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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
The excitement of the afternoon spent with her boyfriend and her mother had cooled now that Dylan had gone home. Myrna and Gloria had long since finished dinner. Now, the black teenager reflected more soberly on what had happened and how it made her feel. The two of them were just sitting down in the living room after washing the dishes.
"Mom, I been wonderin' about somethin' that happened when Dylan was here," Myrna spoke up out of the blue. "Did I... do too good a job cleanin' your... breasts off?"
"What do you mean?" Gloria asked, puzzled.
"Well, your... uh... nipples... got hard... I didn't mean to do anythin' to get you... you know... worked up..."
"Is that why you been so quiet?"
"I jus' been thinkin' about it, that's all. I was afraid Dylan'd think I was some kinda pervert doin' somethin'... like that... to my own mother. He didn't... He liked it... But, I hope you don't think..."
"Don't think what?"
"That I was tryin' to feel you up or nothin'," Myrna managed to tell her.
"Listen, Myrna," explained Gloria. "First thing is, you done what you did for Dylan, not me, an' I know that. If he liked it, then you done good. Second, I know he ain't gonna think anythin' like you bein' some kinda pervert for doin' anythin' with me."
"Now, I know he said he don't think he's better 'n us,: she continued. "An' I ain't sayin' he don't believe that 'bout himself. Thing is, if we was a white lady an' her daughter he'd think we was perverts. But, we ain't white. A black mama an' her baby girl actin' that way is diff'rent. A white man don't expect no better from a couple o' niggas. An' that's jus' fine by me."
"When you got more 'n one nigga servin' a white man, they gonna be touchin' each other sometimes. Can't be helped. Not jus' that, but there ain't no white man who don't wanna see two nigga girls goin' at it. If theys mama an' baby girl, that's even better. I ain't sayin' them niggas is perverts for doin' it any more 'n I's sayin' that white man is a pervert for wantin' 'em doin' it an' enjoyin' the show. All it is is a white man satisfyin' hisself wit' a couple a niggas whose place is to serve him however he wants. That's all there is to it, so you ain't gotta worry 'bout it."
Myrna was a little taken aback by what Gloria was telling her. She hadn't really considered any of it before. Would Dylan want to see her and her mother performing intimate acts? Would he have them do it? He certainly enjoyed watching Myrna using the washcloth on Gloria's nipples and seeing them harden at her touch.
"Did Mister Gantner's father make you an' grandma... do anything?" Myrna wanted to know.
"For the first couple years, all he had me do was show off for him while Mama sucked his dick," Gloria replied. "Later on he had me suckin' on it, too. He started wantin' even more jus' 'fore I turned sixteen, when I's 'bout your age."
* * *
It started like all of ol' Mister Gantner's visits did 'round then. We'd know he was comin' an' when his car pulled up outside, Daddy'd take Donna an' take her off for ice cream or somethin'. I'd hafta get naked quick an' get down on my knees in the middle of the livin' room floor with my hands 'hind my head an' my mouf open wide with my tongue layin' out 'cross my lower lip.
Ol' Mister Gantner loved comin' in the house an' seein' me ready to suck on his dick. Sometimes he'd jus' walk up to me, unzip his fly, an' stick his dick in my mouth without even sayin' nothin'. It was like I's jus' a mouth with a pair o' tits for him to use. I'd jus' start suckin' on it 'til he nutted up in my face or down my throat.
Other times he'd say hello to me first an' tell me how pretty I looked. I always felt dumb lookin' like that, but it got my coochie hot hearin' him say how he liked seein' me that way. Then I'd hafta ask permission to get his dick out an' I'd start kissin' an' lickin' on it 'fore I'd be suckin' on it.
Either way, Mama'd usually be down on her knees next to me. If he didn't get off right away, he'd usually switch off to her 'cause she could take the whole thing in her mouth without gaggin' on it. Then he'd usually nut on both of us.
This time was diff'rent. He come in the house an' saw me an Mama on our knees on the floor, mouths open an' waitin' on him.
He smiled at me an' said, "You two are lookin' mighty invitin' today. Think I'll have me a taste..., jus' to see how close to ready you are."
I ain't sure if he meant what I thought he meant by that, but Mama said, "Yes, sir, boss," an' got up.
I got up, too, an' waited to find out what was goin' on.
"I think your bed would be best, girl," said ol' Mister Gantner.
Mama said, "Yes, sir, boss." Then she said to me, "Let's go, baby. The gen'leman wants a taste o' you."
I followed her into her bedroom wit' my coochie jumpin' thinkin' 'bout what was he was gonna do to me. Ol' Mister Gantner came in behind us.
"Get up on the bed on yo' back," Mama tol' me.
I got up on the bed an' lay on my back. I started wonderin' if ol' Mister Gantner was gonna do it to me right there in the bed Daddy an' Mama slept in an' my coochie started buzzin'.
"Spread them legs an' bring yo' knees up to yo' chest," said Mama. "Use yo' hands to hold 'em up an' open fo' the nice man."
It wouldn't be the first time ol' Mister Gantner saw my coochie all spread open that way, but this time was even more embarrassin' 'n usual. Still, I done it like Mama said. Ol' Mister Gantner stood at the foot of the bed an' looked down at me. I couldn't help but get embarrassed knowin' what he could see.
"Now, ain't you a pretty one!" he said, smilin' down at me. "You like showin' your cunny off to me, nigger?"
"I sho do, sir," I said, tryin' to sound like all down home the way he liked. "I love showin' my cunny off to you, boss. I's glad you like lookin' at it so much."
"Oh, I do," said ol' Mister Gantner.
He kinda leaned over the bed an' put his face right 'tween my legs. I could feel his breath on my coochie. I knowed he could smell it an' that had me blushin'.
Next thing I know, I feel somethin' warm an' soft down there an' ol' Mister Gantner's lickin' on my coochie! I was startled by it, but it felt so good, I jus' closed my eyes an' took it. He put his tongue 'tween my lips an' licked all 'long my slit. He kep' at it like he was lickin' a ice cream cone or somethin'. My coochie was jumpin' an' I couldn't help squirmin' aroun'.
Mama said, "Be still, baby. Let the nice man enjoy hisself."
I tried to be still, but it wasn't easy. 'specially when I felt his tongue on my clitty. Oh, that felt good! I couldn't help but moan a little.
"Hush up, chil'," Mama whispered.
"It's okay, Ernestine," said ol' Mister Gantner. "A nigger can't help herself when her female parts get touched. It ain't botherin' me, neither."
He went back to lickin' my coochie an' suckin' on my lips. I could feel his tongue on my clitty, jus' playin' with it an' could tell I weren't gonna be able to take much more 'fore I's gonna cum. Then he stuck his tongue in my hole an' fucked me with it. I noticed I's buckin' my hips at him. I tried to stop, but it jus' felt so good my body jus' did what it wanted.
I's jus' 'bout to cum when he jus' stopped all of a sudden. My hips kep' buckin' an' I couldn't help but whimper a little out o' frustration. I's so close only to get left hangin'.
"Get up an' make room for your mama," ol' Mister Gantner tol' me. "I'm 'bout ready for some o' that good nigger pussy.
It took me a moment to come to my senses, but I got on up outta the bed an' stood on the floor. Mama climbed into the bed.
"Ass up, girl," he tol' her. "I'm gonna fuck you like a big ol' nigger doggie."
Mama got up on her hands an' knees on the bed. She got her legs open pretty good an' presented her ass to ol' Mister Gantner. He slipped the suspenders off his shoulders, took his pants off, an' got up in the bed behind her still wearin' his shirt an' boxer shorts. I ain't never seen him actually do it to her before. I knowed he'd come by when I wasn't there an' do it with her, but when I's there, he'd be usin' her mouth 'less he was jus' usin' mine.
"Come here, Gloria," he said to me. "I want you to get my pecker out an' stick it in your mama's cunny hole. It's 'bout time you got some experience."
I couldn't believe he was tellin' me to do that! I mean I been grabbin' on his dick now for a couple years, so that wasn't nothin'. But, puttin' it Mama's coochie?! I kinda jus' stood there with a dumb look on my face.
Mama turned her head to me an' tol me, "Do like the nice man says, baby. Don't be shy 'bout it."
"'kay," was all I could say.
I walked over to him an' reached into the fly hole in his boxers an' got his dick out, lookin' him in the face the whole time. Ol' Mister Gantner was rock hard an' ready. I looked down an' saw Mama's coochie all puffy an' shiny. I figured she was 'bout as worked up as him.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick an' kinda guided it 'tween Mama's lips. I heard her make a noise an' at first I thought I hurt her or somethin', but when I moved ol' Mister Gantner's dick a little against her coochie, she moaned. Right away I knowed she liked it an' I got real embarrassed. I mean, it was his dick, but I's the one movin' it so it was like I was makin' her feel good that way. Ol' Mister Gantner noticed what was goin' on, too, an' he grinned at me.
"Go 'head an' move it on up an' down your mama's crack, nigger," he tol' me. "I wanna hear her gettin' all worked up from her baby girl rubbin' on her cunny."
My face was burnin' I's so embarrassed to be doin' it, but I done like he said. I moved his hard dick up an' down Mama's slit. She was soaked an' it moved real easy. I kinda touched her clit with it an' she moaned even louder. I could see her gash creamin' up, too.
Now, I's still pretty worked up from when ol' Mister Gantner was lickin' my coochie. So, doin' what I was doin' an' seein' what it was doin' to Mama got me even more worked up an' I felt kinda ashamed of myself for likin' it so much.
"Stick it in your mama's cunny hole, girl," he said, his voice kinda gruff.
I done like he said an' moved his dick up to where the tip was goin' up into Mama's coochie. He pushed it on in, an' I could see it all up close.
"You like that, Gloria?" he asked me. "You like seein' your mama gettin' reamed?"
What he was askin' was shameful, but I knowed the right answer.
"Yes, sir, boss," I tol' him. "I like seein' you reamin' my mama."
"That's what niggers are for," he said. "Takin' a white man's dick. That's what you're for, too, girl. An' that's what I'm gonna be doin' to you once you turn sixteen. You know that?"
"Yes, sir, I sho do, boss," I tol' him. "You gonna be takin' my cherry."
It was kinda strange talkin' to him while he was fuckin' Mama. He weren't really even payin' attention to her. He was jus' pumpin' his dick in an' out of her like she was a hole for his dick. Somethin' 'bout that had me gettin' hot, even though it wasn't too nice for Mama. Course, from the noise she was makin', she ain't mind at all. She was jus' likin' gettin' ol' Mister Gantner's dick.
"Get back up on the bed," he ordered me. "On your back wit' your legs spread out like before."
I figured he wanted me to show my stuff off to him an' give him somethin' to look at while he fucked Mama, so I done like he said. There wasn't much room, what with Mama on her hands an' knees on the bed already, so I layed down with my head up against the headboard.
"Scoot on down, nigger," he tol' me. "Get your cunny right under your mama's face."
Right away I knowed what he had in mind. He was gonna have Mama lick on my coochie! I couldn't believe even him'd want me to do somethin' so shameful. Thing is, I knowed better 'n to disobey him.
"Go 'head, baby," Mama tol' me, all breathless. "Do like the nice gen'leman says."
I slid on down like he said an' turned my head away. I's too embarrassed to look.
"Your baby girl was jus' 'bout to cum, nigger," he said to Mama. "Finish her off."
"Yes, sir, boss," said Mama.
I felt somethin' warm an' soft an' wet 'tween my legs. Mama's tongue felt so good on my coochie. She was lickin' it all up an' down. I couldn't help but start humpin', shameful as it was. It weren't long 'fore I stopped thinkin' 'bout who was doin' it. I's jus' layin' there an' takin' it an' feelin' good. It was even better 'n when ol' Mister Gantner was doin' it. Mama knowed jus' what to do. I ain't last too long after that.
I remember cummin' real hard, too. Mama was stickin' her tongue up in my coochie an' ol' Mister Gantner was pumpin' into her the whole time. I could feel it each time he pounded her. I couldn't help but cry out when I came.
Ol' Mister Gantner groaned "Fuck!"
I knowed he was shootin' off inside Mama's coochie right while I was cummin', too. It was like he was usin' me gettin' off to get himself off. It was humiliatin' as hell, but it felt damn good! I never felt it so good as I done right then.
After he was done, ol' Mister Gantner stood up an' put his pants back on. He sat on the bed an' pointed at his shoes on the floor.
"Come on over here an' put my shoes back on, girl," he tol' me.
My coochie was still throbbin' from cummin' so hard, but I done like he said an' put ol' Mister Gantner's shoes back on him an' tied 'em. He got back up an' took a couple steps towards the bedroom door. Mama got off the bed, but got down on her hands an' knees on the floor. She crawled over to where he stood.
"Pay yo' respects to the man, chil'," she tol' me.
I knowed what to do; I got down on the floor with her at ol' Mister Gantner's feet. We both started lickin' his shoes. It was humblin' like always.
"Ain't you a couple o' good niggers," he smiled down at us.
Ol' Mister Gantner kinda bent down an' patted Mama an' me on the head like we was dogs. Still, it made me happy 'cause I knowed he meant it as praise an' I love gettin' praised by him even if it's always kinda degradin' the way he does it. He walked on out of the room an' down the hall to the livin' room. I heard him open the door an' let hisself out.
Mama got back up in the bed an' lay down. I went to my room an' got dressed. When I came out, Daddy an' Donna was jus' comin' in.
"Yo' mama's still in the bed?" Daddy asked me.
"Uh huh," I tol' him.
"You two go play or somethin'," he said an' went back to the bedroom an' closed the door.
Donna looked at me with a funny look on her face.
"Ain't Mama feelin' okay?" she asked.
"She's fine," I tol her.
Donna went an' turned on the TV an' sat on the couch. I went back down the hallway. Inside Mama's room I could hear the bed creakin' an' knowed that Daddy was fuckin' her even though her coochie was still drippin' with ol' Mister Gantner's nut.
I always wondered how Daddy took havin' that white man usin' Mama like she was his. Now I started wonderin' if maybe he liked it that way. I ain't quite get it, but then, I ain't get why that got my coochie jumpin' neither.
* * *
"Course, now I know why Daddy didn't mind ol' Mister Gantner usin' Mama an' me an' Donna, too," Gloria continued. "Same reason Mama liked it an' the same reason me an' Donna liked it. We all knowed he it was our place to serve him an' pleasin' him made us all feel like we was doin' what we was born to do an' that felt good. Now, you know it, too, Myrna."
Myrna was still a little stunned by what she'd heard and was trying to sort it all out.
"Grandma... licked your... coochie?" Myrna stammered. "While that ol' white man was fuckin' her?"
"That's right. Plenty o' times. You gotta un'erstan' somethin', Myrna. It was our place to serve him. Actually, it still is. Jus' like it's our place to serve his son. An' Dylan, too. It's perfectly natural so there ain't nothin' to be ashamed of. If they want us to suck, we suck. If they want us to fuck, we fuck. If they want us to do each other..., well, you get the idea."
"I guess you're right. But you said it felt shameful while you was doin' it even if it felt good..."
"Yes, I did," agreed Gloria. "But I got over it. You will, too. Then you'll jus' relax an' enjoy it. You'll be pleasin' our better an' be feelin' good, too. You;ll be lovin' it like me. You'll see."
"You'd... do that to me?" asked Myrna.
"I tol' you already how I ain't gonna say "no" to no white man, girl," answered Gloria. "If that's what he wants, then that's what I'll do. You gonna do it, too."
Myrna understood what her mother was saying, but she still couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that this was reasonable behavior for anyone. Well, she thought, she and her mother weren't just anyone. She wondered if she'd ever look at her grandparents or even her aunt Donna the same way again knowing what she knew now. On the other hand, maybe she wasn't much different than they were. Time would tell.
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