Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 15:02:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Black Submissive (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, WS Dom, g/F...)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women.
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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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