Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 15:02:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Black Submissive (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, WS Dom, g/F...) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between 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 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Black Submissive By Jan Redding California is a small town at the bottom of mountains where the Interstate Highway 5 and the Sacramento River meet. The locals are as bigoted as any southern town, but there are a number of black families living there. The town is unique because the river runs right through the middle of town, and the river is used as the city park. Errol Flynn's 1938 movie Robin Hood used the city park as the location of Sherwood Forest. Redding is not the kind of town you would expect to find black families living in. It had been a farming community that happened to be located on the main highway connecting California with Oregon and Washington. Every home had plenty of firearms and fishing gear. When the Shasta Lakes were created there were black workers brought in during the construction period. As much as the locals resented it some families did stay after the construction was completed. That was where my mom and I lived while I was growing up. Mom is a full figured black woman that tries to fit in with the white community. She does her best to make our coarse hair relax and longer than shoulder length. Mom was a terrible tease, all of the time. She never made an overt pass at me but she did take pride in flaunting her nudity in my presence. She paraded around the house in a blue bath towel, which allowed me to see her breasts and nappy pubic hair. Mom's best friend is not a relative, but I grew up always calling her Aunt Michelle. Michelle lives just down the street from us. She is older than my mother, and is also a black plump woman. She has been on disability for years, because of a back injury that prevents her from doing any lifting. Because of her inability to work she is home all of the time. My mother used to seed me to Michelle's house to check on her, and give her a helping hand. Michelle also babysat for me when I was not in school. I would climb stepstools to store items in cabinets or retrieve items for her. She would hold my legs to steady me. More often than not her hands would be resting on my little pussy. The way she wiggled her fingers did feel good though. She would also tell me that she needed my help to take a bath. I would watch her take off her clothes and help her get into the tub. While she would get undressed I had plenty of opportunity to see her naked. I can only say that she had a figure that reminded me of the singer named Ethel Waters. Her heavy large breasts rested on her tummy. Her thick waist had large love handles. Her belly hung over her vulva, hiding most of her nappy pubic hair. When she was getting undressed she would lift those soft breasts and massage them, then wipe the sweat from under them. She would also spread her legs and wipe her pussy. I could smell the pungent odor from where I was standing. While I was helping her into the tub she would make sure she would place her hands on my face to kiss me for helping her into the tub. I couldn't help smelling the odor of her pussy clinging on her hands. I was naive enough to not associate her actions with anything sexual. I was 14-years old when I forgot my purse while helping her. When I remembered where I had left it, I returned to retrieve it. Michelle confronted me with the fact that she had checked my purse and found my stash of a couple of joints "weed," and the makings for a couple of more. She asked, "What would your mother say if she knew you were smoking pot?" I panicked, because I knew my mother would beat my ass, and I would be in trouble for a long time to follow. I begged her not to tell on me. She let me stew for awhile. I was absolutely sweating with terror at the prospect of her outing me as a pot head. Then Michelle dangled a little hope in front of me by saying, "Well I might not tell your mother about you using pot...if you are willing to do things for me!" I quickly promised, "Auntie, I will do anything you want, if you don't tell my mother!" Michelle gave me an impish smile before she took my stash to her bedroom and hid it. When she returned she said, "If you are serious about willing to do anything I ask...I will keep quiet about your habit!" I was filled with hope, "YES...I will do anything you ask!" Michelle had been wearing a silk bathrobe up to that point. After my assurance she untied the sash and opened the robe. As the robe slid to the floor I was surprised to see that she had on a black fishnet body stocking with openings allowing both of her breasts to protrude through it. The crotch was open and stretched over her vulva. The picture was something totally unexpected for me to see. She sat down on her sofa, and spread her legs wide open. She motioned with her finger for me to come to her. When I stood in front of her, she took hold of my hand and pulled me to my knees. She insisted that I suck her pussy. It was not that I was so innocent that I didn't know what she wanted. Hell...I had fooled around with some girlfriends growing up. Being blackmailed into performing the act was so degrading. I placed my hands on the tops of her thick thighs and bowed my head in preparation to suck her pussy. I could smell that strong odor I had smelled on her hands many times. She used both hands to spread her labia, exposing her pink inner pussy. The clit was almost hidden by the hood of her labia. Her vagina was gaping open. I could see her urethra and the ragged remains of her hymen. The inner canal looked like a corrugated tunnel. When I buried my face in her pussy she grabbed the back of my head, and smashed my face against her wet pussy. It was a struggle to breathe while tonguing her cunt. She was saying all kinds of dirty things, like what a good little cunt lapper I was. It felt like an eternity before she started screaming that she was cumming. She sent me home after that. I swear that no matter how much I washed my face, I could still smell her cunt. Just the same I masturbated at least four times that night in bed before I fell asleep. I had been warned not to say anything, and to be prepared to come directly to her house the next day. When I opened her front door, (In our community no one locked their doors.) I had to go looking for Michelle. I found her sprawled on top of her bed totally naked. She welcomed me into her home, and told me to get undressed! I can say without modesty that at 14, I had a good figure. My breasts are average sized. I was blessed with a small waist that accented my wide hips. Like my mother I use products to soften my hair. It is a shiny black that rests on top of my breasts and swings between my shoulder blades. I also shave my vulva completely. Michelle was admiring my nude body hungrily. She had me come to her and suck on those large chocolate nipples for a long time before she spread her legs and insisted that I suck her pussy again. After she climaxed, and I had lapped up all of the juice she discharged, she had me lie on my back while she sucked and kneaded my tits, and then she sucked my pussy. I have to admit that I had the strongest climax I had ever had. Each day after that, the kind of sex became more degrading. I had to tongue fuck her asshole after every sex act. She would have me get in her bathtub, so that she could straddle me and piss in my mouth. She enjoyed giving me a golden shower as she called it. She took pictures of me sucking her pussy and even had me masturbate myself, while she took pictures. That added to her hold over me. She could see to it that Mom received the pictures if I didn't do as she wanted. Michelle had another lady friend named Colette. This woman looked a lot like her. She was just as plump. One afternoon when I arrived at Michelle's house, Colette was sitting next to Michelle and they were enjoying some sort of cocktail. Michelle said, "Brooke, lift your blouse and show Colette your breasts!" I was embarrassed to expose myself in front of another woman. She had me stand in front of them. Colette was feeling my breasts while Michelle ran her hand up the inside of my legs until she had her hand firmly resting on the crotch of my panties. I stood there sweating while one woman pulled on my nipples, and the other one moved my panties aside and finger fucked me. I was a quivering wreck by the time I climaxed. I had to undress Colette and suck her breasts, pussy and asshole while Michelle took copious pictures of me gratifying her friend. The two of them used strap-on toys to fuck me in every orifice. I was even required to wash the toys after they used them on me. They even worked out a way to pee in a hot water bottle that they used to give me an enema. The parties progressed to the point that Michelle would have house parties where I was shown off for her friends. I was required to service every woman at the party. I can say I have sucked the pussy of every ethnic group possible. I enjoyed the attention, and sex with all of them. There was never a lack of a willing mouth to gratify me while I was servicing the cunt of older women. When I graduated from high school I was accepted into Humboldt College. Michelle visits me there. She gets a kick out of making me drive her around town, while she sits there in the car with her breasts hanging out. She even comes up to my dorm room. She lets my roommate watch her use me sexually. She gives me golden showers after I gratify her orally. My roommate now uses me at will too. My department faculty advisor is a Caucasian woman that saw something in me that appealed to her. I liked her the first day I went to her office to get my class schedule approved. She has light brown hair with blonde highlights, and she parts her hair in the middle. Her hair rests half way down her chest, with only a slight wave. She has a straight bridged nose, with high cheeks, relative thin lips, nice teeth, and a pleasant smile. She is of average height and a little overweight. When I met her for the first time she had on a business suit with a coat on. I could tell that she had large breasts, but the coat prevented me from even knowing if she had a bra on. I had her for a couple of classes, and there were times we had lunch at the main dining facility together. Other times we had coffee together at the restaurant on top of the liberal arts building. When ever we were together, she inquired about how I was doing with my studies. She also inquired about my personal life. I didn't know her well enough to tell her the truth about my sexual preference. As we became friends, she eventually invited me to her home for tea. When she answered her door, she was dressed more casually than I had ever seen before. She had on open toes sandals, navy blue slacks, and a mauve long sleeved jersey, that was very thin, and with a horizontal woven pattern. The most interesting thing about her jersey was that fact that it was obvious that she did not have a bra supporting those 38-DD's breasts, and her areolas and nipples were plainly visible. My mouth watered at the sight of her tits. She led me to her back yard patio where she had little sandwiches, potato salad, and her steaming tea pot. We sat on a couple of vacuum formed while plastic stackable chairs, with a little round table that was formed the same way as the chairs, between our knees. There was the normal conversation while we ate or sandwiches, and drank our tea. When we had finished eating, the questions became very personal. I teased her with just a hint that I preferred the company of women over man. She invited me to see her home. It was a nice home, even if the kitchen was a little dated. The tile counters and appliances screamed 1950's. Every room displayed lots of college life memorabilia. I also noticed that the framed photographs were of college aged girls and women that were also faculty members. Of course the last room she showed me was her bedroom. She did have a large bed that dominated the room. The wall that led to the walk-in closet was covered with a floor to ceiling mirror. The door to the closet was almost invisible. You just pushed it and it sprang open. The photographs displayed in this room were far more erotic. The girls and women were naked and engaged in all manner of sexual foreplay. There was no doubt in my mind that she was going to seduce me. While we were standing at the foot of her bed she took me in her arms and kissed me on my lips. I felt her big soft breasts pressing against my body, while she sucked the air out of my lungs. She pulled the dress off of my shoulders, which allowed the boat neck front of my dress to expose my chocolate caped breasts. The straps and short sleeves of my dress pinned my arms to my sides. She covered both of my tits with her hands and squeezed them. I offered no resistance when she bent over and took a nipple into her mouth, and sucked on it hard. All I did was moan. She forced her leg between mine, and pressed it against my crotch. She clamped her teeth down on my nipple. The pain shot through my nipple like a needle. Or clothes were removed in short order. She played with my tits, sucked my pussy, and then she had me suck her tits and eat her pussy. She fucked me with a dildo until I was practically insane. Like my Michelle, I became her sex slave. With each passing day I was introduced to every degrading at that Michelle dad made be perform. I received golden showers in front of her friends, and tongue fucked every asshole she told me to service. 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