Kissed Clean

Struggling to keep up, struggling w-with the panties stuffed into her belly, Elaine stifled a groan.

"Come on, Elly!" Hannah turned, patting her slim th-thigh.

The Asian girl had become wholly insufferable.

"Come on - you're, like a foot taller than me! What's the hold up?"

The... the damn hold up was that Elly was pulling a dolly full of Cheryl's new office supplies with one hand, holding saran wrapped binders with her other arm, and Hannah was setting a pace that... her quick little devil feet were s-speeding along, while poor, bloated Elaine huffed a-and puffed and...

"Oof..."

"I-I'm not... that much taller than you," Elly muttered. "In those shoes."

"Are you talking back?" Hannah abruptly stopped, and Elly's momentum - sh-shit! Elaine nearly skidded into Hannah's face, slanty eyes narrowed. Looking, unflinching.

Elly... Elly sucked in air through a false smile - teeth bared. "No, Miss Hannah."

"Do you really want to compare shoes? I can hear you flip-flopping up and down the hallway - it's bad enough how you're dressed without you calling attention to it. You might as well go barefoot, like some, um, s-savage."

A flash of insecurity on Hannah's face, and fled as quickly as it came - transformed into anger, and turned back out again. To Elaine.

"Who dressed you, anyway?" The young office girl sneered. "It's disgraceful."

"A-ah!"

A finger flipped the black girl's short skirt up, for a split second r-revealing the college girl's secret, secret animal print panties.

"S-sorry!" Holding her skirt, hugging her slipping, falling binders a-and checking for onlookers, Elly -

God, Hannah's s-smile made everything worse. The underconfident Asian girl was enjoying... she was messing with Elly, a-and -

"Come on, girl." Miss Hannah patted her thigh again. "Miss Thomas is waiting."

Carrying only a light burden of notebooks and pens, Hannah was g-going... gone, around the corner without a backward look - leaving Elly to drag their haul or get left behind. Ignoring the look she got from a male passerby, Elly followed. Wishing she had a chance to... if Hannah would just leave her alone, in the bathroom, sh-she could at least pull the panties out of her tummy. Maybe think straight for a moment, m-maybe touch her... secretly t-touch -

"She's coming," Hannah announced, from Cheryl's open office door. Her small jaw flexed when Elly approached, eyes as wide as they would go - intense, warning a-and... telling her, like, b-be -

Miss Hannah's eyes flicked to the black girl's slap-darkened cheek, before they entered Miss Cheryl's together.

"Perfect," From behind her new desk, fingers typing, forehead lightly wrinkled in concentration, Miss Cheryl pointed.

"Just push it all by my desk, around the side. Thank you so much, Hannah."

Hannah? Elly had carried more, labored more, a-and -

"... And, Elaine, of course."

Miss Cheryl... Mommy stopped working completely, for a moment, and smiled.

Smiled just for Elly.

"You're being such a big girl, Elly. Are you getting along?"

A b-big... in f-front of Hannah..."Um, y-... I think..."

"Are you helping Miss Hannah?" Shifting her attention to her work, Miss Cheryl didn't even wait for Elly's response. Didn't - "Are you being a good helper?"

Pins and needles of humiliation tingled down Elaine's spine, from the of her skull to the globes of her butt.

"I... I'm trying. I think. I, um..."

"Miss H-Hannah is, um," Bossy, and abusive... and l-looking... looking at Elly, and...

"She's helping me. A-a lot," Elly responded carefully, without a hint of shade. She... smiled Miss Hannah's way - a-and got nothing but more heat in her cheeks back. Slowly setting the dolly by Miss Cheryl's desk... down, Elaine worked the office supplies off of it with careful, careful back-and-forth twists.

"Youre not bothering her, are you, Elly?" Oh, Christ. "Hannah - Elaine has quite a strong attraction to pretty women, don't be afraid to - "

"Ch-Cheryl!" Elaine burst out, her voice cracking into a whine. "M-Miss Cheryl. I... I don't... g-girls... Hannah..."

"Oh!" The white woman looked back up from her work, eyebrows raised in honest surprise.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie. I didn't know that the, ah, lesbian thing was a secret, for you." Lesbian! "It's perfectly fine, I think, for a girl like you. Hannah doesn't mind - do you Hannah?"

"Um, ah, n-no, Miss Thomas." The teen secretary swallowed.

She smiled.

"I... well, it, what you said, was... obvious, of course." I-it...! "But, it's nothing that I couldn't, um, handle. Miss Thomas."

"I... I'm not l-like that," Elly protested.

Ignored.

"Well, as long as you're sure, Hannah, dear," Miss Cheryl went on - c-completely ignoring - "I don't expect you to handle everything without help."

"I... know." The Asian girl squared her slight shoulders. "Thank you. I'm fine, we are fine."

"Mhm." Cheryl, typing, sounded doubtful. "What about with Miss Jenny? In the supply office? I think it's worse around older women, really. Did you find Miss Jenny attractive, Elaine?"

'Miss Jenny', Cheryl's friend in charge of supplies, had spoken to Elly like... like she... like...

"I... no..."

The young black-haired woman's high pitched voice had been grating, but pale skin, and red lips, and... and provocatively dressed - Miss Jenny had been, objectively, b-by most standards...

A little - a little attractive.

"Um, I mean, y-yes." Gripping the empty dolly with both hands, behind her, Elly pressed her butt... straight, s-smooth metal... "I guess."

"See? But, you were good?" Cheryl -

Good? Standing, f-flustered - "Um..."

"Was she good with Miss Jenny, Hannah?"

"Y-yes." Hannah stuttered. "Miss Thomas. Of course."

But... the Asian girl hesitated, head cocking in thought.

"Well, mostly, yes. Miss Jenny had a bit of an open shirt. Just a little, but... with Elly there..." Hannah indecisively held her breath a moment.

She looked at Elaine, and let it out. "I-I really I think we could work on keeping our eyes down, around things like that."

"It's a little, um, you know - embarrassing to be around. Unprofessional."

Oh, fuck her. "Miss Cher-"

"A little? That sounds quite embarrassing, for you. And, not good for our reputation, Hannah. I think that would be a great thing for you two to work on. Appropriate looks. And, eyes down, if we cant manage."

"R-really?" Hannah... "Elly? I-I mean... with... her?"

Jesus. Elly could f-feel the tingle of Hannah's eyes on her. She could hear her classmate's lips part a-and -

"Oh..." Elaine groaned to herself. "I mean... no. You cant, I..." Despair... a-and... Miss Cheryl couldn't - Hannah couldn't.

"So you'd be, like, o-okay with me telling her things like that? Like..."

"Oh, yes!" Cheryl loudly stapled two documents together. "She absolutely needs things like that - the last thing we need is another one like her m- "

The door shook. Rattled in its frame, while the handle jiggled.

"... Like her mother," Miss Cheryl finished, with another staple. "Be a dear and open the door, would you Hannah?"

Hannah turned her back, and Elly l-let go of the dolly, let go with her hands a-and her buttcheeks. Her chance... without H-Hannah -

"Miss Cheryl," Cool hazel eyes met Elaine's. Lowering h-her voice even more - "M-Mommy. Please, Miss Hannah - sh-she's been m-mean - "

"Hannah!" Elaine's shoulders tightened, cringing at the sound of her mom's voice.

"Elly! O-oh..." Her mother, sounding hoarse, s-sounding - "I..."

"Wow," Hannah murmured.

The smell of sex hit Elaine.

Not just... not just her mom's typical lingering aroma, but sweat a-and ejaculate. Anxiety, and...

"I see you're back, Vanessa."

Calmly, eyes flicking over the black woman in her door, M-Miss Cheryl stapled a third document with a little sigh.

"Hannah, I think it's best if we are left alone, a moment. There's something I have to deal with, with Nessie."

Alone. With... her mom. E-Elly - Christ, with a feeling of queasy-almost-jealousy... Elaine felt her flip-flop clad feet trod to the door.

"No, Elaine. You stay, too."

"Miss Thomas - ?" Hannah -

"M-Miss Cheryl?" Elly -

Hannah and Elly almost simultaneously questioned... for a moment the teenagers looked at each other, with each other - two freshmen office girls out of their depths, b-both...

"Um, of course, Miss Thomas." Hannah looked like she was trying to put up her best professional mask, but uncertainty at the sight of the two negresses she'd be leaving with her white boss cracked it. "If you're sure I... that you..."

"I'll be fine, Hannah," Miss Cheryl assured. "In fact - you can auto direct any calls here, and then take your lunch. Then, I'll go when you come back - okay?"

"Um, yes." Giving Elly an unreadable Asian look - "Um... yes, thank you, Miss Thomas. I'll... do that."

"Lock the door again on the way out."

"... Thank you."

Hannah pushed the button lock on the door handle, and left.

Left the room silent, except for another metallic puncture of Miss Cheryl's stapler.

"Come here, Nigger Girl."

Sh-shit.

Elly grabbed the dolly for support, and her mother slowly approached, feet hesitantly making their way to Miss Cheryl's broad desk.

"You, too, Elly. Next to me."

Elaine's f-feet... she stood with Miss Cheryl, facing her mom, and felt the white woman's hand grip hers. Long, strong fingers massaged the back of her hand, and, facing her poor, disheveled, sexed mother...

It... Elly, with Miss Cheryl, h-held, was some kind of power play that she felt, but d-didn't understand.

"Whose office are we in right now?"

The colored girl hugged herself with her free hand. She... her mom...

"Y-yours." Answering came hard, and looked like it hurt her mom. The older woman's poor beat-up face was streaked with makeup, obviously hastily washed. Her clothes were wrinkled, her dress askew - "Your office, Miss Cheryl."

"So why did you try to barge in?" Elly stood motionless, except her squeezing toes. With... with Miss Cheryl. "Can you imagine what the consequences might have been for me - with you, looking like that? What if I had been in an important meeting?"

"I-I... didn't mean - I was just... Cheryl." On the other side of the office desk, Elaine's mother licked her plump negro lips. "M-Miss. What Cortland... what h-happened - "

"I don't care, Vanessa. In my office we knock, understand?"

"He... he **** me!" Elly's mother choked, slamming her fist into the muscle of her own thigh.

There was a moment of silence. Dead, cold silence.

Elly's mother fidgeted after a moment, rubbing where she had hurt herself, while Miss Cheryl thoughtfully, delicately massaged the back of Elly's hand.

"I hardly think that's entirely accurate, Vanessa." Speaking slowly, and clearly, Cheryl kept her head up, and her eyes on Elaine's distraught mother. Unwavering. "You went to Mister Walden's expecting to do a little nigger office work, didn't you?"

N-nigger... held in Miss Cheryl's hand, Elly...

"I... no, I..."

"You did, Vanessa." Cheryl asserted, cutting down any doubt. "Don't fib with me."

Elly's mom nodded. Shamefully biting her lip, teary-eyed, she nodded. "I... I guess I kind of expected a l-little... I d-don't know. A... maybe... maybe some n-n-nigger work." The black woman's eyes widened, and working herself back up - "B-but I didn't... but, Cheryl, what h-he did - !"

"Did you cum?"

O-oh. Elly smoothed her dress.

"Wh-what?" The negress's response was a hurt whisper.

"You heard me, Nigger." G-god! In Miss Cheryl's hand - "Did you cum?"

"I... he..." Empty protests... Elaine's mom dropped them. Deflating.

"A little."

"A lot," Miss Cheryl asserted, without hesitation. And the crying, bruised black woman caught a sob.

"He gave you permission?"

"He... he told me to," Elly's mother admitted. "H-he did!" On the defensive, ashamed eyes flicking between her daughter and her former secretary. "But, that doesn't... he still - i-it wasn't...!"

She was breaking. In front of them, disheveled and fucked, the former negro executive choked with emotion.

"He... M-Miss, he..."

Cheryl sighed, and nodded, and held up a white hand.

"I understand. Your friend was a little rough with you, wasn't he?"

The beat up, beat down negress nodded again. Pathetically holding her skirt, and peeping... peeping a little look at her daughter's legs.

"Yes, Mommy. He-he was." Elly's mom took a deep, shuddering breath. "A little rough."

"And that might be a little scary for you, Nessie?" Miss Cheryl didn't quite s-smile, b-but...

"Scary." Elly's mother repeated.

"I'll talk with him about that," The white woman promised. "And with Daddy. Mister Walden will be a bit nicer in the future, okay? I promise. Elaine?"

Elaine, held by her mother's new boss - "U-um..."

Miss Cheryl looked up at her. Professional, and beautiful.

Sensitive, and sincere.

"Your mom just did a big, new job. She had a rough time with it."

"Look at Mom, Elly. Not at Mommy."

**** or... or not, Elly's mother could have passed for a victim - or, a cheap hooker. Any dignity her face might have held was marred by fading bruises and washed-out makeup. Haunted eyes shifted under Elly's scrutiny, and her uneven, poorly adjusted dress was complemented by equally uneven fishnet stockings - where one thread even hung broken. A small portion of her hair had been wetted... washed, and hung limply, unlike the rest.

She was a mess.

"I think she needs a little fix-up, but before that, for having a hard time with her big, new job - she needs a little encouragement."

The hand holding Elly's hand m-moved to the hem of the teen's dress.

Moved Elaine's hand to her hem.

Oh! "N-" The teenager glanced at her mom, a-and back to Miss Cheryl -

"N-no..."

Miss Cheryl frowned.

"I mean - I cant. I-I cant - "

Still holding Elly's skirt, the white woman behind her desk pressed the intercom button on her office phone, and leaned down to address it.

"Hannah? Have you left? Would you be willing to come back in for a quick correction?"

No! Her... with h-her mom...!

"No, Miss Thomas. I - yes, Miss Thomas. Miss - "

She - Elly, with only one sharp breath t-to steady... Elly lifted her skirt, until Miss Cheryl let go of her hand, satisfied, and... her panties...

Holding her breath, Elaine peeled down her sticky panties. Just a pinch to the front, just enough to let her pokey clit breathe.

Just enough t-to let the little organ strain, and flex, under Miss Cheryl's hard gaze, and her mother's bulging brown eyes.

Skirt up. Animal print panties down.

"Perfect."

The intercom got a second press.

"Never mind. We are fine. It can wait. Have a good lunch, Hannah."

"Miss - " Cut off by a lacquered nail, the phone went dead. Leaving Elly e-exposing herself.

"Elaine, this thing with your mom - it's a big part of your job," Miss Cheryl, annoyed... "We've all got jobs to do, and if you cant help with your part... you don't want to end up doing what your mother does, do you?"

"No!" The anguished reply, stuck in Elly's head, came from her mother's mouth. Her mom, hurt... ****...

"Good." Cheryl clasped her hands. "Now, go over and show Mom your kitty."

Her... f-feet...

"Everyone has seen it, Elly. This is fine for you."

Fine f-for... the black girl walked... waddled - pinched skirt up, pinched panties down, with her mom looking.

Her k-kitty out.

"This is fine for you, Elaine," Miss Cheryl repeated. "You like showing off. Show what you're told, there's no need for a pretend-fuss."

The teen showed, and her fucked up, sexed up mom looked.

Breath quick. Lips parted.

"Elaine - you're a black girl. You know if you're showing off, you include your black butt."

S-stop! Clenching her cheeks tight, Elly did a slow... slow turn. At least... at least allowing her engorged kitty to have some privacy, she lowered her panties to her knees, and lifted her skirt in back.

"Good. And, Vanessa - this is your peep. Why don't you tell little Elly what you need to see?"

P-peeped on... her mom's flapping, stupid lips moved, while Elly... s-stop...

"Go on, Vanessa." Jesus. The newly minted executive was starting up her work again. While... while she... and th-they...

"I'm not going to do everything for you girls. Let's work on being a little more open, and less sneaky, when we have permission.

"Um, I..." Elly's mom looked, a-as if for permission - not from her daughter. From Miss Cheryl.

"Go on, Nessie," The white woman waved - thumbing through the documents she had stapled.

"Maybe... maybe spread it a bit. E-Elly." Fuck. Her mom. "J-just your thumb, just... you know."

"A bit."

Elly glared over her shoulder, back at her mom. Her god damned mom. Glared, b-but...

Trying to... r-releasing a bit of the tension in her firm, athletic buttcheeks, she parted her crack. One thumb, opening up the forbidden cleft.

She gasped, her undersexed p-pussy parting, and she revealed a little more. A little wider.

And she b-bent a touch, at her waist.

"E-Elly..." Elaine's mother whispered. Looking - looking right at her daughter's tiny, wrinkled brown star wink and flex under the scrutiny.

"Mom..." Elly... "Mom, s-stop..." Contradicting her words... Elly spread wider. If anything - bent more, showed off more. Even as she hated... squirmed, and p-protested, Jesus, god, her m-mother.

"Ah... ah..." Under her breath, h-hopefully inaudible, Elaine...

The teen flashed, and s-spread -

"Elly - what is in there?" Cheryl's keystrokes paused.

"What on earth did you put inside yourself?"

Oh, god. In her feminine folds - E-Elly quickly pushed her panties b-back inside.

"I-it..." Stuffed - "N-nothing."

"Nothing? Elaine. Pull whatever it is out. Now."

Out. Out of... trying t-to... privacy...

"Uncle..." Behind her, reversing her s-stuffing action, Elaine... "Uncle C-Carter..."

The teenager grunted, and her panty-bound knees twitched uncontrollably. Hiding the action as best she could, hiding the pulling, stretching -

"Ahh..." In front of her mom, and Mommy, Elaine Lockley slowly extracted soaked satin underwear from inside her own bald brown pussy.

Sh-she hid...

And, and showed them.

"Panties." Cheryl stated flatly, and resumed typing. "Anything else?"

"Wh-what...?" Holding them, p-pinched between her nails... "No. Nothing. Um, U-Uncle - "

"Fine," Cheryl cut in tersely. "Give them to your mom."

To... the panties changed hands, from Elly's ginger pinch to h-her mother's paws.

"I want them clean. Understand, Nessie?"

C-clean.

Holding the undergarments, s-stretching them, Elly's mother hesitated.

"Miss Cheryl, you want me to... the - the bathroom...?"

"The bathroom? God, no. Put them in your mouth and suck, Vanessa."

The white woman shoved some papers aside, and folded her hands on her desk. Questioned, miffed - and f-frowning.

Elly's mom quickly crammed the lacy satin undergarments right into her mouth.

"Mff?"

"Listen closely. Both of you. I am not having two niggers running in... and out... of my office." F-fuck. "... Scampering from here to the bathroom, and back again, where all the other secretaries and female employees can see and smell what you're doing. I put up with a lot from you girls. There's already going to be too much gossip - and I know those women."

"Think of how all this is reflecting on me. On us, as a team."

Out in the office, carrying a-and washing p-panties that had been in her...

Miss Cheryl wasn't... wasn't all wrong.

"Speaking of... who else is going to walk out of here messy? Who besides little Elly is going to mess all around the office?"

The white woman made no effort to hide her focus - her eyes shone steadily a-at Elly's panty-sucking mother.

Taking the pussy-soaked satin out of her mouth... Jesus - the older negress half-raised her hand.

"Um, I... I am. M-Mommy."

"I am m-...mess-..."

"Messy Nessie. Yes, we know." Miss... M-Mommy drummed her fingers. "Well, what is it? What kind of mess?"

"It's a... um..." Embarrassed, shifting on her feet, Elly's mother - "Mess..."

"Vanessa, whatever it is, is not getting around the office. We are taking care of it - like professionals. Tell Mommy what it is."

"Um, Cortland - " Elaine's mom began, panties in hand -

"Mister Walden."

With a quick chew of her lip, the older negress nodded, "Um, M-Mister Walden left a... my panties. He made a mess in my..."

Childlike, the forty-one year old pointed. Under her skirt, to her privates.

"In your panties? Or up inside, Nessie?"

Elly... even with what she h-had been - it took her a second to catch on to what the 'mess' was.

"U-up."

Oh.

"Ins-side."

Oh, g-gosh. Ew.

"Of course, inside," The white woman sighed. "Front, or back, Nessie?"

"Oh, um..." With a little panty play, and a comforting sniff - "F-front. Front, Mommy."

"Okay, Nessie." Cheryl clicked her mouse, stealing a glance away to her work. "That was good - suck on little Elly's panties. And lift up your dress."

L-lifting... revealing her legs, her fishnet stockings, a-and sucking...

"She's going to get you all cleaned up."

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

"Carefully remove your mother's panties, Elaine. No spills."

Her m-mother, sucking on Elly's underwear like a... like a big, useless child, loomed...

And Elaine, after a moment trying to... almost arguing, she...

She kneeled.

A-and slid a hand up her mom's thigh, looking down and away from the held-high skirt... area... until she touched...

"Nmm..."

And found the lace and elastic of her mom's panties with her fingertips, and... pulled.

"Um, w-wipes?" The teen whispered.

"Elly - did you not hear me just now?" Miss Cheryl frowned anew, turning away she had just gotten a chance to resume. "I'm not having you run back and forth with smelly, cummy trash bags, either. Think of Hannah - think of me. Think of yourself."

Elly looked at the panties, pulled down to her mother's calves.

Semen a-and more stood out, stark against the background of smooth black lace.

N-no.

"You're a smart girl, right, Elly? Look how your mom is handling your panties. A girl like you should know what to do - it wouldn't be the first time."

"Miss..." Elly swallowed, already sick to her stomach.

"Miss Cheryl, I don't even kn-know, um, who..." Whoever deposited the load of sperm and in her mom's vagina, whatever stranger - "Y-you can't expect... you c-can't be..."

Serious. Miss Cheryl paused her work, and looked at the teen negress - dead serious.

E-Elly swallowed, and tried again. Different, smart black girl brain turning - voice hoarse, and husky, she...

"She... shouldn't Mom clean up after herself? Right? Like... her o-own panties."

"Mp?" Above her, already full of female undies, Elly's mom squeaked.

Elly nodded enthusiastically. Happily.

"She should, like, take responsibility. For herself. Right? Miss?"

"Hmm..." Finally, Cheryl paused. Tapping her desk, eyes roaming over her computer screen.

M-... "Um, Mommy?"

"I'm thinking." Thinking, tapping.

"I don't know..."

The white woman began typing again. Working.

"I don't think we should be getting in the habit of sucking our own panties." Miss Cheryl double-clicked, while Elly's heart sank. "It seems like that's a recipe for panty overload - if it's okay for us to take off and do it ourselves. With you already smuggling two panties, where would it end?"

S-smuggling... "But - "

"Don't complain, Elaine. Just clean them."

The finality was punctuated by a little gasp from Elly's mom, and an almost crippling twinge in the teen's wet little clam. She... Cheryl typed, openly ignoring Elly - done. And her mom s-sucked pathetically on her own project, with big sympathetic doe eyes looking down.

Down, at Elaine.

Fuck.

Elly restrained a sob, and shut her eyes, and without further complaint l-l-licked the slimy gusset of her mom's used panties.

Oh - "Ghkk!" The teen girl's face scrunched up, and with a stranger's cum coating her poor pink tongue, Elly -

"Gmp..."

Elly closed her mouth tight, and retracted it all back in, and... swallowed.

"There's a good girl," Miss Cheryl noted, half-present. "See? I'll send Daddy an e-mail right after this."

N-no... Brand's h-handsome... if he knew... "D-don't. Please, Momm-"

"Keep eating, Sweetie. All gone."

G-god! Elly...

Elaine resisted the urge to slap the sympathetic, sorry-ass look off her mom's hollow-cheeked panty-suckling dumb black face, and took another hard lick.

She...

She squeezed her eyes closed, and scrunched her nose, and sucked...

"Fllp..."

Sucked... kissed... and slurped, and... the feminine taste, her m-mom's taste... helped. She concentrated - the teenager concentrated on her own mother's taste and smell - from the seat of the panties, where the older woman's round butt had rested, t-to the gusset, where her negro juices flowed free.

"See?" Miss Cheryl clicked, and typed, "I knew you wouldn't mind. Remember our first night together?"

"Mnn?!" Elly squirmed, brought out of her heady dream - black lace in her teeth, hanging from her lips.

"This is so you. Now, the rest. Without touching yourself - we don't want an accidental squirt."

"I - I'm not - " Elaine guiltily snatched h-her clit-thrumming thumb from her genitals. "I'm not t-touching - "

Something clicked in Elaine's brain.

"Um..."

Elly swallowed.

"Th-the rest? Of..."

"The... gift Mister Walden left. Before your mother drips it on my floor."

Oh, god. Miss Cheryl wasn't kidding - even as she spoke, a thin, silvery line of vaginal and sexual drool drooped... dripped... stickily distended d-down -

"Elaine!" The white executive snapped, a-and moving instinctively, dipping forward, and down, Elly caught her mom's secretions on her face.

On her open tongue.

"Nyynh!" Elly whined, flapping her hands in disgust. She could feel her face contort - loathing and s-sick misery stamped across her negroid features.

"Thank god. Good girl."

"Mhk!" More dropped into the colored girl's mouth. Semen-tainted arousal, straight from her mom's hairy twat.

Disgusted as she was, hateful and sick to her tummy a-and -

Elaine **** her thighs to flex, lifting her kneeling body up, to meet the fluid at... at the source.

"Mmlly!" The teen's mom gasped, clutching her daughter's panties in her hands as soft and plush met hairy and damp.

"Elly - hands," Cheryl...

Elly sobbed. Plastered against her mother's vagina, pubes tickling the inside of her nose, face humped a-and nostrils filled...

The college girl sobbed because her... h-hands... the admonishment to take them away wasn't fair. She needed -

Whap!

"Nheep!"

Elly slapped, and grabbed her squealing mother's thighs, and let her tongue free.

"Uh...gh..."

Sperm... male cum, and female made Elly's toes curl. F-from in-... inside her mom, and down her n-nigger -

"B-baby..."

Shut...! Elly squeezed her mom's butt, digging in, h-her hands, her own n-needy - !

"Make sure you suck on all your mom's pubes really well, too, Elaine."

Fuck - fuck! With a smack of broken suction, l-lips leaving lips, Elly turned her attention. Wiry little black hairs o-of her mother's full-bushed pussy squished against Elly's tongue, and pulling and c-cleaning with her young negro lips -

"And, the insides of her thighs," Miss Cheryl absently instructed... office work in the background, n-not even caring - "Make sure you give your mother's thighs a good, long lick, Sweetheart. Who knows what's escaped?"

Hopeless, and helpless to s-stop... on her knees, Elly looked up at the woman who had raised her strictly and well - Elaine licked her mom's pussy and pubes and smooth brown thighs.

Long licks, her tongue bending as it trailed up... and down her mom's warm body. From the base of the older woman's tummy, to the trembling inside of her legs.

"Mwa..."

Hard sucks. Looking up, meeting her mom's eyes. Poor Elly grasped her mom's kinky, thick black pubic hairs with her lips, and puller... pulled and sucked, stretching the soft skin underneath, while her tongue swirled all the little hairs.

"E-Elaine..."

Don't - ! The teen's mother tried to touch h-her head. Like sh-she... they... n-no! No! Elly swatted her mom's hands away, her mother didn't deserve, th-they...

Throbbing, pulsing, dying between her legs, Elly stuck her tongue in, and her mom's hands compulsively grabbed for her head again.

She didn't stop them.

Elly looked up, locked eyes and a-allowed her mother to hold her, while she resentfully... painfully... needily slathered the older woman's used sex in saliva and kisses.

And her f-fucking mom watched her. Petted, and held, and twisted her hair, and sickly watched -

"Squeeze the rest out, Vanessa. You've done that exercise - squeeze it into Elly's mouth."

N-no...

"Look at her waiting for it..."

No more.

"Like a little baby bird..."

It... stuff... plopped in the black girl's mouth. S-slid down her open throat.

"Lick her out, Elaine. Vanessa?"

Fuck. Deep in her mom -

"Vanessa, is she using her tongue?

"Fuck. Y-yes. She... baby, I'm..."

"Vanessa - is your daughter stretching her tongue?"

"She is! She... Elly... oh, god, baby. I'm sorry, I..."

"Can I cum?"

"Nessie..." Cheryl sighed.

"Do you really think that is appropriate right now? Again? With your daughter down there?"

Fuck! At Miss Cheryl's reminder, Elly felt her mother's hairy pussy lips spasm against her kiss, and nearly gagged as fresh fluid gushed, slipping into her open throat.

"You know what? I shouldn't be unrealistic. Yes, Vanessa, of course. Do a cum - and Elaine, make sure you swallow it."

B-baby Bird Elly, feeding in her mother's nest, licked and s-sucked, and moved with the increasing... h-humps...

Ow.

"E-Elly... I'm sorry."

Hair, ow, grabbed - !

"Oh! I'm sorry. I'm sorry - I'm sorry. I - "

"Fucking... hurt me." Ouch! L-licking, sucking, swallowing - "Hurt me, Elly, Momma's going to - Momma... oh, god. Oh, GOD!!"

"Vanessa! Panties!"

The groaning negress stuffed her mouth with her daughter's panties, stifling her moans, sucking and humping poor Elly's face while the teen wriggled her tongue inside her mom. Cleaning and sucking and ea-eating the regurgitated slime her mom s-sent -

"Nhh... Nhhn... NhhMM!"

"Jesus Christ," Cheryl sighed. "Nessie - "

"NHHMMM!"

"Vanessa!"

"Sm-Mowwry! SMM! S-smm...!

The whining, apologizing, hair-pulling rhythm of the negress's orgasm slowed... lessened, and slowed...

"Smm..."

Panties dropped from the nigger mother's drooling, slack mouth.

"Sorry... s-sorry..."

Elly felt the hands in her hair disentangle. They... patting her, comforting the abused daughter...

"Too loud, Vanessa," Cheryl admonished.

"I... I'm sorry." Elly's mom petted her. Patted her, and... looked at her, while she talked to Miss Cheryl. "I'm sorry, Mommy."

"That's..." Miss Cheryl sighed. "That's okay. I should have expected - are you okay, Elaine?"

'Okay'?

Elly laughed. For a short, sad moment, the kneeling teenager laughed, and gingerly touched...

F-fuck...

Touched h-herself.

"M-Mommy?" Elaine swallowed, licking a stray pubic hair from her lips.

"I... I haven't... y-you know. In ages. I'm... here." Oh, god. She touched herself. "May I?"

"'May you', what, Elaine?"

"C-..." Touched, and need... bliss...

"Cum," Elly whispered. Cum.

"Elaine - you came yesterday afternoon," There was no attempt to hide the condescension in Miss Cheryl's voice. Thumbing through papers, barely looking at Elly - "It's been less than a day for you."

Elly blink-blinked.

The black girl felt herself... felt the whine building. Building like the heat in her bald teen pussy - build, and face dripping wet, senses alive with tastes and smells but couldn't control, couldn't -

"But, Mommee...!"

But Miss Cheryl laughed. And, the overwhelming feelings Elly... her p-poor kitty...!

"She got to!" Elly burst out, kicking her toes against the carpet she'd saved. Swallowing filth, tonguing the stray hairs between her teeth - whatever her mom had done, she had gotten peeps from Elly and been cleaned and been fucked... ****. Whatever - she had cum! And again! "It's n-not fair! Mommy, it's - !"

"Elaine! That's enough!" The laughter was gone. And Elly shut her fat black lips.

"Elly..." H-her mother...

Elly harshly brushed away her mother's comforting hand. I-in her smallest voice, i-interrupting Miss Cheryl's work...

"C-can I... can I at least have m, um, lotion?" The black girl whispered, unwilling to... not quite pulling her hand away from her erect clit. "From Uncle Carter? It's been... been rubbing, Mommy."

"I-in my panties." Elly managed to stand, indentations from the carpet marking her knees. "It h-hurts," Elly lied. It was uncomfortable, maddening, b-but it didn't...

"M-my mom c-can apply it," The black girl negotiated. Sick, while Miss Cheryl ignored. "And - and she can make sure... I won't..." C-cum.

Elly stole a glance at her stupid, cummed-out black mother.

"I won't..."

The office phone rang - and Miss Cheryl grabbed it at the first tone.

"Why, hello Mister Barrington." The white woman looked happy - in an instant, from ignoring Elaine to genuinely, totally happy. A youthful blush climbed under her fair white cheeks, sh-she -

She held up a finger, warning the black girls not to talk.

"Busy. You know. Fine. I'm settling in, this has just been... crazy. It's been crazy."

"It's been good. I have the girls here."

Whatever Brand said in response, a happy, sweet giggle left Miss Cheryl's lips in response.

"Both of them. They're - here, let me put you on speaker. Our Girl Scout had a couple questions. I really don't know... honestly, I might be stressed. I don't want to be unfair - why don't you take them?" Cheryl pressed a button on her office phone.

"Hi, girls." Brand, Daddy's deep voice rumbled happily. "Playing nice?"

Both Elly and her mom they... what they had d-done...

"Hi, Daddy," Elly mumbled. And her mom...

"Hi... hi, Daddy."

"Lovely. They're like twins, aren't they? Elly - Mommy says you have some questions. Go ahead."

"I..." Her... Elly's throat felt t-too thick to ask - Brand hadn't been there, a-and sharing, letting him know what she...

Shame heated Elly's cheeks. New shame, even after what she had done - letting even Brand in -

"Elaine, if you can ask Mommy, you can ask Daddy. We don't play that game. What do you need?"

"Um, s-sorry," Elaine whispered, struggling through the thickness. Touching the button in her panties, u-under her skirt while Miss Cheryl w-watched, her voice picked up - "Daddy? I... I wanted to, um, you know..."

"They've been doing this," Miss Cheryl sighed. "They can't seem to say what they mean - as if they won't do worse the second they're unsupervised. Elly wants to cum, Dear."

"Oh. Well, of course she does - that's not exactly new. Elaine, Sweetie - you came yesterday afternoon." No. "It's been less than a day."

No.

"That's what I told her!" Cheryl laughed.

And, over the speaker phone, Brand laughed with her.

"I mean, Elaine - a good house nigger should be able to keep it in her panties for at least a day," B-Brand... D-Daddy...! "She really shouldn't be begging when she's at work."

"Thank you, for that, Mister Barrington," Cheryl responded, I-told-you-so eyes steadily on the negro girl. "And this... cream? Ointment. It's in my purse, it's not really marked - do you know about...?"

"Oh, that's different. Yes, she needs that. Elly? You can have a little clit cream, okay?"

"Perfect," Miss Cheryl smiled. "See? Now Elaine - why don't you help dress your mom? Panties."

"Her mom had some very messy panties after her appointment. Elly was... well, a little whiny today. But, she helped. She'll get over it. Elaine? You can kiss your mom's legs if you need to, when you're helping."

The... the fuck. Between being talked about by Miss Cheryl, and Brand, and being instructed wh-where he could hear...

"Go on."

Panties... gathering the mouth-cleaned panties in her hands, Elly slid them over her mom's heels.

Her mom's s-smooth calves, covered by fishnet stockings. Her mother's strong chocolate thighs... helping the panties up, the teen... the teenager had permission. To kiss. Cheryl... why did Cheryl have to add...?

Not that she would, or wanted to, b-but, knowing that she could was s-so...

She could. She had permission. A-and the heat radiating from her mom's thighs made Elly's lips tingle, and her fingers brush.

And her mother w-watched her. Like... waiting.

She could.

"So, how is our princess doing otherwise? Is she being a good Brownie? With her mom?"

"Ugh," Cheryl shuffled her papers, flashing her hazel eyes Elly's way. K-keeping track - but Elly wasn't... wasn't kissing her mom's damn legs. Hands helping, working up the negro woman's spit-shined panties over broad hips - "She's... yes. Honestly - I've been trying not to look. Or, think about it."

The elastic waistband of the panties snapped around the older woman's waist, containing the older woman's black ass a-and... adjusting the lining with her fingers, Elly's -

"Uoo... ooh..."

"Maybe they should be doing this in your office. I'm sure you'd appreciate the show more than I do." Miss Cheryl wryly smirked.

"Hah! Well, if you're done with them, dear..."

"Not yet. Not yet." Miss Cheryl leaned back in her chair, tapping her desk with a hard nail. "I'm afraid I have a bit of a control streak, too. I feel responsible - I guess responsible for cums and creams, the way these girls get on." Cheryl looked, looked right at Elly.

"It would be too easy if it was all glamour, Miss Thomas." A n-noise, muffled over the intercom, like a door... like v-voices, in Brand's office... "Just make sure you have an applicator - that stuff is for colored clits only." Noises on the other end, on Brand's intercom undercut the conversation. M-male... male laughter - a group...! "Listen, I've got to go."

"Yes, me too. It's good to hear from you." Cheryl sounded so... she brushed a strand of healthy brown hair from her forehead, and smiled - unconcerned about the distant new audience, while a mortified Elly could have absolutely died.

"You, too, Miss Thomas. You're doing great."

"Mm. Thanks. Say 'Goodbye' to Daddy, girls."

Jesus, more male laughter o-on the open line... s-stop - !

"Girls," Miss Cheryl warned.

"B-bye - "

"Bye - "

Mother and daughter tensed. Mutually interrupted, they...

"Bye, Daddy," Elly and her mom whisper-chorused together.

Ashamed, together.

Laughed at, together.

"Adorable." Elaine could hear the white man's smile, through the phone line. And infinitely worse - his friends. "Bye, Honey. Pick you up for lunch in a minute."

"Mm. Don't rush. We're still getting clean - you should look at your princess's face. See you, Mister Barrington."

Miss Cheryl cut the line.

"You really made a mess of your daughter, Nessie." The white woman, with a sober little smile -

"Well? What do we do with our messes in the office, Vanessa?"

"Um..." Elly's mother reached for a box of facial tissues on the desk, "Clean, M-Miss - "

"Nuh-uh." The box got snatched back. "No more tissues." Christ, with a quick and final open and shut of a drawer, it disappeared completely.

"No more smelly garbage in my office, and no more smelly niggers running back and forth. We're keeping all our inside stuff inside from now on."

Smelly n-nigger face wet with her mom's filth, Elly followed her mother's face with her eyes. Motionless, she watched the pretty, mature black woman's head dip, and met her mother's eyes...

Watched them drop, as her m-mom neared, lips parted.

"There's a good girl. Elly - hands."

Hands o-out from between her legs, where she'd absently, again been pressing her clit -

Oh, god.

Sweet warmth enveloped Elly's chin, and gently pulled her skin.

"I'm sorry, baby."

"Shut up, Mom," H-hollow, ignoring her mother's hurt whimper and even more tender k-kissing, Elly clenched her fists. Pressing them against her thighs, and keeping her body rigid, she didn't touch herself... she -

"Good girls." God, the work resumed again, l-leaving the black girls... the g-good... "Maybe I'll print off some more girl scout badges, for tonight. A couple you've been earning wonderfully, Elaine, and couple to work on. Little goals. Would you like that, Elly?"

Her mom's lips on her face, h-her eyes... their curved bodies pressed close, Elly tried to stay rigid, a-and take it, but her body... her knees... her heat -

"Y-yes, Miss Cheryl," The kissed-all-over colored girl whispered.

"Yes," Elly gasped, her... even her wet, soiled little nose invaded by her mother's wet, pink tongue.

"Kiss back, Sweetie. Mom's lips wont be any good cleaning you if they're all gunky."

Kissing... Elly touched her mother's fluffy hair, quietly guiding a kiss. Her mom's soft lips... sh-she swallowed. Gathering everything she could from the soft skin underneath, she... licked.

Licked her mom's lips, and tongue a bit. J-just to... clean...

Bodies close, molded together, a-and just breathing pressed their breasts and hips and tummies i-into -

Her mom.

"No wipes. No trash. Maybe it's not so bad, with you two keeping each other company. Mother and daughter - big natural lips... keeping each other clean. Some things just make sense."

For minutes, it... in a circle, around her face, Elly got cleaned by her mom's quietly smacking lips, and then... her turn, to cleanse her mother. Worshipped, and then kissed for real, tongues docking, s-swallowing...

"Vanessa?"

O-oh.

"Mnnh..."

"Vanessa, Elaine... you can stop. You girls are just making out, now - you're going to spoil all that good, good work."

Making out. The end was abrupt - it was for Elly. Shoving her mom off, creeped... utterly creeped out, and pulsing with need, between her legs, she could have shoved her mom down, she would have... i-****...

Sh-she was sick. She n-needed -

"There's one more thing."

Elly's little ointment tube slid across Cheryl's desk - and her breath caught, her pupils dilated just looking at it.

"Elaine's... clit cream." Miss Cheryl's mouth twisted in mild disapproval. "Go slowly, Vanessa. Listen to your daughter - she's going to say if you need to stop."

S-stop...

"You're both going to be in big trouble if Elly cums."