Mi Vida Loca - A Young Man's Sexual Odyssey
Chapter 93

Copyright© 2018 by JRyter

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 93 - 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. WARNING: This story contains a LOT OF SEX... The title should give you an idea about the content.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   Fiction   Crime   Farming   Rags To Riches   School   Cheating   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Daughter   Cousins   Niece   Aunt   Nephew   Grand Parent   Polygamy/Polyamory   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Hispanic Female   White Couple   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   First   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Pregnancy   Safe Sex   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Doctor/Nurse   Size   Teacher/Student   Nudism   Politics   Violence  

I didn’t bother with going back to get my truck, I drove his truck straight to the County Line Road, then hauled-ass toward the Montague Farm.

By the clock on the dash, I made it in twenty-five minutes. As soon as I got out of Rondo’s truck, I ran over to start the engine on the GMC.

I left it running and hurried to the barn. I remember seeing a large spool of rope in the old tack-room. I pulled on a length of rope and it looks and feels as strong as ever. It’s not as big as plowline, but it will do for what we need. Looking around, I found a long length of plowline coiled and hanging on a peg.

I grabbed that one and the spool and headed for the door. To my right, I saw a long crowbar hanging on a nail. I was holding it in my left hand, as I hurried toward the door again. I saw a spool of cow-chain lying on the floor. I grabbed it and held the spool under my arm as I reached up to grab a shop-hammer from the workbench. I couldn’t run and hold everything, so I hurried as fast as I could to the GMC. I piled all the rope, the crowbar, hammer, and the roll of chain in the floorboard on the passenger side, then ran around to climb up the steps into the cab.

I released the air brakes and made a hard right turn to come out between the house and barn. I had to circle wide with the thirty-four foot lowboy behind me, then turn sharp again, as I hit the gravel road toward Kendall’s. About a hundred yards west, and I cut off through the farm on the dirt road leading to the Montague Farm. This GMC will run like hell - and it sounds like hell coming at you on the road - but it’s not as easy to handle as a pickup on these narrow turn-rows.

I pulled up in front of the cotton-pen to see Rondo shaking his head.

“Don’t ever tell me to be safe. I know you had to fly there and back.”

“You would have been the same way, and you know it. The risk of danger was here, not out there on those dirt roads.”

“You’re right, and I’ve seen you drive that race-car of yours like a bat out of hell. By the way, I like the truck you bought. That damn thing sounds like it could pull that levee down, if you could tie it on.”

“I’ll show you how to drive it when we catch a break. It has a six cylinder Detroit Diesel, with a ten speed Road Ranger Transmission. Believe me, it’s just as bad as it sounds too.

I was pulling the ropes and chain out to let them fall on the ground. I held the hammer and the long crowbar in my hands as he picked up the ropes and chain.

“Josey, I checked it out while you were gone, and I think we’ll be better off, trying to go through the door, than through that back wall. Once we get the door open, we can load that trailer a lot faster from the door than from the back.”

“Let’s get after it then. Where do we need to start?”

“This door is made in two sections, so it can open at the top half or bottom half - or both. The top half is nailed along this side and along the bottom where the two doors meet. I say we pull the nails out on this side first, then along the bottom, of the top door.”

I took the shop hammer and with the flat end of the crowbar laying against the door and the wall, I drove the bar between them until I was deep enough to pry the door open just a little. When I did, the nail heads were out of the wood about a quarter of an inch and I pulled them with the other end of the crowbar.

I did this in three places down the side of the door - starting at the top - and each time, the door stayed open a little more. By the time I worked my way to the bottom and started across to the other side, Rondo was able to pull with his hands, until the door came loose.

He swung the top half of the door open all the way, and we stood looking at the entire cotton-pen stacked full of leather suitcases.

“Take a guess?”

“I count four - from the bottom of this opening to the top - as far as I can see up there - I would say there are four more in this stack, from here to the floor. I see at least four stacks and there has to be two more stacks on either side of the doorway.

“Okay, that’s eight stacks, that are eight high. That’s sixty-four suitcases in each row across the building. How many rows deep would you guess?”

“I stepped it off earlier, and the building is close to twelve foot square. My guess would be, there are eight rows at sixty-four per row.”

“That would be five hundred and twelve suitcases. If there are two million in each suitcase, that would be a billion and twenty-four million!”

“DAMN! Let’s get this shit loaded. I’ll pull them out of the cotton-pen and lay them on the trailer, if you can stack them so they’ll stay.”

We worked like two convicts on a chain-gang - and by the time we had the cotton-pen empty, the length of the trailer was stacked waist-high with leather suitcases.

“Do you think we’ll ever get these tied down so they’ll stay on the trailer?”

“The only thing I can think of, is backing the truck and trailer in the shop where all the antiques are. We can’t risk losing suitcases along the road to the airport, with only a few hours before sundown.”

Using all the rope and most of the cow-chain, we were able to throw a rope over each row of suitcases, and tie them down. The load looked pretty stable, but I wasn’t sure how long they would stay in place, with the truck moving.

“Give me the key and I’ll go unlock, and open both doors. There should be plenty of room down the middle of the shop, to back this rig inside.”

We were standing in the shop, looking at the load of suitcases on this long lowboy, when Rondo asked, “Can you buy a tarp this big?”

“Partner, sometimes you amaze me. That’s exactly what we’ll do. We’ll tarp this load down tight, and leave it locked up here until we can decide what to do with it.”


At the house, we walked in together and I told him, “I like your idea about the tarp, and I’ve been thinking about that. If we use the other lowboy to haul the bags of cotton-seed, we’ll get them to load the seed on the trailer, still stacked on pallets. If I’ve guessed right, we can get two pallets side by side, from front to back. If we buy two tarps, and tarp the cotton-seed too, the two loads would look almost alike until we start planting.”

He told me, “That will give us plenty of time to find a home for all that money. Though the island would be the best and safest place - getting those suitcases over there will take some time, and we’re sure to be seen.”

I hurried through my shower so I could eat supper with the others. At 8:00 I was sitting in my office with my hand on the phone - Alaina’s phone number in front of me.

I took a deep breath and dialed the number. On the first ring, she answered and already, I felt better about calling.

“Hello.”

“Alaina?”

“YES! Hey Josey. I was sitting here by the phone, hoping you would call.”

“I’ve been sitting by the phone looking at your number - then I dialed it. I was afraid your Mom or Dad would answer.”

“I live in a small apartment behind Mom and Dad’s house. I have my own phone and I’m so glad you called. I’ve been nervous as heck, since meeting you and I was wondering if you really would call.”

“I’ve been meaning to come over and meet all of you, since I bought the dealership. Yesterday was the first time I’ve had time to get over there. How long have you worked there?”

“I’ve been here three years. I worked part time the first year, then when I graduated from high school, Uncle Tom hired me fulltime.”

“I asked him if it was alright for me to take you out to eat, and he even suggested we go to the new steakhouse there in Ashton.”

“Did he really? I’ve never eaten there, but a friend of mine told me the place is packed each night it’s open and even more on weekends. I hope you won’t mind being seen with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to be seen with you? You’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen in Ashton - not that I go there a lot, but I do look at all the girls.”

“I don’t have fancy clothes, and I’m so tall, I look like a stork when I wear shorts.”

“I like tall women. I really like that blouse and skirt you wore today.”

“That was my younger sister’s blouse and skirt. I was pulling at that short skirt all day, thinking someone was going to look up my dress if I even crossed my legs.”

“How old is your sister? Her clothes really look good on you.”

“She’s a senior this year. I’ve always called her my little sister, and now she fusses at me when I call her that. She wears the same size bra I do and ... OH ME, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Hey, don’t worry about saying bra. I’d tell you a secret, if I knew you wouldn’t be embarrassed.”

“Is your secret about me?”

“Yes, but it’s a good secret.”

“Tell me. I love your voice over the phone. You sound just like you did today in the office. Tell me your secret. I hope I didn’t let my skirt ride up too high while you were signing the papers.”

“I love that skirt on you, and your sister’s blouse fit you really good too.”

“Josey, I didn’t notice it until you left, but there was a button missing on that blouse. I hope you didn’t see my bra when I bent over.”

“That’s was what I was going to tell you. You may be tall, but you sure do have a good looking body that fits your height.”

“I do? I mean ... well I suppose I do have a nice bust, but my butt is too big - I think.”

“I love big busts and big butts too, on tall women. I wish I had seen you standing, now that we’re talking about your body.”

“My sister, Christina, tells me all the time I have a nice body. She’s tall like me. She wears my clothes and I wear hers.”

“Does she stay in your apartment with you?”

“No. She has her own room, but she does sleep with me sometimes.”

“WOW! That sounds interesting.”

“It does? Uh, you probably wouldn’t think it was interesting if you saw us in curlers, sleeping in a t-shirt that barely covers our butts.”

“Is that all you wear? Curlers and t-shirts? That would drive me crazy, if I saw you like that. If Christina looks anything like you I would probably be kicked out of your apartment for wanting to sleep between you and her.”

“Would you really? I have to tell you – That’s the reason I made Richard leave one night when Christina was staying with me and he came over. He reached over and lifted her shirt, knowing she wasn’t wearing panties. I grabbed the broom and beat the shit out of him all the way to his bicycle.”

He rode a bicycle to see you?”

“Yes, his car was impounded when he was stopped for drinking and driving.”

 
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