Man's inhumanity to man takes many various forms in the modern world. Men have turned upon their brothers with almost inhuman savagery for a wide variety of motives, but the spark which has ignited the greatest flames of violence and hatred has been the question of race. In every land, some ethnic group or clan has sought to establish itself as the "master race" of the region, subjugating all others to its will, often with fearsome brutality. Nowhere on earth has the violence of the self-styled
"master race" erupted with more cruelty and destructive force than in certain backwater regions of the American Deep South.
The story you are about to read concerns itself with those racial passions and the violence they inspire. You will observe the agony and struggles of a beautiful young woman, trapped by an accident of birth among the "inferiors," as she fights for survival against the brutal tactics of the "masters" and their nightriding agents, the dreaded Ku Klux Klan.
It is the sincere hope of the author and publishers that this work may contribute in some respect to bettered relations and feelings of brotherhood among all men. For only by recognizing the errors and sins of the past may we build a better tomorrow, based upon those principles of brotherhood. If this book in any measure contributes to that improvement of race relations and brotherhood, the author and publishers will have well achieved their purpose.
Join us now for the heart-rending tale of a vibrant and sensuous young woman who finds herself helpless in the face of rampant vigilantism and brutality in her native land. It is a story as old as the birth of man, and at once as modern as tomorrows headlines.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Maisie Dixon closed the door of the cabin behind her and slumped against it. Her young body shook slightly as she wept, sobbing into the handerchief held against her face. After a long moment, she walked unsteadily across the small living room and kitchen, into the cabin's tiny bedroom.
Memories and grief swept over Maisie as she collapsed onto the broad double bed. The funeral had drained her emotionally, and she felt now as if her whole world lay in ruins around her. Two days earlier her life had been filled with happiness and hope for a brighter future, but now....
Bobby Lee had meant the world to Maisie. Bobby Lee Brown, the most handsome Negro man in all of Brown County. Tall and athletic, with steely muscles rippling beneath his ebony skin. The least memory of Bobby Lee brought goosebumps to Maisie's flesh, and she felt her nipples begin to stiffen.
Bobby Lee had been a natural rebel, what the white folks of Brown Country would naturally consider an "uppity nigra." He had strongly believed in equal rights, and-even more daring-he had spoken out for the cause here in the heart of the Deep South. Public protests were the next logical step, and even here he had led the way, unfrightened by the police harassment and numerous threats against him.
Maisie moaned softly to herself and shivered as she thought of Bobby Lee. They had met in high school-the rural school which Brown County reserved for its black children. They dated often, soon going steady, and experimented timidly with sex in that magic summer after graduation. Then came college, for Maisie, and for Bobby Lee, the civil rights movement.
Events swept through Maisie's mind now with lightning speed. She had not seen Bobby Lee since the Easter recess, keeping in touch through letters and by watching his protest marches on television. With summer vacation, Brown County drew Maisie like a magnet, back to her home town of Serenity and to Bobby Lee Brown.
The funeral services had sapped most of Maisie's vitality, but even so her thoughts of her young absent lover awakened a tremor of desire. Her sadness was mingled with a sense of guilt as her nipples stiffened to full erection and a warm tingle flared between her full thighs. She struggled to shake off the unwelcome desire, deciding that a warm bath might help, and arose from the bed to undress.
Warm thoughts of her murdered lover continued to haunt Maisie as she unzipped her black dress and let it fall to the floor around her feet. The skimpy white bra and bikini panties stood out starkly against her coffee-colored flesh. For a long moment she stared at her semi-nude reflection in the full length bedroom mirror, recalling the way Bobby Lee had worshipped at her body as if at a holy shrine. The flames of desire licked higher in her young pussy, and Maisie pressed her thighs together and shivered with a combination of guilt and lust.
Bobby Lee had been the only lover in Maisie Dixon's nineteen-year-old life, and now he was dead! The end had come so suddenly, totally without warning, during the happiest and most exciting time of Maisie's life. Of course there had been danger in the protest movement, everyone knew that. Brown County was in the heart of redneck country, with a cruel racist sheriff and a thriving chapter of the Ku Klux Klan. Threats and minor acts of harassment against the protestors were routine, but Maisie had never expected such violence as had torn apart her life.
Maisie moved into the little bathroom, turning on the hot water in the tub. Her mind flashed back to the events of that fatal afternoon two days before as she slowly removed her underclothing. A cool breeze from the open window caressed her now naked breasts, but Maisie's thoughts were miles away, in the town square before the Serenity courthouse.
The demonstration had been larger than most. Coming at the end of a month-long organizational movement, a mass gathering to register Negro voters had drawn large crowds of both blacks and whites. The blacks came to listen and learn, while the whites seemed interested only in hurling taunts and threats at the marchers. Pot-bellied Sheriff Buck Jackson was there, along with his squint-eyed deputy, Tag Watson. Jack Peters was there too, "Grand Dragon" of the Brown County Klan, with a select group of his loyal followers. Maisie shivered anew as she recalled the klansmen's jeering obscenities.
"Fuckin'niggers, go back to the cotton patch!"
"Damned spades! Talk about votin' and really want a shot at some white women!!"
"Hey nigger-you had your chocolate milk today??"
Maisie was repelled by the memory of their blind and ignorant cruelty. A chill of latent fear seized her as she slid her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her bikini panties. Slowly she peeled the flimsy material down over her gently swelling hips and the firm round cheeks of her buttocks. The pan- ties smoothly descended the silken columns of her thighs and on down her long legs, until she could step out of them and kick them aside.
The bathtub was filling rapidly now, and Maisie murmured in satisfaction as she tested the water with her toes, finding it to be just the right warmth. Slowly, gingerly, she stepped into the steaming tub and settled back into the hot, relaxing bath. The water smarted on her tender flesh at first, but in a moment she became accustomed to the temperature, savoring the warm current as it caressed her aching loins.
Maisie's memory was drawn back irresistibly to that day in the town square at Serenity. After what seemed an eternity of taunts and shouted obscenities, violence flared on the fringe of the crowd. Someone-black or white-threw a punch, and general fighting exploded in the square. A gang of klansmen threw punches at Negroes all around them, and Sheriff Jackson and his deputy waded into the crowd, flailing at black heads with their cruel nightsticks.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Bobby Lee was beside her, encircling her with his arms as he led her through the riot to safety. Blocks away and safe once more, they jumped into Bobby Lee's old station wagon and put Serenity behind them.
Dusk was falling as they drove on into the countryside, Maisie pressing close against Bobby Lee on the front seat of the station wagon. Bobby Lee was furious, raging against the town, the sheriff and the klansmen in his frustration and anger. Finally, miles from the little cabin they were sharing for the summer, he pulled the car into a secluded country lane and shut off the engine.
He pulled Maisie into his arms, close to tears and badly in need of comfort. Instinctively she knew how to soothe her man's injured pride. She came to him willingly, trembling with anticipation as his hands sought and found the warm mounds of her breasts.
Reclining in the hot bath, Maisie Dixon felt the old desire flare up anew in her loins. A warm moistness which had nothing to do with the bath was spreading through her young pussy, and her full hips began a slow rotation against the bottom of the tub. Slowly, almost unconsciously, she brought the fingertips of one hand up to the nipple of her left breast while the other hand strayed idly downward, across her smooth flat belly.
Maisie's recollection of that lethal night continued. Bobby Lee had undressed her slowly, murmuring his love as he slowly peeled the bright print blouse from her smooth shoulders. His warm lips and tongue traced wet patterns along the hollow of her throat as he fumbled briefly with the hooks which held her bra in place. And then she was naked to the waist, her mounding breasts bare in the moonlight filtering in through the windshield.
Bobby Lee's questing mouth moved along the round curve of one breast to capture her stiffening nipple. He held the little bud gently between his teeth and teased it with the tip of his tongue until Maisie groaned and writhed her buttocks against the car seat in passion. His hungry mouth moved on to the other straining breast, while his warm fingers slid along the inside of her thigh, searching for her panty-covered pussy mound. The light stroking of his masculine fingers against the thin nylon covering her crotch touched off a raging inferno of lust in Maisie's palpitating young cunt.
Remembering their last night together, Maisie Dixon slowly surrendered to the growing demands of her yearning body. Her left hand began a more forceful tugging at her tingling nipple bud, while the fingers of her other hand crept into the wet forest of her pussy hair. One extended finger parted the upper flanges of her cuntal lips and made searing contact with the blossoming bud of her clitoris. The electric shock of pure erotic sensation brought Maisie momentarily back to reality.
Oh God! she wailed inwardly, I mustn't do this! Not today, of all days!! It's so wrong!!
But Maisie's memory of her last night with young Bobby Lee Brown was too strong, too lifelike. It swept her along involuntarily into a dreamlike state, trance-like in her erotic reverie. As her mind traveled into the past, her fingers continued their gentle manipulation of her pussy lips.
She could clearly picture Bobby Lee as he had been that night, looming above her as she reclined on the front seat of the station wagon. His eyes were bright with lust and his teeth shone brightly in his dark face as he surveyed her partial nakedness displayed before him. Her short skirt had ridden up around her hips, and his hands slid under it now, eager fingers curling into the waistband of her panties. The flimsy garment yielded easily, slipping over her hips with a swishing sound as she raised her buttocks from the seat to accommodate him.
A growl of uncontrolled lust escaped Bobby Lee's lips as Maisie's moist cunt was bared to his gaze. He flung the crumpled panties aside as he eyed the erotic beads of moisture clinging to the mahogany beauty's curling pubic hair. With one finger, he tantalizingly traced the lips of her cunt, evoking a moan of frustration from the young girl's panting lips. He flicked teasingly at her clitoris, then took her by surprise, thrusting his index finger deep into the channel of her wet pussy. Taken totally unawares, Maisie arched her nubile body up from the seat cushions as a searing wave of agonizing pleasure swept her frame.
Undulating slowly in her hot bath, Maisie seemed to be reenacting her last night with Bobby Lee Brown. Guilt feelings were cast aside now, as her erotic fantasies spurred her questing fingers to bolder explorations of her trembling cunt. Oh Bobby Lee, her mind cried out as a first experimental finger slipped into the tight, grasping entrance of her vagina.
Eyes closed tightly, Maisie could see her lost lover as clearly as if he were alive and there before her in the bathtub. Straining her lust-ringing ears, she imagined she could hear the harsh rasp of his zipper that night, as he peeled his trousers away from his loins to reveal his jutting manhood. Bobby Lee's cock had terrified Maisie at first, an imposing pillar of blood-gorged male flesh which she only gradually came to accept as an instrument of pleasure instead of pain.
And how she had longed for his cock that night! It riveted her gaze as it stood out from his curly bush of wiry pubic hair, long and stout, the head flaring like that of an enraged cobra. A single milky drop of cum glistened at the tip of his glans, accentuating the deep vertical slit from which his hot jism would soon spurt forth. -'
Bobby Lee had watched her writhe beneath him, her body silently begging for the release she craved. He gave a throaty chuckle of desire, gloating at his power over her as he lightly stroked his cock into even greater erection.
"What you want, woman?" he teased, giving Maisie a lecherous grin, "You want this?" He thrust his hips forward, his massive penis hovering over her nude torso like a magician's magic wand.
"Please, Bobby Lee," she begged, writhing frantically, "For God's sake, fuck me now!!"
He spoke no word of response, but leaned forward, lowering his hips for a better angle above her arching pelvis. Guiding his turgid cock with one hand, he brought the moist head into searing contact with the tiny mouth of her cunt. Maisie moaned audibly, and her body began to twitch uncontrollably as Bobby Lee made slow teasing swipes along the length of her pussy with his cock head. Her hands sought his hips, fingers curved into claws, desperate to imbed his penis in her yearning loins.
"Oh sweet Jesus, Bobby! Now!! Fuck me now!!!" she wailed, engulfed in the sweet agony of sexual anticipation.
Her ebony lover laughed again, almost cruelly. "Sheeit, girl, you ain't ready yet-not by a long shot!"
Her moan became a cry of desperation as Bobby Lee's hungry mouth fastened once more upon the straining nipple of her firm young breast. He was almost gnawing her breast flesh now, bringing a gasp of mingled pain and pleasure to her lips as his teeth and tongue tormented her. He mouthed her breasts for what seemed an eternity, and then she felt his wet lips trailing slowly away from her quivering nipple buds, seeking other pastures. He moistened the deep valley between her firm tits with tiny, nibbling kisses, sucking little mounds of flesh between his teeth to stroke them with his tongue. Maisie was almost weeping with pleasure and pent-up desire when his questing mouth reached the satiny plain of her stomach.
Reclining, semi-conscious in the hot bath, Maisie Dixon could almost feel her lover's tongue upon her silken flesh. Her sensitive fingers gently retraced the erotic path his lips had followed that night, and she trembled more violently as her pussy clenched tighter in a sudden spasm. One hand continued to massage her belly with feathery strokes, while the other deftly parted the moist furrows of her yearning cunt, and ventured timidly inside. She could plainly feel the internal tremors ripple through her vaginal flesh as her thoughts returned once more to young Bobby Lee Brown and their last lustful night together.
Her lover's lips had paused briefly at her tiny navel, and the hot tip of his tongue flicked teasingly inside. She arched her back to offer more, but already his sucking mouth had moved on, trailing wetly across her lower belly toward the fringes of her pubic hair. Here he paused again, his face hovering close above her succulent cunt. She could feel his hot breath on the tiny bulge of her clitoris, and she vainly ground her hips upward from the seat, seeking contact with his smiling lips and teeth.
Bobby Lee smiled inwardly at the total rapture displayed by this luscious woman arrayed before him. He could plainly see her cuntal lips, flexing lightly of their own accord, turning slowly inward in their beckoning need. He planted a quick kiss on the fiery bud of Maisie's clit, and watched her shiny brown torso twist in a convulsion of frustrated lust.
And now he began his teasing in earnest. Even now, days later, with Bobby Lee dead and in the ground, the lustfully inciting memories were totally real to young Maisie Dixon. She was actually reliving her lover's lustful caress as she lay in the bathtub, fervently massaging her own aching cunt.
Bobby Lee had refused to grant her immediate release, however. Placing his warm palms on the inside of each of her firm thighs, he slowly spread her statuesque legs wide apart. The entire plain of her loins was now open to the lustful gaze of Maisie Dixon's young lover. She held her breath, straining every muscle and nerve in an effort to control the raging desire which swept through her lower body like a forest fire of passion. The cool evening breeze which entered the car to lap at the fringes of her hot young cunt did nothing to assuage the black girl's rampant lust.
Staring down her body, between the twin mounds of her full, firm breasts, Maisie watched her lover's head dip toward the yawning portal of her femininity. But still his lips avoided her dripping honey pot, trailing instead along the warm inside of one thigh, almost to the knee and then back again to the junction of thigh and hip. Maisie's legs began trembling uncontrollably, and she bounced her firm young asscheeks on the car seat, to direct Bobby Lee's attention cunt-ward. And yet his mouth passed over her steaming box, passing on to torment her other quivering thigh in an identical fashion.
Maisie Dixon felt tears of longing gather beneath her eyelids as she verged on sexual despair. And then, without warning, Bobby Lee's hot lips descended on her waiting cunt in an avalanche of passion. His fiery tongue made long, waggling sweeps along the entire drenching length of her slit, as her body arched and twisted completely off the car seat in a paroxysm of fierce desire. His long tongue frantically alternated strokes, first sweeping the edges of her cuntal lips, then curling to plunge deep within the confines of her vagina itself. Maisie was half-delirious with passion when his tongue dipped even lower, stabbing with jarring impact at her tiny cringing asshole.
"Oh God no, Bobby Lee! Not there!! Oh nooooo!!" She wailed out her shock and surprise in feeble protest.
Bobby Lee Brown ignored the young woman's pleading, sucking and nibbling at her virginal rectum with renewed ardor. After a moment, his hot tongue began a frenzied sweeping action between her vibrant rectum and the clasping orifice of her cunt, bathing all the sensitive tissue in between. With a wail of surrender, Maisie brought her shaking thighs together, clasping them around her lover's head. Bobby Lee knew he had her now, and as her curled fingers tangled in his kinky hair, he smashed his mouth tight against her plundered genitals. He violently inhaled a great mouthful of pussy flesh as Maisie began to buck her hips, caught in the throes of approaching orgasm.
Just short of her climax, Bobby Lee forcefully withdrew from his young lover's grasp, rising again to a kneeling position above her. Her eyes met his, pleading, as her hips undulated seductively and her fingers twisted at her stiff and hardened nipples.
"Oh please, Bobby Lee," Maisie moaned in supplication. "Puhleese ... I need your cock right now!!!"
"Awright, woman," her bronze lover responded with evident self-satisfaction, "Now you ready for some good ole fashioned fuckin'."
She gratefully babbled her gratitude as Bobby Lee bent lower, levering her thighs apart with his knees, spreading wide the furred plain of her crotch. The blunt head of his cock pressed tightly against the muscular ring of her pussy mouth, and for a split second Maisie experienced the tinge of bittersweet pain which she always felt at her lover's forceful entry. She fought to relax her pelvic muscles, content in the knowledge that soon her pussy would expand to fully accommodate the driving piston of his maleness. The blood-gorged cock forced its way one inch into Maisie's clasping love tunnel as she ground her young ass into the seat below, weeping with ecstasy.
Alone in her steaming bath, Maisie Dixon was becoming totally engulfed in her erotic fantasy. Her fingers were massaging her clitoris urgently now, while the other hand tweaked mercilessly at the twin bullets of her excited nipples. Her breath came in short gasping spurts through tightly clenched white teeth, as her head whipped from side to side in excitement. Her physical needs had swallowed up her grief and terror at the knowledge of her fantasy's inevitable tragic outcome.
In her half-waking state, Bobby Lee towered above her, gathering breath and bunching his tight muscles for the deep thrust that would impale her on his steely cock. And then, suddenly, the quality of the scene changed drastically. The unexpected glare of headlights reflected from the sweat on Bobby Lee's startled face. And the low hum which had been pushed aside by Maisie's sex-maddened consciousness was now the roar of an automobile engine, too immediate to ignore. The panting black girl was instinctively scrambling for clothing to cover herself when the world fell in around her.
A man's harsh voice bawled out, "Here it is nigger!!" And the night exploded in a series of rapid-fire gunshots. Maisie's scream was lost in the shower of glass as Bobby Lee collapsed across her naked torso, his life departing in a single wet gasp, his blood trickling across her breasts to stain the seat cushions.
The agony of that fatal night brought fresh tears to Maisie Dixon's eyes, as her mental anguish battled for supremacy over the erogenous flame in her twisting loins. But the young black girl was too far gone now, too desperately in need of sexual fulfillment to be deterred from her sensuous vaginal massage. Both hands were cupped to her groin now, plundering fingers pinching and kneading her cun-tal flesh toward quivering release.
Maisie gave no more thought to her present surroundings now as she drove relentlessly on toward orgasm. She found the nub of her clitoris with one thumb, treating the pleasure button to a brisk rotating massage that sent powerful shivers throughout her body. Her legs doubled up as if of their own accord, her feet finding purchase on the rim of the tub, pushing to elevate her throbbing pussy toward her grinding hands.
In the back of her swirling mind, Maisie was dimly conscious of a strange noise from the front room of the cabin, vaguely noting a sudden breeze which plucked at the curtains of the window above her. She dismissed the intrusion immediately, single minded now in her drive for total sensual release.
One firm hand continued to torment her young cunt, three fingers now sluicing rapidly in and out of the slippery vaginal channel, while the thumb rapidly strummed her erect clitoris. Meanwhile, her other hand raced to and fro across her wet curvaceous young abdomen, stroking breasts and thighs, lingering upon tightened nipples before plunging down again in a tingling sweep across her slick belly. Her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched in trembling spasms of pleasure.
"Oh God, Bobby Lee," she crooned mindlessly to her missing lover. "Oh Jesus, Aauughh!!"
Maisie Dixon felt as if her entire body might burst open at any moment, so intense was her sexual longing. In her fevered mind, it was Bobby Lee's long cock rather than her own slippery fingers which was pummeling the interior walls of her eager pussy.
In desperation, Maisie slid her free hand along her soapy flank, cupping her ass cheek in her warm palm. The smooth tip of her middle finger made sudden jolting impact with her tightly crinkled rectum as her ass pumped wildly up and down in the tub. Lightly, uncertainly, she probed more forcefully against the rubbery ring of her anal sphincter, evoking a white-hot stab of mingled pain and pleasure from her asshole.
Spurred on to even greater efforts of self-stimulation, Maisie pressed the exploring finger into the narrow confines of her rectum. The effect was jarring. Her entire lower body began to spasm and twist in erotic response to the new invasion of her hitherto untouched anal cavity. Maisie had never before imagined such intense gratification from such a forbidden internal caress.
Shame peeked weakly into the black girl's consciousness, but was quickly washed aside in a renewed wave of passion from the double invasion of her cunt and asshole. Feverish digits pumped more rapidly now into both openings as the young woman flogged herself along toward the eagerly awaited explosion of erotic release.
Maisie could actually feel her hands, working at their separate tasks, through the fine wall of flesh separating her internal passages. Her pulse pounded cannonlike in her ears as she threw one leg over the side of the tub, spreading her loins for easier access from her pillaging fingers. She could feel the sexual tension which precedes orgasm building, like a tight knot of frustration at the base of her spine. Madly she pumped her fingers, helpless and hopeless in her quest for fulfillment through lurid masturbation.
Staring at the bathroom ceiling through slitted eyelids, Maisie Dixon gasped out her frenzied anticipation as her torso heaved wildly, splashing water from the tub onto the bathroom floor.
"Ohhh Goddd!" she wailed. "Jeeessuuss, I can't stand it!! I'm cuuummmiinngggt! Aaauuugghh-hh!!!"
Maisie's entire bronze body arched up from the tub as the bomb of orgasm exploded in her groin and sent fiery tendrils through every portion of her being. Rivulets of water streamed from her heaving breasts and belly as she convulsed, finger-fucking herself to complete climax, wide hips frantically pumping in mid-air. One fierce convulsion after another twisted her succulent torso within the confines of the bathtub, while she wailed her keen pleasure to the deaf walls. Her heels drummed against the porcelain tub, and her tiny clit seemed to flower open to emit a white-hot flame of satisfaction.
Finally, after what seemed hours but must have been mere seconds of time, Maisie settled back limply into the waters of the tub. Her young breasts heaved unevenly as her breath came in ragged gasps of exhaustion. Gingerly she withdrew her probing fingers from her smarting rectum and cum-drenched young vagina. Her legs and firm thighs were briefly seized by a gentle trembling in the aftermath of her tumultuous orgasm.
And then, with her dazed mind still on the fringes of a sexual never-never land, Maisie Dixon was startled back to cruel reality by a new and foreign sound. It was, incredibly, the sound of someone applauding! Somebody was standing in the open doorway of the bathroom, clapping their hands!!
Terrified, Maisie snapped her eyes open and faced the source of the sound. There in the doorway, regarding her limp nudity with undisguised lust, stood not one, but two men. Both were white, and both were in uniform. Maisie knew them at once. Nearest the foot of the tub, leering directly into the open mouth of her moist young vagina, was potbellied Sheriff Buck Jackson. To Jackson's immediate left, paying closer attention to the still- hard nipples of her firm breasts, was the sheriffs weasel-eyed deputy, Tag Watson. Maisie began to tremble with fright under the piercing gaze of the two country lawmen.
"Ain't that a sight to behold?" the heavy sheriff asked his deputy, before spitting a stream of tobacco juice onto the bathroom floor.
"It appears like any ol' hole will do for this hot little gal," the deputy replied with an evil smile.
"Yeah, I should say that buck Bobby Lee did all right for hisself afore he went and got kilt," the sheriffs comment ended in a rumbling laugh.
Maisie flushed with shame as she realized the two lawmen had witnessed her own lewd finger-fucking, and twisted frantically in the bathtub, striving in vain to cover her nakedness with her arms. After a moment, the laughter of both men ceased, and their faces turned as hard as the weapons on their belts. It was the sheriff who next broke the silence.
"Get yore ass outta that tub, gal," he drawled. "You-all under arrest-for the murder of Bobby Lee Brown!"
CHAPTER TWO
Young Maisie Dixon could not believe her ears. "Wha ... what did you say?" she stammered weakly, "You ... you must be insane!"
"None of yore sass, nigger!" snapped Sheriff Buck Jackson. "You are under arrest, so you best haul your black ass outta that bath afore we do it for ya."
At that, Deputy Tag Watson took a menacing pace forward, his lecherous grin expanding from ear to ear. Maisie could stand no more, and decided meekly to submit to the arrest, rather than provoke these cruel men to further outrages.
"PI... please? A towel?" she begged as she stood up in the tub, warm water streaming from her barely-covered nude body. She could feel the lawmen's cold eyes searching the succulent curves of her body as she struggled vainly to hide at least her nipples and her young pussy from their gaze.
The only towel in the room hung on a rack several feet away, beside the sheriff. Deputy Watson reached it first, holding it out to Maisie in a mocking display of false chivalry.
"Here ya go, gal," the deputy chuckled, "you best not catch cold now, hear?" He spun the bath towel like a bullfighter's cape and then spread it wide, waiting for Maisie to come to him.
Timidly she turned her back to him as she stepped from the bathtub, feeling the men's eyes raking her naked body like invisible hands. She took a shaky pace backward, and Tag Watson draped the bath towel across her glistening brown shoulders. For one sickening moment the deputy's hands lingered on her shoulders, then swept the length of her curvaceous spine to pat lewdly at her plump ass cheeks, barely covered by the towel.
Sheriff Jackson's voice cut through the other lawman's reverie. "Git dressed, gal, we all goin' for a ride into town."
Maisie turned toward the bulky officer, cringing inside the skimpy towel, strongly aware that it did more to accentuate than to hide her sensuous young body. When she spoke, her voice trembled with rising fear.
"Sheriff, you know I didn't kill Bobby Lee!"
"Nigger," the sheriff taunted through clenched teeth, "the Soopreem Court says you got the right to remain silent, so shut the fuck up and git dressed like I told ya!"
The venom of his reply halted any further comment from Maisie, and she headed shakily for the bedroom to find some clothes. As she passed Tag Watson, the deputy's coarse fingers snaked out to quickly caress the barely concealed swell of one breast.
"I'll see she don't slip out the window or sumpin," Watson snickered, following Maisie into the little bedroom of the cabin.
With a false show of gallantry, the deputy swept open the closet door, then stood aside as Maisie approached the rack of clothes. She hesitated for one moment of indecision, slumping a little in her despair, so that her towel dipped slightly to expose one brown nipple. Tag Watson licked his lips noisily and drew in a deep breath at the enticing spectacle of her glistening breast flesh.
Noting the deputy's reaction, Maisie quickly straightened her skimpy covering, inwardly flushing with renewed embarrassment.
"Could you ... wait outside while I -... get dressed?" Maisie pleaded timidly.
"Naw," Watson gloated lewdly, "I gotta make i sure you ain't got no concealed weapons in here. Jest get; on with your business now, the sheriff don't like waitin'."
Trembling with shame, Maisie Dixon reached into her closet and withdrew a hanger holding a skirt and blouse. Laying the clothing on the bed, she stepped to the dresser with Watson in closer pursuit. Hugging the bath towel against her slippery nude body with one hand, she rummaged in the drawers and withdrew a pair of panties and a bra. She was pondering the best way to get dressed without totally exposing her body to Tag Watson, when the deputy leaned forward and plucked the flimsy bra from her grasp.
"None of that, now," he advised, absently stroking the transparent material with his thick fingers, "prisoners can't take nothin' in the jail they might hang theirselves with." Laughing evilly, he tossed the filmy brassiere aside.
Helpless tears gathered beneath Maisie Dixon's long eyelashes, and streamed down her brown cheeks. Turning her back to Watson, she struggled to balance on one foot while stepping into the pair of bikini panties, but she quickly lost her balance. Groping for the dresser to support herself, Maisie lost control of the bath towel and it fluttered to the bedroom floor, leaving her completely nude before the gaping lawman. She bent quickly to recover the towel, but Watson stepped forward, placing his boot on one corner so that she could not lift it.
"That ole thing's jest in yore way, gal," he advised with a lewd wink, "now you finish gettin' dolled up, and be quick about it!"
Sobbing quietly, Maisie hastened to step into the thin panties, fully aware that the garment did little to hide the hair-covered mound of her genitals. Next she slipped into the brightly patterned silk blouse, buttoning it hastily across the rising swell of her taut young breasts. The cool afternoon breeze through the window and the friction of her naked breasts against the cool silk, caused her nipples to come instantly erect, spiking out through the fine material, plainly visible. Lastly, she pulled the skirt up the bronze columns of her legs, buttoning it quickly across one rounded hip.
"There's one other little detail," Watson announced, releasing a pair of handcuffs from their place on his gun belt.
"Oh please," Maisie begged, retreating against the wall, "don't lock me up in those!"
Tag Watson ignored her plea. Snaking out one hand, he tangled the fingers in Maisie's black hair and wrenched her from the wall, hurling her face down onto the bed. Tiger-like he sprang upon her, twisting one arm cruelly behind her back and snapping the steel cuff around her slender wrist as he straddled her hips. The other wrist was quickly cuffed as well, but the panting deputy made no move to rise from Maisie's prostrate form. Instead, he began to stroke her back through the thin material of her blouse, while he ground his crotch against the twin mounds of her firm young ass. She could plainly feel the hard shaft of his long cock pummeling the thinly clothed furrow of her plump bottom.
Tag Watson's crude assault was suddenly interrupted by the voice of Sheriff Jackson calling from the living room.
'Tag? Fetch that nigger gal out heah, and let's get a move on!"
Breathing heavily, Watson reluctantly crawled off of Maisie and brushed a few of the wrinkles from his khaki uniform. As he roughly hauled Maisie to her feet, she could see the bulge of his erection in the front of Watson's uniform trousers. As she tottered unsteadily on her feet, the cruel deputy encircled her with his arms and pulled her tight against him, humping his hardened cock against the front of her skirt.
"I ain't done with you yet, gal," Watson threatened, "we gonna be seein' each other for a while yet."
With that, Watson shoved her from the small bedroom and into the living room. Sheriff Jackson took over there, manhandling her through the door and down the short walk toward his patrol car. He pulled open the rear door and roughly shoved Maisie inside into a sitting position, with her cuffed wrists twisted painfully behind her. Maisie's fright increased as Deputy Tag Watson slid into the seat beside her, wedging her tightly against the opposite door of the squad car. Watson let his hand rest idly on her trembling thigh as Sheriff Jackson climbed behind the wheel and started the car, pulling out onto the dusty highway.
"Please believe me, Sheriff," Maisie Dixon began timidly, "you must know I couldn't have killed Bobby Lee! We were ..."
Jackson's harsh voice cut her off cold. "I done told you once to shut ya mouth. Ifn I haveta tell you again you gonna be spittin' teeth!"
Tag Watson snickered softly while his rough fingers stroked the inside of Maisie's warm young thigh. Her cramped position in the squad car had hiked the hem of her short skirt almost to her hips, nearly exposing the thin crotchband of her flimsy panties. She wriggled on the seat, striving to cover her crotch and thighs, but with her hands bound behind her the effort served only to further expose her loins. The lecherous deputy stared at her near-naked groin with undisguised lust.
Turning to avoid Tag Watson's gaze, Maisie watched the Southern countryside unroll beyond the window of the sheriffs car. The sun had dipped below the tops of the tall cypress trees, and long streamers of Spanish moss cast ghostly shadows across the narrow country road. Suddenly, the young black girl was snapped back to reality by an alien touch along the swell of her right breast.
Deputy Tag Watson was tracing the bright flowered design of Maisye's blouse with his index finger, leering indecently. He poked roughly at the center of one print flower, watching her supple young breast wobble in lewd reaction to his probing.
That sure is a pretty blouse you got there," the lawman leered as his caressing palm captured the full orb of her tit, "Nice material, too!"
Maisie Dixon felt her budding nipple stiffen involuntarily under the deputy's manipulations, and she flushed with shame at the uncontrollable reaction. Oh God, no, she thought, I can't respond to this redneck's crude advances!! As if he could read her thoughts, Tag Watson captured her nipple bud through the thin material of her blouse, rolling it slowly between thumb and forefinger. Maisie frantically clenched her thighs and ground her white teeth together as the manual assault set off unwanted sparks of response deep in her belly. Madly, she ground her buttocks into the seat in an effort to quench the spreading heat in her loins, but she succeeded only in wedging the crotchband of her thin panties tight against the throbbing bud of her clitoris. The deputy was not blind to the black girl's growing reaction. Still pretending to sample the material of her thin blouse, Watson flicked open the top button of the garment, leering over the newly exposed cleavage. Maisie looked hopelessly to the sheriff for help, but his lecherous eyes regarded her with a combination of lust and hatred from the rear-view mirror. She bit her moist lower lip in terror and frustration as Tag Watson's fingers plucked at the second button of her blouse. The flimsy garment fell open, exposing the bronze mounds of her succulent breasts almost to the budding brown nipples. Maisie shivered uncontrollably as the lecherous deputy noisily licked his lips.
"You sure have gro wed up, gal," Watson gloated, eyeing her firm, swelling breast flesh.
Maisie Dixon cringed against the door of the patrol car as Watson's rough fingertips began to stroke the satiny swell of her young tit. He flicked one side of her blouse away, fully exposing her right breast to his lecherous eyes and hands. His coarse palm circled the warm orb in a rough circular caress. The crude stimulation provoked an undesired reaction from her sensitive young nipple, causing it to blossom outward, bullet-like against the deputy's hand. The young black girl shivered violently, and two lone tears welled up beneath her eyelids to streak her cheeks.
"Oh please, leave me alone," Maisie implored, weeping helplessly.
"Hush up, nigger," the white man hissed, "you wouldn't wanna distract the sheriff from his driving would ya?"
Watson emphasized his order with a cruel twist of Maisie Dixon's tender nipple, Her entire supple body arched off the car seat, her mouth yawning in a soundless scream. He released her flesh at last, and she collapsed back upon the cushion. The pain in her young breast subsided quickly, and was replaced by a strange warmth, radiating outward from her throbbing nipple bud to engulf her upper torso. Oh God, she asked herself, what are these men doing to me??
Tag Watson's hand slipped inside her gaping blouse again, and was idly massaging her smooth belly, when the sheriffs voice interrupted her reverie.
"We're here, Tag," the heavy man growled over his shoulder. "Let's check this out afore we head on in."
Maisie now noticed for the first time that the patrol car had stopped. Glancing through the window, she could make out little of the terrain in the rapidly falling dusk. Tag Watson reached across her chest to open the door, his forearm deliberately chafing at her quivering nipples in the process. Almost as an afterthought he pulled the front of her blouse together, neglecting to fasten the buttons, before shoving her out into the evening air.
Looking about her for the first time in earnest, Maisie Dixon finally recognized her surroundings. They were parked in the same country lane where she and her lover Bobby Lee Brown had spent their last moments together. She wept openly as the memories of that terrible night crowded all other thoughts from her mind. After long, trembling moments, Sheriff Jackson's voice came to her as if from far away, through a fog.
"You all reco'nize this spot, don't ya, gal?"
Maisie nodded silently, her breasts heaving with renewed spasms of weeping.
"I figgered so," Sheriff Jackson continued. "Them's your tire tracks 'neath that ole cypress there."
Maisie would have collapsed then and there, but Deputy Watson snaked one arm around her back, seizing her left breast in his tight grasp. She sagged weakly against him as he continued his casual manipulation of her unwilling flesh, while the sheriff continued speaking, pretending not to notice.
"Only one question left now," Sheriff Jackson was saying. "Why'd ya shoot your boyfriend?"
"But I didn't, Sheriff, I swear it!!" Maisie protested hopelessly. She twisted ineffectually in Tag Watson's grip, eliciting a lewd chuckle from the deputy as her movements ground her breast into his sweaty palm.
"I figger it was jealousy," the sheriff continued, ignoring Maisie's claim of innocence. "OT Bobby Lee was prob'ly gettin' a little leg off n one of them hippy white gals workin' for the Movement." He spat the last word out like a vile obscenity.
"I loved Bobby Lee," Maisie insisted, sobbing bitterly, "and he loved me. He'd never touch another woman! I know it!!"
"Shit, gal," Tag Watson chimed in, giggling, "any nigger buck'll pop a white woman if n he gets a chance. You know that well as we do!"
"No, no, Maisie cried hopelessly, "it's not true!"
"Well, if you innocent, who shot that buck, then?" the sheriff asked, a sneer in his voice.
"Some . .. someone who . . . hates the movement," Maisie stammered wetly, "may maybe the Klan."
She felt Tag Watson stiffen at mention of the dreaded Ku Klux Klan, and Sheriff Jackson's brow furrowed into an angry glare.
"I've taken all the shit I'm gonna take from you, nigger," the sheriff roared. "You goin' to jail right now!"
Tag Watson twisted her roughly about, cruelly pinching her breast in the process, and pushed her back into the squad car, crawling in beside her. The sheriff was clearly furious. He swerved back onto the main highway at top speed, the rear tires spitting gravel as they dug for traction. Even the lecherous deputy seemed sullen, sitting in silence, with his hand motionless on the black girl's trembling thigh.
Twenty minutes later the patrol car pulled into Serenity, county seat of Brown County. The sky was almost dark now, and dim streetlights lit the nearly empty main avenue of the small town. No one was moving on the sidewalks except an old black shoeshine man, trudging home from the barbershop at the end of a long day's work. He glanced quickly at the passing squad car, then hurriedly turned his eyes away.
Sheriff Jackson pulled the car to a stop in the alley behind the jail, and left the engine idling. He turned in the seat and spoke to his squint-eyed deputy as they sat in lowering darkness.
"Tag, you gwan and book this bitch," Jackson ordered. "I gotta check out a report that some niggers have got a freedom rally goin' over at the Mt. Zion church, then I'm goin' home for supper."
"Right chief," Watson responded eagerly, "I kin handle ever'thing jest fine. 'Night, now."
The deputy crawled from the patrol car, dragging Maisie Dixon roughly after him. As the sheriff pulled away into the night, Watson shoved her up the short flight of steps to the jail door, and through it into the brightly lit interior. Inside, he guided her to a long wooden bar which divided the room, behind which stood a balding white man with a thick moustache. The name plate on his breast pocket identified him as Hank Jeeters, the head jailer.
"Evenin', Tag," Jeeters called out cheerily, "what you got there?"
"Damn nigger agitator," Watson responded coldly, shoving Maisie so that she bumped against the counter. "Sheriff wants her booked for the murder of a nigger buck named Bobby Lee Brown."
Jeeter sniggered at that, and Maisie thought she detected a silent signal passing between the two men. Jeeters tuned his full attention to her now, running his eyes slowly over the lush curves of her young body. Glancing down, Maisie noticed that her thin blouse had never been rebuttoned, and the inner swell of both full breasts was clearly visible when the material gapped open. She hunched her shoulders in an effort to close the garment, but succeeded only in causing it to fall even further open, baring her breasts almost to the dark areolas of her nipples. Hank Jeeters chuckled delightedly as he walked quickly around the end of the counter.
"Right this way, gal," he ordered, leering at Maisie's exposed cleavage.
Hank Jeeters roughly seized one of the black girl's arms, while Tag Watson grabbed the other. Together, they half carried her down the jail corridor, twisting her arms just enough to make her arch her back and shoulders, thereby further spreading the opening of her blouse. Both men stared openly at the firm swelling mounds of her brown breasts as they hustled her along the hallway. Jeeters was giggling and licking his lips by the time they passed through a swinging door marked INSPECTIONS AND SHOWERS.
Tag Watson touched a switch and the darkened room was suddenly as bright as day. Maisie found herself in an all-white room with walls and floor of tile. Along one wall were a row of shower stalls, and by the other a doctor's examining table and a cabinet of glittering instruments. Maisie began to tremble as the two officers grinned broadly and advanced toward her.
"Shuck off them clothes, gal," Jeeters ordered, "it's time for inspection!"
"Wha ... what ... what do you mean?" Maisie asked, unwilling to believe she had heard the man correctly.
"Ever' pris'ner has to be examined and showered," the cruel jailer sneered, his voice dripping with lust. "It's the law."
"Please... please," the young girl implored, "just leave me alone ..."
"You got your orders, bitch," Watson snapped bitterly, "now strip yourself down, or we'll rip them skimpy duds offa yore ass right now!"
Both men took a menacing step forward, and Maisie backed away, holding up palms in supplication.
"No .. . no," she begged, "I'll do it myself."
"That's better," Watson snapped, slouching against the wall with the obvious intention of watching her disrobe. Sobbing raggedly, she fumbled with the last two buttons of her wrinkled blouse, turning away from the men in a final effort to preserve some vestige of modesty. Maisie Dixon shrugged out of the silk blouse and let it fall, naked to the waist now in the presence of the gloating lawmen.
The young girl felt the men's eyes boring into her nude back as she bent to unfasten the waistband of her skirt. Soon the skimpy garment fluttered to the floor about her feet and she stood exposed, clad only in the skimpy nothingness of her bikini panties. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of the panties, hesitating once more before exposing herself totally to the lecherous gaze of the two white men.
"Every stitch, nigger," Watson ordered, his cruel voice rising almost to a shout.
Slowly, reluctantly, Maisie began peeling the last remnant of protection from her curvaceous young form. The material hissed lightly as it slipped down over her hips and the curving cheeks of her full firm ass. Watson and Jeeters caught a glimpse of pubic hair as the black girl raised one leg to step out of the tiny garment, and the jailer whistled softly to himself.
Maisie Dixon stood in the white room, her head lowered in shame and embarrassment, as the two men circled her slowly, scrutinizing her nudity. Suddenly, without a word or signal of warning, she was seized by both arms and lifted bodily from the floor as they rushed her backward to the padded examination table. They dropped her roughly upon the table on her back, and pinned her arms to her sides with brute force. Both men licked their lips as they surveyed the luscious nakedness spread before them.
"It's time for that examination, wench," Jetters sneered. "You gonna spread your legs, or do I gotta cuff your ankles to the table?"
Maisie hesitated for a long moment, and then the men each grasped one of her knees, wrenching her full thighs wide apart and exposing the full expanse of her pubis to their searching eyes. Both men stared at her undulating form for several moments before jailer Hank Jeeters again broke the tense silence.
"It's my sworn duty to see that no prisoner smuggles any contraband into this jail on their persons," Jetters growled. "Or should I say in their persons?"
Both men laughed uproariously as Jeeters placed his hand on Maisie Dixon's satiny smooth stomach. The rough fingers began to slide ever downward, across the fluttering flesh of her belly toward the heaving mound of her succulent young cunt. The black girl struggled feebly against the coming manual assault, but the lawmen had her arms and legs pinioned against the examination table. Her lower torso heaved spasmodically as Jeeters' fingertips entered the triangular forest of her pubic hair, seeking to part the tender petals of her pussy lips.
"One time I seen a nigger gal tryin' to hide a straight razor up her snatch," Jeeters commented, his fingers continuing to rummage in Maisie's trembling crotch.
The black girl's entire torso was seized with trembling as the jailer's coarse fingers made jarring contact with her tiny clitoris. She twisted her hips from side to side and frantically ground her buttocks against the table in a vain effort to escape the humiliating assault. She sought to clench her pussy shut against the impending invasion, but she could find no purchase for her widely-splayed legs.
"Hold her still now, Tag," the lecherous jailer commanded, "I've got to check this out up close!"
With that, the balding jailer shifted positions, leaving Watson to pin Maisie's shoulders as he stepped nearer the foot of the table. Placing a hand on each of the black girl's trembling hips, Jeeters bent down, bringing his face close to the furred mound of her genitals. Maisie could feel his hot breath washing over her tender cuntal flesh. Jeeters trailed his fingertips over the lips of her pussy, then hooked his thumbs into the flanges of her love box and pulled the lips apart. Maisie was seized by uncontrollable trembling as Jeeters stared directly into the opening of her narrow vagina. Holding her cunt lips apart with the splayed fingers of one hand, Jeeters suddenly rammed two fingers of his other hand deep into Maisie Dixon's moist vagina.
The young black girl's body convulsed as if it were electrified. Jeeters' fingers began rotating violently inside the narrow confines of Maisie's cunt, causing the internal cuntal walls to react in spasms of pain. It felt as if the sadistic prison guard was scouring her delicate insides with steel wool. Pain racked her lower torso as Hank Jeeters brutally probed ever deeper into hef yielding vaginal cavity.
"Go to it, Hank!" Tag Watson whooped, "this black cunt loves a good stiff finger!"
Maisie was mortified at the memory of how the sheriff and his oafish deputy had witnessed her own lascivious finger-fucking in the bathroom of the cabin. They must feel justified in doing any thing to her after that obscene display of forbidden self-abuse. Perhaps she had really brought this upon herself. Oh God, could this be her punishment for indulging her own carnal desires on the very day of her young lovers funeral??
In so thinking, Maisie Dixon relaxed the muscles of her body, submitting meekly to the manual rape of her throbbing loins. Ever so slowly, she could feel the walls of her young cunt dilate to accommodate Hank Jeeters' reaming digits. She was shocked and mortified when the first sparks of awakening desire flamed in her plundered loins. Her pussy lips began to swell slightly, and her tiny clitoris felt ready to burst as it blossomed into sudden unwelcome erection.
Oh no, Maisie thought bitterly, as a warm, liquid sensation spread slowly outward from her violated pussy, I simply can't let myself become aroused by this evil man! And yet she seemed unable to control her own physical reactions and desires, as Hank Jeeters tirelessly fucked his coarse fingers into her moistening young cunt.
Suddenly, the jailer's broad thumb brushed directly across Maisie Dixon's hardening little clitoris. Both of the black girl's knees jerked spasmodically into the air, and an uncontrolled groan of response ripped from between her tightly clenched teeth. Her smooth brown belly convulsed violently, and her firm young hips began to undulate involuntarily, elevating her wet cunt to allow the white man's plundering fingers easier access. Her plump young ass was pumping in rhythm now, as she allowed her sexual needs to take precedence over her shame, and began fucking back against Jeeters' driving hand.
"Jesus Christ, Hank!" Deputy Tag Watson crowed triumphantly, "you're gettin' to her now boy! Looka that ass humpin' at ya!!"
Maisie flushed with shame at the realization of her complete submission to her cruel captors, but by now her need for sexual fulfillment eclipsed all other thoughts and needs. She arched her back violently, her erect nipples spiking toward the ceiling like twin peaks.
"Let's see how she likes this, then," the sadistic jailer grated in response.
With that, Hank Jeeters brought his other hand into play, suddenly ramming his middle finger deep into Maisie's unyielding rectum. Her moan of pleasure was abruptly cut off by a squeal of pain, as she frantically twisted her hips in an effort to escape the agonizing new invasion. It felt as if a red-hot poker had been unceremoniously thrust into her virginal little asshole. She dimly heard the jailer's evil laugh as her supple torso writhed on the narrow examination table. The double invasion of her inflamed loins was more than young Maisie Dixon could stand.
Hank Jeeters was giggling insanely now as he reamed his fingers in and out of the black girl's unprotected cunt and rectum". Suddenly, Tag Watson leaned over her shoulder and fastened his teeth upon the erect nipple of one taut breast. He gnawed on the tender breast flesh avidly, circling the aureole of her nipple with his rough tongue all the while. This oral assault upon her throbbing nipple was the final straw for young Maisie Dixon. The final traces of her self control vanished as the multiple assaults set off a chain reaction of involuntary lust within her shivering hot torso. Simultaneous stimulation at the three sources of erotic arousal had ignited a flame of desire within the black girl's loins which could be quenched only by the total release of orgasm. Mindlessly she drove herself on, toward the bliss of total sexual release. She could feel the knot of pre-orgasmic tension gathering in the cleft between her tight buttocks and climbing slowly up the pillar of her spine.
"Oh my God!" the black girl wailed, her lean body tossing like a runaway gyroscope, "I... I... I'm CCCOOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!!"
Maisie Dixon's entire mind and body seemed to melt as an orgasmic tidal wave washed over her young body. Beads of perspiration glistened on her taut form as she churned in the final throes of total sensual release. The examination room swam before her fevered eyes, and a loud ringing in her ears eclipsed the labored breathing of the men who hunched over her, assaulting her naked body. After seemingly endless moments she collapsed in limp exhaustion, her round breasts heaving as she sucked great mouthfulls of air into her tortured lungs.
Tag Watson straightened up slowly, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and breathing heavily with barely-suppressed excitement. Jailer Hank Jeeters slowly withdrew his thick fingers from Maisie's tortured cunt and rectum, making a small wet plopping sound as her pussy lips slapped gently together.
"Keep an eye on the door, Tag," Jeeters croaked hoarsely as he stood erect. "I'm gonna give this gal a taste of the real thing!"
The full import of the jailer's comment did not sink in with Maisie until she heard the harsh rasp of his zipper being rapidly lowered. Maisie sat up weakly, propping herself shakily on one elbow and glanced down the length of her own sweat-soaked body to where the jailer stood, now minus the khaki trousers of his uniform. The examination table shifted slightly on its foundation as Jeeters crawled upon it, to crouch on all fours between the black girl's widely splayed legs.
"Wha . .. what are you .. . doing?" Maisie stammered, her brown eyes widening in terror.
"You're used to a blacksnake, gal," Jeeters sneered from his vantage point between her thighs. "It's about time you found out how a white man rides!"
Tag Watson's cruel laugh from the direction of the doorway emphasized Maisie Dixon's seemingly hopeless position. She struggled to sit upright as she sought to reason with the lecherous jail attendant.
"You . . . you can't... can't get away with this," the black girl remonstrated, "I'll ... I'll tell the sheriff if you don't leave me alone!"
Hank Jeeter's only response was a stunning backhand blow to Maisie's cheek, knocking her flat on her back and leaving her stunned.
"You'll tell the sheriff nothin', you licorice stick bitch!" Jeeters rasped angrily. "We are the law in Brown County!"
Before Maisie Dixon could assimilate this latest statement, the lustful officer was upon her. He pinned her shoulder to the examination table with one strong hand as he knelt between her thighs, opening his shorts with the other hand. Maisie gasped in mingled horror and amazement at the dimensions of his revealed penis. It was short in comparison to Bobby Lee's-something less than six inches long-but it was more than two full inches in diameter. The young black girl cringed at the prospect of receiving that massive pole of blood-gorged male flesh in the narrow confines of her tender cunt. She simply couldn't take it all!!
Hank Jeeters roughly seized one of Maisie's soft breasts, all the while massaging his massive erection with his other hand. Before the terrified girl's eyes, he slowly rolled back the foreskin, exposing the blunt purple tip of his cock to her terrified gaze. A thick drop of viscous cum drooled slowly from the slit in that broad cock head, and dropped, glistening into Maisie's curly black pubic hair.
Releasing her throbbing breast, Jeeters lowered his hand to the trembling girl's crotch, roughly fondling the pussy lips which his coarse digits had pierced only moments before. His broad thumb briefly strummed the ultrasensitive bud of Maisie's clit, and the Negro girl drummed her heels against the examination table as she fought to maintain some vestige of self-control. Suddenly, without further preliminaries, Jeeters lunged forward with his hips, driving the full pillar of his pounding cock into the unprepared little channel of her cunt.
The searing intrusion of the jailer's bulky penis wracked Maisie Dixon's lower body with burning spasms of pain. For long moments she was unable even to struggle, as Hank Jeeters repeatedly slammed his pelvis against her yawning crotch. Her delicate insides were on fire as the pole of his erection skewered in and out of her clasping love tunnel. His heavy testicles swung like a fleshy pendulum, smacking loudly against Maisie's constricted asshole with every thrust. The rhythm of his cruel rape ground the full cheeks of her young ass against the padding of the examination table.
Jeeters craned forward across the young black girl's heaving torso, and captured the rubbery tip of one round breast between his teeth. His tongue swirled rapidly around the crinkly aureole of her growing nipple as he continued to pound her aching cunt flesh with his bulky cock. Her frantic squirming served only to further inflame the sadistic jailer's evil lust.
The new double assault upon her writhing young torso suddenly ignited a new spark of forbidden pleasure deep within Maisie Dixon's loins. She frantically twisted her hips in a vain effort to quench the spreading fire of lust, humiliated by her involuntary sexual response to this cruel rapist. Ok no, she cried inwardly, I simply can't enjoy this brutal man's abuse of my body!!
Hank Jeeters could sense the grudging reaction of the ripe female body beneath him, as she began slowly to fuck back at him with her hips. He increased his fucking tempo and grinned broadly as her hips accelerated to match his. Suddenly, he hunched backward, withdrawing his penis completely from her churning vagina with a wet sucking sound. Maisie's eyes flicked open as she felt her yearning cunt abruptly emptied.
"Oh please ... please ..." Maisie stammered imploringly, "I need ... I need ..."
"Tell me, bitch," the sadistic jailer snapped tauntingly, "what do you need?"
Maisie Dixon sobbed hopelessly, her brown hips writhing as she blurted out, "Your cock, damnit! I need your cock!!"
"Awright now!" Jeeters crowed triumphantly, "Here it comes gal!"
With that, the brutal jailer impaled Maisie with his thick cock once more. She released her breath in a gasp of mingled passion and relief as the blunt head of his penis battered against the mouth of her cervix, reaming her tender insides to a fever pitch of excitement. His heavy pubic bone ground against her swollen pussy lips, stimulating the erect little bud of her yearning clitoris and driving her relentlessly on toward yet another climax. Wave after wave of sensual desire rocked Maisie Dixon's supple body as the skyrocket of orgasm hurtled up her twisting spine to explode at the base of her skull. Her entire frame vibrated out of control as Maisie surrendered totally to the throes of sexual release.
"GGOODD!! I'M CCCUUUMMMinNNNGGG!!! A A A AUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!"
The jailer's fucking tempo increased rapidly until the pumping motion of his hips became a blur of speed. Suddenly, Jeeters emitted a protracted groan and stiffened from head to toe. His buttocks clenched tight into twin knots of muscle as the tremor of orgasm shook his stocky body. A thick, viscous stream of scalding hot jism erupted from the tip of Jeeters' twitching penis, splattering the interior of Maisie's vagina as if with molten lava.
The jailer quivered over Maisie Dixon's rigid form for a full minute, then collapsed upon her, his passion spent. The shamed black girl lay sobbing quietly, her spasms of weeping caused her now tender nipple buds to chafe against the jailer's hairy chest. Finally, after long moments of agonizing silence, Hank Jeeters crawled off of Maisie and reached for his uniform trousers on the floor. Glancing weakly to one side, Maisie saw Tag Watson standing behind Jeeters, with one hand on the zipper of his pants.
"Step aside now, Hank," the deputy leered, "and lemme have a shot at that dark meat."
Before Maisie could voice her futile protest, the jailer surprisingly intervened. "Tuck it in, Tag," he ordered curtly. "You'll get your turn-when the boys get here!"
"Shit, Hank," the slit-eyed lawman protested with a whine in his voice, "you got yours, now let a man have at it!"
"Watch yer step Tag," Jeeters snapped, Tm still the Grand Dragon in this county. I can have your sorry ass in a sling you rile me up!"
Watson paled immediately, and took a respectful half-step backward, nervously licking his dry lips.
"Okay, Hank, okay," the deputy whined apologetically, "shit, I was only foolin' around, fer Chrissakes!"
"Awright then," Jeeters snapped, still irritable, "get this bitch dressed and in the nut cage while I put a call through to the Imperial Wizard."
With that cryptic order, the jailer was gone, slamming through the swinging doors of the shower room and into the corridor beyond. Alone with Deputy Tag Watson, young Maisie Dixon dressed herself numbly in the jail uniform he tossed at her. She donned the loose-fitting dress in silence, unmindful of the deputy's eyes upon her or the crawly flood of male semen dampening her inner thighs. Her mind reeled with terror at her newest predicament.
For Hank Jeeters' last words could mean only one thing. Both the cruel jailer and Deputy Watson were members of the dreaded Ku Klux Klan! And even now, Jeeters, the "Grand Dragon" of that terrible secret society, had gone to summon "the boys." He was calling a meeting of Klansmen at the Brown County jail, and young Maisie Dixon was completely at their mercy!!
CHAPTER THREE
Jack Peters drew deeply on his cigar, and exhaled a cloud of blue smoke toward the ceiling. His wife, Molly, lay on her side of the bed, her naked back turned toward him, unmindful of the fact that she was uncovered to the waist. She was breathing slowly, and Jack wondered if she might be asleep after their recent bout of lovemaking. Not that she did anything to be tired from, Peters thought almost bitterly, the dumb bitch just lays there like a lump until I shoot off in her cunt! He always became fiercely angry by thoughts of her sexual unresponsiveness, and it came as a relief when the phone rang on the nightstand beside the bed. Peters answered it on the second ring.
"Jack... Jack?" the voice in Peters' ear was filled with tense excitement, "It's me, Hank."
"Good evenin', Hank," Jack Peters drawled lazily, "How the hell are ya?"
"Busy is how I am, Jack," Hank Jeeters replied breathlessly. "We just booked a nigger wench for the murder of Bobby Lee Watson."
"That's real fine news, Hank," Peters chuckled knowingly, "but why tell me?"
"I thought you'd want a look at this one, Jack," the jailer explained. "It's that Dixon gal, the agitator bitch ol' Bobby Lee used to fuck regular."
"Well, well," Jack Peters commented with growing interest. "You did right by callin' me, Hank. Call up the other boys on the action squad and have 'em to meet me there as soon as they can!"
"Right, Jack, right," Jeeters agreed eagerly, "I'll have 'em all here waitin' for ya!"
Jack Peters hung up the telephone and rolled out of bed. His nude wife stirred slightly, still without facing him directly. He walked to the closet and dressed in angry silence. Only when he was completely clothed did he return to the bed, speaking to his wife for the first time.
"I'll be home in two or three hours," he informed the silent woman coldly. "Drag your ass outta that bed and see to it you have supper waiting for me when I get here!" Without waiting for a reply, Jack
Peters stalked from the bedroom and on out of the house, slamming the front door furiously behind him.
With her husband gone at last, Molly Peters emitted a deep sigh of relief, her heavy breasts heaving with the effort. She slowly sat up, tossing the sheet aside from her naked body and lowering her long legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, she walked over to the closet, and stared at her reflection in the full length mirror which hung inside the closet door.
Molly Peters was tall and slim, but with bountiful curves in all the right places. Honey-blonde hair framed her oval face and hung to below her satiny shoulders. Her large firm breasts stood out proudly from her chest without need of a bra, topped with tiny cherrylike nipples. The gentle curve of her smooth stomach swelled gently into firm, round hips. The blond triangle of her pussy mound was framed between the tapering columns of her tanned thighs, and she could clearly make out the pink lips of her tight cunt as they peeked through the delicate curling pubic hair.
Examining her luscious nudity in careful detail, Molly was certain that the difficulties in her marital sex life did not originate with her. She wasn't frigid, no matter what Jack might say in his frequent outbursts of anger. She simply was no longer able to fake a response to her husband's crude sexual advances.
Jack and Molly Peters had been married nearly four years, and their sex life had never been what
Molly, with her limited experience, would consider outstanding. She had loved Jack, however, and she bore with his shortcomings in the hope that things would gradually improve. But, over the past two years, things had rapidly gone from bad to worse.
Molly Peters' marital difficulties were controlled, ironically, by the black community of Serenity. Just over two years before, the Negro rights movement had reached the seat of Brown County, throwing the white establishment into an uproar. A local branch of the Ku Klux Klan was organized at a late night meeting in the sheriffs office, and Jack Peters, as a prominent local businessman, was elected as "Imperial Wizard" by acclamation. So had begun a reign of terror in Serenity and Brown County, as the violent Klansmen struck out viciously against civil rights protestors and the Negro community in general. Sheriff Buck Jackson seemed unable to gather any hard evidence while Jack Peterson led his Ku Kluxers on brutal nighttime raids.
Jack's Klan involvement had done nothing to improve his marital relations. Indeed, his interest in sex declined rapidly, and while he never discussed his nightly activities, Molly quickly learned that her husband only approached her for sex following incidents of racial violence. She suspected that Jack was using his Ku Klux connections to work out some perverse sadistic impulses through attacks on Negroes. In any case, his sexual overtures were even less frequent and satisfactory than ever. This afternoon he had approached her for the first time in almost a month, fumbling roughly with her breasts before entering her harshly and pumping away to reach his own premature orgasm.
The sour memory of that unsatisfying encounter reminded Molly Peters of her unfulfilled sexual longings. Jack's crude assault had served only to ignite the first flames of passion in her loins, without bringing her to the orgasmic release which she craved. Standing before the full length mirror, the tall blonde moaned aloud and cupped a full breast in each of her warm palms. The pink nipples came instantly erect under her manual stimulation, igniting new sparks of lust deep in her panting young belly. She slid the long fingers of one hand tantalizingly down across her silky stomach, to stroke teasingly at the swollen lips of her succulent cunt. Molly quivered from head to toe as one soft fingertip made tingling contact with the blossoming nub of her aching little clitoris.
Oh God, Molly moaned to herself, I need a cock so badly! It's been so long!!
As her yearning turned rapidly to even greater frustration, her mind turned once more to the parting words of her husband Jack. He had ordered her to have dinner ready when he returned, and his recent tendency toward violent outbursts made her reluctant to disappoint him. There were no suitable groceries in the house, however, and Molly decided to phone the local grocery and order some items for the evening meal. Still naked, she recrossed the bedroom and picked up the phone from its place on the nightstand.
While dialing the number of Miller's Grocery on Main Street, Molly Peters was suddenly struck with a lewd inspiration. Old Charley Miller employed a young Negro buck named Joby to make home deliveries in case of telephone orders. The black youth was no more than seventeen years old and, while somewhat simple-minded, he was well developed physically, over six feet tall and very muscular. Perhaps, if Molly played here cards just right, the young black stud would be able to assist her with both of her pressing problems!
As soon as the thought entered her imagination, Molly Peters was seized with an immediate spasm of guilt. The very idea of sex between the races was intolerable to most Southern whites, and the deliberate seduction of a Negro man by a white woman was the most unforgivable crime of all. Her husband or any one of his Klansmen would gladly kill her for the course of action she was contemplating. And yet, her husband was by now so feared throughout the county that no white man would look twice at Molly, and her ever-mounting lust continued to go without release. Molly Peters was becoming desperate, and so, swallowing the knot of nervous anxiety which had materialized in her throat, she completed the call.
When she had ordered the groceries, and been assured that young Joby would make immediate delivery, a nervous Molly Peters hung up the telephone and moved back to her bedroom closet. Her trembling fingers plucked her velvet robe from its hanger, and she slipped into the garment, its material sliding over her soft flesh with a soft hissing sound. The blue robe did not fasten in front, but was tied at the waist with a narrow belt, so that it easily fell open above and below the waist, exposing the inner swell of Molly's breasts and the milky flesh of her thighs. The hem of the soft garment barely covered her furred cuntal mound as it hung a full seven inches above her knees.
Molly Peters was sitting in the kitchen and savoring a glass of bourbon for courage, when the doorbell chimed. Double-checking the front of her robe, the frustrated housewife moved hesitantly to the front door, and slowly pulled it open. The young Negro boy, Joby, stood there on Molly's front step, his arms full of bagged groceries. After a long moment of silence, the woman cleared her throat and parted her lips in what she hoped was a seductive smile.
"Why, hello, Joby," she beamed, "Y'all come this way with those groceries, hear?"
"Yass, Miz Molly," the tall boy answered, following the scantily clad woman across the living room and into the kitchen. She swung her hips seductively from side to side with each step, hoping that the boy's eyes were following her movements.
Inside the kitchen, Molly Peters turned toward Joby and directed him to place the groceries on the counter with a wave of one hand. As she watched the boy carefully arrange the grocery bags, the woman leaned back against the kitchen table, slumping her shoulders slightly to let her robe gap open above the waist. When Joby turned from the sink to face her, his wide eyes quickly took in the creamy expanse of breast flesh. The full orbs of her tits were now exposed almost to the wide areolas of her pink nipples, and Joby's mouth went suddenly dry at the vista of female felsh displayed before him.
"I... I gots to go now, Miz Molly," Joby stammered nervously. "This my las' deliv'ry today, an' Mistuh Miller say for me to gwan home aftuh I come heah."
"Now Joby, don't be silly," Molly Peters interrupted, sensing his attack of nerves and seeking to put him more at ease, "I already fixed some fresh lemonade, special for you since you were nice enough to carry my groceries."
"I... I jess can't stay, ma'am," Joby began, but he was not allowed to finish his feeble protest.
"I just won't take no for an answer, Joby," Molly insisted, taking him forcefully by one arm and guiding him to a chair at the dining table. "My, my, you certainly are a strong boy!" she beamed, stroking his hard bicep for a long moment before moving to the refrigerator to get the lemonade.
The lecherous white housewife was conscious of Joby's frightened eyes following her sinewy motions as she prepared the cold drinks. She stretched more than was necessary, hoisting the hem of her soft robe up to the lower curve of her firm round buttocks. She smiled to herself as the movement was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from the black boy at the kitchen table. Filling the two tall glasses to the brim with lemonade, Molly returned to the table and her reluctant guest. As she set the glasses before Joby she deliberately bent forward, allowing him a lingering glimpse of one breast in full profile as her robe fell farther open. When she looked up, she found beads of perspiration on the black boy's brow, and saw the whites showing all around the pupils of his widened eyes.
"You surely are a handsome boy," the woman cooed, as she slid into a seat beside him, her bare knee brushing against his. "I just bet you got a dozen girlfriends right here in Serenity."
"No ... no, ma'am," Joby stammered lamely.
"I can't believe that, Jody," Molly simpered, feigning amazement. "A handsome boy like you? What girl could resist you?"
Joby did not answer, sitting in abject embarrassment, his eyes downcast and staring at the tabletop. He jerked like a puppet on a string when Molly Peters extended her fingers and lightly stroked the back of his hand. Looking up, his eyes took in first her radiant smile, and then dropped to the gaping front of her blue velvet robe. Molly had surreptitiously pulled the garment farther open, fully exposing the rosy pink tip of her left breast. Molly could sense Joby's eyes traveling over her naked flesh as if it was a physical caress. She shivered slightly as her tiny nipple began to stiffen and expand noticeably. Joby, too, noticed the transformation of her breast flesh, and nervously licked his dry lips as he squirmed in his chair. , "PI... please, ma'am," young Joby stuttered in an agony of mingled fear and frustration, "please cover yourself..."
Molly Peters glanced down at her naked breast, and her eyes with wide with feigned innocence as they returned to the black boy's face.
"What's wrong, Joby?" she asked sweetly, "Don't you like what you see?"
"You awful purty, ma'am, but... but..." Joby spluttered and cast his eyes down again, unable to continue.
"But what, Joby?" Molly prodded, making no move to cover her swelling breast.
"You and me, ma'am, we different," he paused, then feeling his statement needed more explanation, added, "It ain't right for me to be with no white lady."
Molly Peters exhaled slowly. The black boy might be simple-minded, she thought, but he was clearly well trained in the system of Southern tradition. It might be difficult to overcome his initial fear, but Molly was determined now to satisfy her own sensual needs.
"It's alright, Joby, really," she said gently, breaking into an impish smile as her fingers lightly stroked the boy's dark forearm. "I wouldn't hurt a big, strong boy like you!"
"You funnin' me, Miz Molly," the boy replied glumly, "I knows your husban'. He the head of the ku kluckers."
Molly Peters smiled at the boy's mispronunciation of the dreaded name, but recognized his very real and well-founded fear. She realized that the time had come for a more forceful approach.
"You got nothing' to fear from my husband, Joby," she assured him, then broke into a sly smile as she added, "unless he hears that you tried to trifle with me!"
Joby came bolt upright in the chair, his wide eyes now pools of stark terror as he babbled protestations. "No ma'am! No ma'am!! I not gonna trifle wif you, no way!!!"
"People make mistakes, Joby," she explained coyly, still smiling in apparent friendly innocence. "My husband might get the notion that you ..." she let the sentence hang unfinished.
Joby was quivering with fear as he spoke, blurting out, "Lord God, Miz Molly! How he get that idea??"
"Well, Joby, I might let it slip out accidental like," her soft voice took on an edge as she finished, "if you don't do like I say and make me happy!"
Joby still seemed somewhat confused, but Molly Peters could detect a light of dawning realization his eyes as he sat and regarded her in silence. After a long moment, he asked timidly, "What you want me to do, ma'am?"
Molly spoke no word of response, instead allowing actions to speak for her as she reached forward and captured one of Joby's black hands in her two white ones. For a full moment she stared at that hand, idly stroking the warm flesh of the trembling fingers. Then, leaning forward, she brought Joby's hand up to cup her naked breast. Joby sucked in his breath and sought to pull away, but she held him fast with fierce strength against her straining tit. Molly Peters heaved a deep sigh as the warm touch of male flesh against her own launched a lewd quiver down the length of her spine. She arched her back lasciviously, grinding her hardened nipple roughly against Joby's callused palm.
"Please, Miz Molly," the frightened Negro implored, "Doan do this! We gwan be in bad trouble ifn you don't lemme go home right now!!"
"You hush up, Joby!" she snapped angrily. "You gonna do ever'thing I say, or I'm bound to tell my husband and his friends you tried it anyhow!!" Joby rolled his eyes wildly, and Molly spoke more calmly, seeking to soothe his tense nerves. "You jus' relax now, Joby an' we'll do fine. I promise you'll enjoy yourself real well!"
She rose to her feet before the trembling Negro, releasing his hand for the moment as her own fingers went to the sash of her blue velvet robe. One gentle tug was enough to untie the loose slip-knot, and the robe fell open along its full length. Young Joby was scarcely breathing as the flapping garment revealed the inner swell of both breasts, along with the creamy plane of her billy and the honey-blond fleece barely covering her secret genitals. Nothing in his limited experience with teenaged black girls in Serenity had prepared him for the sensual vistas now exposed before his frightened eyes.
Molly Peters took a step closer to where Joby sat, rolling her hips smoothly as she moved. Her tiny puckered navel was on a direct level with the black youth's mouth as he gaped in virtual disbelief. A flick of Molly's shoulders brought the edges of the robe away from her erect nipples, baring all of her twin breast mounds to Joby's bulging eyes, and the woman threw her head back, drawing in deep breaths of excitement she could not restrain.
"Touch me, Joby," she pleaded, and, when the entreaty brought no response, her voice took on a more authoritative ring. "I said touch me! Now!!"
Timidly at first, the black youth brought up one hand, allowing the dark fingertips to trace a pattern on the smooth flesh of Molly Peters' stomach. The white woman quivered in a combination of repressed passion and eager anticipation of what was yet to come. Emboldened by her obvious response, and afraid to disappoint this woman who held his future in her hands, Joby let his fingers stray farther afield as he brought his other hand into play. His palms slid smoothly upward across her torso, toward the jutting swell of her breasts. As his fingertips made their first electrifying contact with the underside of her milky-white tits, Molly almost lost her balance. Catching at Joby's shoulders for support, she lurched forward, trapping his face between the luscious mammary mounds.
"Oh God, yes, Joby!" she gasped as his lips moved against her flesh, seeking oxygen. "That's it! Suck me, Joby!! Suck my nipples!!!"
Joby remained hesitant, and Molly Peters, lost in her passion now, quickly seized the initiative once more. Placing one hand firmly behind the youth's head, she used her other hand to guide one scarlet breast-tip between his moist lips. His pink tongue came timidly forward, slapping gently against the tingling tip of her extended nipple. The result was jarring, sending Molly's lithe torso into frenzied gyrations, madly clutching Joby's face against her burning breast while her squirming pelvis buffeted his chest.
Molly's blatant response spurred Joby on, causing him to swirl his tongue rapidly around the crinkly aureole of her nipple bud while she shivered against him. The impassioned woman sank her fingernails into his shoulders while little mewling sounds escaped from her open lips. Joby felt himself responding involuntarily to this reverse rape, his strong penis stiffening slowly within his denim trousers. Timidly at first, then with more self-assurance, the Negro youth brought his hands around to cup the white woman's churning buttocks. His big hands lightly followed the swelling roundness of Molly Peters' asscheeks, tracing the cleavage of her tight bottom with his fingernails. Sensing her victory, Molly Peters almost laughed aloud, but the sound was cut short by a renewed sigh of releasing sexual tension.
For long minutes Joby mouthed the full breasts of the lecherous housewife. His lips and tongue strayed from one nipple to the other and back again, leaving a wet trail of saliva and tender flesh reddened by his nibbling oral caress. Bringing up his big hands, the lust-incited delivery boy mashed her heavy breasts together, covering both erect nipples with his mouth at the same time. His fiery tongue flicked rapidly from one quivering bud to the other, swirling in a figure-eight pattern around the twin rubbery projectiles. This new double assault upon her breast flesh sent Molly Peters into an uncontrolled spasm of trembling desire, as goosepimples erupted over her heaving body. At last, unable to contain herself, Molly Peters wrenched her breasts away from Joby's sucking lips and stepped back, drawing in great lungsful of air as she stood quivering before him.
With a toss of her shoulders, the impassioned woman shrugged out of her robe, standing now in all her naked splendor before the panting delivery boy. As Joby's eyes devoured her every move, Molly began to slowly stroke her torso with her hands. She cupped her breasts for his gaze, teasing the nipples with her thumbs until she felt sure they would explode at any moment. Then, running her fingers butterfly-like across her perspiration dampened belly until they reached the blonde thatch of her pussy hair. Stroking lightly at first, and then more forcefully as her cunt lips flowered open receptively. Pulling those pouting nether lips wide apart, Molly thrust her hips forward, rotating the pink flanges of her vagina mere inches from Joby's sweating face. The delivery boy's breath came in ragged gasps as he slowly craned forward, staring into the clasping mouth of her succulent pussy. Molly had thrown her head back, eyes clenched tight in passion, but they jerked abruptly open at the first hesitant touch of Joby's fingers on her hips. She glanced down in time to witness the black boy pressing his lips against her eager little cunt.
Molly Peters' entire body stiffened in a spasm of uncontrolled lust as the youth's tongue made burning contact with the head of her little clitoris. Frantically she curled her fingers into his kinky hair, pulling his broad face tight against her heaving loins. Startled at first by Molly's audacity, Joby soon recovered and began to swipe his long tongue tentatively along her narrow vaginal slit. His oral attentions drove her on to ever greater peaks of carnal stimulation, causing her long legs to tremble so that she felt in immediate danger of falling to the floor. She clung madly to her grip on Joby's hair as her body twisted and writhed against his tongue, quivering in the grip of a pleasure closely akin to agony.
"Oh God, yes Joby!!" the enraptured woman wailed aloud. "Lick my cunt, just like that!! Suck meeeeee!!!"
Young Joby was initially startled by her loud reaction to his lewd oral manipulation, but her obvious acceptance of this new assault spurred him on to even more energetic efforts. He flicked at her swollen clitoris with the tip of his tongue, then moved on to inhale great mouthfuls of her pussy flesh, mauling the tender lips between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. The frantic sucking motion applied to her hot little cunt was quickly driving Molly Peters into a state of sexual hysteria. Tears of ecstasy streaked her pale cheeks as she flung her head from side to side fanning her blond hair out about her face in a sensual halo. When he drove his furled tongue deep into the very mouth of her little pussy, Molly groaned in an agony of desire, feeling as if the top of her head was about to blow off. Finally, unable to contain herself, the lust-inflamed housewife wrenched Joby's face away from her spasming loins and took a shaky pace backward. Her large breasts wobbled freely as she drew in huge breaths, gasping like a drowning woman in her throes of passion.
"Stand up, Joby!" she ordered breathlessly, seizing the boy's hands and pulling him to his feet. "Stand up and strip out of those coveralls!"
Once again, Joby, though obviously inflamed with desire, was fighting an internal battle with ingrained fear. Impatient with his hesitation, Molly stepped forward, her eager fingers plucking at the shoulder buckles of the tall youth's overalls. The loose garment fell away to lay in a wrinkled pile around Joby's feet, leaving the black boy dressed only in an undershirt and shorts. Molly quickly stripped the shirt from Joby's chest and shoulders, then moved closer. Her pendulous breasts swung freely against the hard muscles of his belly, her erect nipples tracing tiny patterns on his black flesh as she undulated her succulent torso. The delivery boy stared into space over the top of Molly's blond hair as she ran her fingers featherlike over the rippling muscles of his ebony chest. His breath quickened noticeably as her head dipped forward, and her pink tongue made tingling contact with his flesh. She briefly teased at Joby's dark brown nipples, causing him to quiver with suppressed excitement, then trailed her moist tongue downward over the tensed muscles of his flat stomach.
Dropping to her knees, Molly Peters found her face on the level of Joby's groin. She gasped at the sight of his massive erection jutting toward her, standing like a tent pole beneath the straining fabric of his shorts. His penis lurched spasmodically as she placed her hands gently on the black boy's broad hips, stroking his flanks as if he were a prize quarter horse. Joby's buttocks tensed and he rocked on the balls of his feet as she hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts. With a brisk jerk, she whipped the shorts down off his hips and along the ebony columns of his thickly muscled legs. Joby and Molly gasped simultaneously as the youth's massive penis swung free before her for the first time, its broad head bobbing mere inches from her startled blue eyes. His heavy balls hung beneath the swaying column of his cock like twin wine sacs, bobbing gently in rhythm with the movements of his dark torso. A milky teardrop of cum fluid glistened at the very tip of his heavily veined member, standing out in stark contrast to the blue-black flesh of his penis.
Molly Peters cupped the youth's heavy scrotum in one palm, fascinated by the churning reaction of Joby's balls to this contact with her warm flesh. The black boy moaned audibly and clenched his big fists against his thighs, struggling to maintain his rapidly vanishing composure. Joby was entranced as he stared down the dark expanse of his torso, watching her pale hands at work on his dark flesh. While one of her small hands toyed with Joby's testicles, the slim fingers of the other lightly encircled the thick shaft of his penis. The black boy felt as if his penile flesh had been seared with a branding iron as Molly Peters began a long, teasing caress of his throbbing manhood.
The sensuous blond was amazed at the dimensions of young Joby's towering cock. She stroked it lovingly from the broad base to the flaring tip, delighting in its jerky reaction to this tantalizing stimulation. Molly Peters shivered feverishly as a thin streamer of viscous semen drooled from the tip of Joby's cock and trailed across the upper swell of her full breasts. Joby moaned above her, his voice reaching Molly's ears as if from miles away, through a dense mist.
Rising upright on her knees, Molly Peters brought her naked breasts level with the cobra-like head of Joby's cylindrical cob. Holding his penis in place with one hand, she began to sway her upper torso, causing her tits to wobble and bringing the stiff nipples into searing contact with Joby's moist cock head. Joby was mumbling incoherently now, totally lost in a world of massive erotic sensation. At last, after teasing and inciting him to her own satisfaction, Molly reached up to seize one of her heavy breasts in each hand, crushing the firm flesh around Joby's cock. Holding his penis thus entrapped in an artificial pussy, Molly began to rock sensuously back and forth. The black youth was beside himself, rotating his strong hips in an erotic rhythm complementing Molly's own. She could feel his cock swelling between her breasts, taking on greater length and girth as the blunt tip butted against her chest with every stroke.
Instinctively realizing that Joby was about to shoot his hot jism into the soft valley of her breasts, Molly Peters abruptly sat back on her haunches and seized his cock around its thick base, squeezing tightly. A brief grimace of pain passed over the youth's face, but subsided quickly as he realized that her action was designed to further prolong the pleasure in store for them both. Molly held his cock thus for a full minute, waiting with barely restrained passion and anxiety for Joby's jangling nerves to regain some trace of normality before making her next move.
When she felt his breathing had returned almost to normal, Molly leaned forward, running her pink tongue around her sensuous lips in eager anticipation. Suddenly her tongue lashed out to lave the blunt head of his cock. She savored the thick salty flavor of his semen and relished his audible cry of ecstasy, accompanied by wild rolling of his hips. With deliberate slowness she circled the corona of his wide glans, stretching her moist lips to envelop the hot tip of Joby's penile column as the youth stood quivering before her. Turning her head to one side, she planted a string of light, nibbling kisses along the incredibly long side of his massive cock, pausing at regular intervals to gently scrape his taut flesh with her even white teeth. Her tongue snaked out to curl beneath his broad penis, to caress the thick blue vein on its underside with light circular motions. Sucking and nibbling her way along the broad cylinder of flesh, Molly soon reached the heavy twin pendulums of his testicles.
Spreading her jaws to their maximum width, Molly enveloped one of his balls in her mouth. She held it in that warm cavern, rolling it delicately on the sensual treadmill of her tongue. She reached around behind Joby, digging her nails clawlike into the boy's tight buttocks as he wavered on his feet. Releasing one testicle, she shifted her attention to the other, treating it to the same oral massage. Meanwhile, her searching fingertips parted the tense cheeks of his ass, probing first delicately, and then with more urgency at the puckered ring of his asshole. Joby reacted wildly, thrusting his hips forward so that the hot pole of his cock grazed her cheek, and the wet tip nuzzled the little cavern of her right ear.
Releasing Joby's swollen testicle from her mouth, Molly Peters retraced her nibbling path along the side of his feverish organ. Reaching the blunt head, she swirled her tongue around the tip once more before enveloping the entire head with her lips. Joby murmured his delight as his thick fingers descended to tangle in her streaming blond tresses, using the leverage of his grip to pull her face tighter against his loins. Suddenly Molly Peters was gagging, choked by the sudden intrusion of his tumescent cock flesh into her mouth and throat. The blunt head raked across the roof of her mouth to nudge at her palate as she fought madly for air. But Joby was beyond thought now, pressing her warm mouth against his cock, and beginning to fuck into it with long, even strokes.
And then, as Molly Peters began to panic from the sudden lack of air, she found that she could breathe quite easily by adjusting her inhalations to match Joby's fucking strokes. Her tight throat seemed to expand, becoming more responsive to his lunging thrusts, dilating to accept the pummeling head of his huge cock. The seminal leakage from his throbbing glans mingled with her saliva as his pole of flesh skewered in and out of her receptive mouth. Her lively tongue began anew its inch-worm massage of his tingling cock, stroking him onward to new heights of sexual ecstasy.
Molly Peters could sense Joby's impending climax building in the swelling vein along the underside of his throbbing cock. She reluctantly released his tremoring penis from its moist prison and sat back on her haunches. Joby's eyes were tightly shut, and his ebony torso glistened with perspiration as he stood rigidly at attention before her, his cock standing out from his groin like a flagpole. The turgid column was slick with Molly's saliva, twitching in the cool air as she regarded it with lecherous eyes. After a long moment of seeming neglect, Joby's eyes snapped open, and he glanced down pleadingly at Molly Peters.
"Please, Missy," the black youth begged, "please don't quit!"
Molly did not answer, but instead rose gracefully to her feet in front of Joby. Grasping him firmly by the arms, she guided him around until the backs of his naked thighs brushed against the edge of the stout dining table. She pushed the chair aside-Jack's chair, she reminded herself with an evil smile-and gently pushed Joby backward with both palms against his muscular chest.
"You lay back there on that table, now, Joby," she ordered, with a commanding tone in her voice which belied the trembling of her flesh.
Joby complied without hesitation, scooting backward onto the dining table until he was prone upon it, with his legs dangling over the edge. His dark hips spread themselves across Jack Peters' traditional place at the table, and Joby's dark cock jutted upward from his loins like an erotic lighthouse tower, beckoning Molly to further heights of passion.
The lust-inflamed housewife climbed nimbly onto the table with Joby, straddling him easily as she went to all fours above him. Her breasts swung freely, answering the demands of gravity, and as she bent forward to kiss him wetly on the lips, her erect nipples traced little teasing patterns on his dark chest. Joby opened his mouth wide to receive her nimble tongue. His tongue shot forward to fence with hers, then curled aside to give her room as she explored the warm cavern of his mouth. As they held the lingering kiss, Joby brought his big hands up to cup her full breasts, capturing the erect nipples between his fingers and pinching them until Molly squirmed with erotic sensation. His searching fingers moved on, down her trembling sides and along her flanks to cup her full buttocks as they squeezed together in spasms of sexual tension. Forcefully prying apart her plump ass cheeks, his fingers found the tiny puckered ring of her anus and circled it with maddening slowness.
Unable to stand more, Molly Peters jerked her hips forward, grinding her feverish pussy mound against Joby's broad pelvis. She arched her back with the searing sensation as her little clitoral bud raked across his wiry pubic hair. His massive cock was wedged tightly between her ass cheeks, lubricating her slit with a viscous mixture of semen and saliva. Startled by the sensuous intrusion, Molly undulated her full hips in an erotic fucking rhythm, stroking Joby's tumescent member with the moist furrow of her ass. The dual frictions against her rectum and vagina drove the luscious blond into ever greater gyrations as she soared to new pinnacles of unrestrained passion.
Rising to her knees above Joby's heaving torso, Molly Peters reached back between her full thighs to snare Joby's penis in her hand. Cupping the blunt head in her palm, she pulled his cock forward, grasping it like the gearshift of a racing car. Joby groaned and arched his tense buttocks off the kitchen table, trembling with passion. She carefully positioned the head of his shaft directly under the pouting lips of her own yearning cunt. Teasingly she rotated her hips, allowing only her golden pubic curls to tickle the wet tip of his manhood. Joby cried out his passion to the ceiling, gnashing his teeth in an effort to hold back the flood of sperm building in his churning balls.
Prolonging Joby's exquisite agony, Molly deftly parted the lips of her cunt with one hand, using the other fist to squeeze his penis and postpone his seminal eruption. The panting blond lowered her pelvis, bringing her hot pussy into blistering conjunction with Joby's lurching penis. She slowly worked the bulging cock head back and forth along her steaming vaginal furrow, lavishing special attention upon the region of her clitoris. Jarring sensations racked her lower torso, causing her to arch her back and flail her head wildly from side to side. Now she concentrated exclusively on her hardened clitoris, flicking the slippery snout of his penile rod rapidly back and forth across the tingling seat of her desire, enflaming the flesh knob and propelling Molly into a frenzy.
Seconds seemed to blur into minutes, and minutes into hours as Molly Peters perched above Joby's heaving pelvis, manipulating the knobby shaft of his cock against the burning meat of her vaginal slit. She rocked insanely on her haunches, mewling out her passion aloud while tremors of passion rocked her frame, setting her full breasts aquiver and setting off rippling convulsions in her belly. At last Molly could contain herself no longer. Poising the clasping mouth of her vagina above the poised column of Joby's cock, she suddenly plunged her hips downward, impaling herself with one excruciating thrust.
For a full half-minute Molly Peters could not move. She stiffened in her position, pierced to her churning core with Joby's throbbing pole of penile flesh, her head cast forward so that her face was veiled by a screen of blond hair. Her sobs of gratitude mingled wetly with Joby's own growls of passion as she ground her pelvis in tight circles, crushing her clitoris and pussy lips against the black youth's pubic bone. Every trace of guilt brought on by her glaring violation of Southern racial traditions was now banished from Molly Peter's lust-filled mind as she pumped her hips more rapidly, driving on relentlessly toward the blissful release of orgasm. Her vaginal walls were gradually expanding to accommodate the pummeling of his inflated shaft, releasing ever greater quantities of feminine lubrication as she slid up and down the cylindrical source of her ecstasy.
After the first searing sensation of his cock being enveloped in Molly's cunt, Joby gathered his wits enough to assume a complementary fucking rhythm of his own to match hers. He instinctively timed his upward thrusts to meet her pelvic downstrokes, jolting her vaginal cavity with the intensity of his spasmodic reaction. The snout of his penis rubbed naggingly at the mouth of her cervix, sending a renewed shiver of lecherous pleasure up the blond vixen's arching spine. Joby's semi-childlike mind was wiped clear of any fear and apprehension, as total sensual desire enveloped every tingling fibre of his being. His heavy scrotum contracted into a dark knot as a churning flood of sperm boiled in his testicles. His legs and lower body were seized with uncontrollable trembling as he felt the imminent approach of a shattering orgasm.
Molly Peters could feel Joby's orgasmic tension rapidly mounting as she labored over him, ever increasing the tempo of her fucking motions. Her mouth hung open and she babbled insensibly as she surrendered herself totally to the rapture of the moment. She drove her hips faster now, striving to reach fulfillment before his jism erupted into her hungry cunt. Molly's hands leapt up to cup her bobbing breasts, the thumbs and forefingers tweaking fiercely at the strawberry buds of her aching nipples. A burning knot of erotic tension gathered in the cleft between the woman's buttocks, signaling the onset of her own hoped-for release. Her inner thighs hollowed, the tendons standing out like steel cables as she pumped furiously toward her climax. For an endless moment Molly Peters tottered on the razor's edge between frustration and release, and then she plunged over, into the mind-shattering swirl of a roaring orgasmic explosion.
"OHHHH, GODDDD!!" she shrieked, her body tossing and twisting in a frenzy of fevered motion, "JESUS, I'M CCCCCUUUUUMMMMIIIIII-NNNNNNGGGGG!!!! AAAAUUUUGGGG-HHHHHH!!!!!"
Joby was frantic beneath Molly as her cunt sucked ravenously at his throbbing penis. The velvety walls of her vaginal cavity milked his cock mercilessly, causing his heavy testicles to contract still tighter, in preparation for the coming seminal eruption. The black youth's orgasm overtook him like a surprise kick in the groin, arching his body off the table from head to hips, driving his impaling penis even deeper into Molly Peters' tender cunt. The thick, milky semen from his writhing balls suddenly burst forth from the head of his cock, spurting into the frantic blonde's vaginal canal like molten lava from an exploding volcano.
Molly Peters stiffened anew as each succeeding burst of white-hot sperm splattered her quivering insides. The scalding impact spurred the exhausted blond into one last spasm of orgasmic frenzy. This latest explosion left her limp, slumped over Joby's sweat-slickened torso. Already she could feel his ebony cock shriveling within her, slipping ever so slowly from the clinging confines of her bruised vagina. She buried her face against Joby's naked shoulder, sobbing her relief even as she covered the boy's throat with tiny nibbling kisses.
Jack Peters, blissfully unaware of the adulterous orgy in progress at his own home, pulled his Cadillac to a stop in front of the Brown County courthouse, which also housed the jail and sheriffs office. It was dark in Serenity now, but the feeble streetlights around the town square gave Peters a clear view of the men clustered on the courthouse steps. Five men were present, all of them well known to Peters as business associates and longtime friends. More importantly, they were to be his companions in the evening's coming events. For these men were the elected "Action Squad" of the Brown County Ku Klux Klan.
Deputy Sheriff Tag Watson was there, one hand lifted in greeting as Peters stepped from his automobile onto the street. With Watson stood Deke Franklin and Jeb Carter, construction workers with the state highway department who used their jobs to procure illegal explosives for later use by the klan in terrorist raids. Two other klansmen sat on the concrete steps. One was "Pooney" Thompson-nicknamed for his taste for "poontang"-a gunsmith whose shop served as an arms depot for Peters' kluxers. The other was young Ben Freeman, the newest member of the action squad, who had yet to prove his mettle on one of the frequent excursions against the black community.
Respectful greetings were murmured and hands shaken all around, as Jack Peters, Imperial Wizard of the Serenity Klan, assembled his loyal followers. Tag Watson had already informed the others of the evening's events so far, and he briefly recapped them now for Peters as the six men mounted the courthouse steps. Peters seemed well satisfied with Watson's account, nodding assent as they passed through the heavy oak doors into the lobby of the county building. As Watson finished his tale, Peters gathered the five klansmen about him in a tight huddle.
"We got us a problem here, men, but thanks to Tag, here," Peters nodded toward the beaming deputy, "I believe we got it under control."
"What's the problem, Mr. Peters?" asked young Ben Freeman.
Peters eyed the young klansman carefully before replying. "You're new on the squad, Ben. A little while back, we found it necessary to ... uh ... eliminate a certain nigger agitator!" He let the snickering subside before he continued, "And now this certain agitator's wench is upstairs in the nut cage, tellin' everybody who'll listen that it was the ku klux killed her buck! We got us a little job to do, findin' out how much she really knows!"
The younger klansman seemed troubled by Peters' revelations as he spoke again. "What if she don't know anything?" he asked apprehensively.
Peters smiled broadly to the assembled men as he responded, "Boy, that bitch is dead meat either way! But in the meantime, she may provide us with a bit of entertainment to help pass the time!"
The Imperial Wizard missed the new flicker of distaste on Ben Freeman's face as he turned, and led the clutch of laughing klansmen toward the double doors of the waiting elevator.
CHAPTER FOUR
Young Maisie Dixon sat curled in the corner of her isolated jail cell. She was in the "nut cage," a special room usually reserved for mentally unstable prisoners in danger of harming themselves or others. The only furniture was a combination bench and cot bolted to one wall. There was no sink, and the only toilet was a grate-covered drain in one corner of the gently sloping floor. The walls, floor, and even the ceiling of the cell were thickly padded, so that violent inmates could not harm themselves by thrashing about within the room.
Maisie was clad only in the loose-fitting shift dress of rough denim material which Tag Watson had given her earlier. The harsh material grated painfully against her tender nipples, still bruised from the crude oral assaults of Watson and jailer Hank Jeeters. The young black girl was weeping softly, totally overcome by a combination of terror at her predicament, and shame at the way her woman's body had involuntarily responded to the brutal fucking of Jeeters. She was shocked and humiliated by her own wanton lustful behavior. In her mind's eye she could feel the accusing eyes of her murdered lover, Bobby Lee Brown, scorning her for her lewd submission to the white racist's sexual desires. She wept more loudly, grinding her knuckles against her reddened eyes.
Maisie was startled when the narrow door to the padded and soundproof cell swung suddenly open. She was frightened by her first glimpse of a tall, ghostly figure in the doorway, but a new kind of terror as she recognized the newcomer as a man, wearing the peaked hood and white robe of the deadly Ku Klux Klan! The Klansman crossed silently to the wall opposite Maisie, and stood there with his arms folded while another robed figure entered, and then another. In all, seven hooded men now stood in a tight semicircle before the cringing girl. The last to enter the cell was clad in a black hood and robe, denoting his higher rank in the secret society which Maisie had been raised to treat with fear and respect. It was this black-robed figure who first broke the silence in the small cell.
"This here looks like a real sweet piece of dark meat," Jack Peters said softly, to the accompaniment of lewd laughter from the others.
Maisie thought the man's voice sounded familiar, but she could not place it in her mind. There was no mistaking the second voice, for it was burned indelibly into the black girl's memory. It was the leering voice of jailer Hank Jeeters.
"Yes, sir," Jeeters gloated, "she's a juicy piece all right! I can vouch for that!"
Maisie flushed with shame as the Klansmen laughed out their appreciation of Jeeter's comment. She tugged vainly at the short hem of her prison uniform, trying in vain to cover the smooth brown flesh of her full thighs, but succeeding only in further irritating her swollen nipples, bringing them once more into quivering erection.
"We got business with you, gal," Jack Peters intoned solemnly. "There's some questions we need to ask ya."
Maisie Dixon kept her eyes downcast, staring at the floor of the cell and making no reply to the robed man's statement. Her silence infuriated one of the other Klansmen, who took a menacing step forward, and shouted at her in a voice she recognized as Tag Watson's.
"Godammit, bitch!" the deputy yelled, "You look at the Imperial Wizard when he's speakin' to you!"
Afraid that Watson might strike her, Maisie looked up quickly, first at the robed deputy towering above her, and then at the black-robed man be- side the door. Jack Peters nodded slowly, whether in approval of Watson's behavior or her own she could not tell.
"Now, gal," Peters spoke, so softly Maisie had to strain her ears to catch the words, "tell us ever-'thing you know 'bout the murder of Bobby Lee Brown."
This mention of her dead lover provoked new tears from the cowering young girl, but it also spurred her on to a new level of almost hopeless defiance.
"You tell me, mister wizard," she spat the title like some vile obscenity, "you-all know more 'bout who killed my man than I do!"
Several of the Klansmen gasped in surprise at Maisie's bravado. Jack Peters nodded slightly to Tag Watson, and the deputy stepped quickly forward, drawing back his boot in mid-stride. Maisie saw the kick coming, but she had time only to turn sideways, taking the full force of the punishing blow on the side of one hip. Watson had drawn back for another kick, when Peters' voice stopped him cold.
"Hold there, brother," the head Klansman ordered with quiet authority. "I got more enjoyable plans for this uppity wench than usin' her ass for a football! Pooney, Jeb, help brother Tag strip the bitch!"
With that, two other Klansmen leapt forward, grappling with Maisie's flailing legs while Tag Watson seized her wrists. Her strength was no match for that of the three men, and her feeble struggles served only to force the hem of her prison dress up about her hips, giving the Klansmen a clear view of the dark pubic hair between her frantically twisting legs. Tag Watson pinned her narrow wrists in one of his broad hands, curling the fingers of the other into the high neckline of her denim shift. With one brutal wrench he tore the garment from neckline to waist, exposing the twin mounds of Maisie Dixon's full young breasts to every man in the room. Another jerk of his hand opened her dress to the hemline, leaving it totally agape, and flapping uselessly about her curvaceous young body. With a final cry of, "Turn her loose!" Watson grasped one ragged edge of the torn garment, and violently ripped it from Maisie's body. She was lifted-completely off the floor of the cell, spun about like a top, and dropped roughly in a sitting position facing the group of robed Klansmen.
Momentarily stunned, Maisie quickly recovered, dropping one hand to partially cover her pubic thatch, and holding the other arm up as a shield for the jiggling nipples of her nude breasts. After a long moment of silent scrutiny, the Klansmen began to march counterclockwise, circling Maisie as they scoured her luscious nakedness with their eyes, commenting lewdly on the delicious features of her ripe body.
"I been meaning to try me some of that brown sugar!"
"You ain't a man 'til you had some, brother!"
"Yeah, man! Lookit that ass, willya?"
"I'm gonna cut me a slice of dark meat, for sure!"
When the Klansmen regained their original positions in front of Maisie, they halted, and stood with arms folded, in menacing silence. The Imperial Wizard again broke the silence with his commanding voice.
"Pin her down, brothers," Jack Peters ordered gruffly, "and I'll give 'er a taste of white meat she won't soon forget!"
Four of the masked men sprang forward, whooping enthusiastically as they bent to do their leader's bidding. One man seized each of her wrists and ankles, jerking her limbs out straight as they spread-eagled her on the floor of the padded cell. Never had Maisie Dixon felt so totally exposed and humiliated. She twisted feebly in the strong grasp of the four Klansmen, but her spasmodic motions served only to set her full ripe breasts a-jiggle for their amusement, and to further splay her taut young thighs. She remained silent, knowing from her earlier experience with Hank Jeeters that any pleas for mercy from these men would fall on deaf ears.
Glancing anxiously between her heaving breasts, the girl watched the black-robed Klansman approach her. Now he stood directly in front of her widespread feet, his eyes devouring her nakedness through the slits in his peaked hood. Slowly, Jack Peters unbuttoned his flowing robe, and slipped out of the satin garment. Handing it to a waiting Klansman, the Wizard began to undress more quickly, shedding first his shoes and stockings, then his shirt. Next, he dropped his trousers and kicked them aside, standing naked before her except for his undershorts and the black hood covering his face. His jutting erection twisted the skimpy shorts, the purplish tip peeking wetly from the gaping fly of the garment. Hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband of the shorts, Peters lowered them over his hips and stiffened cock, letting them fall and stepping out of them as he moved to a point between Maisie's trembling knees.
A sob caught in Maisie Dixon's throat as the masked Klansman dropped to his knees on the floor between her pinioned legs. For a long moment, Jack Peters massaged is jutting erection with one hand, stroking it lovingly to even greater dimensions while his other hand cupped his tightening scrotum. The thin material of his mask billowed as his breathing became heavier, and a fine sheen of perspiration stood out on the taut muscles of his chest and shoulders. Bending forward at the waist, Jack Peters reached out one broad hand toward the furry mound of Maisie's delicate cuntal mound. His rough fingertips rummaged through her wiry pubic hair, seeking and then finding the pouting nether lips of her vagina. He spread those tingling lips with his fingers, and Maisie felt the questing digits insinuate themselves into her trembling little slit, working upward toward her swelling clitoris. The first contact of his flesh with that blossoming bud brought Maisie's hips up off the floor in a spasm of mingled pain and surprised pleasure. He manipulated her joy button ruthlessly, and she felt the renewed stirring of faint desire deep in the pit of her heaving stomach.
Oh, not again! she pleaded inwardly, battling with her rebellious woman's flesh, please don't let me become aroused again by these sadistic men!
Jack Peters could sense her inward struggle, reading her dilemma in her clenching buttocks and thighs, and in the slowly increasing rotation of her full young hips. He laughed evilly as he noted her grudging spark of response, increasing the rotary tempo of his broad thumb against the inflamed node of her clit. His index finger teasingly traced the moist furrow of her vaginal mouth, flicking lightly at the furred lips of her womanhood. Maisie Dixon bit deeply into her full lower lip as she struggled to maintain her self control in the face of his latest crude assault upon her loins. She was startled by the sudden light touch of the man's fingertips upon the fluttering flesh of her smooth young belly. His taunting hand traced light circles and figure-eight patterns across her dark flesh, ever climbing toward the taut twin peaks of her breasts. Her chocolate colored nipples tightened and quivered into full erection at anticipation of the coming sensuous assault.
Jack Peters' index finger was slowly, tantalizingly rotating about the puckered mouth of Maisie's vagina when his other hand reached the goal of her breasts. He cupped the outer swell of one breast in his coarse palm, stroking the soft, dark flesh without gentleness or passion. His hand moved in wide circles, encompassing most of her breast in its sensuous circuit from armpit to nipple. The Klansman could feel her entire breast stiffen as she arched her back in an effort to evade his grasp. His wide thumb circled the areola of her nipple, jangling her nerves and causing her upper body to twitch uncontrollably, like some erratic puppet in the hands of a spastic puppeteer. Peters grasped the straining nipple bud between his thumb and forefinger, lifting upward and pinching at the same time, first gently, and then with increasing force, bringing Maisie's torso up off the floor of the cell in a lascivious bow. Maisie gasped at the burning pain in her tortured nipple, straining in vain against the iron fists pinning her limbs, until the sensation in her heaving chest began to change subtly.
Maisie Dixon was surprised and humiliated by the sudden change in the sensations sweeping over her body. The pain her distended nipple was suffering had transformed itself into a warm glow, growing hotter as it spread outward from her nipple bud to engulf the entire breast. Tiny lightning bolts of sensuous pleasure rippled from her mounding breast flesh down across her flat belly, igniting flames of unwanted desire and yearning in the tight channel of her hungry cunt. She fought to suppress a moan of mingled shame and passion as the klansman cupped her entire breast in his palm, chafing the super-sensitive nipple bud in the center of his rotating palm.
Maisie was rapidly losing her struggle to restrain the rampant lust mounting in her loins. Tears of humiliation and frustrated rage stained her cheeks, and she sucked in great ragged breaths of air as she finally surrendered herself to the mounting sexual tension in her crotch. She breathed a sigh of premature relief as the klans-man's hand left her breast, only to shiver anew as it joined his other fist in her writhing groin. First one finger, and then two, were thrust experimentally into the tight opening of her rapidly moistening pussy, rotating excruciatingly against the raw walls of her cuntal canal. At the same time, the index finger of his other hand found the puckered little ring of her rectum, and popped suddenly inside, burying itself to the first knuckle.
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!!! GODDD!!!" she wailed, her tiny rectum on fire with the startlingly painful inti usion, "Please stop, leave me alone!!!"
Lewd chuckles greeted her shouted plea, and Maisie Dixon lapsed once more into tearful silence, her breasts heaving to the rhythm of her sobs. Jack Peters' fingers curled into claws, drawing the lips of her tight pussy roughly aside, and exposing the clasping mouth of her. secret vagina to his searching gaze.
Jack Peters dropped forward in a push-up position over Maisie's torso, lowering his pelvis into conjunction with her aching loins. Rocking slowly on his knees, he brought the moist tip of his cock into burning contact with her cuntal slit. Maisie groaned helplessly, losing herself in the sensations caused by his turgid cock as it plowed along her steaming vaginal slit. The flaring head nuzzled maddeningly against the blood-filled node of her clitoris, sending jolts of electrifying erotic sensation spiraling along her spine and into the very heart of her being. The thickly veined underside of his penis slithered wetly along her trembling snatch, prying apart the puffy nether lips and grinding deliciously against the pink inner flesh of her cunt. The black girl began to rotate her full hips in an accommodating fucking rhythm of her own, seeking the maximum contact with the masked man's plundering cock.
Jack Peters suddenly withdrew his hips, breaking the contact between his cock and the black girl's pumping cuntal mound. Maisie Dixon's wide brown eyes snapped open, searching wildly for the source of her imminent relief as a faint moan of frustration slipped from her lips. Peters glared down at her from the slits in his black hood as her ripe young body slowly began to undulate of its own volition, hips straining upward in a silent pleading gesture. The klansman watched her silently for a long moment, then swung his wide hips down and forward, plunging the blunt head of his cock directly into the puckered little mouth of her pussy.
Maisie Dixon stiffened into granite rigidity, arching her back and grinding her ass cheeks into the floor as she gasped with pain at the sudden searing invasion of her vaginal tunnel. Jack Peters held her there, pinned to the floor, for a long moment, while she was seized with uncontrolled tremors from head to toe. Then, just as her rigid muscles began to find some measure of relaxation, he withdrew his cock slowly from her cunt, pulling the tight walls of her pussy after it, clinging wetly to the broad pole of turgid male meat. When only the flar- ing head remained inside her, he suddenly thrust forward once again, skewering her anew with his pummeling rod. His fucking tempo increased, tearing her secret genital flesh with ever more rapid stabs of mingled agony and ecstasy. Maisie felt as if her entire crotch was wreathed in searing, sensual flame.
"AAUUGGHH!!" she gasped breathlessly, "OH MY GOD!! YYYEEESSSH!"
Jack Peters laughed aloud at her obviously reluctant surrender to the passion rapidly building in her burning cunt, as he fucked up into her yearning pussy with increasingly powerful strokes. The walls of Maisie's cunt sucked hungrily at the tip of the klansman's penis like some ravenous mouth. Peters could feel his scrotum tighten like a clenched fist as a heated load of sperm roiled in his churning testicles. The yellow lighting of the cell reflected brightly off the glistening perspiration on the man's clenched and pumping buttocks as he strained over the Negro girl's captive body. His scrotum slapped wetly against her tensing buttocks as he fucked into her, and his penis made juicy sloshing sounds as it reamed in and out of her pussy on each stroke.
Reaching between his body and the girl's with one hand, Jack Peters sought and found the tiny puckered ring of her virginal rectum. Timing his move to coincide with the stabbing inward thrust of his cock, he rammed his middle finger deep within that tiny circle, piercing Maisie's warm little asshole to the core. Maisie's entire body squirmed and stiffened at the new double invasion of her innermost being, her moist mouth yawning open in a soundless scream. Peters' hand and cock worked together now in the forceful violation of her young body, first stroking simultaneously, then alternating so that one or the other was constantly pummeling her tender flesh. Young Maisie Dixon was rapidly being driven into a frenzy of sexual desire by the masked Klansman's ruthless assault upon her defenseless crotch and rectum. Unbelievable shivers of total erotic sensation raced along her arching spine as the brutal rapist's pelvis slammed wetly against her widespread pubis.
"OHHH!!! YYYEEESSSH!" Maisie keened out, as the first tingles of preorgasmic sensation spread outward from the tightly clenched cheeks of her ripe young ass, "GIVE ME MMMOOORRREEE!!! HHHAAARRRDDDEEERRR!!"
Jack Peters eagerly complied with her shouted pleas for more, pumping his tumescent cock energetically into Maisie Dixon's fluttering pussy. Whipping his finger abruptly from her clasping asshole, he brought both hands up to seize her full, ripe breasts, squeezing them cruelly in his blind passion. His fingers fastened upon her throbbing nipples like pincers, twisting and tugging violently until she cried out in pain. The agony quickly merged into an even more unwelcome sensation, however, and her full quivering tits were suffused with a strange glow of sensual warmth, quickly expanding to engulf her entire upper torso. The heated sensation spread rapidly, merging with the raging inferno climbing from Maisie's violated young loins to create an overwhelming spasm of sensual feeling, sweeping her inexorably onward to orgasm. And suddenly she was there, her entire being ablaze with the lewd glory of mind-boggling sexual release, a shattering roller coaster ride with no beginning or end, only reeling, pitching waves of ecstasy as she wailed her frenzied excitement to the assembled klansmen.
"OOOHHH, GGGOOODDDH!" she wailed, unmindful of the whoops and jeering taunts from the klansmen frollicking around her in the cell, "JJJEEESSSUUUSSS!!! I'M CCCUUUMMMIII-NNNCGGH!"
Maisie Dixon's orgasmic tremors hastened Jack Peters along to his own climax. Her hungrily sucking cunt provoked undreamed-of sensations from the tip of his driving penis to the base of his writhing spine. And suddenly, the klansman could feel the seminal eruption beginning in his tightened scrotal sack, racing the full length of his impassioned organ to explode within the black girl's thirsty vagina. The initial droplets of his cum were followed quickly by a viscous flood, spurt after spurt of scalding sperm to coat the corrugated walls of Maisie's clenching cunt. The black-hooded klansman surrendered himself completely to the throes of orgasm as he emptied his semen into the unresisting body of the captive girl pinned beneath him.
The other men in the room had fallen silent as their leader was carried away to an ecstasy of orgasmic relief. Now they came alive again, calling out their congratulations as Peters rose to a kneeling posture, adjusting and straightening his rumpled black hood. "Way to ride, Chief!"
"Attaboy, there! You really stuck it to her, but good!!"
"You leave any for the rest of us, Jack?"
This last exclamation provoked an angry outburst from Tag Watson. "What the hell," the deputy shouted furiously, "no names! Don't call out no names in front of the nigger!"
"Ease off, now, brother Tag," Jack Peters commanded, rising to his feet between Maisie's limp thighs. "She's already seen you and Hank. She might as well see us all." With that, he swept off his hood and tossed it toward the corner where his robe lay folded on the floor.
"It ain't gonna matter now, noways," Hank Jeeters replied with an evil laugh as he and the other klansmen followed their leader's example in baring their faces.
Maisie had no time to contemplate this cryptic remark. Glancing about her, she noticed that the klansmen were all in various stages of undress, except for one who stood apart from them beside the cell door. Two of them were already nude, having just removed their masks in imitation of their leader. Now one of those two stepped forward, a thin ruffian called Pooney Thompson, who Maisie recognized as a regular heckler at the downtown demonstrations.
"This baby's mine, now," Thompson announced, striding forward to tower over Maisie's naked form, adding, "I don't cotton much to sloppy seconds. Reckon I'll have to find another hole!"
With that, Thompson roughly grabbed Maisie by the wrists, twisting her arms until she submitted and rolled over on her stomach. He dropped to a crouch between her limp thighs, seizing her full buttocks in his rough hands. Prying Maisie's ass-cheeks cruelly apart, the klansman eyed her puckered little rectum with a lewd chuckle of satisfaction.
"Yessir," he announced to no one in particular, "this looks like it'll do jest fine!"
The full import of the klansman's lecherous intention was brought home to Maisie when she felt the probing tip of his index finger against the tight rubbery ring of asshole. She began to squirm her hips frantically in an effort to escape the painful intrusion. The black girl gasped in sudden pain as the invading digit slipped into her rectum to the second knuckle. Slowly, excruciatingly, the finger continued worming its way into her clasping little asshole, causing Maisie to twitch her hips in fright and pain. After several moments, the pain began to subside and was replaced by a warm glow. Pooney Thompson continued to work his finger in and out of the girl's rectal cavern, taking note of the sudden cessation of resistance on her part. A lewd grin split his face as Maisie Dixon showed the first signs of abject surrender to his unwelcome finger fucking. Her sobs slowly tapered off, to be replaced by low moaning cries of mingled pleasure and shame.
Maisie Dixon was mortified by her inability to suppress the sinful desires which seemed intent on dominating her on this day of grief. She regarded the betrayal of her body as a form of punishment for her earlier desecration of Bobby Lee's funeral day with her lewd finger-fucking in the cabin bathtub. Even now, despite her humiliation, Maisie could not withstand a lewd shiver of passion provoked by the pumping invasion of her tight little asshole. An aura of sensual warmth enveloped the helpless young woman's torso, and she began to rotate her hips involuntarily, fucking back in accommodation of Pooney Thompson's vulgar assault. When the klansman suddenly whipped his probing finger from her tiny rectum, Maisie Dixon was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness and loss. Her buttocks rotated helplessly in the air, seeking relief as she mewled out her disappointment.
"Wha ... what are ... you doing?" Maisie asked desperately, feeling her tiny asshole clasping and unclasping of its own volition, "Why did you stop?"
"Don't worry, gal," the klansman advised her, seemingly unmindful of the lewd laughter from his comrades, "You're gonna get all you can handle, right now!"
Even as he spoke, Maisie felt renewed pressure upon the little opening of her anus, inexorably stretching the elastic ring of her sphincter. She sought vainly to relax her anal muscles to accommodate the latest invasion, but the pressure was different, more urgent and painful than before. She suddenly realized that both of the klansman's hands were grasping her smooth shoulders! It must be the head of his erect cock stabbing against the mouth of her rectum!!
"No! Wait!" she cried out in alarm. "It's ... it's too big!! I can't take it!"
"You'll take it, bitch!" Pooney Thompson snarled, "And you'll like it too, before I'm done!"
With that, the klansman gave another thrust of his hips, driving his fat cock an inch further into Maisie's unyielding asshole. A sob of helpless pain was wrenched from the young woman's lips as she struggled against the- fierce rape of her burning rectum. Slowly the plundering penis inched its way into Maisie Dixon's tight little ass, forcing shock waves of tender flesh ahead of the blunt tip. With a final vengeful lunge, Thompson buried his cock to the hilt, slamming his pubic bone against the cleft of her ass. The meaty pendulum of his scrotum swung wildly between his legs, slapping wetly against the furred slit of her cunt. It felt to Maisie as if she was being torn wide open by the plundering rod of Pooney Thompson's massive blood-filled cock.
"OOOHHH, GGGOOODDD!!!" Maisie screamed, her cry sounding strangely muffled in the padded cell, "STOP! STOP IT!! YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEM! AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUU-GGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"You ain't dead yet, nigger," Thompson grated, as he slowly withdrew his cock from her clinging rectal canal. "You got a lotta life left in you yet!"
With that, the cruel klansman thrust forward once more, skewering young Maisie's violated rectum with his rigid shaft. He began picking up the tempo of his thrusts, hammering her defenseless little asshole with the blows of his passion. Each thrust left Maisie with the feeling that she was on the verge of serious internal injury, but her renewed cries for mercy brought only further shouts of laughter from the assembled klansmen, and even more energetic anal thrusts from her latest tormentor. The young woman's clawed fingers dug deeply into the firm padding of the cell floor as she braced herself hopelessly under the brutal pounding.
A seeming eternity had elapsed when Maisie Dixon noted a change in the sensations sweeping her lower body. The burning pain was suddenly replaced by a more pleasant feeling, as her rubbery little rectum slowly dilated to accommodate Pooney Thompson's burrowing penis. At the same instant, a sympathetic twinge of erotic feeling flared into life within her recently-violated cunt. Maisie's energetic efforts to escape the rape of her tiny asshole, her pumping hips had ground forward against the floor, chafing her tiny clitoral bud against the padding at the same time. The sensual friction brought her fleshy joy button into quivering erection, sending out electrifying jolts of spine-tingling sensation to all parts of her captive body. Maisie's groans of agony were replaced by low and rhythmic moans of steadily growing pleasure.
Pooney Thompson grinned with triumph and pleasure as Maisie began to fuck back at him with her full round hips. He increased the pace of his deeply skewering strokes, driving her harshly against the padded floor with each and every thrust. The rocking rhythm of her torso against the floor was driving the black girl to a fever pitch of excitement, as her tingling clit and erect nipples rubbed tantalizingly against the coarse padding. Unable to suppress her own physical reactions, she began to hump backwards against the klansman's pelvis, rotating her hips in tiny circles to further stimulate the tingling cavern of her anus. Her entire world centered now upon that tumescent pole of flesh penetrating the innermost recesses of her rectal flesh.
"Oh yes!" she gasped, "More! Give me more!!"
"What, bitch?" Thompson asked, with a sneer in his voice, "What do you want?"
Maisie could formulate no reply, as she lay gasping beneath the prostrate klansman. She vainly ground her hips back against him, whimpering in frustration, but he had ceased his thrusts while awaiting her reply. When she made no answer after a full minute of hesitation, he whipped his swollen penis out of her rectum in one fluid motion. Maisie cried out in surprise and pain at his harsh and unexpected exit, her tiny anus burning with the friction of his sudden withdrawal. Her broad young hips rotated an inch off the cell floor, searching blindly for the missing penile flesh which had deserted her yearning flesh.
"I asked you a question, bitch!" Thompson grated in reply. "What is it you want??"
"C.. .c.. .cock," she replied, almost whispering.
"Speak up, nigger, "the klansman fairly shouted, "I can't hear ya!!"
"COCK!!" young Maisie Dixon screamed out in response, "I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY ASS!!!"
With a throaty cry of male satisfaction, Pooney Thompson slammed his hips forward, driving the solid shaft of his tumescent erection deep into the clasping cavern of her once-virginal little rectum. He pounded his cock into her yielding ass with renewed vigor, almost with fury, as she twisted and moaned beneath him. Reaching between their heaving bodies with one hand, the klansman found her moist pussy furrow with the coarse tips of his fingers. Her buttocks were provoked to more energetic motions as his hand made electrifying contact with her erect clitoris, setting off new erotic spasms in her lower torso. At the same time, his other hand wormed its way underneath her belly, sliding upward to cup the full swell of one breast in the calloused palm. He ground his palm fiercely against her quivering young nipple in a chafing rotary motion that sent her upper body into writhing spasms matching the motion of her hips.
Maisie Dixon could feel her orgasm approaching under Pooney Thompson's triple stimulation of her asshole, pussy, and tits. Nagging remnants of shame burned in her feverish young mind, but by this time she was totally abandoned to the sweeping sensations of the moment, driving on toward ultimate release with single-minded fanaticism. Her yearning need had reached such a state that she could permit nothing to stand in the path of total sensual fulfillment. All thoughts of Bobby Lee, and of her own personal degradation, were thrust rudely aside as the young girl focused her mind on the spiral staircase to ecstasy. Her fingers dug spasmodically at the padding on the floor, and her breath came in short, moaning gasps, her entire being gearing itself toward nothing beyond sexual release.
Pooney Thompson was enthralled with the involuntary reactions of the girl straining beneath him. Her obvious pleasure at the cruel ass-fucking she was receiving had provoked him to ever greater plunging thrusts, burying his entire rigid penis to the hilt in the warm velvety depths of Maisie Dixon's petite rectum. He could feel her anal muscles tighten about his piercing shaft, as she approached the brink of total, devastating orgasm. For one long, tense moment, Maisie was absolutely still, as Thompson's pumping thrusts battered her along the road to ecstasy. And then, the klansman felt the first orgasmic tremor begin in the moist cleft between her ripe buttocks. It transmitted itself to his rigid cock, touching off corresponding tremors deep in his own belly as she was swept away in a sensual hurricane of feeling and emotion. Her entire body arched upward from the floor, a bridge of supple feminine flesh supported by stiffened fingers and toes as she shuddered into the home stretch of shattering sexual explosion.
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!! GOOODDD!!" Maisie bellowed out, giving full vent to her boiling ecstasy, "II'MM CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGGH!"
Maisie Dixon's mind went suddenly blank as the orgasmic waves washed over her naked body, battering mind and flesh in a tempest of excruciating pleasure. Her body stiffened from head to foot, every muscle tightened in the rictus of pleasure closely akin to mortal pain. The sudden clenching of her rectal sphincter trapped Pooney Thompson's penis in a velvet vise, treating his enflamed member to a spasmodic sensual massage from hilt to flaring tip. The klansman felt the first tingles of orgasm flicker about the broad tip, racing quickly along the shaft to ignite an erotic inferno in his tightened balls. Suddenly something twanged deep in his balls, and he was there, racing madly along with his pelvic strokes merging into a blur of motion as he abandoned himself to brain-wrenching orgasm. The flaming cauldron of his seminal fluid boiled over, erupting from the tip of his driving rod to coat the interior of Maisie's anus with a load of scalding sperm.
"Shit! Fuck!!" the klansman gasped in his pleasurable agony, "SHE'S MAKING ME CUM!!!"
Thompson pinned her with one final skewering thrust, plunging deeper than ever as he poured the last drops of his cum deep into Maisie's rectum, before collapsing exhausted upon her prostrate form. His breath came in ragged gasps, matching the girl's own spastic respiration. At long last he crawled away from her, his penis retreating from her anus with a wet plop!
As Pooney Thompson left her and went to retrieve his clothing from the corner of the cell, another klansman stepped forward to take his place. The previously loud and jovial mood in the cell had subsided, as the klansmen were slowly divided into two groups. The satisfied ones retired to get their second wind and marshal their strength, while the others waited in various stages of arousal and eager anticipation for their own turn. It was Tag Watson, the rat-eyed sheriffs deputy, who came forward to participate in the black girl's cruel defilement.
Maisie's first recognition of her newest assailant came when Watson's fingers tangled in her hair, twisting her around to face him. She winced with pain as Watson hauled violently on her hair, forcing her first to her hands and knees, then to a kneeling position in front of him. She was still breathing heavily from the last assault, her full breasts wobbling as her chest heaved mightily. Her ripe young body, glistening with perspiration, commanded the rapt attention of every man in the cell. Each conjured up his own secret fantasies as he viewed the captive girl in all her vulnerability.
Maisie Dixon knelt with her head downcast and her eyes closed, crying softly in a torment of embarrassment, fear, and abject humiliation. When Tag Watson spoke to her, his voice sounded strange and small, as if it came from very far away.
"Lookit me, nigger," Watson commanded, his harsh voice dripping with venom.
Maisie held her eyes tightly shut, silently praying for an end to her horrifying sexual ordeal, whatever that end might be. In her grief, she failed to note the dangerous urgency in the cruel deputy's voice.
"I SAID LOOK AT ME, YOU BLACK BITCH!!" he shouted, his voice a thunderclap in the sound proofed room.
At the same instant, Watson's open hand lashed out in a stunning blow to Maisie Dixon's cheek. He held her pinned with one hand knotted in her hair, while the other flailed back and forth across her face in a numbing cadence of blows, leaving the black girl groggy and aching. When he released his grip on her scalp she almost collapsed, but saved herself from falling at the last moment by leaning forward on her hands.
"You gonna do like I tell ya, gal?" the lecherous deputy inquired, "Or you want some more right now?"
"No, no," Maisie shook her head weakly, "Please ... no more."
"Awright, then," her captor gloated, "Do like I said, and look at me!"
Looking up anxiously through her tears, Maisie noticed for the first time that Tag Watson was totally nude. His thick penis was on a level with her tear-stained face, semi-erect and drooping slightly across the twin sacks of his testicles. She was unable to wrench her gaze away from the tube of male flesh, watching in morbid fascination as it began to stiffen slightly before her very eyes. Cupping one hand at the back of Maisie Dixon's skull, the squint-eyed deputy grasped the hardening rod of his cock in the other hand. Slowly he manipulated it into more pronounced erection, kneading the blood-engorged flesh tantalizingly, and rolling back the foreskin with his fingers to expose the purplish flaring head. Taking a half pace forward, Watson brought the blunt penile tip to within an inch of the black girl's face.
"How about a little ole kiss for Big Boy?" the klansman asked sneeringly.
"Wha... what... do you mean?" Maisie asked in confusion, her head still spinning from the recent beating.
"Don't play dumb, nigger!" Watson snarled angrily, "Ever' nigger wench learns how to suck cock afore she's out of grade school!"
"What? No ... no, please," she begged tearfully, "I... I!ve never done ... that before."
"Bullshit!" Watson scoffed. "You tellin' me you never gave head to that buck Bobby Lee?"
"No, I swear!" she vowed hopelessly, "We ... I mean ... I never ..."
"That's a bunch of crap, and you know it," the deputy growled. "Now you open that mouth or I'll open it for ya!"
As Watson spoke, he swung his hips forward, causing the blunt tip of his cock to nudge against Maisie Dixon's full young lips. A teardrop of seminal fluid had gathered at the slit of his purple cock head, and he smeared it now across the black girl's lips and onto her cheek. The hand behind her head tightened into an iron vise upon her skull, while he used the other to massage his turgid penis back and forth across the young woman's mouth and face. She cringed with revulsion at the unwelcome contact with his penile flesh, but his grip on her head prevented her from twisting away. She clenched her teeth tightly and fought to keep her moist lips together while Watson tormented her, his labored breath coming in deeper gasps now as his excitement increased.
After a long moment, Watson's hand left his fat cock and seized the young black girl's lower jaw. Cursing softly under his breath, the deputy dug his thumb cruelly into the soft underside of her jaw, causing her to open her mouth wide in a gasp of pain. Satisfied with the result, he held her pinned there, as his voice cracked out like a gunshot in the grim stillness of the padded cell.
"You hold them lips open, wench," he ordered, punctuating his words with a savage gouge of his thumb against her jaw, "or I'll yank 'em offa your black face for ya! And don't even think about sinkin' them teeth into me, less'n you wanna die quick!"
Never doubting that the brutal officer would kill her without hesitation, Maisie Dixon ceased her feeble struggles, and let her lower jaw go slack. Immediately, she felt the first experimental probing of Watson's bloated cock head between her moist lips. The young woman fought down a spasm of nausea at the loathsome intrusion, almost gagging as the pole of male flesh wormed its way ever deeper into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Watson released his breath in a long whistling sigh as Maisie's tongue gave an involuntary twitch, lapping unexpectedly along the underside of his flaring cock head.
"Yeah! Yeah!" the klansman whooped delightedly. "Use that tongue on my cock!!"
Afraid to ignore his instructions, Maisie hesitantly allowed her tongue to curl upward, flicking the pink tip along the thick vein beneath his swollen penis. His hips jerked forward spasmodically, almost choking her as his cock rammed another inch deeper into her mouth. Fighting for breath, she swallowed quickly, driving Tag Watson wild with the furious sucking motions of her mouth and throat. Maisie could feel his cock jerk against the roof of her mouth, growing rapidly in length and width under the moist caress of her little tongue. The klansman's fingers knotted tightly in her hair, pulling her face tight against his loins as he drove the head of his cock deep into her throat, the tip rubbing lewdly against her palate.
Maisie Dixon felt as if she would surely suffocate with the fat tube of male flesh blocking her mouth and throat. Her saliva mingled wetly with the seminal fluid leaking from the wide tip of the invading penis, drooling from the corners of her mouth and over her chin in narrow trickles. Suddenly, surprisingly, the black girl found that she could breathe more easily as her throat muscles relaxed to accommodate the presence of Tag Watson's fleshy member. Almost against her own will, her tongue slid expertly along the shaft of
Tag Watson's penis, surprised by the not unpleasant salty taste of his firm genital flesh.
Maisie had always balked when Bobby Lee had urged her to perform fellatio upon him during their bouts of lovemaking. She had steadfastly resisted his efforts to subject her to what she regarded as base sexual perversion. She was thus shocked and horrified to find the taste of a man's cock not only tolerable but mildly pleasant, and doubly humiliated to find herself sucking off one of the men most probably responsible for the death of her young lover! Swallowing her abject shame, Maisie Dixon consoled herself with the knowledge that she had no choice, she was completely at the mercy of her cruel tormentors, with no option but complete obedience to their perverse orders.
So telling herself, Maisie subconsciously applied a greater suction pressure to Tag Watson's trembling penis, provoking a head-to-toe shiver from the enraptured klansman. Watson began to rock slowly on the balls of his feet, slowly fucking his cock in and out of the black girl's clasping oral cavity. Her brown cheeks hollowed on the outstrokes, and bulged as he returned his penis forcefully to the warm sheath of her throat. Unconsciously, Maisie began rocking back and forth on her haunches, matching the swinging rhythm of Tag Watson's pistoning cock as it sluiced in and out of her mouth. A warm tingle sparked between her tightly clenched young thighs at the thought of the lewd spectacle she must be presenting to the other klansmen in the room. She could feel her nipples quiver into instant hardness in sympathetic response to the lewd mental image.
Tag Watson was groaning loudly as he surrendered himself to the churning sensations in his enflamed groin. His heavy testicles tightened into an aching knot and his buttocks tensed as he felt the approach of impending orgasm. Fingers clenched in Maisie Dixon's curly black hair, he worked her head back and forth more rapidly in syncopated response to the fucking motion of his own driving hips. The girl's moist tongue darted in a feverish accompaniment to his thrusts, hollowing into a receptive trough on the inward strokes, and swirling rapidly about the warm tip as he withdrew for another stroke. The back of her narrow throat acted as a substitute cervix, cushioning the main force of his fucking motions.
The first tremor of orgasm overtook Tag Watson in mid-stroke, causing him to flex his hairy thighs and pound his hips forward, buffeting her young face with his flailing pelvis. The deputy cried out hoarsely, proclaiming his sensual release to the ears of his victim and his fellow klansmen alike.
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!" he groaned loudly, pumping wildly with his hips as he embarked on the roller coaster ride to sensual ecstasy. "SHE'S MILKING MEEEH III'MMM CCCUUUMMMIII-NNNGGGH!"
Watson's cock suddenly bulged in young Maisie's tender mouth, as the heated flood of semen racing along his penile rod from his churning testicles. She sought to twist aside and avoid taking his viscous load in her mouth, but his hands held her immoveable as he wildly pummeled her throat with his savage blows. She felt her gorge rising as the first scalding droplets of sperm splattered against her palate, and was quickly followed by what felt like gallons of creamy cum. Her cheeks bulged as he filled her mouth to overflowing with his thick semen. Twin white rivulets trickled from the corners of her pouting lips, before she began to swallow his salty load in an automatic reflex, to prevent choking. It felt as if his ejaculation would never end, and she battled to keep pace with his spurting injections, swallowing great gulps of the milky fluid between hasty breaths.
Seconds seemed to merge into hours as Deputy Tag Watson emptied his cum into the hungry receptacle of Maisie Dixon's mouth. When at last her clasping throat had wrung the final drops of sperm from his quivering piston rod, Tag stepped away from her, shoving her roughly so that she fell backward to the floor of the cell. Maisie pulled her knees up to her breasts, curling into a fetal ball and clenching her thighs tightly In an effort to quench the unwelcome sensations stirring there in her tiny cunt. A shameful tremor of response had flared deep in the heart of her recently-violated young pussy as she was subjected to the outrageous and perverted oral fucking of Tag Watson. She fought desperately now to suppress those involuntary quivers of sensual excitement torturing her loins, praying silently that her bodily yearnings would not further disgrace and humiliate her in front of her sadistic captors.
Maisie Dixon was startled out of her private thoughts by the touch of a man's hand upon her naked shoulder. Looking fearfully up from the floor, she saw two naked klansmen standing over her, one on either side of her nude and trembling young body. She recognized the two men without knowing their names, retailing their eager participation in brutal assaults upon civil rights marchers in the town square. She shivered inwardly as the pair of men regarded her unemotionally through identical sets of steely blue eyes.
Jeb Carter and Deke Franklin were similar in stature and appearance. The two men were longtime friends, who had worked together in the construction industry for years, and joined the Klan together when it was organized in Brown County two years earlier. They were known about Serenity as men who went everywhere, did and shared everything together. It now became apparent to Maisie Dixon that they also intended to share in whatever defilement they had planned for her defenseless and trembling young body. Speaking casually, as if unconscious of anyone else being present in the room, the two men began to debate their options in attacking the captive Negro girl.
"How ya think we oughta tackle this?" one of the men asked quizzically of the other.
"I dunno, Deke," the other replied thoughtfully, adding after a pause, "it appears to me the wench's got more than one hole 'vailable for use!"
"Yes indeed, brother Jeb," Deke Franklin responded with a lecherous chuckle, "I do believe you done hit the nail on the head, for a fact!"
The two men pounced upon her as one, Franklin pinning her wrists with his big hands while Carter grasped her around the ankles. They dropped to their knees on either side of her quaking body, holding her on her left side while twisting her torso slightly, thereby displaying her taut young breasts and the furry mound of her pussy to best advantage. She sought to escape their hold, but to no avail; she was pinioned and helpless as she writhed before them on the floor, a naked living toy for their cruel amusement.
Each man easily held her limbs with one hand, leaving each a hand free with which to explore the hills and valleys of Maisie's dark young body. Deke Franklin, holding her wrists, let his other hand wander searchingly across the firm young mounds of her breasts. His blunt fingers toyed idly with her already distended nipples, tweaking the hardened little buds and scratching idly around the crinkled brown aureoles. Maisie moaned softly as his massage became more forceful, his hand kneading her breast flesh vigorously until her tits tingled with the rough handling. At the same time, Jeb Carter's free hand was stroking the gentle swell of her young belly, his fingertips trailing into the fringes of her pussy hair. Maisie squirmed and ground her hips into the padding of the floor while she clenched her thighs in a vain effort to elude the probing fingers.
It was finally becoming clear to the dazed young woman that these two men intended somehow to possess her simultaneously. But how? she asked herself, surely such a thing is impossible! She was jarred out of her mental dialogue by the intrusion of a male finger between her pouting little pussy lips, nudging against the super-sensitive node of her clitoris. Her supple young body stiffened, and she forced her firm thighs even tighter together in a last-ditch attempt to ward off the impending sexual assault. Her efforts backfired, however, as she succeeded only in trapping Jeb Carter's hand snug against the hairy mound of her vagina. The man had only to wriggle his fingertips slightly to strum the delicate bud of her clit, while stimulating the entire slit of her palpitating pussy.
"Which side you fancy, brother Deke?" Carter asked, still rotating his fingers along her moistening cuntal furrow.
"One's bout as good as another, I reckon," Deke Franklin replied casually. "Guess I'll take the back."
The men shifted their positions rapidly, even as Maisie Dixon's mind struggled to comprehend the full significance of their off-hand discussion. She suddenly found herself sandwiched between their nude bodies, with one man on either side. Deke Franklin lay in front of Maisie, his hairy chest rubbing roughly against her distended nipples while the stiff rod of his heavy cock probed the softness of her lower belly. Behind her, she could feel Jeb Carter's hard nakedness pressing against her spine, his turgid penile shaft nestled in the deep valley be- tween her plump buttocks. Their hands crept over her young nudity like grotesque spiders while they rubbed her smooth body with theirs in undulating, suggestive motions.
"Don't fret, gal," Carter whispered hoarsely from behind her, his breath hot on the soft flesh behind her ear, "Me'n Deke's shared women before, an' we know jest how ta do it!"
Even as he spoke, Maisie Dixon felt the two cocks probing her body as one. The tip of Franklin's cock jabbed insistently at her throbbing anus, already once violated on this night of supreme degradation. At the same instant, the flaring head of Jeb Carter's penis poked urgently at the tiny mouth of her cuntal orifice, smearing her slit with the thick fluid of his seminal excretion. His lips captured hers in a fierce and demanding kiss, while his partner's mouth fastened leachlike on the firm young flesh of her shoulder blade. Maisie struggled weakly, but found herself unable to move more than a few inches in any direction, while her motions served only to further inflame the passions of her latest assailants.
A sudden spasm of pain shook young Maisie Dixon as Deke Franklin's rigid cock inched its way into the elastic ring of her tiny anus. But the earlier cruel ass-fucking by Pooney Thompson had at least partially prepared her for the latest invasion of her once-virginal rectum. She consciously sought to relax her anal sphincter, disturbed once more by the faint stirrings of forbidden desire as Franklin began to plunder her luscious ass with long, smooth strokes. Unconsciously, she dug her fingernails into Jeb Carter's shoulders, as a faint moan escaped from her throat.
Mistaking Maisie's motion for unrestrained sexual ardor, klansman Jeb Carter chose that moment to thrust his cock deep into her poised young vagina. Entering her loins without preliminary foreplay, Carter buried his penis to the hilt in the black girl's moistened cunt. The resulting sensation was incredible, unlike anything young Maisie Dixon had experienced or imagined in her short life. Both her anus and her vaginal canal were filled to the bursting point with the matched pair of pistoning cocks. Maisie could feel the twin shafts rubbing together through the thin membrane separating her two love tunnels. Deke Franklin and Jeb Carter were obviously accustomed to the technique, falling easily into a cooperative rhythm which allowed one to withdraw his organ from Maisie's quaking body as the other thrust powerfully into her. The men were breathing heavily with the effort of their strenuous fucking, pacing each other in a driving tempo of jarring blows which kept the young woman jiggling between them crazily, like some sort of animated rag doll.
Deke Franklin's broad hands snaked around from behind Maisie to snare the full mounds of her straining breasts, twisting the swollen nipples until the black girl felt sure they would explode from a combination of pain and sexual tension. Simultaneously, Jeb Carter's clawed fingers seized Maisie's wiggling buttocks, prying them even wider apart as if to accommodate the plunging cock of his partner in the girl's dual defilement. Maisie suppressed a groan of sheer humiliation as the new sensations deep in her trembling belly signaled yet another betrayal of her grim determination by the omnipotent yearning of her woman's flesh. The groaning sounds in her throat were now altered subtly, changing by gradual degrees into mewling cries of barely restrained lust.
As the fucking tempo of the two klansmen increased markedly, young Maisie Dixon was suddenly aware of a new addition to the lewd writhing threesome. A naked man was kneeling at her head, his stiffening penis mere inches from her perspiring face. Glancing fearfully up, she saw that the newcomer was none other than Jack Peters, her first attacker. His cock stiffened anew by the lustful scene before him on the floor of the cell, the klan leader had come forward to join once more in the degradation of the captive young woman.
Tangling his fingers in Maisie Dixon's hair, Peters jerked her head roughly back so that she was facing him more directly. Leaning forward, he angled his pelvis downward to bring the head of his penis against the girl's full, moist lips. Deke Franklin and Jeb Carter gave no sign of noticing the intrusion, continuing their cooperative fucking thrusts unabated into the black girl's cunt and rectum.
"Take it!" Peters ordered roughly. "Take it in your mouth!" Maisie Dixon hesitated briefly, until the broad tip of Jack Peters' penis nudged urgently against her slightly parted young lips. At that, already stimulated by the forceful double fucking she was then receiving, the black girl allowed her tongue to flick out experimentally against the underside of the klansman's hot cock head. She was rewarded by a spasmodic jerking of his erect penile flesh, and the faintly salty flavor of his pre-ejaculate fluid on her tongue. Holding her head firmly in his grasp, Peters slid his firm rod slowly into the widening tunnel of her mouth, exhaling his breath in a deep sigh of gratification as her tongue curled wetly about the width of his cock. Her earlier horror and revulsion at the very idea of oral sex had almost vanished, being gradually replaced by an erotic appreciation of sorts.
The young woman was totally overwhelmed by the triple assault underway upon her naked body. Jeb Carter and Deke Franklin fucked into her asshole and cunt with strong alternating strokes, their coarse hands vigorously kneading her breasts and firm young buttocks. They seemed oblivious to the new intrusion as Jack Peters began skewering his penis in and out of Maisie's clasping oral cavity. Taken altogether, the multiple sensations wracking Maisie's nervous system were combining to drive her on toward the brink of shattering sexual release. Her firm young hips began to undulate rapidly as she sought to achieve a fucking rhythm accommodating to both of her ravishers at the same time, and her motions served to further incite their quick fucking strokes. Unable to voice her lust with Jack
Peters' cock in her mouth, Maisie responded to the sensual fucking by swirling her tongue ever faster around the tip of the third klansman's expanding cock. His audible moan of pleasure assured her that her tactics were indeed successful.
The four klansmen not participating in the group ravishment moved closer, huddled into a tight knot of incredulity as they watched the black girl's emotions run the full gamut from fear and disgust to undisguised sexual longing. Her motions now were those of grateful cooperation as she surrendered herself without reservation to the sensuous feelings sweeping through her violated young body. It was readily apparent to all observers that the members of the intertwined group on the floor were rapidly approaching a chain-reaction state of simultaneous orgasm.
The four writhing figures existed in a universe of their own now, a totally erotic plane of consciousness unrelated and unaffected by earthly surroundings. And Maisie Dixon was the center of that universe, the living receptacle of the three men's hammering lust. The labored breathing from four pairs of lungs was loud in the small cell, as the tangled forms thrashed their way onward to fulfillment.
Jeb Carter got there first, his oncoming orgasm signaled by the rapid expansion of his pumping cock within Maisie Dixon's tiny rectum. The klansman growled out his lust as his entire body stiffened, his cock plunging deep into the girl's asshole in one final thrust before the searing eruption of his seminal flood. The scalding onslaught brought on a corresponding tightening in Maisie's loins, trapping' Deke Franklin's pistoning rod in a hot velvety vise of vaginal flesh. The black girl's hips were pumping wildly now as she teetered on the brink of her own climax, her pussy muscles milking furiously at the trapped pole of male flesh.
The constriction of the girl's cunt around his cock was enough to pull Franklin over the edge and into the whirlpool of orgasm. His hips slammed violently into Maisie's pelvis, his cock grinding against the blood-filled bulb of her clitoris as he buried it to the hilt in her tight pussy. She could feel his penis swell and lengthen, stretching the confines of her vagina still further as the viscous stream of cum spouted from the broad tip. The hot fluid splattered against the mouth of her cervix, touching off the initial tremors of her own climax deep in her churning young belly. She trembled violently with the onset of orgasm, stiffening from head to toe as shivers of mind-blowing sensual release streaked up her spine to explode in colored pinwheels at the base of her skull.
Surrendering totally to the ecstasy of the moment, Maisie Dixon snaked her soft hands into Jack Peter's groin. The fingers of one hand curled about the base of his penis as it slid in and out of her eager young mouth, alternately squeezing and stroking the turgid shaft. At the same time,-her other hand reached between his thighs to cup the tightened sack of his scrotum, tickling his heavy balls with the teasing tips of her fingers. Maisie's cheeks hollowed as her mouth rapidly simulated the sucking rhythm of her clasping cunt, setting the klansman's penile flesh aquiver with tingling erotic sensation. Jack Peters quickly joined the others in the throes of orgasm, groaning aloud as his cock sluiced rapidly in and out of Maisie's ovaled lips. She swallowed rapidly in an effort to capture all his sperm, but there was too much, and rivulets of the white creamy fluid streaked her chin as it overflowed the narrow confines of her mouth.
Maisie Dixon was totally spent as the three klansmen gradually withdrew their shrinking cock flesh from the openings of her ravished young body. She had never imagined such devastating and overwhelming erotic sensations as those which were even then racing through her body. It seemed as if her orgasmic spasms would never end, and even the rude withdrawal of the twin cocks from her cunt and rectum did nothing to abate the sensuous throbbing. Minutes seemed to merge into eternities as the blissful contractions of her young cunt sent tremors of ecstasy to every portion of her tingling body. At last she lay, gasping and spread-eagled, before the gaze of the assembled klansmen.
One of the men had not yet approached her. The other men turned toward him now, and Maisie Dixon's eyes followed theirs to regard the man who would be her next attacker. He was tall, and appeared strong, though it was difficult to judge since he had removed only his hood and robe, remaining otherwise completely clothed. He was amazingly young, a handsome blond, with blue eyes narrowed now in an apparent mixture of fear and disgust. He seemed unusually pale, and when he ran one hand through his tousled hair, Maisie could actually see the fingers tremble slightly. The other klansmen also noticed his discomfort, and were baiting him with catcalls and crude directives.
"Gwan, Ben, get a little while it's hot!"
"Better catch her while ya can, brother!"
"Jump in there, Ben! Nail her good!"
The young klansman shook his head adamantly, forcing a small grin as he declined the "offers" of his brother klansmen.
"I don't fancy any dark meat today, boys," he said apologetically, "leastways not sloppy left-overs!"
"Oh, so you're particular, eh?" Hank Jeeters jeered. "Could it be ya just can't git it up?"
The younger man took a menacing step forward, fists clenched and ready at his sides.
"Watch your mouth, Jeeters," he warned angrily, "or you'll be pickin' up your teeth with two broken arms!"
"I'll take a piece of that action!" Jeeters snarled, closing in on the younger man, until Jack Peters stepped between them.
"Easy, boys, easy," the Imperial Wizard cautioned. "We've enough to do these days without fightin' each other on the side. Freeman's a new man on the squad. It takes time to acquire a taste for brown sugar!"
"He needs to prove himself, anyhow!" Tag Watson put in, instinctively siding with Jeeters.
"True enough," Peters added thoughtfully, pondering the matter as he dressed swiftly. Suddenly his face brightened, as he hit upon the apparently ideal solution.
"We need to dispose of this wench pretty quick," he said quietly, so that Maisie had to strain her ears to catch the words, "Why not leave that little chore to young Ben here?"
Maisie and Ben grasped the full meaning of the man's words at the same instant. The young black girl recoiled in terror at the pronouncement of her own death, but her cry of terror was nipped in the bud by a swift side kick from Jack Peters. She curled into a little ball on the floor of the cell, her ears ringing but alert to the continued conversation of the klansmen. It seemed that she had misjudged young Ben Freeman, from the tone of his response to Jack Peters' suggestion.
"Sure, Jack," he agreed almost eagerly, "I'll take care of her for you! Don't worry about a damn thing!"
"I won't Ben, I won't," the Wizard assured him. "I'll jest send Tag here along with ya to make sure you learn the ropes."
Freeman balked at this suggestion, shrugging off the need for any assistance on his mission. "I can get by without anyone to hold my hand or wipe my nose, Jack!" he insisted. "If n you don't trust me, then I best not go 'long at all!"
Peters looked first surprised, then pleased at the self-confidence of his youthful follower. "Awright, Ben, awright!" he beamed, "you jest handle it on your own, now, and see you get it right the first time!"
"No sweat, Jack," Freeman assured the Imperial Wizard, calling out to the others, "Get her dressed, boys, and help me load her in my pickup."
Tag Watson and Pooney Thompson sprang to the task at once, hoisting Maisie roughly up from the floor by her arms. Her jail dress lay in shreds where the klansmen had stripped it from her young body. Hank Jeeters was dispatched for another uniform, returning with it shortly as Maisie sagged in all her nakedness between the men who held her. Then, with rough "assistance" from the coarse hands of her captors, she was bundled into the shift dress and held upright while the loose garment was fastened about her young body.
Cruel hands lifted her off her feet, hustling her out of the sound-proofed cell which had become her heaven and hell combined during the past few hours, and along the darkened hallway of the county jail. Maisie was groggy with lack of sleep and the sexual ordeal she had just passed through, but she was alert enough to recognize that she was being taken out the rear entrance of the jail building.
The cool evening air brought Maisie back to a semblance of true consciousness, and she looked about her, finding herself held in the dark alley behind the county courthouse. Several cars were parked there, and she was now being forced along toward a battered old pickup truck with a gun rack in the back window. Young Ben Freeman held open the passenger's door, and Tag Watson shoved the girl ruthlessly into the cab of the truck. She vaguely heard the door slam and lock behind her, -but her head was already swimming with the pace of events about her, and she felt on the verge of losing consciousness. Maisie was barely aware of the fact that Ben Freeman was now in the pickup truck beside her, turning the ignition key and gunning the engine as he pulled out of the alley and onto the main street of Serenity.
And then, the full realization of her situation came jarringly home to young Maisie Dixon's fuddled mind. Oh God! she thought, This man is taking me somewhere to... to... kill me!! The Klan is going to murder me just like they did Bobby Lee!!!
The thought was simply too terrible for Maisie's brain to assimilate after the other shocks of the afternoon and evening. She felt herself slouching farther down into the seat of the truck, slipping mercifully into the swirl of blessed unconsciousness as the vehicle sped on into the night.
CHAPTER FIVE
Maisie Dixon was awakened by the touch of a gentle hand upon her shoulder. Opening her eyes slowly, she was at first unable to recognize her surroundings. It took a long moment for her to recall the events of the day and evening, and then the entire chain of nightmaric incidents swept over her in a heartbreaking flood, bringing bitter tears to her young eyes. First there had been the funeral of her young lover, Bobby Lee Brown, followed by her own lewd submission to her own lecherous finger- fucking. Then followed quickly the painful memories of her arrest and imprisonment, and the multiple sexual assaults to which her ripe young body had been subjected by the lecherous klansmen. Oh my God! she thought, It's all true! Every bit of it!!
A second gentle nudge at her shoulder brought the girl back to immediate reality. Her head snapped around, to face the young man in the seat beside her, and she noticed for the first time that the truck in which they sat was no longer moving. Her recollection of the terrible night was now complete. She sat in young Ben Freeman's pickup truck, alone and at the mercy of the very klansman who had sworn to kill her! She began to weep softly, trembling as she cast a sidelong glance at the man beside her. When at last he spoke, the softness of his voice was startling.
"No need to fret, ma'am," he said in a reassuring tone, "I don't aim to do you no harm."
Maisie could scarcely believe her sears. "But... but..." she spluttered, "you told them you would ... you would ... kill me." The last words were small and timid, almost a whisper.
"Hell, I had to tell them that!" he answered, sounding indignant, "If n someone else'd taken you outta there, you'd be eatin' swamp mud this minute! I did it for your sake ... to... to make up for ..." he left the sentence hanging, unfinished.
"Where are we?" she asked, looking outside the truck for the first time since regaining consciousness.
"At my place," he answered, jerking his thumb toward a small cottage off to the left among some tall cypress trees. "I couldn't think of nowhere else to bring you right off. You need some cleanin' up afore you try to light out of town." , "Do you know who killed my man, Bobby Lee?" Maisie asked the young klansman point-blank.
"Yes ma'am, I was there," he answered, rushing on to finish the sentence when he saw the mingled fright and anger in her eyes. "But I swear to God I never pulled a trigger. It was Jack Peters and Pooney Thompson what done it. Hank the jailer was drivin' the car."
Maisie Dixon clenched her eyes tightly in an effort to hold back the hopeless, useless tears. A sob caught at her throat, and when Ben Freeman touched her shoulder again, she turned toward that human contact without a thought to the identity of the man himself. Putting one arm about her shoulders, Freeman led her from the battered old truck and along the stone path to his bungalow. They passed through that door, and Freeman locked it from the inside, pulling the window shades down before turning on a light.
The house was small but clean, and Ben Freeman had achieved a neatness in his lodgings which few bachelors bother to seek. As she was examining the house, the young klansman was examining her. Despite his repugnance at what he had witnessed in the county jail, Ben Freeman had also been undeniably aroused at the sight of the young woman's ripe nakedness, and her heated response to the sexual assaults directed against her firm young body. He was even more conscious of her now, as she stood before him in the living room of his own home. She was naked underneath the clinging prison uniform, and the chafing of the rough denim material had once more brought her bruised nipples into full and very obvious erection. Watching her move across the room, shaky at first but with a native smoothness and grace, Ben Freeman felt his cock begin to stiffen with the first tremors of rising lust. Fighting to suppress the growing erotic interest, Ben crossed the room to help Maisie in her search for the bathroom.
"Right this way, ma'am," he said gently, taking her by the arm and steering her toward the hallway and the bathroom beyond. The womanly smells of sweat and sex came to his nostrils in a heady brew, causing his cock to harden even more. "You'll find the shower and all right in here."
He ushered her into the bathroom and closed the door quietly behind her. Alone for the first time since mid-afternoon, Maisie Dixon quickly stripped off the jail uniform, and stood before the bathroom mirror. Slowly she examined her own naked body, probing gently at the discolored areas bruised by her ruthless attackers. Her nipples were especially tender, and the lightest touch of her fingertips set the nerves of her sensitive breast flesh jangling. Exploring her smooth abdomen, she found other sore spots, discolored and aching from the multiple assaults she had suffered. Finally, her searching hands traced the furred mounds and valleys of her pu bic area, lightly stroking the throbbing lips of her violated little pussy. She cupped the area of her vagina with one soft hand, massaging gently to relieve the dull ache as she moved to the shower stall and reached inside. The hot water responded instantly to her touch on the knob, and she stepped into the shower with a sigh of relief.
Leaning against the tile wall, Maisie gratefully allowed the steaming spray to wash over her as she slowly and carefully lathered her body. Beginning with her full round breasts, she rubbed the sensuous suds lingeringly across her ebony skin, relishing the cleansing tingle of the soap bubbles on her flesh. Her nipples stiffened immediately into total erection, while seeming to lose some of-their soreness under the soothing moist massage. Her hands trailed the soapy lather down across her flat belly, softly kneading the silky flesh with her fingertips. She took special care with her pussy mound, scrubbing the curly pubic hairs briskly with her soapy knuckles. She thrust her hips forward, spreading her full thighs wide apart to let the stream of water pummel her vaginal lips. The sudden pain caused her to wince briefly, but after mere seconds, she was overcome by a new and blessed sensation of cleanliness and relaxation. She allowed a sigh of contentment to slip from her lips as she slowly undulated her pelvis, making sure all portions of her pussy came under the soothing spray.
For a moment it was as if Maisie Dixon was back in her own bathroom, in the little cabin she had shared with Bobby Lee. Her fingers began an unconscious circular massage of her vaginal lips, but Maisie suddenly stopped herself, shuddering as she remembered the consequences of her own lewd masturbation earlier that afternoon. Heaving a tired sigh of resignation, she stepped from the shower stall and briskly toweled herself dry, enjoying the mild roughness of the bathtowel on her newly-washed skin.
Wrapping the towel tightly around her curvaceous young body, Maisie draped the denim jail dress over one arm, and opened the bathroom door. She looked both ways along the narrow hallway, but could see nothing of Ben Freeman anywhere. She crossed the hall on tip-toes, entering the open doorway of the room across from her, closing the door when she was inside. Looking around, she found herself in a neatly furnished bedroom, with a king-sized bed along one wall. She was in Ben Freeman's bedroom! The thought itself was the final straw for Maisie Dixon on this night of terror and humiliation. Sobbing bitterly, she threw herself face down on the large bed, burying her face in her folded arms.
Standing in the kitchen, Ben Freeman heard the opening and closing of doors in the hallway. He walked slowly down the corridor, quickly finding that Maisie had left the bathroom. His ears picked up faint sobbing from behind the closed bedroom door, and he softly Crossed the corridor to press his ear against the door. Fearing that something serious might be wrong with the black girl after her ordeal at the jail, he turned the knob and slipped quietly into the dimly lit room. What he saw there caused him to pull up short in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat.
Maisie Dixon lay across his own bed, facing away from the doorway in which he stood. She was clad only in a yellow bath towel, the moist folds of which served to emphasize rather than conceal the round swell of her firm young asscheeks. The hem of the towel had hiked up over the lower curve of her dark buttocks, and from where he stood, Ben could clearly see the slit of her pussy and the single eye of her asshole, peeking through the soft curls of her pubic hair. He felt his cock stiffen involuntarily at the lascivious sight, prodding its tip against the coarse material of his denim pants. Fighting to overcome the lewd sensations rising in his own loins, Ben Freeman crossed the room and sat down beside her on the bed.
Maisie was startled at Ben's appearance on the bed beside her. She glanced over her naked shoulder with tear-filled eyes, scanning his face fearfully for some visible hint of violent intentions. She was quite surprised to find only kindness and concern mirrored there, as he scrutinized her anxiously.
"Wha ... what do you want?" she stammered.
"I only want to help you," he assured the frightened young woman. "Maybe I can help you get away ... out of the county."
"Why?" Maisie asked skeptically, her voice betraying traces of inbred bitterness. "Why should you want to do anything for me?"
"I ... I can't take any more like what went on tonight," he explained quietly. "The Klan's done gone too far, killin' people and. . . and. . . the rest of it. I'm gettin' out before it's too late."
"You mean .. . you'll really help me?" she asked in amazement, still unable to believe the evidence supplied by her ears.
"I swear it," he promised, placing a comforting hand upon the black girl's naked shoulder. She seemed unaware of the contact, burying her face in her arms once more and bursting into wracking sobs.
"Oh Bobby! Bobby Lee!" she wept, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs.
Seeking to comfort her, Ben Freeman moved closer to Maisie on the bed, sliding one arm around her heaving shoulders. Words seemed inadequate in the face of her obvious grief, so he remained silent, hugging her tightly to provide some vestige of reassurance in her moment of need. And yet, despite her obvious vulnerability-or perhaps because of it-the young man had become acutely aware of Maisie as a woman. The feel of her naked flesh beneath his palm, and the clean fragrance of her just-washed hair and body combined to wreak havoc with his senses. He began to perspire heavily, and his penis quivered into instant erection as it nudged against the black girl's near-naked hip.
Ben Freeman's eyes scanned Maisie's body as she lay beside him, barely covered by the yellow bath towel. The cloth had fallen away slightly from her side nearest him, and he was treated to the view of one firm young breast in profile. The supple breast flesh billowed slightly in time with her ragged breathing, as the towel slipped still farther from her prostrate form. Ben reached out his hand to adjust the material, but his nervous and fumbling efforts succeeded only in causing the towel to fall away completely from Maisie Dixon's nude body. The young klansman sucked in his breath in amazement at the display of luscious female flesh before him. After the ordeal at the jail, he was no stranger to the details of Maisie's form, but she appeared somehow different here beside him on the bed. His eyes devoured every delicious hill and valley of her succulent figure, as his tongue snaked out to noisily lick his lips. Almost unconsciously, he stretched out one hand, to trace the curvature of her graceful spine with his fingertips.
Totally consumed with grief, Maisie Dixon at first failed to notice Ben Freeman's touch upon her flesh. Not until his searching fingers reached the upper cleft of her plump buttocks did she look up, startled and afraid, taken unaware by his sudden boldness. When she turned to face him and shake off his hand, she noticed for the first time that her naked body was no longer covered by the towel. Gasping, she twisted to grapple with the material, affording Ben Freeman a full view of her supple nude torso in the process. His eyes widened as her full breasts bobbled in his very face, her brown nipples coming erect and quivering at contact with the cool air in the bedroom.
The bath towel was tangled beneath Maisie's hips, and she was struggling in vain to regain some vestige of modesty when Ben Freeman reached out a hand to stop her. She gasped anew at his gentle but firm grasp on her wrist, as he halted her ineffectual fumbling with the towel.
"You shouldn't cover yourself," he said softly, timidly, almost whispering. "Your ... I mean .;. you're so so beautiful."
Maisie Dixon was at a loss for words, stricken dumb by this unexpected compliment from the young klansman. She could only stare at him in amazement as he slowly released his grip on her wrist, and began sliding his fingers slowly, caressingly along the smooth flesh of her arm. Goosebumps erupted all over her body as his teasing hand reached her shoulder and began its torturous descent across the upper swell of her right breast. Maisie's ears began to ring, and she suddenly realized that she had been holding her breath in tense anticipation. She suddenly released the air in a whistling sigh as the hypnotic spell was momentarily broken.
Ben Freeman looked injured, and his hand stopped its progress as he replied, "I wouldn't never harm you, ma'am. It's just.. you're so ..." He left the sentence hanging, unfinished, as he lunged forward to cover Maisie's mouth with his own.
Maisie Dixon was forced backward onto the mattress under the young man's weight as he mashed his lips against hers. His hand slid along to cup the fullness of her breast, centering the erect nipple in his coarse palm, and stimulating it with slow circular motions. His hot tongue slowly wormed its way between her lips and teeth, searching the cavern of her mouth until it made electric contact with her own tongue. Dancing and fencing like a living flame, his tongue beckoned hers into responsive counterstrokes, building a crescendo of erotic sensation in Maisie's mouth and tightened throat. Against her own wishes, she could feel her passion mounting as his tongue assaulted her mouth and his hand continued its sensual massage of her captive breast. The flesh of her smooth little belly fluttered involuntarily with tremors of awakening desire that flared in her loins and spread outward to the extremities of her writhing body.
After a long moment, Ben Freeman broke the deep soul kiss, to leave Maisie gasping and weak. His moist lips and darting tongue traced a wet path along her throat and down across her chest, seeking and finding the mound of her heaving young breast. Cupping the throbbing breast flesh with his hand, he pushed the straining nipple up to meet his lips. The tip of his tongue lapped out to circle wetly about the crinkled areola of her nipple but, sparking terrific jolts of erotic sensation from her tight little breast tip. Now his tongue was teasing the nipple itself, flicking rapidly back and forth across the berrylike bud in buzz-saw fashion, causing Maisie to arch her spine and twist her shouldrs as she sought feebly to evade the Klansman's maddening mouth. She pushed weakly at his broad shoulders, but abandoned the half-hearted effort as the blazing sensations in her breast and loins blossomed to consume her being and her soul.
An erotic eternity slipped by before Ben Freeman released her nipple from between his teeth. His mouth moved moistly across her chest, planting nibbling little kisses in the valley between her tits, then moving slowly up the inner slope of her other breast. He captured the still-wet right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it maddeningly as his teeth and lips snared the left one in a velvet vise. An audible groan of mingled pleasure and frustration slipped from Maisie Dixon's lips as she undulated on the mattress of the king-sized bed. The suction cup of his mouth fastened upon her aching nipple while the tip of his tongue lashed the hardened tip with feverish rapidity. Maisie was gasping and weak when Ben Freeman withdrew his face from her breast, to gaze down at her helpless, panting form.
Springing up from the bed, Ben Freeman quickly stripped off his clothing, and soon stood naked before the prostrate young woman. Peeking through slitted eyelids, Maisie was startled and a little frightened at the imposing size of the white man's erect penis. My God! she exclaimed to herself in surprise, It's even bigger than Bobby Lee's! She could not take her eyes from the stout shaft which protruded like an erotic javelin from Ben Freeman's crop of curly pubic hair. She was hypnotized by the sight, as a bird may be hypnotized by a serpent about to strike. Almost unconsciously she lifted one hand from the mattress, reaching timidly out until her fingertips made contact with the flaring head of his powerful cock.
Ben Freeman began to tremble as the black girl's delicate fingers encircled the swollen shaft of his manhood. She began to caress his rigid prick with lingering, feathery strokes, gently rolling back the foreskin to expose the purplish tip. The flaring, cobralike head seemed to throb before her very eyes, while a milky drop of viscous semen materialized along the tight slit in the bulbous tip. Turning slightly, Maisie reached forward with her other hand to cup the heavy twin pendulums of Freeman's lust-swollen testicles as they dangled between his hairy thighs. Her massaging of his pulsing organ became more forceful as she sensed his uncontrollable response. The veins of Ben's cock were gorged with blood, and throbbing strongly against the warm palm of Maisie Dixon's caressing hand.
Inspired by a curious mixture of passion and sympathy for this man who had unexpectedly befriended her, Maisie sat up on the mattres, facing the rod of flesh jutting from his loins. Dipping her head forward, she flicked her pink tongue tip out to hip at the droplet of cum suspended from his cock head. Ben Freeman gasped aloud as the hot, moist tongue made electrifying contact with the satiny flesh of his glans. Maisie could feel his entire body stiffen and tense as her tongue made tight, teasing circles around the throbbing penile head, leaving it slick and glistening with her saliva. One hand con- tinued to gently knead his balls, while the other slipped around to cup the taut muscles of his ass-cheeks.
Ben Freeman could hardly breathe, so tight were the muscles of his chest and throat. The incredible sensations emanating from his cock and balls were driving him to a fever pitch of desire. The light touch of her fingertips on his nuts and along the cleft of his asscheeks was almost enough to send him over the brink to orgasm. The tendons in his thighs stood out like steel cables as Ben tensed his legs, rocking easily back and forth on the balls of his feet in time with the sucking rhythm of Maisie Dixon's mouth. He seemed intent on fucking into her moist oral cavity as if it were actually her tight little vagina.
Releasing Ben Freeman's heavy testicles for the moment, Maisie brought both hands into play upon his firm buttocks. Her mouth slid along the side of his tumescent penis, smothering the slick shaft with little nibbling kisses, while her hands massaged his twin asscheeks. Her fingertips slipped into the tight crack of Ben's ass, working their way along the narrow slit until they made contact with the tiny puckered ring of his anus. Freeman let out a gasp at the surprising touch, involuntarily jerking his pelvis forward so that his cock buried itself another full inch in Maisie's warm mouth. She mouthed it hungrily, laving the swollen shaft with her hot tongue as her fingers gently circled and probed Ben's rubbery asshole. For one hesitant moment her middle finger was poised over the mouth of his crinkled anus, and then, in one swift movement, it plunged deep inside, burying itself to the second knuckle.
Ben Freeman cried out at the sudden and painful intrusion of his virginal anus, but the sensation quickly melted into one of warm eroticism. Maisie began to work her invading finger inland out of Ben's asshole, in perfect rhythm with the engulfing motions of her moist mouth. With each inward stroke the young Klansman's pelvis lurched forward, threatening to choke Maisie with the thick rod of his genital flesh. The mutual fucking rhythm was inciting both of them to new heights of excitement. Maisie could feel a hot flame of sexual yearning kindled deep in her moistening cunt, sending shivers across her belly to the tingling nipples of her breasts. And Ben Freeman, by now totally surrendered to the erotic feelings consuming his lower torso, felt himself on the razor's edge of impending orgasm.
Anxious to postpone his ultimate relief as long as possible before the final explosion, Ben tangled his fingers in Maisie's dark hair and pulled her face reluctantly away from his loins. His long penis reappeared by inches, sliding from her clasping lips like a sword of flesh emerging from its warm sheath. With a thrust of his muscular arms, he pushed Maisie backward on the bed, her full breasts bobbing as her shoulders struck the firm mattress. Ben Freeman stood between the black girl's knees as her legs dangled over the edge of the mattress, raking her lush nudity with his slitted eyes.
Groaning with barely suppressed lust, Freeman , scrambled onto the bed. He knelt above Maisie, with his knees straddling the firm swell of her full hips. His heavy scrotum grazed the satiny flesh of her lower belly as he towered over her, licking his lips in eager anticipation. At last, with a strangled cry, he threw himself forward, pinning her wrists to the mattress with his big hands while his mouth descended once more upon her straining breast mounds. He knawed almost violently at first one budding nipple and then the other, rewarded by Maisie Dixon's vocal cries of mingled pain and ecstasy. He inhaled great mouthfuls of tender breast flesh, mauling the succulent mammary tissue with his lips and teeth until his willing victim writhed helplessly beneath him.
Working downward from the black girl's taut young breasts, Ben Freeman began sucking and licking a moist irregular path across the velvet plane of Maisie's stomach. The soft flesh of her body fluttered beneath the lewd ministrations of his slithering tongue. The girl's hips began an unconscious undulating motion, rubbing her pubic thatch against the underside of Freeman's scrotum as she arched her supple spine. She could feel the hot shaft of Ben's cock nestled against the flesh of her lower belly, its broad wet tip grazing the tiny indentation of her navel. She longed to feel that rigid pole of male flesh driving without mercy into the mouth of her hungry cunt. A small, pleasing whimper escaped from her throat as she ground her cuntal mound more forcefully against Ben Freeman's tightening balls.
Pinning both of Maisie's slender wrists above her head with one hand, Ben quickly shifted position so that he was crouching between Maisie's widespread thighs. Holding her pinioned thus, Freeman reached down to stroke her pubic mound with his other hand. He parted her sensuous cuntal lips with two fingers, parting them to expose the moist interior of her vagina. He could clearly see the little bud of her clitoris, nestled in its sheath of skin just above the narrow mouth of her pussy. The erotically stimulating vista of female flesh displayed before him sparked a renewed fiery tingle deep in Ben Freeman's churning balls, and his penis gave an involuntary jump of repressed passion. Another thick droplet of semen materialized at the tip of his cock, smearing its wetness across Maisie's soft belly in abstract patterns.
Grasping his penis in one hand, Ben Freeman drew the blunt head slowly and tauntingly down the length of the young woman's cuntal furrow. The fleeting contact of his cock flesh with the erect node of her clit caused Maisie to stiffen into instant rigidity, a small cry of passion slipping from her throat. The broad glans of the man's prick nosed maddeningly along the girl's steaming pussy slit, pausing to provoke her vaginal mouth into clasping spasms with an experimental jab. Maisie Dixon was whimpering openly now, mewling out weak pleas for the long-sought sexual relief that she craved.
"Oh, please," she begged tearfully, gasping for breath even as she spoke, "don't tease me!"
"Hush now!" Ben Freeman ordered, "you'll get what comin' to ya ... in due time!"
With that, Ben dropped his fingers to the tiny mouth of Maisie's yearning cunt. Droplets of her feminine lubricant had collected along the pouting lips of her pussy, and glistened like miniature pearls in the dark forest of her pubic hair. He moistened his fingertips at the well of her womanhood, smearing the secretions of her sex around her pussy with teasing massaging motions of his hand. He grasped the nub of her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking and pinching it until Maisie writhed and moaned in a state of erotic frenzy. Her hips rotated upward off the mattress, her pussy seeking even greater contact with Ben Freeman's caressing hand. He taunted and teased her deliberately, stroking the moist flesh of her cunt as lightly as possible, stimulating her to a fever pitch while denying her the total release which she craved. Finally, as her pelvis jerked upward in an irregular spastic rhythm, Ben plunged his long middle finger deep into the sucking portal of Maisie's tight little cunt.
Taken completely by surprise, Maisie arched her spine and cried out loudly in gratitude and relief. She frantically ground her loins against Ben's palm, using her cuntal muscles to clasp and hold as much as possible of the young man's invading finger. He began to rotate the massaging digit, scouring the interior walls of her pussy in a lewd reaming motion. His broad thumb circled the erect bud of her clit at the same time, doubling the erotic sensations even then exploding in her steaming cunt. His stiffened finger sluiced in and out of Maisie's hot vagina, pumping ever faster in response to her fucking motions and strangled cries of pleasure. When he suddenly whipped his hand away from her writhing loins, Maisie Dixon gasped with anxiety and frustration, her pussy elevated several inches from the mattress and rotating in empty air.
"Wha ... what ... what are you doing?" she asked whiningly, an unspoken plea for fulfillment in her voice.
Without a word, Ben Freeman shifted positions on the bed, poising his face directly over the gently undulating mound of Maisie Dixon's genitals. Raising her head, she glanced down between the swelling mounds of her firm breasts to where Ben hovered above her loins. Her woman's sixth sense told her what was coming, and yet she was somewhat surprised when Ben dipped his face forward to kiss the swollen lips of her waiting cunt. He kissed her lightly at first, his warm lips barely brushing the wet lips of her pussy. Then, after a second of delay, his tongue flicked out to gently part those nether lips, lapping at the fountain of her femininity. It was all the black girl could do to restrain herself from screaming out the intense pleasure which she felt.
Ben's mouth began to attack her secret genitals more forcefully as he sensed her vibrant response. His tongue slithered along her vaginal slit, flicking across the hardened node of her clit, then darting into the clasping mouth of her vagina itself. A storm of varying sensations assailed Maisie's jumbled young consciousness as Ben switched his technique with every few strokes. First his tongue was furled and stiffened, rasping across her cuntal flanges like a miniature penis, and then suddenly it was wide and soft, caressing her entire pussy with loving feathery strokes. Circling, stabbing, licking, his tongue danced along the moist valley of her pussy, stimulating the young woman to a frenzy of erotic desire.
After long, torturous moments of tantalizing oral massage, Ben began sucking at Maisie's cuntal flesh with real gusto. He seized a mouthful of her moist genital meat, pinching it between his teeth while his tongue whipped her jangling nerves into a sensuous frenzy. Alternately sucking and gnawing, he continued to work Maisie's pussy over with his teeth and tongue until she writhed helplessly on the mattress beneath him, sobbing with mingled pain and ecstasy.
"Oh God, yes!" Maisie wailed, almost hysterically, "Go on! Just like that!! SSSUUUCCCKKK MMMEEE!!"
Ben Freeman complied with her moaning request, redoubling his oral assault upon the widespread plain of Maisie's private genitals. A deep growl rose in his impassioned throat, tingling Maisie's pussy lips as it rumbled from his lips. Her clawed fingers tangled in his blond hair, pressing his active mouth tighter against her aching cunt. At the same time, hr firm thighs came up on either side of his head, trapping him there in a sensuous head- lock, pinning his mouth against the hungry portal of her vagina to ensure continued contact with his darting tongue. Maisie frantically ground her tight buttocks into the mattress and gritted her teeth as she was driven relentlessly on toward the eventual goal of mind-shattering sexual release. Her entire body was enveloped with a bizarre but pleasant sensation of weightlessness and floating, and her entire universe was centered around the darting tongue tickling her eager young cunt.
After what may have been minutes or hours, Ben Freeman suddenly rose to his knees again, freeing himself from the young woman's clinging grasp. For a moment he stroked the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs with his hands, turning a deaf ear to her mumbled pleas for a resumption of his lewd tongue fucking. Placing a firm hand behind each knee, he levered her legs out and upward, pressing her knees backward until they brushed against the erect nipples of her firm breasts. In that position the entire plain of her loins was totally exposed to the young klansman's lecherous gaze, from the crinkled ring of her anus to the moist slit of her hungry little cunt. Freeman gasped and noisily licked his lips at the sight of so much femininity displayed before him, his for the taking.
Guiding his rigid penis with one hand, Ben drew the bulbous glans slowly along the furrow of Maisie's crotch from clit to asshole. Maisie ground her teeth together furiously, sobbing out her sexual frustration as tears of restrained lust streaked her smooth cheeks. Her entire torso was seized with a spastic tremblings as Ben's chafing cock head drove her trembling cunt into convulsions of passion. Looming over her, Ben could see the tight ring of her cuntal orifice opening and closing like a ravenous mouth. He circled that sexual portal with the purplish glans of his cock, jangling the warning bells of imminent orgasm in Maisie Dixon's brain. He used his heated cock head to trace ovals and figure-eight designs along either side of her open vagina. The young woman felt as if she would swoon under the assault of the powerful sensations sweeping her mind and body.
Withdrawing his turgid penis from contact with Maisie's cunt, Ben Freeman sat back on his haunches to watch her anxious reaction. Her eyes snapped open as she felt the sudden emptiness and absence of his probing penile shaft. Groaning with frustrated lust, she extended both arms in unmistakable invitations, parting her thighs still farther at the same time.
"Oh, please, Ben," she implored, almost sobbing with the intensity of her passion, "please... I need you now!"
"What do you need, Maisie?" he asked, a taunting tone in his self-assured voice.
"You ... you know," she stammered, inwardly flushed with embarrassment.
"If you want it, you have to tell me!" he ordered with mock gruffness.
"I ... I... want your cock in me!!" she finally cried out, in desperation.
'That's better!" he gloated, filled with self- satisfaction.
Lowering his hips slightly, he returned his throbbing penis to contact with Maisie Dixon's palpitating young vagina. A gasping sigh of blessed relief slipped from her throat at the fulfilling reunion of their private genitals. His purplish cock head nosed demandingly against the rubbery opening of her innermost vagina, forcibly widening the narrow orifice of her cuntal canal. He slowly pressed forward with his pelvis, forcing the first swollen inch of his male shaft into the moist confines of that snug-fitting love tunnel. He let out a sigh of carnal contentment as his flaring glans was clasped and massaged by the hungry, grinding internal muscles of the black girl's pussy.
Maisie Dixon was in an agony of desire as Ben held his penis still and rigid, with only the first inch buried in her yearning little cunt. She simply had to have it all! She couldn't live another second without his thick penis filling every inch of her vaginal barrel! Her entire world was centered on her groin, and the hot, pulsing rod of flesh between her thighs. Nothing mattered beyond her need to have the full length and width of Ben Freeman's prick inside her hungry young belly.
Reaching down between her widespread thighs, Maisie Dixon grasped Ben's thick penis in her hand. Tugging frantically, as if his organ was a pump handle, she sought to draw him closer and stuff his cock deeper into her pussy. He braced his hands on the mattress, gritting his teeth as he withstood the milking manipulations of her soft hand. After long moments of almost painful self-restraint, he threw himself forward on top of the girl's heaving torso, fastening his mouth on the tip of one breast as he thrust forward mightily with his hips. His thick cock disappeared into Maisie's cunt with a wet slushing sound, and his heavy testicles swung forward to smack against the tight hemispheres of her buttocks.
Maisie Dixon's entire body stiffened into instant rigidity with the pleasurable shock of Ben Freeman's cock invading her pussy. Her internal muscles began to dilate immediately in accommodation of the white man's pole of flesh. For a full minute he kept his cock perfectly still, until Maisie longed for further friction and stimulation. And then he began to jerk his penis spasmodically, without moving his hips in the slightest, setting the nerves of her vaginal canal on edge. And then, he slowly began to withdraw his shaft from her cunt, pulling the flesh of her internal pussy along with it. It felt to Maisie as if she were being pulled inside-out. And then, suddenly, Ben slammed his hips forward, once more burying his cock to the hilt in her steaming honey-pot.
"Aaaauuuugggghhhh!!!" she cried out, "It's too big! I can't take all of it!!"
Ben Freeman did not answer, letting the driving motions of his pelvis speak for him as he once more withdrew his cock and plunged it again into the tunnel of her cunt. At the same time, his rough tongue was tormenting her captive nipple bud, provoking a storm of tingling sensations in her firm breast. The combined effect of the dual assaults upon her body sent Maisie into paroxysms of passion. She began to move her hips in a cooperative rhythm, first slowly, and then quicker as she sought to match his own lewd rhythm. Her breath came in short, panting gasps as she exerted herself in a single-minded drive toward the blissful release of orgasm.
Ben Freeman drew in deep breaths to fill his straining lungs, as he sought to pace himself in his deep fucking strokes. He was determined to exact every last instant of possible erotic sensation from the black girl writhing beneath his body. And so he matched the rising tempo of her hips, skewering his fleshy piston rod deep into the receptive chamber of her cunt. He could feel his scrotum tighten as they brushed against the dainty curls surrounding Maisie Dixon's tiny asshole. Reaching down between their driving bodies, he parted that silky hair with the probing tip of one index finger. Finding the crinkled ring of her anus, he circled it experimentally with the fingertip, noting the pleasureable reaction which raced across Maisie's perspiration-dampened face. Emboldened by this initial success, Ben probed more forcefully, working his finger into her clasping rectum up to the first knuckle. Maisie's eyes popped open with surprise, but she made no move to resist this latest invasion of her loins. Instead, she quickly covered his probing hand with one of hers, forcing the finger ever deeper into her once-virginal asshole, all the while mewling out little cries of sensual pleasure as she did so.
"Oh, yes!" she wept, grinding her hips in a syncopated rhythm to accommodate both finger and cock at the same time, "Stick your finger in my asshole! Harder!!"
Her lewd commands urged Ben Freeman on to even greater liberties with her body, and he buried his finger to the hilt with one powerful thrust. Maisie cried out briefly, then resumed her fucking undulations as her passion steadily mounted. Ben's teeth and tongue flitted rapidly from one straining nipple to the other and back again, leaving wet trails of nibbling kisses across her chest while her belly received his driving thrusts. She brought her thighs down to encircle the man's pumping hips, tightening her grip as she sought to hold his long cock within the confines of her pussy. She locked her ankles behind his ass, her heels digging into his buttocks to accentuate their mutual fucking tempo.
The dual invasion of Maisie Dixon's loins was driving her inexorably on toward her own eagerly awaited orgasm. Ben Freeman's pistoning cock made chafing contact with her swollen clitoris, sending electric jolts of ecstasy to her extremities with each and every pelvic stroke. Probing her rubbery asshole with his finger, Ben could clearly feel his own cock sliding in and out of Maisie's pussy, separated from his hand only by a flimsy wall of delicate tissue. The strangely perverse sensation provoked Ben to an even more violent fucking of the black girl's hungry pussy, slamming his pelvis against her pubic bone even as his palm slapped wetly against her asscheeks.
Maisie could feel the first pre-orgasmic tremors beginning in the pit of her heaving belly as Ben's double-fucking reached a fever pitch of speed and forcefulness. She began to stretch herself, pushing against his hips with her thighs as she arched her back, much like a cat enjoying being petted. Her fingernails dug into the knotted muscles of Ben Freeman's broad shoulders and she gritted her teeth in a veritable agony of erotic anticipation. Her asscheeks were tense into twin knots of quivering muscle as they bounced rapidly off the firm mattress of the king-sized bed.
Ben Freeman's sliding cock produced ever greater volumes of seminal lubrication as it slipped quickly in and out of the black girl's juicy cunt. His viscous cum mingled wetly with Maisie's own female secretions while his pummeling penis hammered at her genital flesh. The broad tip of his cock head butted firmly against the sensitive mouth of the young woman's cervix with every cunt-splitting thrust, scooting her plump ass along the mattress a fraction of an inch at a time. Her brown little heels drummed against Ben's taut asscheeks, beating out a tattoo of unrestrained passion as Maisie surrendered every fiber of her being to the wild fucking she was receiving. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her head flailed from side to side in her ecstasy.
The young klansman was totally lost in the crazy sensations wracking his muscular torso. He winced as Maisie Dixon's fingernails dug tiny livid furrows across the milky-white flesh of his back and shoulders, but the momentary discomfort was immediately submerged in the tidal wave of ecstasy radiating from his groin. It felt as if his entire cock was caught in the grip of a strong hand in a velvet glove, and that hand was milking his penis inexorably toward orgasm. Raising himself up on both hands, he glanced down the length of Maisie's brown torso to where their bodies were joined at the crotch. He was enthralled at the sight of their pubic curls mingling every time he thrust into her pussy. The enf lamed pink flesh of his penile shaft stood out in sharp contrast to the mahogany hues of the girl's own body.
Inspired by the lewd sight of their torsos joined in sensuous fucking, Ben Freeman redoubled his efforts and the pace of his skewering thrusts. Maisie felt herself slipping over the fine line which divides sexual frustration and total fulfillment. The nagging pre-orgasmic tingle in her pumping loins exploded into a sensual fireball, which rapidly hurtled up her spine to the base of her skull, exploding there in glorious multi-colored pinwheels.
"OOOHHH GGGOOODDD!!!" she wailed at the top of her lungs, lost in erotic reverie, "III'MMM CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!
Her cuntal convulsions caused the muscles of her vaginal channel to seize Ben Freeman's penis in a grip of steel. He gasped aloud as the tight sheath pulled relentlessly at his pulsing organ, coaxing the hot flood of semen from the churning pit of his balls as he labored above her sweating body. Finally, as if someone had thrown a master switch in the sexual control center of his brain, something snapped inside of him, and suddenly he was embarked on the endless roller-coaster ride of climax, pitching and rolling as he gave himself over totally to the shattering release flooding his senses.
"SHIT! FUCK!!" he called out in his sweet suffering, "YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! CHRIST!! AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"
The boiling stream of cum spurted forth from the slit in his swollen glans, splattering the mouth of Maisie Dixon's cervix with burning droplets of the viscous fluid. The searing impact of his semen upon the innermost portions of her body drove Maisie instantly into the throes of an unprecedented second orgasm, even more powerful and mind-blowing than the first.
"Wha ... what? ... What's happening to me??" she moaned breathlessly as the second orgasmic explosion overtook her mind and body. "I'M CCCC-UUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNG I'M CUMING! AAAAAAGGGGGGGAAAAAA-IIIIIINNNNN!!!!"
Her body writhed and pitched beneath Ben's like a sleek bronco's, challenging him to cling until the conclusion of the tumultuous ride. Seconds blurred into minutes, and minutes into eternities, as their quivering bodies strained against one another in a rigidity approaching rigor mortis. Finally, both spent, they collapsed together in a perspiring heap of exhaustion across the rumpled bed. Maisie Dixon could feel Ben Freeman's cock, already shriveling inside her relaxed cunt, and the crawly flood of his semen seeping from between her pussy lips to dampen the bedspread. The creeping wetness and cold set off tiny shivers throughout her torso, in miniscule imitation of the orgasmic hurricane she had just experienced.
When he had gathered his breath and his senses, Ben Freeman slowly rolled off of Maisie's panting body and rose to his feet beside the bed. Glancing at the gleaming body of the black girl he had just fucked, he began dressing slowly in his work shirt and denim trousers. When he spoke at last, it was with obvious reluctance to disturb her resting.
"Th ... thank you," he muttered, clearly unused to addressing those words to any person of another race.
"Thank you ... Ben," Maisie responded, smiling gently as she spoke his name, her face assuring her, that everything was understood, all questions answered.
"We have to see about getting you out of town before the other boys come a'lookin' " he said, his voice echoing a very real concern for the girl's well-being.
"What can we do?" she asked timidly, reluctant to let the memories of her danger intrude on this little world of unexpected happiness.
"I'll take you to the bus station," he answered. "There's still time to make the midnight bus north if we get a move on."
Maisie knew that he was right. Her only chance of immediate survival lay in escape. She must put Serenity and Brown County behind her as quickly as possible, or else risk falling into the merciless hands of the klansmen once again.
Rising from Ben Freeman's bed reluctantly, Maisie kissed her young savior lightly on the lips, and began dressing in silence.
* * *
The Serenity bus station was dimly lighted at that hour of the night, and Ben Freeman led Maisie into the waiting room unobserved. The balding clerk at the ticket window raised his eyebrows at the sight of the interracial couple, casting a dubious glance at Ben as he ordered the ticket.
"You know this is a segregated station, mister?" he inquired gruffly. "Niggers got to wait on the bench outside."
"This is serious business!" Ben snapped in reply, flashing his Klan membership card before the older man's startled eyes. "I got no time for bullshit, grandpa! Jack Peters wants this gal outta town, and I mean right now!"
At that, the ticket clerk was silent, lowering his eyes as he finished punching out the tickets to Freeman's order.
The dirty bus was waiting when they stepped out of the station into the night. As they stood beside the gray metal monster, Maisie Dixon turned to Ben Freeman with tears in the corners of her eyes.
"I ... I ... don't know how to thank you," she stammered, "for ... saving my life, I mean."
"No thanks asked or needed, ma'am," he replied, a faint smile playing across his solemn and youthful face.
"Well," she sighed, glancing toward the bus, and the impatient driver framed in the doorway, "I guess this is goodbye."
"More like hello, Maisie," he answered with a broadening grin, as he plucked a second bus ticket from his jacket and held it up before her eyes.
"You mean ... you're going along with me?" she asked incredulously, unable to believe her new good fortune.
"It appears I got no choice," he said. "Nobody crosses Jack Peterson in this county and lives long to boast about it. It's time I was movin' along."
"But ... won't they come after us?" she asked fearfully.
"Maybe," he conceded, "but Peters is a big fish in a little pond down here, and he ain't got all that many friends anywhere else ... in or out of the Klan. Besides, by the time they get through huntin' around for the two of us, we should be well beyond his stretch."
"Ben," she spoke hesitantly now, carefully choosing her every word, "about... what happened ... in your bedroom ..."
"We needed each other than, Maisie," he put in, "and we still do. When we get north... well... why don't we just wait and see?"
And so saying, he took her by the arm and led her onto the waiting bus. The driver glared briefly as they sat down in the same seat together, but one clear glance at the determination on Ben Freeman's young face convinced him to mind his own business.
He started the engine, and pointed his vehicle toward the city limits of Serenity.
Relaxing in the double seat beside Ben, Maisie Dixon's mind was assailed by a storm of thoughts as she watched the little town disappear a block at a time. She was heading north into the unknown, but it mattered little, for she knew what she was leaving behind: an evil climate heavy with bigotry, fear, and suspicion. Nothing that lay ahead could be any worse. And what of her new-found white lover, dozing in the seat beside her? If things worked out, so be it! And if not? Well, they were both young, in a world of young ideas, and if she gained nothing more from her relationship with young Ben Freeman, she had at least learned an important lesson regarding white people. Not all were of the same low, evil class as Jack Peters and his leering followers. A world of new, bright people and dreams lay ahead of Maisie. Her long night of terror had ended, and a bright new future had just begun!