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All these stories are a work of fiction and care was taken - no
letters were hurt when they were placed on the page.

Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of my
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.

This story is guaranteed to be morally offensive.  It contains
racism, bigotry, racial slurs and words, black humiliation and
degradation.

I mean this story contains HEAVY racism and bigotry that is in
your face.

If you are offended by such stuff please DO NOT read this story.
If you get upset with racism and bigotry, please DO NOT read this
story.

If you decide to read this story and are offended by it that is
your problem.  I have given you fair warning.  You have the
choice dear reader of continuing on with this story or not
continuing on with this story.

Please don't email me asking if I am racist or a hateful person
or if I hate Black people in general.  Because I am not a racist
nor do I hate Black people.

Now, this story is fantasy... ALL fantasy... it is NOT real life.
 Tasheka and I made this story up.  The idea for this story came
from Tasheka herself.

Racism and bigotry mixed with a sex story is not a topic that I
had considered writing about.  Tasheka, who is a real
African-American female urged me to write a story like this. 
Tasheka edited this story for language and minor changes.

You have been for warned:

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read my stories, your teeth will rot and all your hair will fall
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Tasheka 4:

Early Saturday morning:

In a skimpy, white, lace trimmed, baby doll nighty, Tasheka snuck
quietly into Tasha's room and into her bed.  Tasha was tossing
and turning and whimpering in distress in her sleep, obviously
having unpleasant dreams.  Jack and Diane had retired to their
rooms just a couple of hours ago.  Diane had left the living room
laughing, her strap-on swinging back and forth as walked up
stairs.  Tasha lay on the living room floor almost passed out
from the constant fucking her younger sister had given her.  Her
son Jack had wiped his cock on her hair before he went upstairs.



Tasheka looked at her daughter putting her arms around Tasha,
pulling her to her breasts and comforts her.   Tasha opened her
eyes and realized she was cuddled in her mother's arms.  Tasha
squirmed and nuzzled in further, rubbing her face on her mother's
breasts, her forehead, cheeks and lips gradually shifting the top
of her mother's nighty to expose her breasts, then, after some
hesitation and shame, nuzzling and kissing and suckling on her
mother's bare nipples.


Mother and daughter wrapped their arms around each other, both
sobbing, "Oh Mama, I'm so sorry, I had to, I couldn't help it. 
You won't believe what has happened to me at the office with the
Snyder twins."


"Tell me all about it, sweetie," Tasheka replies as she gently
rubs her daughters lower back.


Tasha tells her mother the whole story.  Tasheka sobs in sympathy
but finds it erotic and arousing, despising herself for that. 
Tasheka tells her daughter what's happened to her at the
university.


Tasha sobs, "Now Jack and Diane are fucking us, your problems at
the school and the Snyder twins at work, oh Mama, what's going to
happen to us?"



Tasheka didn't have an answer for her daughter.  The both fall
silent, imagining what might happen the next time they are both
at the Young Girls Club.  They hug each other more tightly to
comfort each other, each whimpering and murmuring and crying
softly.  Their legs slide between each others' legs and subtly,
slowly, then harder and faster the mother and daughter begin
grinding on and humping each others' legs.



The mouths and lips come together.  Their mouths open, their
tongues hungrily probe each others' mouths.  With more romantic
passion and frantic need than either of them has ever felt
before, anticipating the excruciatingly shameful, humiliating,
and gruelingly degrading ordeals that await them at the Young
Girls Club, and right there, in their home with the twins. 
Mother and daughter make love to each other and cum together over
and over, giving each other a pleasure and strength to endure
that neither of them has ever gotten or will ever get from anyone
else again.



As with so many generations of their ancestors before them, and
through whatever awaits them, Tasha and Tasheka knew that, now
that they had found themselves and each other, they would and
could survive, even thrive through the struggles and ordeals.



Mother and daughter woke up with their faces and cheeks pressed
into each others' soft brown butt cheeks, their stuffy, snotty,
sniffling noses nudged up against each others' anuses, sniffing
each others' assholes.



Tasha inadvertently farted in her mother's face, and squirmed and
moaned in shame and embarrassment.  Her mother groaned at the
foul odor and rubbed her nose into her daughter's rosebud,
pressing her face deeper between her daughter's sweaty ass
cheeks.  She heard her daughter emit another, almost painful,
shameful moan, felt her squirm some more, and then felt her
grommet begin to open up.



Knowing what was coming Tasheka shifted her mouth to cover the
opening, opened her mouth and began sucking the smelly, gooey
turd in, slurping and groaning noisily in self-loathing, disgust
and immense, intense lust.  She gratefully felt her daughter's
foot thoughtfully probing between her legs, finding and rubbing
against her wet twat.  Tasheka humped her daughter's foot as she
sucked the turd out of her asshole.


Tasheka and Tasha both thought about how passionately romantic
their night together had been, as sick and pathetic, yet somehow
also tragic and poetic that was, all the more powerful for how
shameful it was.  They both thought about what they were doing
now and shivered in shame, disgust for each other and themselves,
and quivered at the sensuality and mutuality of the renewed
stirring of their lust.



They both thought about how the brown color of the turd matched
the color of each others' skin.  And they both thought about how
what was happening now would keep shit from getting on the
sheets, and make their house-cleaning chores easier, along with
making sure at least one of them got breakfast before starting
into the ordeals that awaited them that day.


*

Sunday afternoon:

"Of course, it's a sexual tragedy.  What's happening in the black
community, but you have to understand, it's a natural phenomenon
of the niggers.  It's the fruit of a long-standing, deeply
entrenched commitment to un-Godly values."

Reverend Hurst looked out over his congregation.  The TV camera
panned out as the white people in the pews were nodding their
heads.

He continued, "Something happened a long time ago to the nigger.
White people might not want to talk about it.  After the fall of
our civilization, white Christians were beset.  There were the
uppity niggers, people we would now recognize as Satanists in all
but name.  They sought, as niggers have always sought, power,
they burrowed into the woodwork of white society, just like a
boll-weevil eating its way into a cotton plant.  They stayed well
hidden, but they sought power.  The niggers have always been
Satanists.  In their revival churches they offered up young
Christian virgins in their worship.  The Devil appeared unto them
and said, `It's a deal,' I will give you power, turn away from
the White Redeemer and be my followers, and Hell will see you all
right."

Jack looked at the TV in the living room then he looked down at
his mother.  She was bent over the back of the couch, her head on
the seat cushion, her ass in the air.  Jack slapped his mother's
ass as he pushed his cock into her rectum.

Jack looked down at his mother, "You believe that nigger talk
that old white man is saying, momma?"

Tasheka tried to turn her head and look back at her son, "Da
nigga race hat always been uppity.  Dat ole white man full `o
shit though!"

The reverend took a step back from his podium and looked down
between his legs.  The black woman smiled up at him, his cock
filling her mouth.  He stepped forward again not paying the
nigger between his legs no mind.  The congregation squirmed in
their pews as they watched their beloved reverend.  They knew he
loved his cock sucked while giving his sermon.  It wasn't so many
months ago that he had white woman or teen girl on her knees
sucking him as he stood in front of the congregation.  Not now,
not with the darkies willing to sexually humiliate themselves for
the amusement of the white community.

"Of course the Devil is a tremendous liar, we can see that now. 
It gives me no pleasure to say this, but the niggers now know the
consequences.  The deal is off, you see.  The Devil must be paid.
 You know, this is interesting.  We've all heard the phrase
`there's the Devil to pay,' but how many amongst us know what he
would be paid in?  Few, I reckon.  If you've heard the singing at
these nigger revival churches, their wailing is terrible, like
unto the damned in torment.  His payment is in sex, humiliating
sex!"

Jack looked down at this mother again, "Well, I believe him, all
niggers need to be treated with humiliating sex!" he laughed as
he slapped his ass cheek again.

The black woman on her knees before him with his cock in her
mouth was being paid fifty dollars.  She really didn't care what
this white preacher said as long as she got paid.

"We need to pray for the nigger.  They need a great turning to
the White Redeemer.  The only thing that can save the nigger is
humiliating sex.  They must throw out their satanic leaders and
come before the white Christian race.  I really believe this
could be a good thing.  That this could be the end of Satan's
hold on the nigger.  It is, we must remember, the niggers own
fault.  They are like little children who need to be disciplined,
seen and not heard, constantly punished with humiliating sex.  We
as a white race must be strong like parents and show our
compassion and understanding to the nigger by punishing them with
humiliating sex."

Diane came into the living room laughing, "I just threw the
backdoor key out in the backyard!"

Jack was holding his mothers hips as he thrust his cock back and
forth, "Yeah? so what!"

"Then I threw Tasha out the back door, naked!" Diane laughed out
loud.  "She has to find the key to let herself back in!"

There was a knock at the front door.  Jack cursed as he looked
down on his mother who was bent over the back of the sofa with
her hands tied behind her back.  There came another knock at the
front door.  The teen picked up the TV remote and pressed the
`off' button and threw the remote back on the sofa.  Diane walked
upstairs still laughing.

"Ok, ok," he yelled.  Jack looked at his mother as he yanked his
cock from her ass.  "You stay right where you are momma, I'll be
right back," he chuckled as he slapped her ass.  Jack looked
through the peep hole in the door and saw a little white girl
standing there holding a bag in one hand and money in the other.
He quickly pulled up his jeans and tucked his cock away.

`Yes? Can I help you?" he asked as he opened the door.

"We want to hire one of your niggers," the girl simply stated.

Jack knew the girl from the neighborhood but didn't remember her
name, "Ah, ok, but who are you again?"

"I'm Bailey.  I live at the end of the street.  Haley Peet is my
mother?" the girl looked at Jack with impatients.

Jack looked at the money in Bailey's hand and licked his lips,
"Ah, which nigger would you like to hire and what would she be
doing exactly?"

"My mother, Mrs. Peet would like to hire your mother," the girl
said with air of smugness.

Jack turned red when the girl said that, "She maybe my mother but
she's still a nigger, so I would appreciate it that you would not
refer to her as my mother."

Bailey looked up at Jack and smiled, "Ok then, my mother would
like to hire your mature nigger for housework."

Jack narrowed his eyes at the girl, "What kind of housework?"

"Specifically, cleaning the bathrooms," Bailey said as she looked
around Jack to see Tasheka still bent over the sofa, her ass
exposed.

"How much are you offering?" Jack asked.

"Twenty dollars for two hours of work," Bailey said as she held
up the money.

Jack pointed at the bag, "What's in the bag?"

"Oh, this? It is a turd costume."

"What's a turd costume?"

The girl rolled her eyes as she looked at Jack, "It's a costume
that my mother wants your nigger to wear as she cleans our
bathrooms."

Jack rubbed his chin, "Well, if you want her to wear a costume
then it will be forty dollars."

"Forty dollars? No way! Twenty-five dollars," Bailey said as she
stepped back and looked around Jack again.  The girl could see
Tasheka looking at them.

"Thirty-five dollars," Jack said as he looked over his shoulder
at his mother.

"Thirty dollars and the nigger has to wear the costume from here
to our house," the girl said as she licked her lips.

"Deal! Hand me the costume and the money!" Jack said smiling.

The girl handed over the bag containing the costume then reached
into her front pocket of her denim jeans and pulled out a ten. 
She handed both bills to Jack.

"You wait out here," Jack said as he looked at the girl.  "She'll
be right out."

Bailey nodded her head as the front door closed.

"Mother, come here," Jack said as he pulled the costume out of
the bag.

Tasheka stood next to her son looking at the costume he was
holding, "I heard that you pimped me out to that Peet girl."

"That's right momma and you're gonna be a nice nigger lady and do
what she wants," Jack smiled as he handed the costume to his
mother.

Jack opened the front door, Bailey Peet was still standing there
with a look of impatients on her face.  Tasheka stepped out from
behind the door.  The girl laughed when she saw Tasheka.

The costume Tasheka was wearing was tapered above her head like a
turd would look like if you pinched it off with your anus.  Her
face was sticking out a hole just below the top of the costume. 
Her arms were poking through a hole on either side of the
costume.  There was a slit in front that displayed Tasheka's
shaved vagina and a slit in the back that would allow access to
her anus.  The costume was connected with a small button between
her vagina and her anus.  Then there was the smell, the fabric of
the costume let off the stink of a turd that had just been
plopped into the toilet.  Tasheka wrinkled her nose.

Bailey looked up at Tasheka.  She put her hands on her hips
saying, "You call me Miss Bailey and my momma Mrs. Peet.  You
understand nigger?"

"Yez'um Miss Bailey," Tasheka replied as she wrinkled her nose at
the smell of the costume.

"Good, walk behind me `cuz I don't want to smell your shit!" the
youngster laughed.

Tasheka looked at her son and rolled her eyes.  Jack smiled at
her and said, "Have fun!" as he waved the thirty dollars at this
mother.

As Tasheka walked across her yard and onto the sidewalk the
neighborhood kids came running over.  The they were laughing,
pointing and holding their hands to their mouths as Tasheka
walked by.

"Eww! It's a black turd!" laughed a boy.

"No its not, it's a walking black turd!" a blonde hair girl
laughed.

Tasheka was embarrassed.  The top part of the costume enclosed
around her face so that only her eyes, nose and mouth were
showing.

"Mrs. Roberts, are you a black turd? Coz you sure look like one!"
another girl said.

Tasheka realized really quickly that the neighborhood didn't know
about her real name.

Ruth Medford her neighbor two houses down walked across her yard
just as Tasheka, Bailey, and a handful of kids passed by on the
sidewalk.

"Hello, Ann, somebody shit on you today?" Ruth laughed out loud
at her own joke.

Two boys stopped and looked at Ruth, "Hi Mrs. Medford, can you
come out play with us later today?" the taller of the two boys
asked as he rubbed the crotch of denim pants.

Ruth stopped laughing, looked at the boys then hurried back into
her house.

One of the girls tagging along beside Tasheka asked Bailey,
"Where are you taking the nigger lady?"

Bailey smiled proudly, puffed out her flat chest and replied, "My
mother paid thirty dollars for this nigger to clean our
bathroom!"

"Oh! Can we watch?" the girl asked hopefully.

"I don't think so.  My mother says that we don't share our
niggers with anyone!"

"My dad says that we are going to rent a nigger this payday.  He
says that nigger women can suck better cock than a white woman,"
a boy said as he kept pace with Bailey.

"What's your mom say about that?" Bailey asked looking at the
boy.

"That's the strange part.   My mom is going to prove that she can
suck better cock than a nigger," the boy replied.

"Eww! Why would your mom suck your father's cock if he has nigger
woman to do it for him?" asked a girl who was walking behind the
boy.

Bailey and Tasheka walked up to the girl's front door.  The
neighborhood kids stopped and gathered on the front lawn looking
at them.  Bailey opened the front door and Tasheka took a deep
breath and walked into her neighbor's house.

Tasheka was kneeling next to the toilet looking down at the
yellow water and one turd floating on the bowl.  Mrs. Peet had
crapped in the toilet as Tasheka watched.  Then she gently wiped
Mrs. Peet's rear end with a tissue.  Instead of putting the used
tissue in the toilet bowl Mrs. Peet had Tasheka put the tissue in
a plastic baggie.  Mrs. Peet wanted to preserve the freshness of
the tissue the next Tasheka came over.

Little Bailey Peet had Tasheka lay down in the bathtub as she
stood on the rim of the bathtub with her dress pulled up to her
waist.  Tasheka laid there as the young white girl peed on her
face.

Tasheka was still kneeling next to the toilet when Mr. Peet came
walking into master bedroom bath scratching his crotch and
yawning.  He had just woken from his nap.

"Honey," he yelled over his shoulder, "There is a nigger turd in
our bathroom and it stinks!"  He looked at Tasheka who averted
her eyes in embarrassment.

"I know honey," came back the reply from Mrs. Peet who was down
the hallway, "The nigger is here to clean our toilets."

"Oh," Mr. Peet said but only loud enough that Tasheka could hear
him.  He pulled his semi-hard cock from his boxer shorts and
looked at Tasheka.  "Well, grab hold of my cock and help me pee!"


 "Yes, suh!" Tasheka replied as she reached up and took hold of
the man's penis.

"Aim it at the toilet water!" Mr. Peet ordered.

Tasheka aimed the man's penis down at the toilet bowl as he let
out his urine stream.  Mr. Peet put hands on his hips and watched
as Tasheka urinated him.  As his stream of pee lessened Mr. Peet
smiled to himself.  As he finished and Tasheka gave his penis a
couple of shakes Mr. Peet let out a final short burst of urine
that landed on the toilet bowl rim.

Mr. Peet was smiling down at Tasheka as she looked up at him with
a horrified look on her face.  "Lick it up nigger!" Mr. Peet
said.

Tasheka leaned over the toilet bowl rim, stuck out her tongue and
licked up the pee drops.  As she did so Mr. Peet stepped back a
little, opened the medicine cabinet and took out a condom
package.  As Tasheka finished licking the rim of the toilet bowl
he tossed the condom package to her.

"Take it out and put it on me, nigger turd!" He said smiling down
at Tasheka.  Tasheka averted her eyes as she tore open the small
package.  She had never put a condom on a penis before but she
quickly got the idea.  She slid the condom over Mr. Peet's cock
which was hard by now.

Mr. Peet's back was facing the bathroom door when said, "Move
your black ass over here," he said as she stepped back and
pointed in front of him.  Tasheka scooted around the toilet bowl,
turned so that her rear end was presented to Mr. Peet.

Mr. Peet kneeled behind Tasheka then cleared his mouth of saliva
and spit on Tasheka's asshole.  He lined up condom covered cock
and said, "If you're a nigger turd then stick that ugly black
face of yours in the toilet bowl!"

"Yes suh!" Tasheka replied as she tried to put her head into the
toilet bowl but the top part of her turd costume wouldn't fit
into the bowl.  Her face was several inches above the toilet bowl
pee smelling water and the turd that was floating inside it.

Mr. Peet looking down at the back of Tasheka's head as she
struggled to her face into the toilet bowl, growled, "God damn
it!" as he leaned over and pushed the top part of the costume
under the toilet bowl rim.

Tasheka's face plunged into the pee filled toilet bowl.  As her
face came out of the water the turd was drawn to the middle of
the bowl.  Just as Tasheka's nose cleared the water the turd came
across her nostrils leaving a thin film of shit across her nose.


"That's better!" Mr. Peet smiled as he pushed his cock past her
sphincter muscle.

Tasheka grunted as Mr. Peet pushed his condom covered cock into
her rectum.  The man started pushing back and forth causing
Tasheka's face to skim the polluted toilet water.  The turd kept
rubbing around her face in the swirl of water.

Just then Tasheka heard a girl's voice cry out, "Mommy! Daddy is
fucking the black turd in the bathroom!"

Tasheka heard the mother say a minute later, "God damn it Rob! I
hope your using a God damn condom! Don't expect to fuck me
tonight if you not! Fuck, now we have to pay her extra!"  Tasheka
could tell Mrs. Haley Peet was pissed.

Bailey Peet stated the obvious, "Daddy, Mommy is cursing!"

"Yes I know honey.  You and I will deal with her later!" Rob Peet
said to his daughter.

"Wait, I'm sorry!" Mrs. Peet said as she looked from her husband
to her daughter.  "I didn't mean it, Rob, I'm sorry."

Mr. Peet looked over his shoulder at his young daughter and
nodded his head.  Bailey Peet said to her mother, "Come Mother,
we will deal with you later like daddy said!"

Tasheka could hear Mrs. Peet crying as she and her daughter left
the bathroom.

Just then Mr. Peet pushed his cock all the way up Tasheka's
rectum.  She could feel his belly on her ass cheeks. Tasheka
could feel Mr. Peet's jizm shooting inside the condom.  She was
at least happy that the mess would be contained.

As Mr. Peet finished cumming he yanked his cock out of her ass. 
He stood up stretching his legs and looking at his deflating cock
with the tip heavy with jizm.

Tasheka pulled her head out of the toilet bowl and turned around
looking up at Mr. Peet.

He smiled down at her, "Take off the condom and lick my cock
clean."

Tasheka carefully slid the condom off Mr. Peet's cock and then
holding the condom with her left hand she took of his cock with
her right hand.  She moved her mouth over his cock, moving her
head back and forth.  Mr. Peet stood there with his hands on his
hips smiling down at her.

After a minute of licking and sucking the man's cock Mr. Peet
said "enough!"  Tasheka sat back on her heels and looked up at
the man.

"Now, take some pee pee toilet water and put it in the condom and
shake the condom." Mr. Peet ordered as he pulled his boxer shorts
back up.

Tasheka dipped her hand in the toilet water, scooping up some pee
smelling water and carefully poured it from her hand into the
condom.  Then she pinched off the top of the condom and shook it
around.  Tasheka then looked up at Mr. Peet.

"Now, put the open end of the condom in your nigger mouth and
pour it in, make sure you squeeze the condom from the bottom
making sure your get all my jizm and the toilet water."

Tasheka almost gagged as she poured the contents into her mouth.


Mr. Peet said that Tasheka could go now.  As she stood up in the
bathroom and stretched her legs Mr. Peet walked off down the
hallway.  As she entered the hallway Mr. Peet came out the master
bedroom and handed Tasheka an extra twenty-five dollars.

"That should take care of my activities today?" Mr. Peet smiled.

"Yez'um suh! Dat it does!" Tasheka replied bobbing her head up
and down as she walked down the hallway.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs she looked to her left
into the family room.  Mrs. Haley Peet was there sitting on a saw
horse, a ball gag in her mouth and her hands handcuffed behind
her back.  The saw horse was high enough that her feet weren't
touching the ground so she was trying her best to balance her
body.  Tasheka noticed that Mrs. Peet was also naked from the
waist down.

The daughter, Bailey Peet, was laying on the floor with her chin
in her hands as she watched cartoons on TV.

*

On her way home Tasheka decided to walk around the block instead
walking directly back to her house.  The kids on her street were
playing along the sidewalk and she didn't feel like being
molested anymore than what she was.

As Tasheka turned the corner of the street behind her house she
saw a little white girl and a little black boy three houses down
on the right.

As Tasheka came closer to the yard both the white girl and the
black boy looked at her.  Both kids started to laugh as Tasheka
came up even the kids.

"What are you supposed to be?" asked the blonde, blue eyed, white
girl.  The girl was wearing a white frilly dress that came to her
knees.  There was pink ribbon about five inches wide tied around
her waist and she was wearing white lacy socks with black shiny
shoes.

Tasheka a little embarrassed replied, "Eyes a black turd, Miz."

It was then that Tasheka noticed the white girl was holding a
leash that was attached to a dog collar that was secured around
the black boy's neck.

The girl noticed what Tasheka was looking at and said, "This is
Tyrone.  His name used to be Jimmy and he was my best friend.  He
lives across the street," the girl pointed at the house.  "But
now I play with him like he is a doggie," the girl giggled and so
did the boy.  Both Tasheka and the white girl looked at Tyrone's
penis which was jutting straight out.

The black boy was wearing a short sleeve blue button down shirt
that reach his waist.  He didn't have underwear or pants on but
was wearing white socks and sneakers.

"Play Miz?" Tasheka asked a little confused.

"Yes.  My mother pays his whoring momma fifteen dollars for three
hours of playtime.  I can do whatever I want with him, can't I
Tyrone?"

The black boy standing next the girl smiled and barked twice.

Tasheka gulped as she slowly continued her walk home.  The girl
looked at Tyrone and said, "On your hands and knees doggie.  It
is time to milk you again," the girl smiled then she looked at
Tasheka as Tyrone got on his hands and knees.  "Everybody knows
that jizm from blackies is good for the complexion."

Tasheka watched as the girl squatted next to Tyrone.  She
produced a small plastic cup from the pocket of her dress.  The
girl grabbed Tyrone's cock and put the end of it in the cup and
proceeded to rub up and down on the boy's cock.

*

Tasha left the house wearing six inch spiked gray heels, white
thigh stockings that came just above her knees, a short denim
mini skirt and a form fitting pink t-shirt that proclaimed
`ATTORNEY' across the front.  Her hair was done in pigtails and
she had bright red lipstick on.  The outfit screamed "WHORE" to
anybody who saw her.

Tasha walked into the lobby of the building where she worked. 
The law firm of White and White was on the fourth floor.

As she walked up to the elevator she noticed a sign off to the
side of the elevator doors.  It read, `Dogs and Niggers allowed
on the elevator if properly leashed and collared.'  Tasha turned
beet red.  There was a little arrow pointing to her right under
the words on the sign.  There on the wall hung the leash and
collar.

Tasha stood there uncertain as to what to do.  Nobody else was in
the lobby yet.  She looked over at the sign that read, `Stairs'
but thought that was too many flights to walk up in her spiked
heels.  What if she put the dog collar around her neck then
attached the leash to it?  Just then three women came walking
into the lobby laughing and giggling.  They stopped laughing and
giggling when they saw Tasha and what she was wearing.


"No self-respecting woman would wear an outfit like that!" one of
the women said as she looked Tasha up and down.

"She isn't a self-respecting woman, she's a fucking nigger
wanting a ride on the elevator!" the second one said.

Tasha heart skipped a beat and her breathing increased.  She was
very nervous watching these three women advance on her.

"Do you want a ride on the elevator, nigger?" smiled the first
woman as she looked Tasha up and down.

"Yes'em Miss." Tasha replied as she looked down at the floor.

Two of the women giggled at Tasha's discomfort.  The woman said,
"Then say it properly nigger.  Ask us nicely for a ride on the
elevator!"

Tasha thought about for a moment wondering what the woman wanted.
 Then it came to her.  ""This stupit nigger would likes a ride
wit yous nice white ladies on da elevator," Tasha said in her
best black talk to the three white women.


The three white laughed at Tasha.  "Well then," the third woman
said as she retrieved the dog collar and leash from the hook on
the wall, "let's give the blackie a ride on the elevator."  She
handed the collar and leash to Tasha, "Put this one on quashie."

The two women giggled when the third said that.  Tasha turned red
as she attached the collar and then clipped the leash to it.  The
woman who had called Tasha a "Quashie" pressed the elevator
button.  The doors opened.  Tasha handed the leash to the woman
who had handed her the collar and leash.  She turned and walked
into the elevator, Tasha followed her.

The woman turned around and gave Tasha a mean look, then said,
"You really are fucking stupid for a Thicklips.  Get on your
fucking hands and knees!"

Tasha almost had tears in her eyes but she got on her hands and
knees as the woman tugged the leash behind.  Tasha tried her best
to keep up but she had her small purse.  The tip of her six inch
heels she was wearing were scrapping the floor as she crawled. 
The two women already in the elevator made room for Tasha.

Tasha was on her hands and knees between the women, her pussy was
wet, `No, it was soaked,' thought Tasha.

"What floor nigger?" the woman holding the leash asked as she
looked down on Tasha.

Tasha replied without looking up, "Dis coon needs da fourth
floor, Miss."

The three women laughed when Tasha said that.  "Now there's a
crow who knows her place!" the one holding her leash laughed.

The other asked, "What do you call a woman who has lost
ninety-five percent of her intelligence?"

The two other women shrugged in their shoulders.

"A nigger!" replied the lady and all three women laughed.

The elevator dinged as it reached the fourth floor.  The door
opened and Tasha followed the woman out of the elevator.

"Stand up nigger," the woman ordered.

Tasha stood up brushing the palms of her hands on her short
skirt.  The woman let the leash drop.  "My name is Jillian,
nigger.  When you want a ride back down the elevator call me at
4357, my office is on the third floor."  Jillian reached up and
pinched Tasha's left nipple which was poking out her form fitting
pink t-shirt.

Tasha took off the dog collar and leash as the elevator doors
closed and hung the things next to the elevator door.  She took a
deep breath and walked towards the law office of White and White
where she worked.

"So monkey," asked Sandy the bimbo receptionist.  "Are you going
to to work for us?" she smiled.

Tasha didn't say anything as she walked past the desk.  Sandy got
out from behind the desk and quickly followed Tasha.  The female
attorney's stood up from the cubicles and watched as Tasha turned
the corner and headed towards Mandy's office.  A couple of the
women fell in behind Sandy who was trailing Tasha by about ten
feet.

Tasha walked into Mandy's outer office and went directly to the
wall.  She stood in front of the paper sign that was taped on the
wall, "All Monkey's Stand Here Facing the Wall".

Paula, Mandy's receptionist got up from behind her desk and
shooed away the other women.  She came up behind Tasha and put
her left hand on Tasha's left breast and squeezed, "Very good
little nigger girl.  I am glad that you can follow orders!" she
whispered in Tasha's ear.

"Yez'um Miss Paula," Tasha replied, "Eyes tries to be good little
nigga girl for yous all."

The buzzer on Paula's desk came alive, "Is the nigger here?"
asked Mandy.

Paula walked back to her desk and pushed the buzzer, "Yes, Mandy,
the little nigger girl is here."

"Send her in then."

Tasha walked into Mandy's office heading to one of the chairs in
front of her desk.  She was about to sit down when Mandy said,
"Nigger monkey's stand, they don't sit in my office."

"Yez'um, Miss Mandy!" Tasha said with slight embarrassment.  She
figured something like this would happen.

Mandy sat there looking Tasha up and down.  She took in how Tasha
was dressed, "So who dressed you?"

Tasha lowered her eyes and stared at the floor, "Eyes dit Miss
Mandy!"

"Very good! I am impressed Tasha that you think so highly of this
law office to dress that way," her boss smiled at her.

Tasha smiled weakly at Mandy and nodded her head.  Inside she was
excited that she had made the right choice of clothes to present
herself to the office.

"So have you decided?" Mandy asked still looking at Tasha.

"Yez'um, Miss."

"Well, don't keep me waiting!" Mandy smiled.  Tasha could tell
that Mandy was eager to sexually abuse her.

"I have decided yes, Miss Mandy," Tasha replied as she stood
straight.

"Very good," Mandy said excitedly as she pushed a piece of paper
towards her.  "Sign here first, this is the contract."

Tasha leaned over the desk taking the pen offered by Mandy.  She
quickly scanned the document and nodded her head.  It basically
said that Tasha was to act like a monkey while in the office,
that her body could be sold to clients during business hours to
help close business deals, half of the money paid by the clients
for the use of her body she could keep.  She was to tend to the
sexual needs of the other female attorney's while at the office.
If there was an office party, Tasha had to recruit other like
minded niggers to be sexual playthings during the party.

Tasha signed at the bottom of the document.  Mandy pulled the
paper towards her and then opened a draw of the desk and pulled
out two stacks of bills.  Mandy pushed the money towards Tasha.

"As agreed, here is the money.  You work for us for one year from
today's date.  Any questions?"

"No Miss Mandy," Tasha said as she picked up the two stacks of
money.

"Oh, one other thing," Mandy said as she reached into her top
drawer.  "Here, take this booklet and read it in your bathroom
office.  This is what is expected of you when you play the part
of the monkey."

Tasha nodded her head, placed the booklet on top of the cash and
walked out of Mandy's office.  As she walked down the hallway of
the office cheers and applause broke out.

*

Tasheka stood naked in the lecture hall.  To her left was Claire
Reems, the Physiology professor.  Today's lecture was about Black
Physiology and Tasheka was one of the "teaching aids".  The
lecture was packed with students.  Where ever blacks were used at
teaching aids the classrooms were full.  Most were whispering to
each other, some were pointing down at Tasheka as she stood there
with her hands at her sides.

 "Whites and niggers, when matched for obvious variables, are
virtually identical in average height, however, the physique and
body proportions of niggers are much different," professor Reems
said as she picked up her wooden pointer.   The professor snapped
her fingers.  A door on the side of the lecture hall opened and
in walked a muscular teenage black male, totally nude.  The black
teen walked up and stood next to Tasheka.

 "Blacks have shorter torsos, broader shoulders, smaller
ribcages, narrower hips, and in the male longer phalluses such as
you would find on male Bonobo monkeys".  She pointed to each area
on Tasheka's body then the flaccid cock of the black teen
standing next to Tasheka.   "Random samples of blacks and whites
appear to be about the same weight on average, but blacks have on
average less body fat, particularly on their phalluses.  It
follows that blacks have a greater fat free body mass than
whites."

This was cutting edge stuff to the white students in the lecture
hall.  A white professor advocating that the niggers might have a
sexual advantage over the whites based their physiology.

The professor continued, "The smaller ribcage and narrower pelvis
on both male and female," pointing to Tasheka and the teen
standing next to her,  "would indicate less viscera weight and
indeed, all blacks have been found to have substantially more
total body musculature and denser, heavier bones like monkeys,"
Professor Reems used her pointer on Tasheka and black male. "This
greater musculature is also distributed differently.  Black males
show considerably more musculature in their ass muscles and
thighs than white males, which gives them a substantial advantage
in forward and backward locomotion when fucking a black female."

The professor snapped her fingers again and the same door opened.
 The students in the lecture hall gasped as two white males
emerged from the doorway pushing a platform that had a black male
and young black female on it.  Tasheka looked over her shoulder.
She was shocked to see the young girl she knew as Precious on the
platform.  Precious was eight years old on her hands and knees
with a cushion under her torso.  Behind her was her father,
TyJeezey, his hands handcuffed behind his back as pumped his
eight year old daughter with his twelve inch cock.  Tasheka could
see his ass muscles and thighs ripple with each thrust into his
daughter.  Precious had been instructed by Professor Reems to be
quiet during the demonstration.  The professor had emphasized
that darkies must be seen and not heard.  The next platform that
came was had a young black boy and black adult female.  The boy
was ten year old FroQuinzy and the adult female was his mother,
Imani.  FroQuinzy was standing in front of his mother with his
eight inch cock sticking straight out.  Imani was on her hands
and knees with her mouth engulfing the tip of her son's cock. 
FroQuinzy had a smile on his face as he looked at his father on
the platform next to him.

Tasheka knew that Imani would have never agreed to this unless
the money was good.  They had a struggling business just down the
street from the college that sold books to students.  Nobody was
interested in books anymore so TyJeezey wanted to change over to
sexual aids and potions.  When Professor Reems walked into the
store the other day, she made an offer TyJeezey couldn't refuse.


"Naturally with higher than average testosterone levels and a
greater number of testosterone receptors which contribute to the
leaner more heavily muscled penis of black males compared to
white males," Professor Reems used her pointer to lift the penis
of the black male standing next to Tasheka.  The penis was ten
inches long in a semi-hard state.  The white girls in lecture
giggled as Professor Reems smiled at the male.  She couldn't wait
to have this blackie on his hands and knees in her office, his
cock hanging down almost to the floor, she sitting on a milking
stool beside him as she milked his jizm into a glass vile.  Later
she and other female professors would rub it onto their faces and
body like a body lotion.

Professor Reems walked over to the two platforms, "The above
average physiological differences in penis length and girth give
black males a substantial advantage in sex," she used her pointer
to indicated FroQuinzy's cock and TyJeezey's cock.  "The narrower
hips on the black male indicate that the forward and backward
force is applied closer to the center of the male penis, leading
to greater biomechanical efficiency by putting a greater portion
of the force generated into forward and backward locomotion and
causing less energy to be wasted as he fucks the bitch beneath
him." Professor Reems smiled.

The lecture hall watched as TyJeezey pushed his cock as far as it
would go into his eight year old daughter Precious.  The girl
gritted her teeth as her father's cock hit up against her cervix.
 FroQuinzy pushed his cock all the way into his mother's mouth,
her nose touching his belly.

Professor Reems continued, "The longer cock of the blackie
provides a greater reach into the bitch beneath him," she used
her pointer to draw the attention of the students to TyJeezey's
cock.  The boy had his hands clasped behind his back as looked
down on his mother gagging a little on his cock.

"As we watch this father fuck his daughter for our class
demonstration we notice that a black male's muscle and tendon
physiology also contribute to their sexual virility.  It is well
publicized that blacks have a higher percentage of fast twitch
penis fibers and higher levels of glycotic and phosphogenic
enzyme activity levels, which would provide an advantage in
explosive, short-duration phallus exertions like what we are
witnessing here on these platforms.  Additionally, niggers have
comparatively long tendons and short muscle bellies compared to
the total muscle-tendon length in whites."

Professor Reems walked over and stood next to TyJeezey, "When
doing repetitive movements like fucking, the muscle and tendon of
the opposing muscle group to contracting muscles are stretched. 
This stores energy like an elastic band, which is then added to
the backstroke as the opposing muscles contract back.  A nigger's
longer phallus would give them comparatively greater energy
storage and retransfer while fucking, causing them to spend less
energy and be more efficient when fucking a black bitch such as
this eight year old."

Tasheka had gotten dressed after the lecture hall demonstration.
She was thankful that she just had to stand there nude in front
of the students and not perform any sexual deed.  As she stepped
into the crowded hallway she noticed down the hall to the right
two black male teens.  Tasheka knew them to be tough guys always
intimidating the neighborhood with their swagger and talk.  Now
here they were with their arms over their heads, their wrists
secured to a hook in the ceiling.  The boys had their baggy
denims down around their ankles as a group of white girls tickled
them with feather dusters.  The penises of the two black boys
were sticking straight out and were dripping pre-cum.

Out of the classroom door in front of Tasheka came a white
student holding a leash.  Behind him came five young looking
black children on their hands and knees.  As soon as the kids got
into the hallway they started barking and yapping like dogs.  The
white student stopped to talk a girl and the five black kids
mingled around his ankles constantly barking.

Tasheka gulped as the kids smiled up at her.  She quickly walked
down the hallway.  Tasheka was propositioned several times on her
way the boom closet that was her office.

"Hi, Miss Tasheka!" Mammy smiled as she gathered her cleaning
supplies.

"Hi Mammy," replied Tasheka as she squeezed past Mammy and sat
down at her small desk.

"Yous knows Mr. Harry be lookin for ya?" Mammy smiled.

Harry Sims, the Dean of the College, her former boss or maybe he
was still her boss.  "Thanks Mammy," Tasheka said as she gathered
herself and headed out into the hallway.

Tasheka walked in the outer office of the Dean.  The teenage girl
was sitting behind a desk that wall all glass, even the draws. 
Tasheka could see all the office stuff, files and papers in the
desk.  Under the desk was a black teen on his hands and knees. 
Tasheka knew the boy's name was Jamal and was a street tough. 
She had heard a rumor that Jamal wasn't going to sell out to the
white people like of blacks did.  The girl sat there with a big
grin on her face, she was holding a leash as the teen crouch
under the desk.

"Oh, hi, Tasheka! Mr. Sims says to go right on in," she smiled as
she yanked on Jamal's leash.

Tasheka looked back at Jamal who averted his eyes.  Tasheka
opened the door and walked into Harry's office.

"Yous wanted to see me, Mr. Harry?" Tasheka said as she closed
the door.  As two big male dogs and two black women on their
hands and knees and dressed out as dogs came bounding over to
her.  The male dogs were trying to sniff Tasheka's crotch and
rear end and the two black women were trying to copy to the male
dogs.  Tasheka looked down at the two black women and realized
they were Garrika and Clover.  Both women had slimmed down since
the last time Tasheka had seen them, they were wearing gloved
paws on their hands and knees and had a dog hood on that made
them looked a Pincher.

"Sit!" commanded the white woman sitting on the couch.

The two male dogs quickly came back to the woman and sit down and
Garrika and Clover did the same thing.  It was then that Tasheka
realized that Garrika had matching dog collar with the dog she
was next too and so did Clover.  Tasheka gulped.

"Yes, come in Tasheka, you remember Mrs. Cabot?" Harry waved his
hand at the lady sitting on the couch.  She was wearing her wide
brim hat and pink floral sun dress.

"Yez'um, Hi Miss Cabot!" Tasheka nodded her head.

"I wanted you here today Tasheka because Carol has an idea that
she needs your help with."

Mrs. Cabot was stroking the neck of Garrika who was sitting
closet to her.  "The White Redeemer church is thinking about
bringing in the plantation era of several hundred years ago."

"Miss?" Tasheka asked confused.

"The church wants to have a party celebrating the plantation era.
 The theme would be little white girls as mistresses at the
nigger market picking and choosing the darkies for sexual
humiliation.  We also want niggers to give a tour of our
plantation for the white people."

"Yez'um Miss, sounds like a good idea.  But why me?" Tasheka
nodded her head wondering why she was here.

Harry stepped forward unzipping his pants, "The church wants you
to recruit from the black community for this plantation.  The
money will be good of course."

"Yez'um," Tasheka replied as she looked at her former boss pull
his penis from his pants.  Harry pushed a button on his desk. 
From a side door in his office came eight year old Leasha and
seven year old Lettie, Mammy's nieces.  Both little black girls
were wearing pink t-shirts and pink underwear with pink lacy
socks and no shoes.  The t-shirt the girls were wearing said,
"Happy Little Pickaninnies".  The bright pink outfits contrasted
with their black skin.  Both girls ran up to Harry and quickly
started kissing and licking his cock.

"Harry, you're such asshole," Mrs. Cabot smiled as she looked at
Tasheka. "Be at our church next Sunday at one so that you can get
more information."

Yez'um, Miss Cabot," Tasheka nodded her head.

"That's all Tasheka, be a good little nigger and run along!"
Harry smiled as he looked down at the two black girls licking his
cock.

Mrs. Cabot said, "Play!" and Tasheka turned to see Garrika and
Clover get on their hands and knees.  The two male dogs started
sniffing around their crotches.  She could see the slim pink
doggie cock slipping from its sheath.

Tasheka quickly turned and left the office.

*

Tasha sat in the women's restroom in her "office" stall and
looked at the book that Mandy had given her.

"The Little White Girl's Booklet for Training a Pet Bonobo
Monkey"

She turned to the first page:

Congratulations! Your parents have either bought you a nigger
Bonobo monkey or have rented you a Bonobo monkey for the day. 
These Bonobo's, whether male or female, can offer the little girl
and her friend's hours of enjoyment if the Bonobo is properly
trained.  Keep this booklet with you at all times.  Refer to it
when you have a question about certain training techniques.

Tasha got wet between legs when she remembered play acting like a
monkey in Judge Kwanza's chambers last week.  Tasha read on.

Purchase a collar or leash made of nylon rather than leather. 
Nylon is less likely to cut into your Bonobo's skin. Nylon is
also more resistant to shrinkage when your male or female Bonobo
takes a piss that might wet the leash.

Allow your nigger Bonobo to run around with its leash dragging
behind it when it is out of its cage.  This will help your pet
monkey get used to wearing a leash and collar.  Just as dogs must
get used to wearing a collar and leash, your nigger must also get
used to wearing a collar and leash.

Tell your family and friends to give the nigger monkey plenty of
room.  Monkeys are naturally suspicious.  They may become upset
when approached by white people they do not yet know.  A nigger
monkey may screech and jump around its cage and may do physical
harm to itself if white people they do not know come to close to
its cage.

Attach your monkey's collar and leash before you remove it from
its cage.  This should help suppress the nigger's desire to dart
out of the cage door every time you open it.

Little white girls should keep a steady hand when offering their
new monkey food. Sudden jerky movements can startle the nigger
Bonobo and slow the taming process.

Always coax a frightened nigger Bonobo out of its cage by
offering a piece of food.  Take your time and allow the monkey to
come to you.  This will help build a rapport between you.  Close
the door and try later if the Bonobo doesn't approach you in
about 15 minutes.

Walk your nigger Bonobo around the yard nude with its leash
several times each day.  This helps the monkey grow accustomed to
the leash, being outside of the cage, and being nude in public.

Little girls should soothe a skittish Bonobo by sitting next to
it and speaking quietly to it in a baby voice.  This will help
train the nigger Bonobo to understand that you are a source of
comfort when it is out of its cage.

Use a piece of food to entice your pet monkey back into its cage
after the first time it has been outside the cage. This helps
train your pet that the cage is its home.  That the cage is where
all good nigger Bonobo's belong.

Stay calm when your new monkey first bites you. Do not snatch
back your hand, as this can further scare an already upset nigger
monkey.  Grasp the monkey by its neck.  Then lead the monkey back
in its cage.  As you taking the monkey back to its cage be sure
to have a rolled up newspaper.  Swat the bad nigger on the ass or
on its nose.

Tasha put the book down and looked at the bathroom stall door. 
If this is what the office wanted for their five thousand dollars
then this is what Tasha would give them.  She looked at the title
of the second book.

How to Teach a Pet Nigger Monkey's Tricks:

From the days of the organ grinders, niggers have been trained to
do tricks.  Pet nigger monkeys are at least intelligent and
capable of being good companions to little white girls and boys
if tamed and trained properly.  But, like their ancestors the
Bonobo, they are still wild animals, and special care is needed
to make sure the relationship works for both the white child and
nigger monkey.

Tasha put the book down for a moment and stared at the stall
door.  She had tears in her eyes as she read the book.  This book
would have been considered offensive between the years of Jim
Crow and the Ukeme Brown laws.  Something like this would have
never been published.  Tasha shook her head and opened the book
again.

Unless you are experienced with monkeys, ask for help from your
parents on how to deal with specific situations.  An exotic black
animal like a pet monkey is not like a dog or cat, so you must be
sure you are doing the right thing from the moment your parents
rent or acquire the primate the white owned pet store.

As with all Bonobo monkeys, you do not have to wait until the
monkey is an adult to trick train it.   All black primates are at
least intelligent enough to grasp the idea that they are being
trained.

Start simple with simple tricks.  Begin with easy tricks before
working up to ones which are more complicated and would require a
little more intelligence on the part of the nigger.

Make certain the pet nigger monkey knows exactly what you want
her to do.  Use the same command each time, and teach only 1
trick at a time.  Let her master a trick before moving on to the
next one.

Be sure to reward with a treat, all nigger primates enjoy treats.
 Use a special treat your pet monkey loves as the reward for
doing a trick.  The veterinarian paper work that comes with your
monkey should list the treats she likes.  Hide the treat and
withhold it until she does the trick.

Like all darkies, repetition is the key for nigger monkeys.  Go
over the trick again and again until the pet monkey associates
your command with the action you want her to perform.

Take short breaks.  Many white girls find training works best
when done for 15 minutes several times a day, rather than 1 long
session.  Otherwise the pet nigger monkey and you are likely to
get bored.

Tasha put both books, wiped her tears and walked out of the
bathroom.  She noticed a handful of workers installing hooks in
the ceiling in the middle of the office.  Over to one side lay
piles of metal bars some of the metal bars were curved at the
top.  A handful of women sitting in their cubicles looked at
Tasha and smiled.  Tasha quickly departed the office leaving the
monkey sounds the women were making behind her.

Tasha stopped at the elevator and looked at the leash and collar
again.  She decided to take the stairs.  Out on the street she
headed towards the mall.  She walked towards Jada's clothing and
accessory store.  Jada was friend of hers from her college days.
She found it more profitable to be a clothing store owner than an
attorney like Tasha.

Tasha stopped short of the store.  There were a line of white
people patiently lined up outside the store.  She noticed a sign
in the window that announced that nooses where half price.

"Since when did Jada start selling things that were outlawed?"
Tasha asked herself.

Tasha walked to the front of the line and one of the white people
standing not too far away yelled out, "Hey let the nigger
through.  Maybe she can hurry things along in the store!"

Tasha squeezed past an overweight white lady who licked at Tasha.
 Inside the store it was very crowded.  Kids were running around.
 The sales help were assisting customers.  Jada herself was
showing off several different kinds of nooses to prospective
buyers.

Along the back wall of the store was a low to ground table with
five naked little black kids standing on it, three little boys
and two girls.  The little boys penises where sticking straight
out while the two little black girls were wet between their legs.
 The black kids had nooses around their necks.  Standing in front
of the table were white kids and their parents.  Off to the left
was a black woman who had her hand on a lever.  She was
explaining the virtues of the hanging drop table.

"Yez'um yous all, dis here table will support five full grown
nigga's or little nigga children like dees," the black saleswoman
pointed at the kids.  "We call dis our lynching table which is
specifically designed for nigga's of all ages."

Some of the white people standing in front of the lynching table
nodded their heads and whispered amongst themselves.

"Da first ten buyers of our lynching table will receive free dees
five feather dusters and five riding crops.  Yous could beat the
nigga's your lynching, just don't break the skin though, or
tickle dem and watch em poop and pee on the grounds as they laugh
and struggle wit da noose," smiled the black sales woman.

All of a sudden the black sales woman pulled the lever and the
table top drop out from underneath the black kids.  The drop
wasn't that far so the fragile necks of the black kids didn't
break.  But the five kids did struggle against the noose to the
great delight of the white people watching.  The black woman took
the feather duster in her left hand and tickled the penis of one
of the struggling black boys and a riding crop in her right hand
and started beating one of the black girls across her flat chest.


Tasha turned away as the five kids were lowered to the ground. 
She walked over to a wading pool and looked over the shoulder of
a white woman standing in front.  The wading pool smelled of pee
and shit.  Inside the small wading pool were floating turds and
three black newborn babies that were strapped to flotation
devices.

From over her right shoulder came the sound of Jada's voice,
"Yep, dems real pieces of shit, even da babies.  Had to convince
their momma's to `cept twenty dolla for dem for da day."

As Tasha and Jada stood watching the wading pool a little white
boy stepped up to the side of the wading pool, pulled down his
zipper, pulled out his little penis and proceeded to urinate into
the pool.  The boy moved his yellow stream back and forth across
the pool then aimed his urine stream at one of the black babies
peeing all over it.  The black baby made funny faces as it tried
to keep the boy's urine out of its mouth and when it couldn't
keep up the baby started to cry.  The white boy laughed as did
several other kids and parents who were standing around the pool.


Jada stepped forward, "Sees, everybody, this wading pool is
designed just for nigger turds to play in.  For just five dollars
yous buy dis pool, rent some nigga's an poop an pee on dem."

Tasha looked at her friend and asked, "Jada how could you?"

"Talk black sista," Jada smiled as she took Tasha by the arm and
walked away from the pool.

"How could yous humiliate our race like dis," Tasha whispered to
her friend.

"It be easy, girl, da white folk pay goot money to humiliate a
darkie," Jada smiled at her friend.  "Sides, I hear rumor dat da
Board of Elders wants new sex laws with the darkies."

Tasha gulped, `new laws? Now what' she thought.

"So whats can I get the nigga lawyer?" Jada said out loud as
Tasha looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

Tasha noticed some white giggling and pointing in her direction.
Tasha quickly looked around the store and pointed to the bonobo
monkey masks hanging on the wall.

Tasha pointed at the masks, "Eyes needs two of dems."

Jada looked to where Tasha had pointed and laughed, "So yous
gonna be a monkey for some white folk? And yous given me a hard
time wit da wading pool?"

Tasha turned beet red and looked down at the floor, "Yez'um, eyes
be a nigga Bonobo!"

"Good girl!" Jada smiled as she handed Tasha the two masks.

Tasha left the store with her purchase.  She decided to walk to
the Young Girl club and purchase a room for her and her mother
with the money she was paid by her law office that she used to
work in.

Tasha walked up to the entrance of the Young Girl.  It wasn't
open yet but she went in the front door.  The memories of her
Friday night came flooding back to her.  She remembered how her
little sister took her virginity.  Then later Diane's two
horrible friends fucked pussy and ass at the same time with their
strap-ons, a sandwich they had called it.  Afterwards, the Snyder
twins made her knee at the table, a dog collar and leash attached
to her neck as they pimped out to little white girls.  These
girls would take her upstairs, strap her down on a table and fuck
her cunt.  All the while the girls would spit on her and sit on
her face, rubbing their little sphincter muscle up and down on
her nose.

Tasha shook her head to clear her memories.  The club smelled of
sex, pussy, and sweat.  The lights were on low around the stage
area.  It took a moment for her eyes to adjust.

"Hey nigger, we aren't open yet!" a female voice yelled at her
from the darkness.

"Um, sorry, Miss.  But eyes needs to a talk to da manager!" Tasha
said in best black voice.

A white woman came walking out of the darkness by the bar.  Tasha
swore she could hear giggling and whispering back there, like
little girls giggling.

"I'm Mrs. Stanton.   I'm the assistant manager, who the fuck are
you?" Mrs. Stanton said as she looked Tasha up and down.  Tasha
was still wearing the six inch spiked gray heels, white thigh
stockings that came just above her knees, a short denim mini
skirt and a form fitting pink t-shirt that proclaimed `ATTORNEY'
across the front.  Her hair was done in pigtails and she had
bright red lipstick on.

Tasha looked at Mrs. Stanton.  "You're Mrs. Stanton, the school
board attorney?"  Tasha asked as she looked the woman up and
down.  Mrs. Stanton's blouse was torn open, she was holding up
the side of her skirt that looked like it had been ripped.

"Yeah, what of it? And who are you again?"  Mrs. Stanton said
impatiently as she looked over shoulder towards the darkness.

"I'm LaTasha Black.  I was a student in your class several years
ago!" Tasha wasn't talking black now.

Mrs. Stanton narrowed her eyes, "I don't remember you as a
student but I do remember you last Friday night, with the Snyder
twins I think they were."

Tasha turned several shades of red, "Um, Yez'em Miss Stanton. 
That be me!"

"Huh! Those are some bad girls!" Mrs. Stanton said.  "You must
have fucked up somewhere along the way with them."

There was more giggling over by the bar.  Tasha tried to look
around Mrs. Stanton at the noise coming from behind her.

"So what the fuck do you want?" Mrs. Stanton asked as she stepped
in front of Tasha blocking her view.

"Um, I woods like to purchase a room here Miss. Stanton.  Eyes
got da money, cash in fact, to pays for da room," Tasha said in
her best black talk.

"What kind of room where you thinking about," Mrs. Stanton eyed
Tasha.  More giggling and this time an adult female giggle was
heard.

"Um, we's was thinkin, my momma and eyes, that we's would have a
room where da white girls could play wit her as a puppy and me as
a monkey," Tasha said quickly.

"Nice! But you realize that you have to pay for the room for one
year?" Mrs. Stanton said looking at Tasha's purse.

Tasha clutched her purse, "Yez'um, Miss. Stanton, eyes
understant."

Just then a another white woman stepped out of the darkness.  She
was fixing her blonde hair with her left hand while her right
hand held up her short mini-skirt.  The woman's blouse was open
down to her belly button, her breasts almost falling out the
blouse as she walked towards Tasha.

"I couldn't help over hearing that you want to purchase one of
the empty rooms here for the year?" asked the lady.  To Tasha the
women didn't seem bothered by her appearance.

"Yez'um, Miss!" Tasha nodded her head.

Mrs. Stanton stepped up to introduce the white lady to Tasha,
"This nigger's name is Tasha, she says she was in my law class
several years ago."

"Is that why the words `ATTORNEY' are on your shirt?" the white
lady said as she looked Tasha up and down.

"Yez'um Miss."

"This lady's name is Mrs. Jean Moore, she is the Mayor of Cherish
Valley and she is the manager of this club.  You address her as
`Your Honor' or `Mrs. Moore'." Mrs Stanton said as she looked
Jean.  "We don't need uppity niggers calling white people by
their first names."

Just then giggling broke out in the darkness by the bar.  "Mrs.
Moore, you naughty bimbo, we're waiting for you!" a young
sounding female laughed with accompanying giggles.

Mrs. Moore turned red and gulped as Tasha stared at her. 
Everybody knew that young girls weren't allowed in the club
during non business hours.

"Take our nigger friend here and show her some of the rooms
upstairs.  Let her pick one out then set an appointment to come
back and sign the paper work."

"Sure thing, Jean," Mrs. Stanton smiled at Tasha.

Jean turned and walked back towards the bar.  Mrs. Stanton and
Tasha headed for the stairs.  Tasha heard ripping of clothes and
little girls laughing, then the slap of a hand on flesh.

Tasha followed Mrs. Stanton up the stairs and down the hallway. 
The doors were closed but the heavy scent of adult female filled
her nostrils.  Mrs. Stanton came to a door and opened it.  They
both walked in.  The room was very large.

"This room goes for $3000 a year.  You furnish the room with your
toys, furniture, whatever out of your pocket.  We do require that
the room have a theme that is different from any of the other
rooms." Mrs. Stanton said as she walked around the room.  Tasha
didn't see a problem with a different themed room from the
others.  "We get ten percent of your earnings each night, payable
before you leave.  How you get the girls into your room and
advertise your services is up to you."  Tasha nodded her head. 
"Any disputes that are brought to our attention will always be
settled in favor of the girl, no matter what the dispute is
about.  If Mrs. Moore has to settle a dispute between the girl
and you, you will be punished.  Not monetarily, but physically. 
Understand?"

Tasha nodded her head.  She was already mentally placing the
furniture and toys around the room.

"We run a clean, wholesome, fun, and friendly club.  The girls
like it that way, the owner, Mr. Snyder,  likes it that way and
we like that way.  Understand?"

"Yez'em, Miss Stanton!"

"One last thing, you need a name for the room, something unique
that you can put on the door."

"Yez'em, Miss Stanton!"

As they left the room Mrs. Stanton closed the door.  "All women
enter and leave by the back door.  The front door is reserved for
our patrons.  You can use the dressing room downstairs if need
be."

"Thanks yous, Miss Stanton!" Tasha said as she headed for the
stairs.  Mrs. Stanton was following her.

"I heard that the lady, Mrs. Elaine Johnson, that the Snyder
twins were accused of raping? She dropped her charges last week."

Tasha turned and looked at Mrs. Stanton, the school board
attorney.  The realization his Tasha, the twins had been using
her for over a week now.

"Yes, that's it darkie," smiled Mrs. Stanton.  "Those youngsters
were playing you last weekend.  A smart attorney would have
followed up with the persecutors office!" she laughed as she
walked past Tasha and down the stairs.

Tasha was stunned.  How come nobody told her? Surely the law
office would have been informed.  Then she realized that Abbie
White, Mandy's twin, would have known and obliviously didn't tell
her.  Tasha shrugged her shoulders.  It really was her fault for
not following up with the persecutors.  She heard Mrs. Stanton at
the bottom of the stairs yell, "Be here tomorrow at the same time
to sign the paperwork on the room!"

*

Tasha made her way slowly along the sidewalk to her house.  Her
face was dirty, caked with cum that had mingled with her tears
and left dry little rivers running down her soft cheeks.  Her
anus and vagina were bruised and aching from the pounding the
gang of white boys sitting in the back of the bus had given her.
Her left hand clutched a wade of money that she had earned on the
bus ride home.

Tasha stood outside her front door.   The sight of her writhing
on back seat of the bus impressed itself indelibly on Tasha's
tortured mind, as though she'd been simply a spectator on the
bus, watching as the teenagers engage in the same disgusting
perversion she herself had been a party to.  She tried to rid
herself of the terrible image, but it remained as fixed in her
thoughts as a fully developed obscene photograph, which she
didn't want to look at, but was forced to.

Tasha felt betrayed as she remember the weekend, because of her
younger sister Diane, whom she supposed to be such a sensitive,
kind sister, had so inexplicably metamorphosed into a lusting,
animalistic monster over the weekend, taking her mercilessly as
though she were nothing more than a piece of meat hung up for
sale in someone's filthy, fly-ridden butcher shop.

The whole weekend experience had shattered Tasha's ego and
self-respect almost totally.  Her naivety in the ways of Cherish
Valley proved to be a disastrous delusion.

And so she slowly opened the front door of the house, her lovely
black hair snarled and tangled from the rape on the bus.  Her
thoughts now, as she walked, were centered strangely enough on
only one thing, and that was her mother.  Her mother as she had
been so long ago when Tasha would come home from school
complaining of getting a "B" in humanities class.  Her mother,
when Tasha had rushed into the house from her first date in tears
because the boy had brought her home an hour early.  Her mother,
as Tasha remembered had always held and comforted her daughter in
the warm, loving embrace of her soothing arms.

Tasha's overpowering love for her mother coursed through her
almost violently as she suddenly knew that her love for her
mother was the only thing remaining to her amid the shattered
ruins of her world, and that no matter what happened, she must
cling to that love as the only stable thing in her disordered
life!

With a cry, she rushed up to the stairs, and flung open her
bedroom door, and then stopped with a start, inside.

Tasheka was on the withering on the floor.  Tasha noticed she had
Jack's under wear on her head with the crotch part covering her
nose.  Her mother had Diane's pink lacy underwear rolled up into
a ball and stuffed into her mouth.  Sticking out her mother's ass
was a pair of Diane's newly purchased six inch spiked heels, with
the heel portion sticking into her asshole.  But what got Tasha's
attention was that her mother was humping herself with one of
Jack's tennis shoes.  Both her hands holding the tennis shoe as
she furiously rubbed it up and down her vagina.

Tasheka's eyes turned quickly to see her daughter standing in the
doorway.  She couldn't see very good with her son's underwear
partially blocking her view but she knew it was Tasha standing
there.  Tasheka stopped rubbing the tennis shoe up and down her
vagina and threw it across the floor then she pulled Diane's high
heel from her asshole and put it aside.  As Tasheka stood up she
pulled Diane's lacy pink underwear from her mouth and dropped it
to the floor and then pulled back Jack's underwear a little ways
from her eyes.

"Oh, my God, Tasha what, what happened to you?"

"I should ask you the same question, momma!" Tasha replied as she
stood looking at her mother.  Tasheka was breathing hard, her
breasts rising and falling with breath.

Tasheka was suddenly aware of the impression she must be making
on her daughter.  Tasha was also aware of the impression she must
also be making on her mother, her hair a mess and her face
streaked with cum.  She rushed to her mother with a cry of shame.

"Oh Momma, I'm wicked! You were right, white people are monsters.
 I don't know how I never saw it growing up.  Can you ever
forgive me for being so nave?"

Tasheka opened her arms to her daughter, and Tasha melted into
them like she had so many times before.

"Tasha. I, I don't understand, what happened?"

"I can't.  I can't talk about it momma"

"You must, dear, you must," Tasheka said soothingly. "You have to
get it out of you."

Tasha raised her head to her mother's and saw the concern and
love there, and gained the courage to tell her mother what had
happened.  She described her horrible session on the bus.  As she
did, Tasheka hugged her daughter tenderly to her breast, her
heart going out to her in compassion as she realized that they'd
both been the innocent victims of the same, sinister man.

Her hands caressed her child's soft back and shoulders as Tasha
moaned out her story, and Tasheka hugged her instinctively,
smelling the young, sweet hair and feeling her daughter's firm,
round breasts against her own swelling mounds, nipples against
nipples. Her own eyes brimmed with sympathetic responsiveness,
and she was at a loss to know what exactly to say.

"I'm not fit to serve the white folk," Tasha concluded, tears in
her eyes.

"Yes, you are, darling," her mother cooed. "You're the best girl
a mother could ever want.  Nothing you've done could make you
unfit to serve the white folk."

"You, you really mean that, Mother?" Tasha whimpered.

"Tasha, I love you more than anything in the world."

"But I've been so bad, so sinful around the white folk lately."

"I've, I've had to think a lot about sins, dear," Tasheka said
ruefully, tenderly kissing the tear stained cheek nearest her,
still running her hands over Tasha's soft warm back. "I've had to
somehow come to terms with myself, too, you know.  I'm, I'm like
you said, unworthy of being called a mother.  I let you down so
badly when you were growing up."

And with the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, Tasheka
forced herself to tell Tasha the terrible tale of her experience
with white folk, leaving out nothing, desperate to cleanse
herself, to confess to her daughter as Tasha had done to her. 
And when she finished, both mother and daughter were crying,
locked in each other's arms as though they were trying to find in
each other the answer to their own doubts and fears.

They lay on the bed for a long while, silent and rocking together
in mutual love, rebuilding the faith and trust they had had for
one another over the years. The minds of both were whirling with
private thoughts of guilt and remorse, which only served to
cement their common bond further.  Finally Tasha was able to stop
crying, and she blinked and drew away from her mother just enough
to wipe her swollen, red rimmed eyes with the back of her hand.

"M-momma, can I talk to you?" she asked in a soft whisper.

"Of course you can child!" Tasheka said looking at her daughter.

"I mean really talk, momma. I ... I don't think that I've been
mature enough before for us to do that, but after what's happened
to both of us, maybe we can be closer than just mother and
daughter."

Tasheka stared at her lovely daughter, into the other's
pain-flecked eyes, and decided the time had come for her to drop
all the barriers, be honest and frank.  She had no moral
righteousness to preach anyway, not after last weekend, and she
vowed to open herself up to her daughter completely.  In a
strange way, all the hurt and fear she had gone through were
beginning to turn out for the better, she thought, and as she
looked at her daughter, she seemed to feel calmer and more loving
than ever before.  Unified.  In perfect communication now, she
and Tasha would find a way together without false barriers or
hidden questions.

"Well, I don't feel in any position to give advice.  I am just
overwhelmed with your willingness to consider me an equal, a
friend." She gazed at her daughter's angelic face, so similar to
her own.

"No, Momma, no, I must have your advice. I, I'm so confused and
miserable. And you've had so many other men."

"Oh no, Tasha you're mistaken! I haven't at all! In fact,"
Tasheka blushed slightly, at the intimacy of her revelation, "I
haven't ever even slept with a man except, except your father and
the twin's father."

Tasha's eyes grew wide with amazement, "Mother, you're kidding!
Really?"

Tasheka smiled ruefully, "Yes, it's the truth. Oh, I had some
friends, some men after your father and I were divorced, but, but
I never let it go very far."

"But why?" Tasha asked in disbelief. "That's been a long time! I
didn't think it was possible! How could you go so long without
being loved?"

Tasheka drew her daughter to her, almost sadly, "I was loved,
dear, I was loved by you." She lowered her eyes to Tasha's naked
body. "And I guess, I've never admitted it.  I guess I was just
scared, scared of giving myself after."

"That must have been a pretty bad scene," Tasha said
compassionately, becoming aware for the first time of the
tremendous burden her mother had carried for so long.

"It was," Tasheka admitted. "It was more than bad.  It was hell.
Sometimes I almost went mad, crazy.  I can see it now, and it was
silly.  It's all been a terribly neurotic, sinful waste when I
think of all those years."

It was Tasha's turn to comfort her mother, and she did so, taking
Tasheka's trembling hand and pressing it to her smooth rounded
breasts impulsively. "You mustn't think of that, Momma, you
mustn't!"

"I can't help it though! Today, Jack, Diane, it's all come back
to haunt me. I, I've been without sex so long, I mean real
meaningful sex.  I just couldn't control myself last weekend.  I
didn't want, I tried to stop it, but then everything was too
strong.  I couldn't resist the thought of having a man even if it
was my son of being filled up inside again after all those
years."

Tasha looked gently at her trembling mother, loving her more at
this moment than ever before, feeling infinitely close to her
simply because that artificial barrier between parent and child
had in one tumultuous weekend been swept forever from between
them.  She felt she knew her mother better that day than she ever
had before, but she knew that there was much, much more to learn.

"Momma, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, dear," Tasheka said, drying her eyes, "anything."

"I don't really know how to put this, but ... well, I couldn't
imagine going so long without love ... I mean, well, sex, you
know?" Tasha was encouraged by her mother's nod of the head, and
went on. "Well, if you never had any men, in all that time, I
mean, how did you?  You must have gotten very frustrated."

Tasheka smiled almost wearily, hoping her daughter would never
experience just how frustrated she'd gotten.  She answered her
daughter with a simple nod of the head.

"Well," Tasha went on, "what did you do? I mean how did you
handle it?"

Tasha watched as her mother's eyes turned away from her, and
stared intently at some undefined point on the wall opposite
them.  She knew her mother was embarrassed by her question, but
Tasha had to know.  It would bridge that last gap, and make her
mother more human to her than anything else could.

"I'll tell you something, Momma," she said quietly, taking the
first plunge, "when I used to come home from dates, and I'd been
well, petting or necking or something, you know ..." Tasha looked
at her mother and saw she was listening, "... sometimes I'd go up
to my bedroom and I'd be so, so frustrated, like you must have
been, that I, I would play with myself.  And it would help, and
most of the time I'd cum, too, and it would relax me.  And I
somehow always felt bad about it, but, but I think now that, that
maybe you did that too, huh?"

There was a pause, and then Tasheka heard herself whispering, "I
did, I've done it before when I've gotten so hot I had to have
relief."

"Did, did you ever use a handle of a hairbrush or something like
that?"

"Oh, never anything like, only my fingers," dizzy with her
confessions, Tasheka first stared at her hands as if seeing them
for the first time, then down at her softly hair covered vagina
which had felt their touch so often.

Tasha gazed with an electrifying intensity at the same soft pubic
mound where her mother was looking and her breath caught in her
lungs.  She was unable to take her eyes off her mother's
displayed sexuality, where she'd seen her brother's cock slide in
and out, from which had spurted his overflowing sperm, and which
now in her imaginings she dreamed of fingers whipping back and
forth, over and over.

Tasha stared enamored for some unknown, unthinking reason, and
though she had seen other nipples and breasts and vaginas of
other girls in gym class as she was growing up, she'd never
reacted this way before.  It was because her mother was her own
flesh and blood, and she was instinctively attracted to the womb
which had produced her; there, so close that she could touch it,
softly protected by the curve of one firm, soft thigh and the
slightly puffy cuntal lips. Her own genitals began to tingle in
response to her words and thoughts.

"I used to secretly use that yellow hairbrush you gave me for
Christmas when I was ten," Tasha murmured in a fevered hush.
"Then, when I was older, one of my friends showed me a vibrator,
a round, candle-shaped one made of plastic and that ran on
batteries. They're cheap, and when I used it, it reminded me of a
boy's cock."

Tasheka swallowed hard, agitated by her daughter's immodest talk.
 Of her own perverted admissions.  She had always been so ashamed
of having used her fingers to curtail the hunger of her
unrequited sex drive, and the thought had never occurred to her
to use anything else as a stimulus.

Tasheka's stomach was a thousand butterflies, her breath seemed
to grow harder to draw into her lungs, and she realized with a
wrenching guilt feeling that as Tasha talked about what she did
with that vibrator, her hips were beginning to quiver and her
breasts were actually throbbing in response to her own daughter's
immoral practices.

"I bought one at the drug store," Tasha droned on, lost in her
memories and staring openly at her mother's now trembling vagina.
"I'd sit on my bed in my room and read a text for homework, and
when the urge would hit me, I'd turn on the little vibrator and
run it up and down the crotch of my panties.  I'd let it play
there, buzzing and tickling like crazy until I couldn't stand it
any longer, and then I'd push my panties aside with the tip of it
and spread my legs on the bed and slide it up and down my open
pussy. When I felt my orgasm nearly there, I'd throw the book
aside and use the round, smooth tip of the vibrator tickle my
clit and then I'd squeeze my thighs."

"Tasha, don't ..." Tasheka moaned, a deep wetness pervading her
responding cunt, and little droplets of unwanted desire began to
form on the black pubic hair covering her slowly swelling vaginal
lips.  She groaned and inwardly fought off her sexual chemistry,
clenching her inner thighs together.

Tasheka stammered, "Don't go on like that, child. You're only
disturbing yourself."

The girl swung her gaze to her mother's face. "Are we bad for
doing that? Tell me, mother, are we wicked to masturbate?"

Tasheka had always considered herself so, but under the necessity
to answer her daughter, she realized that the only thing wicked
about masturbation was the guilt she had for so long attached to
the act.

"No, no Tasha. We're women, with women's drives and needs. We're
only human."

Tasha was sitting on the bed, now, and Tasheka focused her loving
eyes on the curves of her daughter's lithe young body, its tiny,
firm nipples and pear-shaped breasts, and the way her inner
thighs were pressed around her vagina. Wisps of black pubic hair
peeked from between her closed inner thighs, and as Tasheka
looked at her daughter adoringly, she began to regard Tasha not
as a child any longer.  She was a woman, having had the twins and
received pleasure, and there was no use denying the fact that
they both had committed the same immoral transgressions of the
flesh.  Their transgressions seemed to tie them together more
closely, closer than just friends, for there were still the
filial ties, and things were a little less terrifying for the two
of them as together they smiled tentatively at each other.

Tasha looked down and spread her legs.  She looked past her tiny
hardening nipples and smooth black breasts to her pubic mound,
with its thin, pink slit and curly black hair.  She placed a
tentative finger at her cuntal valley, opening the coral smooth
flesh to view.

"You're not revolted by me then?" she asked softly. "You're not
just saying this to make me feel better and all the while you're
nauseated by the sight of me? You still love me, after all this?"

"More, darling," Tasheka said fervently. "More than you ever
know."

Tasheka sat up and then got an idea, and quickly she padded out
the bedroom door, down the hallway.  She returned with a damp
wash cloth. "Here," she said, coming back and sitting on the bed.
"Just to show you what I feel, I'll wash you off, just as if you
were a baby again, needing changing."

"I'd like that, Momma," Tasha said, and obediently stretched out
on the coverlet.

Tasha looked down her body at her mother, and then up along her
mother's firm, lithe body which lay stretched out on the bed
alongside her, at the rounded beauty of her breasts and buttocks,
and the way that her close, hair-covered cunt was tantalizing the
smoldering fire in her belly.  She stared at her mother's vagina,
trembling, unable to stop the lewd thoughts in her head as she
saw the black hair-fringed, soft pink lips glint and the hint of
her clitoris peeking from its folds. God, my mother has a
beautiful cunt.  I wonder if she thinks I've got a beautiful one
too.

Tasheka smiled at her daughter's face and then looked down past
the slender column of Tasha's throat, across her smooth
shoulders, down her sides and breasts, down to where her hips
swelled from the slimness of her youthful waist. Tasheka drank in
the loveliness of her creation, admired her child's naked belly
and legs, and then turned her attention to Tasha's velvet-smooth
black thighs, which for some reason were now slightly trembling.

"Open your thighs a little more, darling," Tasheka said, and
found that her chest was suddenly constricted and her throat
tight.  An inexplicable sensation tickled Tasheka's stomach, as
if she was anticipatorily excited by her daughter's cunt.  She
couldn't understand it, any more than she had been able to
explain any of the other happenings of the last few hours, and
could only try to clear her head of the unwanted stimulations.
With a soft moaning hiss, Tasha rolled her legs aside, and
Tasheka gasped at the enticing sight of her tender, pink vaginal
slit with its fleshy lips a reddish color as if swelling with
desire.

Tasheka took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and
quivering.  She raised the washcloth up to her daughter's wet
soft vaginal slit and stroked it back and forth.

"Ohhhh," Tasha moaned and spasmed suddenly from the delicious
contact.

Although she tried to stop herself from reacting openly to her
mother's touches, telling herself that it was wrong, her cunt
tingled with every cleansing stroke of the warm, rough-edged
cloth.

Tasheka continued to brush her daughter's pubic hair and cunt
tenderly with the damp cloth, drying the blonde curls, fluffing
them, moving down one soft inner thigh and up the other.  Intense
stabs of desire radiated through Tasheka, and in half-revulsion,
half-captivation, she took the cloth back to the moon-shaped
buttocks and the mature long pink valley of her daughter's cunt,
and unable to resist, she began once more to stroke Tasha's pubic
hair and vaginal lips.

Tasha shuddered and gasped for air, her pulsating legs spread
still wider for her mother to touch, one leg bent in the air as
Tasha turned and arched her loins forward, as if she was enjoying
the lewd contact.

Tasheka could see the hairless, puckered mouth of her anal
opening now, and shuddered reflexively.  Something perverted,
something more wrong and more degenerate than the acts she'd
allowed to be done to her body before was beginning to take form
in her belly.  She was becoming excited by her own daughter! She
was actually attracted to the dainty pink flesh and nestling
clitoris which had suddenly begun to become erect in the sweetly
trembling folds!

Tasha had always considered oral love between women as incredibly
abhorrent, and had turned it down the times she had been
propositioned in public school and college.  But now, as
inexorably passionate fingers touched her inflamed pubic lips and
hair, and parted the soft, moist crevice to gently stroke the
open slit up between her legs, Tasha undulated her hips slightly
and felt her pussy secrete more juices of desire.  She gazed
sideways wide eyed at her mother's vagina beside her, at her
enticing pink flesh and the honey dewed, sparkling droplets which
Tasheka was unaware of having formed uncontrollably on her own
soft skin.  Tasha breathed in the musky, female scent, quivered
as she fought for control, and then unable to, reached out with
one tentative, trembling finger and brushed it over the lower
belly and inner thighs, circling the coral edges of her own
mother's cunt.  Her skin was so soft, so warm and satiny, so good
to touch.

"Tasha!" her mother gasped with a groan. "What, what are you
doing?" She jerked, her body convulsing from the lancing touch.

It was undeniably pleasurable, and an electric shock rippled
through her from her child's softer, lighter feel.  She looked
with agony at the sensitive pink flesh before her own burning
eyes, at the triangle of her child's black pubic curls and taut
ruby lips and the way that even more of the delectable young cunt
was flowering open as Tasha widened her legs still more.

Tasheka trembled and moaned from the salacious and unwelcome
passions convulsing her belly and loins, for her daughter was
still moving her fingers around her pussy, stroking like
feathers, and Tasheka was unable to stop from arching her
buttocks and letting one leg slowly rise and bend in response.

She fought it with all her might. "Stop, Tasha, stop before it's
too late.  Ohh, Tasha, Tasha, enough, enough, no more!" she
begged weakly, wretchedly aware that she couldn't stop the
mounting sensuality which had overtaken them.  But her pleas died
in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh and her body pulsed as her
mind cried out in fevered rejection.

Tasha was beside herself now, and she extended her middle finger
and ran it along the partially open slit of her mother's heated
pussy, up and down, entranced by the way it slowly parted and
made a slight sucking motion for more.  She located the hard nub
of her clitoris and tweaked it, rubbing it around and sliding her
other fingers in the moistly throbbing mouth of her cunt, her
mind a revolving whirlwind of dreams and passions, as if she was
fingering herself.

Tasheak rolled her head from side to side, and in a futile
gesture of anguish, mewled, "Oh God, Tasha, you've got to stop!
This is wrong!"

"Is it, Mother? Why? We love each other, don't we? We let Jack
and Diane fuck us! What's so different about that?"

"Yes, but ..."

"If we love each other, and we want each other, then that's when
we should enjoy sex.  It must be that way.  We can let Jack and
Diane fuck us whenever, but this special between you and me."

"No, but we're ..." She shuddered, choking, for Tasha had slid
her middle finger up inside her throbbing cunt and was teasingly
massaging it around and around.

"Love me, Mother," Tasha breathed urgently. "Take me in your arms
and love me, for I'd rather be loved by you than by all the white
people who want to fuck me."

A tortured gasp erupted from the mother's throat, and unable to
control herself any longer, she dipped her head forward and her
hot breath blew searing flame into the open, pink well of her
daughter's vagina, and her tongue snaked out and made tingling
contact with the girl's desire moistened cunt, and she heard her
daughter gasp and shiver and cry for more, more!

Tasheka kept telling herself that this was the most horrid of all
perversions, and shame made her tighten her vagina against the
invading fingers of Tasha's wildly churning hand, but that only
caused further lascivious delights to ravage her loins.

Unable to control her inner desires, for Tasheka wanted to love
her daughter, and sex was a part of loving, she lashed out with
her moist tongue and licked and kissed her daughter everywhere.
Tasha in turn parted her thighs and drew her one leg higher and
outward so that her mother could have greater access to the
seething secret flesh up between her thighs.

Her fingers still madly worming around, Tasha let all thoughts of
right and wrong, immorality or depravity sweep away as she
clutched the excitedly quivering buttocks of her mother with
almost inhuman strength with her hand and tangled her lips and
mouth in the curls of her black pubic hair.  She licked hot
molten paths all the way along the cuntal lips, right down to her
mother's tiny puckered anus, then back up again, to where she
nipped the quivering clitoris with her soft lips, smelled the
beautiful bouquet of female aroma coming from her mother's heated
loins, her own pussy aching with the excitement of her
oft-repressed, secretly desired longings.

"Ohhhhh," Tasheka moaned in a muffled voice. "Ohhhhhh."

Ripples of vain resistance at what they were doing coursed
through her, but all was overridden by the deep inundation of
sensuality and passion.  I can't do it to Tasha, not my own
daughter.  Her head oscillated slavishly as she abandoned herself
to lesbianism, to incestual lesbianism.  Her body heaved and
pumped against her teenage daughter's mouth, her thighs widening
as she drew Tasha's wetly glistening cunt closer into her face. 
Her mind swirled in the ambivalence of wanting and yet not
wanting this lewd, incestuous carnality to stop.

What's possessed me, possessed us both? Her confused, sex-starved
mind queried. I'm on fire, ohhh, this is wrong, oohhhh, but good.
 The forces exerted on her flesh and her mind was too
overwhelming to allow her to answer her own questions.

After all the pain and suffering she had gone through over the
last several weeks, starting with the insidious humiliation at
the college and culminating in the shame in that bar where her
son Jack had fucked her.  Her brain was more than willing to
simply give up and allow passion and delight and total
abandonment to her private desires dominate her actions.

Tasheka's head moved her mouth along her daughter's smooth,
passion moist slit, orally fucking Tasha harder and faster,
sliding her hot, wet tongue far along her daughter's throbbing,
black hair fringed cunt and reveling in the unintelligible
whimpering Tasha made as she in turn swirled and flicked her lips
and tongue around her mother's velvet soft folds of pulsating
moist pussy flesh. She brought her hands around Tasha's hips,
pushing her thighs up until the youngster's saliva-drenched
vagina was pressed tight and draped around her wetly slavering
cheeks, and Tasheka spread her legs wide so that her daughter
could cup her soft, black buttocks and thrust her tongue deep,
deep into the searing liquid depths of her open loins.

Tasheka and Tasha didn't hear the soft, surreptitious entrance of
the two shadowed figures who slipped quietly into the dim room. 
The two stood transfixed in utter, obscene awe at the lascivious
sight before them.

Diane sucked in her breath. "Fuck me! You said that they'd both
be here when you saw the lights, bro, but I never ..."

"Shut up," hissed her fevered brother.

Both kids were astounded at seeing their mom and older sister
caught in the sexual fury of lesbianism.  They stared
incredulously, for not even in their most debauched imaginations
had they ever dreamed that their mother and sister would
willingly sexually satisfy each other with made being made to do
it.  But here they were spread like a picnic before them!

The sight of mother and daughter simultaneously absorbed in their
writhing, undulating sucking of each other's cunts, at the black
pussy-hair and pink vaginal flesh and the way they both greedily
clung with lips and mouths, licking and sliding their tongues
wetly from their respectively hardened clitorises to the tender
pink buds of their anuses, blew the twins mind.

The twins watched their mother and older sister obscenely bucked
and spasmed their way to orgasm, heard the mewls and muffled
moans of rapture, and then the sight of the lesbian, incestual
orgy brought their own boiling passions to a crest.

The twins stood unnoticed in the doorway, their mouths open and
almost drooling from the salacious sight before them.  Jack had
figured both Tasha and mom would get together at the house, and
he'd had no trouble convincing Diane to come with him after
school to humiliate either their mother or sister or preferably
both into games of sex.  But neither had been prepared for the
lewd display of uncontrolled sexual lust that was being performed
right in front of them.  Quickly, Jack moved to a small pile of
blankets lying in the corner of the bedroom, and unobtrusively
spread two of them onto the floor.  Amazingly, neither of the
writhing, passion crazed women on the bed heard or noticed him,
so preoccupied were they with the forbidden pleasures of each
other's wetly seeping cunts.

Then, with an easy motion, Jack peeled off his shirt, and dropped
his pants, motioned Diane to do the same.  With a grin, and
hardly needing to be urged, Diane complied as she pulled her
dildo out of her backpack and strapped the dildo around her
waist.  Two excited teens stood side by side, their hotly aroused
cocks, one plastic, one real, jutting lewdly out in front of
them, ready for action.

Diane began to stroke her massive strap-on lightly, while she
watched her mother and older sister on the bed.

"Ohhhhh, I want momma," she moaned, rocking on her heels.
"Ohhhhh, I want those hot wild nigger lips of hers on my strap-on
again!"

Jack flashed his sister a look, his eyes twin beacons of lust. 
He chuckled lewdly. "Take momma then.  Me, I'm going to take
Tashie and I'm going to take her a way she's never let me fuck
her before! But she's got no choice this time! I'm going to fuck
her in the ass!"

The twins couldn't wait any longer, and began to advance
cautiously towards the straining' undulating female bodies on the
bed in front of them.

Tasheka writhed and moaned on the bed from the delectable
firebrand lickings of her moistly hot furrow, the gentle probing
of her daughter's tongue and fingers in her sensitive vagina and
anus.  The feverish passion she had allowed to completely engulf
her she returned double fold, driving her tongue into the hotly
clasping channel of Tasha's cunt.

Tasha strained her loins into her mother's mouth with all her
strength.  She mewled incoherently and wound her warm smooth
thighs around the tongue which was being thrust so rapaciously
into her.  The velvet smooth lining of her vagina clasped
obscenely back at her mother's mouth, squeezing her tongue
tightly until she thought she would go insane.  She was insane,
with a madness of total surrender to the lure of the flesh.  Her
mind reveled in wickedness and she screwed her buttocks up tight
against her mother's face and her soft, hair covered skin and
tiny naked anus was sending uninterrupted delights surging
through her body.

Then, suddenly, Tasheka felt a pair of strong female hands close
tightly around her painfully hardened nipples, beginning to
massage them with insistent forcefulness. Her mind thought at
first that they were Tasha's hands, but then she realized that
they were soft white hands.  Looking up, she gasped as she found
herself staring into the lust contorted face of the grinning
Diane.

"Well, what do we have here?" Diane smiled down at her mother and
sister. "Two niggers in love!"

Tasheka wrenched herself away from her back on the bed, moaning
in utter mortification that she had seen her and Tasha like this,
shamelessly cavorting in lesbian ecstasy.  Then she realized with
a start that Diane was not alone, and she recognized the naked
form of her son Jack bent over the suddenly inert body of Tasha.

"That's right, nigger" her son laughed at his mother. "You're
going to suck Diane's plastic cock, and I'm going to fuck Tashie
like she's never been fucked before! I'm going to fuck her in the
ass!"

Tasheka felt sick inside, at the thought of again taking her
daughter's thick shaft of plastic dildo into her mouth, and she
could almost taste the lewd residue of Tasha's cum on the dildo.
But even more she was terrified for her daughter, of what Jack
was going to do to her.

"Can you take that?" Tasheka asked looking at Tasha.

"Don't worry, Momma ... I can take it ..." Tasha said bravely,
secretly feeling a twinge of excitement through her already
aroused loins at the prospect of this novel experience with her
brother.  And she leaned slowly over to her mother, once again
grazing against her openly displayed cunt lips as if in
affirmation of that bond between them.

"That's right, Tashie, suck our nigger mother off, while I get
you ready for the greatest fuck of your life!" Jack said from
behind her, and maneuvered Tasha's body up over her mother's, who
Diane pushed down on her back on the blankets.

Tasha knelt over her mother's black quivering loins, her own
naked ass cheeks salaciously displayed to her brother's lustful
gaze. Then, suddenly, she felt an alien finger probing the
tightly puckered opening which her mother had so beautifully
kissed a moment ago.  Jack's middle finger prodded cruelly,
making her wince and jerk forward a bit as he burrowed into her
defenseless anus.  Then suddenly his finger entered and it didn't
hurt her the way she'd anticipated it would, but instead sent a
new, surprising pleasure expelling through her loins.

Jack moved his finger around in the tight but expanding hole,
worming it lewdly in and out, ever widening her tiny rectum. 
Tasha found herself wiggling her hips back against it, her mouth
dipping at the same time into her mother's cunt in front of her.

Tasheka had, when pushed down, come to a semi-squatting position,
her legs wide and her thighs spread so that she was sprawled with
her pussy just under her daughter's mouth, and she propped
herself up on her elbows, her head swimming, her loins stretched
for all to see and lust after.  She was too dazed, too horrified
too controlled by the forces of her unspent sex to fight off the
unfolding events.  All she could do was moan involuntarily as her
son parted Tasha's trembling black buttocks and levered his
middle finger into her tight virginal asshole, and then Tasha was
lowering her face to her openly palpitating cunt, and her
daughter began to tongue the moist pink slit again, sending out
acute tingling shooting wildly through her, and her earlier cries
were one long, abandoned moan as Tasha lashed with her tongue and
hotly teased her excitedly jumping clitoris.

Tasheka could only writhe and churn helplessly with the delicious
and lewd sucking in her vagina, for despite the abhorrence her
mind and spirit had for this partnership in family orgy, she
couldn't stop herself from loving the warm kissing of her
daughter, and she moved up on the bed again to a better position,
giving Tasha greater access to her openly flowered genitals.

"Mmmmmm!" Tasha moaned, slavering delightedly in the wetly
seating cunt of her mother.  She felt Jack remove his finger, the
rubbery skin of her anus clinging softly to it, and then she
quivered with anticipation, drawing her knees wider apart so that
she could present him with the wider stretched mounds of her
buttocks.

And then Tasha felt her brother move closer and blow hotly in
between her thighs, teasing her with lewd anticipatory breaths
against her tight, hairless anal muscle, driving her wild, then
he pressed the smooth, rubbery tip of his cock into the tiny
hairless channel, Tasha felt his foreskin being stretched back
against his long, thick shaft of flesh as it slowly wormed its
way up into her rectum, past the tiny barrier of tightly
clutching muscle.

"Agggg!" Tasha screamed. "It hurts! You're too big! God Almighty,
Jack, you're too big!"

"Push back and shut up, you little black bitch!" the teen
commanded harshly as he slapped her left ass cheek.

"God, I'm helpless! I can't move!" Tasha could barely think, but
she knew that everywhere was pain and more pain, so she pushed
back in hopes of alleviating some of the bursting pressure in her
rectum.  He was much too huge inside her, widening her buttocks
until she thought she would split down the middle, right down her
spinal column! The lust-hardened penis surged right up into her
warm, rubbery depths, and finally all the way until she was sure
it was lodged all the way up in her throat.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh," she gasped.

Jack's own masochistic joy was almost unbearable as he watched
his long, thick cock skewering lewdly up between the soft black
moons of her buttocks, the pink edges wet with its own
secretions. "Yeah bitch! Your black ass belongs to me!" Jack
laughed as he grabbed Tasha's hips and pushed.


Diane was momentarily entranced by the lascivious sight of her
older sister on her hands and knees, her small anus wrapped
tightly around Jack's cock with several inches of it engorged in
her rectum, her head and black hair a mass of wild entanglement
as she wildly licked her own mother's cunt spread wide on the
blanket before her.

Tasheka was totally absorbed in fascinated agony by the sight of
her fifteen year old son sodomizing his older sister on and on,
and as she stared in subservient anguish at the lickings of her
defenselessly widespread genitals, she was staggered by the
forbidden pleasures she felt.

Tasha was moaning her muffled cries of pain in a tone which left
little doubt that she was beginning to enjoy it! Her hips were
moving backwards of their own volition, meeting Jack's
hard-thrusting penis willingly now.  Tasheka continued to watch
her humiliated daughter undulate her buttocks in tiny lewd
circles, and it was too much for her not to find it all horribly
delightful and weird thoughts grew in her mind, swamping her
flesh and driving away the last vestiges of restraint.

Fear, self-guilt, hatreds, they were all replaced by desire,
desire that made her belly churn and stimulating waves of
excitement pour over her, and her passions overflowed all bounds
as she twisted in the evil grip of her sexual agony, writhing and
arching so as not to break with the open mouth glued hotly to her
ravaged cunt, while Tasha's flicking tongue played wantonly over
her clitoris and vagina.

"Ahhhhh!" Tasha groaned with each inch of throbbing male flesh
was forced into her hot rubbery rear passage from behind.

"Aggghh!" she screamed as she thought how beautiful, how
wonderful the pain was. I'm being punished! Yes! I'm being
punished the only way a nigger can be! She ground her buttocks
back and the huge penis burrowed its relentless way right up into
her stretched rectum.  There! All the way! She could feel her
brother's pubic hair against her black, fleshy, buttocks and she
knew that she'd taken all of his cock in her anus.

Oh God! It's so wonderfully terrible! The blunt intrusion of his
thickly swollen cock vibrated through every sinew of her, and the
soft spongy flesh of her widely stretched anal passage was
excruciating in the pleasure-pain that filled her ceaselessly. 
Tasha took one hand away from her mother's wide splayed thighs'
hungry for more, and pressed it into the throbbing black mass of
her own pubic hair and thrust her middle finger far up into the
opened wet slit of her cunt, feeling Jack's sperm filled balls
batter the back of her hand; she groaned with her breath caught
in her throat at the added sensation, feeling his massive cock
through the thin wall separating her vagina and rectum.

Tasha slipped her finger in and out of her aching pussy as she
raised and lowered her hips the fire in her loins increasing and
her cunt demanding more than just one finger.  She inserted two,
and then three, cramming them up into her seething wet vagina in
rhythm with the huge' lust-engorged penis that was fucking her
tortured anus relentlessly.

Tasheka's daughter was delirious with delight.  She was finger
fucking herself while her brother's wonderful cock drove with
animalistic fire hard up between her cruelly split ass cheeks,
and she was completely and hopelessly impaled, her breasts
throbbing like his lewdly slapping balls.  She moved her head
from between her mother's open thighs for an instant, looking
down between her obscenely dancing breasts and beyond her belly
to where her fingers were absorbed deep in her hungrily sucking
cunt, and then Tasha swept downward again, flicking her tongue
several times against her mother's clitoris, then downward still
more to the joyfully offered opening of her hair covered vagina,
plunging far enough in to feel the rippled walls of hot flesh
which had once been stretched with herself when she was born, and
she taunted the satin-smooth valley down between her mother's
black thighs with salacious delight.  Oh ... this is wonderful
... the taste of my mother's cunt, I love it! I love her!

Tasheka chanted with her mind out of control now.  "Ohhhh!
Ohhhh!" but while her sane mind rebelled at being sucked by her
daughter while watching Tasha being fucked in the ass by her
younger brother, she couldn't even consider stopping the loving
caresses and warm kisses.  Her cunt flowered open wider and wider
and her hotly seeping moisture increased with each further second
that her daughter's voraciously sucking lips moved around, in and
up her vaginal orifice, and warm trickles of saliva and female
moisture ran unhindered down her softly quivering thighs as she
ground her hips upwards into Tasha's madly slavering mouth.  She
had never known anything so soft and wonderful in her life! Her
body, lithe and firm and warmly pink with blood pumping desire,
shook from the assault on her senses and genitals; she had lain
dormant too long, and the shock of sexual abandonment from last
weekend and the acceptance of her daughter as her lover forever
ruptured her past.  Gone were the frustrated days that now seemed
so unreal and far away?

Diane could no longer take the lust-inciting scene of Tasha
sucking their mother's cunt while Jack fucked Tasha demonically
from the rear.  She straddled her mother, making Tasheka balance
herself by placing her hands behind her and almost sitting up,
her thighs split wide and her legs bent for more of her
daughter's lewd sucking.

"Come here nigger mommy!" Diane sneered as she placed her hand
behind her mother's head and pushed her toward her strap-on
dildo, rubbing it around her lips.

At first Tasheka mumbled in refusal and tried to shake away, but
Diane held her so tightly she couldn't move, and then with her
other hand she squeezed her mother's chin forcing her mouth open;
Tasheka clenched her teeth, but Diane wasn't to be denied, and
increasing the pressure and arching her buttocks, she crushed her
thick plastic cock against the soft, moist lips and into the warm
wet cavern of her mother's hollowing cheeks.

"That's it my little black girl, suck me!" Diane hissed.  "My
nigger momma likes it when a white girls tells what to do!"

Tasheka closed her eyes, feeling numb and in a dazed trance. 
Diane's hands held her in a vise-like grip, and she started
sliding her demanding plastic cock slowly in and out; Tasheka
could feel its plastic cock-head along the ridges of the roof of
her mouth, and the long ridge running beneath the length of the
plastic shaft as it slipped along her tongue.  She heard her teen
daughter command harshly:

"Suck, you damned nigger bitch! Suck hard!" Diane yelled as she
looked down on her mother.

Tasheka did, her lips slowly beginning to nibble at the thick
thrusting plastic penis, and though she coughed and sputtered at
first, she accustomed herself to her daughter's perverted
invasion, and tried not to think of what she was doing.  The
hanging testicles of these new strap-ons bounced against her
chin, and her nostrils filled with the flavor of her daughter's
musky vagina.  Tasheka's saliva grew in her mouth as her daughter
forced the plastic cock in and out of her mouth.

Diane put her left hand behind her mother's head and raised her
right hand and slapped her mother's face, "Stupid niggers like
you momma, need a good slapping, now suck damn it!"

Tasheka could tell that Diane was jerking her hips and straining
her loins against her mouth, and her white slender fingers were
curled tightly in her hair, forcing her obscenely bobbing mouth
up over the full length of the strap-on.

Diane's plastic penis stretched her mother's mouth until there
wasn't any room left in her mouth, but instead of feeling
repulsion and sickness' Tasheka was enjoying sucking her teen
daughter's plastic cock which had the smell and taste of  Tasha's
anus on it from the last time she fucked her older sister.  The
foaming passions which had been re-awakened and expressed in new,
wondrous fashions, were now boiling out of control, and she
allowed her mind to sink still further into the cauldron of her
lusts.

On her own, Tasheka raised a hand her balance kept by Diane's
clutching hands on her, and brought it around and up her legs to
the soft, resilient skin of her daughter's vagina.  Tasheka
crooned mutely as she sucked the strap-on while tenderly
massaging Diane's skin between her vagina and her asshole. 
Tasheka flicked her tongue across the plastic cock-head, opening
her throat wider to accept still more of Diane's pumping wet
plastic penis, rolling it around in her butter soft interior,
making her young daughter cry out with pure delight as she stood
above her mother watching.

"That's better Momma.  See Jack, niggers can be taught new
tricks!"

Tasheka never dreamed of what she'd been missing all these years!
So good! Oh, Christ, she'd been a fool for so long! As a nigger,
this was where she belonged.

Tasha's hand was still back between her open legs, three fingers
buried deep in the hot, soaking passage of her cunt as she bucked
and jerked against Jack's pummeling cock, striving for release. 
Her body was on fire with passion, for never could she recall
being this excited!

Tasha looked up to watch her mother's soft, oval mouth clasped
greedily at Diane's plastic penis, her thin, tensile rim of lips
clinging to it as though held there by some unseen clamp.  She
could see thick, white slobber dripping from the corners of her
mother's mouth and running in tiny lines down her chin, for her
mother was reveling in the cruel humiliation that Diane was
subjecting her to, a masochistic light shining strangely in her
glazed eyes.

Tasheka's beautiful daughter heaved herself with increased fury
up and down on her brother's powerful rod, her hips undulating
madly, her left hand streaking in through the hair lined lips of
her young cuntal slit, both of her rear orifices flowering to the
delicious rape of mind and body.  Tasha buried her face deep in
the black curl covered vagina of her mother once again, sucking
and licking frantically on the fleshy protuberances of pink cunt
glistening there, her thick wet tongue voraciously drawing every
drop of her mother's joyously secreting juices in lewd delight,
her tender but voluptuous body matching the rhythms of her
younger brother and sister.

For long, frozen moments the naked family remained that way, each
straining every fiber and nerve of their beings for their
orgasms, their only sounds grunts, mewls, and sighs of billowing
desire, and the slapping of slippery, passion-slick flesh. It
seemed as if they would go on forever, striving for but never
quite achieving their releases.

Then, strangled noises forced their way from Diane's tortured
clit, the strap-on rubbing up and down on it each time her mother
pumped it with her mouth.  She knew that she would be the one to
start the chain of orgasms.  A moment now, a moment, now!  Diane
writhed her hips furiously and watched her mother's lovely face
work, her lips sucking, her fever pitched clit soaring, her body
straining with the needles of her climax.  Diane shoved the
plastic cock still harder down her mother's throat.

Tasheka thrust her loins up at her daughter's superbly licking
mouth which was still buffeting her vaginal passage, every muscle
in her body contracting wildly as she rose up involuntarily and
nearly fainted from the attack of her contraction.  Tasheka's
cunt opened and clenched like an angry fist around Tasha's
tongue, her buttocks flexing to rock-hardness as her orgasm hit.

She gurgled and wailed an unintelligible scream as the power of
her body unleashed from deep in her chest at this moment she had
been craving for.  There was no time, no space, no motion, only
the unbelievable pleasure of her climax, and she was struck again
and again by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle in her body.

And as she came, so did her Brother Jack.  He threw back his head
and groaned as he thrust his cock's full expanded length into his
sister's wide-stretched anus, his body beginning to jerk
convulsively as he clawed at Tasha's waist with harsh, clutching
fingers, pulling her buttocks even wider apart for his penis to
skewer yet another fraction of an inch into her.  He felt his
boiling semen massing within his throbbing balls as they beat a
tattoo against Tasha's beautifully naked black ass. And the
explosion imminent, he slammed his now spewing cock all the way
to its hilt in her softly unresisting rectum.

To Tasha, this was a heaven sent miracle, a well to quell the
maddening devils rampaging deep within the core of her womanhood.
 She cared not who it was, only that his cock was finding refuge
in her starving belly, and she wanted it to crawl in there and
stay forever.  She licked and sucked shamelessly at her mother's
delectable cunt before her, and heard her mouth cry out and the
other groan gutturally and yell mindlessly, but it was all in the
faint background of her mind; her younger brother was hammering
her with rapid, pile driving thrusts and her fingers were
reaching her very womb, and she licked and sucked wildly.

"Oh fuck, don't stop now.   I want to cum so badly.  I want to
cuummmmmmm!" Tasha cried out.

And then she felt the stream of hot seed spurting into her
rectum, spurting far up in her belly with violent force,
ricocheting against her smooth rubbery anal passage, its steaming
heat finally setting off her own, long due climax. She was there!
At last!

Tasha screamed, and screamed again and again, her release was
that great.  She heaved her nakedly jerking buttocks back toward
the humping brother's penis as it continued to empty into her
anus with unbelievable force, her thighs trembling and her
stomach quaking as if someone were pressing against it with giant
pressures, her brain reeling insanely with the sensual reaction
traversing her spine. She fell forward at last, Jack's limp cock
sliding from her tortured rectum slickly, and she cradled herself
with sighing satisfaction in her mother's naked arms, and let her
lips close softly over one of her nipples.

Tasha sucked the nipple as grayness closed over her, feeling the
contentment of a baby after milk.

It took some time for the four naked people to stir. They huddled
on the blanket, exhausted and unmoving, resting and re-gathering
strength after the wild orgiastic fucking they had just
participated in.  Semen, perspiration and female cum mingled and
glistened on their shining bodies and on the dampened blanket
beneath them, the air seeming to crackle with the lewd emotions
and desires that had been unleashed.

Diane was the first to move.  She crawled over to where her twin
brother lay, completely spent from her sexual exertions.  Diane
grinned at him as though they shared some kind of secret.

"How you feel, Jack?"

Jack looked at his sister, and chuckled, "Well, it was good for
appetizers, but I'm ready to start on the main nigger course
now."

"That's what I was thinking," Diane agreed, and they both turned
to leer at the huddled bodies of the two naked women they had
just so completely subjugated.

Tasheka stared at her teen son and daughter unbelievingly, and
held Tasha tighter to her breast. But then she saw the smile of
happiness radiating from her daughter's face, a smile intended
only for her, a smile that said more than a thousand words could
convey.  And the warmth of that smile dissolved in an instant all
the shame and remorse, the guilt and inhibitions which had
fettered her for so long; and as she returned Tasha's loving
gaze, Tasheka knew instinctively that, no matter what happened to
them now, their future was going to be a future together, a
future with and for one another, a future that promised
humiliating sex for both.

Strengthened by this realization, mother and daughter turned
bravely as one, to face the twins who had already begun to
advance on them once again.

Board of Elders:

Tasheka was led into a small waiting room by the white woman. 
The middle aged woman looked Tasheka up and down and smiled at
her.  Tasheka was wearing a short denim skirt, a denim vest with
no bra or shirt and sandals.  She had on bright red lipstick that
advertised she was available for cock sucking.

"Ten dollars for ten minutes between my legs," the woman smiled
at Tasheka.

Tasheka was nervous as she entered the small room but turned
around and looked at the woman and replied, "Ten dollars for five
minutes."

"Done!" the woman was still smiling as she shut door, "I'll be
waiting for you after your meeting."

Tasheka had no idea was she was called before the Board of
Elders.  Nobody was ever called before the board, especially
black people.  She had heard rumors at the college that the Board
wanted to bring back Ukeme Brown.

As Tasheka sat down on the only chair in the small room she
thought back on the black sexual history.  As a professor of
Black History, Tasheka, thought about the Jim Crow laws of
twentieth century and Ukeme Brown laws of the twenty-first
century.  The best known were the Ukeme Brown laws or the UB as
it was widely known.  UB was the name of the racial sex system
which operated throughout what was known as the United States in
the twenty-first century.  UB was more than a series of rigid
Black sex laws.  It was a way of life for the blacks.  Under UB,
blacks were relegated to the status of sexual playthings to be
bought and sold for the day or the weekend.  Blacks could
sexually sell themselves at the auction to white people, whole
families could auction themselves for sex to highest bidder.  UB
represented the legitimization of Black sexual racism.  All
Christian ministers and theologians throughout the land taught
that Whites were the Chosen people.  Blacks were to be cursed as
sexual servants descended from the Bonobo monkey in the darkest
parts of the Dark Continent.

In the twenty-first century white craniologists, eugenicists,
phrenologists, and Darwinists, at every educational level from
kindergarten to graduate school, buttressed the belief that
Blacks were innately intellectually, culturally, and sexually
inferior to Whites.  Politicians gave eloquent speeches on the
great danger of sexual integration:  giving Blacks the same
sexual status as Whites.  Newspaper and magazine writers of the
day routinely referred to Blacks as niggers, coons, and darkies
which were unheard of in the late twentieth century.  But even
worse, their articles reinforced Black sexual stereotypes.   All
major societal and governmental institutions of the twenty-first
century reflected and supported the sexual exploitation of
Blacks.  Even children's games portrayed blacks of all ages as
sexually inferior beings.

Tasheka thought back to her black history studies in college when
she was studying popular black sexual games that were on the
market in the late twenty-first century.   Games back then
reflected sexual attitudes ranging from the benign to the
aggressively violent.  Although some of the games of the period
stereotyped Blacks as comical entertainers, many revealed an
intense white sexual hostility towards Blacks.  This sexual
hostility was legitimated, even celebrated, by making it appear
as if the Blacks depicted in the game enjoyed being sexualized. 
Many target games of the period portrayed the Black targets as
smiling broadly.  The unspoken of message of each game was that
Blacks felt no pain.   Therefore white players could indulge in
and enjoy aggressive sexual assaults on black of all ages because
no real pain was inflicted.

A popular carnival game of the time was called "Spunk the Coon"
in which a young black girl or a mature black woman would stick
her head through a canvas curtain that depicted a vagina, and
attempt not to get covered in jizm as the white male masturbated
on her face.  Black girls as young as three all the way up to
black women in their forties were recruited when the carnival
came to town.  Money was good for those black females who
volunteered for the game.

The target games found in traveling carnival shows, seashore
resorts and fairgrounds throughout the nation were among the most
sexually aggressive of all popular games.  One popular carnival
game which featured names like "Dump the Nigger," or "Coon Dip,"
or "Drop the Black Turd" did not require directly hitting a Black
person, but hitting the target device attached to a delicately
balanced plank upon which a Black person sat.  The target, if hit
squarely caused the sitter to be dumped into the tank below.  The
tank though was filled with pee and poop from the waste treatment
plant of community in which the carnival had set up.  It was
amusing to the white people observing the game to see black's
young and old, male or female, being dropped into the tank and
pieces of poop flying up out of the water.

The Ukeme Brown system of the twenty-first century was
undergirded by the following beliefs or rationalizations: Whites
were sexually superior to Blacks; Whites were intellectually
superior to Blacks in all important ways, including intelligence,
morality, and civilized behavior.   Humiliating sex must be used
to keep Blacks at the bottom of the racial hierarchy.

Tasheka was woken out of memories by the white secretary who
tapped her on the shoulder.

"They will see you now," she said simply and walked away, the
woman looked over her shoulder, "My cunt is anxiously awaiting
your tongue!"

Tasheka looked at the white woman as she walked away.  The woman
was wearing a short denim skirt that almost revealed her ass
cheeks.  She had on five inch black spiked heels and a pink
t-shirt.  Denim shorts and pink t-shirts were almost becoming the
dress code of women in Cherish Valley.

Tasheka walked into the chambers of the Board of Elders.  Tried
to remember what little she knew of the board.  The board
controlled everything in Cherish Valley.  She knew there were
nine elders on the board that decided everything of importance
within the Valley.

Nine old men sat in semi-circle in the room.  The elders sat
behind a mahogany bench about ten feet high.  As she walked into
the room she quickly noticed a set of foot prints in the middle
of the room and she figured that is where she should stand.

The nine old men were staring down at her.  Tasheka looked around
her.  She saw young white boys and girls in various states of
undress lounging around the room on sofas, love seats and day
beds.  Out of a side door came two mature black women wearing
sling shot bikinis, their breasts jiggling under the thin
material of the bikini.  Both women were carrying trays of milk
and cookies for the kids.

"Do you know why you are here?" asked the elder sitting in the
middle of the bench.

"No suh," replied Tasheka as she gulped hard.  She didn't know if
she should talk black or white.

"Are you a nigger?" asked the elder on the right side of the
bench.  The boys and girls twittered when the old man asked that.

"Yes suh," Tasheka replied as she glanced at the two black women
wearing the sling shot bikinis.  Both women, staring at Tasheka,
had smiles on their faces.  As one of the black women bent down
to serve a white boy the tray of cookies and milk the youngster,
who looked to be seven or eight years old, put his hand on the
woman's left ass cheek and patted it.

"Yes, Mrs. Roberts, even white kids are superior to blacks." The
elder on the far right side of the bench smirked.

"Do you know what the board does, Mrs. Roberts?" asked the elder
in the middle of the bench.

Tasheka realized that they were using her "white" name.  "No
suh," she replied.

An elder on the left side of the bench said, "The Board of Elders
serves in maintaining true white Christian doctrine and practice,
as set forth in Article II of the Cherish Valley by-laws."

Tasheka looked at the elder but didn't say anything.  She
wondered what they wanted.

"What we want to do Mrs. Roberts is bring back Ukeme Brown laws
but with our own interpretation.  You come highly recommended. 
We want you to set this up," the elder in the middle of the bench
said as he stared at Tasheka.

"UB laws, suh?" Tasheka asked with confusion on her face.  She
felt uncomfortable standing in front of the nine white men
staring at her.

"She's not the intelligent nigger we were told she was," said an
elder who sat to the right of the middle of the elder.

"Yes, Mrs. Roberts, those UB laws," the middle elder smiled.

"Yes, suh," Tasheka replied.

"We are not interested in the Jim Crow laws of the twentieth
century."  Another elderly board said.

"Yes suh," Tasheka said as she looked at the nine old men.

The elder continued, "When most white people think of Jim Crow
they think of laws which excluded the darkies from public
transport and facilities, juries, jobs, and neighborhoods.  We
are not interested in that.  What we are interested in Mrs.
Roberts is sex like the UB laws allowed in the twenty-first
century."

"Yes suh, eyes understant," Tasheka replied as she remembered
that the passage of the 13th, 14th, and 15th Amendments to the
old outdated Constitution had granted Blacks the same legal
protections as Whites.  In the mid twenty-first century those
Amendments were removed with the passage of the 40TH, 41ST and 42
Amendments.  Those three Amendments set up the Ukeme Brown laws
of black sexual humiliation.  With the wars of the early
twenty-second century the old Constitution was done away with. 
Blacks were given equal treatment again with whites.  Now the
board wanted to bring back Ukeme Brown laws and they wanted her
help.

"As you know the Board of Elders is the chief government
institution of Cherish Valley.  As such we can create whatever we
want.  We are going to create a Ministry of Black Humiliation,"
the middle seated elder smiled down at Tasheka.

Tasheka was still confused.

"We want you to head up this Ministry," the elder seated at the
end of the bench on the far left added.

Tasheka's clit jump and her adrenaline pumped and her heart rate
kicked up.

"We heard good things about you Mrs. Roberts, such as, that you a
good nigger, a cooperative nigger, and the type of nigger who is
willing to exploit her own race for her own ends."

"Thanks yous suh!" Tasheka said, "What am I supposed to do wit
dis Ministry?"

"We want you to reign in the haphazard humiliation of your
niggers in Cherish Valley.  Bring the sexual exploitation of
blacks under this new Ministry.  We want you to create the laws,
rules and regulations where it concerns black sexual humiliation.
 We want you to be responsible for the humiliation of your black
race within Cherish Valley.  We of course will approve those
laws, rules and regulations."

"Yes suh!"  Tasheka was excited at the prospect of starting a new
career.  Then a thought occurred to her.  "'cuse me suh.  But
what do we call dees new laws."

"You come up with the name, Mrs. Roberts.  The name should be
simple and easy to remember."

Tasheka nodded her head.  The name of the new laws she was to
create for these white men came to her.

"This new Ministry will report directly to us and nobody else,"
another elder said who was seated a couple seats down on the
right of the bench.

"Yes suh!" Tasheka smiled and relaxed a little bit.

"Additionally, this Ministry will be responsible for the
education of niggers ten years old and younger."

"Suh?" Tasheka asked the elder in confusion.

"It is the widely held belief of our white educational
scientist's that niggers need not be too educated.  That all
darkies with a fifth grade education are more subservient and
complacent with regards to humiliating sex."

"Yes suh," Tasheka replied.

The elder continued, "The Ministry will also be responsible the
sexual training of all blacks of all ages."

"Any age limit, suh?" Tasheka asked.  Tasheka had seen black kids
as young as three being sexually exploited by the white folks.

"That is correct Mrs. Roberts, from a new born black turd to an
old nigger in a wheel chair."

Tasheka nodded her head.

"The Ministry will be responsible for the sexual services of all
blacks within Cherish Valley.  I think that is known as
"pimping'?  Do you understand, Mrs. Roberts?"

"Yes suh, eyes would be responsible for pimping out the black
population of Cherish Valley." Tasheka said as she fidgeted with
hands in front of her.

"Very good, Mrs. Roberts," smiled the elder.  "Your Ministry is
responsible for the collection of monies for sexual exploitation
of blacks.  Twenty percent of that money is to be paid to us, ten
percent of the money is to be paid to the Valley government and
the other seventy percent is to be used anyway you determine."

"Yes suh!" Tasheka replied nodding her head.

"The Ministry of Black Humiliation will have the responsibility
for staffing paid positions within the Ministry.  You shall
recommend salaries and duties to us, and we shall review their
sexual performance annually in this room.  You have the authority
to take any action necessary to see that their responsibilities
are accomplished to our satisfaction."

"Yes suh!" Tasheka smiled.

"Remember, you are still a nigger and as such you are still
expected to partake in your sexual humiliation." The elder in the
middle of the bench smiled.

"Be here next month to set up the Ministry.  Figure out who you
will staff the Ministry with and most importantly, be ready to
submit new black sexual humiliation laws and regulations."  One
of the elders said as he waved Tasheka away.

*

Tasheka got into car and took a deep breath.  She had been
plucked from the college to run a ministry for the Board. 
Tasheka didn't catch it at the time but she remembered that the
elder sitting in the middle had said, "You come highly
recommended."  Tasheka wondered who had recommended her.  Well it
didn't matter now because she had accepted the job.  She would
exploit her race for the sexual gratification of the white folk
and make money that could bring wealth to the black community.

Tasheka licked her lips again.  The taste and smell of the pussy
she had licked ten minutes ago was still on her mouth.  She had
to hurry home and meet with the kids to tell them the good news.
Tasheka knew that life at home wouldn't change and that was ok
with her but she wouldn't have to work at the college anymore,
unless, she rented herself to them for some function.

Tasheka pulled into her driveway.  The neighborhood kids were
running up and down the street playing.  `Yes,' she thought.
`This was only going to get better.'

