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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 day after Dylan's most recent visit, Myrna woke to find that Gloria had already gone off to work. She was still fixated on the events of the previous day, how her boyfriend had fucked both of them. But, what was really troubling the negro teenager, was how she had gone down and licked the white boy's cum out of her own mother's pussy, eventually bringing her to orgasm. She was feeling a little ashamed, not so much for having done it, but having enjoyed doing it as much as she had.
It wasn't until after dinner that Myrna found a chance to talk to Gloria about what had taken place. They'd just finished the dishes and sat down in the living room. The same living room where twenty four hours earlier, they'd been laying together, daughter on top of mother in a make out session performed at Dylan's instruction.
"Don't you feel a little funny 'bout what happened yesterday?" Myrna asked, starting the conversation.
"You mean Dylan fuckin' me?" Gloria responded. "Why? Is that botherin' you?"
"No..., it isn't that," replied Myrna. "I liked that. A lot."
"So what's there to feel funny about?" asked Gloria.
"Doin' stuff with you," said the teenager. "I mean, it can't be natural for a girl to... kiss her mom the way I kissed you yesterday. It can't be right to do stuff like... you know... suckin' on your breasts or... uh... lickin' on your pussy."
"I tol' you before, girl," her mother pointed out. "We's jus' niggas. What you're worryin' about is what a white girl 'd be worryin' about if she'd done that kinda thing with her mama. But, you ain't a white girl, so it ain't nothin' to worry about. You is a nigga an' you was jus' doin' what the boss man said. He say, "Kiss yo' mama," or, "Suck yo' mama's coochie," an' you do like he says like a good nigga. Ain't nothin wrong wit' that. Ain't nothin' to be ashamed about."
"I know we was jus' doin' what Dylan wanted," Myrna countered. "But that's not the thing that's botherin' me... I... I dunno how to say it, but... I guess the thing is, I kinda liked doin' it. I liked it an' that's what makes me feel funny about it."
"I liked it, too, Myrna," smiled Gloria. "You done real good. Feelin' my baby girl's tongue down 'tween my legs got me off big time. I loved doin' the same fo' you the other time. Maybe it'd be funny for a white girl an' her mama, but it ain't funny for us. It's jus' natural. It ain't like we can help what we are, girl. So don't worry 'bout it. Jus' relax an' be what you are. We lucky bein' niggas, you know. We ain't gotta hol' back on our animal urges. Nobody 'xpects us to. No white man even wants us to! The love it. We love it. What could be wrong with that?"
"I guess...," said Myrna, still unconvinced.
"Look," said Gloria. "I un'erstan' how you feel. When your aunt Donna got involved with me an' Mama an' ol' Mister Gantner all at once, he had us doin' all kinds o' shit together. An' I felt the same way doin' all that wit' my mama an' my baby sister. But, I got over it an' learned to enjoy it, jus' like they did an' jus' like you should."
"Really?" asked Myrna. "With both of them?"
"Oh, yeah," laughed Gloria. "I didn't tell you too much 'bout what was up with Donna while all that stuff with ol' Mister Gantner was goin' on. Maybe if I tell you how it all got started an' where it went, you'll un'erstan' better."
* * *
When I started stayin' home with Mama when ol' Mister Gantner came by, Donna'd always hafta to go to a friend's house or, if he was around, Daddy would take her out for ice cream or somethin'. Right away she was askin' me what we all was doin' with him that she couldn't stay aroun' for. I'd tell her how he was havin' Mama do some work for him, which was the same thing Mama used to tell me when I asked back when I was as ol' as Donna.
That story worked 'til she was twelve or so an' wasn't such a chil' no more. I remember her askin' me 'bout it one night after ol' Mister Gantner been visitin'.
"How come when Daddy an' me come back after you an' Mama been workin' wit' Mista Gantner the front room smells like the locker room at the school gym?" she asked me. "What kinda work you doin' wit' him?"
Well, I knowed 'xactly why an' it had me blushin' jus' thinkin' 'bout it.
She went on, "See, I ain't think you workin' at all. Least ways, you ain't doin' no office work. If all you was doin' was office work, you ain't gonna always be takin' a shower afterwards."
I tol her, "Sometimes I gotta... you know... go carry stuff aroun'..."
She ain't look like she buyin' it at all an' says, "Yeah, right. How come Mama's always waitin' on Daddy in their room afterwards? He goes right in there an' closed the door an' then I hear the bed creakin' an' bangin' against the wall!"
I ain't usually hear that 'cause I'd be in the shower, but I knowed it happened sometimes.
I says, "Seems you know what's goin' on already, so how come you askin' me?"
She says, "I don't know everythin'. But I listened through Mama's door an' could hear Daddy askin' her if that white man done her an' her sayin' yeah he sho' did an' goin' on like that while the bed be makin' a racket. I know y'all doin' somethin' nasty wit' ol' Mista Gantner an' I wanna know what it is."
Now, Mama tol' me not to tell anyone, but Donna was family an' she'd be findin' out for herse'f soon enough anyways. 'sides, I been bustin' to tell somebody 'bout it for a long time, so I figured I might as well tell her.
"Okay," I says. "I'll tell you. But, you gotta remember that Mista Gantner's a important white man an' he's Daddy's boss an' all. He even lets us live in this house, 'cause really, it belongs to him. So, he takes good care of us an' he's a really nice man, too. Mama's says our family an' his go way back so it ain't like he's some stranger."
"I know all that," she says. "I ain't sayin' it's wrong or nothin'. I jus' wanna know what y'all do wit' him. That's all."
I was glad Donna knew all that already an' I ain't hafta 'xplain why we done it. Still, even though I wanted to tell her, it was gonna be pretty embarrassin'.
"You right," I tol' her. "We do nasty stuff wit' ol' Mista Gantner when he come over. Me an' Mama get naked fo' him an' he... well... kinda looks at us. It ain't jus' lookin', though. I mean, he really gets a good look at us. At everythin' we got."
Donna's eyes got big an' she says, "Everythin'!? Even... you know... your privates?"
"'specially my privates," I says. "Mama says, "ain't no nigga got nothin' private from no white man." She says ol' Mista Gantner got every right to see whatever he wants to see an' do whatever he wants to do. She says he's our better an' it's our place to serve him an' please him. Lookin' at us an' seeing everythin' we got is what pleases him, so that's what we do."
Donna was sittin' on the bed while I's tellin' her all this an' I could see she was startin' to kinda rock back an' forth while I's talkin'. She was actually gettin' worked up from hearin' it! Course, I was gettin' kinda worked up jus' tellin' her an' thinkin' 'bout what me an' Mama done with that ol' white man.
She asked me, "Is that all?"
"No, that ain't all," I tol' her. "That's jus' the beginnin'. I'd hafta stand there in front of him, butt naked. He ain't jus' look, neither. He'd be touchin' an' feelin' on my titties an' reachin' 'tween my legs an' playin' with my coochie. I ain't know why, but havin' him touch me there felt way better 'n when I done it to myself. He likes seein' me get all worked up, too, so he'd keep it up 'til I started humpin' at his hand an' then he'd do it some more."
Donna ain't say nothin', she jus' kep' rockin' an' listenin'.
I went on tellin' her, "Once he'd get his fill o' playin' with me, I'd hafta start showin' off for him. Mama'd take care o' him while I's doin' that."
She asked me, "What you mean showin' off? Ain't you already showin' off by standin' there?"
I 'xplained to her, "No, I had to do it jus' how he wanted. I'd hafta stand there with my feet way apart an' my hands 'hind my head, elbows out. I also had to... um... keep my mouth open wide."
She looked at me funny an' asked, "You had to open your mouth up? Why?"
"I dunno," I tol' her. "But it's real embarrassin'. I ain't know why, but it is. But, ol' Mista Gantner loves seein' a nigga showin' off that way. He calls it the "display" position."
"Wow," says Donna. "I'd be real embarrassed doin' that."
"That ain't as bad as the "present" position," I says. "For that one, I gotta turn 'round an' bend over, still keepin' my feet way apart. I even gotta spread my butt out so he can see everythin', even my butt hole. I can feel my lips come open when I do it so I know he can see right up my coochie hole, too. It's sooo embarrassin', but I gotta do it 'cause he's our better an' he's the boss."
Donna kep' rockin' an' tol' me, "I dunno if I could do that. It's so nasty!"
I tol' her, "Yeah, it's nasty. Thing is, Mista Gantner gets so worked up from it, it gets me worked up, too. I mean here's this important white man. He's rich an' everythin' an' he could get any nigga he wanted to show her stuff off to him, but he comes here to see me. An', he's gettin' all worked up lookin' at me, not some other nigga. It makes me feel special. It's embarrassin' as hell, but I still like doin' it."
She says, "I guess when you say it like that, I get what you mean. Um, what did you mean 'bout Mama takin' care o' him while you showin' off?"
I felt my face get hot again, 'cause this was gonna be embarrassin', too.
"Well...," I started, tryin' to think of what to say, "when a man gets worked up... his... thing..., his pecker..., gets long an' hard..., an' so he needs some relief. You know what I mean?"
"I ain't stupid," she says. "I know 'bout sex an' how a man's pecker gets hard an' how if it gets rubbed on enough white stuff comes out an' it gets soft again. I know how that white stuff 'll knock a girl up if it gets inside her. I ain't no kid, Gloria."
"All right," I says. "Mama takes care o' him by gettin' him off."
Donna asks me, "She rubs his pecker?"
I says, "No, she puts it in her mouth an' sucks on it 'til he gets a nut."
"No way!" says Donna.
"That's what she does," I tol' her. "She takes his pecker right into her mouth an' sucks on it while he watches me an' touches me."
"You ever... do that?" she asked me.
"Not yet," I tol' her 'cause this was all before I sucked ol' Mista Gantner's dick.
"Would you?" she asked.
"Course I would," I tol' her. "Mista Gantner's our better, Donna. He's the boss. It's our place to do what he says. If he says to suck on his pecker, then I'm gonna say, "Yes, sir," an' do it. Jus' like that. Wouldn't you?"
I could tell she was blushin' now.
"Well...," she says, "I guess I would."
I knew she would. That was about all I said to her that time when I first 'xplained it to her.
After that, I tol' her 'bout anythin' new, like when I first sucked on ol' Mista Gantner's dick the first time.
"How'd it taste?" she wanted to know. "Did you swallow it?"
I tol' her, "Kinda bitter an' course I swallowed it!"
I tol' Donna when I helped put ol' Mista Gantner's pecker in Mama's coochie. Donna was real shocked by that. I was, too, but I still done it.
I tol' her how that ol' white man licked my coochie.
"How did it feel?" she asked.
"It felt real good!" I tol' her. "I never felt nothin' so good as that."
"Did he make you cum?" she asked.
"No, he stopped after a couple minutes," I tol' her. "See, he ain't doin' it to make me feel good. He doin' it 'cause he like lickin' a nigga's coochie an' seein' 'em get worked up."
I thought 'bout tellin' Donna how he made Mama finish me after that, but it was too embarrassin'. I couldn't bring myself to say it.
I did tell her when he got my cherry, but not 'til the next day.
"Did it hurt?" she wanted to know.
"Yeah, it hurt some when it first went in." I tol' her. "It weren't too bad. 'sides, I was on top of him an' kinda sittin' down on it. I think that made it easier 'cause I was actually the one doin' it an' puttin' it in."
"Did it feel good?" she asked.
"It mainly hurt," I tol' her. "But, I ain't mind. Seein' how much that ol' Mista Gantner was likin' it made me feel good. Knowin' that a important white man like him was makin' me a woman made me feel real special. He said I was a good nigga an' I couldn't stop smilin'. I can't wait 'til he do it to me again."
Since Donna an' me shared the same bed, I could tell when she was playin' with herself. I never let on or nothin', I jus' pretended to be asleep. She got loud enough to wake me up that night. I figured she was doin' it thinkin' 'bout it bein' her gettin' her cherry busted. She was hot in the tail fo' sho' that time.
Donna turned thirteen a couple months after I turned sixteen. She was nice an' chubby even then, but you could see she was fillin' out pretty good past that. Her titties were big for a thirteen year old. They was already kinda saggy like mine an' Mama's. Her butt was real big, too. All tol', she looked older 'n she really was.
I saw how ol' Mista Gantner was noticin' her, too. He be takin' long looks at that girl even 'fore then, so I ain't su'prised when Mama tol' me he wanted her to stay next time he come over.
"Mista Gantner's gonna be comin' by tomorrow," Mama tol' me. "I tol' Donna how she's gonna be stayin' home with us then, but I ain't tell her much else. I think she already got a idea 'bout what goes on when he visits anyways. Now, I want you gettin' yo' sista ready fo' him an' learnin' her 'bout servin' a white man proper. You un'erstan', girl?"
I didn't wanna tell her how Donna already knowed pretty much everythin' we'd been doin' wit' that ol' white man, so I jus' says, "Yes, Mama. I un'erstan'."
"Good," she says. "She can use the nightie I got you for when you first got presented to Mista Gantner. You can use the new one I got you for yo' birthday las' month. You both gonna be nice an' clean an' smooth for him an' have your hair braided up the way he likes. You got that?"
"Yes, Mama," I says. "I got it."
Later when me an' Donna was alone in our room, she couldn't wait to ask about it.
"Mama says I'm gonna be stayin' with y'all when ol' Mista Gantner comes by tomorrow," she says, all excited.
"That's right," I says. "We gonna hafta get up early so we can get ready for him, too. We gotta take showers so we clean an' fresh for ol' Mista Gantner. You gonna wear my ol' nightie an' I'm gonna wear my new one. We gonna braid our hair up like when we was kids."
"Braids?" she asked. "How come?"
"'cause that's how the white man wants it," I tol' her. "He likes seein' me lookin' like a little girl, I guess."
She laughed, "You ain't look like no little girl with them big ol' titties, Gloria!"
"You neither," I tol' her. "But it don't make no diff'rence. That's how ol' Mista Gantner likes it so we's gonna do it like that. I thought you un'erstood that already. We do what the white man wants, when he wants it, an' how he wants it. It don't matter if we like it or not. It don't matter if we un'erstan' why or not. All that matters is we do like we tol'. Got it?"
"I know," she tol' me. "I's jus' curious is all. I know we gotta do like he says. I wanna do like he says. You ain't gotta worry 'bout me."
"Good," I says. "'cause that's the most important thing. When the white man says to do somethin', it don't matter how embarrassin' it is, you jus' say, "Yes, sir" an' do it. It's okay if you shy or bashful so long as you do it right away. We gotta be obedient an' respectful. Don't say nothin' 'less he asks you somethin' an' always say "sir" or "boss" when you talkin' to him. Keep yo' eyes down an' don't look him in the face when he's lookin' at you or touchin' on you. Don't forget, he's our better an' he deserves his privacy when he's usin' you. You un'erstan' all that, right?"
"Uh huh," she said. "I un'erstan'. I'll do like you're sayin'."
I could see Donna was rockin' on the bed already, so I was pretty sure I ain't have nothin' to worry about. She liked the idea of bein' a good, obedient, respectful nigga same as me.
It weren't easy gettin' to sleep that night. Donna ain't sleep right away, neither. I could feel her goin' at it, but that wasn't what was keepin' me awoke. I was just nervous an' excited 'bout finally bein' the big sister for her when we was gettin' used by ol Mista Gantner. That, an' what she'd think seein' that ol' white man doin' what he wanted with me. I figured he'd make me suck him or maybe he'd even fuck me with her right there watchin'. I don't know how I finally got to sleep.
The next mornin' we was both up early. It was funny 'cause I ain't feel sleepy even though I didn't sleep too much. I figured it was the same for Donna. Now, I had to tell her one of the more embarrassin' things.
"Let's go into the bathroom an' get you cleaned up," I tol' her.
"I can clean myself," she says.
"Mama says I gotta do it," I says.
When we got in the bathroom, I took off the big ol' tee shirt I wore when I's sleepin'. Donna one like it an' took it off, too. I seen her naked all the time, but I's su'prised how much she looked like a woman now, even though she only thirteen.
"Ol' Mista Gantner don't wanna see no coochie hair on you," I tol' her. "He likes seein' a nigga's coochie all bald an' plain to see. So I'm gonna hafta shave it for you."
I thought Donna might object, but I saw her lookin' down at mine an' seein' how it was already bare, she jus' says, "'kay."
I had her sit on the tub with her legs wide open while I took the scissors an' clipped her coochie hairs short. Then I put shavin' cream on her. I was real careful with the razor and got her shaved smooth. I don't know if it was 'cause o' what was gonna happen later or jus' from me touchin' her there, but I could smell her coochie real strong then. I ain't say nothin' 'cause I ain't wanna embarrass her. I knew she'd have plenty to be embarrassed 'bout soon enough.
I tol' her to get in the shower so I could wash her up good. This time, she ain't complain or nothin'. She jus' stood there while I put the water on an' soaped her up. Runnin' my hands over my little sister's naked body was gettin' me a little worked up. The way she was breathin' made me think she was gettin' that way, too.
When I was rinsin' her off it struck me how cute she looked standin' there naked with her soft titties an' her pudgy belly an' her bald little slit. I actually started to un'erstan' what ol' Mister Gantner got out of lookin' at me. Course, I felt a little ashamed o' myself fo' thinkin' that way. Donna was my baby sister an' I knowed it ain't right to get turned on by lookin' at her body.
When I's done with her, Donna says, "Let me do you."
I wasn't gonna ask her to, but since she offered, I says, "Okay."
Feelin' her hands on me, soapin' me up an' maybe spendin' too much time on my titties an' my coochie, had me pretty worked up. I ain't know if she noticed me or not, but I noticed her gettin' that way. Neither of us said nothin'.
We went back to our room an' braided each other's hair like we used to years earlier. We put on our nighties an' waited in our room for ol' Mister Gantner to get there. I ain't remember bein' so nervous an' excited since the first time I was gonna meet him. Not even the time he was gonna bust my cherry.
Soon enough, I heard a knock on the front door an' Mama walkin' to answer it.
"Mornin', boss," I heard Mama say. "It's a honor to have you visitin'."
"It's my pleasure, Ernestine," he says. "I been lookin' forward to finally gettin' to see your other girl. Bring 'em on out so I can have a nice look at both of 'em."
"Yes, sir, boss," says Mama.
Mama called out to us, "Get on out here, girls. There's a gen'leman here what wants to see you."
I took hol' o' Donna's hand an' we came out into the front room. Ol' Mister Gantner was sittin' in Daddy's favorite easy chair. He was wearin' his shirt an' tie an' trousers an' suspenders jus' like usual. He smiled when he saw us. Mama was standin' next to him wearin' her good robe. I saw how she ain't tied up the sash or nothin' an' I could see her titties 'cause the robe was jus' hangin' open.
"Mornin', Gloria," he says, smilin' at me.
"Mornin, boss," I says.
He looked over at Donna an' says, "Well, hello there, little lady. Ain't you a cutie pie!"
Donna jus' stood there so I kinda squeezed on her hand a couple times.
"Hello, sir," says Donna, not quite lookin' at him.
"The nice man gave you a compliment, baby," Mama tol' her. "What do you say?"
"Uh..., thank you, sir," Donna says to him.
"It's the truth, sweetheart," he says. "Come on over here so I can get a better look at you two."
We went to him an' stood right in front of his chair. He kep' smilin' an' lookin' us over. I ain't know if I felt more like a animal or a piece of meat. But, jus' like always, my coochie was jumpin' from the way he was lookin' at me. I wondered if Donna felt the same way. Her hand felt warm an' sweaty in mine.
"Lift up those nighties so I can see your cunnies," says ol' Mister Gantner.
I lowered my eyes an' took hold of the bottom of my nightie. Donna done the same. We both lifted 'em up 'bout the same time. I brought mine right up to my belly an' stood there with my legs apart. I could tell my little sister was gettin' shy an' only lifted her nightie up to just below her crotch. Mama looked at me, so I knew it was up to me to take charge of her.
"Come on, Donna," I tol' her. "Show the nice white man yo' cunny like a good li'l nigga. Don't be makin' him wait on you."
Donna blushed, but she started movin' again. Ol' Mister Gantner's dick was pitchin' a tent in his trousers, so I knowed everythin' was goin' good even though she was hesitatin' some. Maybe that was even addin' to it for him. I kinda liked it, too, even though I felt nasty for feelin' that way.
"That's a good girl," the white man says, smilin' an' lookin' right 'tween Donna's legs.
He took his hand an' ran' the backs of his fingers over Donna's mound an' down her slit. When he put his hand 'tween her legs, she squatted down right away so he could get it in there. He was grinnin' ear to ear when she done that. I was happy, too. She was doin' me an' Mama proud.
That ol' white man put his other hand down 'tween my legs an' sat there, cuppin' both our coochies at the same time. I was so worked up I couldn't help but hump at it. Donna was squirmin' aroun', too. I saw she was squattin' even lower tryin' to get more pressure against her pussy. Ol' Mister Gantner liked that an' was quick to oblige her, rubbin' on her. He rubbed me, too. It felt real good.
When he pulled his hands out from 'tween our legs, both of us kep' humpin' the air. Donna even whimpered some, all disappointed. Ol' Mister Gantner held up his hands in front of him to show us how his fingers was shiny with our wetness. It was kinda embarrassin', but at least both of us were the same.
What was really embarrassin' was when he took the hand that he'd been rubbin' Donna's coochie with an' put it under my nose.
"What's that smell like, girl?" he asked me.
"Smells like nigga cunny, boss," I tol' him.
"You know who's it is?" he grinned.
"Yes, sir," I says. "It's my baby sister's nigga cunny, sir."
"That's right," he says. "Now taste it."
My face was burnin' when I stuck my tongue out an' licked Donna's slime off that ol' white man's fingers. I felt kinda ashamed 'cause tastin' it was keepin' me worked up.
"How's that taste, girl?" he asks.
I knew the right answer to that one. This time it'd be the truth, too.
"Tastes good, sir," I says.
He held is other hand up under Donna's nose. It was shiny wet from my coochie. I was sooo embarrassed.
"Tell me what it smells like, girl," he tol' her.
Donna blushed, but she knew what to say since she'd jus' heard me say it.
"It smells like my big sister's coochie, sir," she tol' him.
"So, you already knew what that smelled like, huh," he teased her.
She blushed harder.
"Yes, sir," Donna tol' him.
"I swear...," he says, shakin' his head an' smilin'. "Ain't no white girl gonna know what her sister's cunny smells like! Guess that's another reason I love niggers so much."
What ol' Mister Gantner was sayin' made it seem like we wasn't much more 'n animals to him, but 'stead o' bein' insultin' it was makin' me even more worked up. I ain't know if he meant it to be a compliment or not or if I's s'posed to say somethin', so I jus' kep' quiet.
"All right, you two," the white man says to us, "go 'head an' turn 'round an' show me your backsides."
We done like we was tol' an' turned around. I went on an' lifted my nightie up to show ol' Mister Gantner my bare ass like he said. Donna lifted hers up, too, when she seen I's doin' it.
"Legs apart an' bend over, girls," he tol' us. "Squat down so I can get a nice look at the goods."
Even now it makes me blush thinkin' how that ol' white man was talkin' to two teenaged girls like they was nothin' but "goods" for him to be checkin' out. Still makes my coochie jump, too.
Anyways, I moved my feet apart far as I could an' still keep standin'. I squatted down so much I could feel my lips openin' up. Donna done the same, but she almost lost her balance doin' it. Seein' as how we was pretty much side by side, I could hear her breathin' heavy an' knowed she was gettin' worked up from showin' off like this. So was I.
"I swear, Ernestine," he says to Mama, "I can't hardly tell these two picaninnies apart from this angle. Both of 'em got such big ol' black butts an' even the female parts look the same. Like two peas in a pod. Damn, they both even got their clitties pokin' out. They sure a a couple o' hot bitch niggers."
"Yes, sir," Mama agreed. "They love showin' their stuff to you, boss. Niggas like them can't help gettin' worked up knowin' their better be lookin' at what they got fo' him."
"You right 'bout that, girl," says ol' Mister Gantner. "I jus' can't get enough of 'em."
Hearin' all that was humiliatin' as hell, but I knowed my coochie was drippin'. I's pretty sure my baby sister ain't no diff'rent, neither. I jus' 'bout jumped when I felt his finger runnin' down my butt crack, over my asshole, an' all the way 'cross my coochie to touch my clitty. I heard Donna gasp an' right away I knowed ol' Mister Gantner was doin' the same thing to her. That ol' white man was back to playin' with both of us at the same time. We couldn't help but moan an' whimper 'cause it felt so good.
"Oh, they like that, sir!" says Mama, all happy. "You is too kind to them girls. They sho' do love gettin' attention from the boss man."
"Yep, they're proper niggers, all right," he says.
Suddenly, he stopped playin' with us an' I heard Donna groan from bein' frustrated. I coulda tol' her how he liked teasin' me that way. He loves gettin' a nigga worked up an' then jus' leavin' her like that, all horny an' frustrated.
"Turn back 'round, girls," he says.
Me an' Donna done like he said an' went back to facin' him. Both of us was breathin' hard an' sweatin'. Ol' Mister Gantner smiled an' looked satisfied with how we was reactin' to what he done to us.
"Okay, Ernestine," he says to Mama, "time to get down to business. Get yourself naked now, girl."
"Yes, sir, boss," says Mama.
Right away she let the robe slip off her an' onto the floor. She stood there naked while ol' Mister Gantner turned his attention to her. I could tell by the way he was smilin' that he liked what he saw; Mama's big ol' titties hangin' down on her belly an' her bald coochie showin' from 'tween her thighs.
"Help Gloria off with her nightie," he tol' her.
"Yes, sir, boss," she says back.
Mama went behind me an' lifted my nightie up until only my head an' arms was still in it, jus' like she always done when he had her helpin' me with it. It made me feel like a thing knowin' that ol' white man could see my titties an' coochie an' everythin' while my face was covered up. I knowed he liked seein' me like that 'cause Mama'd pause for half a minute 'fore she finished liftin' it all the way off.
"I swear those boobies be gettin' fatter since I been pokin' you, girl," he says to me. "Nothin' gets a bitch nigger to fill out faster 'n gettin' fucked regular."
I blushed hearin' him sayin' all that in front o' Mama an' Donna. I also knowed it was s'posed to be a compliment, so I says, "Thank you, sir."
"Okay, Gloria," he says to me, "go help your sister with hers."
I stepped back behind Donna an' took hol' of her nightie. I lifted it up nice an' slow for ol' Mister Gantner. I even stopped when I got it up over head so he could look at her naked body with her face covered up the way he liked. I waited while he reached out an' put his hands on her titties an' squeezed on 'em 'til she started moanin' again.
"All right, take it off now," he tol' me.
I pulled Donna's nightie up the rest of the way an' off her an' piled it on top of mine an' Mama's robe on the floor.
"She know how to display?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, boss," I spoke up, all proud. "I's the one who learned her."
"Good girl," he smiled at me. "Now let's see y'all do it together."
All three of us stood side by side facin' him. Mama an' me got our feet apart an' our hands 'hind our heads. Donna was a little slow doin' it, but ol' Mister Gantner ain't mind. He knowed it was her first time. Mama an' me opened our mouths up an' layed our tongues out the way he liked.
"Open that pretty mouth up, girl," he says to Donna. "Stick your tongue out flat an' lay out on your lip."
Donna musta been too flustered to remember that part. I know she was embarrassed by havin' to do it, but I bet she was even more embarrassed for not doin' it right.
"I'm sorry, sir," she says.
Donna went ahead an' layed her tongue flat over her lower lip.
"Oh, that's okay, sweetheart," he says, smilin' at her. "This is all pretty new to you. I know you'll do it right next time."
"Yeth, thir," Donna tol' him, keepin' her tongue out.
"See, I knew you was a good girl," he tol' her.
Ol' Mister Gantner reached 'tween Donna's legs and rubbed her pussy 'til she started humpin'. I guess that was his way of makin' her feel better an' showin' he ain't disappointed in her.
"Who's cunny is this, girl?" he asks, kinda playful.
"It's yours, sir," says Donna.
"That's right, sweetheart," he says. "What's your name, anyhow?"
There he goes again, I thought. Takin' liberties an' gettin' intimate with a girl an' he ain't even know her name. I ain't know why, but that got me even more worked up than I was.
"My name's Donna, sir," she tol' him, breathin' hard..
"Well, ain't that a pretty name," he says. "A pretty name for a pretty li'l colored girl."
"Thank you, sir," she says.
Jus' when she started humpin' back, ol' Mister Gantner pulled his hand out from 'tween her legs an' held it up in front of her eyes so she could see it was wet from her coochie. Then he went an' wiped his hand off on her face, right under her nose an' across her lips leavin' shiny wetness behind.
"You smell that, nigger?" he asked her.
"Yes, sir, boss," Donna tol' him, all embarrassed.
"What's it smell like, girl?" he asked.
"It smells like my coochie," she says. "I mean, it smells like my nigga cunny, boss."
"Who's nigger cunny?" he asked, raisin' his eyebrows up.
"Um, your nigga cunny, boss," she said, correctin' herse'f. "It's yo' nigga cunny, boss. All yours."
I was pretty impressed with how Donna answered him. She was doin' real good an' I could see he liked it, judgin' by the big ol' bulge in his pants.
"That's right, nigger," he said smilin'. "You're a clever girl."
"Thank you, boss," she tol' him.
Ol' Mister Gantner sat back in the chair an' looked at me, still grinnin'. I swallowed hard. I knew that look. That ol' white man was gonna make me do somethin' extra embarrassin'.
"Go give your little sister a nice kiss, Gloria," he tol' me.
"Yes, sir," I says.
I went aroun' and stood next to Donna an' gave her a kiss on the cheek. My face was burnin' hot I's so embarrassed.
"No, not like that, girl," he said, shakin' his head. "Give her a kiss full on the mouth."
I couldn't believe he was tellin' me to kiss my baby sister like that. But, he's the boss an' it's my place to do like I'm tol'. I went ahead an' touched my lips to Donna's while she jus' stood there not doin' nothin'.
"Kiss her like you mean it, Gloria," Mama tol' me. "The nice gen'leman wants to see you kissin' yo' baby sister all sexy. Now, get to it like a good girl."
It was way past embarrassin' now. But, I ain't got no choice but to do like she said. I hadta do it right for ol' Mister Gantner. This time I really pressed my lips to hers an' kissed like I was kissin' a man. Donna even kissed me back.
"That's more like it," he says. "Now keep it up, you two... Ernestine, get on down here an' get them nigger lips wrapped aroun' my pecker like a good girl an' suck me off while your baby girls are goin' at it."
"Yes, sir, boss," Mama says to him.
Mama got down on her knees in front of where ol' Mister Gantner was sittin'. She was right next to where me an' Donna was standin'.
"Can I please take yo' prick out, Mista Gantner, sir?" Mama asked, all sweet. "Please, boss?"
"Go 'head, nigger," he says, never takin' his eyes off o' me an' Donna.
Mama unzipped ol' Mister Gantner's trousers an' pulled his dick out. It was red an' purple an' stiff as a board. She leaned down an' took it in her mouth. I could see her head goin' up an' down on it an' I could hear her makin' slurpin' sounds.
"C'mon on use some tongue on her, girl," he says to me. "I wanna see you niggers swappin' some spit."
It was humiliatin' hearin' him talk like that, but I knowed to do like he said. I pushed my tongue against Donna lips while I's still kissin' on her an' she let it into her mouth. I could taste her coochie on her lips from where ol' Mister Gantner wiped his hand off on her. I was already ashamed of myself for likin' what I was doin', but now with all the kissin' an' tastin' her an' everythin' gettin' me so worked up was makin' even worse.
"You doin' good, girl," he tol' me, breathin' hard. "Real good. Start feelin' on each other's boobies. Don't stop kissin'."
I put my hand on Donna's tittie an' squeezed on it. I felt her hand on mine, too. It felt good. She stuck her tongue in my mouth while she was feelin' on my tittie an' I was gettin' real turned on.
"Now play with her cunny," he said, kinda frantic.
I knowed he was 'bout to nut an' I could hear Mama slurpin' away on his dick. I reached down 'tween Donna's legs an' felt her thighs part some to make it easy for me to get at her stuff. Her coochie was soakin' wet an' she started humpin' at my hand right away. I loved it. I loved feelin' her all excited. I knowed I was only s'posed to be doin' this 'cause o' that ol' white man wantin' it, but I wanted it, too. I was hopin' my sister 'd be rubbin' mine, but she was too caught up in what I's doin' to her.
"Suck her tit, nigger," the ol' white man ordered me. "Suck on it now."
I leaned down right away and sucked Donna's nipple. She gasped an' moaned. I heard ol' Mister Gantner grunt.
"Oh, yeah...," he groaned. "That's the way. Suck it good...."
I could tell that ol' white man was shootin' off in Mama's mouth now an' she was suckin' his seed down. Donna was goin' crazy from what I's doin' to her an' I was all fired up, too.
"All right, you two, that's enough," he says. "I'm done."
I stood up an' took my hand away from 'tween my sister's legs. Donna whimpered some, but didn't say nothin'. We both stood there an' watched Mama put ol' Mister Gantner's dick back in his trousers an' zip him up. He took out a handkerchief an' wiped the sweat off his face.
"Damn, you niggers are like wild animals," he said. "Y'all was drivin' me crazy. I been waitin' for this for years an' it was even better than I was thinkin'. Y'all done real good today, girls."
"Thank you, boss," Mama tol' him, still on her knees with a little cum on her chin.
I tol' him, "Thank you, boss," too.
Even Donna managed to say, "Thank you, sir."
Ol' Mister Gantner stood up an' looked us all over.
"Go on an' pay your respects to the gen'leman, girls," Mama tol' us.
I got down on my hands an' knees an' crawled to ol' Mister Gantner's feet an' started kissin' his shoe. Donna saw what I's doin' an' got down right next to me an' was kissin' his other shoe. After a minute I got up onto my knees an' my baby sister did, too.
"Good girls," he said, pattin' us both on the head. "Real good. You learned your little sister right, Gloria. You done your Mama proud."
"Thank you, sir," I says.
"Well, I'll be goin' now," he says. "I'll be back again soon. We're gonna be doin' this an' then some next time."
"We be ready an' waitin', boss." Mama tol' him.
We stayed there on our knees on the floor until ol' Mister Gantner let hisself out an' closed the door. Mama was the first one to get up. She put her robe on while me an' Donna stood up.
"I's real proud o' you girls," Mama tol' us, smilin' at us. "You pleased Mista Gantner real good. Gloria, you done a good jobs leanin' Donna how to serve a white man an' gettin' her ready. You done good, too, Donna. You was pretty much perfect even though it's only yo' first time."
Me an' Donna was both happy gettin' praised by Mama so much. I know I was glad seein' how much ol' Mister Gantner liked us even though I was kinda ashamed at gettin' so worked up doin' stuff like that with my baby sister.
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"We got washed up an' dressed, but I think both of us were too embarrassed by what went on to say nothin' 'bout it right away," said Gloria, finishing the story. "So, Myrna, I know jus' how you feel an' I can tell you you ain't got nothin' to be ashamed of, but you'll jus' have to get used to it on your own. Don't worry, you will."
Myrna felt her heart still beating fast after listening to Gloria's story. She had no idea that her mother and her aunt had ever done anything like that, even after already hearing about some of what had gone on with old Mister Gantner in the past. She knew for sure that she had some new material to fuel her fantasies that night. She also knew that she'd be experiencing it for real soon enough.
Next: Chapter 16 - Gloria and Donna's Sister Act
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