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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 wallboards and peered out in the direction of the clapboard shacks the Negroes lived in. Being a night with a full moon, I could actually see, and to my glee there she was walking across a field toward the barn.
Up to this point in my life, my total sexual experience was learning to masturbate and the few feels I had copped with Yolanda U. Brown, who was strolling in my direction. My cock had gotten swollen and very hard and my balls were hurting some. My older cousin Vincent had once described blue balls to me and I sensed this was what was happening to me. The anticipation of getting my first pussy was killing me.
I heard her start to climb the ladder and my nervousness and anticipation only increased. When she reached the top, I whispered, “I thought you might not come.”
She giggled and said, “Why you think that Bert? After you fingered my pussy and made me cum, you think I not want to get fucked? Now get out of your clothes white boy.”
She started removing her dress and said, “Come on get those clothes off.” When her dress hit the hay, I could see from the moonlight coming through the cracks that she was totally naked. I couldn’t get naked fast enough.
“Wow you sporting a big one white boy,” she said, “Much bigger than I expected.”
I could see well enough that she had big tits, which I already knew, and that she had a very hairy covered pussy. The pussy itself was not visible.
She moved closer and took hold of my cock, which was standing straight up, and I shivered. She began stroking my cock and I felt like I was going to blow. She shocked me and dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and without warning I blew my load directly in her mouth. The feeling was incredible.
“Damn you,” she said. “I wanted that for my pussy,” and she spit out my cum.
“That’s the trouble with you white boys; you always cum too fast. I’m gonna have to teach you to control yourself better. Just for that, you're gonna have to eat my pussy.”
Eat her pussy - what was that? I had never heard of eating pussy before.
She flopped onto her back and spread her legs and said, “Now eat my pussy, you silly white boy.”
Not knowing what to do, I hesitated, and she said, “Get down here and eat my pussy! I will tell you what to do. Start by licking my pussy lips and then insert your tongue, and you will find I have a button inside. I want you to suck that button.”
I got down on my hands and knees and crawled between her legs and felt her hands on the back of my head as she pulled me to her pussy.
“Now start licking, white boy,” she said.
I stuck out my tongue and found her pussy hair and she pulled me closer. Then my tongue made contact with her pussy lips. I licked up and down and I felt her quiver. The lips parted as I inserted my tongue. She moaned loudly as my tongue made contact with her button.
“Suck that button,” she said.
I took the button in my mouth and started sucking on it. She began thrashing around and moaning very loudly. Luckily the barn was far enough away from out house that no one could hear. As I continued to suck her button, liquid began flowing from her pussy on my tongue and into my mouth. Little did I know, I was getting female cum. It was kind of sweet and not all unpleasant. Then she made a low scream and squeezed my head, with her legs, as she came.
I was not sure what had just happened, but withdrew from her pussy and heard her say, “You did that pretty good for a first timer. Now I’m gonna suck you hard again so you can fuck me.”
She reached for my cock and found an already hard cock. I don’t know if it ever went soft.
“Good,” she said. “I’m not going to have to suck you hard again.”
She laid back and spread her legs and said, “Put that big thing in me.”
Having seen animals breed, I had an idea of what to do. I scooted up close and then rammed my cock at her pussy, as I had seen horses do, but I missed her pussy.
“Damn boy I’m gonna have to teach you how to fuck. Place your cock at the entrance to my pussy and slowly insert it, but go slow.”
I did as she instructed and as my cock entered her pussy I felt the warm wet feeling of a pussy for the first time. It was wonderful. I loved the feeling.
“Keep going till you have it all in and the hold it there,” she said.
I did as she said.
“Now slowly withdraw, but not all the way and the slowly reinsert. Keep this up and slowly increase the pace until you're giving me a good fucking.”
It did not take me long to get the idea. I guess fucking is natural like ducks taking to water.
Soon, I was fucking her so good, and she said, “Now harder, pound me white boy.”
And pound her I did, as I felt cum boiling up from my balls and we both screamed as we came together. I collapsed on top of her totally exhausted.
Later, while in bed, I contemplated while had happen. I had eaten pussy for the first time, although I had not even heard of it before, I had my cock in a girl’s mouth, although for a very short time due to my premature ejaculation, and I fucked a pussy for the first time. Wow what a night.
Before she left, we agreed we both wanted to do this again and again. I loved the sex and she loved how my big cock filled her pussy. During the next couple of months we would meet two times a week, and she taught me how to fuck better, how to eat pussy better, and the hardest part, how to control myself. She also taught me to enjoy blowjobs as she was very good at it.
Then one night as I was fucking her, a voice rang out, “What the hell is going on here?”
I recognize the voice as Rufus, Yolanda’s father. We had been busted.
“Yolanda I knew you had been sneaking out and decided to follow you and see what you were up to. I did not expect to find you fucking this white boy, Bert.”
I don’t know who was scared more, Yolanda or me.
“Yolanda, get the hell out of her and go home, I want to deal with this white boy,” Rufus said.
“Yes daddy,” she said as she rose and started climbing down the ladder.
“Bert, your Daddy and Uncles are good God fearing Southern Baptists. How do you think they would react knowing you were fucking a Negro girl, and one of their sharecropper’s daughters to boot?”
Before I could respond, he said, “You have to pay boy, you have to pay, and pay you will.”
“Rufus, what can I do?” I asked.
“Does she suck your cock?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Well her momma won’t suck cock and I love my cock sucked, so you’re gonna suck my cock,” he said.
“You've got to be joking,” I gasped.
“No joke, white boy, or your daddy, momma and uncles gonna find out you been messing with a Negro girl. Messing and fucking, now get on your knees,” he said.
My mind was whirling. I knew I was in trouble big time. I also knew that my daddy and uncles, let alone my mom, could not find out. What choice did I have? I saw no choice but suck Rufus. I was not a cocksucker and shuddered at the thought. I had heard about queers that sucked men’s cocks, but at that time had never hear the term homosexual.
“I said get on your knees, boy,” Rufus said again and I slowly sank to my knees.
As Rufus approached he began unbuttoning his coveralls and pulled his cock from within. I was shocked when I saw his cock, as it was huge. It must have been at nine inches long and very thick.
He walked up to me and slapped my face with his cock.
“Open your mouth, boy,” he said as he pressed the cock to my lips.
I slowly opened my mouth and he inserted his cock pushing forward till it hit the back of my throat and I began to gag.
“Just relax that throat boy and breath through your nose,” he said as he continued to push his cock into my throat.
I gulped and relaxed the best I could, as he continued to fill my mouth and throat with is cock. After fully seated, he started an in and out motion fucking my mouth and throat like a pussy. I was surprised that I didn’t find what was happening all that unpleasant.
Rufus continued to fuck my mouth and throat until I heard him moan, and he stopped and held tight, as he unloaded his full load directly in my belly. I felt the warmth of his cum as it entered my belly, but did not taste anything until he slowly withdrew his cock and I could taste the tangy and salty cum residue as the head of his cock rode over my tongue.
"You're an natural cocksucker, Bert," he said. "No one has been able to take my cock in their throat the first time."
Yolanda no longer came twice a week it was Rufus who showed up for me to suck him off. It did not take me long to get addicted to cock and cum. We continued to meet until I got drafted and sent to Viet Nam.
After I got discharged from the army and returned home, I found out that Rufus had died from massive heart attack and that Yolanda had married and moved to California.
It was in the army that I found out that I was bisexual. Even though I was addicted to cock and cum, I never lost my love of pussy. Now it is 2015, and I’m still bisexual, albeit an old bisexual.
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 wallboards and peered out in the direction of the clapboard shacks the Negroes lived in. Being a night with a full moon, I could actually see, and to my glee there she was walking across a field toward the barn.
Up to this point in my life, my total sexual experience was learning to masturbate and the few feels I had copped with Yolanda U. Brown, who was strolling in my direction. My cock had gotten swollen and very hard and my balls were hurting some. My older cousin Vincent had once described blue balls to me and I sensed this was what was happening to me. The anticipation of getting my first pussy was killing me.
I heard her start to climb the ladder and my nervousness and anticipation only increased. When she reached the top, I whispered, “I thought you might not come.”
She giggled and said, “Why you think that Bert? After you fingered my pussy and made me cum, you think I not want to get fucked? Now get out of your clothes white boy.”
She started removing her dress and said, “Come on get those clothes off.” When her dress hit the hay, I could see from the moonlight coming through the cracks that she was totally naked. I couldn’t get naked fast enough.
“Wow you sporting a big one white boy,” she said, “Much bigger than I expected.”
I could see well enough that she had big tits, which I already knew, and that she had a very hairy covered pussy. The pussy itself was not visible.
She moved closer and took hold of my cock, which was standing straight up, and I shivered. She began stroking my cock and I felt like I was going to blow. She shocked me and dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and without warning I blew my load directly in her mouth. The feeling was incredible.
“Damn you,” she said. “I wanted that for my pussy,” and she spit out my cum.
“That’s the trouble with you white boys; you always cum too fast. I’m gonna have to teach you to control yourself better. Just for that, you're gonna have to eat my pussy.”
Eat her pussy - what was that? I had never heard of eating pussy before.
She flopped onto her back and spread her legs and said, “Now eat my pussy, you silly white boy.”
Not knowing what to do, I hesitated, and she said, “Get down here and eat my pussy! I will tell you what to do. Start by licking my pussy lips and then insert your tongue, and you will find I have a button inside. I want you to suck that button.”
I got down on my hands and knees and crawled between her legs and felt her hands on the back of my head as she pulled me to her pussy.
“Now start licking, white boy,” she said.
I stuck out my tongue and found her pussy hair and she pulled me closer. Then my tongue made contact with her pussy lips. I licked up and down and I felt her quiver. The lips parted as I inserted my tongue. She moaned loudly as my tongue made contact with her button.
“Suck that button,” she said.
I took the button in my mouth and started sucking on it. She began thrashing around and moaning very loudly. Luckily the barn was far enough away from out house that no one could hear. As I continued to suck her button, liquid began flowing from her pussy on my tongue and into my mouth. Little did I know, I was getting female cum. It was kind of sweet and not all unpleasant. Then she made a low scream and squeezed my head, with her legs, as she came.
I was not sure what had just happened, but withdrew from her pussy and heard her say, “You did that pretty good for a first timer. Now I’m gonna suck you hard again so you can fuck me.”
She reached for my cock and found an already hard cock. I don’t know if it ever went soft.
“Good,” she said. “I’m not going to have to suck you hard again.”
She laid back and spread her legs and said, “Put that big thing in me.”
Having seen animals breed, I had an idea of what to do. I scooted up close and then rammed my cock at her pussy, as I had seen horses do, but I missed her pussy.
“Damn boy I’m gonna have to teach you how to fuck. Place your cock at the entrance to my pussy and slowly insert it, but go slow.”
I did as she instructed and as my cock entered her pussy I felt the warm wet feeling of a pussy for the first time. It was wonderful. I loved the feeling.
“Keep going till you have it all in and the hold it there,” she said.
I did as she said.
“Now slowly withdraw, but not all the way and the slowly reinsert. Keep this up and slowly increase the pace until you're giving me a good fucking.”
It did not take me long to get the idea. I guess fucking is natural like ducks taking to water.
Soon, I was fucking her so good, and she said, “Now harder, pound me white boy.”
And pound her I did, as I felt cum boiling up from my balls and we both screamed as we came together. I collapsed on top of her totally exhausted.
Later, while in bed, I contemplated while had happen. I had eaten pussy for the first time, although I had not even heard of it before, I had my cock in a girl’s mouth, although for a very short time due to my premature ejaculation, and I fucked a pussy for the first time. Wow what a night.
Before she left, we agreed we both wanted to do this again and again. I loved the sex and she loved how my big cock filled her pussy. During the next couple of months we would meet two times a week, and she taught me how to fuck better, how to eat pussy better, and the hardest part, how to control myself. She also taught me to enjoy blowjobs as she was very good at it.
Then one night as I was fucking her, a voice rang out, “What the hell is going on here?”
I recognize the voice as Rufus, Yolanda’s father. We had been busted.
“Yolanda I knew you had been sneaking out and decided to follow you and see what you were up to. I did not expect to find you fucking this white boy, Bert.”
I don’t know who was scared more, Yolanda or me.
“Yolanda, get the hell out of her and go home, I want to deal with this white boy,” Rufus said.
“Yes daddy,” she said as she rose and started climbing down the ladder.
“Bert, your Daddy and Uncles are good God fearing Southern Baptists. How do you think they would react knowing you were fucking a Negro girl, and one of their sharecropper’s daughters to boot?”
Before I could respond, he said, “You have to pay boy, you have to pay, and pay you will.”
“Rufus, what can I do?” I asked.
“Does she suck your cock?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Well her momma won’t suck cock and I love my cock sucked, so you’re gonna suck my cock,” he said.
“You've got to be joking,” I gasped.
“No joke, white boy, or your daddy, momma and uncles gonna find out you been messing with a Negro girl. Messing and fucking, now get on your knees,” he said.
My mind was whirling. I knew I was in trouble big time. I also knew that my daddy and uncles, let alone my mom, could not find out. What choice did I have? I saw no choice but suck Rufus. I was not a cocksucker and shuddered at the thought. I had heard about queers that sucked men’s cocks, but at that time had never hear the term homosexual.
“I said get on your knees, boy,” Rufus said again and I slowly sank to my knees.
As Rufus approached he began unbuttoning his coveralls and pulled his cock from within. I was shocked when I saw his cock, as it was huge. It must have been at nine inches long and very thick.
He walked up to me and slapped my face with his cock.
“Open your mouth, boy,” he said as he pressed the cock to my lips.
I slowly opened my mouth and he inserted his cock pushing forward till it hit the back of my throat and I began to gag.
“Just relax that throat boy and breath through your nose,” he said as he continued to push his cock into my throat.
I gulped and relaxed the best I could, as he continued to fill my mouth and throat with is cock. After fully seated, he started an in and out motion fucking my mouth and throat like a pussy. I was surprised that I didn’t find what was happening all that unpleasant.
Rufus continued to fuck my mouth and throat until I heard him moan, and he stopped and held tight, as he unloaded his full load directly in my belly. I felt the warmth of his cum as it entered my belly, but did not taste anything until he slowly withdrew his cock and I could taste the tangy and salty cum residue as the head of his cock rode over my tongue.
"You're an natural cocksucker, Bert," he said. "No one has been able to take my cock in their throat the first time."
Yolanda no longer came twice a week it was Rufus who showed up for me to suck him off. It did not take me long to get addicted to cock and cum. We continued to meet until I got drafted and sent to Viet Nam.
After I got discharged from the army and returned home, I found out that Rufus had died from massive heart attack and that Yolanda had married and moved to California.
It was in the army that I found out that I was bisexual. Even though I was addicted to cock and cum, I never lost my love of pussy. Now it is 2015, and I’m still bisexual, albeit an old bisexual.
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