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Tammi's heart was in her throat--it was Clyde!  She resisted her first impulse
to run to his side.  Clyde looked frightened, his eyes large and white, darting
from side to side as looking for a friendly face.  A trickle of blood seeped
from the corner of his mouth and he had a large knot on his forehead.  His
tank-top shirt was ripped, displaying his rippled muscles.
"Bring the nigga forward!" commanded Mike from the platform. Clyde was lifted
off his feet by the two rednecks and dragged over the grass to the foot of the
platform.  Tammi felt the tears welling in her wide eyes.  Surely they were
only going to scare the poor boy and let him go.  They had not had a proper
lynching in her county since 1954, but they had never brought a captive black
to one of the meetings before.
Mike hunkered down on the platform and looked at the prostrate black man.  He
spoke in an almost gentle, friendly voice.  "You know who we are, boy?"
"Yessuh, Ise knows.  You be the Klan!" Clyde replied, his head bobbing like one
of those statues you put in the rear window of your Ford.
Mike reached down and rubbed Clyde's short Afro paternally.  "Well, yo' the one
that I heard wuz lookin' at my wife at the feed store today.  Y'know what we do
'round heah with niggers that lookit white women?  D'ya, huh?  We HANG 'EM!"
The crowd cheered and surged forward, grabbing the hapless black man with a
dozen hands and hoisting him over their peaked hoods.  Tammi felt her knees
give way and would have fallen to the ground if she had not been swept along
with the press of the crowd.  The mod surged like a wave carrying Clyde like a
surf board until it reached an old oak tree at the edge of the clearing.  
Someone produced a hemp rope which was thrown over a suitable limb.  Clyde was
wild with fear. He struggled and twisted against the ropes wrapped around his
legs, arms and chest, but to no avail.  A roughly-made nose was shoved over his
ducking head and he was hoisted onto the shoulders of two of the tallest
Klansmen.
The mind is a strange thing.  Different emotions can evoke different reactions.
 For reasons not fully understood Clyde's panic brought about an unexpected
reaction.  His fear cross-circuited in his brain and loosed a rush of
testosterone.  The result was a massive erection that tented his ripped, loose
slacks.  
"Gawddamn!" cried one Klansmen.  "He's got a cock as big as a cotton mouth!" 
There was rough masculine laughter at this.  Some woman exclaimed, "My lawd!"
Tammi felt her pussy swelling and moistening in spite of the situation.  It was
as if her body craved the huge cock now but had no empirical understanding of
the circumstance.  It was a primitive, animal reaction.
Mike tapped Clyde's trapped woodie with the barrel of his shotgun.  "Look at
it! This fella wanted to stick that thang in our womanfolk!  No gawd-fearing
Christian woman could let somethin' like that into her delicate body!  This
heah is the dong of a savage! The weapon of satan!"
Tammi could take no more.  She stomped hard on Mike's instep with the heel of
her boot.  As he howled and hopped about she took his pump 12-gauge shotgun and
loosed a round into the air over the head of the crowd. Training the muzzle on
the mob and pulled off her pointed hat.
"Now y'all listen t'me!" she growled in her squeaky feminine voice.  "Billy and
Marky, you let that boy down now gentle-lyke."
"Shoot, missus Buckner, we weren't gonna hurt 'em.  We wuz jist gonna scare 'em
good fer lookin' at a white woman..."
Tammi cradled the butt of the shotgun in the crook of her arm, her finger still
on the trigger, and gathered up the hem of her robe with her free hand.  The
crowd gasped as the torch light revealed her flat belly and the thick forest of
blond pubic hair at the juncture of her legs.
"That boy did more'n lookit a white woman.  He stuck that big black pole of his
in my white pussy....an' Ah enjoyed it!"
An older Klanswoman fainted dead away.  One fat man gripped his chest and had
to be supported by the others.  Mike had stopped hopping and was standing
motionless, dumb struck.
"Mike, Ah hates t' do this to you, but this here colored boy made me feel
things Ah nevah felt before.  Ah don't think Ah could evah lay with a white man
after being pronged by that there horse cock."
She flung off her robe and stood before the crown in defiant nakedness.   
Billy and Marky had sat Clyde on his feet and had cut his bindings.  He rushed
to Tammi's side on wobbly legs, his erection snaking down one pant leg.
Tammi and Clyde got into Mike's pickup while she kept the gun pointed at the
motionless mob.
"Don't you try 'an' find me, Mike.  You go an' find yerself a good woman who
isn't too partic'lar about the size of a man's organ."
The pickup sped off in a cloud of red dust. 
Tammi awoke the next morning in a motel in Indiana.  They had stopped by her
trailer, quickly gathered her belongings and had left town just ahead of a
caravan of angry Klansmen.  They had driven all night until they reached the
Indiana state line and used what little cash they had to rent a motel room. 
Too tired to fuck, the two had fallen asleep in each other's arms.
Now, feeling truly free for the first time in her life, Tammi sat up and
stretched her naked body.  She stared lovingly at Clyde's still hard cock.  He
had not lost his fear-induced hard on all night.  His face was serine in sleep,
almost childlike.  Tammi gently laid her head on his hard belly and silently
worshipped his towering cock that pointed at the ceiling fan like an Atlas V
rocket.  
At last she could stand the longing in her cunt no longer.  She rose on her
knees and straddled the boy.  Tilting his cock forward and aiming it at her
lust-swollen twat.  
She didn't want to wake him.  She slowly, slowly slid down the ebony pole,
resting the palms of her hands on his chest.  She tilted her head back fully
and closed her eyes, relishing the unbelievable ecstasy she felt in her vagina.
 She felt that her cunt was the center of the universe and all else was
nonsense.   
She slid down until his cock would fit no more, then pressed harder downward,
trying to stretch her womb to take him all.  She rose slowly, then sunk down,
repeating the action over and over again.  She had to bite her lower lip to
keep from crying out with pleasure.
Clyde's hips began to rise and sink with her motion.  His eyes fluttered then
opened, her full, ripe breasts filling his vision.  He spread his thighs to
accommodate his swelling balls and felt her juice leaking down his throbbing
cock.
Tammi opened her eyes when she felt his work-hardened hands cup her shapely
ass, lifting her in time with her strokes.  Tammi rose from her knees and
placed her feet on either side of his waist, her elbows between her own knees,
and picked up the pace of her movements.  Clyde dug his heels into the mattress
and began lifting his ass off the bed with each of Tammi's down strokes,
meeting her cunt with a thrust that sent sparks to her brain.
Tammi would move her pelvis is a circular fashion on each down stroke and they
both knew they were dangerously near an explosive climax.  Clyde's big balls
drew up in a tight knot against the base of his shiny cock and he could feel
the cum churning through the tubes that lead to the head of his penis.  Tammi's
eyes were wide open and focused on eternity and, her tongue sticking out of her
mouth.  Their movements became ragged, uneven.
Suddenly, Clyde dug his heels in hard and lifted his ass, and Tammi, clean off
the bed.  He had to dig his fingers into her ass to hold her on his cock to
keep her from flying over his head.   
"Oh yass!  Oh yass!  Fuck me!  Fuck me you lovely black nigger!!!!" Tammi
wailed uncontrollably.
Each pulse of his spasming cock sent a full ounce of pecker snot deeper into
her womb that she had ever felt.  He began fucking her up and down so hard that
her tits were swinging up and down and hitting her on her chin.  It was like
riding a bucking bronco and the girl had to lean forward, mashing her udders
onto his chest and locking her arms around his thick neck to keep from being
thrown off.
At last, they lay still, gasping for air, their sweat-slick bodies entwined.
They fucked three more times that day before moving on to the west and to their
new lives together.

I welcome any comments or suggestions  Zifferman@AOL.COM


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