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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 was trying to wrap her mind around what Gloria had told her about how she and her sister Donna had "performed" for Old Mister Gantner back when they were teens. She had a hard time picturing her mother and aunt making out in front of the old white man while her grandmother sucked him off. Nevertheless, she found the image arousing.
Still, as shameful as Gloria and Donna's performance had been, it wasn't the same as what Myrna herself had done. Kissing and groping seemed pretty innocent compared to actually going down on her mother and licking her pussy to orgasm.
Gloria could tell that Myrna was still troubled, despite her telling her daughter about what she'd done with her sister in the past. She understood the embarrassment and the shame the girl was feeling right now, having experienced it herself.
"What's wrong, girl?" asked Gloria, "you still thinkin' you done somethin' wrong?"
Myrna looked up at Gloria sitting across from her on the living room couch. Even now, she couldn't get the image of Dylan's cum splattered all over her mother's face out of her head. She kept remembering how it felt to lick it off as the white boy looked on. She felt the tingle between her legs as she replayed the memory.
"It isn't that I did somethin' wrong...," Myrna started. "I know I gotta do what Dylan wants."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I guess it's just how I... liked it. I liked doin' what I done an' I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it."
"Ain't nothin' wrong with that, baby," said Gloria. "I know how you feel. I felt the same way with Donna. I liked pleasin' ol' Mister Gantner, but I liked kissin' on Donna an' feelin' her up an' her doin' the same to me. We can't help likin' it."
"I wasn't jus' kissin' on you...," Myrna went on. "I was... goin' down on you an' stuff. I liked doin' it. I liked doin' that to you..., my own mother..."
"Is that it then? Jus' kissin' an' feelin's okay but lickin' my cat ain't?"
"Well..., yeah."
"What I tol' you 'bout was only the first time," said Gloria. "There was plenty o' other times. I guess I oughta tell you the rest."
* * *
Ol' Mister Gantner was comin' over every other day after that. He loved seein' me an' Donna makin' out for him while Mama sucked his cock. He ain't ever stay too long 'cause he ain't ever last too long. He'd get his nut an' go leavin' us all worked up.
It weren't so bad for Mama, 'cause soon as he left, Daddy'd come in an' take her back to their room an' do it to her good. Me an' Donna had to take care of ourselves. I'd usually go an' take a shower an' get myself off an' I knowed Donna was doin' the same in our bed.
After a couple weeks of that, ol' Mister Gantner was ready to do more. He come over like always an' had us all get stripped down. We stood there, side by side, displayin' ourselves for him with our hands behind our heads so he could inspect us.
"Go on in the bedroom," he says. "I want a closer look at y'all this time."
Mama says, "Yes, sir, boss."
We all went back into her bedroom with him. I remember how he liked us on our backs so he could get a good look 'tween our legs. I was hopin' that was what he was gonna do, 'cause he'd usually want a taste o' my coochie an' that always felt real good. This was gonna be Donna's first time doin' that.
"Get the young one up on the bed on her back, Ernestine," he says. "You know how I like it. I wanna get a nice close up look at her cunny."
"Yes, sir, boss," says Mama. She says to Donna, "Go on an' get up there, baby."
Donna got all shy even though she was gettin' used to bein' naked in front of that ol' white man. But, she did like she got tol' an' climbed on up on the bed an' laid down on her back.
"Bend yo' knees an' lift yo' legs up, girl," Mama tol' her. "Spread wide an' show yo' cunny off to the nice gen'leman."
Donna was blushin' the whole time she was movin' her legs up an' holdin' 'em open with her knees bent.
"That's the way," Mama smiled at her. "Lift 'em up some more so he can see yo' butt hole, too."
I remember how embarrassin' it was for me the first time I done that for ol' Mister Gantner so I knowed how Donna was feelin'. Thing was, seein' how much he liked lookin' at me had me so worked up it ain't matter to me.
That ol' white man's dick was pitchin' a tent in his trousers an' Donna could see it. She kep' blushin' but I could see her coochie gettin' shiny wet an' even a little cream in her crack. She blushed even harder when ol' Mister Gantner leaned down an' took a long whiff of her. I thought about what it would be like to do that, too. Wantin' to sniff my baby sister's coochie made me feel nasty, but I still wanted it.
"Smells good," he says to nobody in particular. "I love the smell o' nigger cunny. Ain't nothin' like it."
Donna started whimperin' when ol' Mister Gantner started tastin' her. I could tell she was likin' it. I wondered what she tasted like myself. He licked on her 'til she was squirmin' an' humpin', then he stood up.
"Your turn, nigger," he says, lookin' at me.
"Yes, sir!" I says, all happy.
I started gettin' up on the bed while Donna was gettin' down. I laid back an' held my legs up the way ol' Mister Gantner liked. I spread 'em so far apart I could feel my lips partin'. I knowed my clitty was popped out, too. I felt like a real slut waitin' for him to do what he wanted with me. Like usual, he licked on me 'til I started feelin' like I was gonna cum. Then he stopped, leavin' me humpin' at nothin' like a animal.
"You want some more cunny lickin', nigger?" he asked.
I looked up, but I saw he was askin' Donna.
"Yes, sir," she says, all shy.
"Okay," he says. "Get on up an' sit on yo' sista's face. She does a good job lickin' yo' Mama's cunny so I know she'll do a good job on you."
I couldn't believe it! A few minutes ago I was wonderin' what it would be like to lick Donna's cat an' now I was gonna do it. She was pretty su'prised, too, but she done like she got tol' an' got back up on the bed. She crawled over an' kneeled over my face. I looked up an' could see my little sister's coochie, all wet an' shiny, jus' a few inches away. I could smell how worked up she was, too.
"Go on, baby," Mama was tellin' her. "Lower yo'se'f down so's yo' cunny's on you sista's mouth."
Donna got on down 'til I could feel her coochie on my lips. My own coochie was buzzin' good, too.
"All right, Gloria," says Mama. "Start lickin' yo' baby sista's cunny like a good girl. Do it like you do me when you cleanin' the nice white man's seed out o' me."
I started lickin' on Donna's coochie. It tasted good. I felt so nasty doin' it an' likin' it. She's so worked up she started humpin' on my face right away.
"Bend over the bed, nigger," I heard him tell Mama. "I gotta get some myself."
"Yes, sir, boss," says Mama.
The bed sagged an' I heard his zipper. A moment later, the bed was bouncin' from that ol' white man fuckin' my Mama.
"Open yo' legs up, Gloria," says Mama, her voice all husky. "Show the gen'leman what you got fo' him. Make sure he can see everythin'."
I spread my legs out wide keepin' my knees bent so my coochie would open up for ol' Mister Gantner to see. It reminded me how even though I's lickin' on Donna's cat an' makin' her feel good, all this was for the white man's pleasure, not ours. He was usin' all o' us an' that's how I knowed it was s'posed to be.
"Take care o' your baby girl, nigger," he says to Mama.
"Okay, boss," she says.
I felt Mama kissin' my coochie an' then she was lickin' on it like I was doin' to Donna. It felt so good! She ran her tongue all up an' down my crack an' flicked at my clitty. I knowed it weren't gonna take long to get me off an' I could tell Donna's gettin' close, too.
When I heard ol' Mister Gantner grunt a couple times, I knowed it was over.
"Oh, you cummin' in me, boss!" Mama says. "You is too kind to a nigga, sir."
Mama stopped lickin' on my cat, but Donna was still humpin' my face. I couldn't hardly breath, but I kep' on lickin' her coochie best I could.
"You sure know how to work a man's pecker, nigger," I heard ol' Mister Gantner say. Then I heard him give Mama a slap on the ass.
"That's enough, you two," he says to me an' Donna. "You done real good, but I'm finished now."
"Get on up, baby," Mama says. "Let yo' big sister catch her breath."
Donna got up off me. I sat up. I was so close to cummin'. From the way she was breathin' I's knowed she was, too.
Ol' Mister Gantner stood there behind Mama with his dick hangin' out his fly. He ain't even take his pants down to fuck her. She turned aroun' on her knees an' slurped on his dick 'til it was clean an' kissed it 'fore she put it back in his trousers an' zipped him up.
"I best be goin' now," he says. "You girls are natural cunny lickers. Y'all done real good an' put on a good show."
I knowed that's what it was to him; a show. Havin' me lay there with my baby sister sittin' on my face while my Mama licked my coochie was jus' somethin' for him to watch while he fucked her. It was all for him, not us. Somethin' 'bout that had me tinglin' 'tween my legs, too, 'cause that's how I knowed it was s'posed to be.
"Thank you, sir," I says along with Donna.
Mama got down on all fours an' kissed ol' Mister Gantner's shoes. Me an' Donna got down with her an' done the same. He turned 'round an' headed for the door with us all still down on the floor. I ain't remember ever feelin' so used as I done right then an' it had me fired up good.
Once he was gone, Mama got up an' says to us, "you two go to your room. Yo' Daddy's gonna be home in a bit an' he'll wanna lay down in here for a while."
Me an' Donna got up an' went to our room.
"Daddy's gonna be doin' to Mama when gets home, ain't he, Gloria?" Donna asks me.
"You know he is," I says.
"She never gets washed up after ol' Mista Gantner does it to her," she says. "You think Daddy likes it like that?"
I was always thinkin' the same thing, but I's su'prised to hear it from Donna. It took me a while before I figured that out an' she got it pretty much right away.
"Yeah," I says.
"Mama's lucky," Donna goes on. "She gets to finish up, but not us."
"You don't?" I says. "You seem to be pretty good at takin' care o' yo'se'f. I mean, when I come out o' the shower, you always in here playin' wit' yo'se'f."
I thought she'd be embarrassed by me sayin' that, but she jus' says, "It ain't the same. What you was doin' to me felt way better 'n me jus' doin' it to myself."
"Well...," I started, not knowin' what else to say. "That's jus' how it is."
Donna was startin' to get shy an' she says all quiet, "You think you could... you know... finish me off?"
"Huh?" I says.
"If it ain't too weird, I was wonderin' if you'd... lick on my coochie some more an' make me cum," she says. "I know you're my sister, but it feels so good. I can't make it feel like that on my own. 'sides if we can do it fo' that ol' white man, we can do it for our own selves. Right?"
The thing was, I was kinda excited 'bout the idea of lickin' her coochie some more an' hearin' her enjoyin' herse'f 'cause o' me.
"'kay," I says. "I ain't mind doin' that."
Donna smiled all happy an' got up in the bed an' spread her legs wide. Jus' seein' her bare coochie waitin' to be licked on had mine goin'. I crawled on the bed an' put my head down 'tween her legs an' started lickin' on her cat. She started moanin' an' humpin at me. It was gettin' me real worked up, too. It ain't take but a minute 'fore she was cummin'.
Afterwards, when she calmed down she was all shy again an' says, "You... want me to do you? I want to."
It was weird havin' her be the one kinda takin' charge, seein' as how I's the oldest. But, it was better that way 'cause I don't think I'd a felt right 'bout askin' her. This way I knowed she wanted to do it an' wasn't jus' doin' it 'cause I tol' her to.
"Okay," I says.
I got on my back while she got up on her knees. I was a little embarrassed spreadin' my legs for my baby sister, but I wanted to feel her tongue on my cat so bad I ain't care. I watched her get down 'tween my legs an' she started by kissin' on it. She looked back up at me an' smiled.
"I been wantin' to do this fo' a while, Gloria," she says. "You think I's nasty fo' wantin' to lick my big sister's coochie?"
"You ain't nasty, girl," I tol' her. "We's jus' niggas, I guess, an' that's how niggas is. Mama says we can't help it so we ain't got nothin' to be ashamed of."
Donna jus' smiled back at me an' put her head back down 'tween my legs. Her tongue felt so good on my coochie. She kep' lickin' it an' playin' with my clit an' stickin' her tongue in my hole. She done it so good, I couldn't believe she ain't never done it before. After a bit I could tell I was close.
"I's gonna cum...," I says to her. "You makin' me cum..."
She started lickin' even harder, pushin' her tongue all up in me an' rubbin' it up an' down my slit. Oh, it felt so good! I never came so hard 'fore then.
Donna kep' lickin' 'til she knowed I was done, then she kissed my coochie one more time 'fore gettin' up on her hands an' knees. I looked at her face, all smilin' an' shiny an' wet. She crawled up over me an' looked me in the eyes for a few seconds. I thought she was gonna say somethin', but she jus moved down an' kissed me on the mouth. I could taste my pussy on her lips.
After a bit, I asked her, "You sure you never done that before?"
"No!" she says. "Who'd I ever do that with? I ain't never licked no girl's coochie! I been thinkin' 'bout it fo' a long time an' I know how I'd like it. So I jus' done it like that. I guess I done okay."
"Yeah," I says, smilin' at her. "You done okay. We gonna hafta to it some more later."
"'kay," she says, smilin' back at me. "I bet white girls don't do shit like this."
"Hell, no!" I laughed.
"Good thing we's niggas, then, ain't it?" she says.
"Yep," I says.
* * *
"After that, me an' Donna did it pretty much every time after ol' Mister Gantner come by an' used us all," Gloria continued. "Used to be I was kinda frustrated 'cause I'd get all worked up from gettin' used by him, but now, Donna an' me could take care o' each other. We ain't never felt ashamed by it. We was jus' niggas doin' what nigga girls do. That's all. You un'erstan, Myrna?"
Myrna hadn't been expecting to hear that her mother and aunt had carried on that way as teenagers. She was already used to the idea that Gloria and Donna would do whatever ol' Mister Gantner wanted; including performing sexually with each other for his enjoyment. But, they'd gone well beyond that by doing it with each other for their own pleasure. The fact that they'd done it without shame somehow made the teenager feel better.
"I guess so," Myrna replied. "So you really didn't feel like you was doin' somethin' wrong or somethin'... perverted by doin'... what you did with each other?"
"Hell, no," laughed Gloria. "It felt too good to be wrong. What was we s'posed to do? That ol' white man 'd leave us on the brink. We figured if he was done with us, there wasn't no reason not to finish on our own after he gone. It ain't like we was doin' anythin' different. Only thing was he ain't watchin' no more."
"So you... did it every time after he came over?" asked Myrna.
"Yeah, but not jus' then," Gloria answered. "We done it days he ain't come over, too. He knowed we was doin' it, too. He asked after watchin' us lickin' each other cats for him while Mama sucked him off one time. He said we mus' be practicin' 'cause we was doin' it so good. We ain't gonna lie to a white man. There ain't no reason to lie, anyways. He liked knowin' what nasty niggas we was an' how we was doin' each other all the time."
"Don't you feel weird when you two are together, knowin' what you did when you were my age?"
"No. What makes you think we ain't doin' it now?"
"You do?!" exclaimed Myrna.
"You know we always use in the same bed when she visits us or when we go visit her," replied Gloria. "We ain't jus' sleepin'. Why shouldn't we do what we want? It ain't like we could help it anyways."
"'cause we're niggas, right?" asked Myrna. "Are black people an' white people really that different?"
"No, they ain't that diff'rent," Gloria answered, seriously. "But we ain't jus' black people, girl. We's niggas. We was born an' bred to be the way we are. Jus' like all the females in the family got big titties an' fat asses, we all got powerful drives we can't hardly control. Ain't none o' that by accident, Myrna. We really can't help bein' what we are. That ain't no lie."
"So, don't feel bad 'bout feelin' the way you do," continued Gloria. "It ain't like you can help it. It's jus the way you are. Jus' like me. Jus' like Donna. Jus' like my Mama. Jus' like my grandmama. Jus' like all of us. Relax an' enjoy it. When you think 'bout it, you'll see we're lucky. We ain't gotta worry 'bout bein' proper. We can jus' do what comes nat'ral to us. We like it. Dylan likes it. All them white folks what use us like it. Everybody's happy. See?"
"Yeah," agreed Myrna, her mind still trying to grasp everything her mother just said. "I guess you're right."
"Good!" smiled Gloria, rising up from the couch. "It's gettin' late, so I'm gonna turn in. Good night, Myrna."
"Night, Mom," said Myrna.
Could it really be that simple, Myrna wondered as she got ready for bed. From Gloria's room, she heard the buzz of her vibrator. The colored girl wondered if her mother was thinking about those times with her sister. She wondered if maybe she was thinking about her.
Myrna went to bed and couldn't shake the image of her aunt as a teenager sitting on her mother's face. She pictured the view of the two of them and imagined being there with them. Dylan behind her and watching them as he fucked her. He'd tell her to go eat her mom's pussy and she'd do it.
The black girl hadn't consciously started masturbating, and was almost surprised when she came, her head still spinning from everything her mother had told her.
As she fell asleep, Myrna remembered one more thing Gloria had told her; how they were all born and bred to be the way they were. What did that mean? She'd definitely made the distinction when she said black people weren't that different, but that their family was. She figured she'd have to ask about that later, because now, that was the most curious thing her mother said.
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