Chapter 4
It was mid-morning the next day when Ace returned. The white girl, naked as usual, was sitting on the small porch. The big negro told her to go bathe in the creek. When she returned, Ace got up and motioned for her to follow him.
"We're going to see a fellow," he said.
"Should I get my shirt?" The white girl asked.
"No, no need," Ace told her. "Nobody's around, and besides, it's so ragged it don't hide anything, anyway." He grinned. "And, you'll just have to take it off when we get there."
The white girl followed him obediently down the path through the woods toward the abandoned coal town of Slateville. The woods were silent except for the muffled sounds of insects and birds. The summer air was warm, heavy.
"This fellow we're going to see," Ace said. "If he happens to ask any questions - and I don't think he will - just tell him you're from Carleton and let it go at that. Don't tell him anything else. Tell him to ask me."
The naked white girl shrugged slightly and kept following the black man along the path.
They came to the edge of the woods and stopped. Ace went into the former coal mining town and looked up and down the dusty, deserted street that ran between two rows of crumbling frame houses. His eyes searched among the houses and shacks.
Satisfied that no one was around, he motioned for the white girl to come on. She followed him to where Greenie's old black Chevrolet was parked beside one of the old houses. Knowing what was expected of her, she waited until he opened the trunk lid.
He helped her in and she curled up on an old piece of blanket that had been spread in the trunk. Ace shut the lid. Holes, eaten through by rust and weather, allowed hot dusty air and some light into the trunk, but still it was stifling and hot. After a while she heard the car start and felt it begin to move.
The car bumped along for a while and then the road became smoother and with less turns. The girl lay patiently in the trunk. There were stops now and then and occasionally the noises increased outside and then faded away again. She had no idea where they were when the car finally stopped. For a few minutes she could hear the sound of voices and then the trunk lid opened and Ace motioned for her to climb out.
They were inside a garage, the only light being from a window at one end. As she climbed out of the trunk, she saw a man in a pink house robe going through a door at one side of the garage.
Ace nodded for her to follow, and they both went through the door into a neat, well-kept kitchen with white cabinets and a gleaming bronze-hued stove and a breakfast nook with a small vase of flowers on the table.
The man in the pink house robe turned and looked at the naked girl, his black eyes glinting. He was of average height, average build, his black hair cut short. He looked as if he had just shaved, but would need to do so again in a little while. His button nose wrinkled at the edges sardonically.
"Well," Ace asked, "what do you think, Mr. Jaylee?"
The car dealer breathed heavily.
"She'll do fine," he answered, his voice harsh with excitement. "She'll do just fine. But we got to get a move on. My wife will likely be back before noon. Let's get her to the bedroom."
"Let's pay me first," Ace said gruffly, reaching out his hand.
"All right," Jaylee said. He went into another room and returned with a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to Ace. He slipped off the robe and threw it over a chair. He was naked. Black hairs sprinkled his chest and covered his arms and legs. The girl glanced at his penis and frowned. It was short, almost childlike in its size and shape. Even so, it stood up proud and eager.
The car dealer took the girl by the wrist and led her through a living room into a bedroom furnished with a heavy, dark walnut bed and chest, carpeted with a deep green carpet. She stared at the room, wide-eyed and in wonder. She'd never been in a room this nice before. Ace stood at the door, watching.
Jaylee shoved the girl toward the bed and she lay down obediently. He spread her legs apart and put his head between her legs. She lay still as he mouthed her slit, making grunting, groaning sounds as his tongue lapped inside her thighs, licking the pink-red pubes, lapping inside the deeper red opening.
Ace watched, grinning. The girl lay passively still, a faint stir of passion beginning inside her as the car dealer continued his oral-kissing and lapping.
But suddenly he raised up, shaking and panting. He reached down and grasped his small, hard penis in his right hand and gave a half dozen furious, frantic jerks and sprayed forth in a weak splatter. His spunk splattered on her belly and in the blonde tufts of her downy blonde pubic patch. He lay backwards across the bed, panting heavily. The girl looked at him in disgust.
"I guess that's it," Ace told her. "Come on."
Jaylee got up hastily from the bed and hurried to the kitchen before them. Quickly he put on his pink robe and tied the cord tightly.
His hands opened and closed nervously.
"I didn't mean to rush it like that," he muttered. "I got in too big a hurry, I guess. You'll bring her back, won't you?"
"Maybe, yeah, sure, if her folks will let her," Ace lied. "But right now we got to get her back to Carleton. I'll check back with you sometime."
Ace led the girl through the door and into the garage, lifted the car trunk and helped her in. She curled up inside the trunk and lay still as the car engine started and the vehicle began moving.
She knew they were off the main highway when the ride became bumpier and there were more turns in the road. Finally the car came to a stop and presently Ace opened the trunk lid. They were back at Slateville. He helped her out and she followed him up the path through the woods to the shack.
Ace took time to drink a beer and then turned to leave.
"I got to get Greenie's car back to her," he told the white girl. "Just wait until I return and we will see what happens, okay?"
"Okay," she said.
She sat on the small porch and listened to the quiet sounds of the afternoon. The dog lounged lazily in the dirt beneath the shack. After awhile she went inside and lay down on the bed and dozed off.
She woke with Ace shaking her shoulder. She sat up and yawned, stretching her naked body lazily. Outside it was twilight.
"Get me something to eat," the big Negro told the white girl. She got up and put the food on the table, a roasted chicken and some bread, mustard and cheese. They sat while Ace ate some sandwiches and drank a beer.
After eating, Ace pushed his plate to the white girl and told her to go ahead and eat, pointing to one of the half-eaten sandwiches and a pile of torn crusts, some peeled off skin and fat from the chicken, a piece of cheese with a bite out of it. While she ate, he went on the porch and smoked. In a little while the girl came and sat in the other chair.
"That this morning wasn't much, was it?" the black man asked laughing.
"No, not much," she agreed quietly.
Laughing, Ace said, "That little pug-nosed bastard lets on like he's the greatest thing ever to come to this part of the country. But he ain't got half as much as I got." He looked at the naked white girl and grinned broadly.
"My granddaddy," he went on, "used to tell me how white folks used to own black folks and how some white men used black girls however way they wanted to. Well, now I own me a white girl! I got me a white girl I can use however way I want to! If I want to whip her, I whip her; if I want to fuck her, I fuck her! And she likes it, don't she?"
"Yes," the girl answered softly, smiling slightly.
Ace chuckled.
"And old Jaylee thinks he's got it made. He didn't do you any good at all, did he?" he asked again.
"Not much," the girl whispered.
"That wasn't much fun for you last night with Greenie, either, was it?" the black man asked, laughing.
"No, it wasn't," the girl admitted.
"It's been a little while since I really worked you over, ain't it? I mean with a damn good switching and all."
"You want me to get some switches?" the white girl asked timidly.
Ace laughed.
"No," he said. "Like I told you yesterday, I got something real special planned and I want you to be ready."
"I thought this morning-"
"No," the big black man interrupted her. "That was just regular business. Making some change. I got something else, bigger in mind. I'll let you know about it later. But I guess I can get you pretty warmed up without even switching you. Come on."
He got up and led her into the shack. He lighted the kerosene lamp, shut the door, and pulled down the battered shade. The girl waited patiently.
Ace kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his pants and shirt. The light from the lamp played over his large, black, muscular form as he walked toward the white girl. He could see her shivering a bit and laid her down on the bed and lay down beside her.
He had her place her hands behind her head and move her legs slightly apart. He let his hands play over her white body, caressing her soft flesh, her young breasts, gently massaging the girl's pink nipples between thumb and forefinger. His dark hands glided down across her smooth stomach, over her supple, fleshy white thighs, in between her legs.
The girl's pink form stirred restlessly as a surge of passion flooded through her. She lay still, eyes closed, relaxed, completely submissive to the big Negro. He continued caressing her body with his black hands and a low sigh eased from between the girl's open, moist red lips.
Ace rolled over on top of her, spreading her fleshy thighs wide. Eagerly now, she reached down as he'd trained her, and guided the big hard ebony tool inward, at the same time shoving her hips upward slightly and wrapping her shapely white legs around-him.
The big Negro lunged downward, driving in deep. The white girl moaned and clung to him. He slipped one hand under her wide pale buttocks and the other beneath her shoulders, straining her into him. He pounded up and down furiously.
And then he stopped-suddenly, deliberately. The white girl wriggled and moaned.
"Please, please," she murmured. "G-go, go on." Ace chuckled and started his up and down motions again, this time faster and harder than before.
The girl mouthed small animal-like noises and clung to him hungrily, her hips jerking excitedly. She reached a sudden, shuddering climax and gripped him frantically with her arms and legs.
"Oh," she moaned dreamily. Ace continued his furious motions for several moments longer, erupting massively inside her belly and then fell off her sweat-coated body to one side, panting heavily.
"That sure was something," he whispered. "You really know how to pleasure a man." The white girl smiled dreamily, contentedly. She lay relaxed, her eyes half closed, her breath low and short.
After awhile Ace got up and went to the table and opened a beer. He sat on the edge of the bed, drinking from the can. He glanced at the girl.
He asked, "That help to satisfy you some?"
"That was real good," she told him in a whisper. "Real good."
"See," the black man laughed, "I told you I could get you warmed up good, even without whipping you. You like it better with a whipping now, though, don't you?"
"A whipping helps," she nodded, "but that was really good anyway."
The big black man chuckled. He lay down on the bed beside her. She pressed her small bare white body against him, sighing contentedly.
"You know," Ace said, teasing her, "you're right weird, liking to be whipped. How come you like that?"
"I don't know. I didn't like it before... before you did it to me so much. Now it seems to make it more-it seems to make me more-" she couldn't find the right word. "It gets more out of me with it. It makes me feel more of everything. Or something like that..."
"That why you like to be naked?" the black man teased.
"I guess so," she said, and her voice cracked a bit. "I never had many clothes, and all you give me is the shirt, and usually you don't like me to wear it. I been naked so much with you, I'm used to it mostly. But I don't like being naked around other people besides you. I'm used to being that way with you, but with other people it makes me feel... bad..."
"Damnation," Ace muttered laughing. "I think that's the most you said since I bought you. I ain't never seen anybody like you, not a white girl anyway, but I ain't complaining. I like you just as you are. Greenie was the first one that said you'd learn to like to be whipped, she really had you pegged right. Well, maybe in a day or so we can really take care of that."
"We going back to Spencerville?" the white girl asked, trembling suddenly.
The big Negro grinned.
"I'll let you know that when the time comes," he said, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and pushing down on her head suddenly. "Right now, let's see if you can rouse up your best friend. Go on, and get at it!"
Eagerly, the white girl slipped down on the bed until her face was next to the black man's flaccid black penis. Opening her full red lips, she snaked out her long pink tongue and licked over the long, length of his snake-like shaft. She kissed and licked devotedly along his enormous cock before she ovaled her lips and closed them over the dark purple head. The sticky, half-limp, half-hard tool began to thicken and fill with blood as she started to suck it gently. Ace grunted and placed a hand firmly on her blonde curls.
"Go at it, girl," he ordered. "Get to suckin' me!" The girl continued her caresses, her moist lips and tongue playing over the now fully hardened penis. It filled her mouth, stretching and bulging out her cheeks.
The big Negro suddenly erupted in a gushing splash and the white girl could be heard by him gulping and swallowing down his black seed. Not until she had completely sucked his big black balls dry and licked his ebony cock and sweaty balls clean, did she finally pull back and sat up on the bed. The warm, sticky fluid fresh from the Negro's balls still dripped from her chin. Ace laughed and then gave a low sigh.
"You sure know how it's done all right," he said. "I trained you good!" The girl smiled, happy with the praise. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and licked it clean before she lay back down beside him and pressed her small, pink body against him.
"Yeah," Ace told her, "in a few days we'll see about getting you involved in a little special action, ok?"
"That'll be fine," the white girl said, her eyes glazed and sleepy now. The black man chuckled.