Early Saturday Morning

In a skimpy, white, lace trimmed, baby doll nighty, Tasheka snuck quietly into Tasha's room and into her bed. Tasha was tossing and turning and whimpering in distress in her sleep, obviously having unpleasant dreams. Jack and Diane had retired to their rooms just a couple of hours ago. Diane had left the living room laughing, her strap-on swinging back and forth as walked up stairs as Jack wiped off his cock on Tasheka's hair. Tasha lay on the living room floor almost passed out from the constant fucking her younger sister had given her but she had managed to make her way upstairs to her bedroom.

Tasheka looked at her daughter putting her arms around Tasha, pulling her to her breasts and comforts her. Tasha opened her eyes and realized she was cuddled in her mother's arms. Tasha squirmed and nuzzled in further, rubbing her face on her mother's breasts, her forehead, cheeks and lips gradually shifting the top of her mother's nighty to expose her breasts, then, after some hesitation and shame, nuzzling and kissing and suckling on her mother's bare nipples.

Mother and daughter wrapped their arms around each other, both sobbing, "Oh Mama, I'm so sorry, I had to, I couldn't help it. You won't believe what has happened to me at the office with the Snyder twins."

"Tell me all about it, sweetie," Tasheka replies as she gently rubs her daughters lower back.

Tasha tells her mother the whole story. Tasheka sobs in sympathy but finds it erotic and arousing, despising herself for that. Tasheka tells her daughter what's happened to her at the university.

Tasha sobs. "Now Jack and Diane are fucking us, your problems at the school and the Snyder twins at work, oh mama, what's going to happen to us?"

Tasheka didn't have an answer for her daughter. The both fall silent, imagining what might happen the next time they are both at the Young Girls Club. They hug each other more tightly to comfort each other, each whimpering and murmuring and crying softly. Their legs slide between each others' legs and subtly, slowly, then harder and faster the mother and daughter begin grinding on and humping each others' legs.

The mouths and lips come together. Their mouths open, their tongues hungrily probe each others' mouths. With more romantic passion and frantic need than either of them has ever felt before, anticipating the excruciatingly shameful, humiliating, and gruelingly degrading ordeals that await them at the Young Girls Club, and right there, in their home with the twins. Mother and daughter make love to each other and cum together over and over, giving each other a pleasure and strength to endure that neither of them has ever gotten or will ever get from anyone else again.

As with so many generations of their ancestors before them, and through whatever awaits them, Tasha and Tasheka knew that, now that they had found themselves and each other, they would and could survive, even thrive through the struggles and ordeals.

Mother and daughter woke up with their faces and cheeks pressed into each others' soft brown butt cheeks, their stuffy, snotty, sniffling noses nudged up against each others' anuses, sniffing each others' assholes.

Tasha inadvertently farted in her mother's face, and squirmed and moaned in shame and embarrassment. Her mother groaned at the foul odor and rubbed her nose into her daughter's rosebud, pressing her face deeper between her daughter's sweaty ass cheeks. She heard her daughter emit another, almost painful, shameful moan, felt her squirm some more, and then felt her grommet begin to open up.

Knowing what was coming Tasheka shifted her mouth to cover the opening, opened her mouth and began sucking the smelly, gooey turd in, slurping and groaning noisily in self-loathing, disgust and immense, intense lust. She gratefully felt her daughter's foot thoughtfully probing between her legs, finding and rubbing against her wet twat. Tasheka humped her daughter's foot as she sucked the turd out of her asshole.

Tasheka and Tasha both thought about how passionately romantic their night together had been, as sick and pathetic, yet somehow also tragic and poetic that was, all the more powerful for how shameful it was. They both thought about what they were doing now and shivered in shame, disgust for each other and themselves, and quivered at the sensuality and mutuality of the renewed stirring of their lust.

They both thought about how the brown color of their turd matched the color of each others' skin. And they both thought about how what was happening now would keep shit from getting on the sheets, and make their house-cleaning chores easier, along with making sure at least one of them got breakfast before starting into the ordeals that awaited them that day.

Sunday Afternoon

"Of course, it's a sexual tragedy. What's happening in the black community, but you have to understand, it's a natural phenomenon of the niggers. It's the fruit of a long-standing, deeply entrenched commitment to un-Godly values."

Reverend Hurst looked out over his congregation. The TV camera panned out as the white people in the pews were nodding their heads.

He continued, "Something happened a long time ago to the nigger. White people might not want to talk about it. After the fall of our civilization, white Christians were beset. There were the uppity niggers, people we would now recognize as Satanists in all but name. They sought, as niggers have always sought, power, they burrowed into the woodwork of white society, just like a boll-weevil eating its way into a cotton plant. They stayed well hidden, but they sought power. The niggers have always been Satanists. In their revival churches they offered up young Christian virgins in their worship. The Devil appeared unto them and said, 'It's a deal,' I will give you power, turn away from the White Redeemer and be my followers, and Hell will see you all right."

Jack looked at the TV in the living room then he looked down at his mother. She was bent over the back of the couch, her head on the seat cushion, her ass in the air. Jack slapped his mother's ass as he pushed his cock into her rectum.

Jack looked down at his mother. "You believe that nigger talk that old white man is saying, momma?"

Tasheka tried to turn her head and look back at her son. "Da nigga race hat always been uppity. Dat ole white man full 'o shit though!"

The reverend took a step back from his podium and looked down between his legs. The black woman smiled up at him, his cock filling her mouth. He stepped forward again not paying the nigger between his legs no mind. The congregation squirmed in their pews as they watched their beloved reverend. They knew he loved his cock sucked while giving his sermon. It wasn't so many months ago that he had white woman or teen girl on her knees sucking him as he stood in front of the congregation. Not now, not with the darkies willing to sexually humiliate themselves for the amusement of the white community.

"Of course the Devil is a tremendous liar, we can see that now. It gives me no pleasure to say this, but the niggers now know the consequences. The deal is off, you see. The Devil must be paid. You know, this is interesting. We've all heard the phrase 'there's the Devil to pay,' but how many amongst us know what he would be paid in? Few, I reckon. If you've heard the singing at these nigger revival churches, their wailing is terrible, like unto the damned in torment. His payment is in sex, humiliating sex!"

Jack looked down at this mother again. "Well, I believe him, all niggers need to be treated with humiliating sex!" he laughed as he slapped his ass cheek again.

The black woman on her knees before him with his cock in her mouth was being paid fifty dollars. She really didn't care what this white preacher said as long as she got paid.

"We need to pray for the nigger. They need a great turning to the White Redeemer. The only thing that can save the nigger is humiliating sex. They must throw out their satanic leaders and come before the white Christian race. I really believe this could be a good thing. That this could be the end of Satan's hold on the nigger. It is, we must remember, the niggers own fault. They are like little children who need to be disciplined, seen and not heard, constantly punished with humiliating sex. We as a white race must be strong like parents and show our compassion and understanding to the nigger by punishing them with humiliating sex."

Diane came into the living room laughing. "I just threw the backdoor key out in the backyard!"

Jack was holding his mothers hips as he thrust his cock back and forth. "Yeah? so what!"

"Then I threw Tasha out the back door, naked!" Diane laughed out loud. "She has to find the key to let herself back in!"

There was a knock at the front door. Jack cursed as he looked down on his mother who was bent over the back of the sofa with her hands tied behind her back. There came another knock at the front door. The teen picked up the TV remote and pressed the 'off' button and threw the remote back on the sofa. Diane walked upstairs still laughing.

"Okay, okay," he yelled. Jack looked at his mother as he yanked his cock from her ass. "You stay right where you are momma, I'll be right back," he chuckled as he slapped her ass. Jack looked through the peep hole in the door and saw a little white girl standing there holding a bag in one hand and money in the other. He quickly pulled up his jeans and tucked his cock away.

'Yes? Can I help you?" he asked as he opened the door.

"We want to hire one of your niggers," the girl simply stated.

Jack knew the girl from the neighborhood but didn't remember her name, "Ah, okay, but who are you again?"

"I'm Bailey. I live at the end of the street. Haley Peet is my mother?" the girl looked at Jack with impatients.

Jack looked at the money in Bailey's hand and licked his lips. "Ah, which nigger would you like to hire and what would she be doing exactly?"

"My mother, Mrs. Peet would like to hire your mother," the girl said with air of smugness.

Jack turned red when the girl said that. "She maybe my mother but she's still a nigger, so I would appreciate it that you would not refer to her as my mother."

Bailey looked up at Jack and smiled. "Okay then, my mother would like to hire your mature nigger for housework."

Jack narrowed his eyes at the girl. "What kind of housework?"

"Specifically, cleaning the bathrooms," Bailey said as she looked around Jack to see Tasheka still bent over the sofa, her ass exposed.

"How much are you offering?" Jack asked.

"Twenty dollars for two hours of work," Bailey said as she held up the money.

Jack pointed at the bag. "What's in the bag?"

"Oh, this? It is a turd costume."

"What's a turd costume?"

The girl rolled her eyes as she looked at Jack. "It's a costume that my mother wants your nigger to wear as she cleans our bathrooms."

Jack rubbed his chin. "Well, if you want her to wear a costume then it will be forty dollars."

"Forty dollars? No way! Twenty-five dollars," Bailey said as she stepped back and looked around Jack again. The girl could see Tasheka looking at them.

"Thirty-five dollars," Jack said as he looked over his shoulder at his mother.

"Thirty dollars and the nigger has to wear the costume from here to our house," the girl said as she licked her lips.

"Deal! Hand me the costume and the money!" Jack said smiling.

The girl handed over the bag containing the costume then reached into her front pocket of her denim jeans and pulled out a ten. She handed both bills to Jack.

"You wait out here," Jack said as he looked at the girl. "She'll be right out."

Bailey nodded her head as the front door closed.

"Mother, come here," Jack said as he pulled the costume out of the bag.

Tasheka stood next to her son looking at the costume he was holding. "I heard that you pimped me out to that Peet girl."

"That's right momma and you're gonna be a nice nigger lady and do what she wants," Jack smiled as he handed the costume to his mother.

Jack opened the front door. Bailey Peet was still standing there with a look of impatients on her face. Tasheka stepped out from behind the door. The girl laughed when she saw Tasheka.

The costume Tasheka was wearing was tapered above her head like a turd would look like if you pinched it off with your anus. Her face was sticking out a hole just below the top of the costume. Her arms were poking through a hole on either side of the costume. There was a slit in front that displayed Tasheka's shaved vagina and a slit in the back that would allow access to her anus. The costume was connected with a small button between her vagina and her anus. Then there was the smell, the fabric of the costume let off the stink of a turd that had just been plopped into the toilet. Tasheka wrinkled her nose.

Bailey looked up at Tasheka. She put her hands on her hips saying. "You call me Miss Bailey and my momma Mrs. Peet. You understand nigger?"

"Yez'um Miss Bailey," Tasheka replied as she wrinkled her nose at the smell of the costume.

"Good, walk behind me 'cuz I don't want to smell your shit!" the youngster laughed.

Tasheka looked at her son and rolled her eyes. Jack smiled at her and said, "Have fun!" as he waved the thirty dollars at this mother.

As Tasheka walked across her yard and onto the sidewalk the neighborhood kids came running over. Then they were laughing, pointing and holding their hands to their mouths as Tasheka walked by.

"Eww! It's a black turd!" laughed a boy.

"No its not, it's a walking black turd!" a blonde hair girl laughed.

Tasheka was embarrassed. The top part of the costume enclosed around her face so that only her eyes, nose and mouth were showing.

"Mrs. Roberts, are you a black turd? Coz you sure look like one!" another girl said.

Tasheka realized really quickly that the neighborhood didn't know about her real name.

Ruth Medford her neighbor two houses down walked across her yard just as Tasheka, Bailey, and a handful of kids passed by on the sidewalk.

"Hello, Ann, somebody shit on you today?" Ruth laughed out loud at her own joke.

Two boys stopped and looked at Ruth. "Hi Mrs. Medford, can you come out play with us later today?" the taller of the two boys asked as he rubbed the crotch of denim pants.

Ruth stopped laughing, looked at the boys then hurried back into her house.

One of the girls tagging along beside Tasheka asked Bailey. "Where are you taking the nigger lady?"

Bailey smiled proudly, puffed out her flat chest and replied. "My mother paid thirty dollars for this nigger to clean our bathroom!"

"Oh! Can we watch?" the girl asked hopefully.

"I don't think so. My mother says that we don't share our niggers with anyone!"

"My dad says that we are going to rent a nigger this payday. He says that nigger women can suck better cock than a white woman," a boy said as he kept pace with Bailey.

"What's your mom say about that?" Bailey asked looking at the boy.

"That's the strange part. My mom is going to prove that she can suck better cock than a nigger," the boy replied.

"Eww! Why would your mom suck your father's cock if he has nigger woman to do it for him?" asked a girl who was walking behind the boy.

Bailey and Tasheka walked up to the girl's front door. The neighborhood kids stopped and gathered on the front lawn looking at them. Bailey opened the front door and Tasheka took a deep breath and walked into her neighbor's house.

Tasheka was kneeling next to the toilet looking down at the yellow water and one turd floating on the bowl. Mrs. Peet had crapped in the toilet as Tasheka watched. Then she gently wiped Mrs. Peet's rear end with a tissue. Instead of putting the used tissue in the toilet bowl Mrs. Peet had Tasheka put the tissue in a plastic baggie. Mrs. Peet wanted to preserve the freshness of the tissue the next time Tasheka came over.

Little Bailey Peet had Tasheka lay down in the bathtub as she stood on the rim of the bathtub with her dress pulled up to her waist. Tasheka laid there as the young white girl peed on her face.

Tasheka was still kneeling next to the toilet when Mr. Peet came walking into master bedroom bath scratching his crotch and yawning. He had just woken from his nap.

"Honey," he yelled over his shoulder. "There is a nigger turd in our bathroom and it stinks!" He looked at Tasheka who averted her eyes in embarrassment.

"I know honey," came back the reply from Mrs. Peet who was down the hallway. "The nigger is here to clean our toilets."

"Oh," Mr. Peet said but only loud enough that Tasheka could hear him. He pulled his semi-hard cock from his boxer shorts and looked at Tasheka. "Well, grab hold of my cock and help me pee!"

"Yes, suh!" Tasheka replied as she reached up and took hold of the man's penis.

"Aim it at the toilet water!" Mr. Peet ordered.

Tasheka aimed the man's penis down at the toilet bowl as he let out his urine stream. Mr. Peet put hands on his hips and watched as Tasheka urinated him. As his stream of pee lessened Mr. Peet smiled to himself. As he finished and Tasheka gave his penis a couple of shakes Mr. Peet let out a final short burst of urine that landed on the toilet bowl rim.

Mr. Peet was smiling down at Tasheka as she looked up at him with a horrified look on her face. "Lick it up nigger!" Mr. Peet said.

Tasheka leaned over the toilet bowl rim, stuck out her tongue and licked up the pee drops. As she did so Mr. Peet stepped back a little, opened the medicine cabinet and took out a condom package. As Tasheka finished licking the rim of the toilet bowl he tossed the condom package to her.

"Take it out and put it on me, nigger turd!" He said smiling down at Tasheka. Tasheka averted her eyes as she tore open the small package. She had never put a condom on a penis before but she quickly got the idea. She slid the condom over Mr. Peet's cock which was hard by now.

Mr. Peet's back was facing the bathroom door when said. "Move your black ass over here," he said as she stepped back and pointed in front of him. Tasheka scooted around the toilet bowl, turned so that her rear end was presented to Mr. Peet.

Mr. Peet kneeled behind Tasheka then cleared his mouth of saliva and spit on Tasheka's asshole. He lined up condom covered cock and said. "If you're a nigger turd then stick that ugly black face of yours in the toilet bowl!"

"Yes suh!" Tasheka replied as she tried to put her head into the toilet bowl but the top part of her turd costume wouldn't fit into the bowl. Her face was several inches above the toilet bowl pee smelling water and the turd that was floating inside it.

Mr. Peet looking down at the back of Tasheka's head as she struggled to her face into the toilet bowl, growled, "God damn it!" as he leaned over and pushed the top part of the costume under the toilet bowl rim.

Tasheka's face plunged into the pee filled toilet bowl. As her face came out of the water the turd was drawn to the middle of the bowl. Just as Tasheka's nose cleared the water the turd came across her nostrils leaving a thin film of shit across her nose.

"That's better!" Mr. Peet smiled as he pushed his cock past her sphincter muscle.

Tasheka grunted as Mr. Peet pushed his condom covered cock into her rectum. The man started pushing back and forth causing Tasheka's face to skim the polluted toilet water. The turd kept rubbing around her face in the swirl of water.

Just then Tasheka heard a girl's voice cry out. "Mommy! Daddy is fucking the black turd in the bathroom!"

Tasheka heard the mother say a minute later. "God damn it Rob! I hope your using a God damn condom! Don't expect to fuck me tonight if you not! Fuck, now we have to pay her extra!" Tasheka could tell Mrs. Haley Peet was pissed.

Bailey Peet stated the obvious. "Daddy, Mommy is cursing!"

"Yes I know honey. You and I will deal with her later!" Rob Peet said to his daughter.

"Wait, I'm sorry!" Mrs. Peet said as she looked from her husband to her daughter. "I didn't mean it, Rob, I'm sorry."

Mr. Peet looked over his shoulder at his young daughter and nodded his head. Bailey Peet said to her mother. "Come Mother, we will deal with you later like daddy said!"

Tasheka could hear Mrs. Peet crying as she and her daughter left the bathroom.

Just then Mr. Peet pushed his cock all the way up Tasheka's rectum. She could feel his belly on her ass cheeks. Tasheka could feel Mr. Peet's jizm shooting inside the condom. She was at least happy that the mess would be contained.

As Mr. Peet finished cumming he yanked his cock out of her ass. He stood up stretching his legs and looking at his deflating cock with the tip heavy with jizm.

Tasheka pulled her head out of the toilet bowl and turned around looking up at Mr. Peet.

He smiled down at her. "Take off the condom and lick my cock clean."

Tasheka carefully slid the condom off Mr. Peet's cock and then holding the condom with her left hand she took of his cock with her right hand. She moved her mouth over his cock, moving her head back and forth. Mr. Peet stood there with his hands on his hips smiling down at her.

After a minute of licking and sucking the man's cock Mr. Peet said "enough!" Tasheka sat back on her heels and looked up at the man.

"Now, take some pee pee toilet water and put it in the condom and shake the condom." Mr. Peet ordered as he pulled his boxer shorts back up.

Tasheka dipped her hand in the toilet water, scooping up some pee smelling water and carefully poured it from her hand into the condom. Then she pinched off the top of the condom and shook it around. Tasheka then looked up at Mr. Peet.

"Now, put the open end of the condom in your nigger mouth and pour it in, make sure you squeeze the condom from the bottom making sure your get all my jizm and the toilet water."

Tasheka almost gagged as she poured the contents into her mouth.

Mr. Peet said that Tasheka could go now. As she stood up in the bathroom and stretched her legs Mr. Peet walked off down the hallway. As she entered the hallway Mr. Peet came out the master bedroom and handed Tasheka an extra twenty-five dollars.

"That should take care of my activities today?" Mr. Peet smiled.

"Yez'um suh! Dat it does!" Tasheka replied bobbing her head up and down as she walked down the hallway.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs she looked to her left into the family room. Mrs. Haley Peet was there sitting on a saw horse, a ball gag in her mouth and her hands handcuffed behind her back. The saw horse was high enough that her feet weren't touching the ground so she was trying her best to balance her body. Tasheka noticed that Mrs. Peet was also naked from the waist down.

The daughter, Bailey Peet, was laying on the floor with her chin in her hands as she watched cartoons on TV.

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On her way home Tasheka decided to walk around the block instead walking directly back to her house. The kids on her street were playing along the sidewalk and she didn't feel like being molested anymore than what she was.

As Tasheka turned the corner of the street behind her house she saw a little white girl and a little black boy three houses down on the right.

As Tasheka came closer to the yard both the white girl and the black boy looked at her. Both kids started to laugh as Tasheka came up even the kids.

"What are you supposed to be?" asked the blonde, blue eyed, white girl. The girl was wearing a white frilly dress that came to her knees. There was pink ribbon about five inches wide tied around her waist and she was wearing white lacy socks with black shiny shoes.

Tasheka a little embarrassed replied, "Eyes a black turd, Miz."

It was then that Tasheka noticed the white girl was holding a leash that was attached to a dog collar that was secured around the black boy's neck.

The girl noticed what Tasheka was looking at and said, "This is Tyrone. His name used to be Jimmy and he was my best friend. He lives across the street," the girl pointed at the house. "But now I play with him like he is a doggie," the girl giggled and so did the boy. Both Tasheka and the white girl looked at Tyrone's penis which was jutting straight out.

The black boy was wearing a short sleeve blue button down shirt that reach his waist. He didn't have underwear or pants on but was wearing white socks and sneakers.

"Play Miz?" Tasheka asked a little confused.

"Yes. My mother pays his whoring momma fifteen dollars for three hours of playtime. I can do whatever I want with him, can't I Tyrone?"

The black boy standing next the girl smiled and barked twice.

Tasheka gulped as she slowly continued her walk home. The girl looked at Tyrone and said, "On your hands and knees doggie. It is time to milk you again," the girl smiled then she looked at Tasheka as Tyrone got on his hands and knees. "Everybody knows that jizm from blackies is good for the complexion."

Tasheka watched as the girl squatted next to Tyrone. She produced a small plastic cup from the pocket of her dress. The girl grabbed Tyrone's cock and put the end of it in the cup and proceeded to rub up and down on the boy's cock.

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Tasha left the house wearing six inch spiked gray heels, white thigh stockings that came just above her knees, a short denim mini skirt and a form fitting pink t-shirt that proclaimed 'ATTORNEY' across the front. Her hair was done in pigtails and she had bright red lipstick on. The outfit screamed "WHORE" to anybody who saw her.

Tasha walked into the lobby of the building where she worked. The law firm of White and White was on the fourth floor.

As she walked up to the elevator she noticed a sign off to the side of the elevator doors. It read, 'Dogs and Niggers allowed on the elevator if properly leashed and collared.' Tasha turned beet red. There was a little arrow pointing to her right under the words on the sign. There on the wall hung the leash and collar.

Tasha stood there uncertain as to what to do. Nobody else was in the lobby yet. She looked over at the sign that read, 'Stairs' but thought that was too many flights to walk up in her spiked heels. What if she put the dog collar around her neck then attached the leash to it? Just then three women came walking into the lobby laughing and giggling. They stopped laughing and giggling when they saw Tasha and what she was wearing.

"No self-respecting woman would wear an outfit like that!" one of the women said as she looked Tasha up and down.

"She isn't a self-respecting woman, she's a fucking nigger wanting a ride on the elevator!" the second one said.

Tasha heart skipped a beat and her breathing increased. She was very nervous watching these three women advance on her.

"Do you want a ride on the elevator, nigger?" smiled the first woman as she looked Tasha up and down.

"Yes'em Miss." Tasha replied as she looked down at the floor.

Two of the women giggled at Tasha's discomfort. The woman said, "Then say it properly nigger. Ask us nicely for a ride on the elevator!"

Tasha thought about for a moment wondering what the woman wanted. Then it came to her. ""This stupit nigger would likes a ride wit yous nice white ladies on da elevator," Tasha said in her best black talk to the three white women.

The three white laughed at Tasha. "Well then," the third woman said as she retrieved the dog collar and leash from the hook on the wall, "let's give the blackie a ride on the elevator." She handed the collar and leash to Tasha, "Put this one on quashie."

The two women giggled when the third said that. Tasha turned red as she attached the collar and then clipped the leash to it. The woman who had called Tasha a "Quashie" pressed the elevator button. The doors opened. Tasha handed the leash to the woman who had handed her the collar and leash. She turned and walked into the elevator, Tasha followed her.

The woman turned around and gave Tasha a mean look, then said, "You really are fucking stupid for a Thicklips. Get on your fucking hands and knees!"

Tasha almost had tears in her eyes but she got on her hands and knees as the woman tugged the leash behind. Tasha tried her best to keep up but she had her small purse. The tip of her six inch heels she was wearing were scrapping the floor as she crawled. The two women already in the elevator made room for Tasha.

Tasha was on her hands and knees between the women, her pussy was wet, 'No, it was soaked,' thought Tasha.

"What floor nigger?" the woman holding the leash asked as she looked down on Tasha.

Tasha replied without looking up, "Dis coon needs da fourth floor, Miss."

The three women laughed when Tasha said that. "Now there's a crow who knows her place!" the one holding her leash laughed.

The other asked, "What do you call a woman who has lost ninety-five percent of her intelligence?"

The two other women shrugged in their shoulders.

"A nigger!" replied the lady and all three women laughed.

The elevator dinged as it reached the fourth floor. The door opened and Tasha followed the woman out of the elevator.

"Stand up nigger," the woman ordered.

Tasha stood up brushing the palms of her hands on her short skirt. The woman let the leash drop. "My name is Jillian, nigger. When you want a ride back down the elevator call me at 4357, my office is on the third floor." Jillian reached up and pinched Tasha's left nipple which was poking out her form fitting pink t-shirt.

Tasha took off the dog collar and leash as the elevator doors closed and hung the things next to the elevator door. She took a deep breath and walked towards the law office of White and White where she worked.

"So monkey," asked Sandy the bimbo receptionist. "Are you going to to work for us?" she smiled.

Tasha didn't say anything as she walked past the desk. Sandy got out from behind the desk and quickly followed Tasha. The female attorney's stood up from the cubicles and watched as Tasha turned the corner and headed towards Mandy's office. A couple of the women fell in behind Sandy who was trailing Tasha by about ten feet.

Tasha walked into Mandy's outer office and went directly to the wall. She stood in front of the paper sign that was taped on the wall, "All Monkey's Stand Here Facing the Wall".

Paula, Mandy's receptionist got up from behind her desk and shooed away the other women. She came up behind Tasha and put her left hand on Tasha's left breast and squeezed, "Very good little nigger girl. I am glad that you can follow orders!" she whispered in Tasha's ear.

"Yez'um Miss Paula," Tasha replied, "Eyes tries to be good little nigga girl for yous all."

The buzzer on Paula's desk came alive, "Is the nigger here?" asked Mandy.

Paula walked back to her desk and pushed the buzzer, "Yes, Mandy, the little nigger girl is here."

"Send her in then."

Tasha walked into Mandy's office heading to one of the chairs in front of her desk. She was about to sit down when Mandy said, "Nigger monkey's stand, they don't sit in my office."

"Yez'um, Miss Mandy!" Tasha said with slight embarrassment. She figured something like this would happen.

Mandy sat there looking Tasha up and down. She took in how Tasha was dressed, "So who dressed you?"

Tasha lowered her eyes and stared at the floor, "Eyes dit Miss Mandy!"

"Very good! I am impressed Tasha that you think so highly of this law office to dress that way," her boss smiled at her.

Tasha smiled weakly at Mandy and nodded her head. Inside she was excited that she had made the right choice of clothes to present herself to the office.

"So have you decided?" Mandy asked still looking at Tasha.

"Yez'um, Miss."

"Well, don't keep me waiting!" Mandy smiled. Tasha could tell that Mandy was eager to sexually abuse her.

"I have decided yes, Miss Mandy," Tasha replied as she stood straight.

"Very good," Mandy said excitedly as she pushed a piece of paper towards her. "Sign here first, this is the contract."

Tasha leaned over the desk taking the pen offered by Mandy. She quickly scanned the document and nodded her head. It basically said that Tasha was to act like a monkey while in the office, that her body could be sold to clients during business hours to help close business deals, half of the money paid by the clients for the use of her body she could keep. She was to tend to the sexual needs of the other female attorney's while at the office. If there was an office party, Tasha had to recruit other like minded niggers to be sexual playthings during the party.

Tasha signed at the bottom of the document. Mandy pulled the paper towards her and then opened a draw of the desk and pulled out two stacks of bills. Mandy pushed the money towards Tasha.

"As agreed, here is the money. You work for us for one year from today's date. Any questions?"

"No Miss Mandy," Tasha said as she picked up the two stacks of money.

"Oh, one other thing," Mandy said as she reached into her top drawer. "Here, take this booklet and read it in your bathroom office. This is what is expected of you when you play the part of the monkey."

Tasha nodded her head, placed the booklet on top of the cash and walked out of Mandy's office. As she walked down the hallway of the office cheers and applause broke out.

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Tasheka stood naked in the lecture hall. To her left was Claire Reems, the Physiology professor. Today's lecture was about Black Physiology and Tasheka was one of the "teaching aids". The lecture was packed with students. Where ever blacks were used at teaching aids the classrooms were full. Most were whispering to each other, some were pointing down at Tasheka as she stood there with her hands at her sides.

"Whites and niggers, when matched for obvious variables, are virtually identical in average height, however, the physique and body proportions of niggers are much different," professor Reems said as she picked up her wooden pointer. The professor snapped her fingers. A door on the side of the lecture hall opened and in walked a muscular teenage black male, totally nude. The black teen walked up and stood next to Tasheka.

"Blacks have shorter torsos, broader shoulders, smaller ribcages, narrower hips, and in the male longer phalluses such as you would find on male Bonobo monkeys". She pointed to each area on Tasheka's body then the flaccid cock of the black teen standing next to Tasheka. "Random samples of blacks and whites appear to be about the same weight on average, but blacks have on average less body fat, particularly on their phalluses. It follows that blacks have a greater fat free body mass than whites."

This was cutting edge stuff to the white students in the lecture hall. A white professor advocating that the niggers might have a sexual advantage over the whites based their physiology.

The professor continued, "The smaller ribcage and narrower pelvis on both male and female," pointing to Tasheka and the teen standing next to her, "would indicate less viscera weight and indeed, all blacks have been found to have substantially more total body musculature and denser, heavier bones like monkeys," Professor Reems used her pointer on Tasheka and black male. "This greater musculature is also distributed differently. Black males show considerably more musculature in their ass muscles and thighs than white males, which gives them a substantial advantage in forward and backward locomotion when fucking a black female."

The professor snapped her fingers again and the same door opened. The students in the lecture hall gasped as two white males emerged from the doorway pushing a platform that had a black male and young black female on it. Tasheka looked over her shoulder. She was shocked to see the young girl she knew as Precious on the platform. Precious was eight years old on her hands and knees with a cushion under her torso. Behind her was her father, TyJeezey, his hands handcuffed behind his back as pumped his eight year old daughter with his twelve inch cock. Tasheka could see his ass muscles and thighs ripple with each thrust into his daughter. Precious had been instructed by Professor Reems to be quiet during the demonstration. The professor had emphasized that darkies must be seen and not heard. The next platform that came was had a young black boy and black adult female. The boy was ten year old FroQuinzy and the adult female was his mother, Imani. FroQuinzy was standing in front of his mother with his eight inch cock sticking straight out. Imani was on her hands and knees with her mouth engulfing the tip of her son's cock. FroQuinzy had a smile on his face as he looked at his father on the platform next to him.

Tasheka knew that Imani would have never agreed to this unless the money was good. They had a struggling business just down the street from the college that sold books to students. Nobody was interested in books anymore so TyJeezey wanted to change over to sexual aids and potions. When Professor Reems walked into the store the other day, she made an offer TyJeezey couldn't refuse.

"Naturally with higher than average testosterone levels and a greater number of testosterone receptors which contribute to the leaner more heavily muscled penis of black males compared to white males," Professor Reems used her pointer to lift the penis of the black male standing next to Tasheka. The penis was ten inches long in a semi-hard state. The white girls in lecture giggled as Professor Reems smiled at the male. She couldn't wait to have this blackie on his hands and knees in her office, his cock hanging down almost to the floor, she sitting on a milking stool beside him as she milked his jizm into a glass vile. Later she and other female professors would rub it onto their faces and body like a body lotion.

Professor Reems walked over to the two platforms, "The above average physiological differences in penis length and girth give black males a substantial advantage in sex," she used her pointer to indicated FroQuinzy's cock and TyJeezey's cock. "The narrower hips on the black male indicate that the forward and backward force is applied closer to the center of the male penis, leading to greater biomechanical efficiency by putting a greater portion of the force generated into forward and backward locomotion and causing less energy to be wasted as he fucks the bitch beneath him." Professor Reems smiled.

The lecture hall watched as TyJeezey pushed his cock as far as it would go into his eight year old daughter Precious. The girl gritted her teeth as her father's cock hit up against her cervix. FroQuinzy pushed his cock all the way into his mother's mouth, her nose touching his belly.

Professor Reems continued, "The longer cock of the blackie provides a greater reach into the bitch beneath him," she used her pointer to draw the attention of the students to TyJeezey's cock. The boy had his hands clasped behind his back as looked down on his mother gagging a little on his cock.

"As we watch this father fuck his daughter for our class demonstration we notice that a black male's muscle and tendon physiology also contribute to their sexual virility. It is well publicized that blacks have a higher percentage of fast twitch penis fibers and higher levels of glycotic and phosphogenic enzyme activity levels, which would provide an advantage in explosive, short-duration phallus exertions like what we are witnessing here on these platforms. Additionally, niggers have comparatively long tendons and short muscle bellies compared to the total muscle-tendon length in whites."

Professor Reems walked over and stood next to TyJeezey, "When doing repetitive movements like fucking, the muscle and tendon of the opposing muscle group to contracting muscles are stretched. This stores energy like an elastic band, which is then added to the backstroke as the opposing muscles contract back. A nigger's longer phallus would give them comparatively greater energy storage and retransfer while fucking, causing them to spend less energy and be more efficient when fucking a black bitch such as this eight year old."

Tasheka had gotten dressed after the lecture hall demonstration. She was thankful that she just had to stand there nude in front of the students and not perform any sexual deed. As she stepped into the crowded hallway she noticed down the hall to the right two black male teens. Tasheka knew them to be tough guys always intimidating the neighborhood with their swagger and talk. Now here they were with their arms over their heads, their wrists secured to a hook in the ceiling. The boys had their baggy denims down around their ankles as a group of white girls tickled them with feather dusters. The penises of the two black boys were sticking straight out and were dripping pre-cum.

Out of the classroom door in front of Tasheka came a white student holding a leash. Behind him came five young looking black children on their hands and knees. As soon as the kids got into the hallway they started barking and yapping like dogs. The white student stopped to talk a girl and the five black kids mingled around his ankles constantly barking.

Tasheka gulped as the kids smiled up at her. She quickly walked down the hallway. Tasheka was propositioned several times on her way the boom closet that was her office.

"Hi, Miss Tasheka!" Mammy smiled as she gathered her cleaning supplies.

"Hi Mammy," replied Tasheka as she squeezed past Mammy and sat down at her small desk.

"Yous knows Mr. Harry be lookin for ya?" Mammy smiled.

Harry Sims, the Dean of the College, her former boss or maybe he was still her boss. "Thanks Mammy," Tasheka said as she gathered herself and headed out into the hallway.

Tasheka walked in the outer office of the Dean. The teenage girl was sitting behind a desk that wall all glass, even the draws. Tasheka could see all the office stuff, files and papers in the desk. Under the desk was a black teen on his hands and knees. Tasheka knew the boy's name was Jamal and was a street tough. She had heard a rumor that Jamal wasn't going to sell out to the white people like of blacks did. The girl sat there with a big grin on her face, she was holding a leash as the teen crouch under the desk.

"Oh, hi, Tasheka! Mr. Sims says to go right on in," she smiled as she yanked on Jamal's leash.

Tasheka looked back at Jamal who averted his eyes. Tasheka opened the door and walked into Harry's office.

"Yous wanted to see me, Mr. Harry?" Tasheka said as she closed the door. As two big male dogs and two black women on their hands and knees and dressed out as dogs came bounding over to her. The male dogs were trying to sniff Tasheka's crotch and rear end and the two black women were trying to copy to the male dogs. Tasheka looked down at the two black women and realized they were Garrika and Clover. Both women had slimmed down since the last time Tasheka had seen them, they were wearing gloved paws on their hands and knees and had a dog hood on that made them looked a Pincher.

"Sit!" commanded the white woman sitting on the couch.

The two male dogs quickly came back to the woman and sit down and Garrika and Clover did the same thing. It was then that Tasheka realized that Garrika had matching dog collar with the dog she was next too and so did Clover. Tasheka gulped.

"Yes, come in Tasheka, you remember Mrs. Cabot?" Harry waved his hand at the lady sitting on the couch. She was wearing her wide brim hat and pink floral sun dress.

"Yez'um, Hi Miss Cabot!" Tasheka nodded her head.

"I wanted you here today Tasheka because Carol has an idea that she needs your help with."

Mrs. Cabot was stroking the neck of Garrika who was sitting closet to her. "The White Redeemer church is thinking about bringing in the plantation era of several hundred years ago."

"Miss?" Tasheka asked confused.

"The church wants to have a party celebrating the plantation era. The theme would be little white girls as mistresses at the nigger market picking and choosing the darkies for sexual humiliation. We also want niggers to give a tour of our plantation for the white people."

"Yez'um Miss, sounds like a good idea. But why me?" Tasheka nodded her head wondering why she was here.

Harry stepped forward unzipping his pants, "The church wants you to recruit from the black community for this plantation. The money will be good of course."

"Yez'um," Tasheka replied as she looked at her former boss pull his penis from his pants. Harry pushed a button on his desk. From a side door in his office came eight year old Leasha and seven year old Lettie, Mammy's nieces. Both little black girls were wearing pink t-shirts and pink underwear with pink lacy socks and no shoes. The t-shirt the girls were wearing said, "Happy Little Pickaninnies". The bright pink outfits contrasted with their black skin. Both girls ran up to Harry and quickly started kissing and licking his cock.

"Harry, you're such asshole," Mrs. Cabot smiled as she looked at Tasheka. "Be at our church next Sunday at one so that you can get more information."

Yez'um, Miss Cabot," Tasheka nodded her head.

"That's all Tasheka, be a good little nigger and run along!" Harry smiled as he looked down at the two black girls licking his cock.

Mrs. Cabot said, "Play!" and Tasheka turned to see Garrika and Clover get on their hands and knees. The two male dogs started sniffing around their crotches. She could see the slim pink doggie cock slipping from its sheath.

Tasheka quickly turned and left the office.

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Tasha sat in the women's restroom in her "office" stall and looked at the book that Mandy had given her.

"The Little White Girl's Booklet for Training a Pet Bonobo Monkey"

She turned to the first page:

Congratulations! Your parents have either bought you a nigger Bonobo monkey or have rented you a Bonobo monkey for the day. These Bonobo's, whether male or female, can offer the little girl and her friend's hours of enjoyment if the Bonobo is properly trained. Keep this booklet with you at all times. Refer to it when you have a question about certain training techniques.

Tasha got wet between legs when she remembered play acting like a monkey in Judge Kwanza's chambers last week. Tasha read on.

Purchase a collar or leash made of nylon rather than leather. Nylon is less likely to cut into your Bonobo's skin. Nylon is also more resistant to shrinkage when your male or female Bonobo takes a piss that might wet the leash.

Allow your nigger Bonobo to run around with its leash dragging behind it when it is out of its cage. This will help your pet monkey get used to wearing a leash and collar. Just as dogs must get used to wearing a collar and leash, your nigger must also get used to wearing a collar and leash.

Tell your family and friends to give the nigger monkey plenty of room. Monkeys are naturally suspicious. They may become upset when approached by white people they do not yet know. A nigger monkey may screech and jump around its cage and may do physical harm to itself if white people they do not know come to close to its cage.

Attach your monkey's collar and leash before you remove it from its cage. This should help suppress the nigger's desire to dart out of the cage door every time you open it.

Little white girls should keep a steady hand when offering their new monkey food. Sudden jerky movements can startle the nigger Bonobo and slow the taming process.

Always coax a frightened nigger Bonobo out of its cage by offering a piece of food. Take your time and allow the monkey to come to you. This will help build a rapport between you. Close the door and try later if the Bonobo doesn't approach you in about 15 minutes.

Walk your nigger Bonobo around the yard nude with its leash several times each day. This helps the monkey grow accustomed to the leash, being outside of the cage, and being nude in public.

Little girls should soothe a skittish Bonobo by sitting next to it and speaking quietly to it in a baby voice. This will help train the nigger Bonobo to understand that you are a source of comfort when it is out of its cage.

Use a piece of food to entice your pet monkey back into its cage after the first time it has been outside the cage. This helps train your pet that the cage is its home. That the cage is where all good nigger Bonobo's belong.

Stay calm when your new monkey first bites you. Do not snatch back your hand, as this can further scare an already upset nigger monkey. Grasp the monkey by its neck. Then lead the monkey back in its cage. As you taking the monkey back to its cage be sure to have a rolled up newspaper. Swat the bad nigger on the ass or on its nose.

Tasha put the book down and looked at the bathroom stall door. If this is what the office wanted for their five thousand dollars then this is what Tasha would give them. She looked at the title of the second book.

How to Teach a Pet Nigger Monkey's Tricks

From the days of the organ grinders, niggers have been trained to do tricks. Pet nigger monkeys are at least intelligent and capable of being good companions to little white girls and boys if tamed and trained properly. But, like their ancestors the Bonobo, they are still wild animals, and special care is needed to make sure the relationship works for both the white child and nigger monkey.

Tasha put the book down for a moment and stared at the stall door. She had tears in her eyes as she read the book. This book would have been considered offensive between the years of Jim Crow and the Ukeme Brown laws. Something like this would have never been published. Tasha shook her head and opened the book again.

Unless you are experienced with monkeys, ask for help from your parents on how to deal with specific situations. An exotic black animal like a pet monkey is not like a dog or cat, so you must be sure you are doing the right thing from the moment your parents rent or acquire the primate the white owned pet store.

As with all Bonobo monkeys, you do not have to wait until the monkey is an adult to trick train it. All black primates are at least intelligent enough to grasp the idea that they are being trained.

Start simple with simple tricks. Begin with easy tricks before working up to ones which are more complicated and would require a little more intelligence on the part of the nigger.

Make certain the pet nigger monkey knows exactly what you want her to do. Use the same command each time, and teach only 1 trick at a time. Let her master a trick before moving on to the next one.

Be sure to reward with a treat, all nigger primates enjoy treats. Use a special treat your pet monkey loves as the reward for doing a trick. The veterinarian paper work that comes with your monkey should list the treats she likes. Hide the treat and withhold it until she does the trick.

Like all darkies, repetition is the key for nigger monkeys. Go over the trick again and again until the pet monkey associates your command with the action you want her to perform.

Take short breaks. Many white girls find training works best when done for 15 minutes several times a day, rather than 1 long session. Otherwise the pet nigger monkey and you are likely to get bored.

Tasha put both books, wiped her tears and walked out of the bathroom. She noticed a handful of workers installing hooks in the ceiling in the middle of the office. Over to one side lay piles of metal bars some of the metal bars were curved at the top. A handful of women sitting in their cubicles looked at Tasha and smiled. Tasha quickly departed the office leaving the monkey sounds the women were making behind her.

Tasha stopped at the elevator and looked at the leash and collar again. She decided to take the stairs. Out on the street she headed towards the mall. She walked towards Jada's clothing and accessory store. Jada was friend of hers from her college days. She found it more profitable to be a clothing store owner than an attorney like Tasha.

Tasha stopped short of the store. There were a line of white people patiently lined up outside the store. She noticed a sign in the window that announced that nooses where half price.

"Since when did Jada start selling things that were outlawed?" Tasha asked herself.

Tasha walked to the front of the line and one of the white people standing not too far away yelled out, "Hey let the nigger through. Maybe she can hurry things along in the store!"

Tasha squeezed past an overweight white lady who licked at Tasha. Inside the store it was very crowded. Kids were running around. The sales help were assisting customers. Jada herself was showing off several different kinds of nooses to prospective buyers.

Along the back wall of the store was a low to ground table with five naked little black kids standing on it, three little boys and two girls. The little boys penises where sticking straight out while the two little black girls were wet between their legs. The black kids had nooses around their necks. Standing in front of the table were white kids and their parents. Off to the left was a black woman who had her hand on a lever. She was explaining the virtues of the hanging drop table.

"Yez'um yous all, dis here table will support five full grown nigga's or little nigga children like dees," the black saleswoman pointed at the kids. "We call dis our lynching table which is specifically designed for nigga's of all ages."

Some of the white people standing in front of the lynching table nodded their heads and whispered amongst themselves.

"Da first ten buyers of our lynching table will receive free dees five feather dusters and five riding crops. Yous could beat the nigga's your lynching, just don't break the skin though, or tickle dem and watch em poop and pee on the grounds as they laugh and struggle wit da noose," smiled the black sales woman.

All of a sudden the black sales woman pulled the lever and the table top drop out from underneath the black kids. The drop wasn't that far so the fragile necks of the black kids didn't break. But the five kids did struggle against the noose to the great delight of the white people watching. The black woman took the feather duster in her left hand and tickled the penis of one of the struggling black boys and a riding crop in her right hand and started beating one of the black girls across her flat chest.

Tasha turned away as the five kids were lowered to the ground. She walked over to a wading pool and looked over the shoulder of a white woman standing in front. The wading pool smelled of pee and shit. Inside the small wading pool were floating turds and three black newborn babies that were strapped to flotation devices.

From over her right shoulder came the sound of Jada's voice, "Yep, dems real pieces of shit, even da babies. Had to convince their momma's to 'cept twenty dolla for dem for da day."

As Tasha and Jada stood watching the wading pool a little white boy stepped up to the side of the wading pool, pulled down his zipper, pulled out his little penis and proceeded to urinate into the pool. The boy moved his yellow stream back and forth across the pool then aimed his urine stream at one of the black babies peeing all over it. The black baby made funny faces as it tried to keep the boy's urine out of its mouth and when it couldn't keep up the baby started to cry. The white boy laughed as did several other kids and parents who were standing around the pool.

Jada stepped forward, "Sees, everybody, this wading pool is designed just for nigger turds to play in. For just five dollars yous buy dis pool, rent some nigga's an poop an pee on dem."

Tasha looked at her friend and asked, "Jada how could you?"

"Talk black sista," Jada smiled as she took Tasha by the arm and walked away from the pool.

"How could yous humiliate our race like dis," Tasha whispered to her friend.

"It be easy, girl, da white folk pay goot money to humiliate a darkie," Jada smiled at her friend. "Sides, I hear rumor dat da Board of Elders wants new sex laws with the darkies."

Tasha gulped, 'new laws? Now what' she thought.

"So whats can I get the nigga lawyer?" Jada said out loud as Tasha looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

Tasha noticed some white giggling and pointing in her direction. Tasha quickly looked around the store and pointed to the bonobo monkey masks hanging on the wall.

Tasha pointed at the masks, "Eyes needs two of dems."

Jada looked to where Tasha had pointed and laughed, "So yous gonna be a monkey for some white folk? And yous given me a hard time wit da wading pool?"

Tasha turned beet red and looked down at the floor, "Yez'um, eyes be a nigga Bonobo!"

"Good girl!" Jada smiled as she handed Tasha the two masks.

Tasha left the store with her purchase. She decided to walk to the Young Girl club and purchase a room for her and her mother with the money she was paid by her law office that she used to work in.

Tasha walked up to the entrance of the Young Girl. It wasn't open yet but she went in the front door. The memories of her Friday night came flooding back to her. She remembered how her little sister took her virginity. Then later Diane's two horrible friends fucked pussy and ass at the same time with their strap-ons, a sandwich they had called it. Afterwards, the Snyder twins made her knee at the table, a dog collar and leash attached to her neck as they pimped out to little white girls. These girls would take her upstairs, strap her down on a table and fuck her cunt. All the while the girls would spit on her and sit on her face, rubbing their little sphincter muscle up and down on her nose.

Tasha shook her head to clear her memories. The club smelled of sex, pussy, and sweat. The lights were on low around the stage area. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust.

"Hey nigger, we aren't open yet!" a female voice yelled at her from the darkness.

"Um, sorry, Miss. But eyes needs to a talk to da manager!" Tasha said in best black voice.

A white woman came walking out of the darkness by the bar. Tasha swore she could hear giggling and whispering back there, like little girls giggling.

"I'm Mrs. Stanton. I'm the assistant manager, who the fuck are you?" Mrs. Stanton said as she looked Tasha up and down. Tasha was still wearing the six inch spiked gray heels, white thigh stockings that came just above her knees, a short denim mini skirt and a form fitting pink t-shirt that proclaimed 'ATTORNEY' across the front. Her hair was done in pigtails and she had bright red lipstick on.

Tasha looked at Mrs. Stanton. "You're Mrs. Stanton, the school board attorney?" Tasha asked as she looked the woman up and down. Mrs. Stanton's blouse was torn open, she was holding up the side of her skirt that looked like it had been ripped.

"Yeah, what of it? And who are you again?" Mrs. Stanton said impatiently as she looked over shoulder towards the darkness.

"I'm LaTasha Black. I was a student in your class several years ago!" Tasha wasn't talking black now.

Mrs. Stanton narrowed her eyes, "I don't remember you as a student but I do remember you last Friday night, with the Snyder twins I think they were."

Tasha turned several shades of red, "Um, Yez'em Miss Stanton. That be me!"

"Huh! Those are some bad girls!" Mrs. Stanton said. "You must have fucked up somewhere along the way with them."

There was more giggling over by the bar. Tasha tried to look around Mrs. Stanton at the noise coming from behind her.

"So what the fuck do you want?" Mrs. Stanton asked as she stepped in front of Tasha blocking her view.

"Um, I woods like to purchase a room here Miss. Stanton. Eyes got da money, cash in fact, to pays for da room," Tasha said in her best black talk.

"What kind of room where you thinking about," Mrs. Stanton eyed Tasha. More giggling and this time an adult female giggle was heard.

"Um, we's was thinkin, my momma and eyes, that we's would have a room where da white girls could play wit her as a puppy and me as a monkey," Tasha said quickly.

"Nice! But you realize that you have to pay for the room for one year?" Mrs. Stanton said looking at Tasha's purse.

Tasha clutched her purse, "Yez'um, Miss. Stanton, eyes understant."

Just then a another white woman stepped out of the darkness. She was fixing her blonde hair with her left hand while her right hand held up her short mini-skirt. The woman's blouse was open down to her belly button, her breasts almost falling out the blouse as she walked towards Tasha.

"I couldn't help over hearing that you want to purchase one of the empty rooms here for the year?" asked the lady. To Tasha the women didn't seem bothered by her appearance.

"Yez'um, Miss!" Tasha nodded her head.

Mrs. Stanton stepped up to introduce the white lady to Tasha, "This nigger's name is Tasha, she says she was in my law class several years ago."

"Is that why the words 'ATTORNEY' are on your shirt?" the white lady said as she looked Tasha up and down.

"Yez'um Miss."

"This lady's name is Mrs. Jean Moore, she is the Mayor of Cherish Valley and she is the manager of this club. You address her as 'Your Honor' or 'Mrs. Moore'." Mrs Stanton said as she looked Jean. "We don't need uppity niggers calling white people by their first names."

Just then giggling broke out in the darkness by the bar. "Mrs. Moore, you naughty bimbo, we're waiting for you!" a young sounding female laughed with accompanying giggles.

Mrs. Moore turned red and gulped as Tasha stared at her. Everybody knew that young girls weren't allowed in the club during non business hours.

"Take our nigger friend here and show her some of the rooms upstairs. Let her pick one out then set an appointment to come back and sign the paper work."

"Sure thing, Jean," Mrs. Stanton smiled at Tasha.

Jean turned and walked back towards the bar. Mrs. Stanton and Tasha headed for the stairs. Tasha heard ripping of clothes and little girls laughing, then the slap of a hand on flesh.

Tasha followed Mrs. Stanton up the stairs and down the hallway. The doors were closed but the heavy scent of adult female filled her nostrils. Mrs. Stanton came to a door and opened it. They both walked in. The room was very large.

"This room goes for $3000 a year. You furnish the room with your toys, furniture, whatever out of your pocket. We do require that the room have a theme that is different from any of the other rooms." Mrs. Stanton said as she walked around the room. Tasha didn't see a problem with a different themed room from the others. "We get ten percent of your earnings each night, payable before you leave. How you get the girls into your room and advertise your services is up to you." Tasha nodded her head. "Any disputes that are brought to our attention will always be settled in favor of the girl, no matter what the dispute is about. If Mrs. Moore has to settle a dispute between the girl and you, you will be punished. Not monetarily, but physically. Understand?"

Tasha nodded her head. She was already mentally placing the furniture and toys around the room.

"We run a clean, wholesome, fun, and friendly club. The girls like it that way, the owner, Mr. Snyder, likes it that way and we like that way. Understand?"

"Yez'em, Miss Stanton!"

"One last thing, you need a name for the room, something unique that you can put on the door."

"Yez'em, Miss Stanton!"

As they left the room Mrs. Stanton closed the door. "All women enter and leave by the back door. The front door is reserved for our patrons. You can use the dressing room downstairs if need be."

"Thanks yous, Miss Stanton!" Tasha said as she headed for the stairs. Mrs. Stanton was following her.

"I heard that the lady, Mrs. Elaine Johnson, that the Snyder twins were accused of raping? She dropped her charges last week."

Tasha turned and looked at Mrs. Stanton, the school board attorney. The realization his Tasha, the twins had been using her for over a week now.

"Yes, that's it darkie," smiled Mrs. Stanton. "Those youngsters were playing you last weekend. A smart attorney would have followed up with the persecutors office!" she laughed as she walked past Tasha and down the stairs.

Tasha was stunned. How come nobody told her? Surely the law office would have been informed. Then she realized that Abbie White, Mandy's twin, would have known and obliviously didn't tell her. Tasha shrugged her shoulders. It really was her fault for not following up with the persecutors. She heard Mrs. Stanton at the bottom of the stairs yell, "Be here tomorrow at the same time to sign the paperwork on the room!"

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Tasha made her way slowly along the sidewalk to her house. Her face was dirty, caked with cum that had mingled with her tears and left dry little rivers running down her soft cheeks. Her anus and vagina were bruised and aching from the pounding the gang of white boys sitting in the back of the bus had given her. Her left hand clutched a wade of money that she had earned on the bus ride home.

Tasha stood outside her front door. The sight of her writhing on back seat of the bus impressed itself indelibly on Tasha's tortured mind, as though she'd been simply a spectator on the bus, watching as the teenagers engage in the same disgusting perversion she herself had been a party to. She tried to rid herself of the terrible image, but it remained as fixed in her thoughts as a fully developed obscene photograph, which she didn't want to look at, but was forced to.

Tasha felt betrayed as she remember the weekend, because of her younger sister Diane, whom she supposed to be such a sensitive, kind sister, had so inexplicably metamorphosed into a lusting, animalistic monster over the weekend, taking her mercilessly as though she were nothing more than a piece of meat hung up for sale in someone's filthy, fly-ridden butcher shop.

The whole weekend experience had shattered Tasha's ego and self-respect almost totally. Her naivety in the ways of Cherish Valley proved to be a disastrous delusion.

And so she slowly opened the front door of the house, her lovely black hair snarled and tangled from the rape on the bus. Her thoughts now, as she walked, were centered strangely enough on only one thing, and that was her mother. Her mother as she had been so long ago when Tasha would come home from school complaining of getting a "B" in humanities class. Her mother, when Tasha had rushed into the house from her first date in tears because the boy had brought her home an hour early. Her mother, as Tasha remembered had always held and comforted her daughter in the warm, loving embrace of her soothing arms.

Tasha's overpowering love for her mother coursed through her almost violently as she suddenly knew that her love for her mother was the only thing remaining to her amid the shattered ruins of her world, and that no matter what happened, she must cling to that love as the only stable thing in her disordered life!

With a cry, she rushed up to the stairs, and flung open her bedroom door, and then stopped with a start, inside.

Tasheka was on the withering on the floor. Tasha noticed she had Jack's under wear on her head with the crotch part covering her nose. Her mother had Diane's pink lacy underwear rolled up into a ball and stuffed into her mouth. Sticking out her mother's ass was a pair of Diane's newly purchased six inch spiked heels, with the heel portion sticking into her asshole. But what got Tasha's attention was that her mother was humping herself with one of Jack's tennis shoes. Both her hands holding the tennis shoe as she furiously rubbed it up and down her vagina.

Tasheka's eyes turned quickly to see her daughter standing in the doorway. She couldn't see very good with her son's underwear partially blocking her view but she knew it was Tasha standing there. Tasheka stopped rubbing the tennis shoe up and down her vagina and threw it across the floor then she pulled Diane's high heel from her asshole and put it aside. As Tasheka stood up she pulled Diane's lacy pink underwear from her mouth and dropped it to the floor and then pulled back Jack's underwear a little ways from her eyes.

"Oh, my God, Tasha what, what happened to you?"

"I should ask you the same question, momma!" Tasha replied as she stood looking at her mother. Tasheka was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling with breath.

Tasheka was suddenly aware of the impression she must be making on her daughter. Tasha was also aware of the impression she must also be making on her mother, her hair a mess and her face streaked with cum. She rushed to her mother with a cry of shame.

"Oh Momma, I'm wicked! You were right, white people are monsters. I don't know how I never saw it growing up. Can you ever forgive me for being so naïve?"

Tasheka opened her arms to her daughter, and Tasha melted into them like she had so many times before.

"Tasha. I, I don't understand, what happened?"

"I can't. I can't talk about it momma."

"You must, dear, you must," Tasheka said soothingly. "You have to get it out of you."

Tasha raised her head to her mother's and saw the concern and love there, and gained the courage to tell her mother what had happened. She described her horrible session on the bus. As she did, Tasheka hugged her daughter tenderly to her breast, her heart going out to her in compassion as she realized that they'd both been the innocent victims of the same, sinister man.

Her hands caressed her child's soft back and shoulders as Tasha moaned out her story, and Tasheka hugged her instinctively, smelling the young, sweet hair and feeling her daughter's firm, round breasts against her own swelling mounds, nipples against nipples. Her own eyes brimmed with sympathetic responsiveness, and she was at a loss to know what exactly to say.

"I'm not fit to serve the white folk," Tasha concluded, tears in her eyes.

"Yes, you are, darling," her mother cooed. "You're the best girl a mother could ever want. Nothing you've done could make you unfit to serve the white folk."

"You, you really mean that, Mother?" Tasha whimpered.

"Tasha, I love you more than anything in the world."

"But I've been so bad, so sinful around the white folk lately."

"I've, I've had to think a lot about sins, dear," Tasheka said ruefully, tenderly kissing the tear stained cheek nearest her, still running her hands over Tasha's soft warm back. "I've had to somehow come to terms with myself, too, you know. I'm, I'm like you said, unworthy of being called a mother. I let you down so badly when you were growing up."

And with the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, Tasheka forced herself to tell Tasha the terrible tale of her experience with white folk, leaving out nothing, desperate to cleanse herself, to confess to her daughter as Tasha had done to her. And when she finished, both mother and daughter were crying, locked in each other's arms as though they were trying to find in each other the answer to their own doubts and fears.

They lay on the bed for a long while, silent and rocking together in mutual love, rebuilding the faith and trust they had had for one another over the years. The minds of both were whirling with private thoughts of guilt and remorse, which only served to cement their common bond further. Finally Tasha was able to stop crying, and she blinked and drew away from her mother just enough to wipe her swollen, red rimmed eyes with the back of her hand.

"M-momma, can I talk to you?" she asked in a soft whisper.

"Of course you can child!" Tasheka said looking at her daughter.

"I mean really talk, momma. I ... I don't think that I've been mature enough before for us to do that, but after what's happened to both of us, maybe we can be closer than just mother and daughter."

Tasheka stared at her lovely daughter, into the other's pain-flecked eyes, and decided the time had come for her to drop all the barriers, be honest and frank. She had no moral righteousness to preach anyway, not after last weekend, and she vowed to open herself up to her daughter completely. In a strange way, all the hurt and fear she had gone through were beginning to turn out for the better, she thought, and as she looked at her daughter, she seemed to feel calmer and more loving than ever before. Unified. In perfect communication now, she and Tasha would find a way together without false barriers or hidden questions.

"Well, I don't feel in any position to give advice. I am just overwhelmed with your willingness to consider me an equal, a friend." She gazed at her daughter's angelic face, so similar to her own.

"No, Momma, no, I must have your advice. I, I'm so confused and miserable. And you've had so many other men."

"Oh no, Tasha you're mistaken! I haven't at all! In fact," Tasheka blushed slightly, at the intimacy of her revelation, "I haven't ever even slept with a man except, except your father and the twin's father."

Tasha's eyes grew wide with amazement, "Mother, you're kidding! Really?"

Tasheka smiled ruefully, "Yes, it's the truth. Oh, I had some friends, some men after your father and I were divorced, but, but I never let it go very far."

"But why?" Tasha asked in disbelief. "That's been a long time! I didn't think it was possible! How could you go so long without being loved?"

Tasheka drew her daughter to her, almost sadly, "I was loved, dear, I was loved by you." She lowered her eyes to Tasha's naked body. "And I guess, I've never admitted it. I guess I was just scared, scared of giving myself after."

"That must have been a pretty bad scene," Tasha said compassionately, becoming aware for the first time of the tremendous burden her mother had carried for so long.

"It was," Tasheka admitted. "It was more than bad. It was hell. Sometimes I almost went mad, crazy. I can see it now, and it was silly. It's all been a terribly neurotic, sinful waste when I think of all those years."

It was Tasha's turn to comfort her mother, and she did so, taking Tasheka's trembling hand and pressing it to her smooth rounded breasts impulsively. "You mustn't think of that, Momma, you mustn't!"

"I can't help it though! Today, Jack, Diane, it's all come back to haunt me. I, I've been without sex so long, I mean real meaningful sex. I just couldn't control myself last weekend. I didn't want, I tried to stop it, but then everything was too strong. I couldn't resist the thought of having a man even if it was my son of being filled up inside again after all those years."

Tasha looked gently at her trembling mother, loving her more at this moment than ever before, feeling infinitely close to her simply because that artificial barrier between parent and child had in one tumultuous weekend been swept forever from between them. She felt she knew her mother better that day than she ever had before, but she knew that there was much, much more to learn.

"Momma, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, dear," Tasheka said, drying her eyes, "anything."

"I don't really know how to put this, but ... well, I couldn't imagine going so long without love ... I mean, well, sex, you know?" Tasha was encouraged by her mother's nod of the head, and went on. "Well, if you never had any men, in all that time, I mean, how did you? You must have gotten very frustrated."

Tasheka smiled almost wearily, hoping her daughter would never experience just how frustrated she'd gotten. She answered her daughter with a simple nod of the head.

"Well," Tasha went on, "what did you do? I mean how did you handle it?"

Tasha watched as her mother's eyes turned away from her, and stared intently at some undefined point on the wall opposite them. She knew her mother was embarrassed by her question, but Tasha had to know. It would bridge that last gap, and make her mother more human to her than anything else could.

"I'll tell you something, Momma," she said quietly, taking the first plunge, "when I used to come home from dates, and I'd been well, petting or necking or something, you know ..." Tasha looked at her mother and saw she was listening, "... sometimes I'd go up to my bedroom and I'd be so, so frustrated, like you must have been, that I, I would play with myself. And it would help, and most of the time I'd cum, too, and it would relax me. And I somehow always felt bad about it, but, but I think now that, that maybe you did that too, huh?"

There was a pause, and then Tasheka heard herself whispering, "I did, I've done it before when I've gotten so hot I had to have relief."

"Did, did you ever use a handle of a hairbrush or something like that?"

"Oh, never anything like, only my fingers," dizzy with her confessions, Tasheka first stared at her hands as if seeing them for the first time, then down at her softly hair covered vagina which had felt their touch so often.

Tasha gazed with an electrifying intensity at the same soft pubic mound where her mother was looking and her breath caught in her lungs. She was unable to take her eyes off her mother's displayed sexuality, where she'd seen her brother's cock slide in and out, from which had spurted his overflowing sperm, and which now in her imaginings she dreamed of fingers whipping back and forth, over and over.

Tasha stared enamored for some unknown, unthinking reason, and though she had seen other nipples and breasts and vaginas of other girls in gym class as she was growing up, she'd never reacted this way before. It was because her mother was her own flesh and blood, and she was instinctively attracted to the womb which had produced her; there, so close that she could touch it, softly protected by the curve of one firm, soft thigh and the slightly puffy cuntal lips. Her own genitals began to tingle in response to her words and thoughts.

"I used to secretly use that yellow hairbrush you gave me for Christmas when I was ten," Tasha murmured in a fevered hush. "Then, when I was older, one of my friends showed me a vibrator, a round, candle-shaped one made of plastic and that ran on batteries. They're cheap, and when I used it, it reminded me of a boy's cock."

Tasheka swallowed hard, agitated by her daughter's immodest talk. Of her own perverted admissions. She had always been so ashamed of having used her fingers to curtail the hunger of her unrequited sex drive, and the thought had never occurred to her to use anything else as a stimulus.

Tasheka's stomach was a thousand butterflies, her breath seemed to grow harder to draw into her lungs, and she realized with a wrenching guilt feeling that as Tasha talked about what she did with that vibrator, her hips were beginning to quiver and her breasts were actually throbbing in response to her own daughter's immoral practices.

"I bought one at the drug store," Tasha droned on, lost in her memories and staring openly at her mother's now trembling vagina. "I'd sit on my bed in my room and read a text for homework, and when the urge would hit me, I'd turn on the little vibrator and run it up and down the crotch of my panties. I'd let it play there, buzzing and tickling like crazy until I couldn't stand it any longer, and then I'd push my panties aside with the tip of it and spread my legs on the bed and slide it up and down my open pussy. When I felt my orgasm nearly there, I'd throw the book aside and use the round, smooth tip of the vibrator tickle my clit and then I'd squeeze my thighs."

"Tasha, don't ..." Tasheka moaned, a deep wetness pervading her responding cunt, and little droplets of unwanted desire began to form on the black pubic hair covering her slowly swelling vaginal lips. She groaned and inwardly fought off her sexual chemistry, clenching her inner thighs together.

Tasheka stammered, "Don't go on like that, child. You're only disturbing yourself."

The girl swung her gaze to her mother's face. "Are we bad for doing that? Tell me, mother, are we wicked to masturbate?"

Tasheka had always considered herself so, but under the necessity to answer her daughter, she realized that the only thing wicked about masturbation was the guilt she had for so long attached to the act.

"No, no Tasha. We're women, with women's drives and needs. We're only human."

Tasha was sitting on the bed, now, and Tasheka focused her loving eyes on the curves of her daughter's lithe young body, its tiny, firm nipples and pear-shaped breasts, and the way her inner thighs were pressed around her vagina. Wisps of black pubic hair peeked from between her closed inner thighs, and as Tasheka looked at her daughter adoringly, she began to regard Tasha not as a child any longer. She was a woman, having had the twins and received pleasure, and there was no use denying the fact that they both had committed the same immoral transgressions of the flesh. Their transgressions seemed to tie them together more closely, closer than just friends, for there were still the filial ties, and things were a little less terrifying for the two of them as together they smiled tentatively at each other.

Tasha looked down and spread her legs. She looked past her tiny hardening nipples and smooth black breasts to her pubic mound, with its thin, pink slit and curly black hair. She placed a tentative finger at her cuntal valley, opening the coral smooth flesh to view.

"You're not revolted by me then?" she asked softly. "You're not just saying this to make me feel better and all the while you're nauseated by the sight of me? You still love me, after all this?"

"More, darling," Tasheka said fervently. "More than you ever know."

Tasheka sat up and then got an idea, and quickly she padded out the bedroom door, down the hallway. She returned with a damp wash cloth. "Here," she said, coming back and sitting on the bed. "Just to show you what I feel, I'll wash you off, just as if you were a baby again, needing changing."

"I'd like that, Momma," Tasha said, and obediently stretched out on the coverlet.

Tasha looked down her body at her mother, and then up along her mother's firm, lithe body which lay stretched out on the bed alongside her, at the rounded beauty of her breasts and buttocks, and the way that her close, hair-covered cunt was tantalizing the smoldering fire in her belly. She stared at her mother's vagina, trembling, unable to stop the lewd thoughts in her head as she saw the black hair-fringed, soft pink lips glint and the hint of her clitoris peeking from its folds. God, my mother has a beautiful cunt. I wonder if she thinks I've got a beautiful one too.

Tasheka smiled at her daughter's face and then looked down past the slender column of Tasha's throat, across her smooth shoulders, down her sides and breasts, down to where her hips swelled from the slimness of her youthful waist. Tasheka drank in the loveliness of her creation, admired her child's naked belly and legs, and then turned her attention to Tasha's velvet-smooth black thighs, which for some reason were now slightly trembling.

"Open your thighs a little more, darling," Tasheka said, and found that her chest was suddenly constricted and her throat tight. An inexplicable sensation tickled Tasheka's stomach, as if she was anticipatorily excited by her daughter's cunt. She couldn't understand it, any more than she had been able to explain any of the other happenings of the last few hours, and could only try to clear her head of the unwanted stimulations. With a soft moaning hiss, Tasha rolled her legs aside, and Tasheka gasped at the enticing sight of her tender, pink vaginal slit with its fleshy lips a reddish color as if swelling with desire.

Tasheka took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and quivering. She raised the washcloth up to her daughter's wet soft vaginal slit and stroked it back and forth.

"Ohhhh," Tasha moaned and spasmed suddenly from the delicious contact.

Although she tried to stop herself from reacting openly to her mother's touches, telling herself that it was wrong, her cunt tingled with every cleansing stroke of the warm, rough-edged cloth.

Tasheka continued to brush her daughter's pubic hair and cunt tenderly with the damp cloth, drying the blonde curls, fluffing them, moving down one soft inner thigh and up the other. Intense stabs of desire radiated through Tasheka, and in half-revulsion, half-captivation, she took the cloth back to the moon-shaped buttocks and the mature long pink valley of her daughter's cunt, and unable to resist, she began once more to stroke Tasha's pubic hair and vaginal lips.

Tasha shuddered and gasped for air, her pulsating legs spread still wider for her mother to touch, one leg bent in the air as Tasha turned and arched her loins forward, as if she was enjoying the lewd contact.

Tasheka could see the hairless, puckered mouth of her anal opening now, and shuddered reflexively. Something perverted, something more wrong and more degenerate than the acts she'd allowed to be done to her body before was beginning to take form in her belly. She was becoming excited by her own daughter! She was actually attracted to the dainty pink flesh and nestling clitoris which had suddenly begun to become erect in the sweetly trembling folds!

Tasha had always considered oral love between women as incredibly abhorrent, and had turned it down the times she had been propositioned in public school and college. But now, as inexorably passionate fingers touched her inflamed pubic lips and hair, and parted the soft, moist crevice to gently stroke the open slit up between her legs, Tasha undulated her hips slightly and felt her pussy secrete more juices of desire. She gazed sideways wide eyed at her mother's vagina beside her, at her enticing pink flesh and the honey dewed, sparkling droplets which Tasheka was unaware of having formed uncontrollably on her own soft skin. Tasha breathed in the musky, female scent, quivered as she fought for control, and then unable to, reached out with one tentative, trembling finger and brushed it over the lower belly and inner thighs, circling the coral edges of her own mother's cunt. Her skin was so soft, so warm and satiny, so good to touch.

"Tasha!" her mother gasped with a groan. "What, what are you doing?" She jerked, her body convulsing from the lancing touch.

It was undeniably pleasurable, and an electric shock rippled through her from her child's softer, lighter feel. She looked with agony at the sensitive pink flesh before her own burning eyes, at the triangle of her child's black pubic curls and taut ruby lips and the way that even more of the delectable young cunt was flowering open as Tasha widened her legs still more.

Tasheka trembled and moaned from the salacious and unwelcome passions convulsing her belly and loins, for her daughter was still moving her fingers around her pussy, stroking like feathers, and Tasheka was unable to stop from arching her buttocks and letting one leg slowly rise and bend in response.

She fought it with all her might. "Stop, Tasha, stop before it's too late. Ohh, Tasha, Tasha, enough, enough, no more!" she begged weakly, wretchedly aware that she couldn't stop the mounting sensuality which had overtaken them. But her pleas died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh and her body pulsed as her mind cried out in fevered rejection.

Tasha was beside herself now, and she extended her middle finger and ran it along the partially open slit of her mother's heated pussy, up and down, entranced by the way it slowly parted and made a slight sucking motion for more. She located the hard nub of her clitoris and tweaked it, rubbing it around and sliding her other fingers in the moistly throbbing mouth of her cunt, her mind a revolving whirlwind of dreams and passions, as if she was fingering herself.

Tasheak rolled her head from side to side, and in a futile gesture of anguish, mewled, "Oh God, Tasha, you've got to stop! This is wrong!"

"Is it, Mother? Why? We love each other, don't we? We let Jack and Diane fuck us! What's so different about that?"

"Yes, but ..."

"If we love each other, and we want each other, then that's when we should enjoy sex. It must be that way. We can let Jack and Diane fuck us whenever, but this special between you and me."

"No, but we're ..." She shuddered, choking, for Tasha had slid her middle finger up inside her throbbing cunt and was teasingly massaging it around and around.

"Love me, Mother," Tasha breathed urgently. "Take me in your arms and love me, for I'd rather be loved by you than by all the white people who want to fuck me."

A tortured gasp erupted from the mother's throat, and unable to control herself any longer, she dipped her head forward and her hot breath blew searing flame into the open, pink well of her daughter's vagina, and her tongue snaked out and made tingling contact with the girl's desire moistened cunt, and she heard her daughter gasp and shiver and cry for more, more!

Tasheka kept telling herself that this was the most horrid of all perversions, and shame made her tighten her vagina against the invading fingers of Tasha's wildly churning hand, but that only caused further lascivious delights to ravage her loins.

Unable to control her inner desires, for Tasheka wanted to love her daughter, and sex was a part of loving, she lashed out with her moist tongue and licked and kissed her daughter everywhere. Tasha in turn parted her thighs and drew her one leg higher and outward so that her mother could have greater access to the seething secret flesh up between her thighs.

Her fingers still madly worming around, Tasha let all thoughts of right and wrong, immorality or depravity sweep away as she clutched the excitedly quivering buttocks of her mother with almost inhuman strength with her hand and tangled her lips and mouth in the curls of her black pubic hair. She licked hot molten paths all the way along the cuntal lips, right down to her mother's tiny puckered anus, then back up again, to where she nipped the quivering clitoris with her soft lips, smelled the beautiful bouquet of female aroma coming from her mother's heated loins, her own pussy aching with the excitement of her oft-repressed, secretly desired longings.

"Ohhhhh," Tasheka moaned in a muffled voice. "Ohhhhhh."

Ripples of vain resistance at what they were doing coursed through her, but all was overridden by the deep inundation of sensuality and passion. I can't do it to Tasha, not my own daughter. Her head oscillated slavishly as she abandoned herself to lesbianism, to incestual lesbianism. Her body heaved and pumped against her teenage daughter's mouth, her thighs widening as she drew Tasha's wetly glistening cunt closer into her face. Her mind swirled in the ambivalence of wanting and yet not wanting this lewd, incestuous carnality to stop.

What's possessed me, possessed us both? Her confused, sex-starved mind queried. I'm on fire, ohhh, this is wrong, oohhhh, but good. The forces exerted on her flesh and her mind was too overwhelming to allow her to answer her own questions.

After all the pain and suffering she had gone through over the last several weeks, starting with the insidious humiliation at the college and culminating in the shame in that bar where her son Jack had fucked her. Her brain was more than willing to simply give up and allow passion and delight and total abandonment to her private desires dominate her actions.

Tasheka's head moved her mouth along her daughter's smooth, passion moist slit, orally fucking Tasha harder and faster, sliding her hot, wet tongue far along her daughter's throbbing, black hair fringed cunt and reveling in the unintelligible whimpering Tasha made as she in turn swirled and flicked her lips and tongue around her mother's velvet soft folds of pulsating moist pussy flesh. She brought her hands around Tasha's hips, pushing her thighs up until the youngster's saliva-drenched vagina was pressed tight and draped around her wetly slavering cheeks, and Tasheka spread her legs wide so that her daughter could cup her soft, black buttocks and thrust her tongue deep, deep into the searing liquid depths of her open loins.

Tasheka and Tasha didn't hear the soft, surreptitious entrance of the two shadowed figures who slipped quietly into the dim room. The two stood transfixed in utter, obscene awe at the lascivious sight before them.

Diane sucked in her breath. "Fuck me! You said that they'd both be here when you saw the lights, bro, but I never ..."

"Shut up," hissed her fevered brother.

Both kids were astounded at seeing their mom and older sister caught in the sexual fury of lesbianism. They stared incredulously, for not even in their most debauched imaginations had they ever dreamed that their mother and sister would willingly sexually satisfy each other with made being made to do it. But here they were spread like a picnic before them!

The sight of mother and daughter simultaneously absorbed in their writhing, undulating sucking of each other's cunts, at the black pussy-hair and pink vaginal flesh and the way they both greedily clung with lips and mouths, licking and sliding their tongues wetly from their respectively hardened clitorises to the tender pink buds of their anuses, blew the twins mind.

The twins watched their mother and older sister obscenely bucked and spasmed their way to orgasm, heard the mewls and muffled moans of rapture, and then the sight of the lesbian, incestual orgy brought their own boiling passions to a crest.

The twins stood unnoticed in the doorway, their mouths open and almost drooling from the salacious sight before them. Jack had figured both Tasha and mom would get together at the house, and he'd had no trouble convincing Diane to come with him after school to humiliate either their mother or sister or preferably both into games of sex. But neither had been prepared for the lewd display of uncontrolled sexual lust that was being performed right in front of them. Quickly, Jack moved to a small pile of blankets lying in the corner of the bedroom, and unobtrusively spread two of them onto the floor. Amazingly, neither of the writhing, passion crazed women on the bed heard or noticed him, so preoccupied were they with the forbidden pleasures of each other's wetly seeping cunts.

Then, with an easy motion, Jack peeled off his shirt, and dropped his pants, motioned Diane to do the same. With a grin, and hardly needing to be urged, Diane complied as she pulled her dildo out of her backpack and strapped the dildo around her waist. Two excited teens stood side by side, their hotly aroused cocks, one plastic, one real, jutting lewdly out in front of them, ready for action.

Diane began to stroke her massive strap-on lightly, while she watched her mother and older sister on the bed.

"Ohhhhh, I want momma," she moaned, rocking on her heels. "Ohhhhh, I want those hot wild nigger lips of hers on my strap-on again!"

Jack flashed his sister a look, his eyes twin beacons of lust. He chuckled lewdly. "Take momma then. Me, I'm going to take Tashie and I'm going to take her a way she's never let me fuck her before! But she's got no choice this time! I'm going to fuck her in the ass!"

The twins couldn't wait any longer, and began to advance cautiously towards the straining' undulating female bodies on the bed in front of them.

Tasheka writhed and moaned on the bed from the delectable firebrand lickings of her moistly hot furrow, the gentle probing of her daughter's tongue and fingers in her sensitive vagina and anus. The feverish passion she had allowed to completely engulf her she returned double fold, driving her tongue into the hotly clasping channel of Tasha's cunt.

Tasha strained her loins into her mother's mouth with all her strength. She mewled incoherently and wound her warm smooth thighs around the tongue which was being thrust so rapaciously into her. The velvet smooth lining of her vagina clasped obscenely back at her mother's mouth, squeezing her tongue tightly until she thought she would go insane. She was insane, with a madness of total surrender to the lure of the flesh. Her mind reveled in wickedness and she screwed her buttocks up tight against her mother's face and her soft, hair covered skin and tiny naked anus was sending uninterrupted delights surging through her body.

Then, suddenly, Tasheka felt a pair of strong female hands close tightly around her painfully hardened nipples, beginning to massage them with insistent forcefulness. Her mind thought at first that they were Tasha's hands, but then she realized that they were soft white hands. Looking up, she gasped as she found herself staring into the lust contorted face of the grinning Diane.

"Well, what do we have here?" Diane smiled down at her mother and sister. "Two niggers in love!"

Tasheka wrenched herself away from her back on the bed, moaning in utter mortification that she had seen her and Tasha like this, shamelessly cavorting in lesbian ecstasy. Then she realized with a start that Diane was not alone, and she recognized the naked form of her son Jack bent over the suddenly inert body of Tasha.

"That's right, nigger" her son laughed at his mother. "You're going to suck Diane's plastic cock, and I'm going to fuck Tashie like she's never been fucked before! I'm going to fuck her in the ass!"

Tasheka felt sick inside, at the thought of again taking her daughter's thick shaft of plastic dildo into her mouth, and she could almost taste the lewd residue of Tasha's cum on the dildo. But even more she was terrified for her daughter, of what Jack was going to do to her.

"Can you take that?" Tasheka asked looking at Tasha.

"Don't worry, Momma ... I can take it ..." Tasha said bravely, secretly feeling a twinge of excitement through her already aroused loins at the prospect of this novel experience with her brother. And she leaned slowly over to her mother, once again grazing against her openly displayed cunt lips as if in affirmation of that bond between them.

"That's right, Tashie, suck our nigger mother off, while I get you ready for the greatest fuck of your life!" Jack said from behind her, and maneuvered Tasha's body up over her mother's, who Diane pushed down on her back on the blankets.

Tasha knelt over her mother's black quivering loins, her own naked ass cheeks salaciously displayed to her brother's lustful gaze. Then, suddenly, she felt an alien finger probing the tightly puckered opening which her mother had so beautifully kissed a moment ago. Jack's middle finger prodded cruelly, making her wince and jerk forward a bit as he burrowed into her defenseless anus. Then suddenly his finger entered and it didn't hurt her the way she'd anticipated it would, but instead sent a new, surprising pleasure expelling through her loins.

Jack moved his finger around in the tight but expanding hole, worming it lewdly in and out, ever widening her tiny rectum. Tasha found herself wiggling her hips back against it, her mouth dipping at the same time into her mother's cunt in front of her.

Tasheka had, when pushed down, come to a semi-squatting position, her legs wide and her thighs spread so that she was sprawled with her pussy just under her daughter's mouth, and she propped herself up on her elbows, her head swimming, her loins stretched for all to see and lust after. She was too dazed, too horrified too controlled by the forces of her unspent sex to fight off the unfolding events. All she could do was moan involuntarily as her son parted Tasha's trembling black buttocks and levered his middle finger into her tight virginal asshole, and then Tasha was lowering her face to her openly palpitating cunt, and her daughter began to tongue the moist pink slit again, sending out acute tingling shooting wildly through her, and her earlier cries were one long, abandoned moan as Tasha lashed with her tongue and hotly teased her excitedly jumping clitoris.

Tasheka could only writhe and churn helplessly with the delicious and lewd sucking in her vagina, for despite the abhorrence her mind and spirit had for this partnership in family orgy, she couldn't stop herself from loving the warm kissing of her daughter, and she moved up on the bed again to a better position, giving Tasha greater access to her openly flowered genitals.

"Mmmmmm!" Tasha moaned, slavering delightedly in the wetly seating cunt of her mother. She felt Jack remove his finger, the rubbery skin of her anus clinging softly to it, and then she quivered with anticipation, drawing her knees wider apart so that she could present him with the wider stretched mounds of her buttocks.

And then Tasha felt her brother move closer and blow hotly in between her thighs, teasing her with lewd anticipatory breaths against her tight, hairless anal muscle, driving her wild, then he pressed the smooth, rubbery tip of his cock into the tiny hairless channel, Tasha felt his foreskin being stretched back against his long, thick shaft of flesh as it slowly wormed its way up into her rectum, past the tiny barrier of tightly clutching muscle.

"Agggg!" Tasha screamed. "It hurts! You're too big! God Almighty, Jack, you're too big!"

"Push back and shut up, you little black bitch!" the teen commanded harshly as he slapped her left ass cheek.

"God, I'm helpless! I can't move!" Tasha could barely think, but she knew that everywhere was pain and more pain, so she pushed back in hopes of alleviating some of the bursting pressure in her rectum. He was much too huge inside her, widening her buttocks until she thought she would split down the middle, right down her spinal column! The lust-hardened penis surged right up into her warm, rubbery depths, and finally all the way until she was sure it was lodged all the way up in her throat.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh," she gasped.

Jack's own masochistic joy was almost unbearable as he watched his long, thick cock skewering lewdly up between the soft black moons of her buttocks, the pink edges wet with its own secretions. "Yeah bitch! Your black ass belongs to me!" Jack laughed as he grabbed Tasha's hips and pushed.

Diane was momentarily entranced by the lascivious sight of her older sister on her hands and knees, her small anus wrapped tightly around Jack's cock with several inches of it engorged in her rectum, her head and black hair a mass of wild entanglement as she wildly licked her own mother's cunt spread wide on the blanket before her.

Tasheka was totally absorbed in fascinated agony by the sight of her fifteen year old son sodomizing his older sister on and on, and as she stared in subservient anguish at the lickings of her defenselessly widespread genitals, she was staggered by the forbidden pleasures she felt.

Tasha was moaning her muffled cries of pain in a tone which left little doubt that she was beginning to enjoy it! Her hips were moving backwards of their own volition, meeting Jack's hard-thrusting penis willingly now. Tasheka continued to watch her humiliated daughter undulate her buttocks in tiny lewd circles, and it was too much for her not to find it all horribly delightful and weird thoughts grew in her mind, swamping her flesh and driving away the last vestiges of restraint.

Fear, self-guilt, hatreds, they were all replaced by desire, desire that made her belly churn and stimulating waves of excitement pour over her, and her passions overflowed all bounds as she twisted in the evil grip of her sexual agony, writhing and arching so as not to break with the open mouth glued hotly to her ravaged cunt, while Tasha's flicking tongue played wantonly over her clitoris and vagina.

"Ahhhhh!" Tasha groaned with each inch of throbbing male flesh was forced into her hot rubbery rear passage from behind.

"Aggghh!" she screamed as she thought how beautiful, how wonderful the pain was. I'm being punished! Yes! I'm being punished the only way a nigger can be! She ground her buttocks back and the huge penis burrowed its relentless way right up into her stretched rectum. There! All the way! She could feel her brother's pubic hair against her black, fleshy, buttocks and she knew that she'd taken all of his cock in her anus.

Oh God! It's so wonderfully terrible! The blunt intrusion of his thickly swollen cock vibrated through every sinew of her, and the soft spongy flesh of her widely stretched anal passage was excruciating in the pleasure-pain that filled her ceaselessly. Tasha took one hand away from her mother's wide splayed thighs' hungry for more, and pressed it into the throbbing black mass of her own pubic hair and thrust her middle finger far up into the opened wet slit of her cunt, feeling Jack's sperm filled balls batter the back of her hand; she groaned with her breath caught in her throat at the added sensation, feeling his massive cock through the thin wall separating her vagina and rectum.

Tasha slipped her finger in and out of her aching pussy as she raised and lowered her hips the fire in her loins increasing and her cunt demanding more than just one finger. She inserted two, and then three, cramming them up into her seething wet vagina in rhythm with the huge' lust-engorged penis that was fucking her tortured anus relentlessly.

Tasheka's daughter was delirious with delight. She was finger fucking herself while her brother's wonderful cock drove with animalistic fire hard up between her cruelly split ass cheeks, and she was completely and hopelessly impaled, her breasts throbbing like his lewdly slapping balls. She moved her head from between her mother's open thighs for an instant, looking down between her obscenely dancing breasts and beyond her belly to where her fingers were absorbed deep in her hungrily sucking cunt, and then Tasha swept downward again, flicking her tongue several times against her mother's clitoris, then downward still more to the joyfully offered opening of her hair covered vagina, plunging far enough in to feel the rippled walls of hot flesh which had once been stretched with herself when she was born, and she taunted the satin-smooth valley down between her mother's black thighs with salacious delight. Oh ... this is wonderful ... the taste of my mother's cunt, I love it! I love her!

Tasheka chanted with her mind out of control now. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" but while her sane mind rebelled at being sucked by her daughter while watching Tasha being fucked in the ass by her younger brother, she couldn't even consider stopping the loving caresses and warm kisses. Her cunt flowered open wider and wider and her hotly seeping moisture increased with each further second that her daughter's voraciously sucking lips moved around, in and up her vaginal orifice, and warm trickles of saliva and female moisture ran unhindered down her softly quivering thighs as she ground her hips upwards into Tasha's madly slavering mouth. She had never known anything so soft and wonderful in her life! Her body, lithe and firm and warmly pink with blood pumping desire, shook from the assault on her senses and genitals; she had lain dormant too long, and the shock of sexual abandonment from last weekend and the acceptance of her daughter as her lover forever ruptured her past. Gone were the frustrated days that now seemed so unreal and far away?

Diane could no longer take the lust-inciting scene of Tasha sucking their mother's cunt while Jack fucked Tasha demonically from the rear. She straddled her mother, making Tasheka balance herself by placing her hands behind her and almost sitting up, her thighs split wide and her legs bent for more of her daughter's lewd sucking.

"Come here nigger mommy!" Diane sneered as she placed her hand behind her mother's head and pushed her toward her strap-on dildo, rubbing it around her lips.

At first Tasheka mumbled in refusal and tried to shake away, but Diane held her so tightly she couldn't move, and then with her other hand she squeezed her mother's chin forcing her mouth open; Tasheka clenched her teeth, but Diane wasn't to be denied, and increasing the pressure and arching her buttocks, she crushed her thick plastic cock against the soft, moist lips and into the warm wet cavern of her mother's hollowing cheeks.

"That's it my little black girl, suck me!" Diane hissed. "My nigger momma likes it when a white girls tells what to do!"

Tasheka closed her eyes, feeling numb and in a dazed trance. Diane's hands held her in a vise-like grip, and she started sliding her demanding plastic cock slowly in and out; Tasheka could feel its plastic cock-head along the ridges of the roof of her mouth, and the long ridge running beneath the length of the plastic shaft as it slipped along her tongue. She heard her teen daughter command harshly:

"Suck, you damned nigger bitch! Suck hard!" Diane yelled as she looked down on her mother.

Tasheka did, her lips slowly beginning to nibble at the thick thrusting plastic penis, and though she coughed and sputtered at first, she accustomed herself to her daughter's perverted invasion, and tried not to think of what she was doing. The hanging testicles of these new strap-ons bounced against her chin, and her nostrils filled with the flavor of her daughter's musky vagina. Tasheka's saliva grew in her mouth as her daughter forced the plastic cock in and out of her mouth.

Diane put her left hand behind her mother's head and raised her right hand and slapped her mother's face, "Stupid niggers like you momma, need a good slapping, now suck damn it!"

Tasheka could tell that Diane was jerking her hips and straining her loins against her mouth, and her white slender fingers were curled tightly in her hair, forcing her obscenely bobbing mouth up over the full length of the strap-on.

Diane's plastic penis stretched her mother's mouth until there wasn't any room left in her mouth, but instead of feeling repulsion and sickness' Tasheka was enjoying sucking her teen daughter's plastic cock which had the smell and taste of Tasha's anus on it from the last time she fucked her older sister. The foaming passions which had been re-awakened and expressed in new, wondrous fashions, were now boiling out of control, and she allowed her mind to sink still further into the cauldron of her lusts.

On her own, Tasheka raised a hand her balance kept by Diane's clutching hands on her, and brought it around and up her legs to the soft, resilient skin of her daughter's vagina. Tasheka crooned mutely as she sucked the strap-on while tenderly massaging Diane's skin between her vagina and her asshole. Tasheka flicked her tongue across the plastic cock-head, opening her throat wider to accept still more of Diane's pumping wet plastic penis, rolling it around in her butter soft interior, making her young daughter cry out with pure delight as she stood above her mother watching.

"That's better Momma. See Jack, niggers can be taught new tricks!"

Tasheka never dreamed of what she'd been missing all these years! So good! Oh, Christ, she'd been a fool for so long! As a nigger, this was where she belonged.

Tasha's hand was still back between her open legs, three fingers buried deep in the hot, soaking passage of her cunt as she bucked and jerked against Jack's pummeling cock, striving for release. Her body was on fire with passion, for never could she recall being this excited!

Tasha looked up to watch her mother's soft, oval mouth clasped greedily at Diane's plastic penis, her thin, tensile rim of lips clinging to it as though held there by some unseen clamp. She could see thick, white slobber dripping from the corners of her mother's mouth and running in tiny lines down her chin, for her mother was reveling in the cruel humiliation that Diane was subjecting her to, a masochistic light shining strangely in her glazed eyes.

Tasheka's beautiful daughter heaved herself with increased fury up and down on her brother's powerful rod, her hips undulating madly, her left hand streaking in through the hair lined lips of her young cuntal slit, both of her rear orifices flowering to the delicious rape of mind and body. Tasha buried her face deep in the black curl covered vagina of her mother once again, sucking and licking frantically on the fleshy protuberances of pink cunt glistening there, her thick wet tongue voraciously drawing every drop of her mother's joyously secreting juices in lewd delight, her tender but voluptuous body matching the rhythms of her younger brother and sister.

For long, frozen moments the naked family remained that way, each straining every fiber and nerve of their beings for their orgasms, their only sounds grunts, mewls, and sighs of billowing desire, and the slapping of slippery, passion-slick flesh. It seemed as if they would go on forever, striving for but never quite achieving their releases.

Then, strangled noises forced their way from Diane's tortured clit, the strap-on rubbing up and down on it each time her mother pumped it with her mouth. She knew that she would be the one to start the chain of orgasms. A moment now, a moment, now! Diane writhed her hips furiously and watched her mother's lovely face work, her lips sucking, her fever pitched clit soaring, her body straining with the needles of her climax. Diane shoved the plastic cock still harder down her mother's throat.

Tasheka thrust her loins up at her daughter's superbly licking mouth which was still buffeting her vaginal passage, every muscle in her body contracting wildly as she rose up involuntarily and nearly fainted from the attack of her contraction. Tasheka's cunt opened and clenched like an angry fist around Tasha's tongue, her buttocks flexing to rock-hardness as her orgasm hit.

She gurgled and wailed an unintelligible scream as the power of her body unleashed from deep in her chest at this moment she had been craving for. There was no time, no space, no motion, only the unbelievable pleasure of her climax, and she was struck again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle in her body.

And as she came, so did her Brother Jack. He threw back his head and groaned as he thrust his cock's full expanded length into his sister's wide-stretched anus, his body beginning to jerk convulsively as he clawed at Tasha's waist with harsh, clutching fingers, pulling her buttocks even wider apart for his penis to skewer yet another fraction of an inch into her. He felt his boiling semen massing within his throbbing balls as they beat a tattoo against Tasha's beautifully naked black ass. And the explosion imminent, he slammed his now spewing cock all the way to its hilt in her softly unresisting rectum.

To Tasha, this was a heaven sent miracle, a well to quell the maddening devils rampaging deep within the core of her womanhood. She cared not who it was, only that his cock was finding refuge in her starving belly, and she wanted it to crawl in there and stay forever. She licked and sucked shamelessly at her mother's delectable cunt before her, and heard her mouth cry out and the other groan gutturally and yell mindlessly, but it was all in the faint background of her mind; her younger brother was hammering her with rapid, pile driving thrusts and her fingers were reaching her very womb, and she licked and sucked wildly.

"Oh fuck, don't stop now. I want to cum so badly. I want to cuummmmmmm!" Tasha cried out.

And then she felt the stream of hot seed spurting into her rectum, spurting far up in her belly with violent force, ricocheting against her smooth rubbery anal passage, its steaming heat finally setting off her own, long due climax. She was there! At last!

Tasha screamed, and screamed again and again, her release was that great. She heaved her nakedly jerking buttocks back toward the humping brother's penis as it continued to empty into her anus with unbelievable force, her thighs trembling and her stomach quaking as if someone were pressing against it with giant pressures, her brain reeling insanely with the sensual reaction traversing her spine. She fell forward at last, Jack's limp cock sliding from her tortured rectum slickly, and she cradled herself with sighing satisfaction in her mother's naked arms, and let her lips close softly over one of her nipples.

Tasha sucked the nipple as grayness closed over her, feeling the contentment of a baby after milk.

It took some time for the four naked people to stir. They huddled on the blanket, exhausted and unmoving, resting and re-gathering strength after the wild orgiastic fucking they had just participated in. Semen, perspiration and female cum mingled and glistened on their shining bodies and on the dampened blanket beneath them, the air seeming to crackle with the lewd emotions and desires that had been unleashed.

Diane was the first to move. She crawled over to where her twin brother lay, completely spent from her sexual exertions. Diane grinned at him as though they shared some kind of secret.

"How you feel, Jack?"

Jack looked at his sister, and chuckled, "Well, it was good for appetizers, but I'm ready to start on the main nigger course now."

"That's what I was thinking," Diane agreed, and they both turned to leer at the huddled bodies of the two naked women they had just so completely subjugated.

Tasheka stared at her teen son and daughter unbelievingly, and held Tasha tighter to her breast. But then she saw the smile of happiness radiating from her daughter's face, a smile intended only for her, a smile that said more than a thousand words could convey. And the warmth of that smile dissolved in an instant all the shame and remorse, the guilt and inhibitions which had fettered her for so long; and as she returned Tasha's loving gaze, Tasheka knew instinctively that, no matter what happened to them now, their future was going to be a future together, a future with and for one another, a future that promised humiliating sex for both.

Strengthened by this realization, mother and daughter turned bravely as one, to face the twins who had already begun to advance on them once again.

Board of Elders

Tasheka was led into a small waiting room by the white woman. The middle aged woman looked Tasheka up and down and smiled at her. Tasheka was wearing a short denim skirt, a denim vest with no bra or shirt and sandals. She had on bright red lipstick that advertised she was available for cock sucking.

"Ten dollars for ten minutes between my legs," the woman smiled at Tasheka.

Tasheka was nervous as she entered the small room but turned around and looked at the woman and replied, "Ten dollars for five minutes."

"Done!" the woman was still smiling as she shut door, "I'll be waiting for you after your meeting."

Tasheka had no idea was she was called before the Board of Elders. Nobody was ever called before the board, especially black people. She had heard rumors at the college that the Board wanted to bring back the Black White laws.

As Tasheka sat down on the only chair in the small room she thought back on the black sexual history. As a professor of Black History, Tasheka, thought about the Jim Crow laws of twentieth century and Black White laws of the twenty-first century. The best known were the Black White laws or the BW as it was widely known. BW was the name of the racial sex system which operated throughout what was known as the United States in the twenty-first century. BW was more than a series of rigid black sex laws. It was a way of life for the blacks. Under BW, blacks were relegated to the status of sexual playthings to be bought and sold for the day or the weekend. Blacks could sexually sell themselves at the auction to white people. Whole families could auction themselves for sex to highest bidder. BW represented the legitimization of black sexual racism. All Christian ministers and theologians throughout the land taught that whites were the Chosen people. Blacks were to be cursed as sexual servants descended from the Bonobo monkey in the darkest parts of the Dark Continent.

In the twenty-first century white craniologists, eugenicists, phrenologists, and Darwinists, at every educational level from kindergarten to graduate school, buttressed the belief that blacks were innately intellectually, culturally, and sexually inferior to whites. Politicians gave eloquent speeches on the great danger of sexual integration: giving blacks the same sexual status as whites. Newspaper and magazine writers of the day routinely referred to blacks as niggers, coons, and darkies which were unheard of in the late twentieth century. But even worse, their articles reinforced black sexual stereotypes. All major societal and governmental institutions of the twenty-first century reflected and supported the sexual exploitation of blacks. Even children's games portrayed blacks of all ages as sexually inferior beings.

Tasheka thought back to her black history studies in college when she was studying popular black sexual games that were on the market in the late twenty-first century. Games back then reflected sexual attitudes ranging from the benign to the aggressively violent. Although some of the games of the period stereotyped blacks as comical entertainers, many revealed an intense white sexual hostility towards blacks. This sexual hostility was legitimated, even celebrated, by making it appear as if the blacks depicted in the game enjoyed being sexualized. Many target games of the period portrayed the black targets as smiling broadly. The unspoken of message of each game was that blacks felt no pain. Therefore white players could indulge in and enjoy aggressive sexual assaults on black of all ages because no real pain was inflicted.

A popular carnival game of the time was called "Spunk the Coon" in which a young black girl or a mature black woman would stick her head through a canvas curtain that depicted a vagina, and attempt not to get covered in jizm as the white male masturbated on her face. Black girls as young as three all the way up to black women in their forties were recruited when the carnival came to town. Money was good for those black females who volunteered for the game.

The target games found in traveling carnival shows, seashore resorts and fairgrounds throughout the nation were among the most sexually aggressive of all popular games. One popular carnival game which featured names like "Dump the Nigger," or "Coon Dip," or "Drop the Black Turd" did not require directly hitting a black person, but hitting the target device attached to a delicately balanced plank upon which a black person sat. The target, if hit squarely caused the sitter to be dumped into the tank below. The tank though was filled with pee and poop from the waste treatment plant of community in which the carnival had set up. It was amusing to the white people observing the game to see black's young and old, male or female, being dropped into the tank and pieces of poop flying up out of the water.

The Black White system of the twenty-first century was undergirded by the following beliefs or rationalizations: Whites were sexually superior to blacks; Whites were intellectually superior to blacks in all important ways, including intelligence, morality, and civilized behavior. Humiliating sex must be used to keep blacks at the bottom of the racial hierarchy.

Tasheka was woken out of memories by the white secretary who tapped her on the shoulder.

"They will see you now," she said simply and walked away, the woman looked over her shoulder, "My cunt is anxiously awaiting your tongue!"

Tasheka looked at the white woman as she walked away. The woman was wearing a short denim skirt that almost revealed her ass cheeks. She had on five inch black spiked heels and a pink t-shirt. Denim shorts and pink t-shirts were almost becoming the dress code of women in Cherish Valley.

Tasheka walked into the chambers of the Board of Elders. Tried to remember what little she knew of the board. The board controlled everything in Cherish Valley. She knew there were nine elders on the board that decided everything of importance within the Valley.

Nine old men sat in semi-circle in the room. The elders sat behind a mahogany bench about ten feet high. As she walked into the room she quickly noticed a set of foot prints in the middle of the room and she figured that is where she should stand.

The nine old men were staring down at her. Tasheka looked around her. She saw young white boys and girls in various states of undress lounging around the room on sofas, love seats and day beds. Out of a side door came two mature black women wearing sling shot bikinis, their breasts jiggling under the thin material of the bikini. Both women were carrying trays of milk and cookies for the kids.

"Do you know why you are here?" asked the elder sitting in the middle of the bench.

"No suh," replied Tasheka as she gulped hard. She didn't know if she should talk black or white.

"Are you a nigger?" asked the elder on the right side of the bench. The boys and girls twittered when the old man asked that.

"Yes suh," Tasheka replied as she glanced at the two black women wearing the sling shot bikinis. Both women, staring at Tasheka, had smiles on their faces. As one of the black women bent down to serve a white boy the tray of cookies and milk the youngster, who looked to be seven or eight years old, put his hand on the woman's left ass cheek and patted it.

"Yes, Mrs. Roberts, even white kids are superior to blacks." The elder on the far right side of the bench smirked.

"Do you know what the board does, Mrs. Roberts?" asked the elder in the middle of the bench.

Tasheka realized that they were using her "white" name. "No suh," she replied.

An elder on the left side of the bench said, "The Board of Elders serves in maintaining true white Christian doctrine and practice, as set forth in Article II of the Cherish Valley by-laws."

Tasheka looked at the elder but didn't say anything. She wondered what they wanted.

"What we want to do Mrs. Roberts is bring back Black White laws but with our own interpretation. You come highly recommended. We want you to set this up," the elder in the middle of the bench said as he stared at Tasheka.

"BW laws, suh?" Tasheka asked with confusion on her face. She felt uncomfortable standing in front of the nine white men staring at her.

"She's not the intelligent nigger we were told she was," said an elder who sat to the right of the middle of the elder.

"Yes, Mrs. Roberts, those BW laws," the middle elder smiled.

"Yes, suh," Tasheka replied.

"We are not interested in the Jim Crow laws of the twentieth century." Another elderly board said.

"Yes suh," Tasheka said as she looked at the nine old men.

The elder continued, "When most white people think of Jim Crow they think of laws which excluded the darkies from public transport and facilities, juries, jobs, and neighborhoods. We are not interested in that. What we are interested in Mrs. Roberts is sex like the BW laws allowed in the twenty-first century."

"Yes suh, eyes understant," Tasheka replied as she remembered that the passage of the 13th, 14th, and 15th Amendments to the old outdated Constitution had granted blacks the same legal protections as whites. In the mid twenty-first century those Amendments were removed with the passage of the 40TH, 41ST and 42 Amendments. Those three Amendments set up the Black White laws of black sexual humiliation. With the wars of the early twenty-second century and the second civil war of the twenty-first century the old Constitution was done away with. Blacks were given equal treatment again with whites. Now the board wanted to bring back Black White laws and they wanted her help.

"As you know the Board of Elders is the chief government institution of Cherish Valley. As such we can create whatever we want. We are going to create a Ministry of Black Humiliation," the middle seated elder smiled down at Tasheka.

Tasheka was still confused.

"We want you to head up this Ministry," the elder seated at the end of the bench on the far left added.

Tasheka's clit jump and her adrenaline pumped and her heart rate kicked up.

"We heard good things about you Mrs. Roberts, such as, that you a good nigger, a cooperative nigger, and the type of nigger who is willing to exploit her own race for her own ends."

"Thanks yous suh!" Tasheka said, "What am I supposed to do wit dis Ministry?"

"We want you to reign in the haphazard humiliation of your niggers in Cherish Valley. Bring the sexual exploitation of blacks under this new Ministry. We want you to create the laws, rules and regulations where it concerns black sexual humiliation. We want you to be responsible for the humiliation of your black race within Cherish Valley. We of course will approve those laws, rules and regulations."

"Yes suh!" Tasheka was excited at the prospect of starting a new career. Then a thought occurred to her. "'cuse me suh. But what do we call dees new laws."

"You come up with the name, Mrs. Roberts. The name should be simple and easy to remember."

Tasheka nodded her head. The name of the new laws she was to create for these white men came to her.

"This new Ministry will report directly to us and nobody else," another elder said who was seated a couple seats down on the right of the bench.

"Yes suh!" Tasheka smiled and relaxed a little bit.

"Additionally, this Ministry will be responsible for the education of niggers ten years old and younger."

"Suh?" Tasheka asked the elder in confusion.

"It is the widely held belief of our white educational scientist's that niggers need not be too educated. That all darkies with a fifth grade education are more subservient and complacent with regards to humiliating sex."

"Yes suh," Tasheka replied.

The elder continued, "The Ministry will also be responsible the sexual training of all blacks of all ages."

"Any age limit, suh?" Tasheka asked. Tasheka had seen black kids as young as three being sexually exploited by the white folks.

"That is correct Mrs. Roberts, from a new born black turd to an old nigger in a wheel chair."

Tasheka nodded her head.

"The Ministry will be responsible for the sexual services of all blacks within Cherish Valley. I think that is known as "pimping'? Do you understand, Mrs. Roberts?"

"Yes suh, eyes would be responsible for pimping out the black population of Cherish Valley." Tasheka said as she fidgeted with hands in front of her.

"Very good, Mrs. Roberts," smiled the elder. "Your Ministry is responsible for the collection of monies for sexual exploitation of blacks. Twenty percent of that money is to be paid to us, ten percent of the money is to be paid to the Valley government and the other seventy percent is to be used anyway you determine."

"Yes suh!" Tasheka replied nodding her head.

"The Ministry of Black Humiliation will have the responsibility for staffing paid positions within the Ministry. You shall recommend salaries and duties to us, and we shall review their sexual performance annually in this room. You have the authority to take any action necessary to see that their responsibilities are accomplished to our satisfaction."

"Yes suh!" Tasheka smiled.

"Remember, you are still a nigger and as such you are still expected to partake in your sexual humiliation." The elder in the middle of the bench smiled.

"Be here next month to set up the Ministry. Figure out who you will staff the Ministry with and most importantly, be ready to submit new black sexual humiliation laws and regulations." One of the elders said as he waved Tasheka away.

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Tasheka got into car and took a deep breath. She had been plucked from the college to run a ministry for the Board. Tasheka didn't catch it at the time but she remembered that the elder sitting in the middle had said, "You come highly recommended." Tasheka wondered who had recommended her. Well it didn't matter now because she had accepted the job. She would exploit her race for the sexual gratification of the white folk and make money that could bring wealth to the black community.

Tasheka licked her lips again. The taste and smell of the pussy she had licked ten minutes ago was still on her mouth. She had to hurry home and meet with the kids to tell them the good news. Tasheka knew that life at home wouldn't change and that was ok with her but she wouldn't have to work at the college anymore, unless, she rented herself to them for some function.

Tasheka pulled into her driveway. The neighborhood kids were running up and down the street playing. 'Yes,' she thought. 'This was only going to get better.'