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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