The Klansman's Daughter, Part1

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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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.

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"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 

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