Southern Kinfolk

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 18 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.