Chapter 3
About a week after Ace returned from Carleton, his girlfriend Greenie came to the shack at the head of Slateville Hollow. The big black man and the little white girl had been sitting on the small porch. Ace ran his hand over the girl's naked thighs.
"The last stripes are about gone," he said. "You about ready for some more little bitch?"
The naked girl shrugged and shivered a bit. "I guess," she said.
Ace chuckled. "Well, it'll have to wait. I been saving you up for something special."
"We going back to Spencerville?" the girl asked fearfully.
"No, not yet," Ace answered, "but we're..."
Just then the dog came from beneath the shack and went down the path, growling.
"I better see who that is," the black man said, getting up and going through the shack. He followed the dog down the path. The naked white girl waited patiently, wondering with a frown, what Ace had started to tell her.
In a few minutes the dog came back and crept under the shack and lay down. In a few seconds Ace and Greenie came up the path and into the shack. The white girl looked at the colored girl, her face expressionless.
Greenie was a startlingly beautiful young woman with a golden tan skin and green eyes. Her tight miniskirted dress clung to her wide hips and full breasts. She sat down in the empty chair on the porch and the white girl got up and gave her chair to Ace.
Greenie gazed at the naked white girl, a quiet smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"You still here, kid?" she said. "I figured Ace would have sold you, or screwed you down to a greasy spot by now." The white girl was silent, her blue eyes cloudy with anger. "Now don't you get uppity with me, white girl," Greenie said, laughing, "or I'll turn you over my knee and blister your fat little rear end for you."
Ace laughed. "You wouldn't do that, would you?" he asked. "She give you a pretty good tongue workout last time, didn't she?"
"It was all right," Greenie said. "And she'll have to do that again, too, but I will get respect from her."
"Go get us a beer" Ace told the white girl. She went into the shack and returned with a can for the black man and one for Greenie. They sat sipping the brew.
"Say, Greenie," Ace said, "I need to borrow your car tonight. I got to get over to Carleton."
The white girl looked at him questioningly but remained silent.
"All right," the colored girl said. "Just put some gas back in it. And speaking of cars, that car dealer in Fitchburg, Jaylee. He says you're supposed to see him about something. He said for me to tell you if I saw you."
He got the idea somewhere," Greenie went on, "that you live in Carleton."
"You didn't tell him no different, did you?" 'Ace wanted to know.
"No," Greenie answered. "I let him keep thinking what he wants to."
"Good." Ace took a sip of beer. "Not many know I live up this hollow and the less that do know the better I like it. I'll go see Jaylee tomorrow maybe."
"He's a son of a bitch," Greenie said. "A pug-nose bastard. Tries to let on like he's really something, but I know what he is. I think a person ought to be himself." She stood up suddenly and went inside the shack. She returned in a few minutes, naked, and sat back down.
Ace looked at her approvingly. Her golden skin gleamed brightly in the late afternoon sun that filtered through the tree leaves.
"If this white girl can go naked," Greenie stated, "so can I. Like I say, a person ought to not try to be something they ain't and I like to be this way." She grinned at the white girl. "You ain't drained old Ace dry, have you, kid? I want a little fun myself."
"Don't fret," Ace told her. "I got enough for both of you and then some."
"Yeah, I know," Greenie said, sipping her beer. "You ever go into Fitchburg?" she asked the white girl.
"For what?" the girl asked softly. Greenie laughed.
"You little white bitch," she said. "You mean you got all you need here? She must like black meat pretty good, Ace?"
"Yeah," the big Negro replied grinning. "She likes it real fine."
"He give you all the black meat you want, honey?" Greenie asked, teasingly.
"He does all right," the white girl said, sullenly. Greenie chuckled again, enjoying her game of intimidating the pale girl.
"Ace says," she went on, "that it peps him up to whip you. I ought to get him to switch you real good and then give me a ride."
"I don't need to whip her this time to get me perked up," Ace said. He stood up and grabbed Greenie by the wrist. "Come on." They went into the shack. The white girl watched them through the door, her blue eyes frowning.
Greenie noticed the look and laughed.
"The little white bitch is jealous," she said. "Don't worry, honey. I'll leave some for you."
Ace eased Greenie down on the bed and lay down beside her. He stroked her full breasts, gently massaging her dark nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Greenie quivered. Ace let his hand slide down her smooth stomach, over her thighs, between her legs. Greenie lifted her golden tan arms and pulled his face down toward hers.
The naked white girl watched from the porch, a slight frown creasing her forehead, noticing how much gentler and loving he was with the colored girl than he was with her.
Ace eased on top of the colored girl. She spread her legs invitingly and wrapped them around his thighs. She strained upward as he inserted his thick rod. She gave a sharp grunt as he jabbed downward suddenly.
They thrashed together on the bed as the white girl watched, her blue eyes sullen.
"Oh-o-o-o-o," Greenie moaned, softly. She gave a sudden shiver and shuddered fiercely, clinging to Ace hungrily. He pounded up and a few times more and then fell forward exhausted on top of her, clutching her tightly.
That was good," Greenie murmured. The white girl's red lips curled disgustedly. Greenie opened her eyes and saw the girl's expression. She laughed, shoving Ace away.
"That dirty little white bitch," she said, "she don't like it. Look at that hungry look. She wants some herself. Don't you, honey?"
The girl was silent, head down. Ace chuckled as he got up from the bed.
"I'll see how I can take care of her," he said, "in a little while. I'm beat now, though. That was some ride."
Greenie stretched out lazily on the bed. Ace sat in a chair and smoked a cigarette.
"You remember," he asked, "me telling you about how me and Old Dude and Stoney whipped that little white girl back home?"
Greenie nodded.
"You know Old Dude was here a while back, and we give this here white kid a real going over too, like we did that other one."
"Yeah," Greenie said laughing, "you told me."
"Well," Ace went on, "Stoney was by a few days ago and we give her another good workout." He grinned as he remembered.
"You get a charge out of that kind of thing, don't you?" Greenie said. "I need to be around sometime when you really work her over to see how it affects you. You're wild enough as it is. Beats me, though, why the kid don't up and leave, you whipping her like that."
"Aw, hell," Ace said. "Where would she go? This is her home now. She's mine. Besides, she likes it now. Don't you, white girl?"
"It's all right," the white girl said sullenly, trying hard to keep from weeping, and still sitting in the chair on the porch.
"Come here," Ace ordered her. She got up and come into the shack and stood in front of him. Greenie grinned at her.
"You got yourself a regular little sex toy, Ace," the colored girl said laughing.
"Yeah," the black man agreed. He got up and pushed the white girl toward the bed. "You always said you didn't like getting it in the rear," he said to Greenie. "Well, I got this one so well trained she can take it all right now. At first it was a little rough on her, but she's pretty used to it now."
Greenie laughed, got up from the bed and walked over to the table and sat down. Ace pushed the white girl down on the bed, face down. She buried her blonde curls in her folded arms, raised up her ass and waited for his attack.
The big black man eased down over her, pushing her legs wide apart. Greenie watched, a wide smile showing her white teeth.
"This ought to be something to see," she said. "Like you say, I never did like it that way myself."
Ace ran his hands over the full, twin mounds of girl's plump rear and then grasped the pink, fleshy globes and spread them wide, exposing her tight, girlishly pink anus. He rammed his hard penis inward.
The white girl gave a sharp squealing grunt as the big ebony tool entered her with no preparation or lubricant. Ace gave a powerful surge downward, driving the big black rod in deep. She gave a sharp, tortured squeal, and Greenie laughed.
"Ride her good, Ace."
The big black man jabbed down, pulled back, and then jabbed down again. His hands slid under the girl's hips and pulled her upward to meet his thrust. She quivered, a suppressed sob choking through her full red lips.
Ace rode her steadily, enjoying the extra tightness of her back passage while she whimpered and sobbed miserably. His thrusts became harder until she was whining and whimpering loudly, then he gave her one hard final, savage thrust and fell on top of the pitiful girl, his big black body almost covering her white form. He moaned slowly.
Greenie laughed. "Sounds like you're having a real good time," she said. "Now you got me all worked up again and I bet you can't do anything to relieve me."
"Maybe I can't," Ace said, "but she sure can." He slipped off the bed and stood up, pulling the white girl roughly to her feet. "Greenie needs some attention," he said. "Go fix her up good."
A small frown clouded the white girl's brow, but she walked toward Greenie and obediently knelt between the colored girl's splayed golden legs. She pushed her face into the humid swamp between the tan-colored thighs that opened still further apart. Greenie shoved her wet, fragrant crotch forward, a wide smile of triumph breaking across her face.
"Come on, kid," she ordered, "do me a real good tongue job. If you do me good, maybe I won't put you over my knee like I promised earlier, but you better lick me good!"
The white girl pushed her face toward the gaping, hungry slit. Greenie reached down and grasped a handful of golden curls, pressing the girl's face even closer. The white girl began the humiliating task of pleasuring the cruel colored girl, kissing all over the soupy slit as if she was eager to taste the older girl's syrup. She sucked and lapped at the red edges, her tongue darting in and out. Greenie groaned.
"Oh, baby," she mumbled. "Go get at it. Go on, and get at it. Get it all, slut." She clamped her fleshy thighs together around the white girl's head.
The girl continued her noisy lapping and sucking, swallowing her tormentor's juices, her tongue driving deeper and deeper into the colored woman's yearning orifice. Greenie's breath became shorter and shorter until she was panting lustily, her tan legs hooked over the girls back, her heels kicking down on the girls back like fists. Greenie's damp sweaty thighs clamped and pressed tightly against the white girl's face, mashing her rosy cheeks. She gave a low moan and then shivered violently and gushed forth furiously onto the white girl's face. She held her their awhile, while the girl cleaned up the mess. Finally she unclamped her vise-like grip, allowing the white girl to pull back from the sticky eruption, strands of syrup dripping down her face. Her blonde hair soaked from Greenie's thigh sweat.
Ace howled with laughter and slapped his naked thighs.
"Man, oh, man," he chuckled, "you done pulled Greenie's plug for sure." Greenie leaned back in the chair smiling, her eyes closed, her stomach muscles jerking, her arms dangling at her sides.
The white girl got up, walked over to the bed and sat down, her head hanging in shamed humiliation. Ace got up from his chair and slipped on his pants. He opened a can of beer and handed it to Greenie.
"You're about done in," he told the young black woman. He then turned to the white girl. "Fix us something to eat, slut" he ordered.
The miserable girl got up from the bed and washed her hands in a pan of water on the stove. She placed some luncheon meat and bread on the table, along with a pot of beans. The two sat around the table, eating, while the white girl waited on them. Greenie ate slowly, tiredly.
"She sure took the starch out of me," she admitted, pushing a plate of scraps to the white girl. "What a tongue!"
Ace chuckled.
"She knows how," he said. "No wonder, though. I was the one that taught her."
The white girl ate her scraps in silence.
"You had a little help along the way," Greenie said. "Sugar Pete and them others. You also said you took her to Spencerville once. What did you do with her there?"
"Oh," Ace said chuckling, "we had some fun with some of the folks in the Brotherhood."
"Knowing that bunch," Greenie said, "I bet you did. What did they do to you, kid?" she asked the girl.
The white girl raised her red-rimmed eyes and glanced at Ace, hoping he would not make her talk.
"Tell her," the big Negro ordered.
"They all screwed me," the white girl answered softly.
"I gave her a good whipping first," Ace said, "then I let them all have her for a while."
Greenie laughed. "The little white bitch probably liked it," she said. "How many of em' used you slut?" she asked the girl.
"I don't know," the girl replied testily.
"We're going back," Ace said. "You want to go?"
"I just might," Greenie told him. "It might be fun."
Ace stood up suddenly. "We better get a move on," he said. "It's almost dark." He slipped on his shirt and shoes while Greenie got dressed.
The big Negro turned to the white girl. "I might be back after while," he said, "and I might be gone all night."
He and Greenie left the shack.
The girl sat at the table, eating scraps from their plates, a frown creasing her forehead.