Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you husband, for let Jappie feel good in cunt. I lick finger now." She proceeded to lick the pussy juice of her fingers with a deliberate and noisy relish, while watching my reaction.

"You see boy that's respect for a man. No white bitch would thank her man like that. Alright Jappie, give the boy some head, you've gone git a boner."

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

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

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

"Yeah Jappie, you did good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are they talking about Sona?"

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

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

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

"Go blow the pig Jap, git!

"Yes husband, I only suck?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sean my sweet boy you've done made it to your new house. Welcome. Come here sweetie, give auntie a big hug." I walked into her open arms and was swallowed up in her soft breasts. "Come on now give auntie a nice juicy kiss." She planted her lips on mine and sucked hard. "There let me have a look at you." She grasped my shoulders and pushed me to arm length. "A fine strapping young man you are; I haven't seen you since you were five. Lean and mean and barely seventeen you's too." She hugged me again, kissing my lips even harder than before.

Paul entered followed by Sona lugging my bags. "Ain't he a pretty one Paul, just look at him. A fine Chicago boy he is."

"That he is Sandra and I want you show him some proper southern hospitality right now. Git that housecoat off, that's no way to greet kinfolk twice removed."

"Oh but Paul, he just walked in and he's so young 'n innocent."

"Not no more he ain't, Jappie blew him twice in the truck. Now be sociable and git that thing off."

"Oh alright but I'd wanted to learn him slow like, 'bout such things." She undid the sash and dropped the housecoat to the floor, exposing her aging but well built full figured body. I stared at her huge pendulous tits nearly reaching her belly and thick thunder thighs. She held out her arms again and drew me into her flesh.

"Hey nigger stump, where's you at?" Paul yelled out.

"Ah's here Massa doing mah chores."

"The new boy need undressing. Git!"

"I looked to one side and saw a black midget scurrying across the room. She was young and completely naked. She proceeded to remove my shoes, sock and jeans, while auntie pulled off my tee shirt. Auntie then turned around and bent over.

"Give your aunt ten good ones about," Paul laughed. A woman got be put in place before she pleasures a man." I whacked her soft fleshy cheeks ten times like Paul said. She turned around again and fell to her knees fondling my balls after pushing back my foreskin. The midget used a wash cloth to clean my cock and auntie began sucking me off. I felt my ass being washed after which the midget began to lick my crack.

"A nigger tongue in the ass's great, ain't it boy?" Paul chuckled as he spoke and then began whacking Sona's ass. She had stripped naked as soon as she'd put down my bags. It did feel good. As a matter of fact, I'd never felt better in my life. After fantasizing about what sex would be like and jerking off looking at naked woman in magazines, I was now experiencing the real thing. My head was spinning, as my fourth ejaculation within an hour splashed past my great aunts eager lips.

The midget cleaned my cock and then kissed it lightly. "Thank you let me serve young master," she said and then walked off to where Paul was now humping Sona doggy style. She cleaned his crack and began licking it. Auntie then got up and bent over again.