The Klansman's Daughter, Part1 by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~ Preface: I want to apologize in advance to anyone this story may offend. I loathe the use of racial epithets, especially the *N* word and never use it as it's demeaning and the social connotation is unacceptable in today's world. With that said, the story deals with the KKK and to be true to the story line, racial slurs had to be used, but I tried to keep them to a minimum. If you feel as though you'd rather not be exposed to racial bigotry, please skip this story. The Klansman's Daughter was derived from a suggestion from a reader who asked to read a story about an interracial couple caught having sex by a group of white guys and the girl is taught a lesson about mixing the races. ~~~ "Hey Carla, we're still on for tonight, right?" the tall, dark senior asked towering over her, leaning against the adjacent lockers. Glancing around she leaned forward and whispered. "Jamal, what are you doing, you know you can't talk to me in the halls! Someone might see," she added closing her locker, turning and hurrying away. Jamal's mouth dropped open watching the little raven-haired beauty walking off. "Sweet ass, huh?" he heard the familiar voice approaching from behind. "Hey Marcus, waddup man?" he asked slapping his palm to shake hands. "I hear you gotta date with Carla, that's tight, man," he stated watching the shapely teen with a smile until she disappeared around the corner. "Yea, tonight. That's what I was trying to talk to her about but she dissed me." "Don't worry `bout it man. Home girl's like that. You gunna hit that shit good tonight though, I'm sayin'!" "Man, you know it," he added with a smirk. "What's her story anyway?" "Whatcha mean?" "She only fucks black guys or something?" . "Yea, something like that," he chuckled groping his groin. "You're new here so I'll give you the low down on the little honey. Her daddy's some kinda big-ass bigot and she thinks it's her life's mission to make it up to all the black guys by giving them pussy." Both joined in for a laugh. "Man, he can be the biggest bigot in the world as long as she keeps spreading those legs for the brothas," Jamal added slapping his hand to his friend's once again. "I know that's true," Marcus said turning to leave as the bell sounded. "Say homie, we playin b~ball this weekend right?" "Yea, call me later, we'll hook up. I'll let you know how it goes with Carla." Marcus fought to contain his laughter. "Man you don't gotta tell me shit `bout what's gunna happen. I already know. Same shit she do every date. I've tapped that pussy more times then I can remember and I ain't the only one." "Cool man, holla." ******* "Will, you're going to the meeting tonight, right?" James asked his brother rhetorically on the phone. "Of course. I wouldn't miss it for anything." "Great. We've got a few new pledges. You know Kyle's pledging." "Already? Damn where has the time gone? My little nephew is all grown up now, huh." "Yea, turned 13 last month. Ben will be 15 next month and he's looking forward to taking his little brother under his wings. Show him how to be a true Klansman." "I'm glad to hear that. We don't want our kids associating with those people. They need to learn their place or go back to Africa." "Yea, but Jacob can't help being around them. He's on the basketball team and all they got are those niggers. Best part is that he's got a good shot at getting a basketball scholarship to Cal State next year and will be moving away from them." "A scholarship, huh? That would be great! College is so expensive." "Don't I know it?" "Hey, speaking of birthdays, don't forget Carla's sweet 16 is in two weeks." "Oh, damn, I already forgot. I'll have Judy pick something up for her." "How could you forget? Connie's been driving me crazy about it for months." "Well what do you expect? It's your oldest daughter's special day and she only turns 16 once." "Yea, whatever. Just consider yourself lucky to have three boys. I've got two girls and Becky's already 14. It won't be much longer before I'll be going through this shit all over again." "You're the one who should consider himself lucky. You have two beautiful, out going daughters who one day will be adding new babies to the Klan family. They'll make fine wives for some lucky bastard." "Okay, I can't argue with you about that," Will laughed. "Stan's got a son a few years older than Carla. Maybe you should talk to him about fixing them up. He'd make a great husband and will probably follow in his father's footsteps." "I'm actually a little concerned about Carla. She never seems to talk about boys and not once brought one home for us to meet. That's not normal for a girl her age." "Do you think she's a dyke?" "HELL NO! My little girl would never put her lips on another girl. Ever!" "Okay, settle down, I didn't mean to rattle your cage." "You didn't. I just don't like the idea of one of my girls doing something she knows will anger me." "Its okay, Will, you've raised them right. They know right from wrong. Do you want me to pick you up?" "Naw, Stan's already offered me a ride and you know how he can be." "Yea, don't want to piss off the Grand Wizard." "You've got that right. I got to go now, but I'll see you tonight out at the lake." Will hung up, picking up the family picture from his desk. "Where has the time gone?" he mumbled to himself. "It seems just like yesterday my girls were playing with dolls and arguing like only sisters could." He sighed, returning the picture to his desk. **** Carla was like Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when he met her at the 7-Eleven a few blocks from her house. At school she wouldn't give him the time of day and now she's all over him like stink on shit. She left her seatbelt off so that she could sit closer to him and pulled his arm around her shoulders. He flinched when he felt her hand on his leg just a few inches below his crotch. "So, uh, Carla, hum, what would, huh you like to do?" he asked feeling her hand creeping closer toward his cock. He's only been at Ridge Mount High for about two weeks and has already heard some crazy-ass stories about this kinky white girl. "Hummm, I dunno, Jamal, what would you like to do?" she asked running her finger along his leg from his knee all the way to the bulge in his jeans. "I'm up for *anything* she whispered a breathy response smiling. He swallowed hard. He had his doubts about what the guys were saying about her, but seeing her like this, he had to wonder if they were true. Even the one where they say she fucked the entire basketball team all night long when they won the playoffs last year. Well, all but the two white boys. Her pussy's only for black cocks. "Want to grab something to eat and then...?" he began but stopped as she clutched his crotch. "I just grabbed what I want to eat," she giggled squeezing it one more time. "I know a place to go, just down the road a little. It's an old farm road and no body goes out that way. It will be just the two of us alone and you can do anything you want to me," she moaned craning her head to lick the side of his neck. "ANYTHING," she repeated with a grunt. `Damn, this white girl *is* a freak,' he thought wiping the slobber with the back of his hand. "It's just a little further up on the right, start slowing down," she urged, sitting up to see where he was going but keeping close to him. She really enjoyed his scent. Wild and musky like a real man, not a wimpy white-boy smell. ***** "We're gunna to be late!" Wendell called out from the second row of the van. "Just sit back and shut the fuck up!" Jerry called back turning onto the highway. They had to pick up the last two members just outside the city limits and the five of them were heading out to the lake. It was getting dark and they needed to be there before the sun went down or miss the bon fire ceremony. "This is a special meetin'," Carl said from the passenger seat. "All the members and future members will be there and we're expecting a huge turn out." "I heard there's `posed to be like several big wigs there too," Wendell added. "Yea, and the Imperial Wizard too," Terry said. "I can get there faster if ya'll just shut the fuck up and let me drive. All that talkin' is distracting!" "HOL~Y SHIT!" Carl cried out turning his head to watch the sports car passing in the opposite direction. "Did ya'll see that?" "No, what?" the trio in back chimed almost in unison. "That car that just passed. Had a nigga boy with a white girl all over him. I swear they were kissing and shit!" "No way!" Wendell yelled out trying to see out of the back window. "I'm serious. A nigger and a white girl!" "I'll bet they're heading out to old Johnson's farm. I hear that's a hot spot where the kids make out now-a-days," Robert added. "I heard that too. A lotta coons take white girls out there for sex." "EEewwww, that's just gross. A white girl and a nigga?" "I'm turning around," Jerry called out. "Hold on." The van slowed enough to make a sharp turn, nearly flipping the van over. He floored it trying to catch up with the bright yellow sports car that passed only moments ago. With the winding roads and occasional hill, they lost the car, but Robert knew the turn off for the old farm road. They slowed, narrowly missing the small bridge leading into the wooded area. The high grass slapped at the bumper and undercarriage as they followed the beaten path deeper into the woods. ***** "Oh, yessssssss," Carla sighed, feeling Jamal's full lips suckling her exposed breasts. The unhooked was pulled to her neck with her button-down shirt wide, allowing him full access to her perky, B~cup tits. The rosy nipples were erect, swollen with excitement and felt like small pebbles inside his mouth. His hand slithered between her parted legs, contacting the bare skin at the union between her legs. She wasn't wearing panties. They moaned together as his finger found its way into her hot, juicy slot. She was very wet and pulled his head closer to her chest as a second finger slowly wormed its way in. She reached for his cock, feeling the hardened member snaking down his pants leg and squeezed it. He was so long and so hard. It will feel great inside of her. She moaned at the thought, pulling his face away from he chest. "I want your cock!" she panted, not removing her hand from her leg. "Take it out. I want it so badly." She watched as he struggled to remove his pants, freeing his engorged rod that flopped about, as his pants were pulled lower. Her eyes widened, her lips creased into a smile as it came into view. "DAMN," was all she could say reaching for it. He was really big. Not the biggest she's ever had, but very close. Leaning over the center console, she took him into her mouth, eliciting a groan as it touched the back of her throat. Reclining his seat, he moved her hair to watch as her head began to bob back and forth, taking his cock deeper with each forward thrust. He moaned again as she began her attempt to take him all the way. If it wasn't so thick, she could have taken eight inches easily, but she was struggling to get six inches past her lips. He's a little too thick and much too long, to get the head into her throat. She could hear a garbled sound coming from somewhere as the head of his cock made a brief turn at the top of her throat and sank slightly inside. Grabbing his dangling sack, she began stroking his balls as his hand went behind her head to guide her mouth further down his cock. He grunted, she sighed but neither heard as the men approached the car. "Lookie what we got here," Carl called out swinging the driver's door opened. The startled lovers jumped, each struggling to redress. "That ain't gunna help none," Wendell said opening the passenger door. Reaching inside the car, Carl and Robert grabbed Jamal, pulling him from the car. Unable to stand with his pants around his knees, he stumbled as Jerry's foot made contact with his right side. Wendell pulled the screaming Carla, yanking her from car and into the arms of the chuckling Terry. He hugged her tightly, pulling her closer, snickering as his hands grabbed her ass. "What are you doing?" Wendell yelled noticing how Terry had his hands all over her. "This whore is dirty, don't pollute yourself like that!" "She's very pretty. I think we should have a little fun with her." The loud grunt and shouting coming from the other side of the car drew his attention away from the struggling young girl. Wendell went around seeing the other three men punching and kicking the black teen who had been caught screwing around with one of their own. Carla was sobbing, begging them to stop hitting him, which only infuriated them further. Why is this *WHITE* girl defending a porch monkey? As Jamal's movements slowed, the men backed away, examining their work. He was balled up, legs pulled to his chest, his arms and hands protecting his head and face. Bruised and bloody, they stood sneering at him, proud of what they had done. Another nigger has been put in his place. The loud shriek had everyone turning to see Jerry pushing the girl over the hood of the car, attempting to rip her half-buttoned shirt opened. "Leave that whore alone!" Jerry called out heading around the car. "We do not fuck white whores who have been blackened! Our cocks will never contact a place where a nigger cock has already been." "I think we should fuck her anyway, teach her a lesson," he called out discovering her lack of panties. "You know, bring her back from the blackies." "There isn't time for that; we're already late for the meeting. Let's go, leave the white slut alone." "Wait a minute," Terry interjected. He's got a point. Maybe she's into niggers `cause she ain't never had no white cock. You know what they say, `once you go white, you know its right,'" he added. "We don't take sloppy seconds to niggers!" "Then let's clean her, wash out all that nasty nigger cum and fill her with the right stuff. Flood her pussy with so much cum she'll forget all about the niggers." "How `bout we take her with us, talk to Stan and see what he wants to do with her? He'll probably want to make an example of her, maybe hang her from a tree ass-naked during out meeting. She'll be so embarrassed she won't never do shit like this again." "Yea, we're late any way so let's just take her with us." "What `bout the nigger?" "Leave `em. Let him think `bout what he did and what will happen if he ever tries this again. He'll tell all the other niggers about what happened to him and they'll forget messin' `round with white girls," Carl said landing the tip of his shoe against the beaten teen's side one last time. Jamal watched through a swollen eye as the five men pulled the struggling Carla toward a van. He wanted to help her, but knew he'd better not. There were too many of them and in his condition, he wouldn't stand a chance. He waited until the van was out of sight before pulling himself up. He needed to get out of there just in case they decided to come for him to make an example of him as well. ~ end of part 1 Let me know your thoughts... wetfly6969@aol.com