That night Ellen went into her room and emerged a short time later wearing only a large
tee shirt that barely covered her butt. Marge was watching TV when Ellen came into the
room and sat across from her. Giving Ellen a covert look, Marge saw that in spite of her
small breasts, she had a nice curvy figure, but she looked soft. Marge wasn’t a fan of
bodybuilding for women, but she did use the gym herself to keep her muscles toned.
“Do you ever work-out, Ellen?” she asked the girl.
“God no! What for?”
“To make yourself look good and to feel good,” Marge answered.
“I look good enough,” Ellen answered. “My boyfriend was going to get me some modeling
gigs, but then good ol’ mom tossed me out. I could be a model you know.”
“No, you couldn’t,” Marge said. “Not really, Ellen. Maybe for some gothic publication or
something akin to it. No photographer wants a model with all the hardware you’re wearing.
Also you have to be in good physical shape to model. I’m certain you would need good skin
and muscle tone.”
“Bull shit,” Ellen snapped. “Marcus said he could fix me up with a guy he knows. Skin
shots, but what the hell. Wouldn’t have been the first time I did nudies. Marcus said I’d
make some serious dough. He said I would be doing fuck videos real soon. He said he could
get me some good gigs.”
“Maybe so,” Marge said. She was shocked again at the girl’s direct disclosure. “Most
legitimate photographers want a nice clean figure to work with.” She was just guessing
because she knew nothing of the photography or modeling business. It just seemed any
photographer would want some woman with every part of her body adorned with rings and
studs. Through the thin shirt, Marge could make out the nipple rings Ellen wore. “You
said you’ve done nudes before?”
“Yeah, some. Marcus and some of his buddies took pictures of me. Want to see them?” Marge
nodded. Not because she doubted the girl, but out of curiosity. Ellen was soon back with
a small photo album.
“You promise you won’t tell mom?” Ellen asked before handing it to Marge. Marge agreed
not to tell. She flipped through the photos with her eyes getting larger with each shot;
topless to start and each photo getting increasingly more risqué. The last dozen
or so photos showed Ellen having sex with a black man.
“That’s Marcus,” Ellen said looking over Marge’s shoulder. “He’s a fucking machine.”
“Is he the one your mother caught you with?” Marge said her mouth dry.
“Yeah, mom and dad are big fuckin’ bigots. They don’t like black dudes. Especially Mom. I
think she was raped by some nigger back when. She never said, but that’s what I think.
Hell, maybe she wanted to be fucked, but they wouldn’t. Who knows?”
“How old were you when these were made?” Marge asked for something to say.
“The first tame ones were a couple years ago. The last ones are pretty new. Couple months
ago. Marcus and me got together last winter so it’s been since then.”
“How did you meet Marcus? He looks older than you by several years.”
“He is. He’s a grown man, nearly thirty. I met him at a party at a friend’s house,” Ellen
said. “He came up to me and said, ‘you and me, cunt. Upstairs in a bedroom. We need to be
fuckin’. He took my hand and put it on his cock and I fell in love. We went upstairs and
found a room not being used and he fucked me good. He told me later that I was his bitch
and I guess I was.”
“So it was you and this Marcus?” Marge said still looking at the photos of her niece
being fucked by a big hard black cock.
“Oh yeah,” Ellen said with a giggle. “Me and Marcus and his buddies. I fucked whoever
Marcus said to fuck. They are all grown men and it was a lot better than the boys I had
been dating. I got a lot of black cock until mom pulled the plug on me. The bitch,” she
added without any real heat.
“Ellen, didn’t you talk to your parents about…this?”
“Oh hell no,” Ellen said. “Mom didn’t want to and all dad ever said was for me not to
bring reproach on them. Whatever the fuck that means. The reason I’m talking to you is,
mom said your were a slut, so I guess that makes it easy for me.”
“A what? A slut?” Marge stammered. “What did she mean? I didn’t know them until I married
your uncle Howard.”
“Mom said she knew you in college and you were a real hot to trot slut,” Ellen said. “If
it’s okay, I’m going to bed now.”
Later Marge lay in bed racking her brain trying to remember Susan from school. She had no
recollection of ever meeting her in college. “I am not a slut,” she said to herself
several times. Maybe she had been a little bit promiscuous, but that was a long time ago.
She finally got out of bed and located her college yearbooks and found that Susan was
there and a year ahead of her. She got back in bed thinking that Ellen’s mother may have
known what she was talking about. She had not enjoyed a spotless reputation back then.
Sleep was a long time coming for Marge.
***
Marge woke up with no feeling of being refreshed. She had dreamed some of the erotic
dreams that had plagued her since talking to Dottie the streetwalking whore. Now the dream
man had a face. It had been Ellen’s boyfriend, Marcus’ face on the hugely endowed man.
She lay for a while trying to formulate a plan for handling Ellen. The only thing she
came up with was going to the gym. At least it was something positive. It took a lot of
persuading, but she finally prevailed and they went to the gym.
Since Ellen was in such poor physical shape, Marge got her a personal trainer. Even so,
Ellen complained long and loud. She did the first day and everyday after that for the next
two weeks. Marge noticed when Ellen stopped complaining.
“Getting easier?” she asked Ellen. That question got only a grunt from Ellen. They were
lying side by side getting a massage. “Come on, Ellen,” Marge persisted. “You’re getting
in great shape. It’s easier now, isn’t it?”
“Some,” the muffled voice came back. “I don’t hurt so much now. How long I got to do this
shit?”
“A while longer. We’ll back off to a couple times a week.” That announcement got her
another grunt.
Later that morning Marge made Ellen a deal. She agreed to buy Ellen some new clothes if
Ellen agreed to lose the facial piercing. Ellen argued, but the prospects of shopping for
clothes won the day. After the shopping they finished the day in a beauty shop. Ellen
emerged a blonde and Marge came away with no gray showing in her natural auburn hair.
After the beauty treatment they admired each other. Marge was astonished at the
transformed girl. Ellen was beautiful with her stylish blonde hair and make-up that wasn’t
black or purple and without the rings and studs.
“Damn, Marge,” Ellen said looking at Marge. From the first day, Ellen never called Marge
aunt, and Marge hadn’t insisted on it. “You look ten years younger without all that ugly
gray hair. You got a good figure, too. I wish I had knockers as big as yours.” Marge
waited for the rest of it, but Ellen was apparently through commenting. Marge thanked her
and they went home.
Ellen tried on all the new purchases and modeled them for Marge. Marge thought her taste
in clothing needed some work, but all in all they weren’t too outrageous.
“Boy, I wish Marcus could see me now,” Ellen said admiring herself in the mirror. “He’d
go ape shit. His big old dick would sure get hard. Not that he ever got really soft.”
“Always ready, huh?” Marge asked.
“You said it,” Ellen said. “He was ready to fuck, morning, noon, or all night. Same for
his friends, too.”
“Surely he had to rest sometime,” Marge said.
“You’d think so,” Ellen said with a laugh. “But no, not much. He could shoot off and just
keep on keeping on.” In spite of herself Marge was impressed with his alleged capability,
but she had never met a man that could just keep going. “You ever get it on with a black
dude?” Marge had to admit she hadn’t. There was one black man in college that almost got
her. If he hadn’t gotten sick, he would have. Marge remembered how disappointed she had
been. That was the last man she had dated before Howard appeared in her life.
“It’s true, you know,” Ellen’s voice jerked her back to the present. “Once you go black,
you won’t go back. After I hooked up with Marcus I didn’t even look at a white man. I did
fuck a Jap once. Some friend of a friend of Marcus’. He didn’t have much of a dick, but
the little fucker had a lot of energy. T-bone had to pull him off me after an hour.”
“Who is T-bone?”
“He’s a friend of Marcus,” Ellen said. “Bigger than any of the others. Big cock, too.
T-bone is a mean son of a bitch. He liked to ram his cock in my ass just to hear me yell.
You like it in your ass?”
Marge was unprepared for the question. Did she? It had been a long time since she had
anal sex. All the way back to her wilder days before Howard. Howard wouldn’t even consider
it even after she suggested it.
“I used to like it,” she said. “Best that I can remember,” she added with a laugh.
One thing that had become apparent was that Ellen hadn’t a speck of modesty. She paraded
around their apartment as naked as a jay-bird and relished her nudity. Marge watched as
Ellen stripped and put on another outfit.
“Do I look hot in this?” Ellen asked. She was wearing a pair of low-rider jeans and a
middy shirt that showed off her bellybutton ring. The rings in her nipples were also
visible. Marge admitted she was smoking hot.
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