Pinto Stone's Luck

by Liz Ardwall

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WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity
among young teenagers. The author does not encourage nor condone
the reading of this story by anyone forbidden by law to do so. By
continuing to read, you accept sole responsibility for your
action.

If you consider a bisexual or interracial story to be offensive,
please leave now. The author doesn't want to hear about it.

Please note the following story content codes:

bisexual, interracial, group cons preg 1st mf young teens mm anal

SUMMARY: A black boy comes of age in his mama's rural South
Georgia cabin camp that caters to migratory agricultural workers.

DISCLAIMER: This story is entirely a work of fiction. No
resemblance to actual persons or places is intended. Descriptions
of unprotected sexual acts are not meant to encourage the reader
to engage in unsafe behavior.

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Pinto Stone's Story: Part I - Pinto's Luck

Thirteen-year-old Pinto Stone was surrounded in the outdoor
shower by wet, soapy females whose naked bodies slid against his
own as they washed. Sometimes their hands rubbed the black boy's
slippery skin and wandered down to stroke his hard,
three-and-a-half-inch dick. Pinto was certain what he was doing
had to be the best job in the whole world.

His great grandfather, old Thomas Jefferson Stone, had built the
first six cabins on his worn out farm back in the thirties, when
he'd seen the usefulness of a resting place for motorists on the
bumpy byway that led from west central Georgia to Tallahassee.
After the World War, his son had married one of the notorious
Miss Pinky's daughters; they built more cabins to accommodate the
increasing number of Mexican migrants who came to the county to
pick strawberries.

The couple's sons moved north to work in the automobile factories
in Michigan. Their older daughters married men who settled in
Atlanta. Only their youngest girl had stayed to help run the
camp, and eventually take it over for herself and her love-child
son.

Now was their busy time, when they hoped to make enough money to
last them until next season. The twenty little, separate
cottages, now known as "Mama's Cabins," were jammed full of
agricultural workers and their large, extended families, often
sleeping a dozen in a room.

It was young Pinto Stone's task to operate the shower for the
sweaty migrant workers at the end of their long day. The bathing
facility was simple and open; raised on a platform of sturdy
beams, a large tank of rainwater with holes in the bottom could
splash a cool deluge down on more than twenty bathers at a time.

"Y'all get ready," the black boy called to the first group of the
day.

Pinto cranked open the plug that released a shower of water onto
his bare-assed thirteen-year-old body and the naked bodies of two
dozen Mexican women and girls. All were stinky and damp from a
long day's backbreaking labor picking strawberries in the fields
of the farms that surrounded Pinto's mama's camp of twenty
cabins.

When everybody was wet, Pinto reversed the cranking to close the
holes and stem the shower. Several bars of homemade soap were
kept busy lathering the holders and the bodies of their nearby
companions. The women and girls seemed to take an especial
delight in soaping the body of the unusually pigmented boy.

In his usual outfit of T-shirt and mid-thigh shorts, the black
boy's smooth, brown face, arms, and legs were unremarkable. His
short, kinky hair, broad, flat nose, and generous lips were
typically African. Naked, his inheritance from his albino great
grandmother was revealed in a piebald painting of pink, grey, and
tan patches that covered his slim upper body and narrow hips. The
Mexicans called him "Chico Pio," or "painted boy."

Young Pinto proudly claimed descent from his well-known great
grandmother, who was something of a local legend. It was said she
had been a girl and a woman of beauty and allure that persisted
well on toward her fiftieth year. She was called Pinky, from
being a pure albino - a freak of nature unknown among her
ancestors.

Her hair was pale yellow, though short and tightly curled as any
African's. Her skin was pale pink and required her to carry a
parasol for protection against sunburn. Her wide, flat nose and
thick lips denied any chance of passing for white, but it had
been said by her children that such an idea had never occurred to
the lady.

Her figure was curvaceous and enticing; at an early age, she had
learned that men would be generous if allowed to enjoy her
intimate company. She had demonstrated a varied and imaginative
talent for the acts of love and an insatiable appetite. It was
said that she sold her favors for a dollar to the men of the
county, and that most of the male residents, white and black, had
at some time found the investment rewarding.

She had borne eighteen children, including two sets of twins;
none showed a trace of her odd pigmentation - they ranged in
solid colors from the cafe au lait offspring of her white lovers
to the coal black son of a coal black daddy.

Pinky had claimed to know the father of every one of her
children, even when she had enjoyed the company of twenty
different men before evidence of her impregnation appeared. She
gave the information to her children and made sure that each man
was aware of the identity of his progeny. To the present day, her
descendants and some of the county's most prominent families,
both white and black, discreetly acknowledged their relationship.

The next generation produced many grandchildren, of whom four,
two boys and two girls, had skin mottled in the manner of Pinto
Stone's. Among her great grandchildren, only Pinto wore her mark;
his parents were monochrome cousins of the third generation, who
conceived him when they were fourteen.

From his earliest years, the boy's maternal grandparents and his
mother had taught him to accept and enjoy his difference. He had
grown up secure in the belief that single-colored skin was in no
way superior to his unusual decoration. Never bashful, he eagerly
joined his childhood peers skinny dipping in the ponds and
streams of the countryside and cheerfully accepted and encouraged
their curious manual exploration of his skin.

As Pinto reached the age of puberty, he began to enjoy the
playful touching that stimulated to erection the newly found toy
between his legs. Hard, his little prick showed the same mottled
coloring as his torso; he urged his curious companions to touch
it with their fingers, while their hands explored the skin of his
body.

Surrounded on this day by the soapy women and girls in the
shower, Pinto had achieved a particularly excited state of
stimulation. The others watched with amusement, and some with
envy, as a caramel-skinned girl of his own age stroked her slick
fingers along his erect organ until it throbbed in her fist, and
Pinto cried out in awe at the overwhelming new sensation she had
provoked. The girl's slippery rubbing had been so much better
than his own fingers could do.

As Pinto's body trembled in the aftermath of his climax, the girl
embraced him and whispered in his ear, "My name is Eva. Come to
the pond after you finish showering the men, and my brother,
Diego, and I will show you something you will enjoy."

"I'll come," Pinto assured her. "Can we do that again?"

"You'll see, Chico Pio," she said mysteriously.

Pinto manipulated the crank to open the shower and rinse off the
soapy females. Groups of men and boys followed, joining the
always naked Pinto under the shower tank. It seemed to the boy
that the second group of men were more active in their soapy play
than usual; he wondered if the women and girls had gossiped about
his earlier excitement.

In addition to the usual curious tracing of his painted patches,
older boys ran soapy fingers along Pinto's ass crack. Pinto found
the action to be surprisingly stimulating, especially while other
hands caressed his erect prick and his tight, little ball sac.
Hands roaming over his slippery chest stimulated his small
nipples to sensitive hardness. Pinto was so distracted by the
sensations in all parts of his excited young body that one of the
older men had to shake him and tell him it was time to rinse.

During the soaping of the last group of men, a smiling,
brown-skinned boy a year or two older than Pinto wrapped a soapy
arm around Pinto's body and took hold of his hard little dick. As
he rubbed his fingers along its length, he said into Pinto's ear,
"I'm Diego. My sister Eva said she played with you, and you liked
it. Come to the pond, Chico Pio, and we'll play some more."

Diego reached to run his finger along Pinto's slippery ass
crease. When he felt the younger boy's dick jump in response, he
gave it a parting squeeze and stepped away. He grinned at Pinto,
who watched with fascination as the boy's soapy fist stroked his
own hard cock, which was much larger than Pinto's, though smaller
than those of the grown men. Pinto looked at it hungrily,
yearning to take it in his own hand and feel it throb in his
tight fist. But it was time to rinse, and he had to go and work
the crank. When he looked for Diego, the boy was gone.

As the migrants drifted away toward their cabins, Pinto snatched
up his shirt and shorts and ran naked along the path to the
swimming pond. When he saw Diego and Eva splashing in the water,
Pinto's dick sprang to attention. He charged into the water,
eager to get his hands on his new playmates.

Pinto fell forward onto his belly and dog paddled and kicked
awkwardly as he made his way toward Eva. He'd been swimming in
the pond since he was a toddler, but no one had ever taught him
how to really do it. When he reached the pair, his feet dropped
to the soft, muddy bottom. He and Eva were in water up to their
necks, while Diego stood chest deep.

The brother and sister embraced the black boy and ran their hands
all over his slippery skin. Pinto's palms caressed Eva's budding
breast mounds; then he rubbed a finger along her hairless pussy
crease while his other fist grasped Diego's floppy prick. Eva
stroked Pinto's dick and Diego's exploring finger teased the
crack of the black boy's butt, until all three of the youngsters
were sexually aroused.

Eva and Diego led Pinto by either hand to the bank of the pond.
The girl lay on the grass with her knees spread wide. Diego told
the boy, "Lie down there between her legs and kiss her little
slit."

Pinto did as he was bidden, pressing his hard dick into the soft
grass and licking his tongue along the pale fold in front of the
girl's hairless groin. It spread open like a blossoming flower;
he licked again along the pink lips and found a button at the
top. He nibbled and licked it as if it was a nipple, and Eva
squirmed and squealed, "Eeeee!"

Pinto kissed and licked Eva's sensitive little clit until she was
shrieking with exquisite pleasure. He slurped his tongue along
her open, wet slit, and then curled it and pushed into her hole.
When he returned to nibble her clit, Eva screamed and thrashed
and shuddered as if she was having a fit. Pinto hung on tightly,
worried that he had hurt the young girl.

Pinto rested his cheek on the girl's heaving belly until she
caught her breath.

"I'm sorry, Eva," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt y'all."

Beside him, Diego laughed. Eva said, "Oh, no, Pio. That was the
good feeling. You did it just right."

Pinto raised his face, wet with Eva's pussy juice, and grinned at
her.

Eva pulled at Pinto's shoulders with her hands. "Come up now and
put your boy stick in my hole."

Pinto gasped. Over the years, from time to time he had seen some
of his elders lying, boy with girl, by the pond, but he never
thought he would get to do it. His prick throbbed with
anticipation as he climbed forward between the open legs of the
willing girl.

"Help him, Diego," Eva said.

Pinto felt Diego's fingers grasp his prick and pull it toward
Eva's body; he rubbed the end along the girl's pussy slit.

"Ooooh, yes," Eva cooed. "Put it in me now."

Diego positioned the head of Pinto's boy cock at Eva's opening.
The Mexican youth pressed down on Pinto's bottom and watched the
boy's mottled dick slide into his sister's cunt hole.

"Ohhhh," Pinto and Eva groaned together. They moaned again when
Pinto's groin pressed against the girl's hairless pussy.

"Oh, Eva," Pinto said. "Your hole's hot and tight and slick."

"Oh, Pio, your prick is filling me. It feels so good."

"Did it hurt?" Pinto asked. "I thought I'd have to break
something."

Eva laughed. "Diego broke my cherry when we were little. We used
to do it a lot, but we had to stop when he started making
sperms."

"I don't make any juice yet," Pinto said.

"I know," Eva said. "I'm so happy to feel a boy's stick in my
hole again."

Diego told Pinto, "Now move it in and out. Be careful not to pull
too far."

Pinto drew back almost to the end of his prick and then plunged
back into Eva's tight pussy.

"Ooooh," the two youngsters crooned in delight.

Pinto moved out and in, drawing happy moans from Eva with each
thrust. He felt Diego's palm cup his ball sac; then the Mexican
boy slid a finger into his sister's hole and rubbed it along
Pinto's prick.

"Ohhhh, I feel your finger on my dick," Pinto said. "That feels
good."

Diego added a second finger. Pinto moaned happily.

Eva said, "Diego, you're stretching my hole."

"Just for a moment," Diego said, feeling Pinto's hard prick rub
along his fingers while the boy's soft bag of marbles brushed his
palm on each stroke.

Diego pulled his fingers free. Pinto felt a slippery fingertip
rub circles on his sensitive butt hole.

"Ahhhh, Diego," he said. "That feels nice."

Diego worked his slick finger into Pinto's tight opening. He
probed as deep as he could stretch his digit, and Pinto grunted
in pleasure when his dick jumped.

"What was that?" Pinto asked.

"That's your happy button," Diego said. "Every boy has a spot in
his bottom that feels good when you rub it."

"Rub it some more, Diego," Pinto begged.

Diego added a second finger and stirred them around, stretching
Pinto's hole, before shoving in and making the boy's dick jerk
with pleasure.

Pinto felt Diego's fingers move to dip into Eva's pussy hole for
a moment. Then something thicker rubbed his ass hole.

"That y'all's thumb?" Pinto asked.

"This is gonna feel nice," Diego assured him.

Diego stirred the hard knob of his cock around Pinto's slippery
opening; the boy's hungry ass lips nibbled at Diego's prick and
sucked in the head.

"Ohhhh!" Pinto cried. "It stings. Y'all be stretchin' me."

"Just for a moment, Pio," Diego said soothingly. "Then I'll rub
your button again. Stir your dick in Eva's pussy hole and you'll
feel better."

Pinto squirmed his hips, making Eva moan, while Diego's dick
pushed ever further into the boy's tight hole. Pinto grunted when
the Mexican boy's hard cock drilled deep into his butt and he
felt Diego's sparse pubic hairs against his bottom.

"Is it all right?" the invader asked.

"Yes, it's good. Ohhhh, Eva. Diego's big stick is stuffin' me
just like mine's fillin' y'all."

"Yes, Pio," the girl said. "You're the meat in a brother and
sister sandwich."

Diego pulled back and slid his dick into Pinto's butt again.

"Ooooh," Pinto sighed. "I like this sandwich."

Pinto pushed his hips up and pulled most of his dick out of Eva's
pussy. Diego pulled back his cock in Pinto's butt. When Pinto
pressed forward into Eva's hole, Diego's dick fell free.

"Ohhhh," both boys groaned in disappointment.

Diego positioned his dick at Pinto's opening and shoved it in
again.

"Ooooh, yes," Pinto sighed. "Don't take it out again."

They got into the rhythm. Diego pulled back, and then Pinto
withdrew from Eva's cunt hole and shoved his tight butt along the
stiff Mexican prick behind him. Then the weight of both boys'
hips drove Pinto's hard dick deep into Eva's pussy, making her
grunt with pleasure. The black boy groaned in bliss when Diego's
hard cock bumped his prostate and made his dick jerk inside Eva's
hole.

Pinto was getting hotter and hotter from the feeling of his dick
sliding in Eva's tight pussy and Diego's hard cock filling his
butt and hitting his button. He saw that a group of onlookers had
begun to form around the three rutting teenagers; being watched
by their lustful eyes only increased Pinto's excitement. He felt
his dick swelling and throbbing; his nuts in their little sac
were trying to climb inside him.

"Ohhhh," he cried. "I'm getting the feeling."

"Me too," Eva moaned. "Make me cum, Pio."

"Yes, Pio," Diego said, stroking his dick in Pinto's tight butt.
"Make my sister cum with your hard prick."

Pinto moaned in ecstasy as he felt his cock throb and jerk; it
burned with the exquisite sensation of a young boy's spermless
orgasm.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" Eva cried out in bliss, as she wriggled and
shuddered beneath the trembling black boy; Pinto's arms held her
tightly, feeling her pussy hole clench his excited prick.

Diego groaned in pleasure as Pinto's tight butt hole squeezed his
dick, milking his spunk from his balls. His hard shaft throbbed
and pulsed, and he shot a burst of jism into the black boy's
tight hole.

"Ohhhh!" Pinto exclaimed. "Y'all be squirtin' sperms in my
booty."

"Ohhhh," Eva moaned. "I'm jealous. I never felt that."

"Ohhhh," Diego sighed. "It feels so good to shoot my juice inside
a tight hole."

The boys pumped their dicks until the feeling passed and Diego
was drained. Eva was humming softly, clutching Pinto's back and
feeling Diego's chest pressing on her hands.

Pinto looked toward the pond and saw one of the nude Mexican men
who had been swimming pump his hard cock with his fist and shoot
a string of cream out of his prick onto the grass. A naked girl
had dropped to the ground and was moaning as her fingers dug into
her cunt. The black boy's dick throbbed in Eva's pussy; Diego's
big meat filled his butt. He thought he'd never, ever felt so
good.

After a while, Eva complained, "You boys are mashing me."

Diego pulled his limp cock out of Pinto's sloppy butt hole and
rolled to the side. Pinto drew himself out of Eva's wet pussy and
squirmed to the other side. The boys embraced the contented girl,
resting against her small, warm body.

A girl who had been watching the trio approached them. Pinto
recognized her as Maria, one of the girls whose fine, big tits he
had soaped while they showered.

"Oh, Chico Pio," she said, "watching you made me so excited." Her
hand rubbed Pinto's cock, which quickly filled again to a hard
little rod. "Rub your boy stick in my itchy pussy, Chico Pio.
Make me cum with your hot little pinga."

"Let me do it," offered Diego, always eager to poke whomever was
willing. "My cock is bigger than that little boy's toothpick.
I'll make you feel real good."

"Chico Pio's cock is big enough, Diego," said Maria. "I have a
novio - I don't want to catch a baby from you. Pio doesn't shoot
yet - he'll make me feel good, and I won't be sorry."

Pinto was happy for the chance at his second woman. He pulled at
Maria's hand, and she dropped beside him on the grass.

"Come and get me, little man," she invited, spreading her knees
and holding out her arms.

Pinto crawled into her embrace and aimed his prick toward her
entrance. He stirred her opening, which soon sucked his hard
shaft into her hole.

"Oh, Pio," Maria sighed, "it's good. Move it inside me and give
me the good feeling. Make your pinga twitch and jerk in me with
your heat. I love to make a boy get the feeling."

Maria was bigger than Pinto; as he lay atop her soft body, the
top of his head didn't reach her chin. His face moved to one of
her big, soft tits; his lips nibbled her nipple while his tongue
flicked it with teasing tickles. One of his hands moved to
Maria's other tit and twiddled her hard nub between his thumb and
finger. His hard cock thrust in and out of the girl's slippery
pussy.

The big girl moaned in pleasure. "Oh, Pio," she crooned, "you're
making me feel so good. You're a real stud, little man. Pump your
hard prick into my pussy till we both get the feeling."

Pinto felt like his dick was getting harder than it had ever
been. His little balls were drawing tight up against his groin;
they seemed to tingle in a new way, as if someone were squeezing
them. He looked around for Diego, but saw him lying with Eva,
watching Pinto fuck the big girl.

"Oh, Pio," Maria cried. "You're making me cum."

Maria's body tensed; she thrashed beneath her young lover. Pinto
hung on like he was riding a bucking raft through river rapids.
The girl's cunt squeezed his excited prick, milking it as if her
fingers were coaxing issue from the tits of a cow. Pinto's groin
exploded with pleasure; he thrust his hot cock as deep as he
could into Maria's clutching vagina and felt his young dick throb
and pulse like never before. He almost fainted from the
excitement.

When Maria's wild climax subsided, Pinto rested his face on her
big, soft tit and smiled up at her. "Oh, Maria," he sighed, "that
felt better than ever."

"Chico Pio," Maria said, "you're a real little stud. Now let me
up; I have to go help Mama fix supper."

Pinto reluctantly pulled his softening cock from Maria's pussy
and pushed himself up to his knees. He squeezed his dick, and
watched a bead of fluid ooze from his piss hole and fall in a
thread onto Maria's thigh.

"Oh, Pio," the girl said curiously. "Did you make juice?"

She ran her finger over the drop on her leg and licked it,
tasting the flavor.

"Chico Pio," she exclaimed. "You're a real man now. You shot your
sperm into my pussy."

Pinto looked at the girl in awe. "Maria, do you think I made a
baby?"

"I don't know, Pio," Maria said. "I've heard it's lucky for a
girl to take a young boy's first squirt of seed. Whatever
happens, it will be good luck."

They got up; Maria found her dress and disappeared up the path to
the cabins.

Pinto felt very grown up as he walked back to have dinner with
his mama.

The next day when Pinto showered the women and girls, Maria
grabbed his wet body and danced him around.

"I won the number, Chico Pio," she shouted joyfully. "I got $50,
and all from your luck."

Later, after the men had showered, Pinto made love by the
swimming pond again with Eva and Maria. Diego had protested that
Pinto's new potency would make a baby in Eva's little belly, but
the girl said she didn't care; Pinto knew how to make her feel
good, and any baby of his would be lucky. Diego had shrugged and
pumped his cock into Pinto's ass, helping drive the black boy's
dick to squirt its seed deep into his little sister's thirsty
womb.

When they lay resting afterward, a Mexican boy about seventeen
approached them. Pinto recognized him as Fernando, Maria's
boyfriend. He worried for a moment that Fernando was upset that
the black boy had shot his sperm into Maria's pussy.

"I'm sorry, Fernando," he said before the Mexican teenager could
speak. "I didn't know I was going to do that to Maria."

"That's all right, Chico Pio," said Fernando. "You gave her good
luck. Now I need you to give me your luck. I want to ask Maria to
marry me."

The black boy figured that Maria's sudden wealth must represent a
sufficient self-endowed dowry to have lured her boyfriend into
matrimony, even if her first-born child might look like Pinto.

"What'll we do, Fernando?" he asked.

"Lie there on the grass on your back, Pio."

Pinto eagerly complied. Was the macho Mexican teenager going to
suck his dick? He watched the boy kneel between his legs.

Fernando spread the black boy's knees apart and then pushed them
toward his shoulders, folding Pinto's supple, young body into a
"U." The boy's ankles rested on the Mexican stud's shoulders.
Fernando spit into his hand and slicked his hard cock; then he
guided the head to Pinto's hole, still slippery with Diego's
spunk.

Pinto wiggled his butt and pushed back against Fernando's hard
prick, He knew it was bigger than Diego's; he wanted to see how
it would fill his booty. Fernando stirred the knob around Pinto's
entrance until it slipped inside.

"Owwww!" cried Pinto. "Stop. It hurts. It's too big."

"It's stretching your hole, Pio," Fernando said. "We'll just wait
a moment until you get used to it. Don't try to get it out. It'll
feel real good soon."

"OK," said Pinto. "I hope so."

Fernando swivelled his hips, massaging the head of his cock
around Pinto's tender, expanded opening.

"Uhhhh," Pinto groaned. He took a deep breath. Then he hunched
his butt upward, taking in another inch of Fernando's fat pole.
"Ahhhh," the boy sighed. "Yes, Fernando. Shove your big dick in
me now."

Fernando grabbed Pinto's shoulders and moved his hips forward;
the length of his shaft slid slowly into the black boy's tight,
young ass hole. Finally, Fernando's curly pubes pushed against
Pinto's balls.

"Ohhhh," Pinto moaned. "It's all inside me. My booty's filled up
with some big meat. It feels good."

Fernando pumped his long, fat cock in and out of the black boy's
tight, slick hole. Pinto moaned with pleasure when the big knob
bumped over his prostate and made the boy's dick twitch with a
pulse of heat.

"Your dick is jumping," Fernando said. "You love it. Chico Pio,
you're a real pussy boy."

"I'm not a pussy boy," Pinto protested. "I'm a stud boy who
squirted my sperms inside two girls. I just like a boy's big
stick in my butt hole."

The Mexican youth buried his hard shaft deep inside the black
boy's ass and leaned forward to grasp Pinto's shoulders. He took
a breath and let it out, and then bent down to take the head of
Pinto's hard dick in his mouth. The boy moaned in delight; the
growing crowd of onlookers gasped in surprise.

Fernando pumped his cock out and into Pinto's tight butt; then he
slid his lips along half of the black boy's dick.

"Ohhhh," Pinto moaned. "It's better than being in a sandwich."

Fernando coordinated his movements, sliding his prick in and out
while he sucked nearly all of Pinto's excited boy cock.

"Fernando," Pinto cried, "I'm gonna shoot."

"Mmmmm," the Mexican stud hummed as he sucked and fucked faster.

"Ahhhh!" Pinto groaned, as he scrunched his eyes tightly closed
and beat his fists on the grass. His hips wriggled wildly as
Fernando sucked the boy's dick to the root and gulped down the
first gush of boy spunk. The Mexican buried his cock deep in
Pinto's butt and felt it clench with the boy's orgasmic spasms.
His own sperm rose in his balls and throbbed and pulsed through
his excited prick into the black boy's milking ass.

Finally both boys were drained of jism. Fernando's mouth released
Pinto's dick as he unfolded his sharply bent belly. The boy's
legs slid down toward the ground as Fernando limply collapsed
forward onto the panting black boy. They both groaned when the
Mexican's softening cock pulled free. They lay together, feeling
very good.

"Y'all can do that again any time," Pinto declared.

"Oh, Pio, you can bet on it. Your milk was sweet. I'm sure it's
lucky."

Those who'd been watching their hot session had drifted away.
Fernando and Pinto found their clothes and got dressed.

"I've got your luck, Chico Pio," Fernando said. "I'm going now to
ask for Maria's hand." He waved and ran toward the cabins.

Pinto strolled leisurely back to his mama's house. Supper was
ready. He assured his mother he'd had a nice day. They'd almost
finished eating when Pinto heard someone outside calling his
Mexican name, "Chico Pio! Chico Pio!"

He went out onto the porch and saw it was Fernando, wearing a
smile from ear to ear. A small crowd of migrants had followed
him: men and women, girls and boys. Pinto recognized Eva and
Diego among them.

"Pio!" said Fernando, when Pinto came outside. "She said yes! The
luck you gave me was very good. Maria is going to marry me."

One of the women in the crowd asked Fernando in English, "How did
that boy give you luck?"

"The same way he gave his luck to Maria when she hit the number,"
Fernando answered. "I drank Chico Pio's lucky sex juice, just as
Maria took it into her pussy. If you take Pio's leche, it will
give you good luck."

Pinto heard the crowd murmuring among themselves in Spanish. Then
an older woman's voice called out, "Give me some luck, Chico
Pio."

He spotted the speaker: she was short and very fat. No prize for
him, after he'd had fun with Eva and Diego and the handsome
Fernando.

"Let me have some," called a man's voice that sounded a bit
effeminate. Pinto knew he wasn't going to get lucky either.

The boy wasn't that horny; really more hungry. He'd had sex
already at the pond.

A pretty girl, about fifteen, wearing a blouse whose low-cut
front showed the tops of her firm breasts, ran out of the crowd
toward the porch. "Give it to me, Pio," she said coquettishly.

"I have to finish my supper," said Pinto. "I'll find y'all behind
the shower in 'bout an hour. OK?"

"Si, Pio," she said. "My name is Carla. I'll be ready for you."
She flashed him a big smile and ran back to the crowd.

Pinto turned and grinned at his smiling mother, who had silently
taken in the proceedings. He realized he'd have to give some kind
of sanitized explanation when they sat back down at the table.

He knew he'd think of something. His quick mind would find a way
to let him enjoy the fruits of the fame Maria and Fernando had
given him.

"If Carla wins something," he thought, "I'll be set for life." He
felt his dick swelling in his shorts as he followed his mother
inside.

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The end of Part I of Pinto Stone's story.

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