Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2014 09:38:11 -0700
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Black Licorice Lovers (lesbian/interracial, oral, anal, g/FF

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Adult youth, interracial, oral, anal, g/FF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
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              Black Licorice Lovers
                      By
                     Jan

	I came from a poor family.  Both of my parents
were hard working and hard drinking Irish-Americans.
They named me Danica, because of the race car
driver.  When they got home from work they both
drank themselves to sleep, and on weekends they
partied a lot.  As a result of their lifestyle we were
never able to live anyplace long, and we always lived
on the wrong side of the tracks.

	All of our neighbors were minorities.  At times
we lived in Mexican neighborhoods and other times
we lived in black communities.  It was rare to live in a
community where ethnic groups mixed, so I was
always an outsider no matter where we lived.  Girls
resented me because they thought their boyfriends
were always trying to hit on me.  I got in several
fights because some girl thought I was trying to steal
their boyfriend.

	I was often left in the hands of neighbor
woman, named Opel, while my parents were doing
their thing.  I think she was living on disability or
welfare.  I found her to be a lovely person, if not a
little vulgar.  She thought nothing about saying
whatever she felt like saying.  The words she used
were very colorful if not profane.

	She was the color of coffee with cream.  Her
hair was brown, coarse and she straightened it.  She
was more than a little overweight.  She had large
breasts and wide hips.  I knew she had one good
evening dress, but she tended to wear one of three
cheap house dresses.  She spent most of her time
barefooted, but she always kept cheap open toes
shoes by the door.

	Like most houses in these kinds of
neighborhoods her house needed repair and a coat of
paint.  The house smelled of dust, booze, and stale
cigarette smoke.  The couch had valleys and springs
that poked you in the wrong places.  You had to learn
where to sit to avoid getting poked.  There were
plenty of times I had to sleep on her couch when my
parents didn't manage to make it home from a party.

	On those occasions I got to see Opel naked
while she walked around the house getting ready for
bed.  I was fascinated with her body.  Her breasts
were large and sagged under their own weight.  Her
areolas were large chocolate colored ovals with large
nipples.  I had never seen a black woman's pussy until
I saw Opel's.  I found it fascinating that her pubic
hair was like coiled watch springs.  There were some
bumps like ingrown hairs scattered over her vulva.
Just as interesting was the sight of her clitoris
protruding out of her pussy.  Her thighs were lumpy
with cellulite.  There was nothing shy about her,
anyway.

	When she would settle me down on her couch
for the night, I could smell her sweat, cheap perfume
and the unmistakable odor of her pussy.

	She treated me like I was her child in most
respects.  She knew that my parents were alcoholics,
and often left evidence of beatings on my red striped
white butt.  After such beatings, Opel would sooth
my inflamed butt with warm baths and the application
of soothing lotions.

	One evening she told me that she was making
spaghetti, and I should take off my dress.  I ate
dinner in just my panties.  That became the normal
way I ate meals after that.  As soon as I got home
from school I would take off my shoes and dress.

	It was during the application of lotions that her
fingers managed to touch my little bald pussy, and
that felt good.  At the time I was only eight years
old.  On one of those occasions when my mother had
cut stripes across my butt with a leather strap that
drew blood, Opel applied a soothing lotion to my ass.
I cried with pain when her hands first touched my
ass, but the lotion took the sting out of the cuts and
bruises.  This time when her finger slipped between
my legs she stroked the little nub until I felt
something unknown to me before.  I didn't want her
to stop playing with my pussy.

	She eventually did stop though, and turned me
over.  She held me on her lap and actually fed me one
of those chocolate nipples.  I lay there sucking on her
tit like a baby.  There was no milk, but it gave me
satisfaction, because it was pleasing her so much.
She continued to stroke my little clit, and it caused
me so much pleasure.

	That night she took me to bed with her.  She
assumed a regal position with her back against the
headboard of her bed.  She spread her legs and bent
her knees.  I lay between her legs on my belly, at her
instruction.  I used my hands to spread her pussy
open.  I had smelled my own fingers after having
played with my pussy, and I couldn't describe the
difference even if I tried.  I had never smelled an
adult woman's pussy before.

(In time I smelled enough adult women's pussies that
I learned different chemicals and minerals affect
the smell of a woman's pussy.)

	I didn't have to be told to lick her pussy.  I
started licking her open pussy and sticking my nose
into her moist cunt.  I was rubbing my face all over
her crotch.  The coarse pubic hair felt rough against
my cheeks and nose.  I continued lapping at her pussy
while she grabbed a handful of my hair and jerking
my head from side to side and up and down.  When
she started screaming nasty things like, EAT MY
CUNT YOU LITTLE PUSSY WHORE!" it scared me.  I
swear she ranted and raved for almost a half hour.
Then she went limp.  She eventually opened her eyes
and told me what a good job I had done.  She kissed
me with tongue and hugged me.  While Opal was
making me feel good, and introducing me to the
pleasures of sex, school was a different matter.

	I think there were only three white girls in the
school, and none of them were my age.  Some of the
black boys did flirt with me, but the girls threatened
me.  They would tell me not to mess with their men,
or they would cut my face.  I had to walk a thin line
to be left alone.

	There was one black girl, named Jackeline, but
preferred Jackie, in my class that was taller than
most of the boys in the school.  She was strong
enough to beat the crap out of all of the boys.  She
was a leader of a group of girls that deferred to her
authority.

	I had seen her and her group hanging out at a
small package store after school several times.  The
clerks would sell just about anything to any of the
boys and girls hanging out there.  As long as they had
the money, they could buy cigarettes, beer, whisky
and even pot.  Jackie would be holding court in the
alley with five or six girls.  They were a tough looking
bunch, and would be smoking.  I had even seen Jackie
kissing a couple of the girls.  As much as she
frightened me, she also fascinated me.

	One day at school when a girl from another
class got up in my face, Jackie stepped in and told
the girl to back off.  I thanked her, and she placed
one of her long arms around my waist, as she said,
"Honey, you are in my class, and I will look after you!"

	The way she said it was almost like she had just
claimed me as her property.

	After school she invited me to join her for a
beer and a smoke.  I tried to tell her that I didn't
smoke or drink, but she didn't want to hear it.  She
led me across the street to the store, and bought a
six-pack of beer.  We went out the back door to the
alley.

	The alley was cluttered with empty pasteboard
and wooden boxes, along with a variety of trash.  The
alley smelled of rotting vegetables, and urine.  Jackie
found a wooden box to sit on.  Three of her normal
cohorts showed up in time to help drink the beer.
They were all smoking, and giving me dirty looks.  One
of them even asked, "What's the white bitch doing
here?"

	Jackie slapped the girl across the face, "Danica
is going to be my new girlfriend."

	That was news to me.  Jackie wrapped a long
arm around my waist and pulled me to her, and she
kissed me on the mouth.  At the same time she placed
the other hand on my chest and ran it down my belly
to my crotch.  She cupped my crotch and squeezed it.
There was nothing I was could do to stop her from
doing whatever she wanted to me.

	The other girls may have resented a white girl
in the group, but knew better than to voice any
objections.  Jackie laid it on them, "Danica is mine, so
if you see anyone picking on her, step up!"  They all
agreed to protect me.  With that Jackie took hold of
a handful of the hair on the back of my head and
kissed me with all of the passion anyone could muster.

	After everyone but me had drank the beer and
smoked their cigarettes, Jackie walked me home.  Of
course I led her to Opal's home.  Opel invited Jackie
into her home.  I introduced Opel as my surrogate
mother, and told her that she fed, clothed, and more
often than not, housed me.  When I introduced
Jackie to Opel I proclaimed that I was Jackie's new
bitch!

	Jackie was shocked to hear me proclaim myself
her bitch in front of my adult babysitter.

	To demonstrate the truth of my statement I
took hold of Jackie's wrist and placed her hand on my
crotch.  She tried to withdraw her hand, but I held
on to her wrist, and rubbed my crotch against her
hand.

	Opel didn't bat an eye, she simply insisted on
making sandwiches for the two of us and making iced
tea.  She pumped Jackie for information about her
relationship with me, but Jackie didn't know how to
answer that question.

	I took advantage of her confusion by slipping to
the floor in front of Jackie and unbuttoning her
jeans, while Jackie had her hands full of food and
drink.  She struggled a little, but I continued to undo
her pants.  It took some doing, but I managed to pull
the pants and her panties down enough to expose her
crotch.

	Opel was enjoying the show, and the discomfort
of Jackie.  I put my face right into the middle of her
crotch and ate her pussy, while she squirmed.  It took
some time before Jackie gave up, and had an orgasm,
Opel suggested that Jackie call her mother and get
permission to spend the night.  Jackie objected that
she didn't have a change of clothes.  Opel said that
her mother could bring a change of clothes over, with
that she handed Jackie the cordless phone.

	Jackie told her mother where she was and told
her that her friend's guardian had invited her to
spend the night.  She added that she needed a
change of clothes for school tomorrow.  At the end
of the conversation she handed Opel the phone.

	Opel assured the woman that Jackie was
welcome to spend the night, and gave her the
address.

	It only took about 20 minutes before there was
a knock at the door.  Opel welcomed the woman into
her home, and hugged her, at the same time she
offered her a cup of coffee.

	The woman accepted and apologized for her
daughter, and told Opel to kick her ass out, if she
becomes a problem.  There was also the unspoken
question of why a black woman would be looking after
such an attractive white girl.

	Opel recognized the look, "I have looked after
Danica for years!"  She added softly, "her parents
have problems with alcohol."

	The woman wanted to leave as soon as her
questions had been answered, and the coffee mug was
empty.  She admonished her daughter to behave one
more time, before she left.

	As soon as the mother left, Opel suggested that
the two of us take a bath, and get ready for bed.
Jackie mentioned that she didn't have a nightgown.  I
told her, "No one wears nightgowns to bed here!"

	Opel helped draw the water, while we
undressed.  Jackie stepped into the old cast iron tub
first, and I stepped into the tub between her legs,
and settled down between her legs.  It was fun having
Jackie washing my body.  It was also sexually
stimulating.

	Opel helped dry both of us off, and gave both
of us a swat on our butts, as she sent us off to the
bedroom.

	The bedroom was crowded with a full sized bed
in it.  There was just enough room to pass in front of
the dresser to get in the bed.  There was only enough
room for small end tables on either side of the bed.

	It was a warm night, so I pulled back the covers
and folded them at the bottom of the bed, besides I
wanted to have the lights on, so that I could see
their bodies while I satisfied my oral desire.

	Opel took a quick bath and cleaned the tub
before joining us in the bedroom.

	Jackie was still a little intimidated by the
presence of an adult woman.  This time Opel was the
alpha female in the room.  She made sure to sit in the
middle of the bed, with one of us on either side of
her.  Opel had a huge black rubber strap-on dildo
that she had Jackie put on.  She directed Jackie to
mount her, and fuck her in the missionary position.
She took hold of a handful of my hair and pulled me
over to suck on her near tit.

	I could virtually bury my face in one of her tits.
I reached over and took hold of her other nipple, and
pinched and pulled on it.

	Jackie couldn't resist playing with my pussy,
while she fucked Opel.  It took some time before
Opel had a strong orgasm.  She filled the air with all
kinds of obscenities.  When she calmed down she
turned her body around so that her head was near
the foot of the bed, then she had me mount her so
that we could suck each other's pussies.  Before she
started eating my pussy she told Jackie, "Honey
Child, you can fuck my baby's ass while I'm eating her
pussy."

	That was so exciting to be eating pussy while my
own pussy was being eaten and getting fucked in the
ass by a dildo big enough to stretch my ass to the
limit.  By the time I came I was exhausted.  Opel took
the opportunity take the dildo off Jackie, so that she
could eat Jackie's pussy and fuck her pussy and
asshole.

	We slept together in the nude that night.  We
woke up early enough to taste a little more pussy
before we had to get ready for school.

	Jackie and I became almost inseparable after
that.  We were rather obvious about our affection
for each other.  One day as the last bell of the day
rang our teacher, Ms. Ellison asked me to remain
seated.  Jackie gave her a suspicious look as she
exited.  I was sure she would wait outside for me.

	Ms. Ellison came down the aisle and sat in the
desk next to mine.  She began with, "Denise, I'm
concerned about your relationship with Jackie.  She
might be a bad influence for you!  I think we should
have a talk with your parents!"

	I was a little defensive, "My parents are drunks,
so I virtually live with a neighbor woman that is more
of a mother to me than my parents.  You met Opel at
the last parents meeting."

	(I should also mention that Ms. Ellison and Ms.
Barr are both black women.)

	She said, "I think that Principal Barr and I
should take you home to discuss this matter with
her!"

	I was intimidated enough not to argue.  Ms.
Ellison used the classroom phone to call Ms. Barr.
They talked for a moment.  When she hung up the
phone she told me that Ms. Barr would meet us in the
teacher's parking lot.  As we exited the room Jackie
was leaning against the wall, and gave us a nasty look.

	When we got to the parking lot Ms. Barr was
standing beside her late model car.  I had to sit in
the back seat as they drove me to Opel's home.

	Opel had a worried look on her face when she
welcomed the two women into her home.  She asked
them if they would like tea or coffee, before asking
them what the problem was.  She escorted them into
her kitchen and dining area.  They had accepted the
offer of tea, so Opel filled classes with ice and sweet
tea.  The four of us sat around the small table, with
me trapped against the wall.

	Ms. Ellison started the conversation by
explaining, "We are concerned that Danica is hanging
out with a girl, name Jackie that is a known dyke
lesbian!  We are afraid that Danica will become a
lesbian too!"

	Opel sat there listening quietly until Ms. Ellison
finished her statement, before she responded, "I
have net Jackie and like her!  She protects Danica
from both the boys that want to fuck her, and the
girls that want to cut her face because they are
jealous of her, because they think she is flirting with
their boyfriends.  If the two of them want to have
sex with each other, at least neither of them will get
pregnant!"

	The two women sat there for a moment, and
then Ms. Barr said, "I don't know what to say, would
her parents have the same opinion?"

	Opel said, "Her parents have virtually given her
to me!"

	Ms. Barr asked, "What if an adult woman was to
try and seduce her?"

	Opel said, "If Danica liked the woman, I'm sure
that the woman wouldn't have to seduce her!"

	The two teachers looked at each other.  Ms.
Ellison said, "Would you object if we were to ask if
we could party with Danica?"

	Opel made eye contact with me; smiled and said,
Like I said, if Danica wants to have sex with any
woman she will do so!"

	Ms. Barr was a tall slender woman.  She must
have paid a lot of money to have her hair relaxed.
She was dressed very professionally.  She obviously
wanted everyone to know she was the woman in
charge at school.  I thought she was a very attractive
woman.

	Ms. Ellison was a young woman of average size.
Her hair was braided in tight little corn rows.  She
did dress conservatively.  She never came to school
dressed in anything too revealing.  She didn't want to
inflame the desires of the boys with their raging
hormones.  Her dresses could hide the fact that she
had the body of an athlete.  I found both of them
very sexy.

	Ms. Barr reached across the small table and
placed one hand on top of Opel's and my hands.
"Would I be mistaken to assume that you have
enjoyed a relationship with Danica?"

	Opel smiled, "That depends on how you feel
about it?"

	Ms. Barr turned her attention towards me, "How
would you feel about having a date with Ms. Ellison
and me?"

	I looked at Opel, and she smiled.  "Ms. Barr, I
would love that, if Mommy Opel is included!"

	Ms. Barr and Ms. Ellison looked at each other,
smiled and took hold of each other's hands.  Ms. Barr
said, "That would be delightful!"

	Mommy gathered up the glasses and put them in
the sink.  She said, "If you ladies care to follow me,
we can continue this conversation in the bedroom!"

	Everyone stood up and we followed her to her
bedroom.  Ms. Barr placed her hands on Ms. Ellison's
and my fanny's.  When we were in the relatively small
bedroom the three women started undressing me.  As
soon as I was totally naked they placed me on the
middle of the bed, while they undressed.

	I found it every exciting to watch the three of
them getting undressed.  Of course Opel had the
least amount of clothes to remove.  There was just
the dress buttoned down the front and baggy panties
to remove.  Ms. Ellison had on a long sleeved blouse,
pleated skirt, full slip, bra and panties.  She left her
hosiery on.  Ms. Barr had on a tan business suit.
Under the jacket she had on a teal blouse with a
matching amethyst broach and ear rings.  Under the
skirt were a girdle, nylons and lacy panties.  I enjoyed
watching them and admiring the differences in their
bodies.  Opel's body is full and comfortable.  Ms.
Ellison's body is trim and physically fit.  Her breasts
are about a 36-C, and firm.  Ms. Barr's body is slim
enough that you can see her ribs, and her hip bones
stand out.  Her breasts are no more than a 34-B.

	I had to taste their beasts right away.  Ms.
Ellison's body had a natural smell of soap and a light
scent of flowers.  Ms. Barr smelled of a strong
perfume, where Mommy Opel smelled strongly of
sweat.  I loved eating each of their pussies.  The
three of them probed, prodded, poked, and licked
every inch of my body.  I was in heaven.

	Before the party was over I called Jackie and
invited her to join the party.  It was fun watching
Jackie fuck our teachers with that big black dildo.

	I didn't care who knew that I was a pussy eating
bitch.  There were all manner of girls and women
seeking me out to have sex with.



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