Chapter 8
It was just getting daylight and the inside of the shack was still dark. Ace raised up and reached over to the side of the bed and got his pack of cigarettes lying on the floor. He lit one and watched the smoke drift toward the tin roof.
The naked white girl still slept beside him. The big black man looked at her pale, soft figure, relaxed in sleep. He let one of his hands slide over the smooth white stomach and ran his black fingers through the mound of soft blonde curly hair at her crotch. She smiled dreamily, still sleeping.
The big black man suddenly pinched the smooth softness of her inner thigh and the white girl woke with a yelping squeal. She sat up on the bed and stretched lazily, her arms lifting her twin, pale young breasts, topped with erect, deep red nipples.
"Get your white ass up, slut," Ace told her, "and put me on some coffee and breakfast. I got to get to Fitchburg and see a guy."
She got up quickly and built a fire in the stove and put on his coffee. The naked black man watched the easy, graceful movements of her young, naked pink form as she moved about. She spread some bread with jam and set it on the table so he could have it with his coffee like he enjoyed, and lit the kerosene lamp.
Then she came back to the bed.
Sitting on the side of the bed, she reached down and gently massaged the big Negro's penis and squeezed it gently. Ace laughed and pushed her hand away.
"None of that shit, now," he said, getting up and slipping on his pants. "I got to get going. Tonight, maybe." The white girl, disappointed, shrugged and got up and poured him a cup of coffee. He ate a couple of pieces of the bread, drank the coffee, and then finished dressing. By now it was almost daylight and he started out of the door.
"Eat your scraps, clean the place up and I'll be back," he told her, "about four o'clock, I guess. I got to see this guy in Fitchburg and I might stop and see Greenie if she's not working." He left.
The girl ate some of the bread and jam from Ace's plate and drank the remainder of his cup of coffee and then lay back on the bed. She stretched her naked white body lazily and ran her hands over the smooth, pink flesh. Tonight, Ace had said, they would get together. Perhaps he would whip her. She shivered in anticipation of a wild time.
After a while she got up and cleaned up the place, then she went out on the porch. The morning air was soft, warm. The creak gurgled noisily beneath the small porch. Under the shack the dog scratched himself, thumping the dry dirt with his paw.
The naked white girl sat on the porch for a while and then went down to the creek and bathed. She came back to the shack and sat on the porch until she was dry and then had another cup of the stale coffee. The morning dragged by.
It was around noon when the dog came from beneath the shack and trotted down the rocky path, growling. In a few seconds the beast returned and lay quietly back down in the cool of the small building. Hearing voices, the girl squinted her blue eyes and peered intently down the path.
Ace and two other men came up the path and into the shack. The other two, both Negroes, were grinning broadly. The white girl shivered. The two were Old Dude and Stoney.
Old Dude, almost as big as Ace, was still wearing the striped grey pants and the soiled white shirt he had on when he had visited before. She knew he had probably not even bathed since then. She remembered his smell of stale sweat and musk.
He grinned at the white girl. "Damnation, Ace," he said. "I'm ready for some more of that."
Stoney, tall and lanky, had on a pair of black pants and a striped blue-white shirt. His battered black hat was shoved back on his head. He also grinned broadly at the naked white girl.
"Yeah," he grunted. "I need me some more, too. That kid knows all the tricks and can make up more as she goes along."
Ace chuckled. "You know it," he agreed. "Get us a beer, slut," he told the girl. The three Negroes went out on the small porch, Ace taking another chair. They sat on the porch and took the cans of beer the girl handed them.
Old Dude pulled her to him and wrapped his arm around her naked waist.
"You really got something here," he told Ace. "This is living."
Ace nodded, sipping his beer. "I run into 'em," he told the girl, "down at Slatesville. They both were asleep in Old Dude's car, curled up like a pair of 'possums or something."
"That ain't the best sleeping in the world," Stoney said. "It's rough on the neck."
"You're right," Old Dude said. "We could have come on up here last night, but it was around two, three o'clock in the morning and we figured we had better wait till daylight and we both went to sleep." He let his hands play boldly over the white girl's pink breasts and stomach.
"They took me to Fitchburg," Ace told her. "That's why I'm back so early. So I owe em' a favor. You ready for some good, hard riding and other things?"
"Yes," the white girl answered softly. She smiled slightly.
Stoney was nodding in his chair. Ace shook him.
"Go inside," he said, "and stretch out on the bed. You got time to rest a couple of
hours if you want to."
Stoney got up and yawned widely, rubbing his eyes. "I guess I will," he said. "I sure am sleepy." He went into the shack and lay down and presently his snores shook the small building. Old Dude turned the girl loose and got up.
"I'm given out, too," he said. "I'll just go inside and stretch out on the floor for a while."
"I ain't got no other bed," Ace said.
"That's all right," Old Dude told him. "I'll just stretch out on the floor. I'll be all right." He went inside and the white girl sat down beside Ace. He grinned at her.
"Last time," he said, "me and old Stoney gave you a real going over, didn't we?"
She nodded.
"You like that?" Ace asked.
"It was good, Sir," the girl said. "Real good."
"Beats me," the big Negro said then, teasing her again, "how you can even take it, the whipping and hard screwings and all. I know lots of girls like hard screwing, but that whipping. How come you like it so much now?"
"Oh, I don't know," the white girl whined. "I guess, I don't know..."
She fumbled for words.
"Maybe because you just like to be used. Makes you feel it more if a big black man is whipping your little white butt? Is it something like that?" Ace chuckled.
"Maybe," she said, her eyes starting to spill over with tears. "Maybe that's it... I-I just like it that way."
He laughed at her and pinched her red nipples alternately till she squealed, then he had her get him another beer and sat drinking the brew contentedly.
It was late afternoon when Old Dude and Stoney awoke. Ace had the girl prepare them all some sandwiches and warm up some brown beans. Ace and his guests ate and then the white girl got to eat from their leftover plates. The three men sat on the porch smoking.
The girl finished eating and cleaned, then put away the dishes.
"Hey, white girl," Ace called from the porch. She went to the door of the shack and the big black man handed her his pocketknife. "Go and get two or three good ones," he told her menacingly. The naked girl left and returned in a few minutes with three switches.
"Good enough," Ace said, examining the long, slender whip-like rods. "You ready for a real good working over?"
"Yes," she answered, her voice whimpering with fear.
Stoney laughed. "Damnation," he said. "I ain't never seen nothing like this scene you got here. This is gonna be good!"
He pulled the girl onto his knees and ran his dark hands lewdly over her small white body, caressing the soft pink flesh of her inner thighs and legs and stomach. He turned to Ace. "Why don't we just get at it?" he asked. "I'm kind of hungry for some of this sweet, young white stuff."
Ace stood up. "Come on, then," he said, stepping through the door into the shack. The other two black men and the white girl followed.
"The ropes?" she asked timidly. Ace nodded. She went to the box near the stove and took out the three lengths of rope and tossed two on the table. Going out the door, she appeared again beneath the shack and pushed one end of the rope up through a crack. Ace held it with his bare foot and then when the other end came up through another crack he tied the two ends together.
"Damn! You sure got her well trained," Old Dude commented. "She trained like a bitch dog."
The girl returned and stood in the center of the room, waiting. The two visitors grinned as Ace stepped forward to tie her.
"You two," he told them, "might as well shuck down and be ready." Still grinning, Old Dude and Stoney took off their clothes and tossed them in a corner.
Bending over, Ace secured the white girl's ankles with the rope, pulling her sturdy, shapely young legs wide apart. He stood on a chair and pulled her arms up and tied them to one of the rafters. The white girl, spread-eagled by the ropes, waited for the kiss of the switches on her naked body.
Ace slipped off his pants and his big penis, released, stood up hard and firm. The white girl eyed it admiringly. The big black man picked up one of the switches.
"First," he said, "I'm going to take it slow and easy. Remember, Old Dude," he said, "the last time you was here? I think I'll try that again."
Bending down at one side of the girl, he laid the switch up against her side and then wrapped his big hand around the base of the switch and her ankle, holding the switch against her. Then, with his other hand, he bent the switch out and away from her taut body in a tense arch.
Suddenly he turned it loose and the switch sliced down in a stinging, singing cut, leaving a fiery welt from the girl's thigh, up her side, to under her armpit.
She squealed out loudly in pain, and the three black men grinned.
Still holding the big end of the switch against her ankle, Ace bent the switch back again and again let it come slashing down along her thigh and side.
"Oh! Oh! Oh" the girl moaned as another welt sprang up on her pink flesh.
Ace moved to the other side and grasped the switch and ankle in one hand, bent the switch back, and let it loose. This time the tip of the switch cut across the white girl's tight young breasts, slicing at a tender nipple.
The girl howled like a banshee with pain, shaking her blonde head from side to side. Old Dude grunted and Stoney laughed out loud.
"That one really made her sound off," Stoney said chuckling.
Ace bent the switch back again and turned it loose and another welt was added to the quivering pink flesh. The girl squealed moaned and jerked.
Ace stood up and stepped behind the white girl and lifted the switch. With a vicious slash, be brought the pliant rod down across the girl's soft rounded buttocks. She shoved her hips forward and a bubbling moan hissed through her clenched teeth.
The cry was choked off and became another, sharper howl as the switch crashed down again across the tender, soft flesh just below her buttocks. The tortured naked form jerked from side to side as a long, pain-racked wailing cry was torn from the girl's throat.
"Ace, Ace, Ace," Stoney said excitedly. "Let me have her! Let me have her!" Ace, grinning, threw down the switch and quickly untied the girl and shoved her toward Stoney. He and Old Dude stood grinning as Stoney hurriedly laid the sobbing girl down on the bed and flung himself on top of her in a fever of lust.
The white girl obediently spread her pale thighs, reached down and guided Stoney's big prick inward. She shoved her hips upward and wrapped her legs around him, at the same time putting her white arms around his glistening black shoulders.
The tall, lanky Negro grunted and then fell forward on her, his powerful body quivering. "Damnation!" he muttered.
Ace and Old Dude laughed.
"What's the matter?" Ace asked as Stoney got up from the bed, his dripping penis now limp and soft. The white girl lay on the bed, crying and waiting.
"I just couldn't hold it," Stoney murmured. "Bitch got me too excited."
"Don't let it bother you," Ace told him. "She ain't gonna run out of hot wet pussy any time soon, unless we whip and switch it off her. We'll have her warm you up again in just a little while." He looked at Old Dude.
Old Dude needed no further urging. He was on top of the young girl almost as soon as Stoney was out of the way. Without any help from the girl, he quickly rammed his big black prick in her quim and started pumping away. The girl wrapped her arms and legs around him and responding to his efforts by shoving her hips upward to meet his downward drives.
Old Dude was almost as aroused as Stoney had been and in a few swift motions he reached a peak and erupted in a weakening, quivering burst. He fell forward on the girl, breathing heavily.
Ace laughed. "You two," he said, "give out too soon. Here, let me show you how it's done."
Old Dude got up weakly and sat down in one of the chairs. Ace crawled on top of the white girl. She reached down and guided the big, familiar black penis inward and then wrapped her arms and legs around the big black man. He shoved down, penetrating her deep, and then he lay still, one hand under her buttocks, one under her shoulders. Without moving he pulled her up toward him, and then moved his hips from side to side, grinding roughly down into her.
The white girl moaned with pleasure.
Ace sought her anus with his probing fingers and then shoved up and down, his long, hard prick entering smoothly and easily, sliding in and out. The girl shivered and clung to him, her moist red lips seeking his.
The big black man continued his steady, easy motions, and then stopped suddenly. The white girl moaned and quivered.
"More! More!" she begged him. "Please, please, oh, please! Go on! Go on and fuck me!"
Grinning, Ace started again, driving down and in, up and out, down and in, up and out.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," the white girl moaned. And then she jerked violently and clung desperately to the big black man as she reached an all-consuming, shattering climax. Her welted white body quivered with overpowering passion.
But still Ace continued his hard, steady motions, driving down and into her young womb, up and out, down and in, up and out. The white girl clung to him weakly- As he continued his penetrating jabs, she slowly responded again and gripped her shapely white legs tightly around him, pulling him downward with her arms. Another low moan escaped her spittle-coated lips.
She gave a sharp cry and reached a second, shattering climax. Ace let himself go and gushed forth massively, filling her belly with his eruption. He fell forward on top of the girl, crushing her beneath him, their two bodies jerking and quivering.
Stoney and Dude stared in amazed admiration.
"Hey, man, no wonder that little bitch is hooked on black dick," Stoney said, "you sure brought her around."
"Yeah," Old Dude agreed, grinning widely. "You sure got a thing going with that little slut. I think she thinks you're her Black Daddy!"
Ace got up and sat on the side of the bed and lit a cigarette. The white girl lay with eyes closed, arms and legs outstretched, her young pink breasts and belly rising and falling rapidly, her stomach muscles rippling and quivering.
It was getting dark outside and Ace got up and lit the kerosene lamp and shut the door and pulled down the battered green blind covering the window. He opened beers for himself and Old Dude and Stoney and the three sat drinking, looking lustfully at the naked white girl on the bed. Presently, she opened her eyes and sat up on the bed.
"You like that ride, girl?" Ace asked her.
"Yes, it was good," she said, still panting slightly. The three black men all laughed.
Ace got up and walked over to the bed and pulled the girl to her feet.
"We need," he said, "to let you taste some more of the switches, don't we?"
"I guess so," she answered, whining softly.
"For me," Old Dude said, "I don't need it. I'm ready now."
"I am, too," Stoney said, "but I just as soon see her dance a little more. I kind of like that. You two remember that little white girl we whipped and screwed that time back home? This is lots better!"
"Yeah," Ace said. "Let's touch her up some more. Time enough yet for other things." He shoved the white girl back to the center of the room. The rope that had held her ankles had fallen down through the cracks.
"Get down and get it," he said, smacking her bottom with his wide palm.
She squealed, then left the shack quickly and presently the ends of the rope were shoved up through the cracks again. Ace tied the ends together.
When the girl returned, the big black man tied her legs apart again and then stretched her arms over her head and tied them to the ropes hanging from the rafter. He picked up two of the switches and tossed one to Stoney.
"Give me a hand," he said. "We'll both work on her white ass." Stoney eagerly grabbed the switch and, grinning broadly, stepped to one side of the white girl. Old Dude sat in a chair, his long penis standing straight up. Ace nodded to Stoney.
"You take that side," he said, "and I'll work on this one. Now, slow and easy. Not too fast." He raised the switch and brought it down just below the white girl's armpit. She jerked and tossed back her blonde-maned head and cried out loudly, tears coursing down her flushed red cheeks.
On the other side, Stoney lifted his switch and brought it down, bringing out a welt across the girl's hips. She gave another high, sharp yelp of pain and jerked back and forth.
The two black men, one on each side of the white girl, raised their switches and brought them down, etching red welts on the white flesh from her shoulders to her knees. The girl twisted and turned at the ends of the ropes, her cries of agony filling the small shack. Old Dude watched the whipping, his dark eyes wide with excitement, his penis standing fully erect.
Ace lowered his switch and motioned for Stoney to stop. Putting his hand under the white girl's chin, Ace lifted her tear-streaked face. Sobs racked the welted pink form.
"You had enough?" he asked. "You warmed up enough?"
"Yes, yes," the naked girl murmured. "Oh, please, I've had enough." The big black man laughed.
"Oh, hell," he said. "We just got started. You really want some more, now don't you? Don't you white bitch?!"
The girl shuddered. "Oh.... Please... Yes, I guess so," she sobbed pitifully.
"Good girl! That's a good bitch," he chuckled.
Ace walked to the table and opened three beers, handing one each to Old Dude and Stoney. The three black men sat drinking the beer, ogling the welted, shaking, sobbing naked white girl.
"We'll get back at it in a little while," Ace said. "Let her breathe a bit and think about what she got coming next. She's good for a lot more yet." The girl's body quivered with pain. Her broken sobs gradually died down, and her head hung down on her heaving chest.
Finishing his beer, Ace stood up and beckoned to Stoney. The two men picked up their switches again.
"Take the front," Ace said. He raised his own switch and brought it down across the girl's shoulders. She came instantly to life. Throwing her head back, she howled like an animal with pain as a livid welt appeared on the smooth skin, running from one rounded shoulder to the other.
Stoney raised his switch and brought it down across the white girl's lower stomach,
raising a burning welt just above the clump of blonde pussy hair. The girl jerked violently from side to side back and forth, another wailing scream pealing from her straining throat.
Ace again raised his switch and brought it down, this time right across the girl's pink buttocks. Stoney added another welt across her stomach.
The two black men continued lashing the twisting, jerking body, lacing her aching white flesh with stripes that crossed and criss-crossed. The girl's cries grew louder, sharper; and then died gradually to low pitiful moans. She hung at the ends of the ropes, dripping sweat, pain surrounding her quivering white form, sobs jerking her stomach in and out, her young breasts glistening in the yellow light, heaving and jiggling.
Ace tossed his switch aside. Stoney followed suit. The two slumped down in their chairs.
After a few minutes, Ace got up and untied the girl's feet. When he loosened her wrists she slumped wearily against him, almost falling. He took the naked white girl up in his powerful arms and carried her to the bed. Easing her down, he pushed her welted legs wide apart and quickly mounted her, inserting his big black tool easily.
The quivering white girl stirred, and then wrapped her legs about his black thighs and reached her striped arms around his shoulders. She pressed her welted breasts against his black hairy chest and clung to him hungrily.
Ace moved up and down with powerful, masterful strokes, demanding the young white girl's complete surrender. She groaned and reached a quivering climax and clung to him even more closely. The big black man let himself go and flooded out, filling her sweet young belly in his passionate release. They held each other tightly for long minutes.
Ace got up and moved on to a chair. Stoney immediately eased on top of the girl and entered her still throbbing pink slit. She wiggled her hips excitedly and wrapped her legs and arms around him. Swiftly he pumped away and almost immediately reached a climax.
Old Dude was next. He took his time but even so reached a sudden eruption and collapsed on top of the girl, breathing heavily. He got up weakly and sat in one of the chairs.
The three black men drank another beer and Ace lit a cigarette. The white girl lay exhausted on the bed.
Old Dude sighed wearily. "I couldn't do any more," he said, "if my black ass depended on it."
"We'll see," Ace told him. "I just bet she can fix you right up. How about it, white girl? You gonna get some more action out of my friend? Or you want some more switching? You get him off in your mouth, I might stop switching you for the night." Weakly she got up from the bed and walked unsteadily over to Old Dude. "Let her try, Old Dude," Ace urged.
The white girl knelt between the old black man's legs and laid her tear-streaked face on the inside of his hairy thigh. She opened her mouth and took the limp, gristle-like rod between her teeth, biting gently.
She moved her full wet lips back and forth, wetly slurping the odorous, sticky, black prick into her mouth. Holding his limp penis by the skinned-back foreskin, she nibbled at the underside and lapped it up and down, then let her long red tongue play over the head. She sucked it into her mouth with noisy wet sucking sounds, swallowing his dripping pre-cum and her own secretions that clung stockily to the long, black shaft.
Old Dude moaned. "Hell's bells," he muttered. He stiffened suddenly and erupted weakly into the white girl's mouth. She swallowed down his load and then moved back, a pleased look of accomplishment on her weary face.
"I did it," she said softly.
"You, Stoney?" Ace asked. "You want a sucking?"
"Not me," Stoney replied emphatically. "I've had plenty. I got me a girl in Atlanta and I want to have something left for her when I get back." He stood up suddenly. "And we do have to get back. I've had enough myself."
"Why, hell," Ace said, "it's probably not even midnight yet. We got lots of time."
"We do have to go," Stoney insisted. "I can't do no more good with her, I know, and I ain't sleepy. So I guess we better go. There'll be another time."
"He's right," Old Dude told Ace. "I'm all used up myself. There'll be another time, I hope."
"Sure thing," Ace agreed. "There'll be another time. She still got lots of pussy left. I just wish you two would stay a little longer, but if you got to go, then that's the way it is."
Old Dude and Stoney put on their clothes. The white girl returned to the bed and sprawled out weakly, her eyes closed.
"We do aim to come back," Stoney said, eying the girl. Ace slipped on his pants and shoes and left with them. In a few minutes he was back and had slipped off his clothes and lay down on the bed beside the still-weeping white girl.
He stroked her welted body. She opened her blue eyes. The black man grinned.
"You have a good time bitch?" he asked her. She nodded her head slightly. "Well," he said, "we'll see what else we can do to you when you rest a while. How about that?"
"It would be all right," the naked white girl sniffled, pressing her welted pink body close against him. The big black man grinned and put his powerful arms around her. They kissed.