Chapter 8
WHITE POSSEE LYNCHERS FOR A BLACK LOVER
It was a sweltering hot day in Lincoln, Alabama, on the day of August 28, 1965. At the stroke of noon, a hush fell over the streets. Men, women, and children stopped and gazed with a sickening terror toward the end of Washington Street. An old Model-T Ford bumped and rattled down the center of the road -tied to the bumper of that vehicle was the body of a black man. The driver of the car rang a bell, tolling a warning to all blacks that Jimmy Joe Brown was dead at last.
"That ain't Jimmy Joe them white folks is draggin'. Jimmy Joe would not let the white men catch him," a little black boy said to his grandmother.
"I don't know, boy. That looks like Jimmy Joe they's draggin' . . . "
"Naw, mamma. Jimmy Joe was a brave black man. They may kill the man-but I don't believe they can just kill a spirits-"
"Smart boy, ain't ya?"
Jimmy Joe Brown's body was dragged down Washington Street to the city square. There, a group of men cut the body free from the bumper. After all the dragging, somehow Jimmy Joe still breathed. He was taken to the center of the square.
"Lord, have mercy! Looka' there-go head on, Jimmy Joe! The nigger is still breathin'. Sure hard to kill a nigger ain't it?"
The black citizens, for whom the protest demonstration was intended, gathered around the city square to see if there was any justice for the black people. When they saw the white men string Jimmy Joe up on a cross, the blacks knew there was no justice . . . especially when just before lighting the fire under Jimmy Joe's feet-they hacked off his penis-the chunk of meat dropped into the fire and the good white citizens gave a joyous cheer. For a moment, the bright day was overcast, but only for a moment-those things that were bright and shiny turned gray.
What was Jimmy Joe Brown's crime? He had allegedly raped a white woman.
Jimmy Joe Brown had once been a bad-assed nigger! Jimmy Joe believed that the mind and spirit of man always stayed young. The body was what grew old, the spirit didn't have any age. So Jimmy Joe grew up-until the white man killed him-trumped on his body, but not his spirit-feeling free. As free as a black man-child can be down in ole Alabama. Jimmy Joe just loved to be bad for the sheer joy it brought his soul. He rejoiced in kicking people's asses! Any people's asses. Although he really meant no harm. He thought everyone was into his trip. When you are free, everything you do is just for "kicks." Freedom is having nothing else to do, he guessed.
It was Jimmy Joe's haphazard attitude toward life that triggered the events which are known in Lincoln, Alabama, as the "Saga Of Jimmy Joe."
The events lasted from July 6, 1964 to August 28, 1965. During which time the good citizens witnessed a wave of terror and crimes, and bloodshed-that struck fear into the hearts of every man, woman and child . . .
There were several events that had led to Jimmy Joe's unfortunate date with destiny.
Emma Jean Wilson was a bad little white gal. Everybody knew that she was the child of Satan. Her punishment for having been born to wealth, was to have the flesh of the devil. All the money, class, and breeding, were not enough to cool down her temperature.
Emma Jean was such a slut, flies wouldn't light on her. Although only fourteen years old, Emma Jean was already the village whore. She would meet men in town, lure them into the woods and go down on them. Sucking cock was Emma Jean's favorite pastime. Emma Jean would suck your cock tonight but the next day in town, she'd spit on you!
Jimmy Joe wanted to screw Emma Jean just because so many white men had fucked her. He felt he had the best prize of all, a big, fat dick that would jar her soul open. Naw, Emma Jean hadn't had any real fucking, not so she'd know it . . .
Emma Jean's mommy sold her to Harry Okker because there were fourteen other children. Emma Jean was the prettiest, so they sold her into marriage, for a cow, three chickens, six hundred dollars and two pigs!
Jimmy Joe was a curious cuss. He wondered how in the hell old Harry Okker was gonna fuck young Emma Jean. Shit, just a taste of her hot stuff would give the old man a heart seizure. Everybody in town was betting the marriage wouldn't last. They all said that Emma Jean would be back out in the woods fucking the horse in two days. The old men said they knew Harry Okker, and, old cuss or not, he had ways of keeping a young gal tied down.
Jimmy Joe wanted to see for himself. One night, he slipped out to their cabin. It was in the summertime and all the windows were open. He heard the crickets chirping as he peeked into the back room where they slept. Old Harry Okker was standing naked, all except for his drawers. Emma Jean was in front of him with her underwear on. They were just getting ready to fuck.
"C'mon over here, honey," he said, "and let old Harry teach yuh a thing or two." As he said that, Emma walked over to him.
Harry just sat there and stared at all of that loveliness-oozing in how good it looked to him. It looked good to Jimmy Joe, too. He was outside the window, knowing that if the white man caught him peeking, he would cut off his nuts. So, it must have been pretty sexy for him to stay there and watch. Emma was the very first white woman that he had seen naked.
Hmmm, what the white man was getting!
Little Emma Jean looked good enough to eat. He dug the way her ass spilled out of her drawers, her cheeks rosy and pink. Her thighs were nice and round, and the drawers choked them off. Her center was delicious looking oozing creamy goodness. A cunt that would make a man cry-just being two feet away from it. He could tell the way Emma Jean shook her stuff, that it was good twat. Her ass shook like Jello, which meant there was a lot of cream filling her buttocks.
Harry kissed down the front of Emma Jean's body until she was too weak to stand up. He made her walk across the room while he jacked himself off. He said to her, "Make that ass shake, baby gal. Yuh remember that yuh is my wife now. I want yuh to mind what I tell yuh."
Emma Jean obeyed and tried to make her tender ass rotate while standing directly in front of Harry. All of her young meat churned like a motorboat. Then Harry got up and grabbed a handful to slow her down a bit.
"That's it, now, turn around, gal, so I can see it good."
She turned and Harry spread her legs apart and inserted a finger. "Ohhhh, that hurts a little bit, Mister Harry," she said and panted, and squatted lower, with his hands doing a pumping motion. All the while he still held his penis. Semen squished over her pretty thighs. Looking down at his long pecker apparently sent her into convulsions.
"It's about time I gave you some of this. Yuh is old enough now," Harry said.
Emma Jean nodded, "Mister Harry, it looks too nasty, though."
"Nonsense, gal. A man's prick ain't nasty. It's fer yuh little girls. Now lie down over there on the bed."
It was more or less their honeymoon. Jimmy Joe had never seen a white man jug any gal that young before. A grown man fucking a baby child, like he was taking advantage of a premature female who did not know what it was all about. Old Harry was really lucky to be the first man to put a dick to Emma Jean regularly.
Harry took off his drawers. He could have screwed an elephant with the monster thing he had between his legs. His big, old body twisted down into Emma Jean's willowy thighs and up against her fluff.
"Oh, goddamn, but yuh sure is a hot youngster. Oweee, it's stinkin' good."
Emma Jean got a frightened look on her face, then her eyes lit up just waiting for his dick to push into her cunt.
Jimmy Joe shot off in his britches, seeing all the perverted things the old man did to Emma Jean.
After that one night, Jimmy Joe was more determined than ever to have Emma Jean for himself. But there was an unwritten law in the South that black men did not mess with white women, and if caught, the black man was strung up to the nearest tree.
That did not keep Jimmy Joe from reckless eyeballin'. He went on watching Emma Jean. Some days he would pass Harry's house and see her outside hanging up clothes. Emma Jean was very uninhibited and wore thin cotton dresses. Standing in the sunlight, Jimmy Joe could see the silhouette of her body through the thin cotton fabric. Emma Jean didn't wear drawers, either.
Jimmy Joe watched Emma Jean daily.. He realized that he was near the point of raping Emma Jean; like thousands of other black men were supposedly doing in the South. What was so special about white women? He kept a hard-on the entire day and sometimes it swelled so big, he couldn't take a simple piss! He even quit fucking the regular die-hards-saving it for little sexy Emma Jean.
Every two days or so, Emma Jean would visit Dorothy Turner, a white widow lady who had been married to a wealthy man. Her husband had suffered a stroke, they say, but rumor had it that Dorothy put glass into his daily meals. That was a thing widely practiced in the South. A lot of slaves used to murder their slave master that way. Dorothy was plenty smart because she got every dime of her late husband's money, and she was staying there only until her lawyers cleared up the legal mess. But in the meanwhile, she was about to go crazy with the lack of something constructive to do. Dorothy was about twenty-four years old and she and Emma Jean had a lot in common. Emma Jean wanted to see the big city, the bright lights and Dorothy knew all about it.
Dorothy Turner was not an ordinary woman, not by a long shot. In fact, everyone was drawn to her. To look upon her face was to want to stick a cock in her cunt. Altogether, she looked as if she was carrying a heavy load. The first time Jimmy Joe met her, she stared him down. Dorothy did not seem to see blackness. It did not upset her that he was a black person. Instead, her attention was drawn to the big bulge between Jimmy Joe's legs. Jimmy Joe did not miss that. And his eyes went up and down the front of Dorothy Turner's body. "Owee! Sure would like to stick a little dick to that fine heifer! Now there's a white woman I sure would like to ball."
Jimmy Joe's penis had cause to get horny for Dorothy Turner. She was indeed a sexy bitch. There was something classic about her, the way city-bred, high-class women look. Like the pictures you see in those big-time magazines from New York City. His eyes ate Dorothy Turner up-looking at her tilting buds of tits and her flat stomach where her jeans divided and made her flowing curves look all the more provocative; the hips wider, rounder. The jeans were pulled over the center of her cunt, covering a large mound; one of softness and bushy hairs. Jimmy Joe could tell that she had a fat pussy, not firm, and he imagined there would be a lot of hairs, which was why her bulge appeared so fluffy.
And what blew Jimmy Joe's mind; he heard Dorothy Turner ask the store clerk what his name was.
So, naturally, he became curious as to why Emma Jean was seeing so much of Dorothy Turner all the time. One day he didn't do his chores and went to Dorothy Turner's house.
Her house was real cool because it was outside of town and there was a river running right in back of it, and tall trees to shade it well. No one hardly came there to bother her, so he felt safe going right up to the window to take a good look at what was happening inside. They weren't in the front room so he had to sneak around to the back of the house. They were in the bedroom. Dorothy Turner was just standing up and unbuttoning her blouse, thinking that it was time to make a move towards her prey. "Hey, honey, I'm gonna git comfortable. How 'bout yo'self? It's so damn hot and sticky in here."
He saw her eyes cut to the bosom of Emma Jean's stupendous pointing tits. It was really cool the way Dorothy worked on Emma Jean's titties; she knew that Emma Jean was somewhat ashamed of her own small tits, so she pretended that they were the sweetest-tasting boobs ever. Dorothy ran her right hand up the center of the small melons and spread her fingers, the fingers clasping over one breast. She pulled downward as though the tit was a balloon and the pressure made Emma Jean's tit swell up and her nipple enlarge.
While Dorothy fondled her breasts, she was saying things in Emma Jean's ear, kissing down along her neck, making her throw back her head and shut her eyes in ecstasy!
That afternoon was the first time Jimmy Joe had seen two women screw each other. He watched, fascinated by the way they seemed to eat each other up. He didn't see how a pussy could shoot off with a dick inside it. Dorothy and Emma Jean solved that problem, because Dorothy put her cunt on top of Emma Jean's and they rubbed together. They ground their clitorises together until they had an orgasm. It was sexy the way Dorothy Turner screamed and threw back her head and grunted profanities ! It sure did look as if it was good to her.
When they finished fucking cunt to cunt, they did it with their mouths. Dorothy sat on the side of the bed and finger-fucked Emma Jean for a real long time. Then she bent her head down and nibbled the long clit. Emma Jean's clit was a long, stretchy-pink piece of meat. It stretched out from her pussy like a piece of rubber. Dorothy would pull and let it pop back! Jimmy Joe knew that had to be good because when he finger-fucked a bitch, she climbed the walls.
Jimmy Joe had to let it all lay for the time being. Until he figured out some way to get Emma Jean alone.
Jimmy Joe was Mister Charlie's boy, which meant he worked for an important white man. Charlie Pepper, the richest honky in Lincoln. Therefore, Jimmy Joe was Mister Pepper's boy. Jimmy Joe was the only black man in town who did as he damn well pleased. No one dared mess with Mister Pepper's boy.
Jimmy Joe and Mister Pepper had a deep friendship-Jimmy Joe was Pepper's ticket into nigger town. Nigger town sat one mile on the other side of the tracks.
Pepper was proud of Jimmy Joe in one other aspect: his young buck had the longest dick in Lincoln County. And masculinity played a very important part to the locals.
On July 9th, the body of a five-year-old blond-haired girl was found by Crescent River. The little girl had been sexually assaulted and then strangled. She was left on the river bank, naked, and with a belt around her neck. And any time a white female was found murdered, blacks were accused.
"That poor young thing was ripped through and through-whoever the nigger was, he had to have the all-time king-size cock in the county!" A judge and jury were not needed in Lincoln County. They had their own kind of justice.
They went looking for Jimmy Joe. Mr. Pepper stood up for his boy. He told the mob that Jimmy Joe had been with him on the night of the rape-over at widow Stewart's house.
Things quieted down and the black people stayed inside their shacks. It was always better to wait out the storm. Blacks knew that some peckerwood had raped that child and lay the blame on a brother.
Jimmy Joe-the free spirit-did not let any man put a curfew on his time. He continued to stalk pussy in the dead of night as always.
High noon, two days after the raped little girl had been found, Emma Jean went skinny-dipping alone in Crescent River. What she did not know was that Jimmy Joe had been there when she arrived. He was sleeping in the sun up on the bank in back of some trees.
Ironic enough, Emma Jean was thinking of
Jimmy Joe out there splashing in the water. Everybody was all disturbed about that five-year-old gal getting ripped off. One of them sexy niggers had done it-them with those long cocks! Shit, she bet it was hell sitting on one of them poles. She wasn't gonna let no nigger ever fuck her-and mess up her sweet stuff. The white men who had fucked her, all said her pussy was too good for a black dick. Emma Jean believed that. Although that nigger Jimmy Joe was good to see. Dorothy Turner had asked about him; which meant Jimmy Joe must have something on the ball she didn't know about. It did seem kind of stupid to let a city bitch come into Lincoln County and get the biggest dick there. Dorothy didn't have any hang-up about what color a dick was. All she cared about was getting the job done. Emma Jean told herself that it was time she thought that way. Being married to old Harry was just a tease. All he did was suck over her ass and eat her pussy. She was a young, growing girl and she should have a hard cock to play with. That was normal.
Hell, parents bought little boys dogs to grow up with. Emma Jean thought it was only right little girls should have a dick to keep them out of mischief. She would enjoy getting into some mischief with Jimmy Joe, all right! He made her pussy bubble. The way he looked at her with those greedy eyes. Why that dirty sonofa-gun, to look at a girl with such lust and let her know it, had to be confidence. She liked a man who was sure of himself. The way he looked at her legs told Emma Jean that he would go the distance with her. Although he did not look like a cunt-sucker, she was sure he desired to please. She had heard most black studs did.
Was she crazy? What was she thinking about fucking a black man for. They would run her out of town if they found out she had long-dicked some nigger. Especially Jimmy Joe. In the South, it was thought a disgrace if a girl was fucked with a long, huge penis-and could still walk. Jimmy Joe must have a cock about a foot long-she could tell by the way he moved. The way his body was muscular and slender; slender men seemed to always have the longest cocks!
There was no sense in kidding herself, Jimmy Joe's sexy stares had gotten to her. He had made her panties drip with premature come, reading his thoughts. She had yet to meet a man who said so explicitly what he would like to do with his sticker. He was the kind of nigger who would be sweet and gentle to start. Then come down into himself and grow brutal and ram all the dick he had! He was the type to fuck old ladies and crippled goats! Young or old, he looked as if he could go to town on any piece of ass! He looked as if he might have known how badly she suffered. How each day her pussy was tortured, wanting and not being able to have. To see strong handsome men on the street, strutting, with their cocks banging away in their jeans, and more than ready to ball. Yet, her inner conscience forbade her to slut that way now that she was married.
Emma Jean splashed around on the surface for a while, then ducked under the water. While submerged, she gapped open her legs and rubbed her pussy. She stretched the lips open so the water could gush against her clitoris. This was Emma Jean's favorite way of masturbating. It felt so good to have the cold water rushing between her thighs. She enjoyed seeing how her titties could float on the water.
She came up for a breath of air. She looked down at her tits, sweet as ripe peaches. They floated and jiggled with the wave of the water. Then she looked up toward the shore and saw Jimmy Joe. Jimmy Joe had his back turned. He was taking a piss-evidently he didn't know anyone was around.
"Hey, boy! Yuh git on away from here. Stop that pissin'! What's wrong with yuh-yuh can't be pissin' in broad daylight!" Emma Jean waded up to the bank.
She had scared the hell out of Jimmy Joe. He whirled around with his dick still in his hands.
Emma Jean came ashore, swishing her fat ass, and buck naked. She flicked the water from her face and pulled the hair from her eyes. She stood there, showing this black man all there was to see. She was curious as to how he would react. Then she noted the huge piece of black meat in his hands-and that quickly Jimmy Joe had taken her game from her.
"Where did you come from?"
"I was here first. I was out yonder in the river swimming. Why was yuh peeking at me?
Don't yuh know you ain't supposed to see no naked white woman?"
"I was here first. I was sleepin' up there on the bank . . . "
"How come yuh don't like me, Jimmy Joe?"
"Who said I didn't like you?"
"I see the way you look at me. Yuh like that Dorothy Turner, don't you? She speaks highly of yu', too . . . both of y'all oughta git together . . . "
"Why don't yuh put yo' clothes on? "
"Why don't yuh leave? What's the matter, yuh can't take it . . . "
"Yuh ain't that hot-"
"Shit, yuh ain't never had no white woman. Yuh don't even know what's good-"
"It ain't good for me to be standin' here-"
"Yuh wouldn't know what to do with it if I did give yuh some."
"There ain't but one thing you can do to pussy-"
Emma Jean picked up her drawers and stepped into them. She spread her legs and yanked them up hard over the crotch. Then came a devilish look to her eyes.
"Take out yo' dick and let me see it," she said and looked at him with dreamy eyes. "I bet yo' dick is ashamed to be seen by me, ain't it?"
"Yuh better stop needlin' me . . . "
Emma Jean cocked her head, folded her arms, and put her weight on one leg. "Yuh know, I can make yuh do anythin' I so please. If I want ta. Yuh know that, don't yuh, boy
. . . all I got to do is jus' holla' and yuh is in trouble . . . "
Jimmy Joe held his head back and looked down his nose at this sumptuous little bitch. He had not planned on this. He had thought seeing his dick might have made her hot enough to fuck. But now she was putting shit in the game. Compulsive fucking was for the birds -he was a free spirit.
"C'mon, Jimmy Joe, let's see it. Everybody's always talkin' about how much man yuh is. I'm gonna count to three an' yuh better have yo' dick out!"
Jimmy Joe looked around and decided to go along with her. He unbuckled and unzipped. The black piece of meat fell out of his fly and bounced back up like a yo-yo.
"Hmmm, boy! Yuh nasty ol' thang, yuh! Whatcha doin' with a thang that size . . . "
"Okay, I got to go now . . . "
"Yuh'll go when I tell yuh to go. Yuh jus' stand there an' be still. How would yuh like to have someone suck that thang for yuh? "
"I gotta go now."
Emma Jean walked up to him. There was a smile on her lips as she slowly wet them. She stood in front of him, her naked tits pricking his hairy chest. She was so close, Jimmy Joe couldn't breathe. She stared into his eyes, daring him to move, while her fingers worked below and touched his cock. Her lingers measured the length first. Then she wrapped one fist around it and yanked. He took a deep breath and withstood the pain. She was like a cat, curious now. Then she put two fists around the shaft and milked it until the crown rose up.
She moved in closer and stuck his stiff cock between her legs. She wiggled her ass, lifting one hip and then the other. It was see-saw action and she was sitting her buttocks on a draw-bridge.
"Oweee, boy. Yo' dick can go all the way through my legs." She reached one arm in back and pulled his crown through her crack. Then his penis wrapped around her lower right thigh-like a lone tentacle of an octopus.
The elephant trunk of a penis, pulled the thigh into his middle, and he grinded back. She stopped and snapped, "Whatcha doin', boy? I didn't say yuh could rub against me. I told yuh to jus' be still . . . didn't I?"
"Yes, ma'am . . . I gonna be still . . . as still as yuh want me . . . "
"Don't yuh move now," she said, going down to her knees.
She lifted his penis in both hands. It stretched in her open palms and she licked the tip. The penis stirred and wiggled and the crown turned red. She stuck the tip of her tongue into the eye of the crown. She sucked hard and slimy semen spurted out.
"Yuh is a nasty mother-fucker, ain't yuh?" she smiled and looked up at him. When he saw the sexy blue eyes and the blond hair cascading over her face-he shot off a glob of semen.
It no sooner hit her palm, before she had swooped it up into her pretty mouth.
"I got to tell yuh somethin', boy . . . yuh got the best-lookin' dick I done seen . . . "
"Thank yuh, ma'am . . . but yuh better be careful. In fact, yuh oughta let me go now . . . "
"Not until I suck it."
Emma Jean was just about to take the crown in her mouth-when there was a loud voice behind them.
"All right, git yo' hands up, nigger!"
"Don't move or we'll blow yo' head off!"
Three white men stood on the rise with shotguns pointed at Jimmy Joe. "We caught yuh dead 'n the act, this time. We gonna teach yuh niggers yuh can't go 'round makin' our white women suck yo' dicks! We gonna string yuh up, boy!"
Emma Jean scurried away to put on the rest of her clothes, using her arm to wipe away the come from Jimmy Joe's dick.
"Wait a minute, just a second. Yuh got this wrong. I wasn't doin' what y'all think. She asked to see my-"
"-yuh jus' a lie, too! I did not!" Emma Jean screamed with her eyes ablaze.
"What?" exclaimed Jimmy Joe.
"He told me if I didn't suck his nasty dick for him, he'd cut my pussy with a straight razor. I'm sure glad yuh came along when yuh did. Y'all ain't much menfolks if yuh let wild niggers run rampant, molestin' us women!"
"Emma Jean is right. We oughta kill this nigger right here on the spot . . . "
"Wait a minute, that's Pepper's boy. Don't yuh work for Mister Pepper, boy?"
"That's right!" Jimmy Joe said proudly.
"We'd better take this nigger on into town. The sheriff will deal with 'im. Besides, yuh know the sheriff ain't gonna stop us from roast-in' this nigger when we get ready. Come on, nigger!"
Jimmy Joe was taken to town and thrown into jail. Within one hour there was a lynch mob outside, crying for his blood. But Jimmy Joe still believed there was justice. He thought of himself as being a man, and not completely black. He was a man first.
He had no fear his life would be taken until the sheriff lay the rape of the five-year-old girl on him, too. They intended to clean up the backlogs of crimes on him. Jimmy Joe did get a little worried and asked for his boss, Mister Pepper, to come to his defense.
Mister Pepper sent word back to the jail-house that he was out of town. And just by coincidence, he had just hired a new boy. Jimmy Joe knew he was in trouble then.
In a moment of panic, Jimmy Joe snatched a deputy's shotgun, blasted two times and leaped through the window!
By the time the men raced out into the street, there was no sign of Jimmy Joe.
The church bell tolled and a posse was formed. The hound dogs were brought from the kennel and given Jimmy Joe's scent. The manhunt for Jimmy Joe began. Every house in the black community was searched. The dogs picked up Jimmy's Joe's scent just outside of Niggertown. It led them to Crescent River where they found no other signs.
Jimmy Joe had known the dogs would be sent after him. He escaped as far as Crescent River. He pushed a dry log into the middle of the river and floated downstream for five miles to King County.
For the next three days the crimes of Jimmy Joe rioted the people. Two middle-aged white widows claimed a lone black man rose out of the night-with an axe-and forced them to submit sexually.
Jimmy Joe had many friends throughout Lincoln and King County. They hid him from the law. Two white hunters were found shot to death at Lookout Pass. Townsfolk claimed no one else could have done it but Jimmy Joe.
What had really happened-the two hunters stumbled upon each other in the night. They both thought they saw a black man and panicked. They shot each other to death in the crossfire at someone they only thought was there.
This was a sign of things to come. A bank in Lincoln was robbed of thirty-five thousand dollars. Although the armed bandits wore hoods, their white hands were seen. And yet witnesses swore it was Jimmy Joe and some of his friends.
Jimmy Joe became the most sought-after black outlaw in the state of Alabama's history. The law officers made speeches on the radio and television, calling for law and order, and the apprehension of Jimmy Joe. A reward was put on Jimmy Joe's head, dead or alive.
White folks knew that they had to put down this terror fast. Other black men might follow Jimmy Joe's example and rise up in numbers.
That thought struck fear in the hearts of men and women throughout the state. Folks began to lock their doors at night. They kept a closer check on their children, and there was a gun in each house. Storekeepers were ordered not to sell arms to blacks.
The Klansmen fought back in their own style. They indiscriminately raped and killed black women for the fun of it. Two nights consecutively, Klansmen stormed Niggertown. The third night they returned to find that Jimmy Joe and a band of black rebels were waiting with guns.
The shoot-out lasted ten hours. The state troopers had to be flown in. The black rebels retreated, but the story of how they withstood the siege of the white army spread like wildfire. Young black men left home to join up with Jimmy Joe. The black man was fighting back at last, and they wanted to be there.
Black folks dug up old guns they had buried in the back yard, and hidden in coffee cans, and passed them to Jimmy Joe's raiders.
Jimmy Joe and a band of fifty men raided Camp Pixon and confiscated enough arms for a company of soldiers. They were ready then and fell back into the hills to learn to soldier.
Then Jimmy Joe went into action. He robbed three banks in the course of one week. He divided the money and put it back into the backwoods to the poor black people. He bombed city hall and busted into the jail and freed all black prisoners. He struck again two days later on Olson Prison Farm and freed the black and white chain gangs. The white prisoners decided to stay with Jimmy Joe because they would neither be wanted, nor accepted back in the lily-white society. At least, with Jimmy Joe, they would get three square meals a day, and no worry about the law. The law didn't dare fuck with Jimmy Joe now.
Deputy Jules Reed and Clem Book were conducting a search party. They had three dogs with them, trying to pick up new signs of Jimmy Joe.
"We ain't never gonna find them niggers. They's hid out there in Rocky Mountain Pass. No way you can get into that box canyon without losing men."
"We'll get 'em. My dogs will find 'em if they's in the state. They can't be in Rocky Mountain Pass-we got helicopters scoutin' up there. Naw, Jimmy Joe is somewhere around in these parts."
"Well-with that many men, yuh'd think we'd see 'em."
"Shame on yuh, Clem. Yuh know 'em niggers are like animals-they got that kind of instinct-they can jus' disappear. Jus' like scoutin' an injun."
They came upon a wood shack at the side of a hill.
Jules said, "I guess we better search that house, too, huh? Don't look like nobody lives there. It's all run -down . . . "
"Elmer Washington lives there. Ain't got no wife, jus' he an' his daughter, Hattie."
"Yuh don't mean Hattie Washington? That
H'l ol' sassy whore bitch who works at Lulu's roadhouse? That ain't her is it?"
"Yes, it is. None other!"
"I'll be damned! Hey, we had better look in on her, don't yuh think? I mean, being out here in the hot sun all day, lookin' for a jack-necked nigger, can make a man a bit hungry-"
"Yeah, an' we ain't talkin' 'bout food, right? Yeah! C'mon, let's pay our respects."
They walked up to the house.
"See if yuh can't get her to come out of the house. Let's take Hattie off inta' the woods and fuck her."
"Yeah-all right, it is kinda sexy that way. Them black gals likes to be treated like wild animals. Hattie, yuh 'n there? Come on out here, gal!"
Hattie appeared in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She only had on a thin white slip that outlined the contours of her body perfectly.
"What y'all want this time of day?"
"Yuh papa home, gal?"
"Naw-pa ain't been home for a week. Yuh know he's a drink'n' man."
"Come an' go with us, gal. We got somethin' to show yuh up the road apiece."
"Y'all come back some other time. I had a hard night last night. I don't want to be bothered now."
Jules cocked his rifle. "Come on, honey. We ain't got all day. Come on, and there won't be no trouble. Jus' do as we say."
Clem went to the house and took Hattie by the arm. He pulled her out into the yard. As he did so, he let his right hand drop to pinch her bubbly ass.
"Y'all got somethin' funny on yuh mind," grumbled Hattie, being led off into the forest.
They treaded through some bushes. Clem, who was behind Hattie, was having a fit. His eyes stayed glued to the way Hattie's high ass bumped up and down. They were big round balls of ass, and they jiggled with each step. She dropped her weight when the forward foot hit the ground, and the trailing leg let the ass ride up and down. A quiver of sensual motion that had Clem's dick bursting at the seams.
"Ah, shake that shit, mamma. Look here, Jules-this gal sure got some bumpers on her! Look how that ass of hers shakes up and down." Clem waited for Jules to catch up and they both stared down.
"Better cut that out. Y'all stop lookin' at my ass back there."
"We gonna do more than jus' look at it. Stop right there. This is far enough, ain't it, brother Clem?"
Clem put his rifle down and looked around. It was the perfect spot. There were tall green trees all around them and the tree tops served to make a covering. Clem went right up to Hattie and rubbed his dick on her round thighs.
"Wait a minute now, Clem. Who said yuh were gonna be first?"
"Ah, c'mon, Jules. Yuh fucked the bitch in town on Saturday nights a dozen times. I ain't!"
"Wait a minute," said Hattie. "Is this what y'all done brought me out here for? Ta get some free pussy? Yuh ain't getting no pussy for free, I'm tellin' yuh right now. A gal got to make a livin'. "
They looked at each other. Clem looked over Hattie's body. She didn't exactly look like a black nigger. Hattie must have been from New Orleans, because she was high yellow. She had reddish-brown hair that was parted in the middle. Her complexion was a golden caramel with freckles. She had big saucer-cup eyes and sexy eyelids. Her mouth was wide and puffy red; as if her lips were exclusively for sucking dick.
Hattie was short, which distributed her weight to make her look full and meaty. Her titties could be seen pushing out through the straps of her slip.
"Yuh gonna give us some, all right. We ain't got no money. We ain't got nothing but hard dicks . . . "
Clem came up behind Hattie and put his arm around her neck, and locked her tight. He pulled her back a little so that her ass was sitting on his leg. With his free hand, he rubbed her boobs into cones.
Seeing his pal touch Hattie's body turned Jules on. He stepped up and unzipped his pants. His long pole of a cock shot out and spurted juices on Hattie's belly.
Jules reached under her slip and grabbed a handful of pussy. He squeezed down and milked it until Hattie screamed in agony.
"Owee, shit, this gal is hot!"
"All black bitches are hot! Let's lay her down and get her out of this slip."
"Yuh dirty motherfuckers, y'all gonna take advantage of me. I wish I was a man. Y'all gonna have to beat me 'cause I don't work for free!"
Clem hit her across the mouth and Hattie fell down on the grass. "Now, I don't believe in women talkin' back to men, black or white. Now shut yo' mouth niggerwoman or I'm gonna put somethin' in it that's gonna gag yuh!"
"Yo' dick wouldn't gag a thimble! Yuh freakish white fag!"
Clem stomped her in the belly. Hattie threw up both arms and spread her legs. Clem bent down and shoved his hand into her slit. "Don't make me hurt yuh now, 'cause yuh much too pretty. I don't know how Jules is gonna fuck yuh, but I'm gonna put some age on that cunt of yers! Yuh believe that, bitch!"
Clem took off his jeans and crawled on top of Hattie. He tried to kiss her. She bit his lip and brought her knee up into his groin. Clem moaned and struggled to hold her still.
"Yuh ain't got no dick to fuck me with! Why don't yuh get up off me, yuh fag!"
Clem raised up just long enough to slap her across the mouth. "Lay still 'til I get this cock in yuh. I'm gonna show yuh!"
Jules came in back of Hattie and held her arms down. Clem was now free to stick it in her. He was already sweating, and his dick coiled down into her pussy like a corkscrew!
Hattie's body quaked a few times with the hideous pain, then she spit in Jules' face. It made Jules want her all the more. He gritted his teeth and started in fucking her for real.
He pumped her hard until his dick was slippery enough to fuck from any angle that he wanted. The black gal's pussy was red hot and sticky inside. Her walls seemed to cling to his shaft even as he was stroking in and out. Hattie's pussy hole had inside feelers that formed a suction cup. He could just lay his crown on the outer lips of her cove and the suction sucked his dick all the way up to her cervix. Good pussy. But then Hattie was a professional. Shit, with so many white dicks pumping her every Saturday, she had to know all the tricks. Hattie wasn't allowed to sell pussy to a black man in Lulu's place. The white men didn't want a big-dick black spoiling her good-time hole.
It wasn't long before Jules, the poop-butt, pooped his wad. He fell back, breathing hard and swearing to return and do better.
Clem took his time getting set. He rolled Hattie over on her stomach. He stroked her back up and down, and then patted her juicy butt hole. He barely touched her cheeks, and they trembled as though a storm was rumbling inside. He parted her legs and sat his ass down on one thigh. Then he put his dick just under her buttocks. When his tremendous cock popped in, Hattie gave a shrill yell. She buckled up into a knot, leaving her ass and cunt level with his straight arrow. He pierced her with it, too, right down the center core. He rang her chimes on the first stroke inside. He plugged into her electric system and Hattie automatically began to fuck him back. Hattie enjoyed it this way. She loved to watch the dogs fuck in the summertime-she found it quite romantic seeing fourteen dogs after one little female pooch . . .
It felt good to get it from the rear. She wiggled her ass back up for his strong fuck-she didn't like the mother-fucker, but he had a harder dick than Clem. She didn't want to hurt the other guy's feeling, but Jules didn't leave any stones unturned. He did a thorough job on her pussy. His dick was everywhere inside her, top, bottom, sides, middle, grinding, hunching, getting it for all he was worth. Then he did something that made Hattie shoot off.
He fucked her in rapid fire, driving up toward her windpipe, so hard that each hit jarred her head. Then as he was coming, he slowed down the fuck, to a gradual standstill-the sensation about to explode-even to the point where Hattie froze to get the good sensation-to wait for his semen to come spilling into her womb. But instead, Jules froze and then pissed inside her vagina!
"Oh, yuh mother-fucker, yuh! Yuh done pissed in my cunt!"
Hattie rolled over and fell back. Clem grabbed her and put her on top of his cock. "Jump up and down on it, baby. I like to see little gals fuck on top. Do it, mamma!"
There wasn't anybody around, so Hattie thought she would set this white cock on fire. No harm in enjoying herself. She twisted and wiggled until she got his dick exactly as she wanted it. She fitted down on the pole so it was tight up against her belly. She didn't want the cock sliding up and down. She just sat there and rocked from side to side. Every time she would rock, Clem would try his best to put some dick straight up in her.
Then Hattie reared straight up and began to dance on his dick. She popped her fingers and rolled her pussy on his pole. When she wanted it deeper, she leaned forward and spread her cunt. In no time at all, Clem had shot off a second time.
But Jules pushed Hattie back down on his cock. "Let me show yuh something, boy." Jules positioned himself in back of Hattie's ass while she was still over Clem's cock.
"What you doin'? "
"I'm fillin' up both yo' holes-that's what."
Hattie got it from both ends.
Both men fucked Hattie until they were exhausted. Then Clem, evil man that he was, called his dogs. He bent down and spoke into the biggest dog's ear. The dog wagged his tail and barked at Hattie. Hattie was just about to put her slip back on.
"Wait a minute, Hattie. Our dogs ain't fucked yet. They tell me that you screw dogs, so how 'bout givin' our dogs some."
"Yuh must be crazy!"
"Git that pussy, Jeff! Go get it, Butch!"
The two dogs barked and surrounded Hattie. Their jaws snapped her. Butch, the biggest dog, leaped upon Hattie and knocked her down. She tried to get up, but Jeff stood over her, growling. While Jeff threatened her, Butch sniffed between her legs.
"Git these dogs away from me!"
"Shut up, and yuh better not hurt those dogs!"
"That's right, Hattie-fuck 'em nice."
Hattie was helpless. She knew the dogs would snap her arm off if she didn't do what they wanted. The white men had trained the dogs to kiss, and evidently how to fuck females. Hattie rolled over, trying to get away. Butch leaped upon her ass with his front paws and barked. The bark sounded vicious, so Hattie froze. Then Butch's long red penis came into view-the dog knew that there was good pussy waiting. With his front paws on her ass, Butch pumped his prick until it made contact with Hattie's pussy.
It didn't take much for the prick to enter, and when it did, the dog growled deep in his throat. It was good pussy. Jeff, the other dog, heard the low growl and he howled. He got nervous and started jumping all over the place. The smell of pussy and prick was in the air, driving Jeff insane. He moved around watching Butch hump Hattie in the rear. Jeff seemed to be looking for some hole to plug. When he found none, he barked angrily in Hattie's face.
Clem and Jules sat on the ground, watching the dogs fuck Hattie. Clem brought out his whiskey bottle and they drank. Jules was leaning back against a tree when he heard a shot. Clem's head moved-and in that instant, the top of his body was blown away!
With the first shot still ringing in his ear, Jules leaped to his feet and tried to run. He had gotten no further than the center of the clearing when two shots hit him in the spine. He twisted and fell just short of where the dogs were still barking over Hattie. Two more shots were fired and the two dogs fell dead.
Hattie stood up, scared to death. Who was doing all the shooting? Then she saw Jimmy Joe and his men step into the clearing.
"Them dirty mother-fuckers! Yuh'll be all right now, Hattie. Yuh run on back home and forget about this. It's time we paid them peckerwoods back!
Emma Jean had been quiet since the disturbance began. Her husband, Harry, was pissed at her for being alone with Jimmy Joe at the river. Emma Jean kept trying to convince Harry that Jimmy Joe did not touch her. "He must have fucked you. Yuh too hot not to give it away to the first man who asks . . . "
"Yuh jus' pissed off because yuh can't fuck no more. All yuh can do is eat pussy. Hell, I should have fucked that nigger. Anything would be better than sufferin' in this here house with the likes of you." She caught her breath. "An' furthermore, one of these days I'm gonna give my pussy to some able-bodied man."
Harry had not fucked her in all that time. Emma Jean was ready to climb the wall. Although she felt badly about setting Jimmy Joe up that way, she still had herself to think of.
She tried to give her next-door neighbor some pussy, but his wife came home and spoiled it. She really had the old man going, too.
Everybody was nervous and jumpy with the killer niggers on the loose. Emma Jean wondered why Jimmy Joe had not come to fix her wagon. After all, she had started it all. By now that nigger was miles away from Lincoln. He wouldn't dare show his face in these parts.
One morning, Emma Jean got up feeling wicked. She wouldn't fix old Harry's breakfast. He cursed and went out to plow the fields.
Emma Jean got up and stood before the mirror. She threw off her nightgown and looked at her reflection. Thinking about Jimmy Joe had made her hot now. She wished the nigger would show up to rape her or something. Get rid of that itchy feeling she had inside her bowels.
Emma Jean freaked on herself. Like most women, she thought her body was the deciding factor to woo a man into bed. It strayed a little from her theory. Emma Jean believed it was in a woman's face. Her large almond-shaped, green eyes, gave her the look of a Southern tigress. The nose was elegantly shaped, the mouth wide, pouting at the corners, full, pink lips that implied so much. In all, she concluded that she was not bad to look upon. Men were suckers for that innocent, helpless stare. Invariably, she had found that men enjoyed being made to feel masculine by the sweet-purring whine of an eager-giving Southern belle.
Her tits, as her husband called them, were pretty good to look at, too. They even excited her, as she admired their images in the mirror. And she loved the way they were just heavy enough to make her notice how they jutted out in front of her.
A sensual smile crossed her lips as she lovingly cupped one and pricked a nipple. They spread with the burning fire inside them. Then she started to squeeze and pull the tit and the smile broadened. She looked into her eyes: "You devil you!"
Emma Jean turned her back to the mirror to see her ass. That was certainly one part of her body that men could not resist looking at. Her waistline was small and made her hips curvaceous, lending that well-rounded, pert appearance to her ass. Again, she thought herself lucky-while her buttocks were enormous pillows, and they trembled and shook all over the place, especially when she really strutted her stuff, they were still in proportion to the rest of her. Whenever she wore miniskirts, there was just the slightest hint of the enormous eclipse of her fat ass. She liked it that way. When she walked down Main Street, she could feel her cheeks shaking from side to side-giving off that friction inside the skirt. Oh, and shit, to wear silk, or rayon . . . really turned her on.
And the backs of her thighs gave her a charge, too. Her legs were long, and firm, still having that sexy resiliency. They were very well shaped and fleshy at the upper thighs where her panties squeezed taut over her cup -to show the bulge of her snatch. That was what the men in town had called her cunt-a little snatch box. In those days when she had necked in the woods, the first thing a guy grabbed was her shallow pussy! Foregoing everything else to get their fingers into her sticky slit. And she had grown rather fond of the name; her snatch box was pretty and complemented her beautiful legs.
Then she ran her hands to the insides of her thighs, grabbing a fistful of flesh, savoring how the softness felt in her own hands. Doing so, Emma Jean could imagine the pleasure it gave men to feel a woman up!
If only they knew. She shut her eyes before touching her center and imagined there was a huge, monstrous penis trying to push into her slit. She could feel the pain in her hole-gaping, contracting, and the hot flood of fluid seeping through her tunnel to wet her crotch. Her eyes shut tighter with the sensation, her little finger cocked and scratched at her clitoris. Through the silk panties, the excitement was magnified a hundred times-a tiny whimper rushed from her lips.
She loved it when any man looked at her and wanted to fuck her. It thrilled her to think she could so easily excite any prick. She enjoyed it most when a man was so hard and stiff that his penis was like a brick, strong enough to ram inside her pussy, calling out to let go . . . and swim in the sea of the man's come!
She loved the pain of a man's cock fucking her. To have to wrestle with it, bargaining, paying the price to see who would sell out first. To see if the female could once again service, conquer, and still get her kicks! And to make the horny cock seek return for the next performance. She loved looking at a man's body. And to think that when that monstrous cock could take no more of her own, special goodness-she and her shallow pussy could be drowned in the semen of all the explosive power! It thrilled her more than anything to see her man come and share his orgasm with her. In a strange way, it filled her with power to know that men found her irresistible. There wasn't one single husband in Lincoln County who would pass up the chance to ball her. Although their country community fell short in many things, it did provide kicks for those who wanted them. And weren't too chicken shit to try it.
Emma Jean stopped-she felt the presence of another person in the room. She turned and saw Jimmy Joe staring at her in the doorway.
"What are yuh doin' here, nigger?"
"Yuh still talk bad, don't yuh? I come back to kick yo' li'l ass for gettin' me in this trouble. Since I got accused of raping yuh, I thought I might as well get some."
"Yuh ain't man enough to take it, nigger!"
"Jus' watch me, bitch!" he said, coming out of his shirt.
Emma Jean leaped back around the bed. Jimmy Joe kicked the bed over with his foot. The bed rocked over on Emma Jean and made a crashing sound! Before Emma Jean could get free of the corner, Jimmy Joe grabbed her by the hair and slapped her. He swung her across the room. Emma Jean landed up against the vanity dresser! Jimmy Joe hit her again.
"Yuh can yell all yuh want. Ain't nobody near here and my men are outside guarding the house. So yo' ass is mine, bitch!"
He grabbed her hair again and snatched her head back. He planted a kiss on her mouth. A chill raced through Emma Jean's body.
"Yuh gonna have to kill me nigger!"
"I will baby-but I'm gonna do it with my dick! Yuh understand that, whore?"
"Fuck yuh!" she spit in his face.
He brought his knee up and sent it smashing into her middle. Emma Jean doubled with pain, she looked up, and he hit her again. She landed on the broken bed and he jumped on top of her.
This time when he kissed her, he bit her lips. Blood spouted between their mouths. Emma Jean soon calmed down.
Jimmy Joe growled like a dog and took a moment to catch his breath. Yeah-he was going to fuck the shit out of this white whore. He admired her wide hips and big, round, pretty thighs. It made Jimmy Joe's dick hard seeing how good and sexy she looked naked.
Jimmy Joe took out his dick. Suddenly, Emma Jean was gawking at his big, long, nasty dick. Her breath was taken away and it excited her to see him naked that way. She thought she would cream in her crack looking at that black powerful body moving toward her; its dick sticking straight out like an iron ball!
He grabbed her up and fitted her pussy over his dick. She had to stretch to accommodate all of him. His penis felt like a shaft of steel against her pussy.
Then, suddenly, Emma Jean was kissing him, holding his head down and flicking fire in his black face. Rape or no rape, she had missed her chance the first time. Her body was thirsty and needed some strong fucking. She was going to let this black man have her body, the crude, hot-natured bastard! He knew. He could smell her!
Then like a madman, he grabbed her and held her fast. Jimmy Joe wanted this pussy more than anything. He plunged ahead with all the power stored in his nuts. He was almost jumping up and down in Emma Jean's pussy. He was giving her all the dick he could, beside himself with delight, holding her ass tightly in his hands, while he fucked deep into her center-and made her stand up to every violent thrust he gave her. Emma Jean almost felt proud that he liked her so much! She tried to pull back to give him room to go along with his rhythm. But Jimmy Joe wanted her still where he could line up on her hole and put it straight in. His ass was going so fast that it was like a jackhammer, punishing her pork pussy! Then the fire ignited and suddenly there were two clawing animals; two pigs fucking each other, getting the best, right down to the very last drop.
"Oh, shit, give it to me, nigger!"
He jammed her especially hard for the name-calling. He long-dicked her then and Emma Jean was receiving but the best of the length.
Each time he stuck her with the stiff dick, Emma Jean shuddered in joy. It got better and better until finally she was tearing out her hair. She scratched his back to get him off of her. They had been fucking over forty minutes. Emma Jean's pussy was getting sore.
She had come six times and was going down for the last time.
Jimmy Joe came. But he wasn't through. He turned her over and fucked her in the asshole. Emma Jean didn't take to it right away -but she picked up rhythm and got into it. There was no way his pile-driving dick could fit into her small orifice-but there it was. Jimmy Joe laid his weight into his dick. It felt as though he was pile-driving a block of mud inside her tunnel-he jabbed, and jammed until he made headway. There wasn't an inch to spare in her precious fart hole. There was soon a bubbly, sticky, muddy substance all along his shaft.
Emma Jean gave a loud fart just as he jammed for the last time.
When Jimmy Joe had fucked her for the last time, he called in his men. They each had a turn with Emma Jean, and by the end of an hour, she had been balled severely by the biggest dicks in the country.
Jimmy Joe tied her with wet rawhide to a tree stump in the front yard. Her legs were stretched apart so when the sun dried the wet rawhide, it would stretch Emma Jean apart. Jimmy Joe spit on her and raced away.
Jimmy Joe was finally caught. One of his own men sold out for the reward money. The word was passed to the sheriff where Jimmy Joe was held up. The law swooped down on Jimmy Joe before he knew what was happening. Most of his men got away in the confusion; the law was only interested in apprehending Jimmy Joe.
The day the good folks of Lincoln, Alabama, burned Jimmy Joe alive, on the cross-Emma Jean was the first one to strike the match. And a reign of terror was ended for the white man.