Chapter 1

May 25th, 1957 was the day it all started. The last day of school, and I was walking home alone. My sister, Sherry was pissed because I was late getting to her car. She left with a carload of her friends, laughing AND waving as I ran after them. Hell, this wasn’t the first time, I’m used to it.

I’ll be so damned glad when I get my own car. Dad’s already told me that if I work hard for him at his used car lot this summer, he’d take me with him to the auction over in Little Rock before school starts in the fall and let me pick out my own car.

Dad has the only real used car lot in our town, but there’s a Ford Dealership that sells new cars here. They only sell trade-ins on their small used car lot though. Dad is the best there is at picking out used cars at the auctions ... the ones that people like. He never keeps a car or pickup over two weeks once he brings it back from auction and lets me clean it up from bumper to bumper, top to bottom.

He also has a lot of friends in the insurance business and most of the time he gets first shot at buying a wrecked vehicle at pennies on the dollar.

He and Mr. Ben Watts are partners in a body-shop and when Dad brings a late model in that’s been wrecked, Mr. Ben takes it apart and repairs all the dented and twisted fenders and bumpers. If there’s damage to steering parts, grills or radiators, Mr. Ben replaces the damaged parts with new ones.

They make a lot of money and they’re honest with the buyers about the cars they sell. Yeah I know, an honest car salesman ... But they are and that’s why, between the two of them they make more money than the man who owns the local Ford, Lincoln & Mercury Dealership.

Dad takes pictures of every car he brings home on his roll-back truck and dove-tail trailer. Then when Mr. Ben gets the wreck stripped down in the body-shop, Dad takes more pictures of the damage underneath the car body. All these pictures go into a folder and when the car is repaired and placed on the lot for sale, the folder is there for anyone to look at.

I was about three blocks from Dad’s used car lot. I was in no hurry to get there really, but glad school’s out for the summer. I’m seventeen, and I’ll be in the eleventh grade next fall. I already have my driver’s license. I just need a car of my own. I’m allowed to drive Mom’s station wagon when I have a movie date, or need to run to the store for her ... but really now, what seventeen year old boy wants to drive a station wagon? Even if it is a 1957 Chevy with chrome all over it.

“Sherry left you again, did she?” Dad laughed when I walked into his office and sat down.

“Yes Sir. I was trying to talk to Liz Watson about going to a movie with me and forgot about the time. I don’t blame her though, they’re all going to the lake this afternoon and celebrate, since school’s out.”

“Why don’t you take that red ‘55 Chevy pickup out there and run on out to the lake and join Sherry and her friends,” Dad said. He knew I had the hots for nearly every one of Sherry’s friends.

“Really? You sure you don’t mind? I mean it’s not like I really have to go out there.”

“Go ahead. You need to kinda keep an eye on your sister and her friends anyway. They’re getting a little wild and daring with their flirting ... the older they get. They sure don’t need to be out there swimming naked.”

“Thanks Dad. I’ll keep an eye on all of them while I’m there.”

I grabbed the keys to the ‘55 Chevy pickup off the peg board and whirled to go.

“Don’t stay out too late, Jerry. You can have the weekend off since school’s out. Just show up Monday.”

“Dang Dad, thanks,” I said and grabbed my cut-off jeans I wear when I wash cars on the lot, as I ran from his office.

I ran back and grabbed my old guitar that Joe Delaney gave me last year. He’s taught me to chord it pretty good and I’m beginning to pick out some of the more popular tunes, now that I play it more.

Joe Delaney is our town’s only claim to fame. He’s played in some big bands in Nashville, Tennessee and he’s even been on TV a lot on Saturday afternoons when the country music shows come on.

Joe has written quite a few country songs in his time and nearly all of them were recorded by some famous artist or another. Joe loves his whiskey too and told me lots of times that he wrote better songs when he had his belly full of good whiskey, for inspiration.

Joe loves the women also, and it’s rumored that he has screwed just about all the single women in the county at one time or another, while playing gigs at the local honky-tonks, hotels and nightclubs.

I asked him a few times to tell me his secret to getting all the women to like him, he’d just grin and tell me that it was his charm and his magic guitar music that got ‘em.

I passed right by his small white frame house on my way to the lake and looked over that way. I saw him getting into a white Cadillac convertible with two of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen in our town.

Joe saw me and recognized the pickup, since I had driven it out to his place a few days ago to pick and strum a little with him. He waved and hollered as I passed and I just made a U-turn in the highway and pulled into his drive beside the Caddy.

“Jerry, come meet two of my nieces from Tennessee. Girls, this is my best friend in the world, Jerry Helton.”

I stepped out of the pickup and walked around to where Joe was standing with the two young women. Damn, now that I’m close up, they look like the stars I see on TV when Joe plays on Saturdays.

“Ginger, Gail – meet Jerry Helton. He’s gonna fill my shoes one day.” Joe laughed and I knew he’d been drinking pretty good.

“Jerry, you have some big shoes to fill, if you fill Joe’s shoes. He wears a size thirteen,” Ginger said as she walked over and shook my hand. Damn, she sure does have a lot of titty exposed above the top of that low-cut dress. I looked up at her face and gave her a big smile to let her know I like what I see. She smiled back and winked at me. Damn, I must be growing up faster than I thought, to have a woman like her wink at me.

Gail is nearly as tall as me and I’m a big ol’ boy for my age. She leaned over and kissed my cheek, smiling as she looked me over. Her dress is even more low-cut than Ginger’s and I could see way down between her big titties. Hell ... I didn’t even see a bra.

When I looked up at her face, she too was smiling. This time, I winked and smiled right back, like I knew Joe would.

“What size shoes do you wear Jerry? You sure are going to be a handsome devil in a year or two. Damn you got it all going for you, Boy,” She said as she batted her eyes at me and winked.

“I wear a size twelve, Gail.”

I’d heard girls talk about the size of a boy’s feet being relative to the size of his dick. I knew what this was all about. My dick isn’t real big, but I like it and we get along really good together.

“What’re you doing tomorrow night, Jerry? I’m playing lead guitar and singing backup for a band over at the joint in Spring Creek, outside Damascus. You ought to go with us,” Joe told me.

“Boy, I’d sure like to, Joe. But you know they’d never let me in that place ... I’m too young.” I was already wishing I could go, as Gail and Ginger stood next to me, their big titties pushed against my arms on either side.

“How old are you Jerry?” Gail asked.

“Seventeen.”

“Damn, Boy ... you look like you’re every bit of nineteen. I bet if you went with us, we could get you in. We could party like hell and dance all night.”

“Hell yeah Jerry, tell your Dad you’re gonna spend the night with me and we’re gonna be picking and singing some songs,” Joe said.

“You really think I could get in? I mean, I’d love to go hear you play for real ... and I’d sure like to be at the table with your two beautiful nieces.”

I smiled at each of them and they pressed their big titties to my arm.

“Damn, Joe ... lets take him with us,” Ginger said and kissed my cheek.

“I’ll go in and call your Dad, and get permission for you to spend the night with me. He’ll let you. You’ve been here before when I was sick, taking care of me. He’ll let you ... I know he will,” Joe said, whirling and hurrying back inside his house as we stood in the yard.

“You got any cowboy boots Jerry?” Ginger asked.

“I sure do.” I was getting excited now.

“Wear them ... Gail and I love boot-scootin’ and we love polishing belt buckles on slow songs ... you do dance, don’t you?”

“I sure do. Mom taught Sherry and me both to dance while we watch Joe play on TV.”

“Good God Damn, Jerry ... you are so fucking sexy.

“Isn’t he Ginger?” Gail said. It shocked me that someone as pretty as her would cuss like boys. Almost as bad as Joe and I do when we’re by ourselves, picking.

“Hey, uh ... I don’t know what to say. I mean, coming from the two of you.

“I mean you both look just like you stepped out of the TV at home.”

Joe came back and told me, “Jerry, we’re gonna have a blast tomorrow night. Wear your shit-kicking boots, tight jeans, your black hat and that white western shirt I gave you.” He was talking as he walked back out to the car where we were.

“Gosh Joe, you mean Dad said I could stay with you?”

“He asked if we were going to some juke-joint and I told him yes. He told me to make sure you didn’t get drunk.”

“Thanks, Joe. Gail, thanks to you and Ginger, too. I feel like I’m already grown up, standing here with you three.” I couldn’t help but grin.

Damn, I’m going to see and hear Joe Delaney play live ... and his two beautiful nieces will be there too. I’m sure Joe must have used some sort of magic, to get Dad’s permission for me go to a honky-tonk with him.

“We’ll see you tomorrow afternoon, Jerry. Come early and we’ll pick a few songs while these two beauties get all gussied up for us.”

He slapped my shoulder and laughed when I jerked and jumped back to look at him as he reached out to take my hand.

I felt like I’d been plugged into one of his power amps when he shook hands with me. My arm was jerking, and my funny-bone was tingling as he stood grinning at me. Hell, it even ran through my belly and made my dick and balls jerk up and down like a yo-yo.

“WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?” I asked when he turned my hand loose.

“Jerry, that was me passing The Power of the Amp to you. My Daddy passed it to me and his Daddy passed it to him years ago. Since I don’t have any kids, I’m passing it on to you right now so we can both have some mean-ass fun from now on. You’ll have the same abilities I have ... you’ll see. Enjoy it Jerry ... you are in for one hell of a ride, Boy.”

“What does that mean, Joe?”

“Tell him girls, tell him what it means for a seventeen year old boy to have The Power of the Amp passed to him.”

“Jerry, you now have the power to get any pussy you desire – no matter who – no matter where. You Jerry Helton, will get all the pussy you’ll ever want – for the rest of your life,” Ginger told me smiling at me kinda sexy.

“She’s right Jerry. All you have to do is think about getting pussy and a girl will give it up for you,” Gail told me.

“Stop with the jokes, will you?

“Joe, they’re joking ... right?”

“Take this guitar pick of mine and when you start playing your guitar, you’ll see the difference. Not only in your ability to play guitar, but to get pussy from any female in hearing distance of you.”

“I know all of you are joking now ... I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

I took the shiny black guitar-pick from Joe, slipped it into my pocket and walked to the ‘55 Chevy pickup.

I was grinning like Jack-Ass eating briars, thinking of what they’d tried to pull on me.

We live about two miles from a big reservoir, and my sister and I always go swimming there with our friends during the summer. She has always picked on me when we’re around her friends ... but when we’re home or alone in her car, she’s my best friend – and the best girl a brother could want for a sister.

I saw her car parked under the tree where we always park, when we come out here. I parked in the shade beside her car.

I could hear them laughing and having a big time down at the lake. I was grinning as I slipped my jeans off. When I stepped out of my jeans leg, I saw the guitar pick fall from my pocket. I picked it up and pulled my underwear off with it in my hand...

I was knocked backwards as the guitar pick came in contact with my dick. I mean I was knocked flat of my ass. My head was spinning and my dick felt like it was about to burn off, it was stinging so bad. I looked at my dick, and it was red and swollen.

WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT, I wondered as I touched my dick with my finger tips. I forgot I still had the guitar-pick in my hand. It really did feel like I’d lost my dick that time. My knees were jerking and I was shaking all over. I picked up my jeans and put that pick back in my front pocket.

I stood holding my cut-offs, ready to put them on, when I looked down at my dick.

DAMN.

My dick was hanging halfway to my knees and half as big around as my wrist. What the hell has happened to me and WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT anyway, that hit my dick like a bolt of lightning.

“The Power of the Amp,” I said aloud, shaking my head as I thought back to what Joe, Gail and Ginger had told me. Hell they didn’t say a thing about my dick getting the shit knocked out of it and growing to the size of a donkey’s dick.

I stuffed my dick down in my cut-off jeans and had to pull it back up and over to the side. Hell it was sticking out my leg hole.

As I started toward the lake, I couldn’t help but grin like a Jack-Ass eating briars now, as I looked down at the huge bulge in my shorts.

I saw Sherry and her friends about the same time they saw me. They were waving and pointing at me as I ran down the slope to the lake.

They’re wearing cut-off jeans and halter tops, and damn do they look good, with all that skin showing. I felt my dick getting hard and ran faster to dive in the water.

“We were about to give up on you ... what took you so long?” Sherry asked when I came up beside her.

“I went to the car lot and Dad let me have the afternoon, and the whole weekend off. Then I saw Joe and his two cousins, and stopped to talk to him.”

“I’ll never know why you hang around Joe. He’s nothing but a sot and a has-been,” Sherry said. She has never been impressed with Joe.

“Hey, he’s a friend,” I scolded her.

“Sorry,” Sherry said then hugged me to her almost naked titties.

“Damn Sherry, you sure have grown up, Girl.” I ducked as she swung at me playfully.

“Jerry, you’re looking older than all the boys in our class now. What have you done to get so big ... and muscled up like you are?” Beth Alden asked as she looked at me with a strange look.

“Yeah Jerry, tell us your secret. I wish my boyfriend looked like you,” Martha Worley said as she also looked at me funny.

“He’s just losing his baby fat, and going through a growth spurt...

“Aren’t you Jerry?” Sherry said.

“I reckon. I sure feel different all of a sudden – I know that.”

“You sure look a lot different too,” Mary Jo Burch said as she looked up and down at my chest and up at my face, as she put her hand on my bicep and squeezed.

“Gosh, you sure are hard,” she said, quickly realizing what she’d said as soon as it came out.

“What were you feeling of, Mary Jo?” Beth asked.

“You know what I meant. I wasn’t feeling of his ... I mean, well you know what I mean.” She stuttered and laughed at herself.

“I bet his, you know has gotten bigger like the rest of him too,” Martha said.

“Hey, he’s my brother. We don’t have to rip him apart. We can all have fun now that he’s here.

“Jerry will you throw us up in the air like you always do me?” Sherry asked.

She was referring to me letting her stand in my cupped hands and lift her while she turns a backwards flip into the water.

“I can try ... who’s first?”

“Me ... we can show them how it’s done,” Sherry said as she stepped close to me and raised one foot to step into my hands while facing me, holding her hands on my head.

When she had both feet in my cupped hands, I stood up and flipped her out and up. I was looking right at her perfect little belly button for an instant. Her shorts were wet and riding low on her sexy belly. I could see the swell of the muscles in her belly as she strained. My dick got hard when I saw her pussy lips pressed against her tight shorts.

Sherry flew into the air, almost completing a twist and a half before she hit the water. She hit the water so hard, her halter top slid down, exposing her titties before she could cover them. I was looking right at her as she smiled at me.

“Me next,” Mary Jo said as she stepped quickly in front of me. Mary Jo is the smallest of the four girls, and when I stood, I flipped her even higher than Sherry. She completed her twist but landed almost on her belly with a splash and a loud pop.

When she stood, her pert little titties were completely bare and her top was nowhere to be seen.

“Oops.” She stooped to hide her titties in the water.

“Mary Jo, I don’t see your top,” Beth said as she and the others looked around in the water for it.

“Well, all of you need to show your boobies too, or I’m getting out,” She said as she squatted in the water.

“Hell, if she can, I can,” Beth said and pulled her halter top off, throwing it toward the bank.

I looked at Sherry and Martha ... DAMN! They were both naked to the waist.

“OK, brother, you can look all you want to, but no groping.” Sherry said as she came over closer to me.

Damn, Sherry has some really nice titties. Hers aren’t as big as Beth’s, but they don’t sag like Beth’s.

“My turn Jerry, and I want to go high like they did,” Martha said as she stepped into my cupped hands. She leaned in close and rubbed her big titties all over my face as she pretended to slip before I flipped her backwards.

“Me next,” Beth said and really smeared her titties all over my face. I flipped her high and she squealed as she flew into the air.

I looked at Sherry and she was grinning as she stepped into my hands. My sister grabbed me behind the back of my head and pulled my face between her titties. I twisted and took a nipple into my mouth just before I lifted her up and out, away from me.

Mary Jo was just about to step into my hands again when we heard an outboard motor on the lake. The girls ran to the bank and grabbed their shirts, covering up just as the fishermen rounded the bend of the shoreline.

I waved at them as they passed and waved back. It was getting late and we gathered our stuff, ready to head back to town.

“Thanks for being a sport, Jerry. I hope we can play in the water again this summer,” Mary Jo said as she walked by.

Each of them came over to tell me the same thing before they got in Sherry’s car.

“Want me to stop and get us some burgers and fries?” Sherry asked as she leaned closer than necessary, putting her hand right on top of my swollen dick.

“Sure, you need some money?” I asked as she looked down at my bulging shorts.

“No, my treat. See you at home...” She gripped my dick through my wet cut-offs and looked up at me with a funny look.

“WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?” She asked when she was shocked by my dick.

Friday nights have always been Mom and Dad’s ‘date night’ and tonight Mom was feeling frisky as she readied herself before Dad came home.

“Did you have fun at the lake with Sherry and her friends?” Mom asked as she passed my room on her way from the bathroom. Her hair is still wet from her shower and she looked like a young girl standing there.

“We sure did, then a boat came by and they girls ran to the bank.”

“Ran to the bank? Were those girls flashing their tits at you?” Mom laughed as she lingered at my doorway for a second.

I was tuning my guitar, and strumming it as Mom watched.

“Yeah, but I was flipping them in the water and Mary Jo’s top came off, so the rest of them pulled theirs off.”

I looked up at Mom as I started picking. I was shocked as I looked down at my hands on the guitar ... It was really me ... picking songs out like never before.

“You’re getting really good at picking that guitar, Jerry. Play some more for me,” Mom said. I looked up when she spoke and her bath robe was open, exposing her titties and the hair around her pussy.

I played one of Joe’s songs he’s been trying to teach me to play for weeks. Damn, I sound as good as Joe.

I looked at Mom again and she was smiling, swaying with the music as I played on - and on. I wonder if what Joe, and his nieces told me was really true? I sure can pick a lot better with this pick. I smiled as I thought about what they told me about getting pussy.

Something sure is different. I’ve never seen my Mom’s titties, let alone her pussy and here she is standing in my doorway, exposing herself to me.

I bet Dad gets some pussy from Mom tonight. I wonder what it would be like to fuck a woman. Hell, I’ve never fucked anyone before and here I am wondering about fucking my Mom. I bet she loves to fuck though, Mom is a very attractive woman and look at her hard titties, no sag at all ... I had to wonder...

I’d sure as hell love to fuck Mom and see if she likes my dick, now that its twice a big as before. She could show me what a boy is supposed to do. I let the thought run through my mind ... Then chased that thought back through my mind again, I liked the thought of fucking Mom so well.

Mom dropped her robe in my doorway and walked into my room, naked and smiling.

Sherry yelled out. “Jerry, where are you – I got our burgers and fries.” Mom turned and picked up her robe slowly, showing her buttocks and the split of her pussy as she bent forward, from her waist, right in front of me.

“Play for me again sometime, Jerry. You really are good.” Mom turned to walk naked, down the hallway to her bedroom, carrying her robe.

By the time Dad got home a few minutes later, Mom was dressed. They were like two kids as they went out the door, telling us not to wait up for them - as they played grab-ass.

“Jerry, have you ever done anything with a girl before?” Sherry asked as we ate the last of our burgers and fries and drank our Cokes while sitting in front of the TV.

“I’ve kissed a girl and felt her titties in the dark. Today was the first time I’ve ever seen naked titties. You have the best looking titties of all your friends, Sherry.”

“Really? You think mine look better than Mary Jo’s ... Beth’s and Martha’s are way bigger, too.”

“Heck yeah I do. So tell me, have you ever done anything with a boy?”

“No ... you know Mom and Dad won’t even let me date yet. All my friends are dating and here I am, never even been kissed by a boy.”

“You’ve never kissed?”

“No ... I suppose you’ve kissed all the girls, haven’t you?”