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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
Ebony arrived at school with a new sense of empowerment. Craig's hold over her had been broken by his own older brother. Jason had deleted the cell phone picture that the white boy had been using to blackmail her into submission. Hearing that she hadn't even been recognizable in the picture in the first place had her feeling foolish for allowing it to be used against her at all.
But, that was all in the past, thought Ebony as she strode confidently into the school building. She was free. Furthermore, her mother was now going to be teaching here. That had always been a source of extra respect for the black teenager at her old school where Bernadine had been the principal. Things were going to be very different now.
Craig, Seth, and Tyler, the white boys who'd taken advantage of her in the past were hanging out in the corridor. Ebony held her head up as she walked by them.
"You think you're hot shit 'cause my brother fucked you?" asked Craig loudly. "That just makes you more of slut. That's all."
Ebony continued on her way without breaking stride, ignoring the white boy and his friends. Craig quickly walked past her and stood in her way. Seth and Tyler followed and gathered to watch.
"I'm talkin' to you, bitch!" said Craig.
"Excuse me?" replied Ebony, hands on her hips. "You better watch your mouth now, Chris. That's no way to talk."
Craig's face turned red. His two friends smirked with amusement.
"Jason ain't here to fuck things up," Craig said angrily. "You better act proper an' do like I say. I can still tell the whole school what a whore you are. My boys here'll back me up. And my name ain't Chris, you stupid bitch. It's sir to you!"
"Sir?!" replied Ebony with exaggerated incredulity. "Don't make me laugh. Tell whoever you want, who's gonna believe it? Maybe your white trash friends. Who cares what those assholes think? I don't. How about I just don't call you anything and you just leave me alone?"
"Pretty big talk from a dumb nigger," countered Craig. "You weren't so big when you was on your knees suckin' my dick! Not when me an' the boys here was pissin' on your naked ass!"
"That... never happened," Ebony told him. "Look, Clem, I'm done talking to you. My mother's a teacher here now so you better just watch yourself."
Ebony stepped around Craig and continued on her way to home room. The white boy was left fuming with Seth and Tyler. She'd been a little shaken by the encounter with her former tormentors, but she decided to just forget about them and pretend it had all just been a bad dream. A dream she'd now woken up from.
* * *
Sitting in Mister Knowland's class later, Ebony thought about how Jason had made her feel when he'd been inside her that time at the lakeside cabin. In her current fantasy, though, it was her handsome teacher who was on top of her, penetrating her, and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.
The class bell finally brought her out of her day dreams. Ebony could feel dampness between her legs. She blushed when she saw Mister Knowland approaching though the crowd of students gathering their books to leave.
"Hang on a minute, Ebony," requested the teacher. "I wanted to tell you I met your mother earlier. I didn't know she was a teacher, too!"
"Yes, she is," replied Ebony proudly. "She used to be a principal at my old school. She was a teacher before that."
"I shouldn't be surprised by that," said Mister Knowland. "You're so smart and such a good student."
Ebony blushed again at the compliments. She could also feel her pussy tingling.
"Thank you, Mister Knowland," Ebony responded bashfully.
"Well, Ebony, I'll see you next time," the teacher said finally. "Say hello to your mom for me. She was in a bit of a hurry earlier and we didn't have much time to talk and I'd like to get to know her better."
"Okay," Ebony told him. "I'll tell her."
Ebony detected a little more than professional interest in her mother from Mister Knowland. She watched as he walked away down the hall and wondered if it'd better or worse for her own chances if that were the case. The black teenager tried to shake the whole image from her mind. What was she thinking?
The public address system crackled to life. "Ebony Johnson," intoned a female voice. "Ebony Johnson, to the principal's office."
Now what? Ebony was puzzled about being summoned to the principal's office. Could it be that her mother was there? The colored girl shuddered at the idea that it was just the lecherous principal, Mister Chalmers. Being stripped and caned after he discovered her naked in the science lab had been both painful and incredibly humiliating.
When she got to the principal's office, Ebony went to counter just inside the door. The school secretary, a young blonde woman, looked up indifferently at her.
"Wait on the bench," she instructed.
Ebony sat on the long wooden bench just inside the door. After ten minutes or so of uneasy anticipation, Principal Chalmers' private office door opened.
"Johnson, get in here," ordered the silver haired principal.
Standing nervously in front of the desk, Ebony waited while Mister Chalmers took his seat. She felt butterflies in her stomach as the white man leaned forward.
"I just figured out you're Bernadine Cook's girl," he said at last. "An' she's a teacher here now."
"Her name's Johnson," corrected Ebony. "Like mine."
"Are you sassin' me, Johnson?" asked the principal, his hackles up.
"No, sir," replied Ebony, a tinge of fear in her voice.
Principal Chalmers face was red and he glared at the negro girl for a moment. After a minute, his expression softened and he leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and resting them on his chest.
"Now, your mama may be jus' a nigger, but she's a teacher here now," explained the white man, a slight grin creeping over his face. "An' I feel it's my place to tell her how her girl was actin' like a li'l hoochie. Strippin' her clothes off for the white boys. How I had to give her some discipline. Your mama was a handful, but I never had to cane her black ass like I done you."
"You said you'd forget all that if I did what you said!" protested Ebony.
"That was 'fore she was a teacher here, girl," replied the principal. "I'd be derelict in my duties if'n I didn't tell her. Now, wouldn't I?"
The principal's grin transformed into a straight out leer. Lying bastard, thought Ebony. Still, she realized she shouldn't be surprised. Something about the tone of his voice and the look on his face told the colored girl there was more. If what he said was true, he'd just tell her mother and be done with it.
"I bet there's a way I can keep that from happening, right?" said Ebony sarcastically.
"Get out of them clothes right now you, smart mouthed nigger," barked Principal Chalmers. "I'll call your mama down her right quick an' let her know what a whore of a child she got if you don't. If you sass me again, I'll slap that smirk off your face in a hurry! You got that, nigger?"
While the threat of getting her face slapped was enough to shut her up, it was the fear of her mother finding out what had happened before that forced her compliance. Ebony knew she had to do what he said and hope he'd keep his part of this degrading bargain.
The negro girl sighed and started unbuttoning her blouse. Principal Chalmers smiled triumphantly and leaned even further back in his chair to enjoy the show. Placing the garment on the desk, Ebony unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.
"Pick it up, girl," ordered the principal. "Put it on my desk. Now finish up, you little slut. Don't act all bashful. We both know what you are. And that ain't bein' shy about gettin' naked. So hurry it up!"
Ebony could feel a lump in her throat as she unclasped her bra and pulled it off, placing it on the principal's desk. The silver haired man stared hungrily at her bare teenaged breasts, her nipples hard like little brown pebbles. This humiliation caused the negro girl to blush with shame.
"Get them panties off," demanded Mister Chalmers. "Let's see that black ass you like showin' off so much."
The young negress bowed her head and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and put them with her bra. Now she was naked. The principal got from his chair and came out from behind his desk.
"So, you like bein' a little hoochie, do you?" he remarked. "Get on your knees."
Ebony froze. Her mind raced imagining what he might have in store for her now.
Whap!
The black teen's face stung from the slap.
"I said on your knees, whore!" commanded Principal Chalmers. "You wanna be a slut, here's your big chance."
The colored girl quickly dropped to her knees. The white man stepped in front of her, unzipped his fly, and took out his dick. Ebony was shocked at what was about to happen. The principal's cock was fully erect and gray hairs bristled on the base of it.
"Open that mouth, Johnson," he ordered her. "Open up and take it. I'm sure you know how."
Ebony opened her mouth and the principal jammed his cock into it. The suddenness of it caught her by surprise and almost choked her. The white man didn't wait for her to start sucking. Instead he just grabbed the back of her head by her hair and began thrusting his dick in and out of her mouth. Clearly he was already very aroused.
"That's right..." he said, more to himself than to her. "Take it, you slut. Suck it, whore!"
The colored girl felt the principal's cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged on it. The silver haired man ejaculated in Ebony's mouth. It didn't so much shoot off than just flood out, coating her tongue with thick warm liquid.
"Oh, yeah..." sighed the white man. "You monkeys sure are good cock suckers. I'll give you that."
Principal Chalmers stepped back and slipped his dick back into his pants. Ebony choked and sputtered trying to spit his semen out, but it was too far down her throat and she was forced to swallow it. He zipped up his pants.
"Now, go stand in the corner until I'm ready to use you again," instructed the principal.
Ebony couldn't believe he was going to make her wait for further degradation. She had to get out of there. Now that the principal's lust was temporarily satisfied, the negro school girl knew this was the perfect time to try to slip away.
"I... uh... have to go to the girls' room," Ebony offered as an excuse.
"Why?" Principal Chalmers wanted to know.
"I have to pee, that's why," Ebony lied.
"You ain't gotta go nowhere for that," chuckled the white man, picking up the phone and pushing a couple of buttons.
"Debbie?" spoke the principal into the receiver. "Get the janitor up here with a bucket. Tell him to hurry it up."
Principal Chalmers hung up the phone and smiled evilly at the black teenager kneeling naked on the floor.
"See?" explained the principal. "I'm havin' the girls' room brought to you."
Ebony shuddered. She hadn't expected anything like this. The colored girl slowly stood up.
It was only a few minutes later when there was a knock on the principal's office door. Ebony moved to cover herself. One arm across her bare breasts and the other positioned to cover her naked pussy with her hand.
"What is it?" Principal Chalmers called out through the closed office door.
"It's me, Rastus, boss," came the reply. "I gots dat bucket y'all wanted."
"Git on in here, boy," the principal ordered.
The door opened and the old black man came into the office carrying a metal bucket. His face brightened into a gap toothed grin when he saw Ebony standing naked in front of the principal's desk, valiantly trying to protect her modesty.
"Well, well, well," smiled Rastus, "if it ain't miss high an' mighty agin! I keep runnin' into you all da time! Now, how comes you be coverin' yo' stuff up, girl? It ain't like I never seen it b'fore. Hell, I done had me some o' dat already!"
"Get those hands down, nigger," ordered Principal Chalmers. "Ol' Rastus here been kind enough to attend to your discomfort. Least you can do is show a little consideration."
Ebony hung her head in shame and dropped her hands to her sides. Rastus happily let his eyes slowly roam over the teenager's nude body.
"Put the bucket on the floor, boy," instructed the principal. "The little lady's gonna piss in it."
"I... can't go with you all watching," said Ebony softly.
"Too bad, Johnson," said Mister Chalmers. "Squat over that bucket and let it go. We ain't got all day."
It seemed that nothing was going to dissuade the principal from forcing the black school girl to relieve herself in the bucket on the floor of his office. She looked down at the floor, avoiding looking at the faces of Principal Chalmers and Rastus. Ebony squatted over the bucket as ordered and tried to will herself to urinate in it.
"I can't do it," she said after a minute or two with no results.
"All right, Rastus," sighed the principal. "Seems she's too shy to do her business with you watchin'. You might as well go. I'll send her back with the bucket later."
Dejected, the old black janitor turned and left. The door clicked shut behind him. Ebony started to stand.
"Ain't nobody tell you to get up, Johnson," said Mister Chalmers sternly. "The audience got reduced by half so you don't gotta be all bashful now. Now get with it."
Ebony couldn't believe that the principal was going to drag this out. She wondered what was going to happen when he learned that her request to go to the girls' room had been a ruse designed to let her escape. A few more minutes ticked by with no results. The young negress's legs grew stiff from holding the position squatting over the metal bucket.
"So, you was jus' bullshittin' me, ain't that right, Johnson?" Principal Chalmers said crossly. "Thought you could pull a fast one on me? I know all the tricks. Get up. I'll teach you to lie to me."
Principal Chalmers stood and walked to where a thin cane hung on the wall. He took it in one hand and took a couple of swings. The wooshing sound brought back memories for Ebony of the caning she'd received when he'd caught her naked in the science lab.
"Looks like you need to be reacquainted with the cane, nigger," he said. "Bend over the desk. Time for your lesson."
The colored school girl knew she was in for it and shuddered. Ebony got her feet and bent over the principal's desk. Her legs shook and she could feel tears welling up.
"Please, Mister Chalmers," she begged, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Don't whip me. I'm so sorry I lied. I'll suck you again. I know you like it. Just, please don't beat me."
"It's too late for that," said the principal plainly. "Besides, you'll be sucking me again. Don't you worry about that. You're gonna learn that's what niggers are for, Johnson. Now, shut up and take it."
Still sniveling, Ebony steeled herself for the blow. She knew the pain would be intense, but the degrading nature of the act was almost as bad. There she was, completely naked, bent over the white man's desk while he stood by, fully dressed, about to administer a beating that she'd have to just stand passively and take. It was utterly humiliating and her tears continued to flow freely, splashing on the desk top.
Whap!
"Ow!" yelped Ebony.
"Hush up, nigger," growled Principal Chalmers. "You're only gonna make it harder on yourself."
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Ebony's ass was on fire. The last blow had landed on top fresh welts left by the first three. It was all she could do to keep from crying out and angering the principal.
Whap! Whap!
The negro teen was still braced for the next stroke. Instead, she felt the white man's hand gently rubbing her burning ass. She felt her pussy tingle and was ashamed at her reaction.
"That's all for now, girl," said the principal. "Nice welts. Go stand in the corner where I can see 'em proper like. You'll stay there until you're ready to piss in the bucket. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," replied Ebony, her voice cracking.
"Good," he stated. "Don't you ever lie to me again, nigger. I won't take it easy on you next time."
"No, sir," whimpered the black girl. "I'm sorry, sir."
Ebony walked over to the corner of the office behind the principal's desk and stood facing the wall. Gradually, her tears subsided.
Behind her, she could hear Principal Chalmers sitting in his chair and returning to his work. Ebony stood silently for what felt like hours while the silver haired man made phone calls on school business. Other times she could hear nothing and imagined him admiring his cruel handiwork in the form of the angry red welts on her tender dark flesh. Finally, she heard a knock on the door.
"Yes?" called Mister Chalmers.
"Massa Chalmers, suh?" a voice came through the door. "It's Cooper, suh. I's on time fo' you, suh."
"Come in, Cooper," replied the principal.
Ebony blushed at the idea that another student would see her in this state. Being treated like a disobedient child was bad enough without witnesses to her shame.
"Turn around, Johnson," said Principal Chalmers. "I want you to see this."
The colored girl turned to see a short chubby dark skinned girl with thick lips looking at her wide eyed. Ebony recognized the girl from the afternoon from the discipline room. Cooper quickly averted her eyes.
"Strip, Cooper," ordered the white man.
"Yes, suh," replied Cooper. "Right away, suh."
The chubby negro girl quickly pulled off her tee shirt and dropped her jeans. Her bra was torn and a little too small for the big girl and she struggled to get it off. Finally Cooper pulled her panties down and stood naked in front of the principal's desk, hands behind her head, feet wide apart, and her head bowed.
"Come over here, Johnson," instructed the principal. "Look closely at her."
Ebony slowly stepped over to where Cooper stood. It was then she saw the faded welts on the girl's ample flesh. Several stripes right across her breasts. Two actually touched her nipples. Her eyes went lower and she was shocked to see fresher welts on the chubby colored girl's thighs.
"Turn around, Cooper," commanded Principal Chalmers.
"Yes, suh," Cooper replied instantly and complied.
The big girl's back had at least a dozen faded stripes. Several more were across her fat black ass and the backs of her thighs. Some were still swollen. Mister Chalmers ran his hand over Cooper's back side. The poor negro girl whimpered as he touched the new red marks, but she remained motionless.
"Bend over, Cooper," ordered the white man. "Put your hand between her legs, Johnson. Do it."
Cooper immediately bent over at the waist. With the big girl's legs parted, Ebony could see that the welts went right between her thighs. More than one were right across chubby negro's vagina.
The teenager blushed again, but knew better than to hesitate. Clearly Cooper had paid the price for disobedience and Ebony didn't want to suffer the same fate. She put her hand between her classmate's legs. The chubby girl shuddered at her touch.
At first, Ebony thought she'd hurt the girl by touching the still tender welts on her abused flesh. But, when she pushed her hand further between Cooper's legs, she found the chubby girl's pussy was soaked.
"Well, Johnson?" smiled Principal Chalmers, "what's the verdict?"
"She's wet," replied Ebony, red faced.
"How about that?" mused the white man. "Cooper's learnin' to be a good nigger. Ain't you, girl?"
"Yes, suh," responded the bowed negro. "I's a good nigger, suh. I ain't never gon' be late an' I's gon' do like Massa say."
"Good girl, Cooper," said the principal with satisfaction. "Stand up and face us."
"Yes, suh," replied Cooper, quickly obeying. "Is you gon' use dis nigga, suh? I be honored to serve, Massa, suh."
Ebony couldn't believe the way this girl was talking to the principal. Had Cooper no shame or self respect? She found herself embarrassed for the chubby negro's extreme subservience.
"Not today, no," Principal Chalmers told her. "I'll be using Johnson here this afternoon. Right after she pisses in the bucket for me."
"Kin dis nigga please lick yo' ass while you fuck dat one, suh?" begged Cooper. "I does it how you like it, suh."
"Sorry, Cooper," the principal responded. "I wouldn't last two minutes with your tongue up my ass, girl. Johnson needs more use than that. But, I'll give you a few strokes with the cane if you'd like. Would you like that, girl?"
So, she still wasn't off the hook, thought Ebony. She couldn't believe that Cooper would be so eager for humiliation that she'd beg for it.
"Yes, suh," Cooper assured him sincerely. "You too good to dis nigga, suh. How you want me, suh?."
"I'll leave it up to you to choose," said the silver haired man.
"Thank you, suh," replied Cooper.
Ebony was amazed to see a hint of a shy smile on the girl's face. She carefully removed the papers from the principal's desk and placed them on a table that was against the wall. She walked to where the cane hung on the wall and took it down. The slender teen watched in shock as Cooper placed the instrument of pain in her mouth like a dog fetching a stick.
The chubby colored girl climbed up on the principal's desk and lay on her back. Cooper grabbed the backs of her thighs just above her knees and pulled her legs up to her chest. Her vagina was exposed and vulnerable.
"You're a little slut, Cooper," chuckled Principal Chalmers. "You know that?"
"Yeth, thur," said the fat teenager, the cane still in her mouth.
The white man took the cane from Cooper's mouth and slid it up and down over the colored girl's thighs. Ebony could see that her pussy was wet and glistening. Was it possible the chubby negro liked this treatment?
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Ebony expected to hear the girl cry out, but instead Cooper just rolled her head back from side to side with her eyes half open. The big girl was actually humping in anticipation of the blows.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
"That's all, Cooper," Principal Chalmers said finally. "Time to get back to class."
"Yes, suh," replied Cooper, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Kin dis nigger pee in dat bucket fo' you, suh?"
"As a matter of fact, I'd like that, girl," said the white man. "Go ahead."
The big girl gingerly slid off the table. Clearly she was feeling the pain from the cane. The principal held out the cane to her, and Cooper took it in her mouth. She proceeded to replace the papers from the table back to the desk before hanging the cane back on the wall.
Cooper squatted over the bucket. Looking up at Principal Chalmers as if searching for approval in his face, the chubby colored girl let loose a stream of piss that sounded loudly in the metal container. After she was through she remained in position.
"Kin dis nigga git dressed now, suh?" asked Cooper.
"Yes, girl," the principal told her.
Ebony watched as Cooper stood and put her clothes back on. The girl winced as she pulled her jeans up over her freshly beat pussy. The room smelled of sex. There was doubt in the teen's mind that the chubby girl was aroused by what had happened. She was ashamed to admit to herself that she, too, was not unaffected.
"Kin dis nigga go now, suh?" asked the big black teenager. "You want I be here tomorrow?"
"You may leave, girl," Principal Chalmers replied. "Be here tomorrow. Same time."
"Yes, suh!" smiled Cooper. "I be here fo' you, suh. I ain't gon' be late."
"Good girl," said the white man. "Close the door after yourself."
Cooper turned and left.
"See what a good nigger she turned out to be?" Mister Chalmers asked. "Always late for class. Now, she's always on time. No more sass mouth. Nice an' respectful now. Obedient. Eager to please. Even came to love the cane."
"I don't expect all that from you, Johnson," he continued. "But I do demand obedience. Are you ready to piss in the bucket for me? Or am I gonna have to put a few more stripes on that pretty black body of yours?"
There was going to be no end the humiliation, it seemed to her. Unlike Cooper, Ebony had no desire to feel the cane. Relieving herself in the bucket naked in front of the principal was degrading, but at least it didn't hurt.
"I'll pee in the bucket," said Ebony in a small voice.
Ebony squatted over the bucket. The smell of Cooper's urine was strong and the teenager's nostrils flared at the smell. She tried to relax enough to start the flow of piss and finally was rewarded by a small stream splashing loudly into the bucket.
"That's a good nigger," Principal Chalmers praised her. "That ain't so hard, now is it?"
"No, sir," Ebony replied, her face burning with shame.
"Wipe your cunt off and sit up on the desk in front of me," he instructed her, pushing a box of tissues towards her as he sat in his chair.
Ebony blushed and wiped herself under the principal's watchful gaze. She was thoroughly humiliated. Principal Chalmers pushed himself back from the desk and patted the spot in front of him.
"Right here, Johnson," ordered the principal. "Sit here and spread 'em."
The colored girl climbed up to where the white man indicated. She sat on the edge of the desk and opened her legs wide, essentially offering her sex to him. Ebony looked away from Principal Chalmers as he ran his fingertips over her pussy lips. She could feel herself react involuntarily to his touch.
"You're wet and ready," he observed. "Time to get fucked, nigger."
Principal Chalmers stood up and dropped his pants. His dick stood out straight. Stepping between Ebony's spread legs, he pushed his cock against the entrance to her vagina. With one firm stroke, he was inside her.
Ebony gasped as she was penetrated. It felt good and she couldn't help but hump back at him. He thrust into her and slowly pumped his dick in and out of the negro's pussy. She leaned back on her arms and took it.
The beginnings of an orgasm began building inside the colored school girl's body. But, before she got very close, the old white man shoved his length deep inside her.
"Uh...," he grunted as he ejaculated into her vagina.
The principal stepped back from the black teenager and pulled up his pants. Ebony could feel his semen drooling out of her pussy. She felt like a piece of meat. A used piece of meat.
"We're through here, Johnson," Principal Chalmers told her. "You're leaking on my desk. Clean it up and get dressed."
"Yes, sir," replied the humiliated colored girl.
Ebony reached for the box of tissues, but Principal Chalmers stopped her.
"Lick it up, nigger," he instructed her indignantly. "You gotta alot to learn still about payin' proper respect."
The colored girl felt a little sick to her stomach as she got off the desk and looked at the puddle of thick white liquid on the wooden desk top. She could feel still more of the principal's sperm dripping down the inside of her leg. Bending over, Ebony poked her tongue out and lapped the mess up off the desk.
"That's better," said Principal Chalmers, mollified. "Now get dressed and get to class. Go empty the bucket in the girls' room and take it back to the janitor."
Principal Chalmers turned his attention to the papers on his desk, only looking up now and then as Ebony dressed. Her ass burned and her pussy was throbbing. She'd been so close, but she thought that maybe it was best she'd been spared the humiliation of actually cumming under such degrading circumstances.
Once she was dressed, Ebony picked up the bucket. The odor was strong and it was obvious what it was. Now, she'd have to carry it through the school corridor to the nearest girls' room.
"Can I go now, sir?" asked the black teenager.
"Yes," replied the principal. "I don't think there's any need to bring this up with your mother. Stay out of trouble, Johnson. We'll just forget the whole thing. I think that's best. Close the door behind you."
"Yes, sir," replied Ebony.
Relieved that her ordeal was almost over, Ebony carried the bucket through the outer office. Something told her she could trust the principal to say nothing. However, she knew she'd never forget the whole thing even if he did.
Once out in the hallway, Ebony tried to avoid other students. She'd been looking forward to seeing her mother earlier. But now, it was just as well that Bernadine was nowhere to be seen. A few heads turned and she heard more than one snicker as she made her way to the bathroom to empty the bucket.
As she neared her destination, she saw Craig and his buddies hanging out. The perverts were probably watching girls going in and out of the bathroom, thought Ebony.
"Whatcha got there?" asked Craig. "You workin' at cleanin' the place up now? Burger flippin' to much for you so now you're jus' moppin' up?"
Ebony's face burned as she hurried by them without saying anything. At last, she'd reached her destination. Ebony went through the swinging door and into a stall, past a group of white girls doing their makeup at the mirrors over the sinks. She poured the contents of the bucket out into the toilet and flushed it down.
When she came back out, all eyes were upon her. Ebony avoided eye contact with the girls in the restroom and started for the janitor's room so she could complete her task. She thought about just abandoning the bucket, but she could still feel the welts on her ass and didn't want to do anything that would earn her additional strokes of the cruel cane.
The janitor's room was locked when she got there, but she could tell the light was on inside. Ebony knocked and it seemed like ages before Rastus opened the door a crack and peeked out.
"Oh, it's you, sweet thang," grinned the old colored man. "Come on in. Me 'an Noreen was jus' passin' da time. How 'bout you join in?"
Ebony could see Noreen kneeling next to a chair by a workbench. The janitor's niece was naked other than her bra, which was pulled up so as to reveal her dark thick nippled breasts. She made no move to cover herself. Rastus's smiling face glistened with beads of perspiration. The room reeked of sweat and sex.
"No," replied Ebony. "I'm just dropping this off."
The black teenager placed the bucket inside the door and backed away from the scene. She turned and went back up the stairs from the basement knowing that the perverted old negro was watching her the whole way. Ebony realized that just having Rastus look at her that way made her feel even more unclean than what Principal Chalmers had done to her.
At the top of the stairs, she found Craig and his friends looking down at her. Seth, the broad shouldered blonde, and Tyler the slender dark haired boy both grinned knowingly at her.
"Craig says he fucked your mama, girl," Seth announced. "Says he bent her over her desk and did her doggy style!"
"Shut the fuck up, you idiot!" Craig told his friend. "I ain't gonna get none of that nigger tail no more if you blab that shit all over!"
"Don't you losers have anything better to do?" asked Ebony, rolling her eyes. "All the tail you'll ever get'll be doggy style all right. From a real dog."
"I remember havin' you on a collar an' leash, nigger," Craig taunted her. "Now, that's a real dog if'n I ever seen one! A nigger dog!"
"In your dreams, loser," replied Ebony, her face hot. "You wish that was true!"
"Oh yeah?" countered Craig. "I fucked your mama all right, bitch. If I didn't, how come I know she got a bald pussy? Nice an' tight, too. Like mama, like daughter, I guess! Even made a noise when I shoved my dick in. You shoulda heard it."
"Liar!" exclaimed Ebony angrily, pushing past them.
"Lindsey ain't gonna like it you blabbed, buddy," Tyler said, shaking his head. "She said she's gonna make that old nigger bitch suck us all and you fucked it up!"
"Bitch called me a liar, asshole," replied Craig. "I had to set her straight."
Ebony couldn't believe how low Craig and his friends would go. There was no way it was true. Sure, they'd managed to manipulate her into submission, but she knew that her own mistakes had set her up for that fall. Her mother was too intelligent to allow herself to be put in such a position.
Still, Craig and his friends had her thinking. Ebony knew they were too stupid to be so convincing if they were only making it up. But, it just couldn't be true. She felt light headed and tried to decide what to do next.
Now, she was on a mission to find Bernadine and hear from her that it was all just lies. Ebony started off in the direction of the classroom her mother was teaching in.
Rounding a corner, Ebony just about ran into Taneesha. Her younger sister was talking with the twins, LaDonna and LaVonna. They all turned to see who was coming.
"Have you seen mama?" asked Ebony.
"No, I ain't seen her at all," Taneesha informed her. "I heared she left after her last class... I's wantin' to see her here at da school, but I guess she got stuff to do."
"She left before they called me?" Ebony wanted to know.
"Dat's right," confirmed her sister. "She ain't hear dat. How come you got called to da principal's office?"
"Never mind that," said Ebony, blushing. "I gotta get to class."
Ebony hurried off to her last class of the day. Knowing that her mother hadn't heard her name on the public address system allowed her to relax a little. Still, she was painfully reminded of her earlier ordeal as she sat in her seat. The welts on her ass rubbed against the material of her skirt. At least she wasn't wearing jeans, she thought.
* * *
Ora Lee was waiting in front of the school already when Ebony arrived. It would be several minutes before Mister Ellsworth would be coming by to take them to work at the Burger Barn.
"I heared you got called down to da principal's office, Ebony," said Ora Lee. "You ain't in any trouble, is you?"
"I've been in trouble since I got to this place," replied Ebony.
Craig, Seth, and Tyler emerged from the school building with Noreen close behind them. Ebony was ashamed that she'd felt the slightest twinges of jealousy when the white boys chose the janitor's niece over her. She knew she should be happy that they turned their attentions elsewhere. There was no way they'd turned it towards her mother. That was just impossible.
"Dem mens is mean, girl," remarked Ora Lee. "Dat Mister Craig Williamson, he da worst. I ain't know how you could be wit' him. Ain't know why Noreen be wit' dem neither."
"What?" Ebony asked incredulously. "I thought you liked to 'help' all the white boys."
"Hell, no!" said Ora Lee. "He be makin' fun o' me. Sayin' I's stupid. I gots to be 'spectful, but I ain't gon' help him fo' nothin'. Now, his brother, Mister Jason Williamson, he real nice. I done help him a time or two. He tell me I's a good nigger an' I's pleasin' to him. Hard to believes dey got da same mama."
A few minutes later, Ebony saw Taneesha and Stuart come through the front door and walk across the parking lot. They seemed to take no notice of her. The white boy got in the old red Honda and pushed the passenger door open. Her younger sister climbed in.
"And how about him?" Ebony wanted to know. "Horny white bastard. Couldn't get me so he went after Neesha. She just can't see him for what he is."
"Mister Stuart Nelson ain't so bad," Ora Lee countered. "He ain't never asked me fo' no help, but I be happy to give it to him if'n he did. You right he prob'ly horny. But, what kinda man ain't dat way? Dat's da way it is, girl. An' Neesha, she really like him, too. He makes her happy an' feelin' good. Ain't nothin' wrong wit' dat."
Ebony just glared as the small red car drove out of the parking lot. She remembered how the nerdy Stuart had tried to take advantage of her. He might not have forced himself on her the way Craig had, but the whole episode with him and been a humiliating experience nevertheless. What could Taneesha possibly see in him?
* * *
The evening at the Burger Barn proceeded uneventfully until just around closing. Ebony was at the counter, dressed in her fast food uniform, red checkered blouse and white slacks. She was waiting for the last diners to leave when Jason walked in.
The colored girl felt her pussy tingle at the memory of the time she'd spent with him at the lakeside cabin when he used her hard, but left her conflicted. The age old battle between intellect and libido, and in his case, she wasn't sure which would win out.
"May I help you, sir?" asked Ebony, bashfully.
"I didn't expect to see you here, Ebony," smiled the young white man. "You been workin' here long?"
"Just this semester," replied Ebony. "I've got to help make some money so I can go to Smithmore College next year."
"Smithmore?!" exclaimed Jason. "I didn't know no colored girls from around here went to a place like that."
"I'm not from around here," Ebony pointed out. "My mama grew up here, but left right after high school. I'm leaving just as soon as I can."
"Well, good!" said Jason. "I go to school pretty close to Smithmore. Things are way different there. It's harder to find nice colored girls like you. There's some, but none quite so fine as you."
Ebony blushed. She knew she shouldn't accept his referring to her as a 'colored girl', but when he did it, she could feel it between her legs. The idea that she'd still be seeing him after leaving this town had her imagining the possibilities.
"Thank you, sir," was all she could manage to say.
Jason went ahead and placed his order. Ebony felt his touch through her entire body when he handed her the money for it.
"Ebony!" called Mister Ellsworth. "This one's gonna have to be to go. Lock up after this one."
Damn, thought Ebony. She'd actually been hoping Jason would be staying in the dining area so she could spend a little more time with him. The black teen wasn't sure what had come over her, but she could tell she was excited. She could feel his eyes on her as she put a cheeseburger and fries in a bag and handed it across the counter to him.
"I'll see ya 'round, girl," smiled Jason. "Take care."
"Bye, sir," Ebony managed to say.
Ebony followed Jason to the door and locked it once he was outside. She watched as he went to his car, her heart pounding and her face flushed.
"All right, girls," announced Mister Ellsworth. "Let's get this place cleaned up."
The spell of the moment was broken and Ebony calmed down. She joined Ora Lee in wiping down the tables and finally taking the filled trash bags out back.
The dumpster was directly behind the restaurant, surrounded by a weather beaten wooden fence. A single street lamp lit the area. Ebony tossed the two trash bags she was carrying up inside it.
"Hello again, nigger," she heard Jason's voice say.
Ebony was startled for a second before Jason stepped into the light. When she saw him she felt light headed and could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Her pussy tingled and she could feel it moisten.
"Hello, sir," she replied, her head bowed.
"After a meal, there's nothin' like a blow job," Jason told her. "Get on your knees."
"Yes, sir," said Ebony.
The colored girl knelt between the dumpster and the fence as if in a hypnotic spell. The young white man stepped right up in front of her and unzipped his fly. His dick was already partially erect by the time he fished it out of his jeans.
Ebony looked up at him and opened her mouth, laying her tongue on her thick bottom lip. Jason rested his cock on her tongue and she wrapped her lips around it and slurped it in. She could feel him grow inside her mouth. She could taste the pre cum on the tip of his dick.
Just then, she heard foot steps approaching. Ora Lee appeared carrying two more trash bags and was just about to toss them into the dumpster when she saw Ebony kneeling with Jason's cock in her mouth. The negro's face grew hot with embarrassment, but she didn't stop sucking the young white man's dick.
"'scuse me, suh!" exclaimed Ora Lee, surprised. "I din't know you was here, Massa Jason. Please fo'give dis nigga fo' intrudin'."
"It's ok, Ora," replied Jason. "Just havin' some dessert."
"Yes, suh," Ora Lee smiled. "Thank you, suh. I jus' be goin' now."
Ora Lee left the trash bags sitting on the pavement and hurried out of sight. Jason bucked his hips, thrusting his dick in and out of Ebony's mouth. The big girl had been a momentary distraction, but the negro teen kept sucking.
"You gotta sweet mouth, girl," Jason complimented her. "Soft tongue, thick nigger lips, and you sure know how to use 'em."
Ebony couldn't believe he was talking to her like that. She also couldn't believe how wet she was getting between her legs from it. Even having the Ora Lee walk in on them didn't take away from it.
Embarrassing as it had been, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of pride in showing the big black girl that she knew how to 'help' a white man as much as Ora Lee herself did and wasn't ashamed to do it.
"Oh, yeah..." sighed Jason as he released into Ebony's mouth. "Good girl..."
Ebony hungrily sucked the cum out of Jason's dick. She didn't understand what came over her, but she wanted to be an instrument of his pleasure. When she'd drained his cock, she let it slip out of her mouth and kissed it.
"Fuck, Ebony," said Jason, satisfied, "I could get used to havin' a nigger like you around. Too bad I gotta go now, but, I'm definitely lookin' you up in the fall, girl. Count on it."
"Thank you, sir," said Ebony sincerely.
Jason put his dick away and zipped up his fly. Ebony remained on her knees and watched as the young man walked away. She felt like she was somebody else watching what had happened. It couldn't have been her, kneeling before a white man, eagerly submitting to him, allowing him to use her body for his pleasure. But it was.
After Jason had gone, Ebony stood and brushed herself off. Her white slacks now had dirty spots on the knees, essentially advertising what she'd just done. The colored girl picked up the trash bags Ora Lee had dropped and tossed them into the dumpster.
Back in the restaurant, Ora Lee was nowhere to be seen. Ebony was anxious to run into her so she could gauge the big girl's reaction to what she'd seen out by the dumpster. Through the kitchen, she could see the manager's office door was cracked. She walked up to it quietly.
"Dat's right, daddy," Ora Lee's voice was saying. "Ebony was down on her knees wit' dat white boy's cock in her mouf. She be suckin' it down like a good nigga."
"Wish I'd seen it," murmured Mister Ellsworth. "Ebony's a hottie, but I didn't think she had it in her."
"She's a good nigga, daddy," insisted Ora Lee. "She jus' needed to fin' da right man to help her. Dat's all."
Ebony quickly walked away and waited in the dining room for them to come out. Her mind was racing as she tried to make sense of the day's events. She felt like she was living a huge contradiction. It was all so confusing to her.
* * *
The ride home was spent in idle talk about work. Neither Ora Lee nor Mister Ellsworth said anything about what had happened. Ebony was still trying to sort it out for herself and was lost in thought.
"Thanks for the ride," said Ebony as she climbed out of the blue pickup truck. "See you tomorrow."
Mister Ellsworth backed the truck out of the driveway. Ebony watched the lights disappear down the road before turning around. Bernadine's car was parked in its spot. There were so many questions she had for her mother. But, she had even more for herself.
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