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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's sixteenth birthday fell on a Saturday. A small group of her friends from school had been invited to dinner that evening with a party afterwards. The real surprise, however, would come now, just after lunch, when the doorbell rang. It seemed her mother had invited her boyfriend over for an earlier, more private, get together.
"Go on an' get the door, girl," said Gloria, sitting on the couch.
Putting down the book she'd been reading, Myrna rose and went to the door and opened it. She hadn't expected Dylan until later on, but, there he was. Immediately, her pulse quickened. Clearly, her mother had set this up, and knowing that, she would be in for an interesting afternoon.
"Hi, Dylan," she greeted him.
"Hey, Myrna," he replied. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks."
Dylan made his way inside. Myrna closed the door after him.
"Thanks fo' comin', sir," said Gloria, standing up as the white boy entered the room.
"No problem," Dylan responded, taking a seat in the easy chair.
"We gonna have a reg'lar party fo' Myrna tonight," Gloria explained. "Right now, I wanted to carry on a... well... kind of a family tradition."
"A family tradition?" said Dylan, puzzled.
"Yes, sir," smiled Gloria. "I was tellin' Myrna 'bout it before. See, back when I's her age, there was this nice white gen'leman who come visitin' my mama fo' her to serve him. When I's ol' enough, I served him, too."
"Served him?" asked Dylan. "You mean like you... do me?"
"Yes, sir," Gloria answered. "Well, a little different 'cause he ain't my boyfriend or nothin' like that. He's older 'n my mama. She knowed him since she was a girl an' I knowed him... well... long as I can remember. Our families kinda go way back together. Back even before my mama was born. Or even her mama."
"Anyways," Gloria continued, "he was a real gen'leman an' ain't believe in fuckin' no girl 'fore she was ol' enough; not even a nigga like me. Course, he still used me for somethin' to look at an' touch on while he was usin' my mama to pleasure hisself, an' I even sucked on his dick fo' him when I got older, but he ain't fuck me 'til I's sixteen. He come over an' done me on my birthday, not a day sooner. Like I said... he's a real gen'leman."
Myrna was watching Dylan's face for how he'd react to being let in on a little of her family's secret. Judging by his expression, and the growing bulge in his jeans, he liked what he heard.
"So, now that Myrna's sixteen, she's ready," said Gloria. "If you ready, it'd be a honor for her... an' me... if you was her first, sir."
"You mean you want me to... do it with her?" asked Dylan.
"That's right, boss," answered Gloria. "I got her on the pill already so you ain't gotta worry 'bout knockin' her up or nothin'. She's ready for you whenever you want her."
Gloria turned to Myrna, "Ain't that right, girl? Tell the man."
Myrna's face was burning hot from embarrassment. She hadn't expected her mother to be so blunt and matter of fact about this. On the other hand, Dylan was obviously excited about how Gloria was presenting it to him, so she didn't mind.
"Yes, sir," Myrna spoke. "I'm... ready for you, sir."
"Ain't she adorable!" said Gloria proudly.
"Yeah," agreed Dylan. "She sure is."
"Now, if you want, I can leave you two alone," Gloria started. "Or, it can be more like it was for me. My mama was there the whole time with the nice white gen'leman so she could help by tellin' me what to do. Well..., it ain't like I ain't know what to do, but he liked havin' her there like that. Course, it's up to you, boss. You can have it like you want."
"You mean now?" Dylan seemed surprised again.
"If you want it now, yes, sir," Gloria replied. "Ain't gotta be now if you don't want it. You're the boss."
"Well... I... guess I... want it like you were sayin'," said Dylan.
"Good!" smiled Gloria. "I think you'll like it that way. The nice white gen'leman sho' did! He had me get naked an' display myself fo' him like usual. He loved lookin' at me like that. You wanna see Myrna that way, sir?"
"Of course!" Dylan responded quickly.
"Okay, girl, you heard the man," said Gloria. "Get them clothes off an' get in the display position like I tol' you about."
Myrna pulled her top off over her head and tossed it on the couch. Unfastening her bra, she pulled the straps down her arms. Her bare breasts swayed as she dropped the undergarment on the couch. Dylan smiled and watched attentively while the colored girl pulled her jeans down along with her panties. After depositing them on the pile of clothes on the couch, she put her hands behind her head she and stood naked before the white boy.
"Elbows back, chil'," Gloria directed her. "Push yo' chest out. You oughta be feelin' them titties lift up some."
Following her mother's instructions, Myrna corrected the pose. Dylan was clearly enjoying the way her naked breasts were displayed so prominently.
"Get them legs open," continued Gloria. "Get 'em as far apart as you can. This's all 'bout showin' yo' body off fo' the white man, so do it right. Squat down some so he can see everythin' good."
Myrna moved her feet apart as far as she could and still keep her balance. She felt like a piece of meat on display. Her pussy was buzzing. Seeing the growing bulge in Dylan's jeans had her even more worked up. When she squatted down, she could feel her labia part. The room air was cool on her moist sex.
"Now, open yo' mouth up an' get yo' tongue out," said Gloria. "You gotta make it look nice an' invitin' fo' him."
It was embarrassing to do it, but Myrna complied. She opened her mouth wide and laid her tongue out flat against her bottom lip. She could imagine how stupid she must look, naked, squatting, hands behind her head, and tongue hanging out her open mouth. Dylan reached into his jeans to straighten out his erection. She might look dumb, thought the negro girl, but the white boy was obviously loving it.
"See, that's how a nigga displays herself fo' a white man," Gloria explained. "Everythin' she got is there fo' you to see, boss. She got her titties all pushed out fo' you to look at. She got her coochie out where you can get at it easy. She even got her mouth open fo' you to show how she's available fo' use how ever you wanna use her. Showin' her body off like that helps her un'erstan' her place an' what she's fo', an' that's pleasin' the white man."
"Fuck...," was all Dylan could manage to say.
Humiliating as it was for her to display her body this way, Myrna was happy to see the effect she was having on Dylan.
"So, you like what you see, boss?" grinned Gloria.
"Fuck, yeah!" agreed Dylan.
"Well, once the gen'leman got a good look at me this way, my mama had me show him where is dick was goin'," Gloria went on. "I mean, it ain't like he ain't know where to fuck a nigga at. It was jus' a way fo' me to show him I knowed what he was gonna do to me an' how I was invitin' him to do it. It was embarrassin' as hell, but I done it jus' like she said."
Myrna had already figured out that her mother was expecting her to do the same for Dylan. She'd have been mortified to do it without knowing how much he was enjoying her humiliation. Now, she was anxious to do it and get the white boy inside her.
"All right, girl," said Gloria. "Bend over an' show the man where his dick goes."
Turning around, Myrna bent over with her legs still apart. She knew he'd be able to see her pussy peeking out from between her thighs.
"Go on an' tell him, baby," Gloria prodded.
Still bent over, Myrna could feel her face burning.
"This is where your dick goes for fuckin' me, sir," said Myrna softly.
"He can't see," said Gloria. "Spread them cheeks out so he can get a good look."
Reaching behind herself, Myrna put her hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread it out. She could feel cool air in her vagina and knew it was wide open for Dylan to see.
"There, sir," said Myrna. "You put your dick right there in my hole to fuck me."
"She's ready for yo' dick, boss," said Gloria. "See how shiny her lips is? See that white stuff drippin' down her cunt crack? She's more'n ready for it. How you want her to take it? On her back? The nice white gen'leman who busted my cherry had me get on top an' sit on it so I done all the work."
"I want her bent over just like she is," Dylan replied.
"Yes, sir," smiled Gloria. "Plenty o' niggas got fucked the first time bent over like they was dogs."
Dylan undid his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting them drop down around his knees.
"Get ready, baby," said Gloria softly. "The nice man's gonna bust yo' cherry now. You gonna be a woman."
"I'm not gonna last very long," said Dylan. "I'm about to bust right now."
"That's fine, boss," said Gloria. "I can get you hard again real quick an' you can do it to her again for longer."
Myrna felt Dylan's hands on her hips and his erection poking her in her exposed crotch.
"You want me to help you get it inside her?" asked Gloria sweetly.
"Yeah," grunted Dylan.
Gloria grabbed Dylan's dick and put the tip against her daughter's cunt. The white boy shoved it in. Myrna felt a brief jolt of pain as her cherry was taken with a single stroke. Two more thrusts and she felt him shoot off inside her no longer virgin pussy.
Over the past few years, Myrna had often fantasized about what her "first time" would be like. Would it be a planned event taking place in her bed some day that her mother wasn't home? Would it be a hormone fueled spur of the moment encounter in the back seat of a car in some secluded lover's lane? Would it be romantic or would it be an animalistic coupling culminating in an earth shattering climax?
Now, as Myrna remained standing there, bent over with her legs apart, in a position more appropriate for an physical examination than love making, she could feel Dylan's dick slowly softening inside her. He'd lasted all of ten seconds before dumping a load into her before the initial sting of losing her hymen had begun to subside. She felt less like a newly made woman than a piece of used meat. Somehow, that thought had her pussy tingling.
"You done, boss?" asked Gloria.
"Uh huh," replied Dylan.
"Good!" grinned Gloria happily. "Thank you fo' makin' my baby girl a woman, sir. We's both honored you chose her to be yo' first. Ain't that right, girl?"
"Yes, sir," replied Myrna, still bent over. "Thank you for fuckin' me, sir."
Dylan stepped back and his now flaccid member slipped out of Myrna's pussy. The whole scene was incredibly degrading to her, but that only served to turn her on even more. Her pussy ached for more.
"Please, can I clean yo' cock off, boss?" asked Gloria.
"Sure," Dylan answered. "But I wanna see your tits while you're doin' it."
"Yes, sir!" Gloria replied enthusiastically.
Stripping her top off, Gloria sank to her knees, her huge mammaries exposed and jiggling. Leaning forward, she took Dylan's dick into her mouth and started sucking her daughter's slime off of it.
Not having any instructions to the contrary, Myrna stayed bent over. The negro girl could feel the white boy's semen running down the inside of her leg as she listened to her mother slurping on Dylan's cock. She hoped Gloria's mouth would get him hard again quickly.
"You jus' 'bout ready fo' mo', boss!" grinned Gloria, her lips shiny with semen. "You want me to clean my baby girl up fo' you, too? A fine white man like you shouldn't hafta stick his dick in a sloppy nigga coochie."
"Yeah," agreed Dylan. "Clean her up."
Without getting up, Gloria moved on her knees to where Myrna was bent over. The colored girl gasped as she felt her mother's tongue on her pussy, lapping up the thick white liquid that was still drooling out of her vagina. Aroused as she was, she couldn't help but enjoy the sensations, shameful as it may have been.
Myrna gasped as she felt her mother's tongue flick against her engorged clit. Gloria had pretty much lapped up the last of the mess from her crotch and was now licking her purely for sexual pleasure.
"Keep it up," Dylan told Gloria.
Gloria happily obeyed and licked up and down her daughter's pussy between her puffy lips. Myrna moaned as her mother's tongue brought her closer to climax. Her legs felt wobbly and she was having trouble keeping her balance standing bent over.
"I... can't... keep... standin'...," said Myrna breathlessly.
"Get down on the floor then," Dylan responded quickly. "Hands an' knees."
Getting down on her hands and knees, Myrna kept her ass up and her legs open. She waited to feel Gloria's tongue on her pussy again. She was a little ashamed of herself for wanting her mother to do something like that to her, but she was so aroused at this moment that she didn't care.
"Let me," said Dylan.
"Yes, sir," replied Gloria.
Myrna felt Dylan's hands on her hips and a moment later she felt his hard dick thrust inside her. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open as the white boy pounded hard into her. He barely pulled halfway out before slamming it home again. And again. The colored girl could barely keep her balance against the force of the strokes.
"Ah!" Myrna cried out.
"Oh, you fuckin' her good, boss!" exclaimed Gloria.
Her breasts swaying in rhythm to Dylan's thrusts, Myrna grunted with each stroke. Already brought to the brink of orgasm by her mother's tongue, the negro girl quickly felt herself getting close again. The white boy's dick was in and out of her like a jack hammer. In less than a minute, she came and came hard.
"Ahhh!" cried Myrna. "Ohhh!"
"You is one lucky nigga, girl," Gloria told her. "You is gettin' done the way a nigga gotta be done!"
Myrna's cunt spasmed uncontrollably as Dylan kept fucking her. Even as her orgasm subsided, he relentlessly pounded her. The young negress lowered herself until her head and chest were on the living room carpet as the white boy continued to slam into her tender pussy. Her ears were filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh and heavy breathing.
"That's the way to fuck a nigga all right," Gloria told Dylan. "You ain't gotta worry 'bout bein' gentle with her, sir. Jus' keep bangin' her hard an' fast if that's how you wanna do it."
"Feels so good...," he breathed. "So warm an' tight..."
"Ain't she got some good pussy for you, boss?" grinned Gloria. "You jus' fuck her all you want."
Myrna lost track of the time, focused only on the sensations of Dylan's dick going in and out of her. Gradually, he started to slow the pace of his thrusts, but continued plunging deeply inside the colored girl's pussy.
"I wish it was me you was fuckin', boss," said Gloria, kneeling beside Dylan. "I'd be the luckiest nigga there was if I had yo' dick in me."
"Yeah?" gasped Dylan. "That's what you want?"
Dylan seemed to find his second wind and resumed thrusting himself into Myrna's cunt with renewed vigor. The young negress could feel her pussy getting rubbed raw from the pounding it was taking, but said nothing. She wanted him to enjoy himself without distraction. Plus, taking the pain of it made her feel even more like she was serving his pleasure.
"Yes, sir!" Gloria replied. "I sho' do! Would you? Would you fuck this nigga? My coochie be achin' fo' yo' dick, boss. It been achin' fo' it since I seen you wit' my Myrna. Seein' you fuckin' my baby girl got me wantin' it bad."
"Fuck...," Dylan grunted.
Myrna felt the spurts of hot liquid as Dylan shot off into her sore pussy.
"Oh, you cummin' all up in my baby girl!" grinned Gloria happily. "You is too kind, boss!"
This time, Dylan pulled out as soon as the last of his seed was emptied into Myrna's cunt. Sweat ran down his face. His shrinking dick glistened with pussy juice and semen. He got up and collapsed into the easy chair, breathing heavily.
"You want my baby girl to clean yo' dick off, sir?" asked Gloria. "She don't know to ask right away yet seein' as how this only her second fuckin'."
"Yeah, I'd like that," smiled Dylan.
"Get on up an' clean yo' mess off the man, girl," Gloria directed Myrna. "Next time, ask the man right away an' then do it when he say yes."
"Okay," replied Myrna, her voice shaky.
Getting up off the floor onto her hands and knees, Myrna crawled over to where Dylan sat in the big easy chair. His cum leaked out of her pussy as she went and she could feel it on the inside of her thigh. The negro girl grabbed the white boy's dick and licked it clean. When she was finished, she kissed the tip and sat back on her knees. A long thin strand of semen hung from her thick lips.
"Thank you for fuckin' me again, sir," she told him.
"You're welcome," Dylan responded, a grin spreading on his face.
Embarrassed by Dylan's reaction, Myrna nevertheless was happy to see that he was enjoying himself so much. A glance towards Gloria showed her mother's expression of approval and she knew she was doing everything right. The colored girl blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"If it's okay with you, sir, me 'an Myrna oughta be gettin' the place fixed up for her birthday party tonight," said Gloria.
"I should probably be gettin' back home," said Dylan. "I'll be back tonight for the party."
"'kay," replied Myrna, still kneeling on the floor.
Dylan stood and pulled his pants up. Myrna glanced at Gloria again and saw her mother nodding.
"Pay your respects to the man, girl," said Gloria. "You a woman now thanks to him."
Puzzled, Dylan looked back and forth between mother and daughter. Myrna bent back down onto her hands and knees, lowering her head to the floor in front of the white boy's feet.
Her face burning and her pussy buzzing, Myrna started licking Dylan's bare feet. It was a humbling and humiliating act, but it gave her a warm glow throughout her naked body. After a minute she got back up on her knees and looked into his face. He reached down, putting his hand on her head. She smiled up at him.
"That's how a nigga pays her respects to her better, sir," said Gloria. "I hope you ain't mind."
"No...," Dylan replied. "I don't mind... I... uh... better get goin' or I 'll never leave."
Myrna could see that in addition to being a little flustered, Dylan's dick was starting to rise again. She loved the way he'd get aroused so quickly by her.
"I'll be back later," said Dylan. "Bye, Myrna... Gloria."
"Good bye, sir," said Myrna.
Dylan turned and headed for the door. Gloria walked quickly to open it for him. Myrna just watched from her knees as he left.
"You done good, girl," said Gloria, after closing the door. "How you feel?"
"Good," replied Myrna. "Sore."
"I figured you was gonna be sore from the way he kep' on givin' it to you," laughed Gloria. "I ain't think he'd be lastin' so long. You is one lucky nigga, Myrna."
"I know, Mom," she agreed.
* * *
The birthday party proved to be a little anticlimactic following the events of the afternoon. Myrna nevertheless enjoyed herself and the company of her friends as well as the pizza followed by cake and ice cream. Dylan, for his part, didn't act as if anything momentous had taken place earlier. Only the soreness between her legs reminded the black girl of what had happened.
Just as her mother had described, Myrna found the party almost surreal. Her friends seemed somehow younger than they had before. She was a woman now, she thought.
Eventually, the party wound down and the guests departed until only Dylan was left. Gloria was clearing the table off. Myrna went to help her.
"You ain't gotta be doin' this," said Gloria in a loud whisper. "Go see if the man wants some more pussy."
Myrna felt her face flush hot. Dylan wasn't out of earshot and she could tell by the look on his face that he must have heard what her mother said. She stepped over to where he sat on the couch.
"Um..., do you..., uh..., wanna go to my room?" she blushed.
"Sure," grinned Dylan.
The two teens headed towards Myrna's bedroom as Gloria smiled after them.
"Should I close the door?" she asked.
"Nah," he answered.
After sitting on the bed, Dylan put his arm around Myrna.
"You look great in that dress," he told her.
"Thanks," she replied softly.
He started kissing her. After a few seconds, Myrna felt Dylan's hand on her breast, gently squeezing it through the dress and bra she had on. Before long, the negro girl was on her back with the white boy on his side next to her, their lips pressed together, his tongue exploring her mouth. She could feel his erection against her thigh.
Dylan lifted Myrna's dress up, exposing her panties. He slipped his hand under the waistband and ran his fingers over her mound and then down to her crotch. She winced as he touched her still tender pussy. Quickly he pulled his hand back.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked.
Myrna thought about denying it, but decided it was better to tell him the truth.
"It's still a little sore from before," she told him.
"Sorry," he said.
"Don't be," she smiled. "I loved it."
"Me, too," he replied.
"You don't hafta stop... touchin' me there. I don't mind."
"You sure?"
"Yes, sir."
Myrna could feel Dylan's dick stiffening up again as he slid his hand back between her legs and gently touched her pussy. She was happy that he was doing as he pleased again, but he still seemed a little tentative.
"Do you want to fuck me, sir?" she asked plainly.
Dylan's cock twitched enough for Myrna to feel it.
"But you're sore...," he started to say.
"I don't mind," she replied. "You can fuck my sore pussy as much as you want. I mean it. It's yours."
"Damn...," he breathed.
Now the white boy's dick was rock hard. The black girl knew it wouldn't take much to get him over his reluctance and give in to his desires. She pressed back against his erection with her leg.
Dylan rolled onto his back and fumbled with his belt buckle. After a few seconds he was working his pants down to knees.
"You want me to get naked so you can fuck me, sir?" Myrna smiled sweetly at him.
"Just pull your panties off," he said, his voice husky.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
As soon as Myrna had taken her panties off, Dylan mounted her. She felt his cock poke her in the crotch a couple times. Reaching down between her legs, the colored girl took hold of the white boy's dick and guided it to her pussy. She felt a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure as he penetrated her and started slowly thrusting into her.
"You like fuckin' me, sir?" Myrna asked coyly as he continued to hump her.
"Yeah," he gasped.
"You wanna fuck my mom?" she asked, after thinking for a few seconds.
"Fuck...," he groaned.
Myra knew he wouldn't last much longer now.
"You can fuck my mom," she told him. "You want that? You wanna fuck my mom's nigger cunt?"
Dylan groaned and Myrna felt him shoot off inside her. Even though she hadn't come close to cumming herself, the black teenager was happy she was able to get her boyfriend so excited that he couldn't hold back.
Sweating and breathing hard, Dylan rolled off Myrna and lay on his back. The young negress rolled on her side and looked into his eyes.
"Can I clean your cock off, sir?" she asked. "Please?"
"Sure," he answered.
Myrna got up onto her hands and knees and moved down until her face was inches from Dylan's dick. Leaning down, she slurped his glistening member into her mouth and gently sucked on it until she'd gotten all of the thick shiny liquid off. She sat back onto her knees.
Dylan sat on the edge of the bed before standing and pulling his pants up. He turned back towards Myrna, still kneeling on the bed. She smiled up at him.
"You wanna see my fucked nigger cunt, sir?" she offered sweetly.
"Jesus, Myrna!" he replied. "You're drivin' me nuts!"
"So..., no?"
"Well..., yeah. I do."
Rolling onto her back, Myrna flipped her dress up and held her legs open. She smiled at the white boy as his cum drooled out of her splayed pussy. Dylan stood there, his eyes fixed between the colored girl's spread legs.
"I, uh..., better get goin' or I'm gonna have to stay an' do it again," said Dylan.
"You can do it again if you want," Myrna replied. "You can fuck me as much as you want."
"My mom 'll be pissed if I'm late," he told her. "I wanna keep comin' over."
"'kay," she said. "Can I get up now?"
"Oh..., yeah, you can get up."
Myrna sat up on the edge of the bed and stood up. She could feel Dylan's cum running down the inside of her thighs. As the two of them made their way into the living room, the negro girl felt the effects of the pounding she'd taken with every step.
Gloria was sitting on the couch reading when the two teens entered the room. She put down her magazine and stood.
"Givin' my baby girl one more present, boss?" grinned Gloria.
"Huh?" Dylan replied before understanding. "Oh..., well..., yes."
Reaching for the door, Dylan turned the knob and opened it.
"Happy birthday again, Myrna," he said.
"Thanks, sir," she replied.
"Yes, thanks fo' comin', boss," added Gloria.
"Glad to," Dylan grinned.
Letting himself out into the hallway, Dylan closed the door and was gone. Gloria looked Myrna up and down, a smile growing on her lips.
"I see you done good, girl," said Gloria. "You got the man's spunk runnin' down yo' leg."
Myrna blushed.
"I didn't wanna wipe it up with him lookin'," she said.
"Good girl," her mother replied. "How you doin' now?"
"Kinda sore."
"Did you let on how sore you was to him?"
"I didn't mean to. When he first touched me there it hurt. He asked how I was an' I tol' him."
"Well, it's good it ain't stop him from gettin' some more for hisself."
"I tol' him it was okay," said Myrna.
"That's a good girl," said Gloria. "Never say no to him. Always tell him the truth an' let him decide. You done real good. You is lucky to have a nice young white man that can bounce back so fast an' bust another nut in you."
"He came when I asked him if he wanted to fuck you," said Myrna.
"He did?" grinned Gloria. "What a nice man! I'd spread my legs fo' him in a heartbeat. All he gotta do is tell me to do it. You ain't gonna have no problem wit' that are you, Myrna?"
"No," Myrna replied. "I want him to have what he wants."
"You takin' to all this jus' fine, girl," said Gloria. "You is a natural nigga, jus' like yo' mama."
"Thanks, Mom," said Myrna.
* * *
Once she'd gotten into bed for the night, Myrna lay on her back looking at the ceiling and reflecting on what has gone on that day. Reaching down between her legs, she felt her swollen pussy lips. She'd gotten quite a workout for her first times, she told herself.
Myrna's thoughts wandered as she replayed the experience of being penetrated and losing her virginity. She remembered the look on Dylan's face as he came inside her that last time and felt herself getting aroused.
Despite the pain, the young colored woman masturbated to orgasm and then fell asleep.
Next: Chapter 14 - Gloria's Turn
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