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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
At fifteen, Julia was a slender looking girl. Naturally, she'd started to mature, but she still had a ways to go before she'd be the well filled in woman she would later become. Even back then she wore her hair long and straight. She lived with her mother in a two bedroom apartment at the Jefferson Heights complex.
Brenda Robinson had youthful facial features that made her look like a chubby teenager. However, her extra large breasts and fine fat ass were definitely the attributes of the thirty one year old woman she was. In spite of her eye catching appearance, she was shy. She worked as an aide at a nearby nursing home.
Julia was in her room reading, as she was most evenings, when she heard a knock at the door. She got up and looked out of her room into the living room.
Her mother was still in her work clothes, a loose fitting pastel dress with a plastic name tag pinned to it. Brenda had been watching television, but was already up off the couch and headed for the door. She looked in the peep hole before opening the door. She recognized the building manager outside and let him in.
Howard Greene was a heavy set man in his mid forties. He was going bald and had combed his dark brown hair over in an unsuccessful effort to conceal that fact. Nature had tried to compensate him for his baldness by making him hairy everywhere else. He had a brushy mustache and a heavy day's growth of beard. Curly hairs peeked out from under the denim work shirt he was wearing. He stepped into the room and looked around briefly as Brenda closed the door.
"Sorry to come by so late," he apologized. "But, it's the second of the month already and I still don't have your rent check."
Brenda felt an empty feeling inside her. She hated to be behind on the rent.
"I'm sorry, Mister Greene...," replied Brenda. "I had to git my car fixed an' I ain't got no money left over for the rent. I'm gittin' paid on Friday an' I kin pay it up then."
"Okay," said Howard. "No problem... Too bad about your car troubles..."
"Thanks," Brenda replied, a little relieved. "I 'preciate it. I really do. I try to pay on time, but since the rent went up it's harder."
"Look, Brenda," Howard said in a lowered voice, "it doesn't have to be hard... In fact, it could be a whole lot easier..."
"How do you mean?" asked Brenda.
"Well..., I can make things easier for you with the rent, that's all," said Howard, dropping his eyes and taking a long look at Brenda's ample breasts. "Maybe I could make it real easy... I've always kind of had my eye on you since you moved in..."
"You have?" Brenda replied, quite conscious of where the white man's eyes were.
"Oh, yes," Howard smiled, looking back up at her. "When a nice looking colored lady moves in, I notice."
"I didn't know, Mister Greene," blushed Brenda.
"Please...," said Howard. "Call me Howard... And I'm serious about making things easy for you. You know what I mean?"
"I'm not sure..., Howard," replied Brenda haltingly.
Brenda had a pretty good idea, though. Julia did, too. The teenager was spellbound watching the building manager trying to put subtle moves on her mother and watching her react. She wondered what he'd do next.
Howard reached out and put his hand on Brenda's shoulder.
"I want us to be friends," said Howard. "That's all. I can make things easier for... friends. Understand?"
Brenda nodded slowly, her eyes locked with Howard's. The stocky building manager ran his hand down her shoulder and over her bare arm. Julia's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe she was seeing this. How could this white man assume that he could take liberties that way? How could her mother just stand there and let him touch her without protesting?
Howard moved his hand back up Brenda's arm to her shoulder. He then let it slowly drop, brushing against her breast through her work dress. The black woman made no move to stop him, her heart was pounding and her pussy tingled.
Suddenly, the phone rang, startling Brenda and Howard as well as Julia from where she watched unseen behind her bedroom door.
"I better git that," said Brenda.
"Yeah...," agreed Howard.
"Hello?" Brenda spoke when she picked up the phone. "Hang on a sec."
Brenda put her hand over the mouthpiece and looked at Howard.
"I should get going...," he said. "I'll come by on Friday for the rent... Think about what I said, Brenda. I can make it easy for you. Believe me."
"Okay," replied Brenda. "I'll have it then."
Howard let himself out of the apartment and closed the door. Julia took a step back into her room to make sure her mother didn't discover her eavesdropping. Brenda stood there for a moment holding the phone handset before uncovering the mouthpiece. Her heart was still beating fast.
"Sorry 'bout that, Dee," said Brenda into the phone. "You ain't gonna believe what jus' happened!"
Julia recognized Dee as her Aunt Darla. Although she was ashamed of herself for it, the teenager stayed where she was to listen to Brenda bring her older sister up to date on the incident with the building manager that her phone call had just interrupted moments earlier.
"The super jus' left," Brenda started telling her sister on the phone. "I ain't paid the rent yet this month an' he was up here lookin' for it. Now, git this! He be sayin' how he kin make it 'easier' for me to pay it an' how he wants us bein' friendly."
Julia wished she could hear what Darla was saying. Her aunt had a way of always saying exactly what was on her mind. Brenda sat on the couch with the phone.
"Oh, yeah," laughed Brenda, "he's as white as they come."
Brenda laughed at Darla's response.
"Jungle fever!" exclaimed Brenda. "Stop it, girl! I can't stop laughin'!"
Smiling broadly, Brenda listened to her sister speak. Julia tried to imagine what Darla was saying. She liked the image that "jungle fever" conjured up. A horny white man lusting after a black girl.
"I dunno...," Brenda said after a long silence. "He ain't bad lookin' or nothin'. He's kinda chubby an' kinda bald, but he's kinda cute that way, too. Like a big ol' teddy bear. An', I gotta say it feels good to see that look in a man's eye when he's lookin' at me. I mean, it's a white man with the hots for me!"
Brenda listened for a minute while Darla spoke.
"Well..., he did kinda touch me...," said Brenda. "I swear I was gittin' all hot when I felt his hand on my arm... He kinda touched my tittie on top of my dress when y'all called, Dee! I ain't had no man for so long an' it was jus' gittin' good!"
Brenda laughed at whatever Darla said.
"Okay, girl," said Brenda. "I'll holla later. Bye."
Julia quickly went and lay back down on her bed and opened up the book she'd been reading. Brenda hung up the phone and came back to the short hallway to the bedrooms. She looked into her daughter's room.
"I didn't know you was still up, Julia," said Brenda. "When you didn't come out I figured you be sleepin'."
"No, Mama, I was jus' readin'," lied Julia. "Who was callin'?"
"Jus' Darla," replied Brenda. "The super was up here before. Mister Greene was lookin' for the rent. I swear, one time I'm late with it, an' up he comes... Anyways, you best be goin' to bed, girl. It's gittin' late an' you got school in the mornin'."
"Okay," said Julia. "I jus' wanna finish this chapter. Then I'll go to bed."
"A'right," Brenda said. "Good night, baby."
Brenda left the room and went into her own and closed the door. Julia was relieved she hadn't been busted. Her mother didn't even suspect she'd been peeking and saw everything with Howard. She got up and put the book away. The teenager stripped down and put on the oversized man's tee shirt she liked to sleep in. Turning off the lights, she got under the covers.
The black teenager couldn't stop thinking about her mother and the hairy building manager. Jungle fever. She imagined what it would be like to have a grown white man overwhelmed with desire for her. He'd stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and what he wanted was her sweet chocolate colored body.
Julia's hand had already found its way between her legs and she rubbed herself while her fantasy flashed in her mind. The white man couldn't contain himself. He had to have her no matter what. In the end, he was on top of her, pinning her down with his weight. She was powerless to stop him. He could just take her. She had no choice in the matter. His huge cock was inside her, fucking her frantically. He had the jungle fever bad.
"Oh!" cried Julia as she masturbated herself to orgasm. "Oh!"
As soon as she came, she was embarrassed by how loud she'd been. If Brenda had heard her, she'd be mortified. Julia had the idea that her mother didn't know that her sweet little girl liked to play with herself while she thought nasty thoughts. She silently prayed that her mother was already asleep.
Getting out of bed, she decided to go listen through her mother's door to reassure herself that Brenda was asleep. If she got caught, she could just keep walking to the bathroom. Her plan complete, Julia stepped into the hallway and listened.
Julia's eyes got wide when she heard the faint buzz of the vibrator her mother thought she didn't know about. It just kept going and going. The teenager blushed and hurried back to her own bed. It seemed Brenda was affected the same way as her daughter by the whole episode. She started thinking about her mother in a different light.
* * *
When Friday night arrived, Julia wasn't sure what to expect. All she could do was pretend to be reading or doing school work in her room while she waited.
Brenda hadn't acted any different that night. After the dinner dishes were washed, she relaxed on the couch in front of the television. It was almost ten o'clock when someone knocked on the door.
Julia was already in her tee shirt night gown. She quickly went to the spot behind her open bedroom door where she could see the living room and be unobserved herself. She watched Brenda get up from the couch and go take a look through the peep hole in the front door.
The girl was shocked to see her mother unbutton the two top buttons on her light colored uniform dress before opening the door. Maybe Howard wasn't the only jungle fever sufferer, she thought.
Howard stepped into the room. He looked the same as before, right down to the stubbly beard and the denim work clothes.
"I got the rent for you, Mister Greene, sir," said Brenda.
Julia could see the smile develop on Howard's face. It was clear he liked Brenda's respectful tone.
"Now, Brenda, I asked you to call me Howard," he told her. "We're friends, remember?"
"That's right..., Howard," said Brenda. "Sorry."
"Forget about it," smiled Howard.
Howard glanced down at Brenda's exposed cleavage. Julia could tell from his expression that he liked seeing that, too, whether he realized that she'd done it on purpose for his benefit or not. She also noticed the bulge in his jeans.
"I also told you I could make things easier for you," he continued. "Remember?"
"Uh huh," replied Brenda bashfully. "I remember."
"Maybe we can sit down and talk about it a little," said Howard. "You're alone, right? I'm not interrupting anything am I?"
"No...," Brenda replied. "My girl Julia's in her room readin'. But, that girl wouldn't know it if the place was on fire when she's readin'."
"Let's get comfortable then," said Howard, settling down on the couch.
Brenda sat next to him. She could see him glancing down her top. Perhaps he was behaving inappropriately. But, it wasn't as if she hadn't wanted him to look. After all, she'd made sure he'd get a good view. It felt good to have the white man take such an interest in her.
"I was thinking how I could... you know... take care of things behind the scenes for you," he started. "You wouldn't have to pay any rent at all. I'd just fix it so the government paid for everything. Plenty of folks in this building get a hundred percent subsidy. Why not a pretty colored lady like you?"
"No rent at all?" Brenda was surprised.
"Yeah, no rent," replied Howard. "Believe it or not, it's easier to just put you on a hundred percent than it is to just make it less."
"That would be wonderful," said Brenda happily. "I'd really appreciate it."
Howard leaned closer to Brenda until he was right in her face.
"That's what friends do, Brenda," he said softly. "They take care of each other."
Julia could feel her mouth going dry, but she didn't want to move from the spot she was in and miss anything. Brenda leaned back from him, but he just got closer until their lips were touching. The teenager couldn't believe that the building manager was actually kissing her mother.
Brenda felt Howard's lips on hers and she closed her eyes. His lips were soft, but she could feel the mustache and bristles on her face. It was scratchy, but very masculine. She'd missed having a man touch her the way a woman needed to be touched.
When Brenda didn't resist his advances, Howard was encouraged to go further. He kissed her again and put his hand on her bare arm. He gently ran it down her arm to her hand and then just rubbed on it while he kissed her again.
The black woman's heart pounded and she could feel her pussy tingle. Her teenaged daughter was getting the same reaction from watching. Howard's hand moved over to Brenda's breast and he squeezed it through the dress and bra. By now she was on her back and he was just about on top of her.
Howard was undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. Brenda made no move to stop him and just lay there passively letting him. Julia slipped her hand into her panties and touched her pussy. It was soaked. She found her clit and started absent mindedly rubbing on it.
Soon, he had all the buttons undone and had the top of Brenda's work dress open, revealing the worn black bra she was wearing. He reached around behind her and fumbled with the clasp. She rolled a little towards the back of the couch to give him enough access to unfasten her bra. Howard pulled the shoulder strap down her arm and she moved around so he could slip it right off.
At last, he he had both straps off and her bra was essentially just laying across her breasts. Howard licked his lips as he lifted it up and the black woman's huge breasts flopped out. Brenda was self-conscious about how saggy they were but one look at the white man's face relieved her concerns.
"Damn...," breathed Howard. "You've got a fantastic set of tits, Brenda... Nice big black tits... They're so soft!"
Howard squeezed and kneaded Brenda's breasts with both hands. The black woman just lay still and allowed herself to be handled. Her nipples hardened quickly. Although she had no outward reaction, inside she was as aroused as she'd been in a long time. She hadn't felt so sexually desirable in years, and it was obvious that the white man wanted her bad.
Julia gasped when she saw her mother's breasts exposed. Clearly, Brenda wasn't going to make a move to stop Howard from doing whatever he wanted with her. The teenager imagined what she must feel like letting the white man use her body however he wanted.
After sliding over a little to reposition himself, Howard leaned back down with his face at the level of Brenda's bare black breasts. He held the floppy mammaries together in his hands and started sucking on her nipples. First one and then the other and then back again.
From behind her bedroom door, Julia watched and rubbed on her pussy with one hand. She touched her teenaged breasts with the other hand and imagined what it would feel like to have a horny white man sucking on them and being his object of desire.
If Julia was surprised to see her mother's breasts bared, she was shocked when Howard unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. She just caught a glimpse of his dick as he got between her mother's legs.
Howard reached up under Brenda's work dress and pushed the crotch of her panties to one side. He could feel that the material was soaked and smiled down at her. The black woman blushed bashfully. Now she knew that he knew just how turned on she was and it belied her passive response to his advances. Julia couldn't see what was happening very well, but she had a good idea.
Brenda parted her legs further to give the white man better access to her vagina. She felt the head of his dick work its way between her pussy lips. A moment later, he penetrated her and started thrusting in and out. She turned her head to one side and let him take his pleasure with her body while she enjoyed the sensations of having a man inside her again after so much time had gone by.
Julia couldn't stay on her feet any more and went to her bed and lay down on her belly. The teenager started humping her bed, desperately in need of sexual relief.
Out on the couch, Howard just kept pounding into Brenda's pussy while the black woman simply lay there, taking it. It didn't take long before the white man grunted and released his seed into her vagina. She hadn't been close to orgasm in the short time he'd been fucking her, but she didn't care. A white man had used her to completion and she felt fulfilled.
After laying on top of Brenda for a minute, Howard got up and pulled up his pants. He looked down at the black woman sprawled on the couch, her dress open and breasts bared, her panties pushed to one side and his cum oozing out of her exposed pussy. She watched his face, happy to see how pleased he was with her and himself for having had her.
"I better get going, Brenda...," he said, embarrassed. "The wife's gonna wonder what's taking me so long..."
"Okay..., Howard," replied Brenda. "Thank you..."
"Oh yeah...," said Howard. "Forget the rent... I'll take care of it..."
"Not just for that...," added Brenda.
"Damn, you're fantastic..." smiled Howard, his hand on the doorknob. "I'll see you later... Tomorrow?"
"'kay," said Brenda.
Howard turned the knob and was gone. Brenda stayed on the couch for a few minutes after he left before standing up. She put her breasts back inside her dress and buttoned a few buttons on it. She straightened out the crotch of her panties and felt the thick gooey wetness between her legs. It had been a long time, she thought.
Brenda looked in on her daughter before going to bed. Julia appeared to be sleeping soundly. The black woman closed the girl's bedroom door and went to her own room. She thought about taking a shower, but decided she'd rather savor the feel of him on her for the night.
Before turning in, Brenda went to the top drawer in her dresser. Under her clean panties was the instrument of her own sexual release, a purple vibrator. Since Julia was asleep, she felt comfortable cranking it up to full force, which gave off an embarrassingly loud buzz.
She lay in bed and turned it on. Slipping it between her legs, Brenda felt the pleasure radiating out from her freshly fucked pussy. She lay there enjoying the sensations as she reflected on her recent use, recalling the feel of Howard's hands on her, her nipples in his mouth, and his dick in her cunt.
"Ohhh...," she moaned as her orgasm hit. "Ohhh..."
Brenda switched the vibe off and lay there for a few minutes before she drifted off to sleep.
Back in her room, Julia had heard everything. She'd felt a little guilty for getting aroused at seeing what appeared to be the building manager taking advantage of her mother. She hadn't felt too guilty, though, since it wasn't as if she was offering any resistance so it wasn't as if he was raping her or anything. Not to mention that it was hot.
But now, after hearing her mother go straight for the vibe and masturbate herself to sleep, Julia realized that Brenda had been just as turned on by it all as she had been.
* * *
Julia's Aunt Darla came to visit on Saturday night like she usually did. Usually, they all chatted and watched television, and tonight started off no differently than usual.
Brenda lounged on the couch in her lavender sweat pants and a pink sleeveless tee shirt. Darla had on stretch pants and button up blouse. Unlike her younger sister, she was wearing a bra. Julia had already changed into the oversized tee shirt she slept in.
However, Julia couldn't really focus on the program they were watching. Her mind kept wandering back to the previous day when she'd watched her mother passively allow the white building manager to have his way with her on the living room couch. The sexual tension was too much of a distraction for the teenager and she decided to go to bed even though it was just ten o'clock.
"I'm pretty sleepy," she announced. "I'm gonna go to bed."
"You feelin' okay, Julia?" asked Brenda.
"Yeah...," she replied. "Just tired. Good night."
Julia went to her room and got into bed. But, instead of sleeping, she lay awake, hoping to overhear Brenda and Darla talking about something good. Her mother and aunt waited for almost half an hour before they got down to what the girl wanted to listen to.
"Now, tell the truth, girl!" Darla started, as though continuing an earlier conversation. "You is tellin' me he is payin' your whole rent?"
"That's right," replied Brenda. "The whole thing."
"Damn," said Darla. "Jus' what is you doin' for him?"
"Nothin'," Brenda told her. "I jus' kinda let him in an' sat on the couch with him... Then I jus' kinda let him do what he wanted... I didn't do nothin', really..."
"Uh huh," said Darla. "An' jus' what did he want to do?"
"Well...," Brenda started. "He was kissin' on me... Then he was undoin' my dress... He got my titties out..."
"That ain't nothin', girl!" laughed Darla. "That's a whole lotta somethin'!"
"He really liked 'em," said Brenda. "He said he did, but it was how he was lookin' at 'em that made me know it for sure. I was kinda afraid he'd think they was too saggy once he got my bra off. But, it was like he was lookin' at the sexiest thing he ever saw. A white man! It felt so good, Dee!"
"I know it do, girl," Darla responded. "Now, keep goin'... What he do next?"
"Then he was suckin' on 'em..." Brenda went on. "I didn't see him undo his pants... But, next thing I know he's on top of me an' pushin' my panties out of the way an' I knowed I was gonna git some dick. White dick!"
"You ain't say nothin'?" Darla wanted to know.
"Nothin'," answered Brenda. "I jus' let him fuck me. He was so fired up he ain't last but a couple minutes. But, I didn't care. He was a white man an' he got his from me."
"Then what happened?" asked Darla.
"He left," said Brenda. "Said his wife would start wonderin' where he was. Left me right there on the couch with my titties out an' his spunk inside me."
"Typical man," laughed Darla. "Gits his nut an' he's out the door!"
Brenda laughed. Julia struggled not to laugh, too. She didn't want them to know she was listening. They never talked like this when she was around.
"I didn't mind," said Brenda. "He was a white man gittin' all hot for me. It felt good, girl. You know what I'm sayin'?"
"I keep tellin' you, Bren," Darla explained. "There's plenty of men... 'specially white men... who go crazy for a nigga with big saggy titties an' a nice fat ass. I see 'em checkin' me out all the time an' I bet you'd see 'em, too, if you looked. I jus' smile all sweet at 'em an' then shake it up a li'l when I'm walkin' away from 'em. I jus' know some of 'em go right home and jerk off thinkin' 'bout my fat black ass!"
"Darla!" exclaimed Brenda.
"It's the truth, girl," Darla laughed. "An' I love it. You ain't gotta be no playboy model to git some white man's dick hard. Plenty of 'em want a nigga jus' like us."
"See," explained Darla, "they ain't gotta play no games with a nigga like they do a white girl. They kin jus' git right down to business. 'cause to them, that's what a nigga's for. They gotta git a white girl in the mood an' they can't do jus' anything with her. No white girl's gonna jus' suck their dicks or lick their assholes. No fuckin' way! But, that's what they figure niggas is for. No wonder they got the jungle fever!"
"Your white man is jus' what I'm talkin' 'bout, too," Darla went on. "Sneaks out on his white wife to bust a nut in the nigga upstairs. She ain't gonna stand for him jus' spreadin' her legs an' stickin' his dick in her. She's a fine white lady. So she don't git no dick. You do. An' you git your rent picked up, too! It's all good, Bren."
"You're right, Dee," said Brenda. "I'm startin' to git it now..."
There was a knock at the door. Julia heart jumped. She wondered who could be coming by so late at night. She heard Brenda open the door.
"Mister Greene!" exclaimed Brenda.
"Hi..., Miz Robinson...," said Howard, looking around the room. "I can come back when you don't have a guest... I just wanted to... check on the heat."
"I was jus' leavin'," said Darla, smiling at Brenda.
"Don't leave on my account," Howard told her. "This can wait until tomorrow."
"No, I gotta git home," Darla assured him.
"Bye, Dee," said Brenda, her pulse already quickening.
"I'll holla at ya later, Bren," smiled Darla.
Julia heard the front door close and knew that Howard was alone with Brenda. She perked up her ears, hoping to hear what was going on.
"I've been thinking about you all day, Brenda," said Howard. "I didn't want to come right back up here so soon after last night, but I couldn't help myself."
Getting out of bed, Julia went to the vantage point behind her half closed bedroom door where she could see the goings on in the living room. She was ashamed of her actions, peeping on her mother, but prurient curiosity was too strong for her to resist. Howard had sat on the couch and Brenda was standing in front of him.
Howard reached up and slid his fingers under the waistband of Brenda's sweat pants. Then, in one motion, he yanked her pants and panties down to her knees. Julia was shocked by the suddenness of it and the casual way he did it. Her mother didn't even move, she just stood there passively as he exposed her from the waist down.
The white man leaned forward, placing his face up against the big negress's crotch. Inhaling deeply, Howard filled his nostrils with the aroma of Brenda's pussy. Julia was certain that her mother blushed as she stood passively while the building manager enjoyed her scent.
Standing, Howard grabbed the bottom of Brenda's sleeveless tee shirt and pulled it up, revealing her huge, unrestrained breasts. Julia watched as his eyes went wide as he took in the view of her mother's massive mammaries.
Julia didn't understand why her mother just let him do as he pleased with her. Even more surprising was the way Brenda lifted her arms, so Howard could slip her shirt off, leaving her naked except for the sweat pants and panties that had fallen to her ankles.
"Lay on the sofa," said Howard hoarsely, dropping his jeans and stepping out of them.
Wordlessly, Brenda obeyed. Julia's hand found its way between the teenager's legs as she observed her mother comply with Howard's instruction. Once she was on her back, the white man took hold of the sweat pants around her ankles.
"You smell good, Brenda," he told her. "Real good. I gotta have a taste of that black pussy."
Brenda lifted her legs so that Howard could get the sweat pants off of her more easily. Julia was astounded at her mother's cooperation with the white man's taking of liberties with her. But, it started to dawn on her that she liked it a little. Maybe more than a little. She just didn't show it in any way other than her passive compliance with his will. He pulled the negro woman's pants off and dropped them in a heap on the floor.
She'd positioned herself with her head resting on the arm of the couch so that he'd have space to sit down. Howard got on his knees on the spot Brenda had left for him and bent down to put his face between her open legs. Julia saw her mother's head loll back when the white man buried his face in her crotch.
Howard lay his tongue flat on Brenda's vagina and licked along the length of it. She was soaking wet already. Encouraged, he licked her again more firmly, his tongue working its way between her pussy lips. Obviously, he liked the taste and lapped her cunt eagerly like a thirsty dog drinking from a bowl of water.
Julia had never seen this expression on Brenda's face. She smiled, her mouth open and her eyes half closed. The teenager blushed when she realized that she more than merely liked the attention. She was clearly sexually excited by it. It felt weird to see her mother in this state, but she couldn't stop watching. In fact, she began to rub herself more vigorously.
Brenda was humping back at Howard ever so slightly and it wasn't certain that he noticed. Still, he kept licking her pussy and playing with her clit with his tongue. When he stuck his tongue into her vagina, her legs trembled. She could feel the stirrings of a climax building inside.
Oblivious to her excitement, he stopped and rose back onto his knees. Brenda was a little disappointed that Howard hadn't continued long enough to get her off, but now was looking forward to having him mount her and finish the job with his cock inside of her. To her surprise, he moved up until he was straddling her chest.
"I couldn't get your tits out of my mind all day," he told her. "I've been thinking of how good my dick would feel between those big boobs."
His erection now laying between her breasts, he took them in both hands and pressed them against his cock. Brenda just lay there, her pussy still aching for release, while Howard started slowly fucking her tits.
It took Julia a moment to figure out what was going on. Then she realized that Howard was essentially using Brenda's breasts to masturbate himself. Immediately she imagined what her mother must feel like, brought to the brink of orgasm only to then have her intimate parts used as something to jack off with.
It was total use, thought Julia, and the idea of it totally turned her on. Her legs felt shaky so she lay in her bed. She resumed rubbing her pussy, imagining herself being used so thoroughly. She didn't know why, but it had her over the edge in no time.
Her imaginary white man was on top of her, masturbating against her body, using her like a thing. He found her so desirable and sexual that he wanted to use her in any way he could. Just as her fantasy man shot his load between her breasts, her orgasm hit her hard.
"Oh!" Julia cried out.
Embarrassed at the sound, she put her free hand over her mouth as she came. She kept her other hand busy, working her pussy until her orgasm subsided. Instantly, she felt ashamed of herself for having used her mother's predicament to fuel her own masturbation fantasy.
Julia could still hear Howard's grunts and the creaking of the old couch in the living room. Ashamed of herself or not, she crept back to her spot behind the door to see.
Howard was now leaning forward over Brenda, his hands resting on the arm of the couch. Julia could see that her mother now held her breasts up and around the white man's cock as he thrust it between the massive mounds of flesh.
Her mother was now taking an active role in her own use, thought the teenager, feeling her pussy stirring again. That was even hotter than her just laying there! Julia felt like a complete pervert, but couldn't resist squeezing her thighs together to put pressure on her clit.
"Oh, fuck!" cried Howard. "Damn..."
The white man ejaculated between the negro's breasts. Julia couldn't actually see Howard dumping his load over her mother's face and chest, but in her mind she could. She imagined Brenda's face coated in jism. It was so nasty!
Although not in the same copious quantities as in Julia's imagination, shot after shot of Howard's hot semen left gooey white trails on Brenda's dark colored flesh. A few actually reached her face. Most of it was under her chin, and running down the outside of her throat.
"Oh, man...," murmured Howard. "That was fantastic. Your tits were made for fuckin', Bren."
Howard awkwardly dismounted Brenda and stood on the floor next to the couch. He looked down at her semen stained body, admiring his work. He didn't even take his eyes off of her while he pulled his jeans back on.
"Ever since I saw 'em, I couldn't stop thinkin' about how my dick would feel fuckin' those tits," he told her. "God, they're great!"
Even the words he intended as compliments were just more use, thought Julia. And they were turning her on almost as much as the act itself had. She couldn't see Brenda's face and wasn't sure how she was feeling at having been used in such an objectifying way.
"I gotta go now," said Howard. "The wife's gonna wonder what the fuck happened to me... See ya later..."
Howard let himself out of the apartment while Brenda still lay naked on the couch her clothes in a pile on the floor. When she finally got up, Julia could see the shiny wet streaks on her mother's face and chest where the white man's seed had splashed her.
Brenda didn't even stop to pick up her clothes. She went straight towards the bedrooms, semen still dripping off her face. Julia quickly returned to her bed, not wanting to get caught. Her mother walked into her own bedroom and closed the door. In less than half a minute the buzzing of the vibrator was clearly audible followed by whimpers and moans of pleasure.
So, thought Julia, Brenda had been as aroused at her use as her daughter had been watching it. How could her mother take such pleasure in being used in such a degrading way, the girl wondered. Of course, she could, realized the teenager all at once. Hadn't she just cum while imagining the same thing happening to her?
Julia fell asleep after the sounds from Brenda bedroom went quiet. She had learned a bit about her mother that night, as well as about herself.
* * *
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted Julia when she opened her eyes the next morning. Looking up at her alarm clock, she was surprised to see it was well past nine o'clock.
"He didn't!" exclaimed Darla's voice loudly.
"Hush yourself, girl!" said Brenda. "Julia might be up by now."
Julia felt guilty for having eavesdropped before and frustrated that she might not get to hear any more good stuff now.
"Bren, that girl is fifteen years old," Darla pointed out. "She ain't no delicate flower. She's a young woman who knows more 'n you think. I know I did when I was her age. An' I know for sure you did."
"I'm her mama, Dee," said Brenda. "How is she gonna think 'bout me knowin' what I let that white man do."
"That girl?" laughed Darla. "What makes you think she's any different from us? If I'd knowed that Mama let some white man fuck her titties and nut in her face I wouldn't think nothin' bad 'bout her. Hell, I'd jus' get fired up! 'sides, how you know she ain't do nothin' like that? You remember that Mister Wainwright who kept comin' over to fix shit at all hours? Sound familiar? She didn't have no man, neither. I wouldn't blame her for gittin' some if that's what she wanted."
Of course Julia already knew exactly what had happened. And she had been fired up from it. In fact, just hearing the words describing it had her pussy tingling.
"Mister Wainwright an' Mama?" Brenda replied, incredulous. "No way."
"Oh, yeah, you're right," said Darla. "No way some single woman with a teenaged daughter or two is gonna let the landlord fuck her. That kinda thing never happens."
Julia listened for her mother's reply, but none was forthcoming. Was it possible that this was all just history repeating itself a generation later? Could her grandmother, that sweet gray haired lady, have been in the same position as Brenda was now twenty something years earlier? The thought of it had her clit twitching.
Once again, Julia needed some relief. She started rubbing her pussy while she imagined some white man taking her clothes off with a look of pure animal desire in his eyes. She didn't put up a struggle and he quickly had her naked. Instantly, he was between her legs and inside her, pounding her.
Then, as she often did when she got close, Julia switched her fantasy. The lust crazed white man was fucking her tits while she held them, submissively offering her body for his use. When she came, he was back inside her, filling her with his seed while she lay there taking it.
Julia covered her mouth with her free hand to muffle the sound of her orgasm. She perked up her ears to listen for any clue that she'd been overheard.
"That girl's gonna sleep the day away," said Brenda at last. "Go an' git her up, will you, Dee?"
"A'right," replied her sister.
Darla knocked on Julia's bedroom door and the teenager's heart leapt to her throat. She knew that the room must reek of pussy after cumming so hard. The door opened. Her aunt poked her head in.
"C'mon, girl!" said Darla. "You can't be layin' in bed all day. Git yo' ass up!"
"I'm gittin' up," replied Julia, pretending to have just woken up.
Julia could see Darla's nostrils twitch and blushed. Her aunt just looked at her and smiled.
"Breakfast is ready," said Darla after a long pause. "Git yourself cleaned up an' come an' eat."
Darla closed the door and walked away. Julia was mortified. It was clear that her aunt had no doubt about what her niece had been doing. She listened carefully to see what would say to her mother.
"Is she up?" asked Brenda.
"She's comin'," replied Darla.
Still feeling embarrassed by it all, Julia got up and got ready for breakfast.
* * *
The week went by uneventfully without another visit from the building manager. When Saturday night arrived, Julia began to wonder if he'd ever return or if it was just a one time thing and he'd moved on to another tenant.
Brenda didn't let on that it mattered to her one way or the other. Darla had come over as usual that evening. The sisters chatted with the television on in the background, but to Julia's disappointment, the conversation never strayed to sexual matters. Eventually she excused herself and went to bed. It took almost a half hour before the discussion took the turn the teenager was waiting for.
"So, that white man never came back?" asked Darla.
"Nope," replied Brenda. "I ain't seen him since last Saturday night when you was here."
"Maybe he's only gonna come 'round at rent time," said Darla. "Maybe he got his self another nigga to fuck for the rent. Could be he's linin' 'em up so he's got enough bitches to keep him in pussy all month."
"Darla!" exclaimed Brenda. "You don't know that!"
"Maybe not," allowed Darla. "I's jus' sayin', that's all. Too bad he don't know you'd spread them legs anytime anyhow."
"I ain't no slut, Dee," said Brenda. "I don't jus' spread my legs anytime for anybody."
"I ain't sayin' you do," Darla explained. "But, the way you talk 'bout this white man, you would. I bet if he brought his ass up here right now an' I went home, he'd have you on your back in two minutes."
"He ain't jus' anybody," Brenda told her. "He's the building manager an' he's takin' care of my rent."
"An', he's white," smiled Darla. "An' if some white man wants some of that fine black coochie, he's gonna get it. Tell me I'm lyin'!"
"Well...," started Brenda.
"Well, nothin'!" laughed Darla. "I know you'd do it jus' like I know I would, too. You ain't the only one, girl. Don't forget, we're sisters. I know you like you know me."
"Then I ain't gotta explain it," replied Brenda.
"That's right," said Darla. "It's gittin' late, Bren. I better git. I'll holla tomorrow."
"Yeah, it is," agreed Brenda. "Bye, Dee."
Darla went home. Brenda went to her room and put her hair up in curlers for the night before going to bed.
Back in her room, Julia was drifting off to sleep. So, she thought, Aunt Darla had the same attraction for white men that Brenda did. That was an interesting relevation. The teenager felt a little less alone, but still didn't feel like she could talk to either her mother or aunt about it. For now, it would have to be her secret.
* * *
Julia awoke to the sound of soft knocking on the front door. She checked the alarm clock next to her bed. Six thirty. Who would be coming by at this early hour? She could hear her mother opening the door to her room and walking out into the living room. The teenager slid out of bed and took up her position behind her door to see who it was.
Brenda was in her house coat with her hair still in curlers. She looked out the peephole and then opened the door. Howard stepped into the apartment and she closed the door.
"I know it's real early, Brenda," he told her. "But I finally got a chance to step out and had to come see you."
"It's okay..., Howard," replied Brenda. "I must look a fright!"
Howard looked her up and down.
"You look fine to me," he smiled. "What you got on under that house coat?"
"Nothin'," blushed Brenda.
"Show me," instructed Howard.
Brenda couldn't look him in the face. She cast her eyes down as she opened her house coat, revealing her naked black body underneath. Howard immediately grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, his eyes fixed on her huge tits. He didn't waste any time, thought Julia as she looked on unseen from behind her bedroom door.
"I've missed you," said Howard. "But, I only got a couple minutes... I only got time for a quick blow job."
Howard put his hands on Brenda's shoulders as she looked up into his eyes. She could see he was already quite aroused. She felt him gently, but insistently, nudge her down.
Julia watched her mother get on her knees at the white man's feet. The teenager's hand went straight between her legs. Again, she was ashamed of herself, but she couldn't help herself. Seeing her mother debase herself was more than she could resist.
Unzipping his fly and unbuttoning his jeans, Howard let them drop to his knees. His cock was at attention and was even with Brenda's face. She wrapped one hand around the shaft and started stroking it. Clear pre cum seeped out of the tip of his dick. She looked up at his face for a moment before turning her attention downward.
Brenda slurped Howard's cock into her mouth, eliciting a moan from the white man. She started moving her head back and forth on it. Julia could see his shaft going in and out of her mother's mouth. She saw him put his hands on top of the curlers on the back of her head.
"That feels so good, Brenda...," he said huskily. "God, it feels good..."
Brenda looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth, her cheeks puffed out from it. It was such a submissive pose that Julia almost came watching. Her mother looked like a devoted sexual servant.
"I can't see your boobs," said Howard. "The housecoat's in the way."
Without letting Howard's dick slip out of her mouth, Brenda worked her arms out of the housecoat and let it fall to the floor behind where she was kneeling. Once she was naked, she put her hands back where they'd been. One wrapped around the base of the white man's cock, the other cupping his balls.
Brenda bobbed her head back and forth on Howard's erection, the motion made her hanging breasts swing along with the rhythm of her sucking. Julia felt herself getting close to orgasm as she masturbated, watching from her hiding place.
"Fuck!" cried Howard frantically. "Take it the face, girl. In the face."
Looking back up at Howard, Brenda let his cock slip out of her mouth. She started firmly stroking the shaft, still caressing his balls. She smiled sweetly with the tip of his dick just inches from her mouth. In less than two seconds, his cock exploded in her face.
Blast after blast of thick white semen shot out of Howard's dick and splattered in Brenda's black face. She managed to close her eyes in time to avoid taking a large glob of cum in one of them. Another hit her in the forehead and still another on the nose. She looked up at him with one eye closed, his spunk sprayed all over her face.
Julia covered her mouth as she came, too. Seeing the happy dumb look on her mother's sperm covered face was more than the black teenager could take. She almost cried out and only barely muffled herself sufficiently to keep from giving herself away.
"God, that's hot," groaned Howard.
Brenda milked the last of Howard's cum out on her thick negro lips. Semen dripped off her face and onto her naked breasts. Still, she looked up, smiling sweetly at him.
"I better go," he said at last. "I told the wife I'd be back in a minute. I knew you'd be able to get me off fast, Brenda. You're so fuckin' hot."
Howard bent over and pulled up his pants. Once he had them fastened he opened the front door of the apartment and slipped out into the hall. Brenda stayed on her knees on the floor until the latch clicked and he was gone.
Julia headed back to bed when she saw Brenda gather up her housecoat and stand up. She didn't even put it back on. Instead, she strode naked through the apartment to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. In a minute the familiar buzz of the vibrator could be heard.
Brenda cried out less than a minute later. Not realizing her teenaged daughter could hear, she didn't hold back. Julia understood how her mother could be so aroused at such humiliating use because the idea of being used that way herself turned her on more than any fantasy she'd thought of up to now.
The alarm clock showed six forty. Less than ten minutes had elapsed in the time it took Howard to knock on the door, step into the apartment, drop his pants, stick his dick in Brenda's mouth, nut in her face, get his pants back up, and get himself back out the door. Julia was amazed that so much could happen in such a short time.
To Julia, it seemed Howard would keep coming back for more. Obviously, he couldn't get enough of her mother. And Brenda was clearly more than happy to give him all he wanted.
If only she had her own white man who'd use her so thoroughly, thought the teenager. That would be perfect.
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