Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2012 13:16:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Black and White (lesbian/adult you/interracial, oral, anal, g/gF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Black and White By Jan My story started long before I was born. The town my family lived in was segregated almost from the day it was founded. The blacks all lived south of the railroad tracks, and the whites lived north of the tracks. Under the Eisenhower administration the laws about separate but equal were declared unconstitutional, but in fact homeowners' refusal to rent or sell to blacks in the white communities continued for another decade. My parents were working class Irish and English that barely managed to scrap together the down payment on a fifty-year-old house just a couple of blocks north of the tracks. They never dreamed that the demographics of the neighborhood would change. In the mid sixties the practice of discriminating against minorities was declared unconstitutional again. There were groups that actually made the down payments on homes to move black families into homes north of the tracks. It did not matter if the families could afford to make the payment on the mortgages. The mere fact that blacks were living in their areas caused the whites to put their home on the market, starting a white flight panic. Property values plummeted, within ten years all of the flat land north of the tracks was almost all black. My parents could not afford to sell their home to move out of the area, so they continued to live in our house as all of their neighbors sold to blacks. When the town had been incorporated they built two high schools, one on either side of the tracks. Because most of the whites on the north were from Eastern Europe at the time they chose to give their school the mascot of 'Tar Tars' (A nomadic tribal people from the steppes of Russia.) When the school became predominantly black they changed the mascot to 'Tar Babies.' I grew up with all black neighbors to play with. Some of the children resented having a strawberry blonde with green eyes and freckles living in the neighborhood, but some of them befriended me regardless of my color. The woman that lived next door was named Wilma, and she had a daughter my age. She had expressed to my mother several times about not having good luck with men. She was drawn to the bad boys that used and abused her, but she could leave them alone. There was never a man living next door for more than a few months before she kicked their butts out. Her daughter was named Juliette. She was definitely not a mixed race child, because she was very dark skinned, nappy haired, dark eyes, wide nose with large nostrils, thick full lips, and dark gums. She was a skinny girl like me, but undoubtedly would eventually develop into a full figured woman like her mother. We became close friends and spent as much time at each other's home as our own. Because of our physical difference we had to check out each other's private parts to see how they were different. As far as we could tell the only difference between our private parts was color. Her inner lips were dark brown, but the inside of her vagina was meaty red just like mine. We also played the normal childhood games like, "You show me yours and I show you mine, and played Doctor." We inspected boy's cocks and found out what it felt like to be fucked before we were ten. We learned what would happen if we continued doing that after we reached puberty, so we quickly stopped having sex with boys, because we didn't know when we would enter puberty. In school there were some girls that hated me because I was white. These girls were mean to the girls that looked too white. There were several mix breed girls that had very little features that distinguished them as black. Any time one of the boys started paying too much attention to these girls the other girls would threaten them for messing with their men. There were a lot of cat fights after school. Juliette and I avoided getting involved with these girls as much as possible. Some of them were even gang girls that aligned with older boys belonging to the Crypts or the Bloods. We did our best to avoid these girls. We were in the fifth grade when we started having our periods. We thought we were so grown up. We delighted in masturbating each other when we slept with each other. I also developed a strong interest in sex. My mother didn't work, so she looked after Juliette and me while her mother worked as a clerk in a grocery store. Wilma spent a lot of time visiting with my mother during her spare time. Their talks often revolved around the subject of sex. One hot summer's evening Juliette and I were playing outdoors, while her mother was in our house using my mother's iron to press her clothes, because her iron was broken. At some point Juliette and I were attracted to the light shining through the window, so we approached the window and looked inside. They had set up the ironing board in the dining area, where Mom always did her ironing. Mom was sitting at the table drinking a glass of iced tea while Wilma was sweating over the ironing. She only had on a pink slip as she went about ironing her work clothes. Sweat was soaking through the slip, making the material cling to her body. Her big nipples were plainly visible through the thin material. I found it very erotic looking at the mature woman in our house almost naked. Whenever she replaced an article of clothing on the ironing board we got a clear view of her mother's crotch, and there was a very noticeable dark shadow. We couldn't hear much of the conversation, but we did notice her mother rubbing her crotch now and then. At one point Mom got up and went to the fridge to get a pitcher of icy tea. She filled her glass and another, before returning the pitcher to the fridge. Then she approached Wilma and reached around her ample body to hand her one of the glasses. Wilma sat the iron on the heel, as she took a sip of the tea, and held the cold glass against her forehead to cool herself off. That was when we witnessed my mother placing one of her hands right on Wilma's breasts and squeezing it. Wilma turned her head and kissed my mother right on the mouth. We could not believe our eyes, her mother turned off the iron and the two of them proceeded to kiss and feel each other's breasts. My mother sat back down on her chair, and hiked up Wilma's slip, exposing her plump thighs and bulbous butt. We got a quick look at her crotch before my mother stuck her face in her pussy. Her pubic hairs were like little dark watch springs, just like the pubic hair starting to grow on Juliette's pussy. We watched in total fascination as my mother lapped at Wilma's pussy. Wilma pulled her two large tits over the top of her slip and played with them while my mother ate her pussy. At one point Wilma grabbed hold of my mother's head with both hands and pulled it hard against her pussy, as she tossed back her head and opened her mouth and let out a yell loud enough to be heard half a block away. There was a lot of hugging and kissing before Wilma knelt before my mother and set about pulling off her panties. Wilma set about eating my mother's pussy like a hungry animal. Mom wrapped her legs around Wilma's head and rode her face like a hobby horse. Juliette and I watched what was transpiring like it was a porn movie. I was getting very horny watching Wilma eating my mother's pussy. I was not even aware that I was clinging to one of my young budding tits, while rubbing the palm of my hand against my own pussy. I had all but forgotten that Juliette was standing next to me. She got my attention when she bumped against my body. When I turned to look at her, her eyes were glassed over and she had pulled up her dress and had a hand stuffed down the front of her panties. I forgot all about the show our mothers were putting on, and took hold of her and kissed her. We started sticking our hands into each other's panties. We finger fucked each other, while continuing to kiss each other. I'm afraid we made too much noise because Mother came to the window and looked out. She saw us kissing and finger fucking each other wildly. She told us to get in the house before a neighbor saw us. We had to take our hands out of each other's panties before we could enter the back door. There was a lot of sobbing as the four of us hugged and kissed. We talked about our feelings for each other. We could have sex with each other right there in the kitchen, or even one of the two bedrooms, my father could come home at anytime. We eventually decided to go next door to Wilma's. We went to her bedroom and sat on the bed facing each other. Wilma and mother admitted that they had been having sex with each other for a couple of years. They had hid their relationship from us because then wanted us to develop sexually on our own. They had known about our sexual explorations, but didn't want to influence us one way or the other. They asked us if we were ready to discover what lesbian sex was all about. Juliette and I looked at each other and smiled. We assured our mothers that we were ready to learn everything they had to teach us. It was strange standing at the side of mother's bed watching my mother making love to Juliette, while Wilma stood behind me with her arms wrapped around my body feeling me up. It was so erotic watching my mother's white hands stroking Juliette's dark skin. Juliette lay there allowing my mother to do anything she wanted. Mother felt and sucked on Juliette's chocolate nipples perched on those young budding breasts. When Mom went down on her and wrapped Juliette's legs around her head, I almost peed because Wilma had stuck a finger deep into my pussy and stuck another meaty finger up my asshole from behind. I was being finger-fucked front and rear, while listening to Juliette moaning while my mother ate her pussy. Mom made Juliette cum at least three times before she sat up. I could tell when Juliette would cum because I had witnessed her cumming many times. Mother eventually moved to the head of the bed and rested her back against the stack of pillows, and spread her legs, as an invitation for Juliette to settle between them. Juliette settled in to the cradle like a child as she suckled on my mother's tits like a hungry child. The sight inspired me to reach behind myself and place my hand right on Wilma's plump vulva. I could feel just how coarse her pubic hair was, but it offered no resistance to me sticking my fingers deep into her warm wet cunt. Her clit was like a wet little pea, I was wiggling it around like a little video game joystick. Wilma was moaning her approval of my efforts, while she was still finger-fucking me front and rear. I couldn't take my eyes off of the action on the bed. Juliette was maneuvering her body so that her head was between Mom's legs, sucking on her pussy with her butt sticking up in the air. I could see that chocolate colored ring around her asshole and those dark brown labia protruding beyond her pussy opening. She was actually dripping juice from her cunt. I wanted to taste her juice so bad, but her mother was holding me in a grip I couldn't get away from. When Juliette finished eating Mother, until Mom was satisfied they had a good laugh when they saw the look on my face, because Wilma was bringing me to a magnificent cum. They were both a little unsteady when they got off of the bed, to make room for Wilma and me. The bed was warm where their bodies had been as Wilma positioned me into the same pose Mom had been in. Wilma set about sucking my white tits until I had hickys all over them. She left little love bites down the middle of my body on her way down to my cunt. It was almost like having a volleyball between my legs, as she covered my cunt with her mouth. I wrapped my legs around her head and rested them on her wide back. When I approached my first cum, I was kicking her back with my heels. The last thing our mothers did to us was position us side by side on the edge of the bed so that they could stand on the floor while they fucked us with strap-on dildos. As much fun as we were having we eventually had to get dressed and return home. For several months Juliette and I would rush home to get fucked by our mothers. I didn't even care about the way the girls picked on me during gym class. When we were changing from gym clothes back into our street clothes I was subjected to verbal abuse and nasty practical jokes like having my clothes dumped into the showers or toilets. At least gym was my last class, so I just had to walk home in wet clothes. One afternoon I was the last person in the gym because I had to wring toilet water out of my clothes before putting them on. I was crying as I put on the cold wet clothes, and was startled when I heard the mature voice of Ms. Grayson saying, "Have the bitches been picking on you again?" Ms. Grayson was a young gym teacher, about 25-years-old. She was also the girl's varsity basketball coach. She was reputed to have been a star for State College. She was certainly tall enough to play basketball with anyone. She was well over six-feet tall. Her hair was always braided into corn-rows. I had never seen her in anything but gym shorts and T-shirts. It was obvious that she wore a sports bra under her T-shirt that compressed her breasts so much that you couldn't tell how large they were. She assured me that she had some extra clothes in the coaches' locker room. I followed her into the coaches' locker room and studied the room for the first time. There was an old wooden desk with plenty of scars on it and a wooden swivel chair, an old couch against the wall. Farther back was a row of steel lockers large enough for the coaches to store street clothes on hangers with a steel bench concreted into the floor. There was also a private bathroom for them and a shower room large enough for four or five people. There was a big canvas sack set up on a steel rolling frame filled with wet towels. Ms. Grayson opened her locker and fished out a sack of lost clothes. She selected clothes she figured were large enough to fit me, and told me to take another shower. I stripped off my wet clothes and headed for the showers. I was enjoying the warmth and the scented soap when Ms. Grayson entered the showers. Ms. Grayson was not only tall, she was slender and her body had an even golden hue all over. Her breasts were no more than a 36-B, and her crotch was covered with the same tight little curls as Juliette and Wilma. I was momentarily shocked to see my coach entering the shower with me. As she adjusted the water temperature of the shower next to me, she noticed the hickys on my breasts. She asked, "Did those bitches to that to you?" I had forgotten about Wilma's habit of sucking hickys on my tits while making love to me. I blushed foolishly while I tried to think of a plausible story to explain how I got red welts all over my tits. The only thing I could come up with was that fleas had bitten me. One look at Ms. Grayson's smile was enough to tell me that she didn't believe a word of my excuse. The marks were too deliberate, and there were no marks anyplace else on my body. Ms. Grayson asked, "Has someone been giving you hickys?" I felt it was wise not to admit or deny anything. My reticence told her volumes. Her next question was, "Was it a male or female?" My face must have been a crimson color in response to the question. She gave me a warm smile and enveloped my wet body in her long brown arms. It just so happened that my face rested right between her small breasts. For some reason standing under the warm spray of our showers turned me on. I couldn't resist taking one of her nipples into my mouth. While I sucked on her nipple, she let her hand slide down the middle of my back until her long fingernail slipped between the cheeks of my ass. I almost peed when her finger invaded my asshole. I turned my face up to accept her kiss, and she drove her big tongue deep into my mouth. We clung to each other for awhile before she insisted that we get out of the shower. After drying off Ms. Grayson led me to the couch and knelt before me, before sucking my pussy until I was a quivering bowl of jelly. After I recovered Ms. Grayson knelt on the couch and rested her head on her crossed arms on the back of the couch. That exposed her swollen pussy and puckered asshole to my gaze. I placed my hands on her butt cheeks and smelled her cunt and asshole. Then I wiped her pussy from clit to asshole with my tongue. I couldn't resist sticking my tongue in her cunt and my nose in her asshole. I tongue fucked her cunt and asshole until I knew she had cum at least three times. We eventually had to get dressed, and she insisted on driving me home. When she pulled up in front of my house, I insisted on her coming in to meet my mother. She was a little shy about meeting my mother after all she had just seduced me. Mother couldn't help but notice that I had on shorts and T-shirt that were not mine, and was holding a plastic bag. In answer to her question I introduced Ms. Grayson to my mother I made a point to explain, "The bullies had dumped my clothes in the toilet, and Ms. Grayson had taken SPECIAL care of me." Mother grinned because she knew what I was saying when I said SPECIAL. As Ms. Grayson extended her hand, she said, "Omega is my name." Mother stepped inside her hand and enveloped her tall slender body in her arms, and kissed her on the mouth. She said, "Mary is my name, and you have to stay for tea and tell me all about how you became Amy's SPECIAL friend?" Omega gave me a look at the way we had accented the word SPECIAL, while Mother was still hugging her. She was trapped and couldn't refuse Mother's offer. We made our way into the small kitchen where Mother set about making tea for us. Mother insisted on brewing strong English tea. There was some small talk while it was brewing. Mom found out what school Omega had graduated from, and about her family. When she finished setting up the tea tray she led us back into the living room and placed the tray on the tea table in front of the couch as the three of us sat down, with Omega between the two of us. Mother placed her hand on Omega's knee and almost whispered, "How did you become my daughter's special friend?" Omega was speechless, so I spoke up, "After class the bullies had dumped my clothes in the toilet, and I was faced with putting on wet clothes to come home in. Ms. Grayson was kind enough to offer giving me some clothes from the lost clothing bin. She allowed me to use the shower in the coach's office. While I was bathing she joined me. She is as good a lover as Wilma and Juliette." Omega had a look on her face that showed just how shocked she was to be listening to me explain to my mother about how she had seduced me so casually. While I was describing how Omega had made love to me, Mother was running her hand up Omega's thigh until the palm of her hand was resting on the crotch of the white gym shorts. Omega eyes glanced between me and my mother as if she didn't know what to do. I couldn't resist running my hand up under her T-shirt and grasping one of her perky little breasts. I resisted her efforts to pull the T-shirt down, but I insisted on hoisting it up to show Mother what sweet little tits Omega had. Before Omega could do anything both Mother and I had claimed a nipple and were sucking on her tits. She gave up resisting and laid back as Mother stuffed her hand down the front of Omega's shorts. We stripped her right there on the couch and while I sucked tit, Mother sucked Omega's pussy. Omega got a taste of Mom's pussy before she was allowed to dress and go home. Omega made a point to be in the dressing room after class after that. The bullies had to leave me alone, and she made a point to drive me home, after all she was getting all the sex she could handle. She also got the pleasure of meeting Wilma and Juliette on a personal basis too. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.