Suburban Development

"They'll be here any minute," Cheryl noted, tapping her face-down phone.

Hazel eyes glued to her computer screen.

"O-oh." Elaine set down the plate of cut up fruit, single cookie, and cup of tea. Sh-she...

Doing Cheryl a favor. That's what the secretary had called it. Since Cheryl was busy, and Elly was idle... a-and she was idle, and Cheryl had spent a lot of time on her. With her.

So, Elly had done the white woman a few favors. Silly stuff. Gofer stuff. But dressed like she was, waiting on Cheryl's requests like she was...

It felt... funny.

"I'm not going to have time for them," The white woman absently brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Out of her way. "And, I don't much care for that man... Carter? Try to keep him and your mother from disturbing me."

The keyboard clicked.

The plate Elaine had brought sat, untouched. Tea, fresh, and steaming. "I'll let you all have your... activities, without me. Let Brand know that I..."

Cheryl visibly blushed, a-and for the first time since Elly had re-entered the home office, she looked up from her work. "Ah - nevermind. I'll find a way to tell him myself, Sweetie."

Elbows on her desk, the secretary's hands folded in front of her, resting under her chin.

"You look very cute by the way. Come here."

A finger beckoned.

E-Elly... followed.

"There she is," That same finger hooked around the patch-decorated olive drab sash draped across the former girl scout's chest - shoulder to hip.

"I don't feel..." Licking her lips - t-try again. Elly had to - "With you, it's... it was um, different. With you. But with Brand coming home, a-and my mom, I feel... it's really..."

Elaine's old troop number burned into her shoulder. The green kerchief, ill-fitting light brown vest, and matching skirt were all genuine articles. Three years of her girlhood.

"... Really..."

The midriff-baring, tight white button-up shirt beneath... was not part of the uniform. Neither was wearing her skirt necessarily unbuttoned - and unnecessarily rolled up at the waist to make the undersized garment even shorter. A thick belt to conceal the adjustment, knee-high white socks, a-and Elly w-was all set - and Cheryl was pulling at the vest, her shirt, straightening her shoulders, straightening her uniform -

"Um, uncomfortable."

Adjusting it for her until it was perfectly straight, just like her mom used to do.

"Oh, it's too late for changes." Cheryl - Jesus! A h-hand, suddenly up her skirt - ! "It's harmless fun. And - you're the one that found it for us."

Casually, purposefully pulling her panties into place, p-prodding Elaine's thinly clothed p-pussy - !

"Uh, u-um..." C-coherent thought fled. Cheryl -

"It's adorable." J-j-just like her mother might have said. Only, h-hand up her skirt... scrambled, Elly could only stand, passive, knees trembling while Cheryl c-casually adjusted her. Molested... molested her. "And - it's very you. I could never pull it off, and at your mother's age it would be downright ridiculous. Though, no more than some of her other outfits..."

The white woman extracted her hand. Held it up, examining front and back, and frowned.

Wet.

"That's a lot, Elly." Frowning eyes looked up at Elaine's face. "Just from fetch tasks."

G-god. Cheryl's cool manner, the way she -

Out came the wet wipes. The container, and with a scraping sound one...

"It's too late, now. And - at least your aroma is palatable enough. Still..."

Two.

"Lift your skirt and bend over."

There was no discussion. Cheryl was already wiping her fingers and nails - thoroughly, one at a time, a-and the teenager...

The evidence on the secretary's hands shut Elly's mouth. Turned her back, and bent her over - hands on knees, unable to see.

She felt it, though, when her skirt was lifted up, and her sticky panties peeled down.

"Jeez, Elaine."

"S-sorry," Elly cringed. Cool, cleansing wetness, "U-um," Touched! Circled the puffy mound of her womanhood, almost making h-her... balance...

B-balance.

"Oh!"

A brisk treatment to the rim of her sore anus, a-and up her crack - !

"Try not to squeeze like that, Elaine. I can see you... see you juicing right back up."

See...

S-swallowing, gulping, "Sorry. I'm - " T-teased all morning -

"It's natural. In excess, apparently." The white woman sighed. "But still, please... try."

"Okay," Trying... trying, thinking about it just made the instinct to squeeze - her tummy, her p-privates -

"Hhh..."

Harder! T-try... trying, while Cheryl moved back for a final wipe, with a clean, folded side.

"It's hopeless."

Hopeless.

"I suppose there's no helping it with you girls. That'll have to do. Panties up."

Her latest invasion complete, her humiliation sticking to her l-like... sticky... pulling her sticky panties up, E-Elly...

"Um, thank... thank you."

"Mm. Take this out, to a different trash. Elsewhere."

Pinched between Cheryl's index finger a-and thumb, held away from her body - the wipe.

A car door slammed, almost making Elly drop it. Muffled, but distinct in the heavy silence.

"That must be them. Be a good girl for me, okay?"

Them. Elly... Brand, a-and her mom. And... Carter, Cheryl said. Facing... she just wanted to stay. Cheryl knew what happened, why couldn't Elaine stay w-with - ?

Fingers played over keyboard keys.

"Um, yes. Okay. Miss Cheryl."

"Be kind to your mom, too. Help her."

God. Elaine winced. That -

Elly, was saved... saved from having to answer that by voices, male laughter making its way inside the entryway, rumbling down the hallway.

"Be a good example for her. Go on." A playful swat to the colored girl's butt sent her scurrying, "Shut the door behind you, please," Cheryl called, almost too late.

Tension squeezing the muscles of her back, wrapping around her spine, Elly shut the office door behind her with a faint click. The finality, sh-she...

Sent away, she missed Cheryl already. Her presence - the laughter was unfamiliar, and male, and... and not Brand.

Drips squeezed between her fingers, squeezed from the wipe in her hand as Elly walked alone down the hall, and poked her head around the corner to the entryway.

Dishwater blonde hair, blue jeans, and rough-hewn muscles held a thin chain leash in the doorway of her home. Carter... Carter murmured, coaxing -

"Come on, girl."

Oh... Jesus. Taut, the chain stretched out the front door, in broad daylight. Her mother wasn't.

"In, Nessie. Just like old times. There's no need to be bashful, now."

Elly's mother... was.

"Oh my god..."

"Oh my god! Mom! What are you doing?!" Hiding around the corner, in the light of day, making... making whatever she was doing a damn spectacle - !

"Get inside!" Panicky embarrassment - "Jesus, Mother! People are going to see you!!" Grabbing the chain, pulling it -

"MAhh!"

Some beastly, clumsy thing smacked its face into the floor of the entryway. All poofy hair and tail and naked brown skin -

"Elaine!! What are you doing?!" Brand appeared, crouching low, hovering o-over -

Her mom. Her mom, with a tail. H-her limbs awkwardly... her... what - what th-the - ?!

The naked negress flopped weakly, groaning on the stone-tiled entryway floor. Half in, half out - sloping down the entryway step.

"Sorry! I-I - " Elaine's mother was hurt! Unable t-to - "Mom... Mom! I-I - "

"It's okay, Blackie." Brand... Brand carefully circled his thick arms around the hapless woman's stomach, seeking purchase, "In you go." Sprawled, struggling - her breasts clearly crushed on the door frame beneath her, pinned under her own weight with her arms and legs wrapped in some... some smooth, buckled black sheaths.

"In she goes. Good girl." Finding a shaky balance on the stubby nubs that comprised her arms and legs - folded at the elbows and knees, Elly got an injured look from beneath the fringe of her mom's poofy hair, before she waddled awkwardly inside.

Wh-what... "What the hell?"

"Nessie... it's okay, girl." Ignoring Elly, completely ignoring her, Brand petted her mom's hair, h-h-he - "You did good. You did just fine."

"Open 'er mouth. The floor here's pretty hard - mighta' chipped a tooth." Carter... Carter of all people shot an accusatory glare Elaine's way.

The teenager's knees folded beneath her. Folded, and let her down to the floor - palms supporting her weight in front, the cushion of her butt squashed onto the ground between her heels.

Not that anyone noticed. Anyone but... but her mom.

"Speak girl. You okay?"

Elaine got a good look at her mother's eyes. At the determined, protective forty-one year old professional still working, thinking behind her battered face and snarled hair. The proud black woman opened her mouth, and hesitated, and... and looking at Elly in her skimpy Girl Scout outfit...

Elaine's mom dropped her gaze to the tile beneath her, squeezed her eyes tight-shut -

"A... arf."

And quietly barked.

"See? She's just fine." Brand grabbed the tail behind Elly's mom and slowly pulled...

"A-A-Arff!"

And relaxed.

"Aren't you, girl?"

"Arf," The bound black woman whispered to the floor - a drop of drool hanging from her fat lower lip. She shot a guilty... an ashamed, a resentful glare at her crumpled daughter. She -

"I..." Elly didn't understand. She - "Wh-what...?"

Her thighs and buttcheeks pressed against the stone tile beneath her, moving rhythmically, ever so slightly, while in front of her -

"Good girl, Nessie."

The men moved away, her mother's leash plucked from the floor in front of her.

"Knew you could do it, Blackie."

W-wait.

Elly sat, wide-eyed, dressed as a slutty Girl Scout, the trailing scent of female privates... h-her mother's bare snatch retreating, bobbing away - hairy and full and glistening...

"Wait," Elaine whispered, absurdly feeling left...

Left behind.

The teenager wet-wiped the floor where she'd been sitting with her legs splayed to either side, before hopping and hobbling to her feet.

And - she went after them. She actually went after her naked mom. After the... the men, a-and catching up -

Warmth. Brand held her hand. Without looking, his strong -- god, he was strong -- his hand found hers.

"Yah-rrf!"

"Jesus!" Carter half-kneed her mom's ribs, causing the black woman to sway and scramble for purchase on her padded stumps. "Out-out-out! Nigger's drippin' all over the place!"

N-nigger!

Elly almost slipped on the slick wood floor, except for Brand's grip. Dear... Jesus. A line - a veritable sticky stream of female secretion was following Elaine's mother, zig-zagging on the wood floor with her ungainly gait.

Drooling right out of her hairy hole.

"Cup it, Elly!" Brand pointed, letting go of Elaine, and bringing the leash up short.

"What? N-no!" Reflexively - eew! The pit of her stomach - no!

"Yes!" Carter growled, and roughly pulled Elly down by her elbow. **** into a stoop, elbow held in the angry white man's hands -

"She's your mother! Hold her tail up and cup it, ya' dumb jigaboo!"

The outrageous... with her tongue working out some dissent, her ears burning, the honor student instinctively gripped the tail sprouting from her mother's anus, and cupped the stump-limbed woman's warm genitalia with her wadded-up wipe.

"Got it?" A pat, a firm squeeze from Carter to Elly's tense round butt prompted her feet forward.

"See, man? This is why the old bitch needed to be put outside days ago." Stooped over, walking with a side-to-side motion almost as awkwardly as the naked, crawling brown thing she was assisting -

"I mean, good lord."

Off the stone-tiled entryway, onto hard wood floor. J-Jesus. Her mom's butt shaking in Elly's face, her butt and steaming... her scent, a-and liquid -

Too much liquid. A quick shot, and another. And a smell...

A new smell.

"A-arf!" Her mom's steps grew faster. "Arf... arf! Ar- "

"Um..." Elaine - oh, god.

"U-um! A- Brand! She's pee-... she's peeing!" The men looked at her. Looked down at the **** brown girl, handling her bound mother's butt and liquid -

"Pee! Pee!" Elly shrieked. "The door, g-get the - !"

"Fuck, Nessie!" Carter grabbed Elaine's elbow, forcing her down again sending her face closer to the mess - "Cup 'er, nigger!"

Nigger?! "I'm try- I'm trying," Elly stomped! Yellow liquid, thick with arousal, slipped through her fingers and splashed over her wrist.

"Both hands!"

Jesus! Almost crying, the black girl... b-black...

The sliding patio door finally opened, and Elly's mother scrambled through - slapping her tits on the door frame, broad buttocks bobbing with effort while the bare soles of her feet scrunched at the sky.

Elaine watched the woman who raised her hold... and spurt, leaving an erratic trail of urine on the concrete patio, waddle on four padded stumps limbs. Taking her naked brown body to secluded bush, and unleashing what little piss she had left in her bladder - in front of everybody.

"Elly, this... is your mother. What she hid behind clothes and manners, rules that she can't pretend to maintain anymore."

Just when she seemed dry, just as her brow tightened in indignation, "N-nrf!" An awkward backward flex of the older woman's thighs unleashed a swift but hearty spray of female urine.

Brand smiled sympathetically, shook his head - and cold hose water hit Elaine's hands, spraying her soiled, soggy wipe onto the patio.

"What a fuckin' mess," Jumping - ! "Hold still! Good Girl Scout!" Carter barked it like an order, and Elly -

"... Good Girl Scout," The crude man grinned, running his fingers under Elly's sash - his knuckles brushing her breasts.

B-Brand -

Elly looked to Brand for help, but he wasn't... he took the hose from Carter, and walked towards her mom.

"Shoulda' made the leaky black bitch lick these pretty fingers clean." Growing more familiar with her chest - with... with no bra, only thin fabric separated Elaine's stiff left nipple from a rough index knuckle, b-back and forth "... And the floor."

"You're talking about my mother, assh- !" Elly roughly, f-finally shoved Carter's hand off her - skin crawling, she covered her hands over her chest.

She didn't finish her sentence, though.

Her mom - drinking... she was lapping from the hose in Brand's hand, getting her anal tail worked in the other. Pathetic, disgusting, barking... and -

God, she had touched Elly. Touched... her mother...

Staring at her mom, trapped in a daze, the colored girl didn't say a word, hardly felt it when Carter returned to her chest. Rough hands on her barely covered flesh - her heel stepped back to keep balance under his ****.

Elaine's eyes were open, but for a moment she wasn't there.

She was numb.

"Momma looks good, doesn't she, Nigger?"

Without a thought, without a breath, Elaine's hand lashed out - slapping Carter's stupid, smug fucking face.

"Bitch!"

Hand stinging, m-mind... E-Elly...

WHAP!!

Pain, and jarring movement. Holding... holding her stinging, burning cheek...

He slapped - he slapped her! Full across her face, h-h-he - !

"Elly-kGh! Ah-ARrf!" A thousand miles away, Elaine's mother, held fast by Brand...

Cheryl. Get Cheryl. Tears in her eyes, holding her cheek, Elly's feet sh-shuffled backward t-to the entryway -

"M-Miss..." The threat burned on her lips - a threat that she'd tell on Carter. Cheryl, o-or Brand, Brand had seen! H-he -

Brand... stood. More than not... help... helping - he had taken Elly's mother's hind legs out from underneath. One foot ground into the older negress's buttcheeks, squashing her tail in, and keeping her down.

"You stupid little cunt..." Growling, cigarettes on his breath, C-Carter -

Up her short skirt, he grabbed her.

"Hh..." Elly breathed, her thighs squeezing tight on the intruder - her hands gripping at the white man's steel wrist.

It only... w-worse! Slipping her panties to the side, her strong brown legs quivering like noodles - Elly was half supported by the hand molesting her privates, she...

H-he...

"Bald little cunt."

"S-stop..." Whining, struggling, pushing off his chest - "St-"

WHAP!

Her other cheek got it. Anger - burning, raging...

A thick finger slipped inside.

"Ghn-n!" Helpless fury... Elly held, clung to Carter's arm for support, p-penetrated by... all watched by...

Salty tears welled in the colored teenager's wide brown eyes.

"We coulda' done this real nice, Girl Scout. Kept you pretty and smiling. Now..."

Squeezing with her thighs - he had hit her!

"Lissen - if a friend of your Daddy wants to play with this pussy, you be a good nigger girl and stay quiet. Got it?"

N-nigger...

No! F-f-fuh...ing... fingers...

"Speak."

"Y-yesss..." Elly bit... gently bit Carter's shoulder. Buried her pretty brown face against his t-shirt and warmth.

"Come on," Finger inside her - d-don't look. Cheeks stinging, p-pride...

Don't look. N-no one. N-

" - Nuh..."

Carter walked Elly. Walking backwards, he led the black girl pussy-first, right to the patio table - and plopped down in a chair.

Seated, with his hand arched under... snaked up her skirt.

U-up... and down.

"See? You can be a sweet girl."

Elly shook her head. Watching Brand and her mother approach out of the corner of her eye -

"Stop..."

The evil... racist white man probing her soft insides, smiled.

"Stop-stop, please s-stop. Pl-please - "

Just smiled, while Elaine babbled.

"That's a sweet Girl Scout. No stoppin' here - just gotta take it. Like yer momma - your kind is used to takin' it."

Fingered, knees like rubber, Elly didn't...

"It's okay, Sweetie."

Elly flinched. A hand... Brand patted the colored girl's strong buttocks, through her panties, and sat. Sat low, and lifted her mother's forelegs onto his thighs - her head nestled in his clothed crotch.

"Like our first time, Nessie. Remember that?"

"Like the show, Girl Scout?" Carter's s-soft, gravelly voice -

"N-no! I... I wasn't..." Elly wasn't... sh-shaking her head...

"Yeah, you do. I can feel yer pussy tighten jus' lookin' at her." L-lying! He h-had to be... oh, god - talking about it though... "No? Let us see. Spread 'em stems a bit - lift up yer skirt."

"I..." Knocking her knees together and h-holding her skirt down, in place, like it might just fly up...

Holding Carter's hand in place, through the flimsy material.

"It's okay." The blonde man touched Elaine's hands. Moved them aside, and slid his thick fingers in her... out, a-and in... "Uncles and daddies can look."

Uncles and d-... sh-shuddering...

"Elly - good girls like you don't mind if men look a little" Brand added. "It's a compliment."

Elly... trapped between them both... Elly hated them. Both of them. She - if Carter didn't look like he would enjoy slapping her all over again...

Hesitantly, shakily, the colored girl lifted... lifted until her skirt rested just below her exposed belly button.

Elaine lifted, exposing herself - her simple, white cotton panty briefs, pulled aside. Shaved skin, warm wetness, and tender flesh - the soft brown lips of her outer labia, molded around a pair of calloused white fingers - clearly wet, puffy and s-...stretched.

"Look at 'hat. Look at her showin' off 'er baby-smooth-self. She sure is pretty for a black girl, ain't she?"

G-god - ! Elly, barely able to hold up the hem of her too-short sk-skirt -

"Very pretty, for any color," Brand smiled handsomely.

"It's just like you said. Look at that big thing." J-Jesus, her clit - Carter opened up her slit, p-peering at her engorged nub, "This is all nat'ral? She din't add anything to it? Exercise it?"

"Add anything?" Brand... unwilling to look, Elly could hear her damned mother in his clothed crotch, "No." Nuzzling and licking, f-for all the world like a real dog, "No, everything you see is all natural from her. Natural sweetness, natural reactions, natural body..."

"Natural niggerness," Carter smirked.

Bas- ! "Uh-ph!"

Carter fingered, poked Elaine's poor clitoris like a button, nearly making her d-double - legs s-straight. Firm. Straight.

"Lot o' potential, in this one." Ff... God! Stop puh-poking! "Yeah. With this kind of start... nat'ral is all well an' good - but with a few real basic topicals, an' a little training..."

"Once their outsides reflect who they should be inside, right? That's when there's no foolin', or pretendin'. These niggers is show-worthy sluts - it'd be wrong to not bring out their potential."

"Hmm." Brand, one hand braced behind his head - "You're an artist, Carter."

"Yeah." Elly got an affectionate pat, right on her pronounced mons. "Yeah, you spend your time shapin' things, gettin' them right - there's some things you jus' gotta have an eye for."

What crazy... "Wh-what...?"

"First step, though - you shoulda' had a house for the other one days ago. I'm thinkin' traditional colors - red roof, white sides. Pretentious niggers love to put themselves in white things, anyway - should fit an older bitch like her just fine."

"What are you talking about?" Elly was almost afraid to hear, b-but -

"Sounds perfect."

They ignored her. The men did. Her voice, anyway - Carter w-was still playing with her privates, thumbing... thumbing her overstimulated clitoris.

"You hear that, Nessie?" Balanced on two knees, elbows stretched across Brand's thighs, the white man cupped the older woman's chin - turning her jaw, her away from staring at Elly. Trying to communicate with her eyes.

"It's almost here. You're going to have a place where you can be yourself at home, every day. Where you can chew and run, pee and play - where the grass can tickle your titties. Fresh air... and no diaper."

Elaine - the image... an animal. They really... she was...

"A-arf."

The black girl's skirt dropped from trembling fingers.

Grabbed. She grabbed, and lifted it back into place, u-up, in an instant.

"And, lots of visits. Lots of visits, so you don't get lonely. Does that sound real good?"

An animal.

"... Arf..."

"What about this little one?" No longer fingering Elly. Just petting the teenager's va-vagina, massaging her lean, muscled thighs, up and down... "You sure you don't want me to make two houses? Or, I could make the one big enough for two. Could make a little play pen - a niggy play pen."

Carter's rough voice was almost contented, speaking as if the women weren't there, t-talking about - "Keepin' company would be no probl'm, with two. They'd wrestle and play until they were all tuckered out, I bet."

Elly, holding up her skirt, displaying her puffy brown lips - "No..."

The crude white man smiled - ow! He p-pinched the sensitive insides of Elaine's thighs.

"Yes, Sweetheart." P-pinching, twisting, making Elly lift up her legs, one at a time, wincing and flinching while he softly spoke - contrasting his casual **** of her tender flesh - "Yeah. Yeah, Uncle Carter's gonna make your momma a nice little outdoor home to bark an' play in. A place where she can sniff out her pee spot, and hide when she's feelin' shy, and chew her toys and play when she's frisky."

Ow! O-ow, s-stop!

"A real bitch house, right in the back yard."

"And... maybe I can make one for you, too. Hmm? A little backyard house, where you can be together. A little niggy play pen, even."

Head swiveling back and forth between the men, skirt clenched so hard in her hands that her fingernails dug into her palms -

Save... Brand had to save her from this, Brand...

Brand shrugged, and sat a little straighter. "She does make a mess... and I know Nessie would appreciate a friend."

"Arf-arf!"

Elaine's mom got a hearty smack to the back of her poofy-haired head.

"You're just being Shy Girl, Nessie. Not 'no'. Of course you would."

"Cheryl and I did want to keep one girl indoors, to help out and look nice - but..."

Stop! Unable to just back away, unable to swat Carter's hands away - helpless, on display, thighs pricked, face burning, and hearing her future...

Ow - the doghouse... o-ouch!

"Yeah, yer expectin' a little much, from what Ive heard. I mean... the squirting and tantrums alone - you want some stability, and less mess, right?"

"No...!" Elaine's protest was more squeak than

"That's true," Brand nodded, petting Elly's mother in his lap.

"That's very true."

"Should we ask her?"

Yes! "Please!" For a brief moment, Carter's rough hands paused, "I - I don't... you c-can't - Ouch! A-ah, s-stop - !"

Elly could have kicked him! Hit him! She - a cruel pinch, hurting rather than harassing her -

"You speak when spoken to, now - understand?"

"Sorry!" Dancing on her toes, "Yes, sorry!"

Harder, even. He... it... stop!

"Good. Listening?"

Listen-... Elly, distracted by pain, humiliation, nodded. D-doing her best.

"You can be an outdoor nigger. Like Mom. Collared and leashed, playin' with sticks an' bugs. Gettin' the hose in the mornin'."

He let go. Instant numbness - blood rushed to Elaine's latest bruise.

"Or - " He gently... gently touched it. Rubbed where he had cruelly manipulated her soft brown skin, "Or, you can be a house nigger, Sweetie." Her thigh, and tracing the w-wet line of her girl slit. "In a comfy bed, helpin', cleanin', dressing in pretty clothes and takin' hot showers."

"I..." W-warm, and clothed, a-and things the teen girl had never... always had, always -

"Shh. Careful."

"An outdoor nigger, like Momma? Naked and hosed, with her? Or a house nigger. Useful, with sheets an' clothes all to 'erself?"

"What do you want? Right now - or I'll make two little houses for two little outdoor niggers, an' that will settle that."

"I - "

Whap!

A-asshole! This time it was a-a slap, to the inside of the colored girl's thigh. Half mad, still unconsciously holding up her skirt, flashing her young pussy -

"No! Turn them eyes an' tell Daddy what you want." Carter scolded. "Be smart, ya' dumb jigaboo! Do it proper."

"Daddy!" Elly couldn't believe... it just popped out. Looking at Brand, flashing her privates and trying to i-ignore her mother in his damn lap - "I... I want to be a house n-" That word... "I-I want to be in the house. Please. Please, with you. I... don't want to yiEE- "

Stomping, pinched in the same tender spot, j-just - stop!

"A 'house what'? Fuck, I'm about to get started drawin' up plans right now for a li'l backyard duplex if you don't say it right. Fuckin' dumb - "

"A n-nigger! A... I... " A few short days ago, Elly had... had thought... wanted Brand... handsome, and older, to somehow be her b-boyfriend. Looking at him through teary eyes, her mom in his lap, sh-she - "A house... h-house nigger, Daddy."

Even after... after everything... seen, and done, and heard -

Saying it hurt. And everything... Elly... e-eye twitching, Elly palmed her eyelid - careful not to remove the makeup she had worked on under Cheryl's supervision.

Brand leaned forward, hand scratching through the fluffy hair in his lap.

"It's a lot more work, with a lot more attention, to be a house nigger here, Elaine," Measured, and calm, and even a hint sympathetic, h-he...

A nigger. A house...

Her mom's wide brown eyes stared at Elly. Stared a-and Brand forcibly turned the older woman's brown face into his crotch - away from Elaine.

He unzipped.

"Mind your business, Nessie. You already know where you belong."

That... that thing, her mom... that couldn't be Elaine. Stumpy. Useless.

"Elly... you might be better off with your mother, though."

No.

No! Elly opened her mouth -

"Ar-mff!"

"Being responsible for the house... being presentable... that's traditionally a role for lighter skinned women than you, or your mother. A bit better bred. Not emotional, clingy... childish. Certainly not a role for a squirter, or humper, regardless of education or breeding."

"N-no..." She wasn't any of those... she wasn't - they made her do...

Shake-shaking her head, Elly stole a glance at her own dark hand, her long chocolate legs.

At her mother - her mother starting to gently bob in Brand's lap. How c-could she - how c-could she and her mom have... the previous night...

"Sslpp..."

"If you think you can control yourself, conduct yourself closer to a woman than a... an animal, Elly. We will see. There will be rules. Responsibilities. How we conduct ourselves, how we respond, and present and take care of ourselves..."

Brand frowned.

"I think, maybe, you should have a second house, Elly. In the backyard, with your mom. Just in case that - "

"No!"

"S-sorry. No, no, um..." Daddy. Skirt up - way, way up -

"D-Daddy. Please. I-Ill..."

"You wont be squirting, without permission. No humping, no masturbating, either."

"Cooking, cleaning, helping Cheryl, like you did earlier. You'll like that part, right?" Nodding... Jesus, her mom w-was -

"Being with Cheryl, when she wants you around?"

"Mnh! Sll-lupp!"

Elly nodded, hard, trying to close her ears. Her mind. "Yes. I-I like - "

"Or, being a nice desk girl. Lifting your skirt, and taking care of guests - like you're doing now. And being polite about it."

"I... y-yes. Yes, um..." She couldn't... t-talking, saying what he wanted.

He... she had to. Had to.

"Yes, Daddy."

Elly's eye twitched again. Quick, and stopped.

"Elaine, try it. I don't think you thanked your uncle for his work. Or, his lessons. He's a good teacher, for you."

Teacher. Molesting and pinching and slapping -

"I..." Not her mom. Not - "Thank you." Uncle. U- "U-Uncle Carter. F-for -"

"I like my nigger's eyes down. Unless they're suckin' me."

Sucking... god. Carter rubbed the gross bulge in his pants. Whatever he... whatever they... E-Elly would never, never -

"Um," Eyes down - "Thank you, Uncle Carter. F-for - "

"An- you will be suckin' me, Girl Scout. With them fat black girl lips, anywhere I like. Anything you're given. You know that, right?"

God! God damn f-f-fuck- !

"I... I-I..." Brand looking at her. Carter. From the corner of her eye, Elly's cock sucking mother - "Yes. I... anywhere. I-Ill suck you."

Tasting bile, her tongue swollen, and heavy, the intermingled scent of her and her mother's unwanted lust thick in the air... "Anything. U-Uncle."

"Thank you."

"That's... a little start." S-slurping, sucking in Brand's lap - "It's going to be a lot of work, a lot to remember. Elaine - are you sure?"

"I..." A straight 'A' student her whole life, goal oriented, serious, "I can remember. I'll be good. I - " G-god. The insides of her thighs, her bruised cheeks - and Carter w-was just waiting -

"A good what, Elly? Be proud of it."

Elly hated them. All of them. "Sl-llp..." Her mom.

"A good house... house nigger."

"Daddy."

Tension lifted - more tension than Elly... both men leaned back, approvingly. Somehow... somehow, some silent social signal let the teenager finally drop her skirt. Slowly, waiting for protest.

None.

Elly... what had she done?

"Sllph- !"

"That's a girl, Blackie. You've done so well, since coming outside, with your tail." Leaning forward, gently pulling it. "Sorry it took us so long to get here. But now..."

Elaine had become far too... disgustingly, too intimate with her mother's body, her nudity, her sexual signals, even her...

Shoved - out of mind.

B-but... but, Elly hadn't seen her mother with a man before. Not... not with...

Her mother's mouth was all over him. Brand. The same penis that Elly had... a-and j-just like... what Carter said - sucking. Awkwardly propped up, stumpy, breasts squished and tail wagging with the rise and fall of her head. Elaine watched - morbidly mesmerized by each flex of her mother's hollow cheeks, the underside of her clean jawline bulge out on every obscene intake, her expert movement on Brand, the careful rhythm...

"Sllp... sshl-lp..."

Brand's purple head and shaft, disappearing...

"Spp-! Llp..."

"C'mere, Girl Scout."

The black girl jumped. Panties squishing, sh-she -

Carter laughed. Honestly, laughed, and tugged her skirt.

"That's okay, you can watch Momma all you like. Watch 'er." C-commanding... one eye cracked open, like when she was a little girl watching something frightening - "She's good, ain't she? Even all bound up like that - I think she's showin' off..."

"Glll-k..."

"Knowin' you're lookin'. Listenin'. Look at those milfy tits shake."

At the same time... the front of Elaine's own shirt was pulled, and twisted - her buttons...

Carter slipped a rough hand inside Elly's unbuttoned shirt, pulling out one large brown breast.

"I think our Elly just likes the scent," Brand chuckled. "She's learning what it means, for her. It goes up those wide nostrils, and lights up her smart-girl brain like a Christmas tree."

Shut - ! Elly, clasping her hands over skirt, over her crotch, "Mhn-n!"

The men laughed. Ou-out loud, l-loud - !

"She's a sweet thing, ain't she?" Reaching around, openly spreading her butt, wh-while Elly stumbled - "A real sweet young thing."

"Mm," Brand rumbled. H-hand on her mom's head, his gray eyes twinkled Elly's way. "Very sweet. Whatever else she is, our girl is a romantic in her heart - a little girl just waiting for her Prince Charming... or Princess Charming, from what Cheryl texted me about her kisses."

I-if anything could have brought Elly lower than she already was, embarrassed her more...

Everything sank her lower, over and over, f-further into embarrassment. A pit - endless, and spiked, and painful, a-and -

"Sorry..." Without knowing why - j-just... that feeling, remembering, trying to k-kiss Cheryl before -

"That true, Niglet? You like girls more? You like pussy?" Fiddling with his pants, Carter - "... Or dick?"

Elaine's mind snapped back to the present. Almost - whiplash, s-seeing -

Holy -

In some few, deft motions, the white man's penis was pulled from his jeans - slightly curved, thick, veiny, and sprouting fine, sparse hairs along its uncircumcised sides.

Eyes on it, Elly licked h-her lips. "Dick..." Oh, sh- "I-I-I mean, boys, I like... I-I'm not - "

Her bare brown tit got a nice squeeze.

"We got it, Darkie. You like dick." The... thing in Carter's hand shook a little, for emphasis.

I-it... ugly and attached to... maybe - maybe she d-didn't -

"Prove it, Princess."

Prove... Elly hesitated. L-like...?

To her side, out of the corner of her eye -

"Sllp... Nl-llp..."

Rhythmic, hypnotic - she... anything, Elly had, said. Any -

"You wanna be a house nigger, right?" H-hell! Startled, Almost jumping again, only Carter's fond grip on her ch-chest - "Give yer Uncle a l'il dance for his mean ol' cock - show me how them African princesses do it, an' maybe I can sweep you away. I can be very charming."

"Don't you think so?"

The abused black girl's cheeks still stung, her poor inner thigh even more, and his circling... f-flicking her nipple - "Yes. Yes, Uncle Carter."

God... he smiled.

"Take off them panties. Let 'em drop, and flash a little pussy."

Acutely aware of... a-after having been on display, holding her skirt up

Elly felt ridiculous, trying to awkwardly slide her sopping wet panties off, around her sneakers. N-no one said...

Her shoes stayed on, while her semi-translucent undies came off.

"Jus' set 'em on the armrest, by Mom. She'll need somethin' to remind 'er of her old home, settle 'er in outside."

U-ugh. Draping them, watching her mother's eyes follow the last of Elly's meager protection, pupils dilated -

"Nessie?" A finger under her chin prompted the older negress's head up. O-off Brand's -

"Nessie? No touching those. Slow down a little - just the balls. I want to enjoy your daughter's show. Understand?"

Drooly, thick-lipped mouth hanging open, for a moment Elly thought her mom would say something. O-or bark something.

Instead, the Elaine's mother just swallowed, and rested Brand's long white shaft on her face - tongue swabbing his scrotum.

"Now turn around. Black girl's gotta be proud of her ass - show it. Flaunt it. Use it. 'Specially a fine, fat little bubble butt like yers."

T-turning, while Carter - Carter wasn't even looking. Not that Elly would have wanted him to look. B-but, back turned, butt ever so slightly thrust out -

"Stripper songs... there we go. 'Stripper'. That sounds good enough."

A poppy rock line emanated from Carter's phone. Rough, but rhythmic.

"Music started, Sweetheart."

"I - " Never having... not knowing where to begin, Elaine...

Sexy female vocals starting - Elly d-did a twirl. And back. Skirt climbing - Jesus! Elly shoved it down, before trying to turn that... that into something... some dance.

She saw Brand and Carter share a look. An amused, kind o-of -

Elly shook her hips. Her butt. Letting the skirt fly again, butt thrusts a-and this time not stopping it. Going, letting it go, letting her chest shake and her head swing. Air rushed over the negro college student's naked, tight bottom, her hairless young -

The music stopped.

"Alright," Carter laughed, clapping, "Alright, I cant take it anymore. My lord, nigger. Long on clit, short on rhythm."

Laughing... both men laughed at his crude quip - Elly had done her best! She didn't know... she had never heard the song, sh-she wasn't a-a stripper, how was she supposed to - !

"Points for enthusiasm, at least. Let's do somethin' simple - a little finale that even you can handle. Fuck."

"Rhythm basics. Hands on yer cheeks - spread."

Tapping his phone, the same song, from the beginning -

"Catch the beat... no, don't move yer body - just do a little hole clench."

A... a hole...

More exposed than a-any stripper, Elly... Elly did it. Butt crack spread wide, the teenager squeezed her butthole tight.

"That's good. Keep goin'."

Just over and over again. With no further instructions, tightening and relaxing her brown button.

'We've come here to stare', the sexy female voice sang over th-the -

"Better. Better, yeah - nice. They got a little Girl Scout patch for butthole dancin'?"

"I..." Utterly h-humiliated, almost in tears again - "I, u-uhh..." He touched it. He touched Elaine's clenching, dancing sphincter, a-and -

"There you go. There ya' go, nigger! Keep the rhythm. Let me feel it."

"See? Much better already. At least 'er shitter knows how to work it for a man."

God... god damn him! Squeezing her anus, k-keeping the time, keeping him out -

The music stopped. And... but Elly... bent over...

"You can stop showin' off now, honey. Music's gone."

Angrily flipping down her skirt, s-stepping away... Carter pushed against her, pushed for contact, would have pushed inside her butt i-if - getting away, getting him off her - !

Elaine smoothed her skirt. She... bare underneath it...

"That... was a mess. And, for a black girl, that rhythm... but, we'll work on that. Work on lots, honey. Work on yer clitty, yer titties, yer twerkin'... you wanna be special, dont you?"

Sweating, dizzy, breathing like she'd run a mile -

"I gu-... I - y-yes."

"A special girl - special for 'er Daddy, for her Uncle. Yeah?"

"I-... y-yes, Uncle."

The white man gestured vaguely to his lips, his intention... his meaning clear. And - awfully, even more humiliating, everything else had stopped. Brand and Elly's mom were both... both just looking.

The black teenager leaned in, and carefully, gently kissed the racist white man, the stranger that had hurt her... threatened her and pinched her and casually smacked her around -

She kissed him with her soft, pouty lips, and slipped a little... a little bit of her tongue in his mouth.

"Good Girl Scoumm- "

Elly kissed him again. Harder this time - quickly, just to shut him up. No more. No more disgusting words, o-or... she... clothed and unclothed breasts pressed against Carter's chest. Wrapped together, bent over, it was easier... less unnatural to allow herself to be pulled in. On him.

To the background noise of her mother's awful slurping, Elly climbed up, into Carter's lap - kissing all the while. Thighs splayed to either side, f-flexing rhythmically - her tight stomach pressed against hard... hard, smooth white d-dick. Pinning it, feeling it.

Feeling h-how deep it c-could... measuring it, while a faint trail of slimy pre-cum threatened her belly button.

Oh, god. Kissing, short kisses, long and harder k-kisses, her nipple was pinched, and pulled, Carter's hand groped her bare butt - spreading... touching her grasping little an-

"F-ahh... h-aah..." A-anus. Christ, her... with a lift, and a hard, "Hhuu..." Gasp, and the rough white man let Elaine down.

No.

Elly's eyes fluttered wide. A tiny half-struggle, i-it... not-quite-lined-up-

Carter pushed Elly's thighs down, forcing their bodies to align.

And, It... slipped right in.

Elly gasped, utter shock -

No.

The racist man's penis simply slid inside her. Stretched her, and she was so wet, and broken from the previous night, it slipped right inside her sore Girl Scout pussy, penetrating up into her belly in one motion.

"- Ngh!"

Her first one. In front of...

"'Atta girl. That's a good nigger."

Nigg-... no. Flexing her calves, m-moving her hips back, off -

"No strugglin'." Carter's hand - E-Elly flinched, expecting a hit, sh-she stopped... but, he just touched her cheek. Her hair. A-and... god, she was full, "There y'are... there you go - tight little girl."

" - Hhg!" Oh! So smoothly, up and down. It barely hurt, i-it...

Stop. Flexing her hips - "P-pease..."

"No fussin'." The hand in her hair... down her neck, holding her breast again... "Shh..."

Carter kissed her. Kissed her lips, a-and Elaine could have bit him. Might have. M-might...

He stole it. H-he... it wasn't James, or even Brand. Inside her, t-taking it.

She had saved it. She had. She was a g-good...

"Back on, Nessie. Hard, now."

More went in. Deep as it was - there was more.

"Ghll-MP!"

The colored girl, unable to move away from the pure, hot hardness in her, whimpered, and softly... softly suckled Carter's bottom lip.

"That's good. Relax. Relax..."

"Feels good, don't it? Move them hips a li'l. It'll feel even better."

Hips... up, o-off. But... but Elly didn't resist, when she was pressed down. He was connected to her, in her, a-and she couldn't -

"There she goes. That's a nigger." Flinching, whimpering... kissed, and filled - "Give Uncle a little ride."

"That's what a good house nigger does. You wanna be that, right? You don't wanna be outside, you wanna make Daddy happy?"

God, Brand could see her, listening -

" - Glpp!"

Elly flinched. R-riding him, hips moving, stomach working - "I - Y-yes." She kissed Carter. She kissed him back.

"Yes. Yes... yes... yes..." Eyes in tears, hips going faster, Elaine moved her hands to the back of the chair - and felt the awful white man's scratchy whiskers, his hot, wet tongue on her exposed breast.

"Yes," Her lips moved with her hips, with... god, she hated... god, it felt s-so... in, and out, bumping against his hard stomach - ! "I-I do, I do, y-yes... yes, please, yes..."

"Please..." In Carter's hands, his mouth on her chest, her stomach, her skirt bouncing against her butt - "Please, yes, yes... y-yes..."

Elaine didn't remember hearing the patio door slide open, until she heard Cheryl's voice.

"Oh... wow."

Frozen - mid-hump. The black girl's spine seized. Her stomach turn into a knotted ball ball of acid, and Elaine, mouth hanging open... screamed.

"Y-YAA - "

WHAP!

Elly screamed for no longer than a half second before a hard slap across her young black face sh-shut -

"Elaine! Control yourself, now!" Brand...

Head ringing, eyes s-stinging -

"An' definitely don't start yellin'." Carter added, groping her tits, prompting her... Elly could have thrown up. I-in her, still having s-sex with her - and he had sl-slapped her! Again!

"A good slut keeps goin' - 'specially if she gets walked in on."

E-Elly - "B-but I... Ch-Cheryl..." Freeing her second breast,

"No 'buts'. You get told when to quit, not the other way."

"'Miss Cheryl', Elaine. You're going to have to have a better memory if - our girl is auditioning to... be a little more helpful than her mother can manage. A bit more respected, too."

A 'House Nigger'. Cheryl... Miss Cheryl. Maybe sh-she would still... maybe...

Help. Elly silently pleaded, needed...

"Well, if that's out of the way..." Miss Cheryl, holding a metal platter with a handful of tall, brown beer bottles, coldly e-eyed Elly, and Carter beneath her. Thrusting -

S-stop!

He kept flexing his damn hips, while Elly tried to distance herself, tried t-to show Cheryl she - she didn't want... she didn't like Carter, either! Didn't deserve the mild disappointment in the white woman's calm f-face...

"It'd be nice to have, if she's able to remove more mess than she makes. And does more work than she creates. Yes, Elaine?"

"Y-yes." Jesus. Elly and her mother - undressed, sweaty brown women slurping a-and... and impaled, in sex, and Cheryl just stood there. Cool, and clothed, eyebrow imperiously raised - simply worried about the... the mess. And the work.

And, she folded her arms, l-looking. Stop - C-Carter, stop - !

"Um, Miss Cheryl. Yes. I-I-hn'll... I-fhn-..."

The white woman shook her head. "... Right. I can tell by the trail of slime and urine the nig-... your mother left on the way out - and your own sloppy wipe and panty trail."

"Hnhh!" Elly, moaning...

"GNn-Kh!" H-her mom...

"I-Ill... I-I will clean..." God, the dick buried in her teen pussy, the way Cheryl looked at her -

"Yes, anyway, Mister Barrington," Cheryl smiled at Brand. She... Elly's mother bobbing in his lap, she smiled at him, and set the platter down on the glass patio table, grabbing the bottle opener in hand.

"I thought you and your... friend, might need some refreshments. Beer?"

"That would be heaven, right now." They were so... so normal sounding, Molested, penetrated, Elly c-couldn't... her jealousy and envy...

"Hhnn..." Her thick lips felt chapped from moaning, and licking, a-and the heat in her belly... s-stop - ! Slapping the damn back of the chair - !

"My gosh. Mother and daughter. They really are like beasts when they get wound up, aren't they?"

Fu-... Fuck!

"Ff-fmm!"

"You-ah know how they get. It's primal, for them."

"I suppose. Here." Handing a beer bottle over like nothing, grabbing another -

"See you brought some for ol' Carter, too."

Cheryl, without even a glance in Carter's direction, slid the open beer bottle his way - "Of course. You're a guest."

Elly's eyes on the white woman, and Cheryl's eyes were all for Brand. The sex happening just over an arm's length away...

"You old enough for a sip, Girl Scout? Show me how old you are. Move them hips a little." Carter took a long swig, flexing h-his...

God. Torn between... Cheryl didn't, wouldn't want Elly t-to, in front of her.

She wasn't looking. And if Elly had ever needed a drink in her life... the colored girl moved her hips. Just a bit.

"There's a good girl. Drink up a little - you're a thirsty little nigger, ain' cha'?"

"I... y-yes," Cheryl glanced Elly's way. G-glanced -

It just made her need a drink more. Need... "Please."

Disapproving. Please. A-another sip of cool, bitter beer...

The white woman, thankfully looked away - playing with her boss's tangled hair, while Elly stole a long, satisfying...

"Well, I also had to see this for myself," Cheryl put a delicate hand on Brand's shoulder, and laughed, bending closer... "Look at her. Coffee, Miss Lockley?"

"Mh-...s-smff..." Whimpering piteously, the negro executive -

"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Nessie."

"That was very mean-spirited. I... shouldn't. It's just... my god, girl. To think..."

"Ill get you some coffee later, Vanessa. For real - I promise. In a dish, when you settle in out... out here. Would you like that?"

"A-... arf."

"You would. Just how you like it. A little cream, no sugar. After your indoor... mess is cleaned up, of course. All cleaned up. I know how much you like your coffee."

"Ar-mf..."

"Back on, girl." Already guiding her head down, eyes bulging from being interrupted -

"Thank you for the beers, beautiful. I know you're busy - and I could have sent - "

"Oh - oh, it's no problem." Cheryl waved a hand dismissively. "The... girls... look busy enough, themselves. Besides I needed to stretch my legs, do something a little more physical, a little more mindless."

"And... it's kind of... hot, serving you beers, like this. You're... such a man."

Cheryl leaned in, hand delicately draping over Brand's forearm,

"I guess my inner secretary shows through sometimes... Sir."

The white woman leaned in for a kiss, from her boyfriend.

A... a long kiss. Deep, eyes connected.

Cheryl climbed into his lap.

Elly saw clearly, the white woman's slim hand reach deep into the fluffy tangles of her mother's hair - holding it in place while she sat without looking anywhere but Brand's eyes.

"GHl-MMp!"

Knees on either side of her boyfriend's thighs, the rest of Cheryl's weight settled right on the back of the older negress's head.

"Hlkk..."

Her stomach moved - her butt. Riding... Jesus, twinned with Elly on Carter, sh-she... like Elly's mother w-was a surrogate for the clothed perfection between her legs, she kissed Brand, and regulated an increasing tempo of thrusts with her lean thighs.

"Ghk-g-Hlk-Hgk-"

Flinching, unable to imagine... couldn't... E-Elly started her own rhythm again. Started k-keeping up.

Scared.

Entranced. Looking, while Carter pulled her in, mauled her firm young breasts.

While the kiss next to Elly went on.

"Gh-gKk!"

A-and... Jesus.

"Kh-... Kh!"

On. The thrusts becoming harder, Elaine's mother squirming more, deeper, until - obscured, unseen, gurgling, there didn't seem to be any deeper she could go. Until it was just... just grinding.

Until it finally broke, with the lovers breathing hard. Eyes locked. Together.

"W-wow..."

A slender white hand stroked through Brand's sandy brown hair. "You did it, didn't you?"

Did...

"Khn-kk!" Cheryl's knee shifted, and Elly saw her mom's face - the white goop shooting, r-running from her mother's broad nose.

"Yeah." He swallowed. Four stumpy limbs twitching, thumping, went completely ignored. "That... was perfect."

Elly, transfixed, body swaying, i-it was the most... a-a steady stream of white biology was escaping her poor mother's nostrils. Her - god, her mom was awake and aware! S-somehow... somehow it h-had been easy to... Elly's mother, vein popping in her forehead, eyes b-bulging -

"Ive got butterflies," The white woman whispered, caressing her lover's face - and she smoothly, finally... finally dismounted her stump-limbed, tailed black boss, as the gurgling, drooling negress heaved a **** gasp of oxygen.

"Vanessa? Oh, gosh. Are you...?"

"KGgh-rll..."

"Oh... oh gosh. I almost forgot you were down there!" Cheryl, her face reddening, laughed!

A-and sobered. Supporting her wobbling, coughing boss's back, she lightly cleared her throat, "I... I must have been a little jealous. And upset about the indoor mess. Is - is she...?"

"No, She'll be just fine. Besides, Im sure it was a small price to pay, for 'Mommy' to sit on Messy Nessie's fluffy black head."

Laughter, all around the colored women. Cheryl, covering her mouth, suppressing hers - cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment.

"I... I'd better get back. I was just going to - "

"I can come with you, if you like. Just let me get a little cleaned up... Nessie - "

"Ah, no." Cheryl smoothed her pants.

"No, that's okay." Cheryl wiped - absently wiped the hand that had supported the older negress in her coughing fit, on Nessie's fluffy hairdo. Front, and back. "You stay. Take care of them, make sure they're okay - and Elly? Take care of your mom's messes. I have to get back to work. And this... I dont think this will clear my head. Not today."

A look - this time Elaine's direction, down... and up the teenager's body, ending at her face.

Flickering with disappointment.

It wasn't her fault. They -

"Shff-ahh!" Elly sucked in a short breath as Carter thrust... hitting, bumping a painful wall inside her body.

The sliding door closed, a quick exit - and Carter burst out laughing.

"I didn't get it before. But that bi-... that lady is alright, Man."

"Man, this one is tight. The way she was milkin' me while your girlfriend was out here, I gotta - mm!"

The teen's body jerked in angst. Jerked, locked onto Carter's fat penis, sh-she - gasping - !

"Jus' gimme a sec while I nut inside this bitch."

Jesus, h-he- ass! He - !

Thrusting into her tender body, thrusting f-fast, then grinding her down. H-holding her, and then stabbing so deep it hurt -

"S-stop - ! I-i-i-it yi-mnf!"

"Oh, man. I was holdin' this back. Take it!" Up! Thrusting - !

"Ynmmh! Ymmh!" Moaning above Carter, breasts in his hands, butt clapping with each new thrust, grinding when she hit Carter's stomach -

"Take it like yer fatass Momma does, you dumb darkie."

Dumb... "M-mnh! MHmmh!" F-fatass... Darkie!

"Fuck! Fuck little Girl. Scout. Pussy!"

D-dark. Stars. Feeling it inside her, he sh-shot inside her! E-Elly, quivering, building - !

Cumming, twitching, cumming, arched back while her tits got squeezed -

Elaine went limp. H-her muscles, her body, limp against Carter.

"Fhu-"

Her first. The racist stranger beneath her, the... n-nigger, she...

Collapsed against Carter's chest, holding him, holding his softening penis inside her... his seed...

Panting and silently... silently weeping, a-all the emotions o-of... all... everything -

E-everything...

"Hey..." Breathing hard, Carter sat up, "Hey - wasn't the monkey 'posed to squirt all over the place?"