Chapter 75 by Loeman
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Dessert
'Dessert'.
It was all Elly could think about, the whole ride back. Cheryl even made her... asked her, nicely, but... made her sit on a coat in the back seat, because...
Because it was all she could think about. Because after her encounter in the bathroom, even with the h-help of Cheryl's wipes...
The fabric of her short tennis skirt wasnt enough.
"Almost there," Cheryl announced softly, as the car pulled into an underground short driveway.
Smiling at Brand, making Elaine's poor stomach twist.
Doors open, shut. Some small exchange outside the car while Elly...
Elly might not have gotten out at all, if Cheryl hadn't opened her door for her.
Cheryl opened her door, and gave the pouting teen a hand, to help her up. Elly could have slapped it away, actually felt her muscles tense t-to...
The black girl took it, a-and blushed as she slid out of the car - keeping her knees together a-as much as...
They were waiting. Cheryl, Brand...
"Um, thanks." Elaine muttered when she finally, tipsily, found her feet. The unwilling words, compelled from her lips - "Thanks, Ch-Cheryl."
"The coat, Elly." Cheryl's soft voice...
God, the coat.
Elly saw... it... first. What she had left behind. But Cheryl was right behind her, and faster than her, and before Elly could grab her makeshift seat cover, Cheryl was there.
"Oh... oh! Brand!" Holding it up in the air, displaying it like a flag, Cheryl...!
N-no!
The white woman laughed, giggled, a-and holding it high above the hood of her car displayed E-Elly's almost perfectly lemon-shaped wet stain. The teen had been motionless all car ride, sunken, not wanting to call any attention to herself.
Not calling attention had left a perfect i-imprint, and now - !
Brand, B-Brand...! H-he responded with a smug laugh of his own.
"I told you," The white man rumbled.
T-told...?! That... th-that...
"I - !" Elly's lip qu-quivered. She almost tried to snatch the coat out of Cheryl's hands - actually touched it, tugged it, a l-little tug on the hem. E-except, the coat wasn't hers. Sh-she -
"I - I..." Big bottom lip quivering, eyes shining...
"Shh. I'm sorry." The coat was quickly folded, rolled such that the shameful spot was on the inside, and tucked right into Elly's arms.
A quick hug. A h-hug, and Cheryl stepped back, holding Elaine's shoulders in her hands.
"Don't worry. Don't. I shouldn't have made fun. That's why it was there for you. I know. I know how..." The briefest flick of her eyes, up and down the brown girl's tight body and long legs... "Ah, how you girls can get, down there."
Taking Elly's hand, taking her...
Cheryl smiled. Warmly. Not teasing.
"It's okay. It's okay, Elly - it's much cuter when it's you doing it. Now... come on."
Elaine resisted the tug on her hand. O-only a bit, dragging her feet. B-but she followed - flip-flops echoing the hard clicking of Cheryl's heels.
"Come on, big girl." B-Brand... "I'm with you."
Brand took her other side, arm around her.
Supporting her.
Elaine entered the elevator in the middle of the beautiful white couple.
Looking up at Brand, first... and up... up at Cheryl. The elevator doors closed, and Cheryl might have smiled at her o-or...
Elly didn't know. She looked away, as soon as Cheryl's head shifted in her direction.
Head down, elevator up.
Her hand, in Cheryl's, got a warm squeeze.
God, what was she doing?
She was walking. Brand had let her go, and she was walking, with her mother's young, white secretary - to an apartment.
To d-dessert.
Ch-Cheryl.
It didn't make sense. Cheryl was another girl. A woman. This wasn't Elly. None of it. It wasn't who she was.
"Well, this is me," The elegantly dressed white woman stopped outside a heavy, wooden condo door.
She stopped, and turned, a-and...
"Elly..."
Clear, knowing eyes, looked at Elaine. L-looked. Lips parted, Cheryl gently pulled her.
Oh, god.
It was happening again. Right in front of Brand. Right in the hallway where anyone might see... know. Cheryl... breathing, stopped. The world stopped.
Pulling her.
Cheryl cleared her throat.
"Ah, can I have my hand back, Elly?"
What?
"Keys."
"Oh!" Elly couldn't let go of her rival's h-hand fast enough.
"S-sorry! I - !"
Brand patted - patted the black girl's's butt.
And stroked the back of his fingers down Cheryl's open back - while Brand got the kiss, meant for Elaine. O-or Cheryl - Cheryl got the kiss, meant for her. Brand's kiss. Not, um...
U-um...
I-in front of her, in the hallway, Elly stood goggle-eyed, frozen while Brand kissed Cheryl deeply. She watched Cheryl melt against him, while Brand's big hand played with the black girl's butt, her panties, under her short skirt.
Playing. Touching. Squeezing and f-feeling her.
Even after the kiss finally parted.
"I think she just got wetter, watching..." Brand whispered loudly.
"Oh, stop," Cheryl laughed, and k-kissed Elly's cheek - with the same pink lips that had moments before been locked with Brand's. "You're sick. Don't tease my date, big guy."
She turned the key, the door handle, and stepped in, flicking the lights on.
With Brand behind Elaine, his presence blocking a retreat, E-Elly followed Cheryl in.
"Well..."
The condo was maybe ten stories off the ground. A combined kitchen, dining area, and living room gave a feeling of spaciousness, broken up by a countertop and a single pillar.
"This is it. I know it's not exactly your mother's mansion, Elly, but..."
Taking the soiled coat out of the teen's arms, Cheryl used the opportunity for a just-us-girls wink.
"At least there's no panty thieves running around, here."
It took a second for Elly to realize -
H-her mom. P-panty thief...
No. No. Whatever else - her mother wouldn't... do that.
"I'm going to give this thing a quick wash - and speaking of panties..."
Cheryl locked onto Elly's eyes. "Step out of those panties, too, Elaine."
"I'll get them all clean for you. They're far too wet to leave around just anywhere, and you don't want them getting crusty overnight."
Overnight. E-Elly swallowed and...
And inside the door of the strange apartment, under scrutiny, feeling her hot little cleft t-twitching, the black girl slid her thumbs up under her tennis skirt.
Elaine Lockley, as modestly as she could, hooked the waistband of her panties, and slid them over her butt.
They stuck.
They stuck to her... god they were practically inside her slit, tight a-and... and pulling them down, for a brief moment... Elly gasped, and hastily rolled them down h-her hot thighs. It just made the wet material worse, as the contrary panties bunched and c-clung to her legs. One side at a time, trying to preserve her skirt, to keep from bending, raising her knees -
"Relax, Sweetie. Relax."
Cool, female hands slipped past Elly's, and after a moment's twist, with Cheryl's help... her touch... Elaine's sticky panties dropped to her ankles.
"You'll have to work a little if you're going to cut it as a stripper, there," Cheryl smirked, w-waiting for the colored girl to pick up her panties from her ankles. Waiting... touching Elly's hip, her thigh, casually stroking along the inside of her skirt - so near where she was freshly bare.
And Brand - Brand, who had grown up with strippers, with his club owning dad a-and his mother... he laughed at her.
God, Elly's face was on fire. Embarrassment piled on top of - just taking her panties off was bad enough. B-but in her distress...
She finally picked the wet, wrinkled things up. G-god. She... shamefully holding onto them...
"You'll get them back, here." Get them back... "Promise. Fresh and clean."
"Mom doesn't - she doesn't take my panties," Elly whispered defiantly.
That got a surprised glance. Elly tucked her face away, and down. But... Cheryl had to know... kn-know that her mom w-wouldnt -
"Of course."
Elly saw... felt the patronizing look Cheryl and Brand shared over her head.
"Of course she doesn't, Elaine. Just an office joke," Cheryl smiled and - gingerly, pinching with her nails, she took the sopping pair of translucent white cotton panties from the teenager's worried hands, and wrapped them in her thin coat.
"Anyway. Let me get these away, and get us all a drink." With a brief squeeze to Elly's upper arm, Cheryl left, sashaying.
"She really likes you," Brand moved close, he...
"B-Brand, I..."
"Elaine - " Brand lowered his voice to a whisper, his eyes briefly flicking to Cheryl, walking to the kitchen.
A whisper, just for her. Without Cheryl.
"Elly, you chose to be here, remember? You could have been dropped off with your mother, but now... you're here, you're beautiful, you're practically gushing from needing attention... so show me what you've got. You're a grown woman, right?"
Brand tilted Elaine's chin up with a finger.
"Right?"
God, he was so close. His smell, his presence... Elly's own smell and tipsy state. She could have jumped him like the first time, humped his firm body straight to the damn ground. That would sh-show - !
"Yes," Leaning up and in, hand on Brand's chest -
"She looks ready to pounce," Cheryl's amused voice cut in.
Elly could have hissed. If Cheryl would give her two seconds - !
Hips, dress swaying, w-walking toward... the white woman held three stemmed wine glasses in her hands, filled with clean white wine.
She passed one to Brand, a-and two to Elly - occupying both of the teenager's hands. And, with Elly defenseless...
"I can't leave you alone for a moment. Hm?"
Elly s-squeaked. Defenseless. Unable to stop Cheryl, to fend her off, female lips parted, and gently...
Gently...
P-p-passed by, to the side, of the colored girl's lips.
God! G-god! Elly, holding a wine glass to either side, was so distracted... distressed about missing her uninvited kiss that she barely flinched at Cheryl pulling at the back of her shirt, until her bra strap was expertly unclasped and her breasts took a sudden drop.
"U-um..." Squirming...
"There," Cheryl smiled and gave Elly... con-confused and tormented Elly, a little peck on her cheek.
S-stop...
The black girl squeezed her toned thighs together, and the white woman floated back, away, taking a glass with her.
"To first dates, and first times," Cheryl murmured, her skin flushed a little pink.
Glasses clinked.
Elaine's glass too, though she hadn't moved an inch - until she brought it to her lips, closed her eyes, and...
Took a big... big sip.
Cheryl and Brand were together when she opened.
Not kissing. Simply... close. Fingers intertwined, examining each other's eyes. Cheryl looking up at Brand, leaning back her shoulders while her waist and legs pressed against his.
They looked perfect.
He looked perfect. Tall and strong. And Cheryl...
Cheryl.
Her eyes, and the defined line of her straight jaw. Her sparkling earrings, the revealing cut of her black dress. Her hair... god, her updo was somehow even more elegant, more perfect with the slight disarray - the stress of a night.
"Don't just stand there. Take off your bra, Elly," Cheryl whispered, her gaze never leaving Brand's face. Searching him.
Then kissing him. Kissing, in front of Elaine.
Struggling… tugging her bra straps down and off her arms, and pulling her bra out from under her tank top...
"Um," Elly interrupted, and h-held up her bra when she got a little attention.
The makeout session ended with Cheryl sighing, off her tip toes, and leaning against Brand's chest - face and hand flat against his bulk.
Bedroom eyes focused Elaine's way.
"All by yourself." Cheryl... "Come here."
All wrapped up in Brand's arms, Cheryl smiled as Elly approached. Approached and... not really knowing what to do with her bra, tried to, um, h-hand it...
Cheryl touched the white fabric... pinched a padded cup...
"Yes, I see. That's a very nice bra you have." It was impossible to tell if Cheryl w-was teasing, or...
Touching - ! Passing by the bra, Cheryl stroked Elaine's ch-chest through her thin tank top. Thumbed h-her nipple a-and -
"But... a gifted girl like you doesn't really need that sort of thing. You can drop it right there on the floor."
Cheryl took a sip of wine with her free hand, and reached i-inside... the white woman turned her grope into a pull - p-pulling the stretchy material of Elly's tank top down, reaching in and scooping one of her firm breasts out into the open air.
"Good lord," Brand murmured approvingly.
Even as Elly instinctively, hazily, u-uselessly covered her freed booby with her open hand, she allowed Cheryl to... Cheryl was so close, and touching... playing...
And slowly peeling fabric away, unveiling her second breast.
"Take your hand off, Gorgeous. Show Mister Barrington what youve got for us."
Mister Barrington... Elly had never thought o-of Brand like...
Fuzzy. Everything was fuzzy, and warm, and Cheryl gently took Elaine's empty wineglass out of her hand and set it down on an end table.
For a moment, while Cheryl was a step away, it was just Elly and Brand. Mister Barrington, and a bare chested colored teenager - nipples erect, swaying with liquor and blushing with shame.
"U-um..." Elly clasped her hands behind her back, her shoulders back, and swayed a little more. He wanted to touch her - she could tell.
She... she needed it.
"Look at the little show-off with her tits." Cheryl's affectionate gibe cut through the thick air, slapping Elly right across the face. "Gosh - she loves attention, doesn't she?"
Elly could have cut steel with her glare. Just one moment with Brand, without -
Cheryl took her hand.
"Oh, look at her!" Laughing - ! "Elly - Elaine, you're so sensitive. It's okay to show off." Her hand, and curled her wine-holding hand around Brand's arm. Leading, the white couple sat down on the couch, while Elly... "I want you to feel free, here, to be..."
Cheryl looked up at the teen knowingly, eyebrow raised, knees together, the slit of her dress revealing -
"... Uninhibited."
Elly s-stood before the finely dressed white pair, confused. Anger having dissipated, and...
C-confused - a confused mess. A tipsy, wet mess, and Cheryl, still looking up -
Touched the inside of Elaine's thigh.
"H-ah!"
It felt electric.
"Society is so unfair, to young women like yourself. You need that extra bit of attention, don't you? You can't help it..."
Stroking, m-massaging, climbing higher - a-a-almost at her achy, needy spot...
"Hold up the front of your skirt, Elaine."
She needed to be touched, th-there, so badly.
Pinching the front of her skirt, looking at Brand...
Looking at Cheryl...
Elly pinch-lifted her skirt, with both hands.
The white woman gasped - g-gasped, and snatched her stroking, touching hand away to cover her mouth. Wide hazel eyes stared directly at Elly's tight little slit - and her pulsing, engorged clitoris.
"Y-you weren't... oh, Brand - its so big!"
God! G-god! Elaine yanked her skirt down, far down, stretching the pleated little thing as far as it would go, c-concealing her shameful -
"Come, stop that," Cheryl laughed, lightly swatting one of Elly's protective hands.
Reaching out - leaning forward and looking up, the stylish white woman reached u-underneath, and touched...
Touched it.
"Up. Show us," Cheryl chirped.
Elly... with her date touching her, she didnt have a choice. N-. She groaned, and moaned, and her knees sank -
A-and she lifted her skirt, while Cheryl pressed her bud a-around in a circle.
"She really is a good girl, isnt she?"
"In all senses," Brand replied p-... a-almost proudly.
"F-hh!" S-squirming in front of her rival...
"Listen to her... how does she stand it?" Cheryl fairly purred in prurient delight, still rotating... the pad of her index finger gently manipulating the thick, engorged nub in a kind of slippery dance.
"Mnn..." Unable to hold back from mewling out her mouth, barely holding onto her balance, E-Elly -
"No wonder she gushes her panties! I go crazy when mine is touched even a little - and it's tiny compared to this!" S-stop! "Tiny and..."
"P-please..." Elly whispered. She couldnt stand - making fun... "No..." T-teasing...
"Well, there's all our other differences, too," Cheryl murmured, and finally, torturously, left Elly's clit alone t-to brush the teenager's nipples, cupping and l-lifting her bouncy brown t-tits... and then snaking around behind to explore firm black girl booty.
"I'd never get a thing done, with a body like this. No wonder..."
A terrible pause, while Elly needed... a-and felt her sensitive buttcheeks part, open, p-pulled -
"Elly."
Elaine nearly jumped.
Suddenly gone, was Cheryl's light, playful tone. Same with her hand - gone. Husky and serious - "Help me with my panties."
Elly - Elly only swallowed once, before her shaking knees, b-barely able to support her weight anyway, lowered... to the ground.
She touched... looking up for Cheryl t-to stop her, to stop... she touched slender, toned female thigh. Cheryl's smooth white skin, a-and... and h-higher, sliding up -
Stopped, suddenly, by Cheryl's firm grip.
"No peeping - understand?" God, Cheryl stared at... into Elly so hard it hurt, "When I'm ready, I'll let you look."
"I - I wouldnt..." Her bare brown boobs swaying, E-Elly shook her head that... that she wouldn't j-just peek in on another woman. She -
Cheryl let go, softening her gaze. "Okay. Thank you. Now..." The white woman slid her hand, with Elly's, helped slide her up, and arched her back...
And her other hand found Brand's thick white thing. In front of Elly's eyes - she had been so focused o-on Cheryl, she hadnt noticed him freeing it...
Cheryl stroked it. Down, pulling soft, veiny skin.
A-and Elly's hand found something lacy, stretchy, around Cheryl's hips. Her other hand, deep inside the white woman's black skirt, joined the other side.
Cheryl arched her back, giving Elly just enough space to pull... s-s-slide them...
Elaine didn't look, didn't, until they were down far enough, and Cheryl had settled back into the couch cushions. Lacy panties, midnight black to match her dress... Elly carefully maneuvered Cheryl's panties off and around one high-heel clad foot... and the other.
"Good girl..." Cheryl breathed, stroking Brand.
"Okay," Cheryl took a deep breath, and took her panties from Elly's hands. "I'm ready." Pulling at her skirt, folding it at her waist, revealing inch after inch of her of ivory legs, knees, thighs... and then, pausing.
"Remember what we talked about in the bathroom?"
Cheryl spread her legs, and lifted her skirt the - the rest of the way.
Oh... gosh.
Flawless, pale, with a pronounced mound and a narrow slit that concealed everything inside.
"What you're here for?" Cheryl grabbed her wine glass... raised it to her lips... never taking her eyes off Elly, her...
A word formed through the haze - a word Elly had been thinking... a-anticipating.
"Um... D-dessert?" Elly whispered from her knees, brown eyes looking into Cheryl's - shining and sincere.
Cheryl leaned her head forward into her glass, exhaling laughter in a short spell through her nose before swallowing her latest sip, while Brand laughed out loud.
A-and Cheryl joined him.
"Oh my god." Caressing Ellys cheek, lifting her downcast face, l-laughing...! "Yes, Elly, that's perfect - you're perfect. I was so tense for this, and..."
Leaning forward, Cheryl kissed Elly hard, with lips that tasted like wine.
"You're perfect. Dessert. Yes, come here."
Humiliation after h-humiliation - and Cheryl looked so pleased.
"Come here..."
She couldn't. This wasn't... w-wasn't...
Her.
She was so close. Close to Cheryl, close to Brand's penis, just... close.
"Don't be scared." S-scared and embarrassed and... "Take a little sniff, first, if that makes you more comfortable."
A sniff?! A -
God, it was right in front of her. Cheryl's bare, perfect wh-white...
"I can't." She was going to be sick. She -"Cheryl..."
"Are you scared of doing this - with a woman?"
Shaking her head, n-nodding her head - "I - I dont like girls. Like, um, like that." Elly licked her lips.
"I don't." Even to her, i-it sounded pouty. Hollow.
"Oh? You don't like... what?" S-staring at Cheryl - her eyes... then her moist, sweet... "How it smells?"
Not that. Elly... how did Cheryl not understand? She was a g-girl, and...
"It's nothing you haven't smelled before, time and again - quite a bit less strong, I think, than you're used to in your house."
"Right?"
"No. Yes, I mean." She wasn't going to examine... c-compare! I-it was, maybe less strong, but -
Definitely. Definitely... less. And right in front of her...
And unavoidable.
"It's nothing you haven't smelled before. There's no harm, Elly."
Cheryl petted her hair... p-petted. She was so close, her nose...
Ss-ssff...
Almost crying, Elly - everyone saw what she did. Oh, god, everyone knew. Brand...
"There." Petting Elly's hair, stroking strands away from her face... "I know that's what you like to do. Sniff. It's okay, Elly." She knew. Brand... stroking Brand's big dick...
Cheryl knew e-everything. Brand...
"It's okay..."
Sf-sfff!
"Tell me," Cheryl 's husky voice... her stroking, petting hand... "You don't mind it, do you? It's just a little different than you're used to."
"Tell me," Cheryl murmured. Insisted. "Sniff again if you need to..."
A-anything but that. Anything -
"Um, more... s-subtle. It's, um..." It filled nostrils. Like tangible strands coloring the air that she could inhale a-and...
Sff...
"F-flowery, I guess," Elly managed. It w-was the only word that -
"Oh, flowery." The young brunette above Elaine shivered, and smiled delightedly - openly pleased, "Thats so sweet... flowers smell good, don't they?"
G-good. God, she held in a-another sniff. Elly...
"Say - 'Yes, Miss Cheryl'."
The sound of a giggle, above her. Cheryl slouched, sliding herself forward. Completely... completely accessible.
"Yes, M-Miss Cheryl," Elly...
Ssff -
A polite, small sniff, j-just acknowledging that -
"You're so cute." Stroking her hair... "You do like it."
'Like' - n-no. Not 'like'. J-just couldn't help it. Couldn't...
It was right there, right in front of her, and being petted.. a-and between her own legs... god she needed -
"You're going to try it." Elly f-flinched. "Even if you still don't know if you want to - just try it a little bit."
A little bit. As if it was an exotic food she just had to taste, as if t-trying Cheryl's - as if it didnt mean everything.
Elaine made the mistake of looking at it - soft and bare and...
Cheryl touched it, with her hand, and somehow Elaine felt jealous that sh-she could freely touch what Elly... what Elly wasn't allowing herself to.
"That's my expectation, Elaine. Give it a try, understand?"
Unable to answer, Elly...
Elly nodded, and rested her full, pursed lips... just barely brushed Cheryl's wet heat.
It felt so strange, so warm and soft on her lips.
Oh, god - a woman's... Cheryl's...
"Gosh, thats a good black girl." A g-good... "Kiss me, Elly."
The distance was millimeters. Less. And Cheryl's petting hand - the barest pressure made up the distance.
Elly gasped for air, and got -
"M-mph!"
Eyelids fluttering madly, the tipsy, overwhelmed black girl got a mouth full of hot femininity.
"Elly - E-Elly, k-kiss - o-oh..."
The hand on Elly's head became anything but gentle. Pushing, grinding her face i-in -
Her long tongue, in. Her thick lips, sucking, p-pulling at soft, heady...
"Oh god... o-oh! She's really doing it!" Above Elly, Cheryl tensed, lean body pushing and pulling and rigid - "She... Brand - Brand k-kiss me."
Kiss me. Brand...
"I'm so lucky," Kissing, moaning through her kisses, Cheryl finally relaxed, relaxed her body and her grip on Elly's head.
Elly kissed, too. Kissed, made out with Brand through Cheryl. Kissed like she could... like she could connect through...
She was so tipsy... she wanted to kiss Brand. To make love.
P-petted. Her hair, petted, and grabbed. Slipping her tongue along Cheryl's slit, finding her tiny... it was tiny, hidden and almost unknowable - her erect clitoris.
"Hh-aa... Are... you touching yourself, Elly?"
Y-y-yes... "E-ephs..."
"That's okay - that's good. Do what comes naturally to you, Sweetie." Petting, stroking Elly's hair...
"Do I surprise you?" Cheryl asked Brand, her voice seductively soft. Body turning, almost writhing - but... slow. Gentle, and controlled.
"At every turn. I know this has been hard for you."
"Hard." Glancing up from her work, Elaine saw... saw Cheryl grab his big white d-dick... "Very hard. And different - but r-rewarding."
"I like her. Brand, I approve s-sah m-much more than... than the other one."
"I know. I knew you would. And I know this isn't normal for you, that it's not who you are. Cheryl - I'm more than impressed."
Elly was beyond crushed.
It was almost too much, too traumatic, what...
It made her stomach buzz, pain, and need - and she was playing with her clit harder, looking up, lips glued to Cheryl, pleasing harder, t-trying to... to say with her eyes...
Cheryl noticed, and smiled.
"Little... needy little attention girl. You're doing so well, too, Elly. You're amazing, and those thick lips, that tongue..."
Tongue. Lapping up the attention, Cheryl, Elly...
"Brand... Oh! The - the little slut's wriggling i-inside me - "
"Brand!" Gasping, shivering, grabbing Elly's hair - pulling her in, grinding her face i-into...
O-ow! Elly - !
Cheryl's shakey, cum- hand pulled the colored girl in, then pulled her hair, her head, roughly to the side - yanking and shoving Elly off, smearing her gah-gasping f-face - "I need you, Brand - now."
A long white leg flipped over Elaine's head, over Brand's legs.
"Inside me. I'm not waiting another day... date. I want you in me when I..."
Straddling Brand, Cheryl lined up his hard penis, "When we cum."
Elly watched to whole thing - scalp still stinging, m-mouth agape. Seemingly f-forgotten, she...
Cheryl slowly sank... down...
Elly watched the other womans white petals part, spread by Brands thick purple head.
"Oh! Oh, f- fuh- s-stretch me! Mister Barrington! B-Brand..."
The black girl watched, from behind. Watched her lover's thick penis slowly... achingly disappear. Swallowed up, by the sweet pink that she had so th-thoroughly, lovingly...
"It feels so... g-good! God you're big...!"
Down... all the way down. Then up, his shaft revealed - wet.
Cheryl's dress fell, straps coming off her shoulders, the black sides falling to match the scoop of her open back... r-revealing... revealed - the back profile of one of her tight, pert small breasts - beautifully conical a-and...
Sex. The teenage virgin stared - shocked, as Cheryl rode... flexing and straining, hips a-and stomach -
She stared - discarded. Useless. Elly, not knowing what... sh-she quietly, absently thumbed her clit. Kneeling and watching.
The rhythm stopped.
"What's... what's wrong?" Brand's hand, sliding up Cheryl's body...
"I - shes looking at us. I can feel her..." Cheryl whispered.
"I... I can't - like this. I know it shouldn't... but for our first time, um, Brand..."
"It's okay. Elly - the peeping. Come apologize." Brand's voice, male authority...
A-apolo -
Oh... god! Brand s-spread Cheryl's backside, her tight butt, and everything -
I-it. Clean, and pale. Indented, smooth, a-and winking.
"B-Brand?!"
Elly flinched guiltily at Cheryl's sharp tone.
"We can't just send her away," Brand's response, clear and reasonable... "Let her help. Shes a good helper."
"Come say 'sorry' to Miss Cheryl, Elaine." On one hand, fingers curled at the second knuckles - except the index finger, pointing straight at Mi-... a-at Cheryl's...
Her b-butthole.
A sweet stab shivered straight from Elly's thumbed clit.
"Now, Elly." Brand tapped his pointer finger.
"S-sorry!" Elly... ambling, She...
Right in front of her...
Tan, anal perfection looked back at her, and squeezed in on itself.
She swallowed.
"S-sorry. Sorry, Ch- " L-like her mom - Miss... "Miss. Miss Cheryl."
Elly wasn't looking at Miss... a-at Cheryl, though. She was staring at... It.
"Oh, god, this is weird. I can feel her breathing back there."
E-Elly held her breath.
"You started again, though." The movement had started again. Cheryl's legs and hips. Sex, this time right in front of Elaine's face. Cheryl's butt flexing... "Just wait until she starts sniffing."
N-no!
"N-no..." Cheryl laughed, mock-disgust playing across her vocals.
"And licking..."
Lick... Licking...
"Noo..." Cheryl giggled, voice quivering...
"Tell her. It has to be you."
"E-Elly. Elly..." Cheryl moaned, "Stop just looking at my butt! God - its embarrassing!"
Something touch the back of Elaine's head.
"M-nwuh!"
Cheryl pulled Elly in, and planted her face right between her buttcheeks. Into heat, into sweat and scent, and Elaine's fingers slipped along her clit at the sudden movement - stabbing into her tight little box.
Brand's - "Sniff, Elly." Sniff...
Tears in her eyes, broad brown nose planted right on it, directly on Cheryl's tiny winking sphincter -
Ss-sff...
"Brand!"
S-squirming against her face, Elly held tight, keeping the sweet spot still so -
SsfF - SSffF!!
"Brand! She's sniffing my butt! I - I thought you were trying to make me laugh!"
God! G-god! Elly w-was just trying to - they told her to! M-made her... everything drunken, hazy, smelling like...
Ssf-Ff!!
Stop!
"Oh!"
"Ngh!" Chin slapped by Brand's fat balls - they told her to - !
"I'm there! I'm gonna - Brand! Ah! L-lick... kiss me, Elly!"
Elly grabbed Cheryl's swaying, moving hips, and pulled her down on Brand's dick. She -
"Brand! I fuh- fucking - Ahh-Ah! I -nuh!!"
Kissed it. Fingers stabbing herself, going on instinct, Cheryl grabbed her head again while Elly , wormed, squiggled her long tongue right up and into tight, clean white girl butthole.
Cheryl shuddered, and collapsed forward. Releasing Elaine's head, still impaled, she...
N-no... a little more. Elly kissed, licked... wet kisses all over Cheryl's firm round cheeks, licking towards the center.
"H-eh... h-ahh... she's... that was th-ah... "
"Oh, h-hh, gosh. That was incredible. You cah-came inside me, and I c-couldn't hold on..."
"She..." Slim hips and backside moving in a full circle under Elly's face -
"She's still kissing - she's French kissing my butthole," Cheryl laughed softly. "It feels so odd... slippery... she went so d-deep when I came..."
"She gets attached. It's like a little girlfriend, now..."
G-girlfriend?! D-don't say...! P-p-please... the p-pressure building... her tummy, behind her hood... so... so close!
"B-Brand... hhh-help! She's... She's sticking it in me again!"
Fingers slipping along, squeezing either side of her clit... her, "Ph-muh!" Big, her f-fat black clit.
"I feel her licking i-inside..."
"-Nnh!" Elly, b-b-bumping her butt on the ground, her fingers - !
"She's just trying to squirt, I think."
"S-ah... squirt...?!"
God!
J-jamming her tongue deep - the tension... the t-tight, painfully warm aching...!
"Relax... tell her she's a good girl. She'll be done in no time."
"N- she - she can't! Thats my floor!"
"Elly!" Flexing, squeezing her butt, Cheryl s-scrambled up -
"Gnnh - !
Her anus clenched so tight, Elly's tongue so deep in her rectal slot, Cheryl practically p-pulled the wide-eyed teenage negress with her. P-pulled her tongue, stretched it upwards, to full length before - !
"NnhMM-gh!"
The release, the spray, her squirt was immediate, and violent. Elly's tongue slipped out, and the negro girl collapsed backwards, writhing, knees folded beneath her.
"Not the couch!" Quick as a flash, before the words even - Elaine was grabbed and with surprising strength onto her shoulders, butt in the air -
"Grrble!"
Her own, petering, warm spray directed back to her - her hair, her surprised face and chest. Her open, gurgling mouth.
She squirted again. A-and held... Desperately, weak and shaky, Elly tried not to s-squeeze again. To spray her face or hair or Cheryl's carpet behind her head. H-hold... relax...
"Eep!" Elly flinched.
Something warm, something else, something gooey plopped. Hit her right on the forehead, and slid down to her hair...
"God. I can't believe it." Cheryl let go of Elly's legs. "I'm leaking, too. Brand, h-hand me..."
The black girl, panting, on her back, staring up... eyes barely focused...
"Hand you...?"
Focused, on glistening white female sex, hovering above her.
"F-forget it. It's too... dammit. Elly, o-open."
Open...
"No, Honey, really open. I'm about to spread my knees, and I need those thick lips to be ready when I do.
"... Ready?"
Elly didn't have time to be ready for anything. But... fortunately she was wide open. Cheryl moved descended fast, her knees to either side of Elly's shoulders - she spent less than a second to line up.
Squishy, smooth white flesh settled right onto Elaine's mouth.
Her lips instinctively latched on. Sealing...
Something slid into Elly's mouth.
"Good girl."
Cheryl's... Elly swallowed, before she realized what it was.
Still recovering from her orgasm, half smothered, Elly was swallowing. Swallowing Brand's... his gift to Cheryl. For the first time, maybe b-becaused it was mixed, because she was being smothered and her brains were all cummed out...
Her throat working, the black girl swallowed. She e-even sucked, sucked and tongued.
A hand touched Elly's self-dampened hair.
"You're sure its not pee? What... what she does?"For a moment, an electric moment, Cheryl got up from Elaine's face and gently probed her hot, spent kitty. Elly - cool air. Breathing, gasping, thrusting her hips to meet the white woman's touch...
"Suh - "
"It's not pee," E-even through the haze and the blood pounding in her ears, Elly could hear the grin in Brand's voice. "I told you she squirts."
"It's all over the place," Cheryl responded - her voice n-not at all smiling. Disapproving, a-and -
"I-I'm sorry," Elly sobbed, sucking in air. Ch- on... "I - "
Cheryl sat back down, right back onto the negro girl's thick lips. Shutting her up mid-apology.
"... Lord." Cheryl sighed. "What a mess." A finger traced Elly's ribs, sending goosebumps up her side. "You're a mess, girl."
Sorry...
Sorry Elly sucked, s-suckled at Cheryl... sucked down...
And Cheryl rocked back, planting her crack firmly on Elly's nose. Wriggling her hips, settling into place.
Her throat bobbed, swallowing what she'd sucked. She hadn't been prepared for... Elly's eyes bulged. Staring up the arch of Cheryl's back...
Air!
SfFfF!
"-Ng!"
Cut off.
"You girls can't help it, can you?" The white woman spoke almost absently, both arms flexed skywards, bent at the elbows - arranging her hair above Elly while she gently rocked back and forth on her seat. O-on the colored girl's face. Each motion of her hips blocking Elly's breathing entirely... and then allowing her sweet air - delicately brushed by Cheryl's anus.
"Maintenance has a wet vacc. We can borrow it tomorrow, I suppose." Rocking back...
A-air.
The wrinkled, tan orifice squishing Elaine's nose disengaged... Cheryl leaned forward, giving Elly enough space to really breathe, fully, and without threat. To snort and sniff a-and -
"-Mm!"
A cool hand t-took Elly's hands away - and replaced them with... Ch-Cheryl's fingers stroked the colored girl's mound, with the grain of her hair... and scratchy, against it.
"This definitely needs a shave. I've seen what can happen, and you're too cute and tasty for some hairy black jungle down there."
"Mmph-hn-hn...!" Elly whimpered loudly - squirming under Cheryl's absent administrations, s-sucking on smooth w-white slit, her young brow furrowing.
"Not that I could ever, ever imagine trying... that. Ew," The white woman giggled.
G-god! E-Elly -
"For now, lets get you in the shower. I'll wash you..." Cheryl, t-tracing the oval outline of Elly's sex with a pointy female finger...
"And, if you're good, maybe you can wash me."
Something i-inside the teenager flexed, and with a hip-buck a tiny, tiny spurt of what Elly had desperately been trying to hold back the first time shot out of her urethra.
It splashed against Cheryl's cupped hand.
"Nuh-uh."
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Women of Color
Racially Charged Ravishings and Domination
A collection of tales where various non-white (or mixed race) women are cruelly treated. Racially charged concepts and LANGUAGE will be present, reader be warned.
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