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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
Myrna got home too late from her friend's house on Thursday to see Mister Gantner leaving. By the time the black teen let herself inside, Gloria was already preparing dinner dressed in her housecoat. The apartment had the scent of shampoo mixed with sweat hanging heavy in the air. Her mother had already had time to service her boss and take a shower after he'd gone.
"Dinner's gonna be ready soon, Myrna," said Gloria stepping out from the kitchen. "You been out with that boyfriend of yours 'til now?"
"No, he had to go right home after school," Myrna replied. "It ain't like we had anyplace to go anyways."
"Since when do you need a place to take care of a white man's needs?" laughed Gloria. "Jus' head into the bushes, get on your knees, an' put your mouth to good use! I bet that don't take but a minute seein' as how horny he is!"
"Mom!" Myrna objected, exasperated. "I never done that! I'm not some slut that sucks guys off in the bushes!"
"He ain't jus' some guy to you, Myrna. He's a fine young white man what happens to be your boyfriend. You ain't some slut, no. You're his slut. You gotta take care of his needs."
"I do take care of his needs. I jus' never... you know... put it in my mouth."
"Well, you oughta start puttin' in your mouth, girl," Gloria told her. "It's the best way to pleasure a white man without worryin' 'bout gettin' knocked up. It don't take long an' he'll love it. 'sides, bein' on your knees at his feet with his dick in your mouth shows him you know your place. He'll definitely appreciate that. White men like him always do."
"I don't know how I could get somethin' that big all the way in my mouth," Myrna confessed. "I don't wanna disappoint him by not doin' it right."
"Is that all that's stoppin' you?" Gloria laughed again. "We're gonna hafta fix that. Maybe we oughta have him over here an' I'll teach you how to suck his dick. I promise he ain't gonna be disappointed."
"How would you teach me?"
"How do you think?"
"That would be too embarrassin'!" Myrna objected.
"I know, 'cause that's how I learned it," allowed Gloria. "When Ol' Mista Gantner decided it was time for me to learn to suck dick, he had my mama teach me to suck his. It was a couple years after that first time he came by to look me over..."
* * *
Ol' Mister Gantner would come by almost every week after that first time. I was never sure what day it was gonna be, but Donna an' me would get home from school an' there'd be ol' Mister Gantner's car parked outside an' my daddy out on the porch. He'd take Donna off to get ice cream or somethin' an' I'd go inside the house. My sister never asked why I had to stay home while she got a treat. It wouldn't be long 'fore she'd be findin' out for herself.
Most of the time, I'd go on in an' find ol' Mister Gantner sittin' in Daddy's chair an' Mama gettin' him somethin' to drink or jus' standin' in front of him without no clothes on. When she saw me come in, Mama'd get down on her knees an' get his cock out an' get to slurpin' on it. She wouldn't hafta say nothin' to me 'cause I knew to get undressed for him, nice an' slow.
It was embarrassin' gettin' naked that way in front of that ol' white man what with Mama suckin' on his cock right in front of me. But, I'd do it an' then I'd do whatever it was he wanted. Usually he'd jus' have me stand close to him so he could put his hands on my titties or 'tween my legs.
I'd hafta do different poses for him. First one was "display". Standin' with my feet way apart an' my hands behind my head an' my elbows back. Keepin' my mouth open an' layin' my tongue out was part of it, too. I always felt dumb standin' there like that.
Then there was "present". I'd turn around an' bend over an' reach back an' spread my butt cheeks so he could see my privates. That was always real humiliatin', but I always done it right away when he tol' me to.
What was really embarrassin' was havin' to talk to him. He'd be askin' who's cunny is this an' who I'm savin' my cherry for an' stuff like that. Course, I'd always hafta say it was his cunny an' it was him I's savin' it for. He'd always get real worked up an' nut pretty fast.
Still, embarrassin' as it was, I ain't mind doin' it 'cause it made me feel special an' proud. I mean, ol' Mister Gantner was a important white man..., biggest man in town..., an' I's jus' some teenaged nigga girl. But, I was the one he come to 'cause he liked me best. I could tell Mama was proud, too. She always said what a good girl I was.
One day, Donna an' me come home from school an' there was that big car outside an' I could see Daddy up on the porch. He started comin' down the steps when he saw us comin'.
"I'm gettin' ice cream!" Donna said, all excited.
"That's right, baby," Daddy tol' her. Then to me, "Go on in, girl. They's waitin' on you."
I went on up the steps to the porch an' took a look down the side walk. Donna was peekin' back at me while she was walkin' down the sidewalk with Daddy. I wondered what she was thinkin' I'd be doin' in there while they was gone.
Inside, ol' Mister Gantner was sittin' in Daddy's chair. He looked up at me an' smiled. Mama was comin' out of the kitchen carryin' a glass of lemonade with ice cubes in it. She was already naked, but I's used to seein' her like that so I ain't think nothin' of it.
"Git on out o' them clothes fo' the nice man," she tol' me. "Mista Gantner been waitin' on you."
"No need to rush, girl," he said. "Take your time. It's nice to see you again."
Mama handed him his drink an' I started unbuttonin' my blouse slow, the way he liked it.
"It's nice seein' you, too, boss," I tol' him, all bashful.
It still felt funny callin' him that, but he'd always smile when I did an' I'd kinda get embarrassed. Course, I's takin' my clothes off for him, too, so I guess it ain't no surprise I'd be gettin' embarrassed.
Just like every other time, he sat there watchin' me get undressed while he took sips of his drink. Mama got down on her knees next to his chair an' watched, too.
I got my blouse off an' started on my bra. Ol' Mister Gantner was watchin' me real close an' I could see his eyes goin' right for my titties when my bra come off. I's blushin' like crazy, but I still went ahead an' unzipped my skirt an' let it drop. Finally, I pulled my panties down an' got 'em off. I got up close to him an' got in the "display" position, keepin' my feet apart an' my mouth open. Mama smiled an' nodded at me so I knew I was doin' a good job of it.
Ol' Mister Gantner ran his finger over my lips an' tongue while puttin' his other hand 'tween my legs.
"I see you're keepin' your cunny nice an' smooth, girl," he said. "I like that."
"Thank you, sir," I tol' him. "I shave it every day jus' fo' you. I knows dat's how you like it."
"What a good girl," he smiled at me. "I like how it's nice an' wet, too."
I liked gettin' praised, but that made me blush a little. He always loved embarrassin' me.
"Thank you, sir," I said. "I can't help bein' wet wit' you touchin' on my cunny. It feels so good."
He went an' stuck a finger up inside my coochie an' the wet sounds it made had me blushin' even more. He jus' kep' grinnin' at me. It did feel good, too. So good I couldn't help but start humpin' at his hand.
"Your girl sure is a fine responsive nigger, Ernestine," he tol' Mama. "No wonder I can't get enough o' her."
"You's too kind to say so, boss," she said. Then to me, "Ain't dat right, baby?"
"Uh huh," I said. "Thank you, sir. I's glad you like me."
"I surely do," he said. "Now, I think it's 'bout time for you to learn somethin' new."
"I'm gonna learn you how to please a white man wit' yo' mouf so you can do it jus' like me," Mama tol' me.
I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say, so I jus' said, "Okay."
Ol' Mister Gantner took his finger out of my coochie an' went back rubbin' it on my lips an' tongue again. I could taste myself on it. I started gettin' even more embarrassed.
"You got some real soft lips, girl," he said, almost like he was talkin' to hisself. "Nice soft tongue, too. You're a natural cock sucker, I can tell."
Now, I know most times, callin' somebody a cock sucker ain't no compliment. But, right then, comin' from him, I knew it was.
"Thank you, boss," I tol' him.
"Git on down on your knees, chil'," Mama tol' me. "Right up close to the gen'leman."
I did like she said and got down on my knees on the floor in front of ol' Mister Gantner.
Mama kep' talkin, "Now, before you kin suck on a man's pecker, you gots to git it out of his pants. But, you gots to ask permission before doin' somethin' like that. When he say it's okay, go ahead an' unzip his pants an' reach on in an' git it out. Go 'head now, baby. Ask the nice man fo' permission."
I looked up at ol' Mister Gantner an' said, "Kin I please unzip yo' pants so's I kin git yo' pecker out to suck on, boss?"
I took a quick look at Mama an' she smiled an' nodded at me. Ol' Mister Gantner smiled, too, an' I could see his dick was pretty stiff in his pants.
"Go ahead, girl," he tol' me.
He was wearin' suspenders so there wasn't a belt to undo. I undid the button an' then took hold of the zipper, but I couldn't get it to go down.
Mama tol' me, "Grab on the part wit' the button wit' one hand an' unzip wit' the other."
I looked up at that ol' white man's face to see if he was gettin' unhappy with me fumblin' around with his zipper, but he seemed to be enjoyin' hisself still. I did like Mama said an' the zipper came right down.
I never actually touched a man's cock before an' I was gettin' a little nervous, an' a little worked up at the prospect. I reached into his pants an' didn't have no trouble findin' it. I got it out through the slit in his boxer shorts. It was red an' stiff an' I knew that meant he was pretty worked up, too.
"Wrap yo' hand 'roun' it down low," Mama tol' me. "Hold it nice an' firm, but not too tight."
I put my hand around the base of his cock as best I could. I squeezed it a little to do it like Mama said. Ol' Mister Gantner kinda moaned an' some clear stuff came leakin' out of the tip of his cock. At first I was afraid I was hurtin' him or somethin' an' let go.
"Is I doin' it wrong?" I asked.
"You doin' fine, girl," said Ol' Mister Gantner, all breathless. "Go 'head an' squeeze on it some more."
I blushed 'cause then I understood I was makin' him feel good. I grabbed hold of his cock again an' squeezed on it a little. More clear stuff came out an' he moaned some more. I started gettin' a funny feelin' 'tween my legs knowin' I was actually pleasurin' a white man jus' like a grown woman.
"That's good, baby," Mama tol' me. "Now, we gonna do it nice an' slow. Start by givin' it a nice kiss, right on the tip."
I knew that was where a man's pee came out an' I could see it was already wet. Now, I knew that clear stuff weren't pee, but I still wasn't real keen on gettin' it on my lips. But, I also knew I had to do what Mama said. I got up some so I could move my head close to his cock. I puckered up my lips an' give it a kiss on the tip.
I could feel that clear stuff was thick an' it smelled kinda musky an' sweaty; not like pee at all. When I moved my lips back after kissin' his cock, I could feel some of that stuff was still on me. I looked over to Mama to tell me what to do next.
"Kiss on it some more," said Mama. "Keep doin' it 'til I tell you somethin' diff'rent."
I went back to kissin' the tip of ol' Mister Gantner's cock again an' again. More of that clear stuff leaked out, but I kep' it up.
"Now lick on it, baby," Mama tol' me. "Like it was a popsicle. Start at the tip an' then do the whole thing."
I started lickin' the tip an' got up all that clear stuff. Then I licked all the way down to where I's holdin' it an' then back up again. I licked it that way a couple more times.
"Go on an' suck it, nigger," ol' Mister Gantner tol' me, his voice was all gruff.
"Put it in your mouth now, chil'," said Mama. "Git as much in as you can an' suck on it. Move yo' head up an' down while you doin' it."
I could barely get the whole tip in my mouth, but I started suckin' and movin' my head up an' down on ol' Mister Gantner's dick like Mama tol' me.
"Stroke it wit' yo' hand, too," Mama went on. "Do it all at once 'til the gen'leman tells you to stop."
I kep' up suckin' and bobbin' my head up an' down an' started strokin' his dick, too. My jaw was gettin' tired, but I wasn't gonna stop 'til I got tol'.
"Is my baby suckin' yo' pecker good, boss?" Mama asked him all sweet. "Jus' how you like it?"
"Yeah," he grunted, all breathless.
"She ain't but fifteen year ol', sir," said Mama. "But she's a nat'ral cock suckin' nigga fo' you. Jus' fo' you, boss. Dat mouf be all yours. Anytime you want it she be ready to open dat mouf up an' take yo' pecker in it. Jus' like me boss. We both jus' cock suckin' niggas fo' you."
I could tell Mama was talkin' so nasty to ol' Mister Gantner to try an' get him off. My jaw ached an' I didn't know how much longer I could go.
"Put yo' other hand' under the nice man's nut sack, girl," Mama tol' me. "Jus' hold 'em nice an' gentle fo' him."
I did like she said, an' almost right away he shot off in my mouth. I's surprised by how hard it came out. Ol' Mister Gantner grunted real loud with each squirt. It was kinda bitter tastin', but I knew better 'n to spit it out. I jus' kep' suckin' 'til there weren't no more.
"He done, baby," said Mama softly. "Give the gen'leman's pecker a nice kiss an' sit back on yo' knees."
I kissed the tip of ol' Mister Gantner's dick an' sat back on my knees. I ain't swallow his jizz yet an' jus was holdin' it my mouth. He sat up.
"Open your mouth, nigger," he ordered me. "Lemme see what you got in there."
I opened up my mouth wide an' tilted my head back so he could see inside. He looked in an' smiled.
"Good job, girl," he said, standin' up. "You a natural cock suckin' nigger jus' like your mama. Go 'head an' swallow it. It's good fo' your skin."
I doubted that, but I swallowed it anyways an' tried not to make a face while I was doin' it.
"Thank you, boss," I said.
"Put the nice man's pecker away, chil'," Mama said.
I pushed ol' Mister Gantner's dick back in through the slit in his boxers an' zipped up his pants, then buttoned 'em up. I looked up at him an' he put his hand on my head an' patted it like I was a dog or somethin'.
"Good girl," he said, smilin' down at me. "Good nigger."
I knew he was talkin' down to me like I wasn't more 'n a pet or somethin', but it felt good hearin' him praise me anyways. So, I jus' looked back up at him with a big dumb grin on my face.
"Well, I best be goin' now, Ernestine," he said.
"Yes, sir, boss," said Mama.
Mama got down on the floor on all fours an' crawled over to where ol' Mister Gantner stood. Jus' like every time, she started lickin' his shoes. An, jus' like every time, I got down an' did the same.
"All right, that's enough, girls," he smiled. "Y'all keep that up an' I'll have to stay for more."
"Dat's fine by us," said Mama, all cheerful. "My baby an' me love servin' you an' bein' used by you, boss."
"Well ain't you two jus' sweet as brown sugar," he said. "No, I gotta be goin'. I'll be seein' y'all again soon."
Ol' Mister Gantner headed for the door. Mama got up onto her knees.
"We be here waitin' fo' you, sir," she called after him. "We both be ready to use by you, boss."
I watched him go. Mama didn't get up until the screen door slammed and he was down the porch stairs. I got up, too. My knees were achin' from bein' on 'em fo' so long.
"You done good, Gloria," said Mama. "Real good. Mista Gantner was real pleased an I's real proud o' you."
"Thanks, Mama," I said, all bashful from the praise.
"How you feelin'?" she asked. "Mista Gantner used you pretty good. You okay?"
"I's fine, Mama," I tol' her.
What I didn't tell her was how worked up I was from it all. I tol' her how I was sleepy an' wanted to take a nap, but really I jus' wanted to go to my room an' play wit' my coochie an' get some relief before Donna got home.
* * *
"So, that's how my first cock suckin' lesson went," said Gloria. "It weren't long before ol' Mister Gantner had both Mama an' me kneelin' side by side takin' turns suckin' his dick. But, that's another story."
"So you really didn't mind doin' that?" asked Myrna. "Suckin' that old man's dick with grandma right there?"
"No, I didn't mind doin' that for him or anythin' else I done for him. He's an important white man an' he's my better. It's my place to please him as best I can an' it makes me feel good to do it. If he walked in that door right now, I'd do it again without a thought."
Myrna thought about that for a few seconds before turning to more immediate concerns.
"You said you'd teach me to... suck Dylan's cock like grandma taught you. You'd really do that, right?"
"I said I would," Gloria replied.
"And you said you'd do what Dylan said, right?"
"I said that, too, Myrna. If he can tell me what to do, I'll do it."
In light of everything that had been said, Myrna understood that Gloria was completely serious.
"Do you think Dylan is our better?" asked Myrna.
"He's a white man," answered Gloria. "So, he is our better. He's your boyfriend an' it's your place to please him. It's my place, too. Not every nigga is so lucky to have a white man to serve. Don't you think so, too?"
Myrna thought about Dylan and how it made her feel to be his girlfriend. She was proud to have him as her boyfriend and she wanted to please him.
"Yes, I do," Myrna replied. "When are you gonna... teach me?"
"Whenever you want. Saturday'd be good since we'd have plenty of time. Don't tell him what we've got planned. Just invite him over an' we'll see how it goes."
Saturday! The day after tomorrow. Myrna's mind raced and her excitement grew.
* * *
No more was said about it that evening. Myrna went to bed and imagined what it would be like to have Gloria teach her how to suck Dylan's cock. She was sure it would be embarrassing. Even humiliating. She knew he'd love it all. Having her suck his cock. Having her mother there, doing what he wanted.
Without even noticing, Myrna's hand had drifted between her legs and she masturbated as she imagined the possibilities. However, it was the thought of her mother at fifteen with old Mister Gantner's dick in her mouth, cumming down her throat, that was going through her head when she finally came.
Myrna thought about the fact that she'd just gotten off to the same thing Gloria had some twenty years earlier. Like mother, like daughter she figured. It seemed they had more in common than she'd ever imagined.
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