fuming.
"Do it quick, or you'll get the switch!" warned Lindsey. "I won't tolerate insolence from a nigger! On your knees, bitch!"
Craig just stood and watched. Ebony knew Lindsey would delight in beating her and wouldn't hesitate to do so if it struck her whim. Rather than antagonize the white girl any further, the negro teen kneeled.
"That's better," said Lindsey, patronizingly. "Now bow down, bitch. Put that face in the dirt at my feet. Show me you know your place."
Ebony complied. She bent down onto all fours and put her face in the dusty gravel at Lindsey's feet. Her arms trembled supporting her weight, but mainly from the rage she was trying to suppress.
"Good monkey," Lindsey mockingly praised her. "It's amazing what you can train these animals to do."
It was at that moment that Ebony heard another vehicle pull up. She looked up to see a silver BMW convertible stopped not far away. The door opened and out stepped an athletic looking white man, about twenty five years old. Blonde hair and blue eyes, the man was tanned and very handsome. Looking closer, she noticed he bore a striking resemblance to Craig.
The blonde man wore a light blue polo shirt and white cargo shorts. Looking down she focused on his hairy tanned legs and his sneakers with no socks. Ebony's heart skipped a beat and her face burned with shame that this attractive white man would see her humbling herself in front of white teenaged girl.
"What the fuck's goin' on here, Craig?" asked the man. "Hey, Lindsey."
"Hi, Jason," replied Lindsey, her voice softer, almost sultry. "I didn't know you were comin' here."
"How d'ya like my nigger, Jason?" asked Craig proudly. "Lindsey an' me are jus' teachin' her how to respect her betters, that's all. You ain't the only one who gets his way wit' the colored girls."
"So I see," mused Jason. "Let's have a look. On your feet, girl."
Ebony rose and stood before Jason. Her heart beat fast as she watched him drink in her scantily clad form.
"Ain't this Jen's?" asked Jason. "I swears I recognize it. Let's see what's underneath..."
Jason reached out and grabbed the bathing suit top where the cups connected and lifted it up, exposing Ebony's breasts. The colored girl gasped at the suddenness of it and blushed as the young white man's eyes roved over her with a smile on his face.
"Mmmm..." he said to himself. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Let's see the the rest."
The blonde man squatted in front of Ebony and in one motion grabbed the waistband of the bathing suit bottom and yanked it down to her knees. Jason's face was even with her pussy. Being stripped like this was humiliating, but at the same time undeniably arousing. She could feel the wetness between her legs.
"How come this poontang's all hairy, Craig?" asked Jason. "Ain't you got no sense of decor? You gotta have 'em keep their coochies bald. Shows 'em who's boss an' who owns the pussy. An' it ain't them."
"I was gonna make her do that, Jason," Craig replied. "I jus' didn't feel like it yet."
"She's a hottie, though, boy," Jason complimented him. "An' rarin' to go. I can smell her. She's ready for some dick."
Ebony was mortified. Being aroused by this degrading treatment was shameful enough. But having this man notice was incredibly humiliating. She turned her head away from Jason as the blonde man stood back up, leaving the colored girl's bathing suit bottom around her knees.
"Oh yeah," agreed Craig. "I fuck her all the time. She can't get enough. I gotta let the boys use her, too."
"Seth an' Tyler?" asked Jason, shaking his head. "Jeez... What a pair to share a nigger with."
In spite of her shame, Ebony couldn't help but take some pleasure in hearing Jason's disappointment with his younger brother. She knew it must be embarrassing for Craig to be talked to like this in front of her.
Suddenly, Jason stuck his hand between Ebony's legs. She felt his finger probing her sex. Her legs trembled and the pleasure she experienced from the violation shamed her. Still, she found herself hoping he wouldn't stop.
"Hey, I got an' idea," announced Jason, withdrawing his hand as quickly as he'd inserted it. "Look what I brought with me."
Jason left Ebony standing there, bathing suit top lifted up exposing her breasts, bottom down around her knees, her bare ass and pussy feeling the breeze, and her clit aching for more attention. He popped the trunk of his car open and dug around for a few seconds. He produced something that looked like an electric toothbrush with no brush.
The blonde man grinned at her as he slipped the gadget into his pocket and grabbed the negro girl by the upper arm and started walking her towards the cabin. Ebony stumbled along while the bathing suit fell lower with each step.
"Look how much it loves struttin' its stuff," Lindsey mocked her. "Udders hanging out. Shaking that fat nigger ass. Can't get enough attention."
"Yeah, it's pretty funny seein' her havin' to shuffle her feet with her pants down like that!" agreed Seth.
"You better keep 'em down like that, too," warned Craig. "Don't step out of 'em an' spoil the show."
Being forced to walk with the suit bottom around her ankles was difficult as well as humiliating. To her, it was worse than being naked. The white teenagers laughed. Jason said nothing and just kept marching her onward.
Just in front of the cabin was some patio furniture arranged around a white metal table. Jason sat Ebony down on a chaise lounge with a vinyl upholstered cushion with a floral pattern printed on it. The white man pulled the bathing suit bottom off the colored girl's ankles.
"Get your legs up on the arm rests, girl," instructed Jason. "Spread that coochie out nice. I've got a little treat for you."
Never taking her eyes off Jason's face, Ebony lifted her legs up and put them on the arm rests of the lounge chair. It was embarrassing to have her sex displayed this way, but she told herself she had to do as she was ordered.
Jason pulled the device out of his pocket and thumbed a switch on the side. A loud buzzing hum could be heard. Upon closer inspection, Ebony could see he was brandishing a vibrator. He sat on the edge of a nearby chair and leaned forward until he could reach between her legs with the gadget. When it touched her clit, it was like her body had been suddenly switched on.
"Ah!" gasped Ebony in shocked surprise.
"Shhh..." Jason hushed her. "Just relax now. I promise I ain't gonna hurt you, girl."
Ebony felt Jason work the head of the vibrator between her pussy lips, up and down her slit. She moaned every time he touched her clit with it. She could feel herself humping into it, desperate for more stimulation. Now and then he'd slip it into her hole a little, but she wanted it on her clit and she squirmed trying to satisfy her desire.
The negro girl was no stranger to masturbation, though she did exercise more discretion than her sister. However, nothing she'd ever done felt anything like this. Ebony had heard of vibrators in whispered giggling conversations with other school girls, but never had she imagined that it would feel so good.
Somewhere through the fog of pleasurable sensations, Ebony was aware of another car arriving and the sound of the doors closing. She looked around, her mouth open in a silent "o" and saw that Seth and Tyler had joined Craig and Lindsey watching the show she was putting on.
"She's creamin' up good now," Jason told the onlookers. "Check it out."
The white high schoolers all stepped closer for a better view. Ebony could feel the slick wetness between her legs. Craig and his friends could see the evidence of her arousal for themselves and the the colored girl was mortified.
Ebony could see herself laying there, her legs open wide while white teenagers gawked at her predicament. They were amused by her arousal and entertained by her humiliation. But, all that mattered was that the buzzing continue and remain in contact with her sensitive pussy. It shamed her to realize how much of a slut she must appear to be.
"Fuck..." murmured Seth. "I ain't never seen so much goo comin' outta a nigger's coochie 'less I jus' finished dumpin' a load up her. Goddamn!"
"It's just an animal," Lindsey told him. "That's how they are. Like a dog in heat."
"Exactly," agreed Jason. "See how she humps at it? She can't get enough. Wants it bad. Here she is, naked and spread in front of us, but she don't care none. All she wants is to get off. It's primal. She can't help it at all. She's a nigger an' that's how it is."
The voices of Jason and the white teenagers barely registered with Ebony. She had a sensation that felt like she had to pee. It was building fast. She rolled her head back with her eyes half closed and her mouth open.
"Ohhh..." moaned Ebony. "Ohhh... Uhhh... Ahhh! Ahhh!"
The orgasm hit Ebony hard. It built fast and then was on her. Just as she climaxed she lost control of her bladder and a long golden arc of urine shot out of her and splattered in the dust in front of the chaise lounge. The negro's vagina convulsed uncontrollably.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" cried the colored girl.
"That's a good nigger," Jason told her. "Cum for me, girl. That's the way. No need to hold back. Just let go."
"Ohhh... Ohhh..." panted Ebony. "Ahhh..."
Gradually, Ebony felt herself calming down and becoming aware of her surroundings. Her face burned with embarrassment as she realized what just happened.
This white man she'd just met and never spoken to had just masturbated her to the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. So powerful that she'd lost control and pissed herself. And he'd done it right there in front of the white classmates who'd tormented her horribly the weekend before. And the worst thing was, she loved it. And she hated herself for that.
"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Tyler. "She musta pissed six feet!"
"Filthy animal," Lindsey uttered in disgust. "Look at it! It has no shame at all. Just pure animal lust."
"Oh, she's an animal, all right," agreed Jason. "The kind of animal I like to fuck."
"Be my guest," offered Craig. "Go ahead an' fuck her. That's what she's here for."
"Don't mind if I do," smiled Jason. "C'mon inside, girl. I was just gettin' you warmed up. Now it's time to get down to business."
Jason stood up and held his hand out for Ebony. She took it and got to her feet on wobbly legs. The white man grabbed the bathing suit top that was still pushed up, revealing the colored girl's bare breasts, and lifted it off of her, discarding it on the chaise lounge.
Together, they went up the stairs into the cabin, leaving Ebony's white classmates behind. The room was dark and a little musty smelling. Jason led the way though a door way into a small room with a large bed in it. Sunlight shone in through a dirty window.
"Undress me," ordered Jason. "Take your time. There's no hurry."
Ebony could feel her arousal building again in spite of her best efforts to fight it. Her mind struggled for control, but her lust won out. Her heart was beating hard as she lifted the polo shirt over Jason's head. His blonde chest hair was thick and her nipples brushed against it. She could feel it between her legs.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ebony started to unfasten his shorts, but he stopped her. She looked up at Jason, puzzled. Isn't this what he wanted?
"On your knees, girl," he commanded softly. "Niggers kneel when servin a white man."
"Yes, sir," rasped Ebony, her voice husky with lust. "Sorry, sir."
Ebony slid off the bed and onto her knees. She felt as if she was outside her body watching herself. Her pussy was was on fire. She looked up into Jason's eyes while she unbuttoned his shorts. The white man smiled down at her, causing her to blush and look away from him.
The negro teen was looking right at his crotch when she unzipped the fly of the blonde man's cargo shorts. Jason wasn't wearing underpants and his erection sprang out inches from Ebony's face. It wasn't especially large, she thought, but she found herself instantly attracted to it. The head was almost purple and pre cum seeped out.
Unable to resist the impulse, Ebony leaned forward and took Jason's cock into her mouth. She looked up at him again, searching his face for approval. His smile encouraged her to continue and she began bobbing her head back and forth on the white man's dick. His shorts dropped to his ankles.
"Good girl," sighed Jason. "That's the way..."
She felt his praise in the form of a warm glow that filled her body, centered between her legs. Ebony watched as her body lovingly serviced the white man in a way that up to now, she'd found nothing short of degrading.
Ebony was kneeling naked and exposed. She was literally lower than him and the symbolism wasn't lost on the black girl. Furthermore, he was using her face, symbolically her person-hood, as a place to put his dick. She knew she should be outraged and angered.
But, all she felt was arousal. Ebony realized that actually Jason wasn't using her face as something to fuck so much as she'd willingly offered it to him for that purpose. Something in this man had inspired her service and somehow compelled her to pleasure him.
"Enough of that," said Jason gently. "This nut's gonna get busted in your cunt hole. Get in the bed and make yourself ready for use like a good nigger."
"Yes, sir," replied Ebony humbly.
The excitement surged through the colored girl as she got up and lay on her back in the bed with her legs open wide. She wanted desperately to feel him inside her, filling her, using her for his pleasure.
Jason stepped out of his shorts and sneakers and climbed between Ebony's spread legs. Before entering her, he paused and touched his lips to her erect nipple. Gently, he sucked it into his mouth. She could feel his tongue on it and moaned. After a minuted or two, he turned his attention to her other breast. The colored girl humped at him as she enjoyed the wet warm sensation.
At last he rose and moved forward. Ebony could feel his cock between her legs. The tip of it was right at the entrance to her pussy. She tried to push herself towards it, but it was just out reach. The negro teen whimpered in frustration.
"You want it, don't you?" asked Jason. "I think you better beg for it."
"Please, sir," pleaded Ebony. "Give it to me. Stick it in me. Fuck me. Please, sir!"
"I only fuck niggers," teased Jason. "Are you a nigger?"
"Yes, sir," whimpered Ebony. "Fuck me."
"Say it," ordered Jason. "Tell me what you are."
"A nigger, sir," begged Ebony. "I'm a nigger, sir. Please fuck me."
Jason rewarded her pleas by sliding his cock into her pussy in one deliberate motion. All at once, Ebony was penetrated and filled with the white man's dick. An open mouthed grin spread across her face as he began rhythmicly thrusting into her. In no time, she felt another orgasm coming on. Her eyes widened and her breath quickened.
"Ah! Ah!" squealed the negro girl. "Ahhh!"
Ebony could feel her pussy spasming on the white man's cock. She knew she was making alot of noise, but she was beyond caring. Jason just kept pumping into her without slowing.
"That's it, nigger," he told her huskily. "Go ahead an' cum. But, better ask next time. Niggers gotta ask to cum. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," gasped Ebony breathlessly. "Sorry, sir."
Jason smiled at her and kept stroking his cock in and out of the black teenager's pussy. Ebony humped back at him to meet each thrust. She'd lost all track of her surroundings. She was only aware of the feeling of the white man's dick deep inside her. Soon she could tell that another climax was on the way. She couldn't believe the way her body was reacting.
"I'm gonna cum, sir," Ebony rasped. "Can I? Can I?"
"Yes, nigger," Jason allowed, his voice straining from the exertion. "Cum for me."
"Ahhh!" cried the colored teen. "Ahhh!"
"That's it, nigger," breathed the white man. "Keep cummin'. Get ready for it... Take it, girl. Take it!"
Jason's dick exploded in the negro's pussy. Ebony felt the strong shots of semen blasting into her. Again she could feel her vagina contracting uncontrollably, squeezing the seed from the white man's cock.
The blonde man finally relaxed and lay on top of her. Ebony felt Jason's weight pressing her into the bed, but instead of feeling trapped, she felt possessed by him and somehow fulfilled.
They lay like that for several minutes, breathless and soaked in sweat. Little by little, Ebony regained her senses. Her pussy was still glowing warmly from cumming so hard. She felt him slowly soften inside her. Finally, he got up.
How could this have happened? This white man had just taken her and used her, but instead of feeling angry or indignant, all she could feel was satisfaction. Had that really been her? Telling him she was a nigger? Begging for permission to cum?
Even now, she still had an overwhelming urge to serve him further. Ebony remembered Noreen in the janitor's room and knew what to do. She wanted this white man to have the same look on his face Craig did at the time. She got up from the wet spot on the bed and sank to her knees before Jason.
"Excuse me, sir," she asked, looking up at him. "May I clean your cock off, please?"
"Please do," allowed Jason, smiling down at her.
Ebony reached up and took Jason's now soft cock, wet with semen and her own juices, and slipped into her mouth. The taste was a little nasty for her, but she didn't care. She slurped and licked on it until there was nothing on it other than her own saliva.
"Good girl," Jason praised her.
The white man put his hand on her head. Another symbolic gesture, thought Ebony. This one equating her with a loyal pet. But she didn't care. In fact, to her surprise, she liked it and was grateful for the kind words.
"Thank you, sir," blushed Ebony, the sweat still dripping off of her naked body.
"You look beat, girl," said Jason. "Why don't you just lay here for a bit. I may want to use you again later an' I want you ready for it."
"Yes, sir," replied Ebony.
Ebony climbed back into the bed and lay on her side. How could this have happened? It must be the man, she realized. He knew how to play her like an instrument. Making her feel pleasure regardless of how she wanted to feel. Making her want to serve him and please him.
Jason put his shorts and polo shirt back on and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Damn, Jason!" exclaimed Craig's voice from the main room. "You had her screamin'!"
"You just gotta know how to use a nigger right, kid," said Jason. "I'm surprised you got her, seein' as how you don't how to do it."
"Oh, I got my ways," Craig confided. "Check this out."
The sound of electronic beeps filtered through the door.
"See?" bragged Craig. "I got this picture of her after I shot off in her face!"
"That's the girl I jus' fucked?" asked Jason. "You sure? I can't even make out the face. It's too blurry."
"Sure it's her!" insisted Craig. "As long as I got this pic, I got her. See?"
"Let me see that," Jason responded.
Beep, beep, beep, chimed the cell phone.
"Hey!" protested Craig. "You fuckin' deleted it!"
"Yep, I sure did," said Jason. "Jesus, Craig. That ain't no way to get a nigger. I had niggers in high school, an' I got 'em off to college. I never did nothin' low down like this to get 'em either. What the fuck's wrong with you?"
"But..." countered Craig.
"See, the way to get a nigger is to make 'em want you," explained Jason. "They ain't like white girls. You don't gotta wine an' dine 'em. You don't even gotta sweet talk 'em too much. They're like animals. Hot sexy animals. The good ones are always in heat. You just gotta pick 'em out an' bring that animal nature out of 'em."
"Easy for you to say, Jason," Craig replied. "I got proof that nigger was cheatin' in class. It don't bother me none to use it to get what I want."
"Let me tell you," sighed Jason. "There ain't nothin' like a sweet devoted nigger doin' her best to make you feel good. Nothin'. Usin' shit like that against 'em ain't gonna get you nothin' much better'n jerkin' off. You gotta grow up, kid. Believe me. You'll be glad you did."
Ebony listened silently from the darkened bedroom. The heat of the moment had passed. Jason had raised her to heights she hadn't known before and had just now broken the hold his younger brother had on her. However, she heard how he thought of her: she was a nigger. She realized that he'd meant it kindly. But, still, it was another humiliation even if unintended.
"I still can't believe you deleted that pic," whined Craig.
"Forget it, Craig," said Jason. "What's this proof you're yappin' about?"
"An answer sheet for a test," Craig told him. "Fuckin' teacher keeps usin' the same tests an' she got one from a couple years ago."
"How does that prove anything?" Jason wanted to know.
"Well...," stammered Craig. "I... I guess it don't. Shit. Goddamn it, Jason. You just fucked it all up for me."
"You're better off that way," Jason told him. "You gotta lot to learn, kid. You're missin' out on the best pussy you ever had. Look, I gotta go. I'm gonna take that colored girl with me if she wants to go. See ya."
Ebony heard the footsteps approach the door. She was still in a state of exhaustion from having the hardest cums of her young life. Added to that was relief at the knowledge that the horrible white boy's hold over her had been broken. Jason stepped into the room and looked at her laying on the bed.
"I'm leavin' now, girl," he announced. "I'll take you home if you want."
"I wanna go with you," said Ebony, sitting up. "Sir. I just gotta put that green thing back on and I'll be ready."
"I got somethin' better for you in the car," replied Jason. "Let's go."
Ebony rose to her feet and walked out of the room on shaky legs. The outer room was empty. Going down the stairs, she saw Craig and Lindsey watching silently. Seth and Tyler stood nearby.
The naked colored girl walked proudly along side the white man to his car. Jason opened the trunk and pulled out a sweat suit. He handed it to her and she quickly put it on.
"I'll see ya 'round, Craig," called Jason after climbing into the car.
Ebony took another look at her classmates before letting herself into the convertible. The engine roared to life and away they went, leaving Craig and his friends behind.
"Craig ain't so bad," said Jason once they reached paved road. "He just lets his dick do his thinkin' for him too much. He can't help himself."
"Yes, sir," the negro girl responded.
"You don't have to sir me," said the white man. "Or my brother. He don't got nothin' on you now."
Ebony felt sincere gratitude for Jason's actions. Her pussy was still throbbing pleasurably. But, feeling grateful to the man who'd used her like a thing, and still basking in the afterglow of that use shamed her. She decided to simply answer humbly in spite of the conflicting emotions she was experiencing.
"I heard," Ebony replied. "I appreciate that. Thank you. Sir."
"You're all right, girl," smiled Jason. "And you're a hot fuckin' nigger, too. Way out of Craig's league. That's for sure."
Ebony blushed and said nothing. Soon they were driving down the road close to her house. She could see the colored folks on their porches on a Saturday afternoon. Their heads all turned as she rode by and she couldn't help but feel a measure of pride. This fine white man had chosen her and was driving her home with the top down and everybody could see her with him.
Henrietta was sitting on the porch when Jason pulled into the driveway. Ebony got out of the car. The old colored lady watched them intently as she rocked in her chair.
"I don't know your name, girl," Jason admitted as she closed the door.
"Ebony, sir," answered the colored teen. "Ebony Johnson."
"Well, Ebony," smiled the white man. "I'm glad to know you. Maybe I'll see you 'round."
"I hope so, sir," Ebony said bashfully.
"Bye," Jason said finally.
The silver convertible backed out of the driveway and roared off down the road. Ebony climbed the steps to the front porch.
"Who was dat, child?" asked Henrietta. "I never 'spected to be seein' you carryin' on wit' no white man."
"Me neither, big mama," answered Ebony. "But, he isn't just any white man."
"I guess he ain't," replied her grandmother. "I jus' 'bout fell out my chair when I heared you sayin' sir to him, all respectful like!
"Maybe he's the first man I met who deserved it," said Ebony. "I can't imagine not sayin' it to him."
"Well, yo' dinner be ready on' da stove top, girl," Henrietta told her. "I ain't sure if'n you had none or not."
"Thanks, big mama," Ebony responded. "I'm pretty hungry."
"You looks like you gots a real workout dere," smiled the old colored lady. "Rode hard an' put away wet! You might wanna be gittin' washed up 'fore dinner."
Ebony blushed. Henrietta smiled knowingly, seeming to take pleasure in her granddaughter's embarrassment.
"I's jus' funnin' wit' you, girl!" laughed Henrietta. "Don't 'spect me to git all shocked, Ebony. I been 'round a long time. I knows all 'bout white mens an' colored girls. I's happy seein' dat a acorn don't fall too far from da tree. Run 'long inside, child. Yo' dinner be gittin' cold."
The black teenager hurried inside and up the stairs to her room. When she stripped off the sweat suit, the strong smell of sex filled her nostrils. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her face was flushed and her hair was matted down.
Again, Ebony felt mortified at the realization that her grandmother undoubtedly knew what she'd been doing. That feeling quickly turned to puzzlement at the memory of the old woman's seeming delight by the knowledge.
In a minute she was in the shower, washing the sweat off. Ebony reached between her legs and found that her pussy was still tender. The insides of her thighs were crusted with the semen that was still seeping out of her vagina.
In spite of the soreness, she couldn't help rubbing herself. The recent memory of the day's events helped propel her towards another climax. In the moment before it overtook her she pictured Jason's face looking down on hers.
"Can I cum, sir?" she whispered to herself. "Can I? Can I please?"
Ebony stood there with the water washing over her and her heart pounding. Her stomach growled and her mind shifted from one animal need to another. She dried off and dressed and made her way down for dinner.
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