Asian Persuasion

"Yahh..." Hannah leaned back in her office chair, straightening and stretching her whole body, cat-like, at the cubicle desk.

"Mm!" The Asian girl happily squirmed, yawning a sleepy, satisfied yawn - back of her hand covering her mouth.

Stifling a reciprocal, exhausted yawn of her own, Elaine had had just about enough.

"It's just so hard, to keep it to myself. You know?" Hannah sighed.

It had been all god damn morning with her.

"Well, do keep trying," Elly muttered sarcastically - and cringed, anticipating punishment. A-anticipating... her b-breakdown had left her... she smoothed her too-short schoolgirl skirt. God, her hair, h-her -

"Oh, I am, dear Elaine." The Asian girl murmured sweetly.

Elly's poor smart-girl brain kept turning - feelings of where she'd been... what she'd done...

"I learned a lot, last night," Hannah happily continued.

Last n-night.

"... About a lot of things. Interested?"

"No..." Elly whispered, inaudible.

"Interested, Elly?" Hannah repeated, not taking her former classmate's silence for an answer.

"No."

"I'm not." For the thousandth time, the colored girl absently pulled at her too-short skirt. Pressed the front i-in, before snatching her hand away. "I'm so, so d-... just... just mind your own business!"

Tense muscles, gathering herself, telling the other girl - if Elly could j-just maintain, Hannah would shut up. She would. She'd shut her nasty little mouth, she'd shut, shut -

One arched eyebrow broke Elaine immediately.

"Please," Elly whined, banging her black-girl knees together.

And Hannah smiled wide. Hannah knew she was weak.

"Oh, but I should tell you..." The Asian girl teased, momentarily looking past Elly. Focusing on the glories of her previous night. "I should really tell you. It kind of concerns you."

Elly would have covered her ears, if she dared. Her cold ears, no longer brushed by her hair - her poor, poor hair.

"... I think we might see each other tonight, too. Things kind of... they move fast, sometimes, you know?" Hannah faux-sighed, playing up her newly attained feminine wisdom. "Like, feelings, too, when you're intimate. I - "

She clicked something, on her computer. Biting her soft, pink bottom lip - scraping it with her teeth...

"It's so... new, having a boyfriend. Fast. My mother never let me even date in high school. And, finding a guy like him... single..."

Elly's own boyfriend... she remembered. She remembered how fast, and impossible it had seemed at first.

How perfect, how fast, with her new 'boyfriend', too. 'Daddy'. Piercing gray eyes, tall, unlike anything she had imagined - powerful, self-assured.

Controlling.

She'd drank piss from his fucking penis.

"It feels amazing. His bitch ex must have been really stupid. Not appreciating him. You know?"

"I-I know," Elly whispered, heart broken.

"I know," Elly whispered, all alone.

"Oh, well." Hannah shrugged. "There's karma for people like that, I think. We have a way of getting what we deserve, don't we, Elly?"

The black girl nodded. Feeling more than hearing the words, barely noting that her rival had stepped closer, that they were almost touching, that narrow black eyes were roaming her face, searching her feelings, the chopped-hair, piss-drinking young negress n-nodded. "Yes, Miss Hannah."

The Asian girl shifted around, and behind Elaine, in one smooth motion. A little ninja step, with her head tilted away - barely revealing a mysterious smirk behind her curtain of glossy black hair.

Triumph.

"Come on." A soft, warm hand caught Elaine's wrist, and twirled her.

"Come, Little Elly," Miss Hannah commanded - smart phone in one hand, black girl in the other.

Fuck.

"Wh-where...?" Pulled along, Elly stumbled after her former rival - her cheap, short black heels, her gray outfit...

A cheaper copy of what Cheryl had worn the previous day. That's what was so familiar about it.

"Where are we go- "

"Hush," Miss Hannah interrupted.

Elaine could feel the other girl's renewed smirk when she opened her mouth in retort... and promptly shut her colored lips, mashing them tight. A corridor, a hallway, a blur of offices, and after familiar turn around a familiar corner Hannah finally freed Elly's wrist.

Almost like it was by design, a door opened.

"Oh... ladies." A scrawny young guy with a pockmarked face held the door to the supply office, waiting for the teens to pass.

T-too close, Elly squeezed by the man while he leered openly at her cleavage - more than a little revealed by her too-tight white button-up.

"Girls!" An excited, chipper female voice -

Jenny.

The guy left, leaving Elly and Hannah alone with the office supply manager.

Miss Jenny.

"This is just a treat!"

Black-haired, like Hannah, and only a little taller - but her skin was pale white, and her body nicely filled out, where the Asian girl was only a little more than flat. Cheerful red lips stood out on her pleasingly proportioned round face, and... and just like the one time Elly had seen her before, Miss Jenny's bust was confidently displayed.

"Mwah!" Hannah got a casual kiss to her cheek, and Elly -

"Mwah!" E-Elly, breasts momentarily pressed against the tip-toed twenty-something's cleavage, got her kiss - right on her surprised lips.

"Thank god, I was sooo bored. That guy always overstays. How many times do I have to roll my eyes to get one perv to leave?"

Miss Jennifer sighed.

"He comes here, like, every day. Pens, extra staples, any stupid nick-knack he can think of..."

"Men. You probably know all about that, right? Hannah?" Jenny went on, bombarding the teens without pause. J-Jesus - fiddling with Elly's clothing like she was a doll, talking all the while.

"Uh - " Hannah...

"Um..." Taken aback, Hannah was suddenly the same timid schoolgirl that she used to be. That Elly so-vaguely remembered. "M-Miss Jenny - "

"Just 'Jenny'," The white woman replied, waving a ringed hand. "For you, Hannah."

She winked at poor, black Elly - hands still fiddling, adjusting the colored girl's attire...

D-drifting, too much. Kind of... squeezing.

"Jenny. We just - I got an email. Um, Miss, um, Thomas needed some space - some extra space. She didn't want - her meeting is in, like, a-a moment, and..."

"Of course." Miss Jenny waved a dismissive hand. "That girl. Why, back in college, whenever there was an exam, she - " The black-haired woman's eyes suddenly widened, as if looking at Elly for the first time.

At her face. Not her body, or her bust.

"What did you do to your hair?!" Miss Jenny exclaimed - ow! P-pulling! "Elly!"

Before Elaine even had a stuttering, stumbling chance of explaining herself, Jenny was looking to Hannah - to explain for her.

"What did this stupid, stupid child do to her hair?"

Hannah s-smiled. She didn't even try to hide her smile.

"She, um, said she got, like, gum in it when she was sleeping." Some of the nerves were gone from the Asian girl's voice. Even her tone became more haughty, and looking right at Elly, repeating the lie the black girl had told... "Is that right, isn't it, Elly? Gum?"

"Uh..." Elly...

Jenny plucked at the teenager's , springing and fluffing her nappy curls -

"No...!" The white woman gasped. "But why is it so uneven - and messy?"

"Well..." Focused on Elaine again, catty cruelty glimmering in her eyes, Hannah adopted an even more regal tone. "The little dummy tried to cut it out herself. Can you believe that? Without anyone seeing - trying to hide it, she was so ashamed." The Asian girl embellished on the lie Elly had told her. "But the scissors got all gummed up, making it worse and worse - just a sticky, gummy old morning mess."

Miss Jenny laughed outright, pressing her body and face too close to Elaine, p-plucking -

"M-Miss..." Elly...!

"Of course. I can just picture it now!" Miss Jenny exclaimed. "She really is just a naughty little child, isn't she?"

The fingers casually exploring, distressingly plucking at Elaine turned to her chin, angling her miserable brown face. "But, why didn't she wear a wig? Don't you black girls always have wigs around? This... it looks positively ratchet!"

Jesus! One more nit picky hair pull, and E-Elly was going to - !

"Elaine?" M-Miss Hannah asked. "Wig?"

"Oh!" E-Elly - she didn't own... her mother had some - "I-I-I... Miss Cheryl said..."

More hair pulls, chin prods - Miss Jenny was just p-pulling Elly's head this way and that, like the black girl was a damn doll.

"She said I needed, f-for a day, t-to keep..." Concentrating, frowning, picked on and picked at - "To, um... t-to learn..."

"It's a little lesson for Elly," Hannah finished, smirking alongside Miss Jenny. Two fucking peas in a p-pod. "About consequences, and asking for help. Not just doing, when we're not sure. Right, Elly?"

"Ye-ess..." Elly hated, loathed the angsty whine scratching through her voice. Sh-she -

"Well." Miss Jenny stopped. Her poking, pulling, prodding fingers finally dropped, and Elaine almost sobbed in pathetic relief.

"Well, still, I think she can be spruced up a bit." The shorter white woman pulled out a massive eye roll. "Anything would spruce a girl looking like this up a bit - just blame me if Cheryl asks. Come on."

'Come on' meant more leading. Miss Jenny in front, and Hannah behind, taking the negro girl between them through the entry to Miss Jennifer's walk-in supply closet.

"I don't have any fashion supplies to loan out, but maybe there's a nice mop head," Jenny smiled behind her shoulder.

Mop head? E-Elly flattened her plucked-loose nappy hairs, not... Miss Jenny was teasing.

"Something clean, of course, and not too frayed. A nice mop head, or, paper binders..."

Just t-teasing.

Miss Jennifer grabbed a fist-sized box of paper binders from among the rows of shelves, and opened it.

Shit.

"Oh, wow!" Hannah exclaimed, eyes shining. "Um... wow."

"Just a little bit of beauty time. All of us girls need that, don't we?" Miss Jenny tittered in her high-pitched voice, picking out a clip, b-bringing it towards Elly's nappy little cut-up afro. "Let's make our gummy-head girl pretty again."

Unconsciously, self-consciously holding her ugly hairdo to her head...

"That's... stop!" Elaine backed her butt into a metal shelf. "I - m-my hair is fine! I-it - !"

"Oop!" Jennifer tutted. "No whining! Or the next clips are going right on those big, flappy, black girl lips!"

A threatening black clamp hovered near Elly's mouth, emphasizing the threat... and snapped shut.

Just like her f-flappy, dumb mouth.

"Good girl." With a pat to the side of her boob, the first clip went in... and hung down, unfurling Elly's natural curls under it's weight.

"Oh, wow," Hannah repeated herself, practically dumbstruck. Staring at her high school superior get dressed up with office clips in her hair.

Clip.

"Mhh..." Elly groaned, b-biting her lip. She should s-stop -

"There's a pretty girl," Miss Jenny cooed in her annoying high-pitched voice. Another clip.

Stop! "S-nh!"

Clip.

Every binder clip snapping shut, shut Elaine's mouth again. Placed in no discernible pattern, Jenny was j-just -

Another snap shut, and Elly winced. Her poor hair roots. H-her -

"And, to match, there's these bare, stick-out ape ears."

"Wha- ?!" Before she could properly react, th-think of a reaction, Elly's earlobe was subjected to a hard, numbing sting.

"Ow!" She - ! "O-ow!"

"No whining, Elly!" Hannah snapped, seemingly on reflex - and got a firm, approving nod from Miss Jenny.

"No whining," The supply manager agreed, and turned Elaine's head for another, painful ear clip.

"Last one. If you're good. So - shush it." L-last... Jenny's high pitched authority...

"Mh!"

"Much better!" Christ - Jennifer flicked one of the black girl's ridiculous metal ear adornments, drawing out an anguished whimper. "Very stylish, don't you think?" Miss Jenny turned her head to her companion in Elly's torment.

"Oh, wow, yeah." Hannah responded with a pronounced eye roll. "Like, um, yeah."

"And, practical, too!" Jennifer clapped, excited at her own hair-brained doings. "Just imagine! If you, or anyone, needs a little binder, they can just pluck one off Little Elly's noggin!" Ouch!

Taking a few healthy strands of Elly's thick hair with it, Miss Jenny -

"Boop! Need a clip? Take one - just like that!"

Hannah stifled a giggle. And, spurred on, Jenny continued her idiotic fucking comedy routine.

"Heck, just passing her by in the hallway - Boop!" God! Hairs y-yanked free of Elly's head - !

"Paper binders all around!" Jenny announced.

Hannah laughed.

"Let's see..." Turning her attention to a shelf, Jenny opened another box, flipping it open with a practiced flick of her wrist. "Markers! A couple Sharpies down her front - these massive melons have got to be useful for something."

Feeling more like an object, a hapless, helpless object by the second, E-Elly stood while Jenny manipulated her breasts. Unbuttoning the young negress's tight white top further, Jenny looked... "There..." Looked deep into poor Elly's eyes while she thumbed the teen's stiff nipples, and slid markers - slim, different colored permanent markers into her cleavage.

"There!" The supply manager smiled happily.

A veritable rainbow of marker heads poked out of the crevasse of Elly's breast flesh.

"Think of how much easier my job will be, if all the little things just get passed out. Good lord - we actually made the lump here useful!"

Hannah's delicately tanned face was practically red with suppressed laughter, bursting at the ridiculous sight her one-time rival presented.

"Please!" The poor black girl finally - "This is... Stop!" Elly shouted, actually shouted - !

Without missing a beat, a paper binder flashed in front of Elly's lips, leaping at her face and shutting its metal mouth like a little piranha.

"I... " Miss Jenny hadn't backed up from Elly's outburst - not an inch. Hannah had, but... but, she just looked angry. No longer laughing, maybe mad that Elly h-had startled her - "Please. I m-mean, please stop t-teasing. Please..."

"What did I say about those nasty black girl lips? Hmm?" Oh - oh god. The bullied b-black girl held her... held her mouth. Both hands, she -

She noticed, too late, that Jenny had snaked a hand under her skirt, and up.

Hooking one white finger under the elastic band of little girl-bullied Elly's soaked white panties, Miss Jenny pulled them down.

"Eep!" Elaine squeaked through her hands. Panicked breaths held no oxygen - she sucked and blew into her own sweaty palms -

"Nasty, nasty black lips." A paper binder snapped shut in Elly's face. "... Need to get clamped closed."

Hannah had finally stopped laughing. Almond eyes as wide as they could go, she stared.

The Asian girl swallowed.

"Your panties are so wet. Do you have a little leak down there?" Miss Jenny's high-pitched voice accused. "Do we need to shut it?"

"_M-m_no!" Shit. Shit!

"Oh? No leak?" A finger strummed the elastic of Elly's wet panties. "Are you lying?"

"Y-yes! No!" Elly didn't... couldn't - Christ! Jenny ran the smooth business end of the binder clip u-up the colored girl's thighs, threatening a pinch to Elaine's most tender flesh w-with every inch...

"Fibbing?" Miss Jenny asked. "Like your mom?"

"No. No, don't..." Elaine's clipped hair and sore ears quivered with her whispered protest. Sh-she -

"Please..."

"Shh..." Caressed by metal, threatened b-by -

"Plea-mm..." Elly got kissed. Jesus! Christ - Jenny opened the clip. Elly felt it open, and hover over her clit, and heart thumping wildly -

Elly kissed back. Her best, trying her best, she felt the metal maw slowly close - a whisper away from her screaming little nub.

"That's a 'sorry'," Jenny's whisper touched Elaine's quivering lips. "Say 'sorry'."

"I'm sorry. I-I'm..." The black girl had only a moment to babble, to plead with Miss Jenny, to get shushed b-before she was guided in front of Hannah.

Hannah. Standing like a doe in headlights.

"Um..." The Asian girl began uncertainly.

Elly kissed her. While Jenny controlled her from behind - while cruel metal slipped up... and down her twitching, scared slit, Elaine kissed her slim rival. Her mouth. Her... so sweet, and responsive... Hannah's lips and teeth held, cradled, s-sucked on Elaine's pillowy lips - molding the girls together in a moment of uncertain teenage love.

"Ugh!" Hannah's face twisted in disgust, and the black girl's world stumbled, shook, and almost toppled.

Elly got pushed. Hard.

"What are you - ! Ukh!" Hannah stuck out her tongue, scraping it with her fingers, and wiped her lips on her sleeve. "G-gross! Elly!"

"Oh, honey." Miss Jenny stepped in, plucking the sharpies from between Elly's breasts. "I'm sorry! She got a little carried away..."

"She?! I'm not - !" Hannah started, fire blazing in her black eyes. And... she stopped.

Hannah smoothed her outfit, coal-black eyes burning. Angry.

"It's-it's fine."

Ashamed.

"I-I'm not... like that. We'd better go."

Miss Hannah grabbed Elaine by the elbow, taking her, muttering, "I'm not - not like that."

"Honey... Hannah - " Miss Jenny never got a chance to finish.

"We'd better go." Hannah repeated, and she roughly, almost absently grabbed and dragged Elaine through the supply door -

"H-Hannah!" Elly protested. P-panties around her ankles, hair a mess of clicking metal binders - dragging her feet, Elaine was practically carried by the smaller girl's fury-born strength - away, out into... into the hallway - !

"Pull your fucking skirt down! Pull your fucking panties up!" Hannah hissed, yank- ow! Yanking the black girl along by her already traumatized ea-ear!

"I... Hannah..." Miss Hannah! Stupid -

"M-Miss! Please!" Elly whined, picking at her panties, fixing her skirt - ow-Ouch! Her fucking ear!

"I-I didn't want to!" The black girl squealed into the hallway - stumbling, dragged by her stretched out ear while picking at her panties. "She made me!"

Hannah barked a short, humorless laugh, and slapped her cell phone against her thigh. "Jesus fucking Christ. You..."

"Shut up. Shut those flapping, dumb lips until - just shut the fuck up."

Elly shut up. Panties in place, she shut her eyes - she childishly placed her hands over them, unwilling to see... whoever was looking at her, whoever saw -

A door opened, and Elaine was literally pushed through. S-stumbling, blind -

"What was that?!" Hannah half-whispered, half-screeched, before the door was even fully closed behind them.

"Elly, what was that?" In Miss Cheryl's office, Elaine found herself confronted by pure rage in a body too tiny to contain it. "What did... do...?"

It was frightening. "I-I..." Utterly frightening.

"I don't..." Elly licked her lips. Hannah's lips... somehow she could still feel the Asian girl's lips - firm with shock, and tingling with warmth.

"Miss Jenny - " E-Elly didn't... "I-it was her - "

"You think I'm, like, g-gay or something?"

No! Elly shook her head, closed her eyes and sh-shook -

WHAP!

Fuck!

In a single blow, Hannah finished knocking off the clip that she had half-pulled from Elly's ear, walking the black girl back. Reeling, throbbing, Elaine was almost shocked when she dabbed her earlobe and didn't fine blood.

"You think I'm - ?! Ugh!"

"N-no," Elaine whimpered. She... she wasn't g-gay, either. She...

"Well, I'm not!" Hannah stomped her little Asian feet in fury. It would almost have been comical, if every movement didn't make Elaine flinch, and fear. "I-I'm not! You're the fucking pervert!"

"N-nigger!"

Nigger.

Elly swallowed. Speechless. H-hurt. Even after... after everything.

Nigger.

"Don't look at me like that," Miss Hannah whispered, her quiet voice tight with emotion. Shiny, straight black hair rippled... Hannah shook her head.

"Not me, you did this," Hannah accused - touching the sweet triangle where her legs met, through her skirt.

"This! Elly... you kissed me!"

Elly couldn't have... wouldn't have... everything was turned upside down. Hannah turned upside down.

Hannah dropped her phone, letting it land on the thick office carpet.

Hannah lifted her skirt with one hand, and pressed down on Elaine's shoulder with the other.

Guiding her down.

"I... we... M-Miss Jenny - " Elly black-girl-babbled, sinking under Hannah's steady pressure, while the Asian girl revealed... everything. Slowly, shyly, Hannah worked down her panties, and revealed her insecurity.

"Down here." Hannah informed her. "I-it's not perfect like..."

W-wow. Elly glanced up... and returned her gaze to the oriental flower in front of her. Long, meaty pink lips hung, dangling obscenely in front of Hannah's speechless classmate. Her office inferior.

"Why?!" Miss Hannah croaked desperately. Conflicted eyes searched Elly's face. "Why would you do that? Wh-wh-why would M-Miss Jenny t-try..."

Except for a small, try-hard trimmed strip of soft pubic hair extending vertically above Miss Hannah's slit... it was all bare. Every bit of her excessive female genitalia was exposed, and hanging.

"Look!" Pulled even closer - Elly couldn't have been looking much harder. Her crossed eyes transfixed on the feminine folds hanging in front of her face.

And then those hanging, soft lips slapped the kneeling young negress, right in the bridge of her nose.

"What!" Pulled by her hair!

"Were!" Hips, thrust right at her.

"You!" Spp! "Thinking?!" Elly gasped, and groaned, her nose enveloped by Hannah's wet curtains, ground in, slapped into place.

Into Miss Hannah's sweet Asian pussy.

"I'm sthor-rry..." Her tongue - speaking sent ripples of female taste shivering along Elly's taste buds. Hannah pulled the negro teen's sore ears, pulled her in more, hurt her -

A-and the black girl instinctively... taste on her tongue, smacked and pulled and ears and scalp throbbing in pain...

Her wet brown eyes pleaded up, to meet Hannah's eyes, to tell the abusive girl to stop... while her tongue flicked inside her rival.

"Sorry?" Ow! T-twisted more... hurt - ! "Sorry for what?"

F-for kissing... slurping...

"... Sorry for being the dumbest fucking nigger in the whole god damn school?"

Oh, Christ. With a quick, involuntary flex of her thighs, Elly's black butt bumped against her heels. Hard.

"Sorry for aping and hooting all over the tennis court?" Christ! B-bumping - ouch! Hannah slapped the back of Elly's head, setting her face and tongue slithering along the Asian girl's curtains, b-back and forth while she humped her own feet, the f-fucking floor, h-her... stop...!

"Y-you fucking monkeys shouldn't even be allowed to compete." Stretching, straining her long tongue - "Y-you - AHH!"

Oh, shit.

"That - that's my butthole!"

Elly hadn't... she hadn't meant t-to tickle Hannah's tiny brown star. She j-just -

"How - !"

Sorry! Disengaging herself, retreating, l-looking up with her frightened, pussy-glazed black face E-Elly -

"Sorr- !"

Whap!

A paper binder struck Elaine's skull, as the back of the black girl's head got smacked - slapping her head back into place.

Into the exotic, hanging folds of her former classmate's teen pussy.

"How is your tongue even long enough to do that??"

"_f_I..." Speaking i-into... into Miss Hannah's most intimate parts...

"I felt it inside me!" There was no way Elly's firm little probe actually penetrated - "You sick little lesbian!"

Hannah didn't sound upset, though. Or confused. She didn't stutter...

Hannah turned, and presented the full of her moon to Elaine Lockley. Her pale butt, and drooping pink sex.

"Is that what you want?" Confident... somehow confident, the Asian girl gave her own firm buttocks a little smack.

"Kiss-ass," She mocked. "Kiss my ass."

Elly, humiliated, no longer... no longer humping, no longer buried in sweet pussy, h-hesitated. She... gently, reluctantly, gave a pursed-lip kiss to the inside of Hannah's crack. Just to the side of her new boss's winking butthole.

"Is this how you got your fucking grades?" Wrinkling her nose, her grades...? Elly planted another kiss, on the other side. Inside the smooth crack of Hannah's taut Asian ass.

Elaine had worked her butt off for... she had simply worked for every bit of her high school grades.

"Answer..." Miss Hannah swallowed. "Answer me. You probably kissed the ass of every teacher we had."

"N-no!" Ew! Elaine recoiled. Flashes of her teacher's faces, beloved and mediocre, o-old and - "I - "

Whap!

Spinning half around, a backhand whipped Elly high on her cheek, instantly darkening her brown skin.

"Shut your lying face!" Hannah hissed - honestly angry at Elly interrupting her fantastic lie. "That was you!"

Fucking - ! Elly opened her mouth, ready to -

"Mmp!" Hair pulled on either side, she got firmly imbedded deep into Hannah's asscrack.

"That's who you..." Hannah murmured, circled her butt, grinding it into her humiliated rival's injured face.

"You can come out when you're ready to tell the truth!"

Fuck! Painfully pressed into... hair pulled face smooshed, her fucking nostrils flexing against Hannah's spit-covered anus - !

"Y-yes!" Elly groaned, kissing at Hannah's labia. "I..."

"I bet they passed your fat black ass around the whole teacher's lounge, didn't they?"

"Ohp!" Elaine squeaked, bumping. She n-never... she... p-passed around by her older teachers, those strict and bored and kind faces...

Her mother's face passed across the back of Elly's eyelids, among them. Stern and how sh-she remembered, before. But w-with the naked body she had grown to know too well since.

"No..." Elly bump-humped her heel.

"Just like your mom up here." Hannah fed her own fantasy. And, unknowingly, Elaine's. "Two fucking nigger whores, together, m-making the grade..."

Wet sounds filled Elly's head. Sliding her tongue up and down Hannah's meaty slit... her teacher's... h-her... stop. Sick to her stomach, humping her fingers, letting Hannah guide her cum-dumb black face -

"Oh my - oh my god." Hannah panted. "Holy - holy shit. Flick it in. You like that - flick it in, nigger."

On the verge of bringing a teen girl to her first lesbian orgasm, the wet sounds of Elaine's imagined high school exploits became real. Too real. The heavy mahogany desk that dominated the room bumped, accompanied by negroid grunting, disgusting wet schlicking -

Hannah screamed. Shivering in mid-orgasm, she screamed in shocked, caught fear.

Jesus, god. No. Mom.

"I'm sorry!" Elly's mother announced.

She... it popped out from behind Miss Cheryl's desk. A shambling black shadow, all frizzled hair and jiggling curves. For a moment, both teenagers were of one mind - backing away from the crazed middle-aged baboon lumbering haphazardly their way.

"There was - I d-dropped a pen." Elly's mom began.

"Yes, I dropped a pen, dropped a pen," The negress exaggeratedly bobbed her head up and down.

Elly clung to Hannah's leg, while her head got held tight in turn. Binders ground against her scalp, b-but -

'Pen'?

"Then you c-came, and I... I was grabbing my pen. Cheryl's, M-Miss..." Nodding, gesticulating wildly...

God, no. It was a train wreck. A stuttering black locomotive.

"A-and then when you came, I-I-I hid, just hid, and, um, like... I was just hiding. U-until..."

It was heading Elaine's way.

Jesus Christ. Wiping her hands on her yellow dress, the nigger mother left blatant snail trails of arousal behind.

"Oh my god..." Hannah whispered, disbelieving.

She roughly pushed Elly's head away from her. O-out of her arms, and she kicked her heel free of Elaine's grasp.

"Oh my god! I've freaking heard that excuse before. Elly! Your mom!" Hannah cackled, delighted.

"What were you doing? Were you masturbating, Vanessa?"

Elly's mother looked stricken. Dark face paled to ash - she looked ready to die. Just die.

Elly knew the feeling.

"That's so fucked up!" Miss Hannah exclaimed enthusiastically. "That's so fucking nasty. If my mom..."

"Oh, ew," Hannah laughed, shuddering, shaking her hands limply at the wrist. "Gross. Ew-ew-ew - Elly! What is the matter with her? With you - with both of you?"

Dead silence met Hannah's disgust. Profound, incestuous guilt twisted Elly's body, her face.

And her mom's face.

"No..." Hannah whispered.

"You don't... do you two, like... lesbian? Together?!"

"N-no..." Elly croaked unconvincingly. And Hannah's eyes widened - like Elaine had just confirmed it out loud. Like she'd just admitted -

"We... we don't, like, like to." Elly blurted.

Fuck. Hannah's jaw dropped, her face - fuck.

Elaine couldn't help it. Squeezed and tormented by her own guilt, she just... she admitted it.

"Holy..." Hannah backed up a step. "Oh my fuck... that-that's sick, Elly!" The Asian girl's face danced a line between physically repulsed and irrepressibly intrigued. "That's really, really sick. That's disgusting! I can't believe... Elly Lockley... oh my god."

"Oh my god - I'm going to tell everyone!" Stooping, Hannah scooped up her phone, flying through her password.

"No!" Elaine howled. Striding forward, pure panic got her ready to - ready to spring at the smaller girl. Ready to - !

"Uh-uh!" Hannah backpedaled, brandishing her phone like a weapon. Camera out. "S-stay back! Back!"

Elly stopped. Swallowing, heart thumping, blood pumping, the taste of quim still on her tongue and in her nose -

"Back! Back by - by your mom!" Hannah jabbed her phone out, holding it upright. She b-backed Elly up - stumbling, retreating, banished by the horrible little device until... u-until...

"Mom?" Elaine whispered, caught from nearly falling by her mother's hand. Completely crushed and momentarily saved, she suddenly, fiercely, needed... wanted, and needed her mom's protection. Her mother's strong face, her stern, kind eyes - her maternal magic, that could save Elly, that could always save her.

"Baby..." Long, strong fingers held Elaine's elbow. Catching her.

G-gosh. Elly...

"That's... wow. That's... perfect." Hannah cleared her throat, and reality melted everything good and holy between Elly and her mother. "That's u-um... you two... how did I not see it?"

"It's... not like that," Elly tried to... i-in the aura of her mother's warmth, the potent aura of h-her god damned horny scent, i-it was so hard to...

"It's... we..."

"'I-i-it's... we...'" Hannah mocked. "Yeah, I got it, it's a love story for the ages - all the love a mother and daughter can have rolled up into... e-ew." The camera-wielding teenager shuddered. "That's so freaking messed up. So you two, like, kiss right?"

F-fuck. Elly looked up at her mom - and away. A-and -

"Yes," The older negress rasped. "Yes, Miss Hannah."

She didn't... didn't save Elly.

"Good girl, Nessie."

She didn't save Elly at all.

"Just get me one good kiss," Hannah pointed her phone camera. "That's it, okay? That's all, just... and then - that's it. I don't share - no one knows."

"... Unless they have to," Hannah added. A warning.

A threat.

"J-just a-a kiss?" Elly quietly asked.

"Like I'd want to see more!" Hannah exclaimed in disgust. "Lezzies. Yes, just a kiss!"

Elly met her mother's brown eyes... a-and then... didn't. Too ashamed to, she...

"A-a real kiss, though."

It wasn't the first time.

Elaine and her mother touched lips, and touched bodies. Warm curves that were made for her, enveloped her, and -

"U-um, wait! I'm not even, like, recording yet. Jeez, Elaine!"

Fuck!

The two negresses instantly parted lips. Infinitely embarrassed, blushing, and somehow more humiliated, somehow more just anxious and knotted and aware o-of just how wrong it was -

"Alright. Go."

'Go'. The negresses stood a-awkwardly, n-not sure...

Elly's mother shook her head, a slight 'no'.

Too late.

F-far too late. It was her fault, anyway - Elly's mother. Hiding under the fucking desk, masturbating -

Fuck her.

"Oh..."

Elly ignored Hannah's dumb gasp - she pulled her mom in. In control, she pivoted, holding the older woman's body below hers, in her athletic arms...

She bit her mom's lip.

"Um, wow."

Eyes wide open, eyes angry, Elly sucked her mother's lips and shoved her long tongue down her mom's throat - exploring the gasping negress's uvula.

Making her **** and drool on it.

"This... Elly." The camera was lowered.

Evidence of Elaine's sickness, captured.

Elly lifted, a-and gently, guiltily, parted with her poor, gasping mother.

"Elly." Hannah's voice came out strained, deepened - fighting some tightness in her throat. "You're never going to come at me again. You're never going to threaten me again. Understand?"

"Hannah..."

"Miss Hannah, perv!" The Asian girl practically shouted.

"You're never going to... to better me again. You're not better, Elaine." A rage-filled fingertip tapped Hannah's smart phone screen. "This shows it! You're not better than anyone - you're trash, Elly. Black trash, understand?"

G-god. S-small... next to her abused, nasty-ass mom....

"You'll - you'll do as I say," Miss Hannah declared. "When I say it. Whatever - anything. You'll... say it."

Elly hadn't ever... hadn't bullied Hannah. She hadn't... whatever Hannah felt, whatever inferiority - it wasn't Elaine's fault.

"Say it."

Elly's mother w-wiped the corner of her drooly mouth.

"We'll..."

D-don't.

"We will do whatever you say, Miss Hannah," The older negress promised.

They... that was the agreement. Just one kiss, for Hannah's phone.

"I... we'll do... whatever you say, Miss Hannah." God, it hurt.

It was done. Whatever the insecure little bitch wanted.

"Good." Hannah's smile was awful. "Now, Vanessa - lift your dress. And Elly - get down there."

Down?! Th-that wasn't - !

"B-but you promised - just a kiss." It was just a kiss! Hannah had said - "You said - !"

"What did you say?!" Hannah lashed back without a moment's thought. "What did you just say to me? Get down. Get the fuck down, or everyone - everyone...!"

Almost trembling with rage, Hannah's finger hovered over her phone, sh-she - Elaine immediately dropped. Dropped to her knees, frightened beyond reason.

"Vanessa," The teen-in-charge sneered. "You're not going to be as stupid as your stupid daughter, are you?"

"I - "

"You're going to be a smart nigger, aren't you?"

Elly's mom gave a hopeless, helpless glance down at her kneeling daughter.

"Y-yes, Miss Hannah."

"'Yes', you're... what, Nessie?"

"I'm, um," The towering negress licked her lips. "G-going to be a smart... smart, um..."

"Nigger." Hannah stated flatly, without a hunt of her previous uncertainty. N-naturally.

Horribly naturally.

"N-nigger," Elaine's mother nodded in agreement.

"Is that why you're lifting your dress? Chop-chop," The Asian girl sneered, ordering Elly's mom - a woman more than twice her age.

"Um... y-yes." The hesitation was real, but... "Yes, Miss Hannah."

The middle-aged nigger lifted her dress for Elaine's peer. She... slowly... revealed the firm tops of her thick chocolate thighs, and the still-askew, hastily placed panties covering her bushy mound.

"Oh, wow..." Elly could practically hear Hannah savoring the taste of power. Of control.

"Oh, uh, wow. Is that, like, h-hair poking out? From her panties?"

It took a moment for Elly to realize that her cunt classmate was actually waiting for an answer, in some degree of disturbed fascination.

"Oh, um, y-yes. That's..."

"Pull her panties down, Elaine." Panties... Elly slipped her fingers through the elastic o-of her mom's Lacy black panties...

"Don't just feel them, pervert. Pull your mom's panties down."

Fuck. Elly cringed, and tensed, and...

P-pulled. She revealed her mother's privates to Hannah, and the cold lens of Hannah's phone.

"Holy crap that's... hairy. And smelly. And wet - Jesus, Elly! That's... that's just beastly.

Elaine's mother whimpered, shifting her heels, pussy getting the close-up treatment.

"You fucking eat that?" Jesus! The... the camera cut to Elly.

Elly was going to be... she... for all she had done, she hadn't... hadn't talked about it - in the light, in the face of a camera. Wha-what she had done...

"Y-yes."

Elly was going to be sick.

"I guess." The teen tried to qualify. To step away from what she had... they had... "S-sometimes."

The camera shifted for a quick glance of b-beast pussy, and then back to poor Elaine's sick black face.

"How often?"

"How often do you snack on your mother's snatch, Elaine Lockley?"

"I don't..." Elly d-didn't...

"How often do you munch your way through that thick carpet? All the way to Mommy's special treat - "

"I d-don't know!" Elly didn't know! Didn't - her vision was blurry. A black tunnel. The questions were too hard, the confession, the words...

"You must have some idea, dum-dum." Hannah rolled her eyes, picking at Elly, picking her way inside the black girl's throbbing head. "How about yesterday? Did you hit the hair buffet yesterday?"

G-god. Yesterday... "Yes," Elly whispered.

"What about the day before?"

God! "Yes!" Elaine hissed. Th-the day before, too...

"Do you... keep her like that? All... unkempt? Hairy? Is it - isn't it kind of like lezzing up a-an animal or something?"

Fuck!

"Elly?"

"I don't know!" Elaine kicked her heels! "I don't know, okay!"

"Don't you dare take that tone with me!" Miss Hannah nearly shouted back.

Elly shut up. Elly... Elly shut up.

"Show us how long your tongue is."

Shut up, shut lipped, Elaine allowed her tongue slide out.

First a good amount slipped past her closed lips. And then...

Then, quite a bit more.

"Holy shit, Elly. That's... move it side to side." In front of the camera, next to her mother's bare bush...

"Slowly. Give us a good look."

Elly snaked her thick, pink tongue. Let the tip circle and play in the open air.

"That's... amazing." Hannah shook her head. "Does that even all, like, fit inside your mom?"

Oh, fuck her. "Y-yes." Elly made every effort to moderate her tone. T-to not bounce her butt in frustration, in hate, i-in...

"'Yes', your whole thick... long... tongue fits in - "

Fuck! "Yes!" Elly bounced, and gasped. Almost drooling, almost... almost straight cumming, the colored teenager couldn't keep the hate out of her voice, the utter loathing - "M-my whole, thick, um, l-long tongue f-fits! Okay? Inside. My..."

Without waiting, without the **** of Hannah's command, the agony of saying it...

"E-Elly!"

Tense, and coiled, without even thinking about it...

Elly hugged her mother's legs, and stuck her whole, thick pink tongue inside her mom's dripping, naked vagina.

... Much to her mother's surprise, from the way the older woman gasped, and jumped, and tensed - tightening her middle aged pussy around Elly's teen tongue.

"Oh my god!" Hannah laughed. L-laughed!

"That is one hungry little nigger!" The teen exclaimed. "She just, like, latched on there and started in, didn't she?"

"Didn't she, Vanessa?"

"Fy-yesss..." The gasp b-bubbled out above Elly.

"Is she... wriggling it?"

Perversely, E-Elly couldn't help but... when Hannah said 'wriggling it' she... she thrashed her tongue inside. Inside her mom, she...

"God... oh, god, yes..."

"Is the whole thing in?"

Bumping, and bouncing, Elaine's lingual frenulum strained painfully as she slipped it all in, pressing her face into her mother's wet bush to get every little b-bit -

"In! Yes. Yes, she's in, she's... oh!" Hands, claws, grasped the back of Elly's hair, pulling her closer, grinding the teen's face harder i-into her mother's quivering, orgasming lick hole.

"Oh, god. Thank you. Th-thank you, M-Miss Hannah, thank you, thank you..."

"'Thank you'?!" Hannah giggled again. "You're one sick puppy, Nessie."

"Ar-arf." Hannah either didn't hear, or didn't understand the mother's response. The Asian girl touched Elly's hair, opening and tugging a paper binder loose.

Hannah unbuttoned Elly's mom, and freed the black woman's breasts - pulling them through the hole she had created in the negress's banana yellow blouse.

"That's really sick."

A hole not quite big enough for the negress's mature breasts. Touching each nipple... Elly looked up, head free, face slick, and watched a steel binder creak closed on one fat nipple.

And then... the other.

"Nhg..."

"Does that hurt?" Hannah smiled innocently.

Above Elly, her mother's crushed nipples hung, angled down under the weight of their adornments.

"Y-yes, Miss Hannah."

"I could make it worse..." The teen said half to herself, tasting the words.

Savoring her own sadism.

"You know I could make it worse." Christ. Elaine's jangly, butchered hair got a gentle little p-pet. "Right, Nessie?"

"Y-yes, Miss Hannah."

Elly's mother bit her bottom lip, and actually put on a hurt smile.

"Thank you, Miss Hannah."

"Wow..."

Above Elaine, behind her, Hannah straightened her dress. Her hair. And she seemed... maybe... to breath out a bit of whatever high she'd been riding.

"Um, wow..." Miss Hannah repeated, stepping back from her handiwork.

The pussy-sloppy daughter, the nip-tortured mother.

And the office door opened.

"I... am my own complete lack of surprise," Miss Cheryl sighed, locking the heavy oak door behind her.

Stunned. Elly didn't move, didn't feel anything. Squatting below her mother, below Hannah, face glazed with her mother's pubic hairs and the cum of two women... she could only feel despair, and the unsatisfied need pulsing in the swollen organ between her legs.

But, somehow, Miss Cheryl smiled, immediately perking up with a shake of her head, and briskly walked over to her desk, maneuvering her way around lesbian debauchery with a few graceful steps of her heels.

"That went... so well! Gosh, that felt amazing!"

F-felt... the trio of colored women remained frozen, unwilling to break whatever spell was keeping them safe from their superior's righteous wrath.

"I know it was just a silly meeting," Cheryl went on, seemingly oblivious, "But... by myself..."

The new executive stretched her body, cat-like, before settling into her chair.

"I mean - with support, too." She acknowledged, w-with a smile. "Your support, Hannah. And Vanessa. My... little team, here."

For the first time, Miss Cheryl's tone dropped off its high.

"So..." Nails drummed the desk, and an eyebrow arched questioningly.

"Hannah..."

"Um, they... I-I just walked in. A-and - "

Liar! The little skanky liar! Elly -

"You just walked in... on them?" Miss Cheryl asked. "Like, ah... this?"

Elly opened her mouth.

"I... I..." Hannah looked from Miss Cheryl, to Elly, and back - bottom lip quivering, her eyes filling with tears... "N-no, Miss, I didn't. I'm sorry Miss Thomas, I..."

Admitted!

"She m-made us do it!" The young negress took the opening. Pointing up, binder clips shaking accusingly in her hair - "She - !"

"Ee-laine!"

Elly flinched.

"I was not addressing your messy little black face, was I? Was anyone talking to you?"

Quivering, chastised, Elly sh-shook - shook her head - "But...-"

"And - made?" Miss Cheryl scoffed. "Each of you apes outweigh Miss Hannah by thirty pounds."

"... Or more," Cheryl added, shooting a pointed glance at Elly's mother.

E-Elaine... lips working, trying t-to sound...

Miss Cheryl stared, silent, until she shut it. Shut up.

"Now," Miss Cheryl smoothed her expression for... for fucking Hannah. "It's okay, Sweetheart. Pull yourself together."

Why - why was she crying? Wh-why did Hannah g-get to -

"I know how these girls get," Cheryl soothed. "I know you're a good girl. Okay?"

"Y-yes." The silky-haired bitch nodded. "Thank you - I... I'm so sorr- yes. Yes, Miss Thomas. I won't - I... thank you."

"Hannah?" Miss Cheryl gently -

"Th-thank you."

"Hannah." Miss Cheryl repeated firmly, grabbing her sniffling secretary's attention.

"Let's not show weakness, here. Who's in charge?"

"Y-you are. Miss," Hannah whispered, feet shuffling.

"Well... yes." Miss Cheryl blinked. "Of course. But, then, after me..."

"I-I am in charge." The shuffling stopped.

"I... am, Miss Thomas." The teenager's back straightened.

"Perfect." Cheryl punctuated the answer with a single clap. "And, may I... Vanessa?" The white woman tapped her desk. "Come here. And pull your panties up, you're going to drip all over like that."

From her knees, Elly watched her mom struggle almost comically in the silent, watching room - straining against the resistance of her with her wet, rolly panties. She pulled and leaned, sorting her black self before... before, perhaps even more comically, smoothing the hem of her dress and walking demurely, to stand in front of her former desk, in front of her former secretary.

Elaine watched Miss Cheryl delicately grip the binders pinching her mother's nipples flat, and lift the older woman's heavy breasts... and let them flop.

"What did we do here, Vanessa?" The white woman asked. "Did you clip yourself? Did Elly?"

"N-no. Hann-... Miss Hannah - "

"Oop! Stop there. What did you do to get clipped? Hmm?"

Elly watched, unable to look away, as her mother's nipples were twisted by the binders holding them. Grimacing, her mom looked down, and away, clenching her teeth -

"I... Miss Cheryl - I-I don't know..."

"Well, you must have done something to get these on here. They look ridiculous. Plus, they're making your nipples droop."

Without an answer Miss Cheryl spent a moment flipping one of the clips up and down with the side of her index finger.

"Well, don't they hurt?" The former secretary asked innocently.

"Y-yes!" Elly's mother allowed pained frustration to creep into her voice. "Um, can you, o-or I, please t-take them off? P-please?"

"Well, I didn't put them on, Vanessa. Neither did you. You can ask Miss Hannah later - now, be quiet and take it like a big girl."

The middle-aged negress whimpered, and shuffled, a-and stood, the tips of her bare tits clamped in front of her young white boss.

"Hannah? May I ask why Nessie is showing me these hanging... things?" Cheryl's lacquered nail gave a paper binder a little metallic flick. "Did she do something wrong?"

"Um, sort of. Kind of. She... I mean, well, she..." Miss Hannah bit her lip nervously.

"Come on. You're not in trouble."

The bite held Hannah's lip, gently stretched it - and then the porcelain grip broke.

"She was - sh-she has s-sex with her daughter!" Hannah blurted. "They do it, like, together!"

Silence. For a moment in the office, there was only sh-shamed, c-complete -

Miss Cheryl burst out laughing. "Oh, gosh, yes. Of course - you just found out, didn't you? Isn't it absolutely dreadful?!"

"I..." Cheryl spoke between breaths, between peals of laughter."I remember when I first found out - I opened a door without knocking and... bam! They were just there, making up after some spat. Stripped nearly naked... claw marks on their bare boobs like s-some animal got after them, and sucking on each other's tongues and lips like... like no mother and daughter I ever, ever could have imagined!"

First looking embarrassed, then confused, Hannah beginning to chuckle, t-too.

"I almost died! Gosh, Hannah - can you imagine the sight?"

"I... I, um..."

"I think I screamed, and then just... just slammed the door. And, of course, I couldn't look at them the same, after that," Cheryl sighed, and almost absently caressed Elly's mother's bare chest - a quick pass over the hanging orb, side and under, ending with another sharp tug of the binder squeezing the life out of the negress's poor purpled nipple.

"Ah!"

"... Especially our Messy Nessie, here. Nessie?"

"Vanessa, Miss Hannah and I have to talk. Be useful - your vagina made a mess of poor Elaine's face. Be a dear, would you?"

Elly backed up. E-Elly scrunched up her face, and almost... looking around, looking at the door...

"Clean the little monkey up."

O-oh. Elly's almost chance to... something disappeared. Under Hannah's shocked gaze her mother knelt and began slowly... hesitantly...

Cleaning.

God! Elaine squirmed. Licked by her mother, k-k-kissed...!

"It seems strange to us, but this is quite normal for them, Hannah."

No it w-wasn't normal! It... her mom's bare breasts in front of her, and never having cum, Elaine opened her mouth a bit just to breathe, j-just to...

"Normal, and necessary."

Her mother's warm tongue flicked past Elly's defenseless lips, exploring her mouth.

"Hannah? Are you with me?"

"Y-yes. Yes, Miss, I..."

"They release such a powerful scent, some of these black women - definitely these black women. It's quite unsuitable for professional environment." Jesus. W-was Cheryl... typing? Was Miss Cheryl... oh!

"Moh..." Elly groaned, feeling her mother's tongue pass her nostril, gently rimming it. She... warm breasts hanging in front of her... "M-mom..."

"For our girls, wipes that go in the trash are simply not a solution - every waste basket in the office would smell like nigger in half a day. Especially mine. That's hardly a solution, is it, Hannah?"

"U-uh. No, Miss, no - "

"So, we're trying this. For discipline, for practical reasons - if it comes out one of our niggers, it goes back in a nigger. Right, Elly?"

E-Elly, grinding her heels, l-licked by her mother, kissed, h-holding on - "Mihhss..."

Cheryl typed on her computer, hardly paying attention, but Hannah was staring, a-and, "Miss Thomas?"

"Yes, of course, Hannah - if it can go cleanly down the toilet that may be another matter. But everything else - especially those little pubic hairs, Vanessa. We eat those - we don't keep them for later."

Oh, fuck! Kissing, bouncing, watched lip-smacking wetly with her m-mom - !

"Into your tummy. Not the floor."

"M-mom!" Elly gasped, touching... feeling a little wiry hair on the tip of her mother's tongue. Feeling...! "Mhmm!"

She -

"Nmmh!"

"She's!" Hannah pointed frantically, finger shaking. "She's, um... M-Miss Thomas!"

Fuck! Fuck Hannah, fuck her - fuck! in Elly's stomach, in her pubic bone, nerves fired together.

"Elaine. Elaine - no bouncing!" N-no stopping. Elaine - even i-if Cheryl... even if they saw - !

"Elaine!"

"Sorr-ree!" Elly squealed, h-humping, building, fucking - ! "Sorr - !"

Flying. Flying, and hitting the floor. Pushed by -

"Hannah!" Elaine hissed, bent awkwardly, slammed into her back. Teeth clenched, sh-she...

Shit.

Warmth. The flood Elly had built up, that she had been ready to unleash... dribbled. Into her panties.

"Um, Miss Cheryl?" The black girl quietly bit her lip, all anger fading, replaced by... by not wanting to say.

"Miss? I-it's... I..."

She held her hand underneath. C-catching it, catching her dribble.

"Oh, Christ." Miss Cheryl half-stood, leaning over the edge of her desk. "You squirted." It wasn't a question. M-Miss Cheryl palmed her forehead, and -

"Well? Up, girl!" The white woman snapped.

"Up-up-up!" Whap-whap-whap! Cheryl punctuated her words, slapping her open palm on her desk - "Get your fat little black squirt-butt up on Mommy's desk. Go!"

"Um, G-go!" Hannah echoed excitedly, grabbing her former classmate under the arm, pushing and helping. "Up - up on Mommy's desk!"

Hand cupped under her crotch, Elly climbed, assisted by Hannah, onto the bare edge of Miss Cheryl's desk. On the hard wood, on the small space allotted to her, she supported herself with two knees and one elbow - her other hand being occupied with catching the fluid draining from her ruined orgasm.

"What happened?" Miss Hannah asked, from behind. Out of sight, unless Elly managed to somehow look over her shoulder, and past her own up-high ass.

"What did she do?" M-Miss Hannah... god! Shut - !

"She came," Miss Cheryl stated flatly, through clenched white teeth. "And when she cums, her bald little monkey ejaculates uncontrollably."

"Oh. Um..." Hannah looked at Elaine like she was... like she...

"I don't... it doesn't always, um squirt..." Elly mumbled, glancing back at Hannah, trying t-to... she wasn't a freak...

"It does when you're sniffing and licking your mother's nether regions, Elaine!" Miss Cheryl snapped. "Or when you suck dicks ... sniff or lick just about anybody's butthole ... or get pubic hairs, genital fluids, snot or whatever you've sniffed and snorted up that snuffling little piggy niggy snout of yours cleaned out ... Sometime, when we have more time, Elaine will have to explain the ins and outs of cleaning and care for her snout, and the distinctively quirky, squirty relationship her sensitive nostrils have with Q-tips, especially when she can see herself in a mirror."

"Oh." Miss Hannah swallowed audibly. "Oh, um... oh. Okay."

Elly, cringing, heard Hannah's fucking quiet 'wow' before it left the girl's teen lips. In her head, i-in her sick stomach.

"... Wow," Miss Hannah whispered.

And Elaine's hips bumped, j-jumping on the table, suddenly ready to kick the the slanty-eyed bitch square in the fucking face.

B-but her skirt got flipped up. Hannah flipped up Elly's undersized skirt. And Elly shrank back down, pressing her breasts into the desk.

"How bad is it, Hannah?

"It's bad, Miss Thomas," Hannah reported. "She, like, squirted straight through. Her panties are leaking l-like... the floor...!"

"Not the floor! Not... I-I caught it. M-Miss, I, um - " Elly showed her cupped palm, soggy with female ejaculate, and... she saw the look in Miss Cheryl's eyes.

She licked it. Her thick brown lips pursed, a-and slurped... and then twitched.

"Cff!"

"Jesus Christ," Cheryl sighed, shaking her head at the teenager's sudden sniffling, coughing -

"Sorr- ck-kff!"

"What am I going to do with you, Elaine?" Miss Cheryl asked, mock-despairing.

"I - KfF!

Spittle and... a-and sniffles landed in Elly's palm, joining her panty-filtered ejaculate.

"Keep going. Eat." Cheryl instructed, moving Elly's head with one finger - one nail pressing against Elaine's damaged cheek.

Looking. I-inspecting her bruised skin.

And Elly **** a little tongue lap, licking experimentally at the mixture held in her palm.

"... What am I going to do with you?" Miss Cheryl asked again.

"She needs a firm hand," Hannah observed behind Elaine, her voice uncharacteristically confident.

Uncharacteristically dark. The Asian girl g-grabbed one her former classmate's thick black butt cheeks, and squeezed...

"Oh..." Elly heard her mom moan from behind.

"Looks like you gave her a couple 'firm hands' already," Miss Cheryl chuckled.

The little grab-ass behind Elly let go. "Um! Um, I..."

"This was you, Hannah?" Miss Cheryl prodded, poking the cheek of the miserable girl on her desk.

Elly j-just bit the side of her palm, and sucked, and n-nodded along with Hannah's...

"Y-yes, Miss Thomas. Um..."

"It's no worry, Hannah." Miss Cheryl assured the teen standing behind Elaine. "She has very dark skin - we'll just call that a little black girl blush."

B-black girl blush? Elly sucked her palm furiously, squirming, looking away from Miss Cheryl's sweet smile, her sparkling eyes...

"In fact, it's a good sign. Hannah - you're really not afraid, are you?"

"Oh, no," Elly could hear and feel Hannah straighten behind her - back rigid, as tall as her small frame would allow. "This is amaz-... this is, um, m-my job."

"Incredible." "You're an incredible young woman, Hannah. I... need you to do another job, if you're willing. If - "

"Anything!" Hannah responded, too eagerly, and then... swallowed. "I mean, like, what's... what do you...?"

"Elly will show you, and then you can decide. Elaine - pull down your panties for Miss Hannah. She'll need to see - butt up, legs apart... Vanessa, corner!"

The order was to Elaine's mother, but Elly's tummy fluttered, and her indecisive fingers moved at the sound of Miss Cheryl's sharp tone.

"Nose in, Nessie. No pees, and no peeps. Stare at your daughter's lick box on your own time."

Soaking wet panties slipped down the chocolate girl's thighs, revealing Elaine's pussy to her high school revival.

"Sorry, Hannah." Cheryl laughed. "But, the way the nigger's eyes bug out... she thinks she's going to see her own daughter's genitals, you know? It gives me the creeps."

"Um, yes - " Hannah... looking...

"Sorry to have startled you," The white woman apologized again.

"N-no. Yes, I mean..." Hannah stumbled, mumbling her words, "Thank you. It's, um..."

Hannah shifter closer. Folding up Elly's skirt, her nails lightly trailed over the smooth globes of the Elaine's black ass.

"It's, like, super creepy."

Oh, fuck.

"Mm. I'd like you may take a good long look at Elaine's vagina. Clinically, just observing - what do you notice?"

Fuck.

"Um, it's like..." Breath. Elly felt uneven breath on her hot little organ, held and released. Cooling it.

Heating it.

God, Hannah's exotic black eyes were staring at her pussy, her winking anus - Elly buried her face.

"It's... you know... hairless..."

And unable to help herself, Elly raised her butt.

"And dark. I mean, like, super dark - like, darker than the rest of her. And, um... puffy."

Elaine, tingling with every breath, with every out-loud observation...

"R-really puffy, like it... oh my god."

Elly...!

"Miss Thomas - it's moving! It just... dripped!"

"Elaine - focus!" Cheryl snapped. "Stop showing off!"

Showing off?! O-on fucking display - in front o-of fucking Hannah Kamaguchi!

"I'm not - !" Raising her head, Elly started to protest. She -

Elly saw Miss Cheryl frown.

"Sorry, Miss, um..."

God.

"M-Miss Hannah."

"What is that?" Hannah continued her journey. And her ridicule. "Miss Thomas, is that, um... a-at the top, like, hanging... and twitching...?"

"That's what I wanted you to see." Cheryl gently, firmly, lowered Elaine's head again. Put her face down, where she couldn't see. "That's her clitoris, yes. And - "

"I didn't know they got that big!" The Asian girl exclaimed.

Elly whimpered into her hands. Hannah, who had been fucking crying like a schoolgirl about her ugly outie lips, c-couldnt -

"Like... wow! It's huge!"

"Yes, it is. It's a real problem for a girl like Elaine. Tell Hannah, Elly."

Miss Cheryl's fingers and nails scritched Elly's nappy hair, clinking her paper binder adornments and massaging the scalp of the face-down teen.

"It's... a p-problem," Elaine muttered into her hands. "I guess."

"It's a big problem, Sweetie. It pokes your panties." F-fuck. Elly could feel her p-pussy twitch and with Hannah watching her, watching it -

"Mommy..." Elly wiggled, t-trying... stop...

"Shh..." Miss Cheryl soothed. "... It rubs in your panties, and that gets it all erect, and that just triggers all the nasty stuff in you more."

"Pretty much a nigger trigger," Hannah observed.

"Hah!" Cheryl laughed shortly. "Precisely! See? Miss Hannah knows you. And if she's willing... Hannah? This is Elly's ointment."

With a rustling of clothes, something was exchanged between the women above Elaine.

"Elly rubs so much, and humps and frankly abuses herself so much down there... she needs a little extra help to keep her healthy, and happy at her activity level," Cheryl explained - half clinical, half condescending.

"Um... wow. So this is, like..."

"A topical, for that fat... thing down there. Yes. And, it's been left up to me, as her mother can hardly be trusted without... well, you saw..."

"You want me to do it. To be, like, in charge. O-of... this," Hannah surmised, sounding doubtful.

"Miss Cheryl - " Elly l-licked her lips.

"If she asks!" Hannah blurted, cutting Elly off, seemingly jumping forward out of spite, and... god. She rested her hand on Elaine's bare butt.

Just... rested it there. Claiming it.

"She has to, um, ask. Like, nicely."

"Of course, Hannah. Of course she should ask." On top of poor Elly's head, Cheryl's fingers absently drummed while she thought. "An ask, and a thanks, of course, and a promise not to make you any more uncomfortable than I know this must be for you."

"I-it is. Extremely uncomfortable." Latex snapped behind Elly's butt, sending goosebumps shivering across the black girl's flesh.

"Well?" Hannah asked expectantly.

Fuck. Fuck her. Elly -

"Elly," Miss Cheryl warned. "You're not showing that good House Girl attitude. At all."

And, behind her, Elaine heard Miss Hannah opening her phone.

"Miss?" Elly hated... hated Miss Hannah. "Miss Hannah? Would you help... p-please help me? With my, um..."

"Your trigger," Hannah didn't sound uncomfortable. She sounded almost uncharacteristically in control.

"My clit," Elly -

Whap!

Ow! Elly jerked, her bottom burning. Sh-she glanced up, one eye peeking out of her hands, t-to see if Miss Cheryl would... if she might...

Elaine caught Miss Cheryl giving her secretary a subtle thumbs up.

"Your what, nigger?" The Asian girl sneered.

"My trigger," Elly whispered, defeated. "My nuh-nigger t-trigger."

"Christ," Hannah's voice dripped in disgust. "It even, like, moves when she says it. Yuk."

Cool cream touched... and instantly soothed Elly's hot clit.

"Mp!"

"Oop." Hannah mocked. "She's getting triggered."

Miss Hannah's f-fucking finger wiggled the black girl's thick nub back and forth.

"No humping, Elaine."

Spread, and still - as still as she could

"Ugh. All the flexing and dripping back here doesn't make it any easier. She looks like she's trying to suck something in."

"Elaine - what did we say about showing off?"

"I'm not showing off!" Elly whined. "I c-can't hell-lp i-iit...!"

"That's probably the truest thing she's said all day," Cheryl sighed.

"What, um..."

With a finishing circle around the root of Elaine's clit, Hannah ceased manipulating the black girl's nerve bundle.

"What should I do with this?" Latex snapped again. "Should, like, her mom eat it?"

"Now, there's a thought," Cheryl laughed.

"Wanna treat?" The Asian girl called out to the corner of the room.

"No - no, don't tempt her!" Cheryl admonished, still laughing. "Not with medicine on there. These girls don't have the good sense to care for themselves. That's the real job here, Hannah. I think you'll find that Elaine very much needs you - slaps and all. Right Elly?"

"Did you ever thank your friend?"

"Thank you. Thank you, Miss Hannah."

Elly got a sarcastic pat to the top of her black ass. "Anytime, nigger." G-god. "You just ask nicely."

Christ, the smugness. The utter humiliation.

A single sob wracked Elaine's body, penetrating to her strong teen heart.

"Now, you made all kinds of slime and smell on Miss Hannah's finger cot. We can't lick it - icky!" Miss Cheryl called the last word out, wrinkling her nose for effect, and looking to make sure Elaine's mother heard.

"Ick! But if we turn it inside out..." Cheryl carefully demonstrated "... And if we ball it up nice and small... where would a girl like you hide something secret like that?"

Miss Cheryl presented the little latex ball to the butt-up black girl on her desk. She held it in front of Elaine's face a-and Elly... motioned. She kind of, miserably... pointed. B-back behind her.

Back... there.

"Smart girl! Up the butt it goes," Cheryl agreed happily, handing the ball over.

I-it was almost over. It... Elly rolled the smooshed piece of latex between her fingers and... i-in front of Hannah, rested it on her wrinkled aperture...

And pushed a single fingertip, willing the tense muscle of her anus to allow passage.

"Christ. Ew. Like, what doesn't make the little nigger drip?"