Chapter 10
It had rained all morning and now the air was heavy and damp around the shack at the head of Slateville Hollow. Water dripped from the leaves of the trees surrounding the shack and the creek running beneath the porch was yellow with dirt.
The naked white girl sat in a chair on the porch waiting for Ace to get back from Fitchburg. They had run out of groceries and beer and the big black man had left early that morning to get some more. It had been several days since Sugar Pete and his friend Arch had been there and the welts on the girl had almost disappeared.
The afternoon wore on and the sun came out and dried the moisture from the air. Near
sundown, Ace returned and they ate supper. In the late evening they sat on the porch, the big black man drinking a beer.
"This morning," he said, "I got into a quick crap game with a bunch of guys over at
Fitchburg and after the game me and another guy went to this fellow's to get a pint of moonshine he had for sale. He told me three, four years ago he used to go see a sister of his and she had a little fat naked blonde girl, maybe ten, eleven years old, running around the place and he had a lot of fun with the kid. He's a big fellow, he got a red beard."
The white girl stared at him for several seconds. Then she pouted and frowned at the same time.
"Link," she said, "Uncle Link. I had forgot about him."
Ace chuckled.
"Yeah," he said. "Well, he ain't forgot about you. Your maw's and Sugar Pete's brother. He don't know you're here with me. He don't even know your maw has left." He took a drink of beer. "From what he said, I knew who he was talking about. Said he had
a lot of fun with you. What kind of fun?"
The girl lowered her head and didn't answer at first, but when Ace reached over and gave her red nipple a hard twist, she squealed and looked up again.
"Well," the girl replied softly, "he'd come to our place and give Maw a pint of whiskey and she'd let him play with me-or rather, make me play with him."
"How?" Ace asked, grinning.
"Well, at first they'd make me play around with his prick. He'd take off his pants and sit on the couch and I'd have to rub him off." She paused.
"Go on, bitch, I didn't tell you to stop talking," Ace ordered. "You said at first. Then what?"
"Well, then later they had me suck him." She curled her lips in distaste. "That's all he wanted. Him and Maw and Sugar Pete too, would sometimes play cards and they'd make me sit under the table with his prick in my mouth just sitting there. He'd sometimes stay all night and I'd have to go to sleep with his thing in my mouth. And sometimes he smeared jelly or something sweet all over it and made me lick it off."
She shook her head in disgust.
"You didn't like that?" Ace asked, laughing. "You don't mind sucking me. You suck dick real good."
"It's different," she said. "And Uncle Link wanted it all the time."
"Well, you're a born cocksucker. Suckin' and fuckin' your own uncles....! Damn! Didn't he ever screw you?" Ace asked, grinning.
"No. He was just interested in getting sucked. I hadn't thought about him in a long time. He just quit coming for some reason."
"He got sent up for selling moonshine," Ace told her. "Spent a couple of years in the pen for it." He took another drink of beer and tossed the empty can into the creek. "But he's back now, and back at bootlegging. He's liable to come looking for your maw. But, of course, he won't find her."
The white girl was silent.
"Link's got a lot of money," Ace went on, "and he don't mind spending it either. I made a deal with him to get some of that money away from him. A hundred dollars of it!"
The naked white girl looked at him with a terror in her blue eyes. "What kind of
a deal?" She asked timidly.
"Well," the black man told her chuckling, "I'm going to rent you to him for about a week. Me and Greenie going to visit some friends of hers in Postonville for about a week or ten days. Greenie thought it was funny you were gonna get rented out to your own uncle! And I figured I might as well get something out of you while I'm gone."
"He'll want to get sucked," the girl said frowning and staring at the floor, "But I'm bigger now. Maybe he'll want to screw me, too."
"Whatever he wants," Ace said grinning. "I made the deal with him. So whatever Uncle wants, you're going to do it! And do it good! You do exactly what he wants done. And I better hear later that you were the best little fucker and sucker he ever had, or I'll beat you on your pussy till you can't walk for a month! You got me white bitch? You've already fucked half your relatives, so don't act like it's anything new to you. Little white trash is all you are. Don't try and act like anything else, cause that is all you are, got it?"
"The white girl nodded and shrugged resignedly. Then she added slyly, "he'll probably know me," she said.
"So what?" Ace replied. "So he knows you're a little white whore. You was a little whore way back with your momma, except you got sold for a pint of whiskey back then. Now you get rented for a hundred bucks for a week of service. He should be proud his little niece is movin' up in the world. Now you're owned by a black man who pimps you out. That's a step up from your momma sellin' you. But don't you tell him about that, or where you or I live, or where your maw is, or anything else, you hear me white bitch? It ain't none of his business. He's renting you, an nothin' else. He can believe what he wants to, but don't you go talkin' and tellin' him nothing."
"All right," the girl said softly. She looked very displeased at the idea, though.
Ace lit a cigarette and grinned at her pouting face. "Don't you disappoint me now, I expect you to give your uncle a lot of good suckin' and fuckin' so get your little mind straight to it. No use fightin' it. You been rented out, and your gonna give real good service to my customer!"
He was enjoying making her squirm at the idea of a week or more of sucking off her own uncle, so he laid it on extra thick, making her agree to everything he said.
"We'll get over there early in the morning," he said. "I got Greenie's car down at Slateville. Remember, don't you tell Uncle Link nothing. He'll probably be too busy to ask, anyway, from what you say he likes, and you'll probably have your mouth too full of your uncle's dick to be talking and blabbing."
It was barely past dawn when Ace led the naked white girl down the path to the deserted coal mining town. The woods were still, quiet. Obediently, the girl stepped along behind the big black man until they came to the edge of the woods. She waited while he went to Greenie's car and looked around, then she went to him when he motioned for her to come. She scampered in, and curled up in the trunk on the old piece of quilt and he slammed shut the lid. The old car rattled and bounced over the rutted road.
Then the bouncing eased some and the riding was a little smoother. After a time the car stopped and the girl heard voices and then the car started again. Ace had stopped and picked up Greenie, she guessed.
Presently, the car was stopped and a few seconds later the lid of the trunk had lifted. The naked white girl got out.
"Hell's bells," a big redheaded man growled. She looked at him. He looked a lot like his brother, Sugar Pete, but was a lot bigger, and had red hair and a bushy red beard. He wore dusty overalls and a faded blue shirt. His big feet were bare. "That sure is a fine piece of stuff," Link said, grinning.
A sorrowful looking hound dog sniffed at the naked girl's legs, pussy and ass until Link slapped at it. "Git!" he said. The dog walked away to drop beside two other hounds lying beneath an apple tree.
The tree stood near a small, weather-beaten frame house sitting on a small dusty knoll. The windows of the house were boarded up with scraps of lumber. The porch and roof sagged. A dusty, rutted road went from the house, across a weedy, open space and disappeared into a clump of trees some fifty yards away.
"Come on in," the big red-bearded man said. Ace and Greenie and the white girl followed him inside the two-room house. In one room there was a bed and a chair. At one side of the room was a small, empty clothes closet without a door. A pair of muddy shoes sat just inside the closet. In the other room was a stove and a table and two more chairs.
Link peered at the girl.
"Somehow, she looks familiar," he said. "What's your name, girl?"
She don't got a name. And she don't need a name," Ace told him. "She's just a little whore. If you just pay me, we'll be going. We got a long drive."
Link put his hand in a pocket of his overalls and pulled out a roll of bills. He still stared at the girl, frowning, thinking hard. He peeled off two twenties and a ten and handed the money to Ace.
"The rest when you get back, okay?" he said.
Ace nodded and turned to go. "Sure, but you have that money ready for me... or I'll get real angry."
"Hey, no problem... Wait! I just got it!" Link said suddenly, pointing a finger at the naked girl. "You're Rosie's kid, right?"
"That's right," Ace told him.
"Hell's bells," Link murmured. "How about that, you're renting me my own damn, kin. Hell's bells! Does Rosie still live where she used to? I been aiming to go see her."
"Now, look," Ace said evenly, "let's get something straight. Rosie don't live where
she used to and we don't care where she is. You want the girl for a few days, all right. But don't be trying to find out where Rosie is. Just have some fun with her and that way we might even arrange to let you have her a next time. Otherwise, we might not."
The big man shrugged.
"Sure, suits the hell out of me," he grinned. "I don't really give a damn where Rosie is. Yeah, we'll just have some fun while you two are gone."
Ace and Greenie went outside and got in the car. The vehicle rattled down the rutted road and disappeared into the clump of trees. Link sat down in the chair and pulled his niece toward him.
"Damn, little girl," he said, "you sure have changed since I seen you last. You was just a little fat kid back then. A fat little kid that sucked on my dick. We had some fun, though, didn't we?" He let his hands roam all over the naked girl. "Yeah, you certainly have changed."
He shoved one hand up between her legs and rammed a thick finger into her pink slit. The girl grunted, and Link laughed.
"That looks like its been stretched some, too," he said. "You used to be too little for anything but a good hand-job or sucking. We had some times, though, didn't we? You learned quick and sucked pretty good. What a little cock sucker you were!"
He got up suddenly.
"First," he said, "I need to show you something." He took her by the wrist and led her to the empty closet. Reaching inside, he pushed two boards aside at one end, revealing another space between the walls of the house.
"I use this," the girl's uncle said, "to hide whiskey when I got it. Them stupid lawmen
ain't found it yet. They poked around and looked in the closet a dozen times. If
somebody comes, you scoot your ass in here, you understand? Them hounds will make plenty of noise if anybody comes around." He shut the opening.
"You still remember some of the tricks I taught you, girl?"
"I guess so," she answered. Link laughed.
"We'll see in a little while," he said. "Right now, let's get something to eat. I ain't had breakfast yet." The girl followed him into the next room.
Link broke four eggs in a skillet and fried them on the stove. Spooning out part of the scrambled eggs on a plate, he motioned for the girl to sit down on the floor and eat. He himself sat at the table and ate from the skillet.
After he had eaten, Link ordered the girl to clean up the kitchen and table, he got up and went into the other room and lay down on the bed, telling her to hurry up and join him. The girl washed the few dishes and stacked them at one end of the table. She then went into the other room and started to sit down in the chair.
"Come here," the uncle ordered. She wall over to the bed. Link got up and took off overalls, leaving his shirt on. His heavy, thick penis was hard and erect. "Let's play around, he said, pulling the girl down on the bed beside him.
He let his hands run all over her soft bare body. She lay still.
"Where," he asked, "did you get them welts?"
"I got a whipping," she said.
"Well, I can see that," he answered, chuckling. He bent down and let his lips close over one of her cherry-red nipples. His red beard scratched her tender breasts.
Link sucked gently on her nipple, letting his tongue lap over it in quick, fast strokes. The girl stirred restlessly and quivered. Link raised his red head.
"Getting warmed up for me?" he asked, grinning. He lowered his mouth to the other nipple, at the same time letting his hands play over her soft stomach and sensitive inner thighs and high up between her legs. She closed her thighs over his hand, the muscles of
her stomach and thighs jerking.
"I believe you're ready," Link said, raising up and crawling on top of her. She gave a sharp squeal as his big, heavy prick rammed right into her, and then she raised her legs and wrapped them around him, her heels resting on his ass, her soft, warm thighs squeezing him to her. She put her arms around his shoulders and pulled toward him.
The big redheaded man shoved downward, driving deeper into her belly. The girl, almost covered by his big frame, groaned with pleasure. Link shoved down again, raised his hips, and drove down again. The girl moaned.
"Ohhh!"
Link grinned broadly and continued his furious driving up and down. The girl gave sudden, high squeals of passion and erupted in a flooding climax. Link quivered and then burst forth, filling her belly with his fluid. He lay heavily on top of the girl, jerking with excitement.
"Wow!" Link muttered, rolling over and laying beside the girl. "That was good, real good! That black fellow teach you how to do all that?"
The girl was silent.
"No matter," Link said, getting up from the bed. "You learned how to please a man real good though." He went into the other room and returned with a can of beer and sat in the chair drinking it. Outside, one of the hound dogs let out a yelp and all three of the dogs started trotting toward the clump of woods at the other side of the clearing.
"Come on," Link said. He pushed the girl toward the closet. She pulled open the opening and crouched in the small space. Presently, she could hear voices.
"I ain't got none," she heard her uncle say. "Not right now. Maybe in a couple of weeks. Carbide Smith over at Fitchburg ought to be able to get you some."
"Damn," she heard a man's voice snort. "The stuff he sells tastes like carbide. That's how the bastard got his name."
"Well, I ain't got none," Link said again. She heard footsteps growing faint and then, after a few more minutes her uncle opened the covering and motioned her out. He had put his overalls on to answer the door.
"It's likely," Link said, "he'll pass the word around that I ain't got no whiskey and we won't be bothered for a few days." He slipped off his overalls and sat down on the edge of the bed, drawing her to him between his legs. "Now, girl," he asked, "you still remember some of the things I taught you?"
"I guess," the naked girl answered softly.
"Let's just see if you do," He laughed, pressing against her shoulders until she knelt submissively down between his legs. "How about you gobbling down a little bit of uncle's dick-meat? Just like the old days, only better." And he moved slightly forward on the bed, shoving his penis toward her face.
She reached up and began rubbing his sweaty scrotum gently, at the same time using her other hand to lift the slowly-hardening prick. Her full red lips closed down on the tender piece of tissue underneath the head of the penis. She nipped at it gently, then let her lips move down under the now rock-hard shaft, lapping lightly.
Link grunted. "You've learned some new stuff," he said admiringly, laying a hand on top of the blonde head moving between his legs.
The naked girl continued her lewd caresses, with both her hands and her mouth. She gently massaged the flesh at the base of his scrotum and let her tongue and lips play along the length of the thick shaft.
Opening her mouth wide, she closed her full lips over the head of the penis, making sure her tongue pointed and licked into the extended hole in the head of the big root. Her uncle groaned with pleasure.
"Go at it, girl," he panted. "Go at it!"
The girl continued her sucking and gentle lapping, her hands moving over the big man's inner thighs and scrotum.
Link gave a sudden growling grunt and then his big penis spewed forth a massive load into the girl's mouth. She gasped chokingly and started to pull her head back, but Link held her in place with one hand, tightening his legs against her face. The gooey mess oozed from the corners of her mouth as she tried to breathe with the big rod in between her lips.
"Stay with it, girl," Link ordered, his voice weak. "Stay with it. You always swallow you uncle's load, I reckon you forgot that."
She sat on her heels between his legs, his twitching tool still lodged in her mouth. Presently, the big penis finished pumping out his ball-juices and started to shrink and grow limp. Link finally let her go when she had swallowed down everything he had to offer her. He got shakily to his feet.
"You're good," he told her. "Them Negros have taught you a thing or two. We'll have to at again real soon."
He went into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. The naked girl came
and sat in the other chair and he poured her a cup of the black brew. They drank in silence.
"You're good," Link said again. "Real good. You wasn't bad when you was ten, eleven years old, but you're real good now." He laughed. "Yep, you've learned a few tricks. I reckon you've chowed down on a lot of manmeat since I seen you last, though, a lot of Negro dick too. Hell, I remember coming to see Rosie that one day and
seeing you running around naked, a little fat, dirty kid. I didn't want you to go to waste, but since you was too little to screw, I figured you could at least learn to suck. Did you like it back then?
"Not so much," the girl said, looking down and shaking her head. "It was all right, I guess."
"A lot better now, though I bet?" Link asked.
"I guess," she said, shrugging and pouting.
"We'll see what else we can get into later," her uncle told her chuckling. "You didn't bring no clothes with you? Don't your maw let you have any?"
The girl shook her head no.
"She never really did before," Link said grinning. "But what the hell. I like you just as you are." He drank the last of his coffee.
"You reckon," he asked, "you could get me warmed up again?"
"I might," she answered softly.
"Let's see." He led her back into the other room. This time he took off his shirt and threw it in a corner and lay naked on the bed, his heavy, thick legs apart, his hands behind his bushy red head.
The naked girl sat on the edge of the bed and bent her blonde head down toward his thick prick. She lightly nipped at his thighs and stomach with her lips, letting her hands play over his sides and chest. Link grinned broadly.
"You're really good," he said. "You didn't learn all this from me, though. Somebody else been learning you, girl? Them big black bucks been teaching you tricks?"
She continued her caresses without answering.
"I think it just comes natural for you I guess," Link commented. " A born cocksucker."
The girl continued her nibbling, kissing, and caressing. The big man's penis remained flabby and soft. She took the big shaft between her teeth and bit down gently, running her tongue around and around and over the head of the rod, moving the foreskin back and forth.
"Keep at it, girl," he told her. "It might take a little work this time." He lay relaxed, eyes closed.
After a while the big penis started to harden in the girl's mouth. She gnawed gently and began sucking evenly. Suddenly, her uncle erupted weakly. His leg muscles jerked fitfully.
"Oh, man," he sighed. "That done me in."
The girl raised up her head and sat on the side of the bed, a pleased smile playing at the corners of her eyes.
Link noticed her self-satisfied expression. "You can't fool me, you like doing that, don't you?" he asked.
"Well," she answered slowly, "I guess so. I like to please a man."
Her uncle chuckled. "And you do know how, too," he said. "Play with your uncle's dick some more, go ahead..."
She reached down and grasped the limp, sticky penis in one hand and squeezed.
"You want me to perk it up again?" she asked, a faint trace of hopefulness in her tone.
Her uncle grinned crookedly, letting her stroke and play with it for a few minutes.
"I guess not right now," he said. "Not this quick. I'm used up for a bit. I'm going to rest awhile. If I go to sleep, you wake me if the hounds act up. I'll probably hear them, though. I'm a real light sleeper."
The naked girl got up and sat down in chair. Link sprawled on the bed, eyes closed.
She sat patiently in the chair for a long time, and then got up and went into the kitchen and searched among the groceries on the table. She found some bread and lunch meat and made herself a sandwich. The coffee was still warm and she drank a cup, and then went back to the other room.
The chair grew hard beneath her bare buttocks and she got up and sat on the edge
the bed for a while. Her uncle snored, his naked body relaxed in sleep.
After a while she lay down beside him on her stomach and dozed. She woke sometime later with a squeal and looked over her shoulder in sudden terror. Link had straddled her small shapely body and was ramming his big, thick penis into her soft rear, stretching her anus wide. He spread her thighs apart with his big hands and drove downward, spearing deeper into her guts.
"Oh! Oooof! Oh!" the naked girl grunted.
Link laughed.
"Hold still, girlie," he ordered, "just relax, while I do a little riding on you." He grasped the fleshy part of the back of her thighs and shoved her legs wide apart while he pumped up and down furiously inside the hot oven of her ass. The girl buried her red, tear-stained face in the ragged quilt and clenched her teeth.
The big redheaded man was several minutes in reaching a climax. He bounced up and down vigorously, crushing the small naked girl beneath him, shaking the iron bed. Presently, he reached a strong, gushing eruption and shuddered and then rolled off the girl lying weakly on the bed.
"Man," he said, "I'm about used up." The girl stood up beside the bed and painfully spread her legs apart. Her uncle grinned widely. "You look," he laughed, "like you didn't like that very much."
"Not too much," the girl admitted softly. She sat back down warily on the edge of the bed.
"Well," Link told her, "I'd rather have it the other way, myself. You're best at sucking, I'd say. We'll be trying some more of that again tonight, if I can work up enough steam. Reckon you can take good care of me?"
"I'll try," the girl answered softly.
"Sure you will," Link chuckled, "that way I can give a good report back to that big Negro that's renting you out. I'd hate to think what he'd do to you if he wasn't happy."
Link got up from the bed, and without bothering to put his clothes on, went into the other room. He nodded for his niece to follow him.
"I need something to eat," the big man said. Sitting at the table, he made a sandwich and wolfed it down, drinking a beer with it. The girl was allowed to make one for herself and ate. Link made a second sandwich and consumed it and finished the can of beer. He belched loudly and contentedly.
Going to the door, he threw several slices of bologna to the hound dogs outside.
It was getting dark and Link shut the door lighted a kerosene lamp and set it on the kitchen table. The rays from the lamp partially lit the other room. The big man went into the other room and lay down on the bed.
"Come here," he told the girl. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "I remember," he said, "all them times I smeared jelly all over my prick and made you lick it off. You remember that?"
She nodded.
"Yep, I know you do. You sure did like that jelly. It was the only time I expect you got you have it too, wasn't it? Now I bet you just like to lick a man's prick plain though, don't need no jelly to get you licking now. You reckon you can get some life into it?" he asked.
"Maybe," she said shrugging and looking down at his limp, sticky member, which laid on his belly like a fat white worm.
"Well get to work then!" He put a hand on her head and shoved her face down toward his crotch.
The heavy, thick penis was soft and lifeless. The girl peeled back the slimy foreskin with her thumb and gently rubbed the exposed head of the big tool. Her uncle lay relaxed, legs apart.
With tongue out, she moved her head and lapped her tongue fully along the underside of the soft shaft and then closed her lips gently over the soft tissue under the head of the big rod. She shook her head slightly, shaking the prick back and forth while sucking and licking all over the head.
Her uncle grunted. "Oh yeah, you sure know your stuff. A born sucker, that's you. Oh! That's good," he said. "A little more of stuff like that and he'll come alive."
The girl closed her mouth over the head of the penis and lightly clamped her teeth down. She pulled her head back and forth, stretching the big shaft slightly, then releasing the tension, and then stretching it again. Her hands played over Link's scrotum and thighs, gently massaging the soft hairy flesh. The big man sighed contentedly.
The big rod thickened and hardened. The girl nipped and kissed at it with her full red lips. Her tongue darted out in lapping caresses. Her uncle moaned with pleasure. She closed her red lips over the throbbing head of the big penis and sucked hard and long, her tongue going from side to side across the sensitive nub.
"Hell's bells!" Link groaned. "Wow!" He gushed forth, filling her mouth and almost
choking her. The sticky eruption oozed down her chin. Weakly, Link grabbed her head and held her in place as the final drops of passion spewed forth. He quivered with excitement.
He held her for several minutes, listening to her swallowing his seed, while panting for breath, and then, when he was sure there was no more seed for her to suck out, he allowed her to get up.
"Man," he muttered, "that sure was something. Whee-ha! That weakens a man." He lay still a long time, his breath short and shallow. Presently, he slept.
The girl stretched out on the bed beside him. In a little while she too slept.
The rest of the week passed by for the girl in much the same manner.
Ace and Greenie were gone eight days. They arrived at noon on the ninth as Link and the girl were eating their midday meal. The hounds started barking and the girl quickly darted into the opening behind the boards in the closet as Link had trained her to do, but a
few seconds later Link pulled the boards back and beckoned her out.
"It's your pimp, Ace and his girl friend," he told her. "Come to take you home."
The big black man looked at the naked white girl and grinned, showing his white teeth. "You have a good time with your uncle?" he asked.
She looked fore lonely down at the floor and shrugged. Greenie laughed loudly.
"That little white bitch," she said, "can have a good time any place there's a stiff prick to get hold of. Don't even matter if it's a relative."
"We had us some fun," Link said. "You check back with me, Ace. I might want her back some time real soon." He reached in his pocket and took out some bills, passing two more twenties and another ten to Ace. The black man smiled.
"Thanks," he said. "I'll keep in touch. Let you know when you can have another family reunion. Let's go, little white bitch." The girl followed the two black people outside and then climbed into the trunk of the car when Ace pointed to her space on the old dirty blanket. When she was curled up inside, he slammed shut the lid.
The girl almost slept, but came fully awake when the car started bouncing as it went over the old road to Slateville. The car stopped and the lid was opened and she got out. Green was behind the steering wheel.
"I'll see you in a day or so," the golden tan woman told Ace. She put the old car in gear and drove away. The big black man led the naked white girl through the woods and up the rocky path to the shack. Ace's dog came growling out to me them and then turned and went back when he saw who it was.
The naked white girl sat down in one of the chairs on the small porch. Ace got himself beer and sat down beside her.
"You have a good time with your uncle?" he asked, grinning.
The girl shrugged. "It was all right," she said.
"Did he find," Ace asked, chuckling "that you're big enough now for a good fucking?"
"Yes, but he didn't want to fuck me much the regular way."
"Was it like you thought it would be?" the black man asked, teasing her.
The white girl nodded.
Ace laughed and finished the beer, throwing the empty away. "Maybe," he said, "you need some relief."
The white girl raised her shoulders, her blue eyes shining. The big black man laughed and handed her his pocketknife. "First you get the switching, then the fucking. Just get one," he told her.
The white girl left quickly and was back in a few minutes. Ace got up and went into the shack and slipped off his clothes. His big black penis was erect, ready.
"The ropes?" the girl asked.
"No," he told her. "You just lay down on the bed. Hold to the top bars if you want. I'll just give you a few quick ones. I don't need much perking up right now. I ain't poked you for a few days, and I'm hot for your white ass."
Eagerly, hot for his prick, she quickly lay face down on the bed and held onto the iron railing at the top. Her plump, rounded pink buttocks were invitingly ready for the kiss of the black man's switch.
The big black man raised the switch and brought it down in a cutting, slashing stroke across her buttocks. The pink form quivered and a low, pitiful moan escaped her lips. A burning welt appeared on the twin fleshy mounds.
Ace lifted the switch again and brought it down, etching another cruel welt on the white girl's tender pink flesh. The girl squealed and her breath gushed from her open wet lips and then sucked in and out through her teeth, hissing with pain, tears dropping onto the sweat-stained quilt.
For the third time, the big black man raised the switch and slashed down, bringing another fiery red stripe to the girl's buttocks. She cried out loudly this time and shuddered with pain.
Ace, completely aroused now by the sobbing, striped white girl, quickly threw down the switch and rolled her roughly over.
"Spread them legs white girl!" he barked. He straddled her as she quickly spread her white thighs wide apart for him, exposing her coral pink slit, glistening with wetness.
Despite the pain in her buttocks, she was highly excited and eagerly she reached down and guided his prick into her waiting wet slit. She moaned with pleasure as he sunk his ebony shaft inside her white belly and she lovingly wrapped her white arms and shapely pale legs around the big black man's hard-muscled body.
Ace gave a deep shove into her slick channel and the girl quivered and sighed with pleasure. He shoved again then again, and then again. He fucked her like that for several minutes, a hard brutal fucking that had the girl squealing and gasping beneath her black ravager. Suddenly, he stopped and pressed himself down on her. They lay motionless, the white girl jerking spastically with excitement.
The big black man started again, pulling back, driving down, pulling back, driving down. The bed rattled and shook. The white girl's heated body jerked with passion.
She let out a deep sobbing breath and moaned as she reached another shattering, all-consuming climax. Her hips jerked and bucked and her soft stomach quivered and rolled with passion.
Ace pounded up and down for several minutes, bringing her off again and again and then finally, he gushed loose in a hot flooding release. He clutched the white girl to him, his possession of her complete. They clung together in a fiery embrace.
After awhile, he rolled off her tiny exhausted white body and lay on his back on the bed.
"I needed that," he told her. "Them folks over at Postonville just want to play cards and drink beer. I've had no relief from my white slut since I been gone."
The white girl smiled dreamily. She reached down and grasped the big black penis, sticky with their mingled sweat and juices. Ace chuckled.
"You missed your black dick huh? I expect he's your best friend now, eh?" he asked. "Well, we'll just make up for lost time in the next few days. I'm gonna fuck you silly till you can't hardly walk. Then I just make take you over Spencerville. How would you like that?"
He saw the look of fear on the white girl's face, but she only nodded, lowering her heavy-lidded blue eyes. "It would be all right," the white girl said.
The black man laughed harshly.
"Go fetch me a beer," he told her.