Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2012 13:16:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
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
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                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.



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