Morning Glories

Carter grinned knowingly across the breakfast table, masticating scrambled eggs in his smug damn mouth.

"... Well, I think it shows wonderful self control," Cheryl proclaimed, patting Elly's hand.

Elaine didn't feel any self control. All she felt was a groggy pounding in her head, and a... a very different throbbing between her legs.

"Remarkable, really," Brand agreed. "Suppressing those instincts, with her clitoris poking the way it does..."

Throbbing made worse, the more they... everyone was t-talking about it. Her. Openly, around the breakfast table, with Miss Cheryl and Brand b-beaming at her together...

"Mommy and Daddy are really proud of you, Sweetie."

Oh, god. Oh god.

"'Mank oo," The colored girl mumbled, squirming her butt into her chair, fork and food concealing her miserable mouth.

"Yeah," Carter chewed.

"Yeah, I thought fer sure she'd get caught all-in this mornin' - like, bed soaked with squirt. When I said 'no' las' night, I mean, you ain't ever seen a couple nigger girls beg like they was doin' - "

"I-I'll do the dishes!" Elaine announced, abruptly standing, kind o-of slamming her palms on the table.

Silencing the conversation of her white companions.

U-um... E-Elly -

"Gosh, is she blushing?" Cheryl mock-gasped.

Table-wide laughter erupted. Reaching across, Uncle Carter casually honked Elly's black girl boobs, groping a-and nearly p- "Nf!" Pulling them out of her shoulderless cream flare dress.

"She does look a shade darker, doesn't she?" Brand s-smirked, and wiping his face with a napkin -

"You can clear the table, Elaine, but then meet me and Uncle Carter out back. The dishes will have to wait."

"Morning is wasting, and you have a lot of extra things to learn while we're here."

Finishing their drinks, eating some last bites, the group began to gather for their day, scooting in chairs and -

"Eep!"

Miss Cheryl s-swatted Elly's... her b-behind.

"M-Miss..." M-Miss Cheryl...

Miss Cheryl kissed Elly's cheek - a quick, happy peck, accompanied by a little droopy, nappy pig tail pull before stacking her plate on the way out.

Unlike Elaine, groggy and still feeling half-drunk, still riddled with sparks of shame about the previous days and night, flashes that pierced her soul - the white woman seemed refreshed and rosy, sporting an almost-concealed hickey a-and she...

And Brand...

"Be a good girl, Elly," Miss Cheryl called in passing.

"Um..."

E-Elly wasn't sure how long she stood - palms still stinging from slamming into the wood tabletop. It must have been only seconds, but... with the afterimage of Miss Cheryl playing across her staring eyes...

Elaine finally blinked.

The men were gone.

M-moving. Elly quickly gather plates and glasses, silverware and napkins. It all wound up in the sink or trash, quickly, a-and...

Dirty dishes or no, her mother would never have left the table crummy. So, Elly did that. She had to be better.

Better than her mother.

Better than outside, in a large white-painted wooden doghouse with a thick rubber mat floor. Naked except for her chastity belt, leash looped on a hook, with only the furry presence of Mister Fluffy and a chest of her treasures for company.

Better than where Elly had left her mom with a dog bowl of mashed-together eggs and plain toasted bread, another of milk, and a silent scowl.

Pussy pulsing with her thumping heartbeat, Elly stormed out back. With Carter, and Brand, a-and -

Her mother. Kneeling, and collared.

"There's our little lesbian!" Lesbian...! Carter, sh-shouting - ! "Come give Momma a kiss!"

Sh-shut - ! Jesus! A-across the yard... the sun had barely risen, but with only the protection of the privacy fence...

Elly practically ran. Sh-she - "Shh! D-Don't - !"

"C'mon! Kissy-kissy!"

Haunted almond eyes looked up. God, Elly's mother was so... so...

Naked.

It... every time was like the first, like a kind of punch to the gut. Seeing it up close. Dark skin over tense muscles, the curve of her mother's heavy breasts, her plump aureolae and the thatch of always-damp pubic hair between h-her legs...

"There she is. See, Nessie?" Brand petted the kneeling woman's hair. "There's your little girl."

Her mom had been hiding in her doghouse when Elly had delivered breakfast. Barely a fluffy head poking out. Not anymore.

"Yeah, there she is," Carter grinned. "You was begging to give 'er a kiss las' night. I think I got a shot of you two cryin' when I peeled you apart, clingin' to each other's - "

"S-stop..." Elaine groaned, squeezing her palms between her knees. "J-just s- "

"That - that wasn't me," Elly told Brand. Turning from Carter, turning away, "It was her, i-it wasn't..."

"Shh..." A thick thumb shushed Elaine's flapping lips.

"I believe you." The hand rested on her shoulder. "I believed you didn't cum, remember?"

E-Elly... "I - I didn't, though." Slowly pushed down... "I was good, Daddy, I - "

Elly was down on her knees. She - Brand had led her so slowly, sh-she hardly... she didn't...

"You are a good girl," Brand assured her.

D-Daddy.

"Of course you are. What did Uncle Carter tell you, Good Girl?"

Knees in the cool grass, close to... facing h-her...

"He told me to k-kiss. Um, kiss my..."

Both negress's avoided the other's eyes. The previous night... begging, writhing together -

"My mom."

Elly remembered. And shuddered.

The teenager wet her lips. Fumbling forward, a bit at a time...

"Mp!"

Dark lips, wet tongues, met.

Ch-Christ. It was awful. Unnatural - lesbian and incestual. Soft and slippery, brown and pink. She... exploring, th-they...

"Llp..."

"See how diff'rent they act now? They love it even more when they ain't been cummin' their brains out every hour."

"Mk!" Fuck! Noses and cheeks brushing, bumping into each other, almost forcefully -

"Better not let 'em go on too long. If las' night was any judge, they'll practic'lly glue together if you let 'em."

Jesus! Shut -

Brand laughed.

"Perhaps you're right. We do need to get going soon. Elly..."

Elly stopped kissing. She - tongue flicking in parting, petting her mother's own pink muscle... god! H-her horny, no-touching night...

"Elaine!"

"Mnh!" She h-had to - !

Still kissing, "Get..." Licking... "Roff!" Elaine pushed the nigger mother away - shoulders, a-and... and...

Ugh! P-panting...

"Better. Calm down."

I-it wasn't her fault.

"Calm down. Now, you're going..."

It... her mother... her mom. Sitting, looking wounded, like Elly... like... she shouldnt have - she didnt want to -

"... This bucket, Elaine. Elly - are you listening?"

Listening... glistening...

Elly blinked.

"Y-ye- "

"It's got everything. Oral hygiene, rags and sponges, a towel - okay? Some soaps, and here - a makeup kit."

"Okay?"

Nodding, rapidly nodding her head, fluffy pigtails bobbing, "O-"

"So, where would you start?"

Brand... Daddy waited. And Elly... house g-girl, she...

The colored girl fumbled in the big bucket. She - a toothbrush, and toothpaste, and looking up... she looked up at Brand, and Uncle Carter. For approval, preemptively flinching, one eye twitching closed - the side where Carter had slapped and h-hit her -

Brand smiled.

"Toothbrush?"

Elly nodded. "Um, y-yes. Um, D-Daddy."

Jesus. Her mother was already compliantly opening her mouth. Like a baby, unable to do her own teeth, but knowing it was for her own good.

Elaine stuck the scrubber in her mom's filthy little mouth, a-and -

"Blackie is in your hands, Elaine. It's your job, every morning."

Scrubbing...

"It's your job to make her clean and pretty for work. To make sure she's ready, and taken care of - a woman, not a puppy."

Scrubbing farther - hooking in a finger Elly revealed white teeth and healthy pink gums.

She cleaned them. Clean.

"... Rhm?" Her mother winced. Tears welling in the older woman's eyes...

"She gets used to this. She likes it - likes it... simple. But she needs to face her responsibilities, too. As a company professional. She needs a friend to get her ready - someone she trusts."

"We can trust our Girl Scout to do all that. Right?"

Elaine... slowed. Less harsh, less demanding.

"Yes, Daddy."

She took care of her mother. Her naked, outdoor...

"Spit, Mom," Elly instructed.

The black woman did it. She spit when Elly said.

Just like she said.

"An' here I thought she only knew how'ta swallow," Carter chuckled.

Comments from the damn peanut gallery.

"And rinse her mouth," Brand instructed, handing Elly the hose. The teen twisted its slim, cone-shaped nozzle, pointed at her mom's face -

"Wait," Brand -

Water shot out in a sharp, hard line, right up the negress's nose.

"Nn-glg-Guh!"

"Ah! Sorry! Whoops! Ah..."

Carter laughed, while Brand pointed Elaine's wrist, and the spray, at the grass. "Keep it pointed away, until you've got the right setting. Here..."

Brand twisted, and the forceful stream turned into a wide, misty drizzle.

"I - I haven't used a hose before," Elly apologized. "Um, much, I mean. I..."

"Sorry," Elaine mumbled to her mom's miserable, dripping black face.

"U-um, sorry," Elly suppressed... kind of suppressed a smirk. She couldn't help it, the woman just looked so -

"Open up, Nessie," Brand instructed.

"Open up, Mom," Elly repeated after him, and tilted her wrist up.

The cold wide spray made Elaine's mother flinch, and shiver, when it hit her breasts and chin.

"She's a thirsty girl, isn't she?"

"Y-yeah..." Elly whispered, passing the nozzle though her mom's lips, watching water spill off her chin while she gulped, and gulped, and a-and -

"She is..."

Brand gave Elly an odd look, and the black girl blushed, shifting on her toes - realizing his question had been rhetorical.

"Better for her to get her drink now, than after our friend here has been up her big brown butthole."

"Isn't that right, Nessie?"

"Gllk..." The dripping, gulping woman gurgled out a groan, a-and...

"... What?" Elly...

"Um, What?" Looking at Brand -

"Gllrg!" Oops! Not paying attention...

B-Brand motioned the hose over.

"Our hose here - give it to me."

"Our hose here has two holes to water. We use it for brushing, sure..."

"Ff-gh!" Brand casually punctuated his little lecture by spraying the naked negress's face - a quick twitch of his wrist, seemingly just for sport.

"But we also use it for the back."

"This," Brand pointed at the flared tip of the hose, and liberally spread some clear, smooth jelly on it, "... Goes right up, inside your mother's pooper. Come on."

"Turn, Nessie."

"Br- D-Daddy, P-rbbl!"

A second, impatient twitch if Brand's wrist sprayed the older negress's face, cutting her off mid-protest.

"Come on Vanessa. You know already - drinks for the front, and drinks for the back."

Elly's mom was already moving. Face dripping, plodding resentfully on all fours.

"There's a girl. You know it keeps you healthy. High in the air - we let gravity do some work, remember."

Brand squatted, and pulled Elly with him. Placing her hand on the hose, wrapped together...

Oh, god. Descending to the level of her mother's hairy negro buttcrack -

"Fits right inside 'er these days," Carter observed. "Make sure ya push it deep, or you ain't gonna get a tight seal anymore.

The tapered adjustable brass nozzle - he was right. At close inspection, as it approached, its slightly flared head was almost the perfect size for her mother's distended butthole.

"Oh-my-god." Elaine, in spite of herself, hung over head spinning, laughed a brief, nervous giggle. "Sh-she's just..."

It was. It... Elly had never... "It's open."

"M-mElleee..."

The hairy female butthole screwed closed tight. Hitting her fist in the soft grass, tearing at the lawn, Elaine's mom -

"You scared it!" Carter laughed.

"Mp!"

"I-it's not... it's not funny!" Elaine's mother whined, bumping her butt in the air.

She had hardly spoken since she had tried to greet Elly in the dark morning. When the teen had stumbled out, half drunk, mushed-together eggs and toast in a bowl. Voice like nails, telling her mother not speak. Not a peep, or a peek.

Brand prodded the recalcitrant hole. "Nessie? Nessie! Release!"

If anything it looked like it got tighter. And with Carter tsk-_tsk_ing behind her...

"Elly," Brand sighed, a-annoyed, "Help your mom. I don't want to hurt her, and this is your doing - say something nice to her."

"Show us 'ow a house girl handles it, nigger. Din't Miss Cheryl give you some 'nice' tips? Bet she could..."

"M-Mom?"

"I - I'm sorry about this morning."

Elly wasn't sorry. While she'd barely slept, haunted by the feel of what they'd done, how they'd begged...

Haunted b-between her legs, following Uncle Carter's instructions, not touching...

Her mother had been sleeping like a baby. And Elaine knew, just knew that, chastity belt or no, the older woman had cum. She had to have. Snoring, and snoozing, while Elly prepared breakfast - while Elly served her -

Elly shuddered and... and she wasn't going to be an outside girl.

"You don't want it to hurt, Mom. Do you?"

She wasn't.

"I-it..." Reaching, tentatively touching with her fingernail. Ew... w-with her soft fingerpad... "It's okay, Mom."

Elly petted its wiry little hairs, massaged in a circle.

She stroked it.

Christ, Carter had his phone out. Quietly taking pictures, o-or filming.

"That's good. Great. Feel it relax, girls," Brand encouraged with a warm, genuine smile. "Keep going."

"R-relax for me, Mom. Let me just..." Oh, god, "Feel it relax."

"I wont look, I promise." Elly wasn't sure why... why she lied, but some of the tension released, and encouraged, inspired by her lie - "None of us are looking, okay?"

"Okay."

"It's okay."

The teen spoke softly, repetitively, keeping the hard edge she was feeling out of her tone. Circling her mother's orifice, rimming it, assuring her mother with each revolution, Elaine felt the muscle expand under her finger. Circling wider...

"Mnh-hn..."

"It's okay, Mom."

Elly felt it grow. Watched it.

Brand squeezed Elaine's hand, holding the hose to the grass.

"That's good - that's good, Nessie. Your daughter's right - we're not even looking, we wont see inside, Vanessa. Not at all" They were looking. Carter - Carter has his damn phone out, taking pictures or filming the nearly dime-sized little hole Elly had opened up. Touching... stroking its rim with a fingernail - it would be effortless to pass her whole finger inside.

In Elaine's hazy, hung over brain i-it was like it was asking her to, to feel that warm squeeze hugging her finger, compelling it inside...

"It'll be just a gentle push," Brand nodded, making the colored girl nearly jump off her heels. H-how he knew what Elly -

The white man lifted the hose.

Th-the hose. Dumb... dumb, dumb, stupid, disgusting n-nig-

"Relax..."

R-relax. Brand was... was probably talking to her mom, but together, he Elly lifted, spraying between the negress's accommodating buttcheeks...

"Ghn!" Elly's mother grunted.

Relaxed, and open, guided by both Brand and Elaine, the flared nozzle tip pressed... and passed straight through the negress's rectal opening.

"Mh-nmm..."

Oh. W-wow. Elly swallowed.

With Brand guiding her hand, they pushed it in further, together. Spreading her mom's buttocks with her fingers, Elly watched the long, tapered brass nozzle disappear, growing thicker and thicker - opening, widening, depressing the hole... sliding deep in the grasping anus.

Spraying inside her mother.

"See? She's filling up nicely. All the way - we want the seal to be nice and tight."

"Doesnt... _doesnt _it hurt?" Elly whispered, almost... almost scared.

"Hur-mm..." Elly's mom groaned in response.

"I mean, i-isn't it... is it dangerous?"

"No, no." Brand soothed. "Not as long as you're here. The water is clean, and we keep the spray light for this."

"Dangerous is gobblin' up shitty dick after a nice, sweet assfuck," Carter crudely added.

"Niggers gotta be ready for any o' their holes to git used." The white man nodded sagely, grabbing his crotch. "Specially their fat, animal asses."

G-god. Clenching her... her own muscular, her a-ample a-asscheeks...

"Um, even... even, um, house- " Elly swallowed, "House n-niggers?"

Carter, with a big grin growing on his face, playfully, annoyingly, b-bopped Elaine's nose with a hard finger.

"Alright." Brand grabbed Elly's wrist. "That's quite a bit. Hand on her stomach."

Snaking underneath, Elly felt her mother's stomach - firm and slightly bloated.

"Feel it?"

"When you feel it getting hard like that... we don't want too much pressure."

"Ready, Nessie? Hold on just a bit more. You're being such a good girl. Little Elly's going to pull out, now."

"Make sure to give her warning. All that water wants to shoot out of her, like a balloon."

"Quick, now. Shes ready to pop. One... two..."

"Three!"

"GmmFf!" Grunting, there was a brief leak - but the black woman screwed her anus closed. Dripping water, Elly's mother began swiftly, awkwardly shifting her hips - trying to move, to crawl, while keeping her tummy still.

"U-um, shouldn't we have... why don't we do this b-by her spot?" God, it looked painful. Elly could see the little hint of a belly, where there was none before.

"Look! See, she's a thinker." Brand's heavy hand patted Elly's head. "No, Sweetie. We saw how loose her butthole is - this is good exercise for it. Keeping all her water in. The movement will also help jostle and remove anything still clinging inside her rectum."

"... And, this way, she can decide her own special place to release. She's got all this space back here - I think that's important to her. She needs to make these little choices. See? She's thinking... and..."

Sympathetic humiliation almost put Elly in the grass. Talking about it, watching her mom think - awkwardly waddle-crawling, brow furrowed in distress, carrying around her distended tummy...

And the too-clear relief in her eyes when she chose her... her spot in the bushes, where she turned a-and -

"O-uoo..."

FSSsss...!

Tainted water shot obscenely, noisily out of the negress's sphincter. In front of Brand, and Carter. And... and her daughter.

Elly stared, unable to look away from the train wreck, as sharp spray was expelled by her mother's rectum in an arc. A-as the black woman moved from her knees to crouch on her haunches, shaking her hips and ass to allow gravity to eliminate the rest - piss dribbling out at the same time.

"... And that's why we save bath time for last. Come on, Nessie - don't play with it."

Elly gasped.

'Play' with it.

She silently moaned, sucking in air and b-bumping her thighs together. G-god, her mother -

"Come on, girl."

Her mother started back. Head down, eyes down, nipples brushing the blades of grass out of the way.

"Now, this we do over the concrete." Every time... when the men spoke, Elly felt like she was being pulled out of a dream. "It wouldn't make much sense to get muddy during bath time, would it?"

Everything was so surreal, and her head... she still felt the ****, and between her legs...

"No, she's a clean girl," Brand answered his own question. He hooked his index finger around the older woman's collar, a-and putting her in place...

Hose in her palm, Elaine began washing down her mother. Adjusting the spray, a little harder... not too hard... and acutely aware of being supervised, she...

With a wet sponge, lots of body wash, she kind of... she kind of cared for her mom. And her mother let her, let Elly lift her mom's arms, or snake under her belly. Barely grunting at the cold water, the negress only showed expression when Elaine washed and rinsed her face - scrunching it up, and sniffing out soap bubbles.

"Isn't she cute like that?"

"Just adorable. She is staying so still. Good girl, Nessie."

S-sponging down her mother's back in broad circles, over the older woman's round buttocks, trying not to look, Elaine...

"Um..."

Elly prompted a knee lift with her hand - and when her mother parted legs, the flowery smell of body wash and sweet smell o-of her... of nigger... of her mom's...

Already hung over... Jesus. Dizziness flooded into the teenager's skull.

Elly washed her mother's grassy, dirty knees until the rich brown skin shined. Renewing her sponge, she prepared to... god, she let it drip, hovering over the sick heat between her mother's legs.

"Th-thank you, Miss..." Elaine's mother... "Miss Elly."

Elaine sneered, a-and almost... she felt her hand tense around the hose, ready to swing, t-to hurt -

"You're showing a lot of restraint, Mother," Elly murmured, passive aggressive instead.

She pressed down, and aside from a little burble...

Silence. And no humping. Elly knew it - she knew -

"You found a way last night, didn't you?"

Soaking... rubbing and cleaning her mother's soaked backyard pussy, Elly felt the kneeling negress tense.

"I-I couldn't - I was locked up. Not like... you might have, but I -"

How dare... Elaine's chest puffed out in righteous indignation.

"I'm the house n- " Elly clenched her teeth. P-past the lump in her throat -

"... Nigger. I didn't touch myself all night, o-or this morning - "

"I didn't either!" Too satisfied, there was something about her denial that didn't sit right, something...

"Yes you did!" Harshly, under her breath - _exhausted _from tossing and turning the previous night, from keeping her hands off her privates, fragile and hung over, Elly - !

"That's enough, Elly."

"That's enough! Are you trying to make your mom cum?"

"Rinse her off. Dry her off. It's going to be very counter productive if you need supervision - if you cant be trusted when your mother's cunt is in view."

"I... I wasn't..." The last thing Elly wanted t-to do was... she wasn't trying t-to... to **** her mom, she -

Brand threw a towel, nearly in Elaine's face, a-and fighting... biting back tears and shame, the hung over teenager dried off her mom - roughly, and swiftly, a-and -

"I-I'm sorry." Elaine apologized to Brand. And Carter. Meeting their eyes, "I..."

"Go inside, Elly. That's your morning with your mom. Feeding, and cleaning. We will keep on working on it - yes?"

"Y-yes. Daddy. Sorry. Um..."

Carter - Carter led Elly away. Hand on her elbow, while she glanced back at the handsome older man. Brand, and her mother...

She leaned on Uncle Carter a bit, while walking up the stairs. She had just woken up, and already she felt emotionally... physically ragged. Spikes of raw adrenaline and need were accompanied by crashes - nothing was right, nothing...

"Up the stairs. Use that big black ass, don' be lazy - up."

Warm male muscle supported the aching colored girl to her room. To her bed, and had her sit.

"Here, I got somethin' for ya." The white man fished in his pocket, "Lookit this."

In his calloused palm, rested a slim tube. The kind Elly associated with topical medicines, only devoid of markings - no brand, no description.

"Let's see if'n I'm right. Up with the legs - show me them panties."

Elaine, stomach tight, breathing shallow... she hesitated. She...

Sh-she showed him. Satiny, a little lacy, and white, and very, very -

"Mhp!"

"Pokey li'l thing," Carter remarked, p-_poking _Elly's clit back, through through her panties - making the teen girl's butterflied thighs twitch closed, before she was able to flex them back open.

"This is made 'specially for big girls like you. Even when girls and boys ain't touchin' it, i's always poppin' out isn't it? If you do a lot of movin' around, it's gonna get chafed and sore. In't it?"

"Let's see you. Take 'em panties off and spread it."

Elaine didn't have much of a choice. She didn't trust the white man, not like... not with...

B-but, the brown girl lifted her dress, and pulled down her sticky panties.

"Good nigger."

Sh-she slowly spread her legs for him.

"An' the lips. Both hands, around the back of yer thighs, and spread yer snatch wide."

G-god. On the edge of her bed, knees spread, finding a hold on her own soft, brown labia majora... Elaine exposed herself.

"Such a smooth little baby pussy."

The black girl spread her shaved teen... b-baby pussy even wider, and bit and sucked on her tongue while Uncle Carter circled the ointment on her clitoris.

"'Cept for this fat thing. Gonna plump it up real nice -so's all the boys know you ain't handin' out baby pussy. Don't wanna scare em off, right?"

"Uh-um..." Holding on, spreading and... and not understanding -

"R-right. Thank..." Almost drooling, the smooth feeling of slippery lotion on her clit - Elly squirmed in place.

"No touchin' this fer a bit, now," Carter instructed, still manipulating her straining little nub. "An' no letting others touch for a bit either, after it's on - yer oink-ment needs time to work. 'Specially other girls."

"Gotta make this a quiet time, okay? You get a dose three times a day, at leas'. Maybe even it can be a little break time for you. You jus' ask Mommy or Daddy, for yer special clit break. Okay?"

Rubbing her nub all the while, making Elly tense, and flex, making her little black pussy squirm and her fat clit jump, the teen only t-took in... she...

"O-okay. Okay. Ah, o-okay, okay... a-ah..."

Elly grabbed Uncle Carter's wrist, p-pressing... rubbing... up and down her slit - her smooth b-baby slit, h-her...

"P-pease... it'd only take... jus' a little, pl-" Elly whimpered quietly, shifting and tossing pathetically, when Uncle Carter's administrations slowed to a crawl...

And stopped.

He patted her spread pussy.

"No."

"Please!" Elly nearly screamed. She - !

Oh. Oh, god. Sh-she...

"Aggressive," Uncle Carter frowned. H-he -

"Nobody wants a 'gressive monkey. Yer gonna scare decent folks. Down."

"I - "

"Down!" Carter yelled, pointing at the ground.

Elaine flinched bad, sure she was going to be smacked, sure that...

Her knees hit the floor, and she flinched again - this time barely avoiding a hard hit from Uncle Carter's weighty white dick.

Humiliation piling on humiliation - and worse she... it was her fault. Her... th-the the black girl opened her mouth... a-and, looking up like she'd been taught, hungry with her unfinished, lurking need, lowered her thick lips onto -

Uncle Carter slapped the side of Elaine's nappy head.

"Ghn!"

"Christ yer a cock gobbler. You forget Mommy an' Daddy are leavin' soon? You forget that you jus' did yer makeup?"

"I-I-I don't..."

"Um - "

"I got you on camera doin' hotter actin' than yer piss poor suck jobs if I need to get off - this," Carter pointed at his angry, erect cock, "Is jus' a chance for you to be respec'ful. A sniff, and a kiss. Jus' a good 'Greet', girl."

A...

God, the scent was masculine. Even though he had showered - even more than Brand o-or... or anyone, Uncle Carter's cock and balls j-just smelled earthy and male a-and -

"Ssff-FFF!!"

Cavernous nostrils taking it all in, the black girl's eyes rolled straight back into her skull.

"Fuck, youre dumb," Uncle Carter affectionately informed the sniffing, kissing n-nigger on his scrotum.

Massaging her scalp. Pressing her close to his most sensitive parts.

"Dumb little niglet."

"I'm sorry," Elly guiltily... irrepressibly horny and cared for and hugged in close to Uncle Carter's male... h-his...

"An' no crying! Fuck, if I wanted yer makeup ruined Id be halfway down yer throat by now."

"Sorry!" Elly, cupping Uncle Carter's cool, hanging testicles, k-kissing them tenderly and sticking them right up against her flared nostrils -

"Sff... sf-sff-s-sff..." She left little sniffs and snuffs all over their wrinkled surface.

"... Good." Carter, as soft as he'd ever spoken to Elly, w-wagging his d-dick in her face, "Good. That's good."

Elly could tell it was ending l. C-could tell, she desperately kissed a-and, "Sff - "

She got a pat.

"Say goodbye to yer friend."

"Um..." Humiliated, o-on her knees, watching it disappear -

The negro girl impulsively gave his bulbous dick head a last little kiss. A-and blushed, when Uncle Carter smiled crookedly down at her.

"B-bye," Elly whispered.

"Fuck. Dumb monkey. Can' even help 'erself."

Elly didn't say anything, not a word to the abusive man. Sh-she quietly looked down, a-and -

Carter's strong hand around her waist helped Elly to her feet.

God, she was confused. She was so, so stupid. Stupid and confused.

She kept not speaking when the white man rummaged in her panty drawer, grunting "No... no..." And shaking his head. Ruining the folding and sorting of her carefully placed panties - searching...

"Perfect." Uncle Carter grinned back at Elaine, dangling his find.

Panties. Certain panties, with little safari animals, that Miss Cheryl had insisted Elaine purchase on their shopping trip. Childishly cute lions and giraffes and... and monkeys, all happily crouched or playing.

Elaine had buried them deep. B-but not... not deep enough.

"Thank you..." Elly felt childish just taking them from his big hand. And just as bad, knowing that her morning panties were already ruined - wet a-and sticky, and when she peeled them off her ankles...

"You really din't play with yerself las' night, did you?"

The colored girl bashfully shook her head. S-so wet... and they were so close. They were so close that, when they exchanged panties, Elly thought Carter was going to kiss her. She honestly did, and wetting her lips, she -

"Gh-OH!"

Elly pounded Uncle Carter's chest with one ineffectual fist, while he stuffed her no-longer-virgin pussy with her own panties. It was like hitting a damned t-truck, but every instinct she had told her to stop - stop his **** - "S-stop!"

"Hold still, Monkey," The big man's growl s-stopped Elaine's pounding and struggling, h-he...

One thick finger completed the job, stuffing the last of the colored girl's lacy white panties up her tender hole. Mumbling... mumbling something on his chest, Elly waited for him t-to be done.

Uncle Carter pinched her soft brown cunt lips closed, pressing up to secure her panty plug in place.

"A little stuffin' never hurt a black girl. Can't be leakin' all over 'em fresh cotton panties, can we?"

God, Elly felt bloated and... and weird, bending to put her animal print panties on. Angrily, resentfully she straightened, smoothing her skirt, holding her tummy -

Hard hands grabbed her tits. H-hurting her through the thin fabric.

"U-um, no." The stuffed black teenager shook - shook her head. "N-no, uh, Sir."

The grip didn't loosen. I-if anything... "O-ow!" Elly grabbed Carter's wrists, sh-she - "Please...!"

"Hands off," The white man's voice was a low growl. Manipulating her flesh, roughly massaging - "Let it happen."

Elaine... on her tip-toes...

She let go. It didn't h-help. He held, and crushed, b-but Elly, hands by her sides...

"P-please..."

"These'r fer showin' an' grabbin'. I bet you were a bit of a 'no' girl in the past. That stops now."

Stops... s-stop...

"N-no..." No to the question, or the pain, Elaine -

"Uh-ahh! AhH!" It - worse! S-struggling, not struggling, he was like iron, and she - Elly -

"Yer a 'yes' girl. 'Yes, Sir' an' 'Yes Ma'am'."

Cruel fingers d-digging -

"Accomodating an' sweet." Jesus! Christ, h-he was twist-twisting - ! "Take it. Girls like you take it. Yes?"

"Y-yes - Sir!" Elly spoke in a gasp, a **** gasp. Not... ceasing fighting, not -

"Im a good nigger - a good girl." Pleading, desperately c-convincing -

"A 'Yes' girl."

"A-a..." The hands mauling Elaine's young tits finally, finally began to relent. Petting her breasts, circling and pulling at her erect nipples...

"A 'Yes' girl. Yes, Sir," Elly responded in her best-bestest Yes Girl voice.

Carter did kiss her then. Long, and passionate, making Elly gasp and her back arch - arms bent up, to hold onto his shoulderblades. So she didn't... so he didn't... his hands explored her young body, her tender ribs, and under her skirt...

It e-ended. It ended with her resting against Uncle Carter's chest, kissing where she had h-hit him moments ago, while being stuffed.

God, she was pathetic. And bruised. And bloated. A-and Carter chuckled, and helped her move. On him, supported by him - down the stairs, just like she had come up. All the way to...

Oop!

Standing off to the side, near the base of the stairs, Miss Cheryl looked at Elaine with a flash of judgement in her eyes. Suddenly letting go of Uncle Carter, n-not wanting to... like being caught b-by...

M-Mommy.

"There she is." The secretary's smile wasn't all that warm.

"All ready?"

Ready? Miss Cheryl and Brand and her mother were leaving, and Elaine...

R-ready...?

"And... Carter? You'll be leaving when we do?" Miss Cheryl asked, very politely.

"Uh, yeah." Elaine's heart leapt. B-by herself... by herself, she could... could think a-and -

Flashes of thoughts, shame and hate...

I-it was scary. It... m-maybe she could find someone to talk to, someone who knew her, someone...

"Yeah, I cant stick around 'ere all day. Jus' - I was meanin' to give this..."

Carter fished out his... Elaine's little clit-medicine tube.

"Make sure the girl scout gets this at least three times a day - ta keep her healthy. With a glove or towel. She knows where to put it."

"I... see."

"Alright, well..." Shrugging, the white man turned to the door.

Elly... torn between Miss Cheryl and Uncle Carter, cleared her throat. J-Jeez... she was almost... almost crying.

Pathetic. She...

"... B-bye."

Pathetic.

The crude man, the white man who Elly had lost h-her virginity to... left, with a little backwards smile. Elly...

Elly found herself alone with her white mommy. With Carter gone, and her mom a-and Brand still getting ready.

Miss Cheryl had her silky brunette hair up, the way Elly remembered it always being before the weekend. Made up, dressed up in a crisp black shirt and matching light slate gray power suit - a slim-shouldered blazer and skirt that fell just above her knees...

Elaine tried to smile. B-but she couldn't quite meet Miss Cheryl's eyes. Her mother's secretary, dressed in shiny black heels, stood taller than Elly a-and... and what Cheryl had seen, and what Elly had done...

Elly kept her eyes on the ground, until slender female fingers caressed the hard line of her tense jaw, and raised her head up.

"Be a big girl, okay?"

Elly's animal-print panties squished.

"Y-yes, um... M-Mommy."

Gosh. The white woman's real... real smile lit, sped up Elaine's heart. Perfume a-and...

"Ready?" Brand's voice boomed, making the colored girl nearly jump out of her skin.

Brand, and Elly's mom...

Brand had on a faintly pinstriped navy suit, that made the gray of his eyes jump - like a silver storm above the ocean. H-he...

Oh, gosh.

And - Elly's mother wore a black dress - a flare dress, like hers. Not shoulderless, a little more mature, Elly had maybe seen it once or twice before...

It wasn't exactly a matching cut to Elly's, it didn't have an opening in the back that she recalled, and Elly's flare was a little more bouncy, with a couple more frills - but the matte fabric was similar in style and texture, and a thick cream-white belt around her waist that contrasted Elly's own slender black belt created a kind of negative mirror image. Only, black as her mom's dress was, it was much more reminiscent of a french maid's outfit - and with matching high black heels and ridiculous fishnet stockings and lightly arranged natural afro styled hair...

Her mom was going to work like that. It - it was a new kind of jarring for the teen, even after everything.

Her mom, and work. A-and everything that she... that Elly had seen...

Elly couldn't imagine it. Didn't want to.

She just knew shed be out of it. If she could just have one thing, before they left, before she could...

"Um, hi. Hi, Daddy," Elaine stood in Brand's way. M-maneuvering -

"Before - I know you need to go. That I made you late, that I - Ill be better - " Babbling, babbling and embarrassed, a-and in front of everyone -

She had to.

"Can I..." Elly swallowed, picking at the top of her dress. Playing at adjusting her still-sore breasts i-into place.

"Can I cum, Daddy?" She just had to blurt it.

And keep - keep going, all eyes on her. "I cant, um... wait all day - you know. Ive been good, and all last n-night..."

They were looking at her. Everyone, l-looking...

"And today. Today I..."

"Please?" Elly whispered, almost beaten down by the horrible silence. By the looks the white couple shared.

"Isn't it cute, how she talks like that? Gosh..." Cheryl sighed contentedly.

"Of course you can come, Sweetie," The white woman answered.

O-oh. Elly's defeated head bobbed up. Toes spreading happily, feeling the fibers beneath her feet...

"Th-thank - "

"I mean, really, honey. We're certainly not going to leave you alone at home all day," Miss Cheryl laughed. "Can you even imagine? After last time? With the police and..."

"Get your shoes, Elly." Already in motion, across the fourier, Brand opened the door to the garage and gestured for Elly to come.

Come with.

O-oh.

Elaine's tense toes turned nearly white from grabbing the carpet so hard.