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 Choctaw

   A boy's first experience.  Story contains sexual experiences between two
consenting adults in backwater Mississippi.

   The year was 1960, the place was Mississippi.  Racially charged, hot,
sweaty, a place where damn near anything goes if you are white.  I was
there, a transplant from the north, moved there by a chance of fate over
which I had no control.

   My Boston roots, my accent strange to those around me, theirs' almost
unintelligible to me.  My own naiveté had landed me a job on a local radio
station simply because of my accent.  My tiny town celebrity gained me
so-called friends who had no idea who I was or why I was there, only that I
was on the radio.  Small fish in an even smaller pond.

   It was Saturday afternoon.  I'd found myself being dragged along to a
roadhouse along a river bank, a county road passing by.  They ordered beer,
me a soda.  They laughed at that.  Them ain't called sodas, theys Cokes.  I
don't want a Coke.  I'd rather have a grape drink.  Well, thas OK, but
theys Cokes.  Everything was a Coke to them.  We moved to the pool table.

   The place was dirty.  Ground in red clay on the rough concrete floor, a
smell of stale cigarettes and deep fried everything.  Patsy Cline on the
juke box, and old Wurlitzer, Crazy.  A girl of maybe 18, skinny, black hair
hanging straight down to her waist.  Jeans, a white peasant blouse
obviously well worn, black suede loafers, no socks, moving silently from
table to table taking orders.  She came to the pool table.

   Wha'chall want?  Her accent was deep south, her face oval, cheek bones
prominent, bangs hanging down to her eyes.  Her skin a deep even tan.  It
looked smooth.  She smelled good.  She tossed her hair back and looked at
me.  Dark eyes, very dark, darker than any I had ever seen.  I seen you
before?  No, I don't think so.  I'm new here.  I knows where I knows you
from.  You that new disc jockey on the radio, aincha?  I nodded, slightly
embarrassed at my new found supposed fame that I certainly didn't feel.

   Fuck off, breed.  He ain't here for the likes of you.  She looked down
and moved away.  What'd you say that to her for?  Donchu know nothing? 
She's a breed.  Half Choctaw half nigger.  Don' nobody have nothing to do
with her.  She ain't nothing but trouble.  I looked toward the swinging
half door that lead to the kitchen, wondering why she was trouble.

   The day dragged on, the girl stayed away from us, beers and grape drinks
ordered from another.  By four o'clock we moved on.  But Sunday found me
back at the bar.  She was there.

   Why you come back?  You hang out with them boys?  You seem better'n
them. She stood beside me as I leaned against the pool table.  I don't
know. I guess I wanted to tell you that they shouldn't have said things
like that to you.  They said you are half Indian and half - uh - well, they
said half nigger.  Ain't so.  I'm all Choctaw.  Hunert percent.  They says
that `cause I been with some niggers.  How old you, boy?

   Sixteen.  You ever been with a woman?  No.  Not yet anyway.  I felt a
bead of sweat roll down my back.  I felt strangely attracted and cornered.
You wanna be with me?  You seem nice.  I'll show you what to do if'n you
want.  You don't have to pay me nothin.

   Four o'clock found Tally Boyd, 100% Choctaw, snuggled beside me as we
drove half a mile up river and parked in the shade near a small waterfall.
As we drove the short distance she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open
so I could see her bra, a cheap white cotton Woolworth special that looked
as if it had been washed many times.  I could barely see the tops of her
high firm breasts.  I ain't had no chillren yet.  I been fucked a lot a
times but ain't never been knocked.  I's clean though.  You don have to
worry `bout nothin with me.  She unbuttoned her jeans and snaked out of
them as we reached a spot she knew.  I been fucked here before.  Ain't
never been bothered.  We could go to that motel up on 6 if'n you want?  I
shook my head.  I didn't want to do anything but park the car and touch
this girl.

   How old are you?  I told you how old I am.  I's 20.  Be twenty one next
March.  Been on my own since I was 12.  Learned to fuck back then.  My
daddy taught me, then my three brothers.  Mama didn' like it much so's I
hadda leave then.  Here, lemme get that shirt off'n you, OK?  You looks
fine to me.  Oh my god, look at that dickie!  I ain't never seen one so
pretty.  She stopped talking then, her mouth being quite full for the time
being.  I think my eyes rolled back in my head.

   I cannot properly describe the sensation.  Never had any girl done that
to me.  Maybe it's for me, I don't know.  Suddenly I felt a warmth, a
wetness, a pulling sensation the likes of which I had never experienced. 
She took my entire tool deeply in her mouth, licking and sucking
simultaneously.  She may have even had my balls in her mouth, it was beyond
explanation.  Licking up and down, her hands on me as well as her mouth,
her tongue exploring me.  She shifted to the floor of the car between my
knees, I was buried deeply in her mouth.  Those black eyes looked up at me
imploring me to cum.  She reached for my hand and guided it to her breast.
My hand ran beneath her loose bra and her tit filled my hand.  It was firm,
it was round, it was smooth.  It was more than I could take.  My orgasm
seemed to last forever.  I howled, my body went into spasms, electric waves
poured over me as I shot my school boy load of cum into her sucking mouth.

   She paused when it was obvious that it was over, my dick still
youthfully hard in her mouth.  She held it with her tongue but didn't move.
She understood hypersensitivity.  After a moment, You liked that, huh? 
God, yes.  That was the best I've ever had.  Huh, that ain't sayin much, is
it?  You ain't never had no blowjob before, right?  She smiled a broad
honest smile.  Her teeth white as pearls.  No, you're right.  That was
incredible.  Thank you.  Ain't no reason for you to be athankin me.  I got
what I wanted.  I gots me a tummy full a your cum.  Her laugh was light and
pleasing.  You's a kid.  I knows that kids kin reload she real quick.  Les
crawl over to the back seat so's we can fuck, OK?

   She bumped her head on the steering wheel the last time and crawled up
to me.  I took her head in my hands and brought my lips to hers.  The kiss
was more gentle than hot passion.  As we broke, you din hafta do that.  I
looked at her quizzically.  Mos guys don wanna kiss after they cum in my
mouth.  Why you do that?

   I didn't know why.  I thought about it, wondering if I'd felt an
obligation but I hadn't.  I just wanted to kiss her.  Why not?  You looked
good, I was happy.  I kissed you.  Is that OK?  Baby, you kin do anything
you wants to do to me `cep hurt me real bad.  I'd hafta stick you if'n you
don that but I be yours today.  We gonna fuck real good now.  She stuck her
thumbs in her panties and shoved them to her ankles.  Her bush was thick
and black, fine hair, not coarse at all.

   I struggled out of my clothes watching her and we lay across the back
seat, our arms wrapped around each other.  I kissed her again, more
passion, more tongue, more feeling of lust.  Hot, teen lust, a naked woman
wrapped up in my arms, a willing lover, a woman with experience who wanted
me, who knew my inexperience and would teach.  She shoved me on my back and
mounted me.  I looked up at her firm breasts, round and slightly conical
sticking proudly out from her chest.

   Through her thin frame I could see her rib bones, her skin a light
caramel and smooth as silk.  I ran my hands over her, feeling all of her
but mostly her tits.  My first tits, my first woman, my first...  what was
she doing?  She stuck her index finger in my mouth and kissed me, her
finger feeling my tongue as she pressed her lips against mine.  So erotic,
so unexpected.  She lifted off me and reached her other hand down between
us.  I felt her grip my dick, I felt it slide up and down her, wet,
slippery, warm.  Then it was in her.  Oh god, oh god, I'm in her.  I'm in
her pussy.  She lowers herself on me, I'm forced deep inside the girl.  Oh
god, the feeling.  A tight tunnel grasps me, she moves up hunching her
pelvis forward then retreats to where her clit is rubbing tightly against
my pelvis.  She moans, I moan, she does it again...  and again.  She grinds
our bodies, our sex together.  She is masturbating herself with my body. 
My cock is harder than it has ever been.  I am in a woman.  I am being
fucked.  Oh god, nothing has ever felt like this before.  Her blowjob is
forgotten, the world is forgotten.  I am fucking.  She moves faster, then
slows down, she grinds harder then faster.  I feel another orgasm approach,
I moan louder, my excitement shows and it pushes Tally towards her moment.

   AAHHUNNNNNNN, AHHHHHHHH.  We cum, we cum together.  I shoot, I unload, I
cum, I give her a greater spray of cum than I have ever shot.  I flood her
with my cum.  My sperm cells are ecstatic as the little swimmers race
towards the egg they hope to find.  I have cum in a woman.  A new world
opens up for me.  I am now a man and my Choctaw has taught me.

   You gots to take me back to the roadhouse now, boy.  Then you go find
yourself some pretty little white girls to fuck.  You don' never tell
nobody you done been with me.  You gots a reputation to protect.

   I saw Tally only once more after that.  She was with another man, an
older guy with a fat belly.  She only nodded when she saw me.  I smiled at
her affectionately.  I was with a pretty little white girl.