Chapter 1

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Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young farm boy comes of age in rural America in the 1950s. A shy boy, who before his fifteenth birthday has never dated and never seen a naked female. He learns the truth about his heritage after a tragic plane crash. His crazy life leads him through a sexual odyssey like none you've seen before. He goes from rags to riches to power, but never forgets where he came from. This story is teeming with sex. If you don't like sex, don't read it and then scream at me!

In August of 1957 I turned fifteen years old. That year was a very good year for me, probably the best year of my youth, maybe even my whole life, come to think of it.

I was raised on a cotton farm in the south, and was allowed to work by the day as soon as I turned twelve years old. I had to prove I could handle a pair of mules and a one row cultivator first, without plowing up the rows of cotton. Not only was it an easy job, it was really kind of boring. All I had to do was harness my mules in the morning, ride one of them bareback to the field where we were plowing and walk behind them all day. Once in the field my sole responsibility was turning them at the end and heading them back on the next row, only to turn them at the other end. They did the rest, all I did was follow along behind.

You ever smelled mule farts all day?

I must have walked a thousand miles during the three summers that I plowed mules. The scenery never changed either. Whenever I looked up, there were two mules' asses right in front of me.

The best thing about growing up on that farm was, the money I made was mine. Mine as long as I saved it that is.

I was taught to save my money, buy my own school clothes, my books, and have my own spending money ($2.00 a week). I even had a banking account at thirteen. Not much money in it, but I had one.

I was determined to save my money and buy an old pickup. What a dream for a young country boy, to own his own pickup. Most of the boys I went to school with never owned a vehicle of any kind until they were out of high school and worked to pay for it.

I wanted one NOW.

Four weeks before my fifteenth birthday in 1957, I was walking away from the mule barn after putting my mules up at the end of the day, when my uncle drove up in his pickup. He was the farm manager. He had a Black man working under him as his assistant, called the Straw-Boss.

"Get in," he said.

He was a man of few words. When he talked, I listened. My Uncle was my dad's brother. Their dad was Mexican, their mother was White and Mexican mixed, so I was told. Our last name is Ruiz, pronounced Ruease but most folks just called it Reeze. I was told that my dad had been killed during the war and I never knew him or my real mother. The story I was told, was that not long after my dad was killed, Uncle Ralph came home from the war and took custody of me. He was a strict man and expected me to do the work of a grown man when I was old enough.

He had one problem though – he drank whiskey like it he thought they were about to quit making it. He never drank on the job that I knew of, and he always seemed sober when we were working. But when the weekend came, Uncle Ralph would tie one on.

Eventually, I would find out that my uncle would drink and get high on drugs, but I will get to that part later.

My uncle was a Staff Sgt. in WWII, serving in the Pacific. He married my aunt, a Mexican girl, when I was six. As far as I was concerned, I only had one mother and that was my Aunt Rita. She was a lot younger than Uncle Ralph, by maybe fifteen years, I'm not sure. I never knew how they met until years later, when I found out that he went to Mexico and made a deal with her to marry him so she would become an American citizen. Aunt Rita told me about that one day when I was 12 years old and told me that her and her three sisters all came to America the same way that year just to get out of Mexico.

Uncle Ralph always had something for me to do after work. Most of the time, I went with him to bring a truck or tractor back to the shop that was left in the field. Today was a little different.

"How much money you got in the bank?" he asked me this day, looking over at me without even a smile as he drove toward the backside of the farm.

"Three hundred sixteen dollars and nine cents. Why?"

"You want to buy a pickup truck?"

Now what kind of question was that to ask a young southern farm boy who was just four weeks shy of his fifteenth birthday?

"Heck Yeah, I do! Do you know where one is I can get that cheap? Is it any good? Will it even run? What kind is it?"

The woman my uncle worked for, had loaned a hired hand two hundred and fifty dollars, then held the signed title of his vehicle for collateral. The hired hand left and never came back. My uncle's boss lady told him I could have the truck for what was owed on it.

"It's a 1948 Chevrolet, looks a lot like this '53 model I drive. It runs good, and it's in pretty good shape. No dents and no broken glass. I'll have to take one of the men and go get it tomorrow. You need to write down your social security number, your height, weight, and your birth date. I'll stop by the city hall and get your tags and driver's license while I'm in town, then stop at the bank and get your money out. It'll cost you two-hundred and fifty dollars plus your tags and driver's license"

By the time we stopped at the bob-truck loaded with grain that he wanted me to drive to the shop, I'd borrowed his pen and had all of that written down and stuck in his ashtray.

I didn't sleep at all that night.

When I came in from the field the next day, there my pickup was, covered in tons of dust. I walked around it, looked in it, sat in it. I checked the oil and water, and the battery. Back then we had to add water to our batteries or the cells would evaporate dry after charging so much.

I started it up and listened to it run.

I was grinning the whole time.

I walked around it once more and noticed the new license tag on it.

I found my driver's license on the kitchen table and told my Aunt Rita that I was going out to wash my truck. We didn't even have a phone and I wished we did right then so I could call somebody and tell them I had my own truck.

I washed and scrubbed on that old truck three times, rinsing it off after each time, and it looked really good, until it dried. Then it looked faded and dull. Right then I planned to wax my truck the next afternoon after work.

I was going to drive my pickup to school when school started in a few weeks. Dull paint, dusty gravel road and all. I knew I'd be the only boy in junior high who owned his own vehicle. There were only four or five boys in senior high who had a car of their own.

None of them had pickups.

"You need to go to town and buy a set of tires and a set of brake shoes for your truck tomorrow when you come home for dinner, so you can put them on this weekend. The tires are about to pop and the brake shoes are worn out," my uncle told me that night at the supper table.

"Yes, Sir."

"Go down to the Sears store and get four tires, 6.70X15. They got their black walls on sale for $19.79 each. Stop by the parts store and get re-built brake shoes for it and I'll have the mechanic out at the shop, referring to the farm shop, help you install them Saturday afternoon."

There went my plans for Saturday night.

"Yes, Sir. Uh, how long do you think it will take both of us to do all that, you reckon?"

"You'll be through in time to clean up and go to town!"

I had already planned to go to the show Saturday night.

Saturday afternoon, I was all dressed up in my newest white T-shirt, my pointed toe cowboy boots and my starched and pressed jeans with the crease so sharp I had to be careful I didn't cut my hand.

I wore my hair long back then, way before it became the thing to do.

This was back before blow dryers and hair spray, so I used the greasy kid stuff to make my hair stay in place as I drove with the windows down, yeah, I was a greaser. No air conditioning in nothing but luxury vehicles back then either.

We called it 240 air conditioning ... meaning 2 windows rolled down at 40 miles per hour.

There was always a double feature playing at the picture show and most of the time, one was a western. Each Saturday night, between features, there was a serial which was, at the time I started going out on Saturday night, a short episode of Zorro. Each week, it was just like the soap operas of the day. The first half of the new episode was spent reviewing last week's episode, then there was the new part which took maybe five minutes, before the previews of next week's episode. That is where I learned the term cliff-hangers. Boy did they leave us hanging with the feeling that Zorro would never live to film another episode.

Two Mondays later I drove to school in my pickup and as soon as I backed my old truck into a parking space between two teachers' vehicles, I went from two or three buddies, to more best friends than I could haul around in that old truck. There were even two girls who came up to me in the hall between classes that day and ask if it was true that I had my own car. I quickly corrected that rumor.

"It's a pickup!" I said before I even turned around.

There I was, grinning like a clown, as I proudly and more politely told them again, "Yep, I do, but it's a pickup, not a car."

You'd have thought I told them it was a Cadillac, and they owned stock in it, the way they squealed and danced in the hallway as the other kids looked on. I didn't even know one girl's name and here they were acting like they'd known me all my life. I did know the other girl's name, but had never spoken to her. She and her older sister had always ridden the same bus to school as I did. They were both really pretty, but they acted like they never even knew I was on the bus.

"Will you take us for a ride sometime?" Lena, the girl I knew only by her first name, asked.

Now what kind of question was that to ask a country boy in the south who just got his first truck and had never even so much as talked to a girl before?


Back when I started junior high, we had a teacher for each subject, not like back in grade school where we were in the same classroom all day with the same teacher. This would be the way it was the rest of that year I went to this school and I came to love the change.

My second period class in the 9th grade was English and our teacher, Miss D. Wilkins, was new to the school this year. She was really young and this was her first assignment after graduating from a women's college over at the State Capitol.

Damn. She sure is pretty but she must have never learned to smile. She always looks mad every time I see her look my way. She sure has some really, really nice tits though and a fine ass. A fine ass back then was as good as an ass could get. It was like a Blue Ribbon at the County Fair.

Even in junior high and on into high school, the teachers called the roll each morning, though to me, they could easily see who was here and mark them present.

When she came to the R's that first morning, she never called my name. She called out for Josey Roooze and we all looked around for a new Mexican girl. She wasn't here and no one spoke.

"Alright class, I have counted the students present today and there are the same number present as I have listed on my roll. Which one of you refuses to answer roll call?

No one spoke. No one even knew a girl named Josey Roooze.

Then it hit me like a brick, and my face turned every shade of red known to mankind. I knew it did because I could feel my skin burning as the shades changed.

"Uh, Miss Wilkins?" I stood and spoke. The whole class turned to look at me.

Then, they realized just who Josey was.

The class erupted in laughter and the guys whistled and made cat calls as I stood by my desk and tried to glare them down.

"Yes, may I help you? Do you happen to know who Josey is?" she asked and the laughter started again until Miss Wilkins had enough and stood to slap her long wooden ruler on her desk, making it sound like a rifle shot.

The room was instantly quiet, as if suddenly, the sound was turned off all over the world at that moment.

"There may have been a mistake in the way my name was written. I'm Jose, spelled j-o-s-e."

"I've never seen Jose spelled that way, I've always seen it spelled h-o-s-e-a. I apologize for calling you Josey. Please be seated and we will continue with our class. From now on, there will be no such rude outbursts in this classroom. Is that understood, class?"

When no one spoke, Miss Wilkins stomped her foot and her high heel sounded like a spike being driven in a post, just as she slapped that ruler on her desk so hard it hurt my ears. She stomped so hard, both of her big pointed, torpedo shaped titties shook up and down and sideways at the same time.

"IS THAT UNDERSTOOD, CLASS?"

"Yes Ma'am!" came the answer from all of us.

I wish Miss Wilkins could have been hall monitor for the rest of that week. As soon as her class was dismissed, we filed out into the hallway. I was headed for my next class and the laughter started again.

From that day until this very day, Josey was my name. Not just in the ninth grade, but all over school. Then, all over town!

Seems that no matter where I went after that day, I ran into someone who knew me from school and they greeted me as Josey.

What I didn't find out until about a week after that first incident was, the girls liked my new name. Why, I'll never know. But my life changed dramatically after that unofficial name change took place in Miss Wilkins' English class.

At first, it seemed to me like they were still teasing me over and over. Then after a while it got old, and Josey became my only name. Even the guys called me Josey without laughing or making fun of me. Some of the teachers even started calling me Josey before that school year was over. Now, no matter where I go, I am Josey and I have accepted it.

Even Aunt Rita found out about me being called Josey and she started calling me by that name. Later, Uncle Ralph started calling me Josey because she did. Hell, I even started liking it too when the girls told me they liked my new name.


On Saturdays at the farm, we only worked a half a day. This Saturday after dinner I washed my old truck and waxed it again with some super-wax which contained rubbing compound, that I'd bought at the parts store. This time, the wax did the job after most of the black paint came off on the rag. It sure was shiny and black though.

I was in a hurry to get to town and told my aunt and uncle before supper that I was meeting some buddies for a hamburger and coke at the Dairy Queen and would see them later. I could stay out until 11:00, since the last feature movie ended at 10:30.

They were going to town too in a little while to buy groceries. We had always done that on Saturdays, and now that I had my own truck they would have to go by themselves. My aunt had already told me though that she and I will go to town next week and buy groceries on Friday, since I get out of school early. I'm kinda excited about my aunt riding in my pickup with me. All my buddies tell me my aunt looks like a young girl. I told her that one day and she blushed redder than our old rooster.

After supper I took my bath and was in my room getting dressed. Uncle Ralph was taking a bath and when I heard him leave the bathroom I walked in to take a piss. I had my jeans and boots on with no shirt so I just unzipped, pulled my jeans down past my butt and was really pissing a stream when I heard water splash behind me. I looked around to see Aunt Rita standing with one foot in, and one foot out of the tub. I mean she was totally buck-ass naked. We just looked at each other wide-eyed and then Aunt Rita smiled at me. We had always been close and she never fussed at me if I walked in on her while she was in her underwear. I'd never seen her totally naked until now though, and I was staring. I had never seen any woman naked until now.

I was shaking my dick off and just kept on shaking it as she kept staring at it.

"Josey, you should be ashamed," she whispered then stepped out of the tub and walked over to hug me from behind, pressing her pussy hair against my naked butt cheeks as she reached around and grabbed my dick, then started jacking me off. She made about a six long slow pulls on my dick and I shot plumb to the ceiling all the way up the side of the wall behind the commode.

She was grinning and trying hard not to laugh out loud. I was shaking, I was so scared and excited but my dick stayed hard.

"Don't you hurt those little girls with this monster, Josey. Be sure you go by the service station soon and buy some rubbers too ... ummmm, would you mind if I did this again sometime, when we have more time?" she asked me and I grinned.

"Heck No. Are you sure? It was the best I ever had, Aunt Rita."

"Am I the first person to touch your cock other than yourself?"

"Yes Ma'am. You sure know how to make it feel good too."

"Your uncle used to fuss at me when I did him. He says I did that to keep him from getting some."

"Did you?"

"Lots of times I did."

"You don't like to do it?"

"I do like it, but he's too quick on the trigger and it leaves me wanting a good one, if you know what I mean. But we hardly ever do it anymore since he started drinking so much at night and on weekends."

"I know what getting a good one means. You better let me wash my dick and get out of here before he comes looking for you."

"Let me wash you, Josey. You sure have a big handsome cock. I never knew my nephew was as gifted as you are. I wish your uncle had one like you; I'd try to do him more if he did," she said as she knelt in the floor and grabbed a washcloth to hold it under the hot water.

She washed my dick and my balls, then she pulled my dick over to try and suck the head of it in her mouth. I shot off again and she was laughing and swallowing.

She grabbed me by my butt and pulled me close until the head of my dick went all the way in her mouth. I could feel her big titties mashed against my jeans and reached down to feel both of them. I shot off again with my dickhead almost in her throat and she moaned and wiggled on her knees.

"Get out of here so I can bathe. You just made me get the biggest one I've had in years. It felt so good for me to give you two of them with that big thing in my mouth."

"I'd like to do it some more one day, except I'd like to do you just like you did me."

"Josey! Have you ever done that to a girl before?" She sounded shocked.

"No, I've never done anything with a girl, but I read a book where a man did that to his girlfriend and she got so many good ones she passed out."

"I-want-to-read-that-book!"

"It's under my pillow. Tell me how you like it after you read it."

"Get out of here. I'm wet to my knees."

"Will you show me that sometime too?"

"Would you really want to look at me down there?"

"For as long as you'd let me."

"You are so different from your uncle; he won't even touch me anymore."

"I would."

"You mean you'd look me over good, I mean all over down there?"

"Yes and suck you too, if you'd let me."

"Get out of here! I need to take a bath and go buy groceries."

"I forgot to tell you, Miss Wilkins said to tell you hi yesterday."

"Tell her hi for me. I bet she just wants to get your dick in her mouth too – that's all she wants. You should hear her go on about you when I go to Parents and Teachers Meetings."

"I wish she would. Would you get mad if she did that?"

"I'll never get mad if a girl or a woman does that with you, or gives you some pussy, Josey."

"You said pussy like it was just an everyday word."

"With us, it will be from now on. You just be sure and tell me all the details when you get your first girl. Your first woman too, Josey. No, not just your first, I want to know about all of them. You're going to get lots of pussy when word gets out that you have a monster cock, just wait and see."

"Do I really have a monster?" I never knew I was bigger than other boys. I had never seen another boy's or man's dick before.

"Josey, believe me. Your cock is one in a million and you're a handsome young stud to boot. Have you ever measured it?"

"No, why?"

"Hand me that sewing tape there on the vanity. I want to measure you while it's still semi-hard."

Before she could measure me, my dick began to grow again and she laughed as she looked up at me from where she knelt.

"Nine and a half inches and it's not as hard and as long as it was just a minute ago. Hold still," Aunt Rita said and sucked nearly all of my dickhead in her mouth again.

I felt another good one coming on and hunched my hips at her. She tickled my balls and I felt like my dick was going down her throat.

She jerked back and measured me right then.

"Ten and a half inches, Josey! I told you that you had a monster cock!" She said, then sucked me until I got a really big one, with her hands cupping my balls.


I met my two best buddies and we ate while they caught me up on the town gossip, before going downtown to see who all was waiting to see the show. They were in one of their brother's car and left ahead of me.

I saw a few of my friends when I first arrived downtown, slowly cruising the short, one-way street in front of the theatre. Of course, I tooted my horn and waved as I slowly made my way down the street. On my second pass, there was an opening as a pickup backed out of a parking space in front of me.

I eased my old truck into the empty parking spot, nearly running over some of my new friends, since they were there waiting before I could even park.

Some of them had seen my new-old truck at school, but a lot of them hadn't seen it. I had boys all over my truck! Underneath the raised hood, sitting in the seat, one bench seat it had, and sitting on the insides of the bed after wiping off the dust from the gravel road.

I looked up to see three girls pushing their way through the small crowd of boys as they made their way over to where I stood. I'm sure I looked like a clown, as I grinned at them in front of all the boys.

Two of the girls were Lena and Martha, the two who first asked me about my car. The other girl was the older sister of Lena. I had seen her before on the school bus, but she never let on like she knew who I was. The only time I ever saw her after school, she was with a big, tough looking older boy who I didn't know and I figured he was her husband, though she was still in school.

I learned real quick her name was Becky, short for Rebecca, which she told me later she hated.

Becky was what is known as a wet dream. I had heard that term once or twice before back then and beginning that night, I had many of them about Becky.

She was a senior and lived with her sister Lena and her mother out in the country. I knew where they lived, because Lena and Becky rode the bus with me up until I got my truck and drove to school.

Most all girls back then wore button up blouses or tight sweaters. Some even wore a sweater over their blouses no matter how hot it was. Hardly any of them wore T-shirts except at home. Lena, Martha, and Becky all wore white, short sleeve sweaters that night. Becky's looked like it was about three sizes too small, the way her tits stuck out in front. I mean she was really big up top and she wore her sweater tucked in at the waist of her full, knee length, red skirt.

I had seen pictures of movie stars who wore those tight sweaters and they looked just like Becky did that night, with their big pointy tits sticking way out on their chests. Becky even looked better this Saturday night than Jane Russell, one of the most famous sweater-girls ever. Becky was real though and she was standing real close to me as she leaned over to look in the driver's side of my truck. I was holding the door open as she leaned forward. Damn if I didn't see the top of her white bra where her sweater dipped to a deep V down between her huge tits.

"Oh, you have a stick shift in the floor. How cool." Everything was either cool or neato back then. "My daddy had one like that years ago when we lived with him. He taught me to drive it when I was real young," she said as she turned to look at me. Her tit raked my elbow, almost ripping the hair and hide off when she rubbed her tit against my arm.

I was afraid to move and she just smiled then turned toward me, mashing those big hard tits against me as she eased past to walk all around my truck. She was looking it over like it was for sale as she strolled through the crowd of boys. They fell back away from her, parting a wide path like she was a wild animal or worse, as they stared open mouthed at her.

One senior boy poked me and leaned over to ask if I knew who she was.

"Yeah, her name's Becky Taylor. She's Lena's sister. They live way out past us on the county road and ride my bus. Why?"

"She's spoken for. Don't even talk to her. Her boyfriend is Buck Steele. He's a pool shark and my brother told me he stabbed three men at a beer joint over in Sheridan cause one of them told him that he sure had a fine looking girlfriend."

"You mean Becky goes to beer joints?" I was really let down. I'd always heard that girls who go to those places are nothing but White-trash.

"Bill, he's my brother, said she wasn't even there, that the man had seen them together once before and the man was only telling Buck he thought his girlfriend was good looking."

"And he just jumped up and stabbed the three of them right there for that?"

"No, he waited outside and jumped them in the dark, stabbing all three of them in the back when they were getting in their car to leave. One is still in the hospital and the other two left the state, was what Bill told me. He just told me that the other day, so it must have just happened recently."

"Did they arrest him?"

"He had witnesses that swore he left earlier that night. His uncle is a deputy sheriff over there in that county and they said it would more than likely get dropped."

"Damn."

"Yep. Better stay away from that pussy!"

"The first time I ever talked to her was tonight."

"Better be the last too, if you know what I mean. Buck is bad news."

Lena, Martha and Becky came back around my pickup and told me they were going to the show and asked if I was going.

"Yeah, I planned on it. I reckon I'll go sit with my buddies. I'll see you girls at school Monday," I told them, never looking at Becky as she stood so close I could feel the heat from her body.

"You could sit with my sister and Martha, I wouldn't mind," Becky said and I turned to see her smile a smile that made me wish my hand was on my dick, choking it to keep it from shooting off in my shorts.

"Maybe next time, I already told the guys I'd sit with them."

I didn't see any of them after the show was over, and after telling my friends good night, I drove home. I was wondering what it would be like to drive on down the gravel road past where Becky and Lena lived.

I started down that way and chickened out at the first crossroad.


Monday, just after school was out, Lena ran up to me and told me she had a message for me.

From Becky, no less.

"She asked me if I ever saw you at school, and I told her we had lots of classes together. I called you Josey and she laughed. She thought we were sweet on each other and Josey was my pet name for you. When I told her that the whole school called you Josey now, she told me to give Josey a message from her.

"Josey, you better remember that she was the one who said this and not me, cause I never say bad words like she does all the time since she dated that Buck Steele guy a few times this past summer."

"What did she say? Was it that bad?" I was almost afraid to know. Becky was a senior. Now, my name change was known in senior high. Those senior boys can be hell on us guys in junior high. I hope she never mentions my name to Buck Steele either. Damn, did Lena just say Becky only dated him a few times? It sounded like it may be over between them.

"She told me she just loved your new name and that you had the sexiest ass in our whole town, not just the school. Remember, Josey, she said ass, I just passed it along."

"Becky said that about me?"

"Yes. Yours is the sexiest, Josey. Whether you've ever looked at yourself in the mirror or not, all us girls here in junior high think so," she told me and I never knew a girl could turn so red as she did right then.

"You're kidding, right? This is a joke and I'm being set up for the punch line, right?"

"No, I'm not kidding, Josey. There's not a teenage girl in the whole school that wouldn't go out on a date with you if you asked, including me. NOW, are you convinced?"

"ME?"

"Yes, YOU, Josey, you really have a sexy ass. I mean, er, uh, rear end. Ask any girl in this school above the 5th grade and they'll tell you the same thing. Martha told me that her older sister, Eileen has a friend who works in the lunchroom, and she overheard Miss Wilkins talking to Mrs. Mortensen our math teacher the other day and Mrs. Mortensen told Miss Wilkins that you had the sexiest ass ... I mean rear end she'd ever seen. Then Miss Wilkins said she thought your rear end was sexy too, only she didn't say rear end, and that she just loved your long black hair too."

"Lena, you're kidding me right?"

"Josey, you need to get with it, Kiddo. You come to school dressed in those skin tight, starched and pressed jeans with your cowboy boots on and that white T-shirt, with your slick black hair all down on your shoulders, your ass sticking out, oops I said ass, and you act as if you've never even seen a mirror. That makes us girls just swoon, that you never think you're handsome."

"Lena..."

"I got to go, Josey. But before I go, I'm spending the night with Martha and she wanted me to ask you if you'll come by her house and get us when you leave school. We want to ride in your new truck so the other girls will be jealous."

"Lena?"

"Josey, please say you will. I need to go really bad right now, but we really do want to ride with you."

"Ride where? I mean there's nowhere to ride but around and around the streets."

"We want to do that some and stop at the Dairy Queen and get a Coke, so we'll be seen in your truck. We even talked about asking you to ride us out in the country too, so we can tell the other girls you drove us out to a private place and parked."

"PARKED?"

"Well, we want to tell them we did and we didn't want to lie. Will you?"

"PARK?"

"Yes, we'll park with you, but only if you'll sit between us. We've already talked about that too, Josey. You'll see, we've already planned what we'll let you do if you'll take us out there somewhere and park. Will you? PLEASE?"

"Where does Martha live?"

"OH GOD, THANK YOU JOSEY. She lives on South Truman Street, third house on the left off Main Street. It's the one with the black shutters."

"What time?" I was ready for this joke to come to an end. There was no way this was real.

"Her mother is picking us up shortly, so we'll be ready as soon as you can get there. Martha has already asked her mother if we could ride with you. She said her mother knows your aunt real good and she said yes, that you're a good boy and handsome young gentleman too. Ohhhh, I got to run. I got to go bad, Josey!"

Lena turned to leave, her long skirt swirling the air around me as she rushed away holding her lower belly.

Boy, her tits sure look good in that sweater when she runs. She just needs to wear tighter sweaters so they'll show better.

I drove over to the filling station and bought two dollars' worth of gas, used the restroom, then took a deep breath just before I put fifty cents in a fucking rubber machine for the first time ever. I got two rubbers, then I drove across town to Truman Street and when I turned the corner, I saw Lena and Martha out in the yard by the street. They were wearing shorts and it looked like they had T-shirts on.

When I pulled up beside them, I saw they really were wearing T-shirts and did they both ever look different!

Mrs. Martin, Martha's mother, is my aunt's best friend. She was standing on the porch. She and Aunt Rita look a lot alike and I think they're the best looking women in this part of the country. I know my aunt is anyway. They both are tall and slender with fine asses and some tits that look like they belong on movie stars.

Mrs. Martin hollered and told me hi and to tell my aunt hi for her, then waved as I drove off. Boy, that woman sure looks good. I wonder if she dates a lot. Martha said she wasn't married. I wonder if she likes to fuck. I've started wondering that about grown women, now that I've gotten older.

"Y'all sure look a lot different than you did at school today."

"Really? How?" Lena asked as she sat next to me. I could feel her naked thigh against my jeans and she felt hot.

"I've never seen either of you in T-shirts and shorts, I guess is what I meant."

"How does that make us look different? Is different better or worse?" Martha asked as she leaned past Lena and looked over at me.

"Well, I don't know how to tell you the difference. I've never been out with girls before."

"We've never been riding with a boy before either. Now tell us, what looks different about us?" Lena insisted.

"I've never seen your legs naked before for one thing. You both have some nice legs."

"Well, that's a start and thank you. Now what's another thing? You said for one thing," Martha said as she leaned way out again and turned sideways to face me with her arm on the dash of my truck and her leg across Lena's leg.

"I don't think I need to talk about the other thing. Aunt Rita told me girls weren't like boys and didn't talk about things like that."

"About what things? Tits? Is that what your Aunt told you girls didn't like to talk about? Tits?" Lena said and Martha elbowed her then they both laughed when they looked at me.

I knew my face was red, but I couldn't help it. Both of them sure had bigger tits than I'd ever noticed, and they sure looked different in their T-shirts for some reason. I didn't know enough about girls and tits to know what it was though. All I ever saw were pictures of tits in a nudist magazine my buddy Mark had that belonged to his dad.

We were cruising slowly past the show, but there wasn't a soul to be seen on the streets at this time of day.

"Let's go to the Dairy Queen and get a Coke, there'll be lots of kids our age out there," Martha suggested as I turned the corner and shifted gears.

My hand rubbed against her naked leg when I pulled the stick shift down in second and I jerked my hand off the shift knob. It was right beside her naked thigh and my dick nearly shot off right then.

"Guess I need to move my legs so you can shift." Lena told me.

"Sorry about that."

"Here. Let me put one leg on either side, then you can shift better," Lena said and Martha thought that was funny.

We got our Cokes and sat in my truck drinking them. There were a few older high school kids there, but no one our age had cars unless they drove their parent's car. Most of them saved that special privilege for weekends though.

"Let's go somewhere else, Josey. We want to talk some more and there's too many people here to talk," Martha said and they both laughed when I looked over at them.

"Yeah, let's go out toward our place. Why don't you take us over to the backside of the farm you live on?" Lena said.

"I reckon we can go out there, if you both want to that is. Is that what boys and girls do when they park?"

"Well, Becky told me and Martha that she likes to park during the daylight because a boy won't try to do things like he does when it's dark," Lena said.

"Do things?" Martha said and they laughed again.

"Yeah, she said she likes to kiss and things, but she never lets a boy touch her tits."

"I bet she'd let Josey touch them, wouldn't she?" Martha said.

"I know she would. She told me she would. She thinks Josey is a hunk."

"I know what y'all are trying to do."

"What?"

"You're trying to get me to say I'd like to touch Becky's tits. Then go tell her I said I wanted to touch them."

"Well, would you? If she said you could?"

"Heck Yeah. I'd be crazy not to, if she said I could."

"I'm going to tell her you want to touch her tits then."

"That's not really what I said, Lena. Besides, I don't need that boyfriend of hers coming after me."

"Who? Buck Steele? Shit, Josey, he's long gone from here. There was a man died over at Sheridan from a stab wound in his kidney and Buck was accused. They even found the knife in his old car."

"No Shit?" Martha said, then laughed with her hand over her mouth.

"No shit! I forgot to tell you at school today. The state police came out to talk to Becky about it, but she was at home with Mom and me that night. She sure is lucky too. I wish she would quit hanging around with those wild hoodlums that she attracts."

"I didn't know girls talk like you do when you're not in school."

"Josey, you just need to come to town more often. You'll find out a lot more about town girls," Martha said.

"Hey, I live in the country like Josey does and I bet Becky and I could show him a lot about country girls too, without him going to town!"

"Then I'll come help you and Becky show him what girls are really like one day, and how they really talk when they're alone with a boy they can trust," Martha told her.

"Josey, would you like that?"

"Like what? Y'all are just talking junk, you're not telling me anything."

"What do you want to know?"

"Well, anyone can say shit and tits when their parents aren't around, but that doesn't mean they are bad girls or act wild even."

"We never said we were bad girls. We just like to talk bad; it makes us feel good to say all the bad words we know, when we're away from our parents anyway. I bet you say them too, don't you?"

"I reckon we all say some bad words now and then. But I don't think that makes us a bad person."

"Tell us some bad words you say when you're on the farm."

"There's two of you and one of me. One of you needs to go first with her worst bad word, then I'll go, then the other one of you can go last, but we can't say a bad word that's already been said."

"Shit, Josey. Where did you come up with all those rules? Sounds like you've played that game with some other girls before." Lena said.

"Nope, but we played it all the time with just us boys last year at recess."

"I bet you learned some of the worst bad words ever that way. We only played once at Lena's when we all spent the night with her, and her Mom was on a date," Martha said.

"I just bet you girls said bad words. You go first and tell me what you said when it was your turn."

"If I do, will you go next and tell us your bad words?"

"Some of them. We may play more than one round. We did last year, just us boys."

"You don't think we will, do you? You think you know more bad words than we do, don't you?"

"I probably do know more. I work around those Black men on the farm and they can cuss a blue-streak."

"We'll just see about that, Mister. Lena's and Becky's dad is a riverboat deck hand and he cusses all the time, not just when there's men around," Martha told me.

"Who's first?"

"I'll go first, but we need to be parked and you need to scoot over and sit between us. We want to make Becky jealous and all our friends at school too," Martha told me.

"So, you want to park with me in between both of you while we say dirty words? Then you're gonna go back and tell your girlfriends and Becky what all I said, so you can make me look bad?"

"Well, I guess we were gonna do that. But that wasn't the best part of it. We'd get to be with the best looking boy in junior high and tell what all we did."

"Your friends would tell it all over school then and you'd really be bad girls."

"Girls don't talk. At least they don't tell names when they talk. We know we can trust you not to talk though. You're just a good guy, Josey. You'd never brag to your buddies about what we did, or that we even did it with you."

"How do you know?"

"Would you?"

"Heck no, my uncle would kick my ass if I told something on a girl that would make her get in trouble or hurt her reputation, even if it was true."

"We already knew that about you, Josey. See, we can do anything we want to with you and you'll never talk."

"I'm not some pushover, you know!" I don't know why I felt like I needed to defend myself with these two girls.

"We know, Josey. But like Martha said, you're a good guy and you're sexy as hell and don't even act like it," Lena said and I leaned over to look at her.

She had her back straight and her tits stuck out so far, I could see her nipples through her T-shirt. Her nipples weren't very big but they looked like they were about to stick a hole through her T-shirt, they were so sharp and tiny.

I had never seen any pictures of a woman's tits with nipples that tiny. I knew I had a lot to learn about girls and I didn't even know where to start. I was sure hoping Lena and Martha weren't playing a dirty trick on me. I wanted to believe them. I was just waiting to see if they were really going to play this dirty word game.

I couldn't help but wonder if they had played other games like this one when it was just a bunch of girls.

I looked at Lena's face and she was smiling. I turned just a little and looked at Martha's face, she was smiling too and I realized I had been locked in on Lena's nipples. I looked down at Martha's tits and she didn't have any nipples. I mean hers didn't even show through her tight shirt like Lena's did.

"Are you through staring at our tits? If you are, we can get this game started. We forgot to tell you the rules for how we play. You want to just play and we'll tell them to you while we play?" Lena said and they laughed like that was funny.

"You never said there were rules. You fussed at me when I told you some rules we used. If this is another way for you two to trick me, I'll take you both home."

"Shit, Josey. Let up and get with it. We're here to have some fun with a boy every girl in school thinks is a hunk and we want you to be our first.

"I didn't mean that!" she said real fast. "What I meant was, we wanted to be the first to ride with you and park out in the country to talk and things." Martha said.

"And things?"

"Will you stop with the silly questions?

"Shit, Lena tell him the damn rules so we can play. Maybe he'll loosen up and play with us. "Shit! I didn't mean that either!" Martha said and they both laughed.

"Josey, we will each have five seconds to say a dirty word. If you can't think of a dirty word that hasn't been said by you or one of us in five seconds, you have to do whatever we ask you to do," Lena told me.

"That's it? The rules apply to all of us, right?"

"Yes, silly. If we can't think of a dirty word in five seconds you can tell us to do anything you want. Well, I mean anything that we can do in your truck. Damn, that didn't come out right either."

"So, now we're changing the rules? Are you both going to chicken out on your own game?"

"Hell no. The rules stand just like we told you."

"Anything?"

"Well, we're not going to screw you, if that's what you mean."

"That sure leaves a lot of room for bunch of other things I can think of."

"Then you just need to win all the time and make us do them, don't you?" Martha said and they both laughed.

"Who goes first?" I asked and they looked at each other and shrugged.

"You can, since we're in your new truck," Lena told me.

"Fuck."

"Damn, you start off with a big bad dirty word! Titty."

"Shit."

"Dick," I said and they laughed.

"Butt."

"Ass."

"Cock," I said and they turned red and laughed.

"Dung."

"Hell."

"Pussy," I said and they really turned red, but they laughed even harder.

"Screw."

"Orgasm."

"Cum," I said and they looked like I had slapped them.

"Butthole."

"Asshole."

"Shithole," I said, getting that out of the way.

"Pubic."

"Cherry."

"Cherry is a dirty word?" I said.

"If you're a virgin it is," Lena said.

"Your time is up," Martha said.

"You have to do what we tell you," Lena said.

"OK, I'm ready," I told them

"Take off your shirt."

"You know what that opens up for both of you, don't you?"

"Let us worry about that, just take it off so we can see your chest."

I pulled my T-shirt out of my jeans, over my head and threw it up on the dash.

"OH GOD," Lena said when I leaned back.

"That's not a dirty word," I said.

"OH GOD-DAMN," Lena said quickly.

"Blow Job."

"Cocksucker," I said and they really laughed. I may be giving them words for their next dirty-word game with their friends the way they laugh at what I say.

"Anal."

"Oral."

"Jack-off," I said and they laughed like hell.

"Dildo."

"I was about to say that!" Lena said

"Your time is up. Take off your shirt," I said and she looked around at me.

"OK, but you can't touch me, I don't have bra on!"

"Not until I win again," I told her and she laughed as she pulled her T-shirt over her head.

"Damn, those are some fine titties!" I told her.

"Thanks, I was hoping you'd like them."

"I love them."

"Coochie," Martha said.

"Cunt," I said and they both looked at me, horrified.

"Time's up, Martha, lose the shirt," I said.

"That is not a dirty word, it's filthy, besides, I don't have a bra on either."

"You must have wanted me to see your tits then."

"Both of us did."

"Then pull it off and show me...

"Hey, both of you look good. Too bad we can't touch."

"We didn't say we couldn't," Lena said and they laughed again.

"Fart," Lena said.

"Turd." Martha added.

"Pussy-licker."

"Josey, you're getting too dirty, I never even heard that before," Lena told me.

"Too late, lose the shorts."

"I'll only have my panties on then,"

"So! You missed your turn."

"Well, you keep saying those horrible words."

"We can quit."

"NOOOO!" they both said.

"Both of you will chicken out. You'll never get naked in my truck with me in broad open daylight."

"Doo-doo," Lena said and they giggled.

"Motherfucker," I said and they both laughed like hell. Martha just pulled her shorts off and almost pulled her panties off too, leaving them down on her hips and low across her belly.

"Stinky finger," Martha said.

"Martha, you used that one again," Lena said then looked at me.

"Do I really have to get naked?"

"No, you can chicken out."

"Never! Here goes but no touching between my legs."

"So, I can touch your tits and turn you over and rub your butt?"

"If you're gentle with me, you can."

"What about me?" Martha said.

"Just you and me now, Martha. Want to get naked now or keep on?"

"Will you get naked with us if I do it now?"

"No, I didn't lose."

"Fuck."

"I've already used that one."

"I was saying it cause I was mad at you," she said and they laughed.

"Take them off. If we keep on, I get to see your pussies spread open, then you have to put a finger inside your pussy for me."

"Shit, Josey"

"Well, I could put a finger in both of you."

"You wouldn't tell if we let you, would you?"

"No, does that mean I can?"

"You can do mine and you can feel my titties too," Martha said

"You can finger-fuck me, Josey, and even suck my titties at the same time," Lena told me.

"Where did you learn about that?" I asked her.

"From Becky. She said her friends talk like that all the time."

"Josey, if we let you finger-fuck us and suck our titties, will you let us see your, uh, you know, your..." Martha tried to say it.

"My dick?"

"Yes, your dick. We want to see it."

"Not touch it?" I asked and grinned, I knew I had them.

"I want to," Lena said, shocking me.

"I do too then," Martha said and I had to grin.

"Who wants to suck it?" I asked. I decided to see just how far they wanted to go.

"If you promise not to tell, I want to." Martha told me.

"Me too, Josey," Lena said and they both smiled.

"Do I get to suck you both?"

"OH MY GOD! You wouldn't do that! Would you?" Lena asked.

"I'd love to, but only if you asked me to after we've finger-fucked and sucked titties and you both have sucked my dick."

"Would you really?" Martha asked.

"What?"

"Damn you." She said and laughed.

"What?" I was persistent.

"Suck our pussies. Would you really?" Lena said.

"Both of you have to tell me that you want me to."

"Josey, I want you to suck my pussy and touch my titties and I want to see if I can get a cum at the same time you're doing that to me. There, I said it," Martha said as she squirmed in the truck seat, then turned sideways so her tiny, nearly hairless pussy was exposed. Damn, her pussy is dripping wet like Aunt Rita's was!

"Josey, I want my pussy sucked and I want my titties sucked and I want to do everything we can do, except I don't want to fuck right now," Lena told me.

She was rubbing her tiny, erect nipples as she talked. She must have seen me looking at Martha's pussy because she opened her legs wide and pulled her knees up to her breasts with her legs wide open.

Damn! Her pussy has only a few hairs at the top and none on the sides. Her tight slit is drooling down on my truck seat and she sees me looking.

"So, who sucks first? Me, or do one of you want to suck me first?"

"We want to see your dick, Josey. You told us you'd get naked too and show us," Lena told me.

"First, I have a question for both of you. If the answer is yes, I'll get naked right now and both of you can suck me and touch me anywhere."

"Ask me. I want to touch you all over. Can I touch your butt too? I mean, even between your butt cheeks?" Martha asked and grinned.

"You can touch me anywhere. I'm not going to put restrictions on you two like you have me."

"So, what is the question? We're ready for more of this," Lena told me.

"Have you ever put your finger in your pussy and tasted it?"

"Damn you, Josey!" Martha yelled, but she was laughing.

"Have you?" I asked looking from one to the other.

"Yes we have. We have done it in front of each other too and we thought we were both going to orgasm, it felt so good." Martha told me.

"Then both of you put a finger in your pussy and lick it while I get naked."

"You mean in our own pussy, or each other's pussy?" Lena asked and they both laughed.

"First your own, then if that makes you feel good, swap up and finger each other's pussy, then suck your finger. After that I want to suck both your fingers when you stick them back in and push them deep."

"Damn, Josey. I feel so good in my pussy right now, I may get an orgasm before we touch," Lena squealed.

"Josey, have you ever done this stuff before with a girl? You sure talk like you know all about it." Martha said.

"I've never even seen a naked titty before today, except in a magazine. I did read a book about a boy who reminded me of myself. He and his two sisters were naked and they touched and even sucked each other. That was all they ever did though." I lied, but there was no way I was going to tell them I'd seen Aunt Rita naked and that she sucked my dick.

"I bet you'll get to do a lot more with a girl, Josey. I already want to do more with you, but I'm afraid." Lena said.

"I'd be afraid too. I'd be afraid the girl would get pregnant. Besides I don't have any rubbers anyway," I lied again. I have no idea why I said that and almost told them I was kidding, that I did.

"If you get some rubbers, will you let us see one?" Martha asked me.

"Sure, that is if you both really want to. I've never seen one out of the package before, myself."

"Get some, Josey. We want to see you put one on your dick," Lena told me and both girls laughed.

"Josey, will you get your jeans down so we can see your dick? You've already seen our naked pussies," Martha said and I raised my butt to slip my jeans and underwear down.

"FUCK, JOSEY!" Lena yelled when I raised up and my dick popped up from between my legs, about half-hard.

"OH MY GOD!" Martha yelled.

"What? I mean is something wrong with it?"

"That thing is as big as a horses cock, I mean his dick, uh cock," Martha said as she leaned over to look at my dick up close.

"I never knew mine was big. I thought all boys had a dick like mine."

"Becky showed us some pictures of men at a nudist camp and they had little bitty dicks. She has a magazine that belonged to Mom's boyfriend and she sneaked it from Mom's bedroom. It showed men and women naked, doing all sorts of sex things. None of them had a dick nearly as big as yours," Lena told me.

"Becky has magazines that show men and women fucking?" I asked. I never knew girls looked at stuff like boys did.

"She sure does. You need to come see me one day and we'll get her to show them to you. She likes you already and she asked me if you ever talked about that night we were looking at your truck."

"She did?"

"Heck yeah. Becky said she just knew you had a big one, the way you were built."

"She did?"

"Yes, she did."

"Josey, I'm spending the weekend with Lena next weekend. Why don't you come over to her house and maybe we can get Becky to show you the pictures and we can see them too?" Martha asked.

"Yeah, will you, Josey?" Lena asked.

My dick was getting real hard sitting here between these two naked girls, then when they started talking about me coming over and looking at naked pictures with Becky, it really got hard.

"GOD DAMN, Josey, look at your fucking dick now!" Martha said and all of us looked down at it.

"Fuck, Josey. Can we touch you?" Lena asked. What a dumb question!

"I thought we were all going to touch and even suck maybe."

"We will, but both of us want to hold your dick and look it over good. Do you think you could ever get that thing in a girl's pussy?"

"I sure hope I can. I'd hate to never get any pussy the rest of my life."

"I'll give you some pussy when I get older, Josey. I think my pussy is too small now though," Lena told me as she blew her breath on my dick, making it really swell up big and red.

"Do that again, Lena. Did you see his dick swell up and grow even more?" Martha said.

"Can we touch it, Josey?" Lena asked as both of them leaned over. Their big titties were almost touching my legs as they did.

"Can I touch both of your titties while you do?"

"Shit yes, you can even suck mine," Martha told me.

"You can suck mine too, Josey," Lena told me.

"If either of you ever want to suck my dick, you can," I told them and they looked at me and grinned.

"I will first, Josey. I saw Mom sucking her boyfriend's little bitty dick once and I knew I wanted to do that one day," Martha told me.

"Lena, sit back and lean over in front of me so I can suck your titties. I feel like I could shoot cum all over both of you."

"Will you really shoot your cum? We want to see that too," Martha said.

"Kiss my dick and slide your hand up and down on it. I read about it in that book and the girls sucked their brother for the first time and he shot cum in their mouth."

"He shot cum in both their mouths?"

"Yep, they made him cum twice and he shot in their mouths." I was thinking about my aunt sucking my dick and making me cum three times when I told them that, and I thought my dick was going to fly off, it was jerking up and down so fast.

"You can shoot your cum in my mouth, Josey, if I ever get this big fat knob in there," Martha told me just before she sucked her lips down over my cock.

"Shit, that makes me want to suck you now, Josey. Can you put your hand on my pussy and rub it while you suck my nipples?" Lena asked me and pulled my free hand over to lay it between her legs right over her hot pussy. She was already humping herself up and down like a little dog, as my hand touched her.

I slid my finger back and forth through her wet split as she humped me again and again. She was trying to get my finger to go inside her slippery pussy and my dick was swelling and throbbing. I sucked Lena's nipple in my mouth and pulled on it hard.

Lena humped my hand and slapped her hand over mine as she pushed my finger inside her pussy to the first knuckle. She screamed in my ear and I thought I had hurt her pussy, but she pushed my hand down tighter and put one of her fingers in her pussy with mine. She kept on fucking both our fingers deeper and deeper.

"Martha, I'm about to cum in your mouth, you better stop sucking!" I told her but she grabbed my dick with both hands and jacked it up and down as she took my dickhead deeper.

I draped my other hand over her back and she scooted closer. I pushed my way between her butt cheeks and she wiggled even closer. I felt her butt hole and slipped a finger into her wet pussy as she sucked my dick. I twisted my hand and let my thumb go all the way up inside her pussy, then I pulled her toward me with it as deep as I could get it inside her like that.

Martha got her cum before we did. I felt it gushing out around my thumb and didn't know what it was at first. She was moaning and humping my thumb as she sucked my dick. I shoved my hips up and she opened her mouth to take more of me. I started shooting my cum and she kept spraying hers out just as Lena began screaming and humping my finger harder and faster. I switched over and sucked her other nipple into my mouth and she screamed louder as she gushed her cum out on our hands and on my truck seat.

"I want to suck your dick now, Josey." Lena told me.

"I just shot cum and it's not all the way hard."

"I'll lick the cum off, I want to suck you."

"Let me lay down in the seat and you suck me while I suck Martha's pussy."

"Fuck, you are the sexiest boy I have ever been around," Martha said as she pulled me down so Lena could get between my legs and suck my dick.

"Get up here, Martha. I want to suck my first pussy," I told her and pulled her around to where she could straddle my head.

As soon as her pussy met my lips, she started gushing juice out and I thought at first she was pissing. She raised up and started riding my face so hard I had to grab her legs and hold her still.

Lena was sucking my dick and I was about to blow another cum out when she stopped all of a sudden.

I felt her sitting down on my belly and sliding her butt down to make my dick go in her pussy. I pushed them both off me just as the head of my dick almost pushed inside her pussy.

I just barely managed to get my dick out of her before I shot cum everywhere. My dick was shooting off like fireworks as it shot all the way up and landed on Martha's tits and my chest.

Lena was licking my cum off me, then started licking it off Martha too.

"Josey, you need to come to my house Saturday afternoon after you get off work. Momma's gonna be gone and we can have some fun. Becky has already told us she wants you to come out to see us. She said you need to bring some rubbers and she'll get some too so we'll have enough," Lena told me as we wiped each other off with some clean shop rags I had in my glove box.

"Are you sure? I mean both of you want me there too?"

"We want to give you some pussy, Josey. We both want you to be our first. We know Becky is going to fuck you and probably ask you to be her boyfriend. We want to fuck you before she does."

"Shit, there's no way I could turn that down. What time?"

"Momma's gonna leave early and won't be back until late Sunday. If you come back Sunday, you can fuck us some more. I know Becky will want to fuck you again as many times as she can when she sees your big dick. She told us that she wants you to be her first too."

"You mean Becky has never done it either?"

"No, she said she's always wanted to wait for the right man to take her cherry. I reckon you're the right man for the job, cause she said she wants to fuck your sexy ass."


Edited By: Amigo

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