1. Bertram F. Hankshaw III


    Date: 2/15/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: TommyTudor, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    My name is Bert. Actually my full name is Bertram F. Hankshaw III. I never disclose what the F stands for and never will. I grew up in the deep south of the USA in the state of Mississippi, during the 1940's and 50's. My family had a large farm and grew cotton. My dad and his two brothers equally owned the farm and had three Negro families that lived on the farm and worked as sharecroppers. While the farm was almost 2000 acres we were not wealthy by any means, as the price of cotton would fluctuate up and down, and that farm had to support six families, including the three Negro families. By the age of eight I was expected to pull my weight. I, along with my male cousins, were expected to work in the fields. I hated it, especially at cotton-picking time. If you have ever picked cotton by hand you would know why. By the time I was 16, I had gotten very interested in sex. I understood some about sex from the breeding of livestock on the farm. We were still using horses and mules for plowing and working the fields. And we had other stock for milk and meat. The discussion of sex was forbidden by my Southern Baptist parents, who required us to go to church twice on Sunday, and for Thursday night prayer meetings, and that did not include the times when a traveling preacher came by to hold Revival Meetings. My cousins and I would skinny dip in a stream that ran through our farm and talk about girls and sex. We would talk about fucking and getting blowjobs. I wasn’t sure if girls ...
    would actually suck a cock, and at that time, never entertained the idea of a guy sucking a cock. Unlike the girls in our family who assisted in the home, the Negro girls worked in the fields just like the men and boys. It was there that I started getting hard-ons watching them work and getting glimpses of their legs, and if I got lucky, their tits. At first I was not very bold, but as time wore on, I began accidentally bumping and touching the one I had an eye for. At first she did not react, but as my actions got bolder, she started giving me looks, that gave me the impression of come-ons. I started feeling her tits, when I could, and she would moan softly. Then one day I went for it and put my hand under her dress and was shocked to find she was not wearing panties. My hand hit pay dirt as I felt her pussy. It was very hairy and moist. I worked my fingers into her pussy and began probing. I was learning as I went along. Then suddenly a gush of liquid hit my hand and fingers. I did not know what was happening, but she was stifling a scream, as she was having an orgasm. She further shocked me when she said: “Meet me in your barn hayloft tonight about midnight when everyone will be sleeping.” I went to bed that night and only pretended to be sleeping. The time dragged until midnight. Finally it was midnight and I sneaked out of the house to the barn and climbed the ladder to the hayloft. But she was not there. Damnit to hell, where was she? I went to a large crack in the ...
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