Captain Swing (Lost and Returned Story)
Authorized translation of Mark Desadov

These are 5 stories told by Jim Longer to his neighbor in the Burn Center before dying. While hunting for another victim, Jim was captured by her father. Then the Ku Klux Klan, associated Jim bonfire. Well, the police, as always, arrived late, although Jim was still alive.
So,

One early evening, tired of swearing with my cobra, I went out for a walk. She and I got out, and the cries of our five children (and I still have 11 from other women). Recently, I thought about the fact that it would be necessary to disperse a little blood. Maybe I'm not too smart, or too successful, or too handsome, but for sure I have one thing that turns out well, it's making offspring. Black people have always been different, and I am even more than others. As soon as I get to the right place and finish, babies always come out of my semen.

It was already dark. The legs themselves brought me to high school. I was walking along the path behind the open stand and just threw a cigarette, as I noticed in the distance a white girl of 18, had just left the gym. She was wearing a sports school uniform - a short skirt and a sweater. I thought she would go to the parking lot, but instead the girl moved across the football field. Apparently, she was going to go along the path starting behind the open stand.

I watched her. Actually, I do not like white people, and white sluts in particular. I think women are good only for one thing - to give birth and bring up babies. And here is such a secular white bitch. Has grown, probably, in good white family, will go then in institute, will leave for any white guy. They will live in a good suburb, will buy several luxury cars, and I am sure they will not look at me. I love to put such bastards in place. And there is a good way to do this.

I noticed that the place was perfect - it was empty and dark. There was no one around. Only on the nearest highway there was traffic, no more sounds. And then only me and this teenager in a short skirt. My big black dick started to rise. I smiled, well, the show is about to begin.

I ran down the path to the back of the stands, where the girl should have been in a couple of seconds, disappeared behind a tree and took out a knife (I always carry at least one). I watched her closely from behind the tree — she turned and went straight towards me.
This bitch was of medium height, with long dark hair. Very pretty, with a special innocent look, which happens only with very young white girls. She was wearing such a thick sweater that nothing could be seen under it, but from the short white skirt beautiful slender legs stuck out. She may have been very young, but judging by her legs, she was quite ripe. My dick rose, hardened and became super as I watched as this naive fool walked right towards me and her hips move so elegantly.

She came closer. I was still behind my tree, she did not see me, and passed by. She carried a small satchel, were in it, for sure, only books and notebooks with homework. Her dark hair was long and thick, she was tied at the back with a pink satin ribbon.
Snarling, I jumped at her. He jumped like an animal, immediately covered her mouth with his palm and threw it on the ground. She screamed shrilly, and I climbed on her and brought the knife to her throat. For the first time I saw her face closely. She was really pretty, with big brown eyes, a small offended mouth and high cheekbones with a few freckles scattered on them. The bitch looked at me frightened and screamed again. I slapped her cheek and moved the knife so that she could see it.
“Shut up, whore,” I growled at her.
“Please, mister, don't cut me,” the girl whimpered.
She fought under me, I felt her body, and this led my dick to insanity. Once again I firmly slapped her cheek and twisted my arms behind my back:

- Shut up, white bitch, and you will get more! No sound! You'll do exactly what I say, or you'll stab, okay?
She muttered something pleadingly, but stopped fighting and nodded her head. She looked at me completely helpless. I felt the gentle smell of her perfume and the gentle curves of a girl's body, breathed heavily, and in my shorts a member was pounding. But I already had a rich experience of such communication with white chicks, so I knew my business firmly.

I put my hand under her skirt, grabbed her panties and put fingers into them. She squealed and roared again. We started to fight again, I love it very much. I pulled her panties down and tried to remove them. But she broke free, managed to jump and tried to run. I grabbed her again and threw her to the ground. Then he climbed under the skirt again, ripped off her panties and threw them somewhere to the side. The girl screamed "NO!" And began to resist even more intensely. I was even surprised how strong this little bitch was. It took me all the strength to keep pressing it down and at the same time trying to get a member. But this struggle only aroused me, and the organ seems to have never been so long and hard.

Finally, I pulled it out of my pants. Her eyes widened in horror, because in the moonlight bitch saw the beauty and size of my nigger boyfriend. She already understood what would happen next, her eyes blazed with hatred. Maybe she did not like black? Well, nothing, as soon as I finish with her, she actually gets to know our work. And most importantly, will contribute to the increase in the black race.
I jerked up her little skirt. At first she tried to resist, but I quickly lifted up the skirt much higher than the waist. Because of this, however, I could not easily take off her sweater, but I really wanted to see the fluttering of her young white boobs, I always love to watch it. Come on, you can not have everything at once, I can do it with the next bitch.

With all the weight, I crushed her, lay down comfortably, and finally felt my hot black dick touch her soft, cool feet for the first time. Better than crack, better than whiskey! I barely restrained myself, so as not to immediately finish! She, of course, strained and squeezed her hips as soon as she felt my hungry cock trying to pierce it. This little bitch didn't want to make my job easier.
- What is the matter, whore? You don't want a black seed? Too good for that?
I put my hands down between her thighs and tried to push them apart. The skin on the inside of the thighs was so soft and silky that I could not resist, stroked and then pinched. She screamed in pain.
For several minutes we struggled, I tried to stretch her legs with my hands and knees. Finally, I managed it, and I pushed the organ to its crack. I pressed, but she, writhing, raised herself a few inches, so I missed. We repeated it several times, and gradually I still completely parted and squeezed her hips.

And finally, I'm at her gate! The bitch is already tired and just screaming, not screaming. I watched with pleasure as her body was spinning in the dirt, like her long black hair, which was thrown open with a wide fan, sticks garbage, spitting and cigarette butts. And then I discovered what I was hoping for: she was a virgin. If it were a black girl, no less than fifty guys would have already passed through her, and she would have at least a couple of children. But these white whores are too good for this, and the white guys are slow and indecisive shit. That's why any white ever wants to be black. One way or another, I was going to be the first at this bitch.
She strained with all her strength, but I continued to slowly press into her ...

- God, no! No ... no ... - she gasped and tried, curving herself, to free herself from me, and I continued to hold onto her and again and again, more intensively and intensively moved into her insides.Her eyes looked straight into mine, her small mouth wrinkled into a grimace, because on my face she saw only animal lust. The girl was disgusted, I knew it, but it was shit. I was going to be who I am, ...