Lula Belle and me were out in the vegetable garden that evening just before sundown weeding the garden. We had waited to do this chore on account of it was the late summer and hotter than blazes and, in those days, a fellow did his hard labor either early in the morning or just before sundown. It's why you city folks see us lazing around in the afternoons doing nothing and think we're all completely lazy. We're all just avoiding sunstroke, is all.
Lula Belle is sixteen years old and getting husband-high, and the worst thing is that she knows it and wears all them thin summer dresses and nothing at all under it. Having her out here next to the only road hereabouts (the garden is next to the road) all bent over in that flimsy thing is likely to show off her girl parts and Paw is always getting onto her about making sure she is standing upright when someone drives their wagon by or the occasional truck. Lula Belle would do that...a little too late, which, when you think about it, only made things worse. We got an awful lot of traffic on our road 'cause of Lula Belle's antics.
But that day was the first time we saw a car. I mean a real car, not no Model T clanking along and about to break down, but an actual, real late-model automobile like you could see in them magazine advertisements down at the general store. Of course, nobody round these parts could afford to pay those prices to afford such a vehicle, so it had to be a foreigner. Mind you, when I say "foreigner," I mean anyone who lived outside of Lincoln County and even some parts of it. If I didn't know them and their families, they was foreigners.
Lula Belle saw that fancy machine rolling and bumping down the dirt road and she turned her back to the road and, as the car got closer, she slowly bent over and showed the driver all her assets, if you see what I mean.
The car stopped and pulled over as the engine died. The driver stepped out and Lula Belle grinned wider as she got busier stooping and pulling weeds to make her goodies jiggle. She ought to wear herself a boulder-holder, anyhow. She needed one with them jugs.
"Howdy do, feller!" I said before he could speak to my older sister. "Whyfor you stopping here, Mister?" I was only seven, but I knew you didn't let a foreigner talk to your sister, not without your parent being nearby. Since Paw was in the barn, I had to speak up.
"My car has overheated and needs to cool down. That'll take about four hours," he explained. "I was sort of wondering if your farm had a place for me to stay the night?"
"We shore 'nuff do!" Lula Belle said before I could say no. "We got lots of beds in our house; you can stay with us!"
"That sounds great; I'll pay your family what I'd pay for a motel and restaurant in return," The man replied, "My name's Wendelin Baker, but everyone calls me 'Wrong Way' on account of I always seem to end up going the wrong way. Is this the road to Chicago?"
"Chicago?" I asked. "Can't be, Mister, this here road you're going down is heading south; you need to head north to go to Chicago from here."
Wrong Way smiled and shook his head. "Like I said, always going the wrong way. Well, I can turn around and go back the way I came tomorrow."
"Come on, Wendelin, and I'll take you inside and make you a pot of hot coffee," Lula Belle tittered and the two of them walked off. Me, I did, too, but to the barn to warn Paw about the foreigner in our house.
Paw was busy hammering out a new shoehorse for our mule, but he heard me, he dropped what he was doing and hightailed it to the house, me running after him. Fortunately, the coffee hadn't even gotten fixed yet, so nothing had happened yet between Lula Belle and Wrong Way. Guess I should describe people before I go on with this story. My name is Joe Bob and I'm seven, like I said. I have red-brown hair, brown eyes, and round cheeks and am trying my best to be a good farmhand to my Paw on his farm, as it will be mine one day. I go to school, but this is summertime and we are out of school until September.
Lula Belle is sixteen and dropped out of school a year ago, saying she didn't need no more schooling; she was old enough and we needed her to keep house and cook and such. Well, since Maw died, we did need those sort of things done, I had to admit, and she wasn't doing very well in school. She'd marry and move away soon, probably, but meanwhile, she was champing at the bit and wishing Paw would let her go out more than he does. She can't date anyone less'n Paw gives his okay and he won't do it for just anyone until she turns eighteen; then, she'll be a full adult and won't have to ask him for anything. We'll probably lose her then. She's got pretty red hair, redder than mine, with green eyes, fair skin and her body is what they call "a knockout," though I have no opinions about that.
Paw is forty-two and a big, muscular man but getting a little slow in his ways, hard work does that to a man. I reckon about the time I come of age, it'll be me doing all the farming work, which is why I am trying my best to learn everything and do all I can. Paw's got brown hair (Maw was the red-head in the family) and brown eyes, big brawny arms and thick muscles; and if that foreigner weren't careful, Paw would break him in two like a matchstick.
That's my family. Now we had with us Wrong Way, who was the fly in our oatmeal. He was a dirty-blond-haired guy with charming blue eyes, a cutely handsome face, a slim but full male body dressed in a blue business suit and a cocksure attitude that looked at Lula Belle like he was a little boy and she was a piece of cotton candy. Lula Belle's reaction was even worse; she was simpering and hanging on his every word as he talked about life in Chicago, which was apparently his hometown, and how he was rising in the ranks of his business and would one day own a big house and such. All he needed was a wife to make his life complete. This while he ogled Lula Belle in a way that he was thinking of her for that part. What country girl can resist a come-on like that? Especially one who thinks she's too good for country life?
Yep, this night was looking like a disaster. We had a guest room, the bed which was going to be for the next child Paw and Maw had but never did. Thing was, it was between my bedroom and Lula Belle's bedroom. Paw's bedroom was on the other side of the hallway along with the bathroom. Wrong Way would have no problem slipping into her bedroom if he set his mind to it.
Paw asked me to talk with him in the kitchen after dinner and I went with him. "Son, me and you have to do something about this."
"I know, Paw, but what?" I asked. "You know that that foreigner and Lula Belle are probably setting up for him to slip into her bedroom right now."
"I know, that's why I said for you to come in here. What we do is this..." Paw explained his plan and I agreed it would be best.
What we did was wait until the guy was in his bedroom and then Paw went in and chased Lula Belle out of her bedroom and made her sleep in my room and I took her bedroom. Wrong tried anything that night, all he'd find was me. I could raise the alarm and Paw would come a-running in and beat the guy senseless.
So I got into Lula Belle's bed and, to my surprise, I went right to sleep. I always sleep on my stomach, so I didn't hear the door open or Wrong Way slip into the room.
"So glad you and me found each other, baby!" he said as he stepped up to the bed. That woke me up and I groaned, "Uhhh?"
"Shhhh, baby, don't say anything; we don't want to wake up your old man," Wrong Way whispered to me as he leaned over. "You're sleeping naked like you said you would, right?" Well, I was naked; country people on summer nights always do. "Uh-huh," I breathed.
"Good, just keep quiet and wait for me; I'll be ready in just a moment."
I didn't dare sit up or look at him. I couldn't shout out for Paw until we had him right at the last moment, when he couldn't pretend anything else. That "Wrong Way" thing would cover him; he could claim he was looking for the bathroom and turned the wrong way if we didn't catch him in the bed. So I stayed where I was, lying in the bed and I carefully kept the covers up over my head. They had risen up while I slept, fortunately, and I was turned away from him.
I felt the covers shift and lift as he crawled into the bed with me. "Ohhhhhhh, baby, you're turning me on so much!" he breathed in my ear. "I'm so worked up right now, I'm about to cream!"
"But I'm...!" I started to say and his hand went over my mouth.
"Shhhhh!" He said hastily. "We can't be heard! You want us to both get beaten by your father?"
I shook my head "no." I had gotten whippings from my dad; nobody wants that a second time. Which is the point of whippings.
"So keep quiet and we won't get in trouble," he said. "Mmmm, those titties, I'm obsessed with those titties of yours; I want to feel them, feel them now!"
He reached and I figured that would reveal his mistake, but he got hold of my shoulder and in the darkness he mistook them for Lula Belle's boobs, because he began to rub on my shoulder and then put his lips on my shoulder and started to suck on it. Shit, but that actually felt pretty good! Paw was never very demonstrative in his affection and Maw died when I was very young, so I hadn't had much loving and here I was getting love, even in this weird way. So I kept quiet and enjoyed it.
"Oh, shit, kiss me, baby, kiss me!" he begged me. "I want to taste your lips, so big and sweet."
I turned, hoping he wouldn't notice, and got my face around toward his and wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. Nope, he never noticed. I kissed him and he kissed back, panting huskily, and if my boobs had vanished, he never said a word. I reached down and gripped his pecker; it was a firm rod some eight inches long and he gasped, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, baby, come on, do me, baby, do me!"
I began to pump on his pud and he grunted and sighed and fell onto his back and let me jack him a while, then he said, "Get your mouth down there and really give it some action, sugar; that's what I really need right now, some sweet love on my peter. Come on, baby, you know how to do it, don't you?"
"Nu-uh," I admitted softly.
"That's okay, baby, take it in your mouth and I'll teach you how," he said.
I obeyed, his cock tasted nice and clean and fresh, no worse than sticking your own clean finger into your mouth and his words coached me how to work it, using my lips only and lots of slobber, keep my teeth clear, all that. Soon, I had my head busily bobbing up and down, and he was moaning and gasping.
"Yeah, Lula Belle, that's the best suck job I've had in a long time!" he breathed. "You country girls really know how to give a man loving. I knew it when I saw you standing in that garden that you knew how to love a man the right way."
"Mmmmmmm!" I agreed.
"You love my cock, don't you?" He slavered.
"Mm-hmmm!" I agreed. This was fun, fooling this foreigner. I'd give him his jollies and then tell Paw. Even better that way.
I was bobbing away when he said, suddenly, "Okay, baby, that's enough; let's get to the real thing."
"Hmmm?"
He couldn't have confused my small body for Lula Belle's larger one, but maybe he was so worked up then he wasn't thinking clearly because he didn't pause. He just gripped me and flipped me over and was lifting up my legs and I could finally really see him a little.
His body was firm and fit, with his muscles having good definition but not burly, just healthy. Maybe he had built those muscles in the Army; he mentioned just being out of the military for a couple of years. I couldn't see details, thankfully, so maybe he still thought I was Lula Belle.
"Yeah, now, baby, I'm going to plug your pussy and plug it good," he told me. "You're going to love how well I can fuck a warm cunt; just let me get it in you and you'll love every last inch I slip into you."
Reassured, I waited to see what would happen. His first jab at me hit underneath my nuts and I yelped. "Sorry, babe, I aimed a little high, I think; let me aim a bit lower," he said. He poked gentler, missed again, but not by as much and the third time, he hit my asshole and sighed in contentment and began to push into me with a firm shove.
If I hadn't slobbered on him as much as I had, it would have hurt a lot; as it was, I groaned quite a bit but wasn't hurt that much. He took my moans as pleasure and said, "Yeah, you love it, don't you, babe? All the women love it when I plow into them. Feel how big and firm and round it is and it's all going into you, every...last...inch!" He grunted the last, for he was having resistance; my young body was having trouble taking all eight inches of his pecker.
I wormed and squirmed and he did some of that, too, and soon he had the entire cock deep inside of me; his nuts were pressed against my butt.
"Mmmm, so nice and tight, baby. Were you a virgin?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Man, I popped your cherry; that is so fucking hot, Lula Belle, I am really flattered you gave your cherry to me. I am honored, fuck, let me take it easy on you and I'll give you a first time you'll remember the rest of your life."
He began to move his hips back and forth; the cock slid in and out of my ass and I gasped. God, this felt so damned good. I began to see why when our two male dogs did this, the one on bottom would have that happy look on his face. It felt good to have a hard cock in your ass, no doubt about it! I was going to have to revamp my entire attitude about getting my ass fucked!
He was pumping away and had that happy look on his face like our dog had, the joyful face of sheer bliss, and I knew that this guy was loving the feel of my ass. That's a good feeling, you know, to feel good and know that the other guy is feeling good, too. Everyone's happy, you know? "Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah!" Wrong Way was panting, as he jabbed at my butt.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" I grunted as my rump was pierced over and over again, each time a wave of joy raced up my body into my brain.
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!" He had sped up and was panting harder and quicker.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" I sped up my grunts, too.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" Wrong Way was getting frantic. "Oh, God, I'm going to come, Lula Belle, going to come!"
"Me, too, Wrong Way, me, too!" I moaned.
" O h , o h , o h , a h , a h , a h , a h , AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-A HHHHH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Wrong Way cried out in what you'd call a normal voice but he was shouting given our sotto voce conversations up until then. His prick pulsed as it squirted hot jizz into my ass, warm jism that seethed and boiled inside of me.
"Uhhhhh-uhhhhh-uhhhhh-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHHHHHHHHHH-UH, UH, UH, HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I wavered as I shook in my own climactic joy.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Wrong Way fell on top of me, panting and groaning. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, Lula Belle, that was amazing!" He moaned. "Best fuck I ever had."
"Yeah, it was for me, too."
He chuckled. "First time is the best time, I guess. Well, much as I'd love to stick around and love you again and again all night, I'd better get back to the other bedroom before your Paw notices I'm over here instead."
He slipped out of the bed, scooped up his clothing and was out the door. I lay there, panting, and thought about it, but I didn't say anything to Paw that night.
The next day, the guy paid my Paw twenty dollars money for the night. He smiled and said, "Well, I'm not supposed to come this way, but next time, I may come by on purpose. This was a great place to stay the night." He leered at Lula Belle who sniffed, miffed at him, of course. He hadn't seen her last night.
"Well, Son, I guess we read him wrong," Paw said. "He was a perfect gentleman last night, wasn't he, Lula Belle?"
"Yep, so darned gentlemanly, he can go to blazes for all I care," she snarled and stalked away. "What did you think of Wrong Way, son?" Paw asked me.
I shrugged. "I think they've misnamed him. They ought to name him 'Wrong Hole.'"
That was all I said about that night to my Paw.
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