Southern Boy

Southern Boy


When I was 16 my best friend , James and I would slip into a private lake and go swimming. James was more worldly than I and had been dating girls for over a year or two. To hear him tell it he got into most of their pants. I don’t know if it was true or not…. I just liked to hear the stories. He was already 17 and was stoutly built and had the gift of gab when it came to the fairer sex.

I on the other hand was skinny and short almost 5′ 6” I was also shy when it came to one on one conversations with girls. I had only kissed one girl and that was at a birthday party where they were playing spin the bottle. Oh! My name is Wolf. Well actually that is my nickname, When I was 6 or 7 I saw one of Jack London’s stories that was made into a movie. It had wolves howling and fighting. The whole summer after seeing the movie I ran around howling and growling and every one began calling me wolf…. Even my Teachers at school called me Wolf.

The private lake was owned by the local saw mill owner. He allowed his workers and their families to use the Lake and during the summer it was always full of Picnickers. But during the week rarely was used.

James and I decided to go swimming on a Tuesday . On Wednesday his girl friends parents went to their office in the big city. He could spend the whole day with her.

We were laughing and jumping around and splashing when a movement caught our eye. Being afraid of getting caught and yet being curious we quietly edged our way toward where we saw the movement. The bank curved to the right for about 20′ then curved back to the left for 25′ then back to the right again. Straight across from where it first curved was a huge oak. Beside that old Oak was a big black woman fishing.

What got our attention was … she has sitting on an old folding chair, wearing a dress with the dress pulled up. Her legs were spread and we could see her pussy. The top part of her dress had the buttons undone and her big titties were almost jumping out.

She looked at us and it seemed she didn’t care if we looked, “What you white boys looking at.”

James answered, “A big pussy.”

“Don’t you know you came out of one of those.”

James knew a lot of jokes and had just recently heard one that would fit here. “Yes but that is the first one big enough for me to crawl back into.” She laughed at that.

“You little white boy,” she pointed at me… “You can close yore mouth, ain’t you never seen one before?”

I said, “No Ma’am.”

She chuckled, “No Ma’am… now ain’t you the polite one.”

Her and James bandied words back and forth, while all I wanted to do was get so I could see her pussy better. She looked at me and said, “ If ‘n you want a better look climb on up here.”

In 2 seconds flat James and I was standing beside her…swimming was forgotten. She had pulled in her line and lay her pole aside. She asked our names and we told her.

“Well Wolf if you want to see better bend down and take a look,” she spread her legs more.