“Be dammed. You want it, don’t you.”
I kept my mouth shut.
“Dangle, I’m gonna cut that clothesline and count to ten. Your naked ass still on that bed, ain’t gonna be no painted shaft up your crack. Gonna be the real thing.
He cut the cord and started counting. I stayed where I was.
Next thing I know, he crawled between my legs, and I let out a squall that lifted the tin roof. He didn’t do no foreplay or nothing; he just parted my cheeks with his big hands and lunged. My butt was on fire! My bowels was probed, man! f****d! Violated! Plumbed by a big rod of red-hot steel. He shoved again, and the rest of it went up my ass. I couldn’t help it, I wiggled my body out of sheer pain, but all it done was get his mind offa hurting and onto f*****g. He settled down to rocking and rolling. And th
