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			Southern Kinfolk  

			    Part one

			   By Reavan



Stepping off the bus, I waited for the driver to open the baggage 
compartment. A young Asian woman approached me, flashing a smiling 
expression of recognition. 

"You Sean boy, come Chicago; OK?" I nodded inquisitively, having 
expected my great aunt.

"Yeah, I'm Sean all right. Who are you?"

"Oh, I Sona, hired man wife; he in truck." Pronouncing truck with 
an f, she pointed at a vintage Chevy half-ton across the street. 
The driver tipped up the baggage door and I found my bags. Sona 
grasped both of them, grinning from ear to ear and headed for the 
truck. 

"I can get that my self Sona, here let me...!" 

"No no, my job she laughed, I do." She swung them easily into the 
back of the truck when we got there and then opened the door for 
me."

"Howdy boy, hop on in." I was looking at a typical redneck at the 
wheel, with a can of beer in one hand. He appeared to about forty, 
sort of good looking, sporting a brushcut over a friendly cherubic 
face. 

"Shouldn't your wife get in first?" I asked politely.

"Nah, ya'll git in now " I did and Sona crowded in behind me, 
slamming the door. He turned on the engine and let out the clutch, 
jerking us down the road with a muffler-less roar. Ah's Paul he 
yelled, that's my Jap wife Sona. Got her in one of them there mail 
bride things. Them Japs got better attitudes you know, American 
womens got too much mouth. This one's A-OK, nice looking too, 
ain't she?"

"Very nice" I yelled, looking at her as she beamed us a flattered 
smile.

"I not Japanese," she cooed, "Husband like word Jap. I love 
husband. Jap is love word to he."

"She's a good fuck too; that's number one in a woman. Got a 
girlfriend back in Chicago?"

"Well no; no girlfriend," I answered, taken aback by his frank 
remark.

"I guess with loosing your parents and all, that was tough boy. 
Your auntie will look to your ass now." I nodded wondering what 
kind of a life I would have in the Deep South and way out in the 
sticks to boot.

"You nice boy looking, no girl friend, why?" Sona cooed, shaking 
her head sympathetically while stroking my forearm gently.

"Well with all that's happened and then I'm only sixteen." 

"Sixteen, don't tell me you's still a virgin boy? Paul laughed."

"Well I..., I guess you can say that."

"You whack off then?' I blushed and stared at the highway. He 
roared with laugher. "Show him your tits Jappie." My eyes nearly 
popped out of their sockets as she whipped up her tee shirt, her 
face beaming with pride.

"Look big titty," she said. "Big like white girl. Stand up good, 
no got bra." She shook her head for emphasis, then inhaling deeply 
expanded her chest and shook her body making them jiggle. She 
looked at me quizzically as if she was waiting for my approval.

"Go on feel her tits boy; go ahead, "Paul said.  When I didn't 
react she grasped my hand and placed it on one tit, smiling 
cheerfully.

"Feel with finger," she pressed my hand into her flesh. "Firm 
good, you like?" She said as I squeezed it gingerly. Being 
speechless, I nodded as my cock began to respond. "Good boy," she 
smiled. "Feel other titty too." She moved my hand to her other tit 
and I dug my fingers into her supple flesh. 

"Ain't them great tits boy? When I picked her from that there 
catalog, I made dang sure I got one with tits; that ain't normal 
over there, most's kind a flat. Gets me another beer Jap," he 
snapped, throwing the empty out the window. She picked one out of 
a box of the floor and pulled the tab handing it to him. I'd taken 
my fingers off her tit while she bent over, covering the bulge in 
my jeans.

He took a long swallow of the beer and turned off the highway onto 
a secondary dirt road. "Got a boner, ah boy? Show him your cunt 
Jappie." She pulled up her skirt, leaning against the door 
swinging one foot behind my neck and the other onto the dashboard. 
I gaped at her cunt, my cock straining my jeans. "You cain't touch 
that boy, there's something's 'bout a wife only a husband gits. 
"See there boy, she ain't wearing no panties. When you gets a 
woman some day, make sure she don't wears none. Let them know to 
be ready for fucking any time. Play with yourself Jap!" 

I watched hypnotized as she began fingering her cunt, oohing and 
aahing. He finished his beer and heaved the empty out. "Git me 
'nother beer son, on account she's kind of busy." I bent over and 
picked a can out of the box, opening it for him. Suddenly his hand 
was on my bulge. "Nice boner kid," He removed his hand, grasped 
the beer and slurped on it noisily. "Don't worry boy, I'm not one 
of them there Queers; though you's kind of good looking, 
girlie-like not a man yet sort of thing. Watch the Jap she'll be 
cumming right soon. She began to moan louder as her fingers worked 
her cunt. She shook with pleasure and then slowed, opening her 
eyes, smiling proudly.

"Thank you husband, for let Jappie feel good in cunt. I lick 
finger now." She proceeded to lick the pussy juice of her fingers 
with a deliberate and noisy relish, while watching my reaction.
 
"You see boy that's respect for a man. No white bitch would thank 
her man like that. Alright Jappie, give the boy some head, you've 
gone git a boner."

She was on her knees next to me and had my pants undone, exposing 
my stiff cock in a wink. "Oh, pretty cock, Sean." She pulled my 
foreskin back and licked the engorged head, before swallowing the 
entire rod. I blew my load in her mouth almost instantly, moaning 
louder that the muffler pipe. 

"Do that again Jappie," Paul laughed, "them young pubs 'll cum all 
day. Make yourself comfy boy; feel her up, makes a man feel good 
fondling woman flesh. Right boy? But like I said, don't touch that 
there cunt; that just ain't right." I fondled her tits and belly 
as she worked on my cock, her head going up and down feverishly. 
She had the fingers of one hand at the base of my cock and the 
other fondling my balls. I felt her ass and her chubby thighs too, 
being careful not to go near the forbidden crotch. I came again 
and groaned my satisfaction out loud. She swallowed everything and 
sucked my knob while stroking the shaft as if she was drinking 
from a straw. She sat up with a triumphant expression on her face.

"Husband proud, Jap wife suck young Sean boy. Good?" 

"Yeah Jappie, you did good."

"Thank you husband, Jappie give husband head now please?" She 
began sucking him after crawling over my lap, her knees against 
the door with her feet up in the air. 

"Pull up her skirt and feels her ass, boy." I did as he said and 
groped her plump cheeks. "Now whup her good." I looked at him 
confused. "Git to it, a woman needs whupping." I slapped a cheek 
lightly. "Naw kid, whack her hard, it's good for her. Women wants 
that, it's natural. I slapped her harder and she reached under 
herself pulling her skirt up letting my semi hard cock touch her 
vagina. "Harder boy and keep doing till I cum. "

"But, but she pulled up her skirt my cock's touching her cunt."

"That alright boy, just slide over some and fix it between her 
thighs; she'll bounce you off. Now git whupping that ass!"

I slid over fitting my prick up between her thighs and she closed 
them tight while bouncing up and down as I whacked her cheeks. I 
could feel the truck veering all over the road as she sucked his 
cock while jerking mine with her lower body. She seemed 
exceptionally strong as her body jerked and twisted at an 
incredible rate. I could hear him groan as he ejaculated in her 
mouth while I splattered a load between her thighs. 

Suddenly I heard a police siren. "Shit dang, a pig!" Paul growled. 
"Get decent you two and do my zip Jap." He slowed down gradually 
while she adeptly zippered both of us up and pulled down her skirt 
and tee shirt. The cop came to the window.

"What in tarnation you think you's doing Paul. Ah's gonna run you 
in, talk about crazy driving."

"Ah was just testing my tires, that's all. We's old buddies Chuck. 
This ain't nothing."

"Like hell you were, get out of that truck; I wants to see you 
walk." Paul got out and they walked back to the cop's car. They 
talked for quit a while. 

"What are they talking about Sona?"

"Him no good pig cop, want Sona suck head."

"He's a police officer, that's crazy Sona!"

"Not crazy. Husband drunk, maybe go jail. I suck." She smiled at 
me shrugging her shoulders and rubbed my forearm with a comforting 
expresshon on her face. "Sean roy not be worry." Paul returned and 
got in behind the wheel

"Go blow the pig Jap, git!

"Yes hu3band, I only suck?"

"Right no fucking." She hurried out the door. "Good woman I got 
there boy, no white cunt do that for her old man."

"No one should have to do that. He's a crooked cop!"

"Well boy, it's just a blow job and I stay out of the jailhouse." 
We waited about five minutes and Sona came back spitting on the 
dirt before getting in.

"Sona no eat pig cum, spit on dirt. Sona did good, husband?"

"Yeah you'll get a good whupping as soon as we get to the house." 
She smiled at me victoriously.

"Husband loves Jap wife, you see in house."

After about half an hour, we turned into a long lane and pulled up 
to a decrepit farmhouse surrounded by some equally rundown out 
buildings, old vehicles and broken down farm equipment. "You see 
aunt, I get bag," Sona cooed. I stepped up on a rickety porch and 
knocked on the door. Paul yelled to walk in and I did, entering a 
one-room house with a wood stove, a kitchen sink sporting a hand 
pump a bathtub without faucets at one end and a sort of living 
room bedroom at the other. My great aunt, a large woman in her 
fifties, dressed in a tattered knee length housecoat turned from 
the wood stove smiling at me. 

Remainder of part one of this story, as well as parts two and 
three plus many other more stories at: 
		http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Erostory/

Reavan


    

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