A Big Day

"Oh, Brand, look..." Cheryl breathed, and handed her phone to her lover. Some message, or email, or... Brand read it, and wrapped his big bear arms around the white woman's slender frame.

"They'll need a bit of making up. It's going to be a big day tomorrow."

A Big Day tomorrow.

It was a big day tomorrow when Elaine and her mother were reluctantly escorted into an urban-oriented beauty shop. Air perfumed by lotions and dyes and sprays. Row upon multicolored row of fake nails, false eyelashes, weaves and wigs and extensions. And a light-skinned sales girl barely older than Elaine, adorned with some example of each product in the store, smiled as she rang up a couple overweight female customers.

"Tsk. Nigga, you gonna be lookin' fine tonight..." Sh-she proclaimed loudly, confidently, in her urban cadence. She -

Pluck

Cheryl manicured fingernails casually, absently p-plucked at the mutilated ends of Elly's nappy hair. Drawing the teenager's attention b-back to...

Oh god. Elaine swallowed, as Miss Cheryl selected and placed a lady's trimmer in her basket. The white woman stuck out her slender pinky finger, holding it in Elly's direction, like she expected the black girl to grab it. L-like a child, that might get lost. G-glancing furtively around, embarrassed... Elly held onto her white Mommy's finger. Shuffling behind her, following her...

Following her, n-not getting lost, as they walked all of ten feet. Closer to where Elaine's mother and Brand were browsing eyelashes. Closer to u-um... god... Miss Cheryl's next item.

The lady's razors.

Elly flinched, even before Miss Cheryl's gentle pinch found h-her nappy hair. The teenager pressed the front of her skirt, and -

Pluck

"Mommy and Daddy will decide which ones, Nessie." Brand was saying, "What do we think, the long sparkly ones? Or maybe - with little jewels? Those might be a bit of a classy look, for these two."

Even with her eyes squeezed tight-shut, Elly knew the lashes he was talking about looked wh-whorish.

"Oh, yes! Yes, those are perfect - perfect for grabbing attention. Look..." Cheryl held up the box of lashes, right next to her old boss's eyes - advertising them, displaying them a-and directed Elly to - "See? Your mom is going to be so pretty for you, Elaine."

The older negress blinked her eyes, next to her new lashes, and the teenager felt her stomach tie into a knot. She... she could see it.

"You are. You want to look pretty for her, don't you, Nessie?" Brand pressed.

The black mother and daughter avoided each other's eyes. Elly's mom licked her lips, and whispered a barely audible, "Y-yes. Yes, sir."

"I do."

She got a nice pat on her rear.

"And, Elly? Elly - hair." Miss Cheryl beckoned. She... she held out her pinky finger again, for the colored girl to take. "We know you like to look pretty for your mom, here."

G-god... Elly...

The teen swallowed, and Miss Cheryl waited. Not moving, until Elly took for finger, and let herself be led to row upon row of wigs, displayed on mannequin heads. Hair. She t-touched her own, and she touched one of theirs. Long, raven black hair. Wavy, and glossy, and -

"Human hair?" Brand turned the mannequin head around doubtfully, taking it from Elaine, and repeated, "Human hair... that seems like a bit of a step up, doesn't it Elly?"

The white man ruffled the nappy remnants of the black girl's ruined locks.

And Miss Cheryl artfully stifled a sweet little laugh. "Brand..."

She lightly swatted her boyfriend's muscled shoulder. "That's teasing..."

"That's... although... we wouldn't want to reward her with better hair than what she had on her head before cutting it off - Naughty." The piercing 'naughty' was suddenly directed Elaine's way, before Cheryl turned her attention back to the... "No, Daddy is right. This way, this way Elaine. What are these?"

Cheaper, gaudier wigs. Faker. Some brightly colored and punky, some rich and tall and blonde...

"Do you like curly, Elly? Or... straight?

"Um..." Elly...

"Your daughter isn't much of a straight girl, is she, Nessie?" Brand smirked.

The teen clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her palms. She - !

"This!" Cheryl exclaimed. "Look," She held up an afro, full of faux organic tangles and curls, and held it up to Elly's head - she led, she almost pushed Elly to stand beside her mom, and draped the wig over her head.

"It's like a mirror. They could be twins!"

Hours later at the mirror, sitting on the bathroom counter with her back against the mirror, Elly was crying. Crying big, salty tears.

"So much attention. It's okay, Sweetie," Miss Cheryl soothed.

'Attention'.

"So clean..."

Brand's 'attention' was in the form of spreading her legs - propping one leg up high while he carefully, meticulously, oh-so-so closely shaved away any sign of pubic hair trying to take root on her perfectly smooth pussy.

Cheryl's 'attention' was in the form of a vibrating electric shaver, shearing away the last of Elaine's hair. Stroking her cheek, telling her she was good, a good girl, a -

"So pretty... so clean..."

A p-pretty, a clean, clean girl as clumps and clumps and clumps of nappy, uneven black hair fell. Gently rubbing shaving cream into her head, Cheryl smoothly ran a fresh razor over Elly's sensitive skull, leaving a stripe of skin completely, utterly bare from top of her forehead to the nape of her neck.

"Hnk!" The colored girl suppressed a sob.

"Hug Mister Fluffy," Brand told her, and he gave the teenager's overexcited clitoris a tiny, tiny squeeze.

Elly hugged. Tight.

She hugged and squeezed her stuffed dog while D-Daddy cleaned her, left her young vulva perfectly clean, perfectly smooth - touching and sp-spreading -

"You're making noises, Elly. Suck your thumb - almost done."

God. Elly sucked. Elly hugged. And Elly cried.

"Baby smooth," Brand noted, s-stroking.

"Nessie!" Miss Cheryl called. "Nessie, almost done! Are you still outside? I hope you didn't run off!"

Cheryl ran the razor under warm water, and another stroke revealed another strip of bare skin. Bare, smooth black skin.

... Where young Elaine Lockley used to have hair.

A pawing scratch at knee height against the outside of the bathroom door indicated that Elaine's mother was still outside. Still waiting.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh, so much fun - so pretty Elly," The white woman paused a moment to do a single clap. Elaine's cheeks grew hollow with an extended, forceful suck of her thumb. She was just a doll, a fucking doll and plaything, a-a child -

Oh!

Cheryl kissed her.

Fuck.

Elly s-stopped bumping, and squeezing. Knots like fists slowly... slowly relaxed in her back. The white woman took her thumb out of her mouth, she thumbed Elaine's chin, and natural light pink lips, female lips, M-Mommy's lips...

Kissed hers.

"You're done, honey. You're so pretty," The white woman whispered, withdrawing, and she smiled into Elaine's eyes... stroking the colored girl's head, just above her ear...

Her bald, bare skin. Elly shivered, her lips and throat gulping like a fish underwater.

"Off the counter, Elaine." Brand helped her down, and t-toweled off her bare head. He... held, and touched, one of Elly's full, round brown boobs, and Elaine was sure - she was sure, just for a second, that h-he would kiss her. Even though Miss Cheryl said 'No' to that, sh-she was sure -

"Nessie - oop!" Cheryl opened the bathroom door inwards, and a kneeling nigger fell in with it. Flopping forward, barely catching herself, Elly's mother -

"Vah-nessa!" Cheryl clucked in exasperation. She... sighed, and shook her head ruefully.

"Vanessa," She began again sweetly, "There's someone I want you to meet. Elly - Miss Elly?"

"Mom?" Elly whispered.

The black woman kneeling in the floor, big eyes looking up, was still. Shock-still as an ebony statue - still except for one piece. Her tail - her fucking butt plug.

It moved. Her hips were completely motionless, yet feathery hairs waved as it oscillated with whatever action was going on with the anus it was planted in.

"It's okay, Nessie," Miss Cheryl nodded, "You can stand."

Elaine's mother stood, and...

"You can touch it."

Elaine's mother t-touched - her long trembling, fingers touched the teen's bald head. Tentatively, almost unbelieving.

"Oh, Elly..." Tears mirroring Elaine's own jumped into her mom's eyes. "Oh, my baby..."

"I'm sorry. I'm so suh-sorry, Mom," Elaine cried, without knowing why. Just, that her mom had always made sure... for years and years and... her mother had always loved her hair. Loved her, loved her hair - she had picked it and styled it and touched it... she had cared. She had really, r-really -

"Oh... oh, Mom!," Elly folded. She collapsed, into her mother's arms.

Into her mother's warm, naked body.

"It's okay. It's okay, baby," The negress held Elaine. She held her daughter's bare bald head between her breasts, letting her cry. Her warm, pillowy breasts. Soft, jiggly warmth enveloped Elaine, comforting her smooth, bald skin, and sending a little electric jolt from the crying girl's skull, down her spine, all the way down, down t-to...

"Ooh..."

Kisses. A mother's kisses topped the back of Elaine's head. Warm, w-wet...

"Brand?" Cheryl whispered, behind Elaine, and...

"Let them play," Brand whispered back. "Let them - ah..."

Behind the black girl came an unmistakable, sharp zipping sound, and a female hand g-gripped Elly's butt.

Miss Cheryl's thumb pulled, and stretched, opening the teenager up.

"Put it in her, Daddy," The white woman's voice was suddenly lower. Huskier. She - fuck. Fuck!

She spread Elaine, and guided Brand's fat penis to the entrance of the colored girl's needy teenage pussy.

"Mom?" Elly looked up, chin nestled in the crevasse of her mother's breasts. Eyes wide, raised eyebrows wrinkling her forehead - "Mo-Mmm!"

She gasped, and groaned, as she w-w-was entered.

"Nobody expects you not to cum, Sweetie."

Stretched, and filled by the older man's white dick, and Miss Cheryl... Mommy's hand traveled along the length of her body. Up her back, her side, pausing to dip under and squeeze and t-toy with her hanging tits... up the nape of her neck, nails trailing u-up, up her bare skull, and...

"Cum, Sweetie."

WHAP!

She slapped the back of Elaine's head.

Fuck! Fuck! "Fuh-UCK!" Elly swore. Screamed. Sh-shook. Slapped, and pushed down her mother's body - and pushed in with Brand's cock, she instantly, explosively, violently -

"Oh my God - look at her go! Brand!" Cheryl giggled excitedly. Still gripping Elly's skull, Cheryl pushed her face a-and her sensitive head all up against her mother's bush. "She's cumming. Ew - she likes it!"

Elly could barely hear. Fuck - fucked from behind, and pushed in, h-her mom, her mother was saying something. Protesting...

"Cheryl - M-Miss, I can't... we - she can't - "

"Monkey." Cheryl's voice was a hard, hard edge. Not playful, not teasing. Not asking.

And Elly's mom immediately, reflexively parted her thick brown thighs, and the black girl's smooth head slipped right in.

Into sensual, slick, sick wet warmth. Stuck in the claustrophobic space, face smooshed against the wall, trapped against her mother's stupid, furry tail with her head surrounded by arousal and flesh and b-

"Mmf-ow!"

Bumping into the wall with each slow, firm fuck from behind, she -

Hump.

She got a horrifying, grinding, hump from above.

"Oh, God. Elly..." Her mother groaned from above. Tightening her thighs, preventing escape.

Hump.

Hairy humped from above. Bumped - "Ngh!" Bumped into the wall by Brand - fuck! Fucking her. Elaine scrambled for purchase, for any, any bit of control. Her hand found her mother's hip, then her hand found...

Cheryl.

Miss Cheryl guided her hand and slipped it into her satin panties. Against her tight, tight white pussy.

And, fuck, Elly rubbed it. While her mom g-grinded against her bald head, while Brand fucked her face into the wall, she bit her mother's tail and caressed Miss Cheryl's flower - used, fucked and humped from every angle.

"Brand... Mister Barrington, she's doing it." Miss Cheryl announced happily, and she gripped... groped Elaine's chest, tweeking at her erect nipple. "I'm doing it!" Unabashedly happy. Unabashedly, somehow -

"I'm proud. I'm so proud of you, Miss Thompson," Brand responded without a hint of shame, balls deep in the teen girl. He -

WHAP!

He slapped Elly's ass. He bumped her forehead against, and -

whap!

Cheryl, Miss Cheryl gave a little reciprocating slap to Elaine's tit.

WHAP!

He...!

whap!

She...!

Hump.

Fucking - "Mnn!!" Mom!

Crying, fucking sobbing, bumped and humped and bruised, Elaine stomped her foot and peeled back her lips, teeth clamping into the soft fur of her mother's fucking doggie tail -

Without warning, without any lubrication except her own gushing arousal, Brand suddenly switched holes.

"Ghh-Nn!"

The violated teen girl fucking screamed through her clenched teeth. The veins in her neck turned into steel cords, and she pushed, pushed to escape, pushed up against her mother's pussy - lifting the older negress to her tip toes, and yanking, she yanked the tail right out of her mother's butthole.

"Fuck, Nigger!" Her mom -

"NNN-hnk!" Hands - berserk black hands wrapped around Elaine's neck from above, so tight that her pained, o-orgasmic scream was instantly silenced, replaced with silver stars jumping into her vision.

The hands jerked, and slapped Elly's head upwards.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck - fuh-UCK!!"

The young negress's shiny bald head was suddenly pistoned - slap-slap-slap-slap-SLAPPING into her mother's hairy, sloppy old pussy. Elly twitched, and squirmed, and shuddered and clenched her sphincter on the white dick stretching her - and her mother, her fucking mother...

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Above Elaine, the black woman cried out the dregs of her own aftermath, cradling the back of Elly's abused head with her hands. Holding it fast and still with her thighs.

Still... god, still humping an aftermath of tiny little humps. Gently bumping Elly's sweat and cum drenched forehead against the wall.

"Holy shit, Vanessa!" Brand laughed, and thrust his dick balls deep into Elly's reamed little anus - pumping something s-sticky and warm into the trembling teenager.

"Are you okay?" The white man asked.

Okay? O-okay? E-Elly...

"Yes," Cheryl responded.

Oh. Not her.

"Yes, Dear. I'm fine. I'm almost..."

Not Elly.

"Almost..." Fuck. Elaine had almost forgotten her hand - had almost completely lost connection with it. Miss Cheryl was still holding her wrist, just... just kind of using the black girl's limp palm and fingers.

Using her.

"There," Cheryl sighed, and shivered out a quiet, dignified little orgasm on Elly's palm. "There, oh! There." She pinched Elly's wrist between finger and thumb, and quickly extracted... and discarded the brown appendage. Letting it drop.

Elly dropped with it. Elly sank.

... Tried to drop. Tried to sink. But a strong, strong hand held her hip, held her rear in the air, keeping her legs from giving out.

"Sorry... sorry, baby..." Elaine's mother whisper-mumbled above her. Still moving her hips, still swaying her hips in little circles, sliding her slick, hairy pussy lips o-over her daughter's -

"Nessie." Brand interrupted, his voice flat, his hand still supporting Elly. Supporting her from her tummy, keeping her full-up butt upright.

"Sorry..." God... the feeling of p-pussy rubbing Elly's head...

"Nessie! Move!" Brand repeatedly snap-snapped repeatedly his fingers, breaking through the haze. "Your daughter needs clean up."

"Sorry - oh! S-sorry!" The negress's thighs suddenly released Elly's head, and -

Thump!

The teen girl's bald head thumped into the cream-colored hallway wall.

"Sorry!" Elly's mother scrambled, swinging her leg over her daughter's head, and stumbling around back of Elaine. Her plush negroid lips connected with the black girl's throbbing sphincter, and Elly... ew. Sh-she -

"No!" Elly's world whirled. Instinctively clenching her butthole, she was lifted away from her mother's waiting lips, spun away and up by Brand, helped to steady by Cheryl, and -

Whap!

Brand struck Elaine's kneeling mother, open palm, upside her afro.

"Christ, Vanessa - bad eat! You know Elly hasn't had a clean up there since this morning! You wanna get sick?"

"But - !" Elly's mother wiped her lips, "You said, a-at work, nuh-... nuh-... nig-... n-nigg- !"

"Yes - Nigger!" Cheryl scolded.

Nigger. E-Elly felt her insides churn. She -

Cheryl absently, seemingly without paying attention, guided the teen's palm around her backside and slapped Elly's palm in place. C-covering Elaine's poor, sore butthole, while her attention remained laser focused on her former boss.

"What do you think is up there that you'd be eating, Nessie?! That's ish! Ish, icky, ew!" The white woman punctuated each exclamation with a firm finger bop to the older black woman's nose.

"I swear..." She stalked off with Brand, Elly in tow - back into the bathroom, "I swear, if Mommy and Daddy weren't here to take care of you two little monkeys..."

Elaine's m-monkey legs were like wet noodles. And her butt - if Miss... if Mommy hadn't put her hand back there, t-to help hold it in...

She wouldn't have made it.

She barely made it.

She plopped down on the commode, and realized for the first time that she somehow still had her mother's tail clenched between her teeth. S-sucking in her own drool, the metal anal bulb dangled from one corner of her mother's, and the end swayed from the other.

"Not yours. Down, Elly - put it down." Brand instructed.

Elly's mouth shamefully lolled open. With a finger and thumb pinch Miss Cheryl gingerly took it, and tossed the dirty thing into the sink.

Elly's used, discarded hand twitched sympathetically.

"Oh, we missed a spot shaving!" The white woman frowned. She p-plucked at Elaine's slick skull, and -

"Op, nope! That's just her mother - still trying to do her girl's hair," She laughed, and held up her index finger in front of Elaine's glazed, cried-out, cummed-out eyes. Stuck to the tip of her finger, barely in focus, was a long, curly black hair. A pubic hair.

Her mother's pubic hair.

It floated down with Miss Cheryl's finger, probing at the black girl's lips.

Lips that Elly sucked in, and licked, and... opened. Open lips, eyes averted, Elly felt her tongue unfurl - she accepted the sticky, wiry strand in, and sw -

"H-kuh..."

Swallowed.

"Nessie!" Brand called. "Nessie, we found something you can clean!" Dread twisted Elly's tummy as she heard her mother's bare feet on the tile floor. She refused to look over, to see her ape-y mother lumber towards her. Brown tits swaying, areola stiff with excitement with some stupid, reflexive, stupid apology on her lips. Elly fingered her forehead and the bridge of her nose where she had been d-dropped into the damn wall -

"Your mom is going to have to take a look at this mess she's made. Nessie?"

A broad tongue touching down wiped the pout from Elaine's face. The colored girl's hands found her knees and squeezed a-as the wet, obscene muscle licked her - from behind her ear to the top of her head. Her s-sensitive head - smooth from shaving and raw from humping and slick, slick with female cum. Shivers shot up Elly's spine, she straightened and m-m-m -

"Mah-ah..." Moaned. Moaned from her mouth, and Brand's emission drooled into the toilet below her - suddenly and fully released.

A teardrop hit Elly's bald head, just adding t-to the mix. The mess, that was in and on her abused, throbbing skull. And Cheryl -

Cheryl - f-fuck, between the broad... long... wet licks to Elly's sensitive scalp, Miss Cheryl plucked another sticky, discarded pubic hair from the black girl's head.

"All clean. It's a big, big day tomorrow," Miss Cheryl affirmed, and p-popped the pube into poor Elly Lockley's waiting, slavering mouth.