SUMMER HEAT

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Growing up in the �50s, I would spend the entire summer on my grandmother�s farm in Summer County.� She had about 800 acres, which was adjoined on all sides by farms owned by her numerous brothers and sisters, cousins and other vaguely related family members.� If I crossed a fence, I�d be on one of my great uncle�s or a great aunt�s land and if I walked further still and crossed another fence I�d be on some second or third cousin�s property.� My cousins and I would roam the countryside all day and never did we ever get off �family� land.

Life was fairly simple and for the most part everyone was self-sufficient to a degree not seen anymore.� One of my uncles kept a hundred head or so of cattle on the land.� One steer provided beef for the year.� A pig or two provided a year�s supply of pork.� Chickens, all you could eat plus eggs.� Fruit trees and wild berries provided for jams and jellies.�

Granny�s vegetable garden was huge, from which my grandmother filled up two chest-type freezers with field peas, purple hull peas, speckled butter beans, sweet corn, and peanuts plus tomatoes, melons, okra, squash, peppers, collards, you name it for canning.� The garden was very important as it feed not only my grandmother and all her �guests� but also the large black family, the Beelers, who lived on the farm and helped my grandmother out.� Every farm had a black family or two, more or less sharecroppers, who basically worked for food and shelter.� In Summer County the blacks and whites lived side by side and were dependent upon each other.��

Most of the land was forested, with large tracks of tree-farm pines, and other tracks of mixed hardwoods, tracks of pastureland, fields of feed corn and soybeans, plus a few scattered plots of cotton (just enough to qualify for a government subsidy not to plant cotton), and a multitude of ponds.�� Through this idyllic land ran a small meandering river that provided several swimming holes.� The largest one was for the white family-community, a smaller one was used by boys only for skinny-dipping and a third one (the least desirable of the three) was for the blacks.

This was during the age of Jim Crow and segregation was the norm.� Those people who say there hasn�t been any improvement in race relations don�t know what they�re talking about.� It was different then, very different.� Blacks had no opportunity to get ahead, just a limited opportunity to get out.�� In Summer County, they were for the most part de facto chattels.

Blacks and whites alike casually used the term �nigger�.� Nigger simply meant a black or somebody with some black blood.� It was a fact and not meant as an insult, regardless as to how offensive that term is today.� The norms of society had been set many years before and no one questioned it. For a white to buck the system meant ostracism; for a black to buck the system meant possible sudden death in the middle of the night.��

Separate schools, separate churches, separate drinking fountains, separate swimming holes. To a kid, the intricacies of segregation were sometimes baffling.� The �why� wasn�t nearly as important as the �dos and don�ts�.� The �why� was pretty simple to understand, niggers were, well� niggers.

It was perfectly understandable to me as a boy that no blacks could use the family swimming hole.� I had assumed that for the same reasons, we white kids were forbidden to go anywhere near the �Nigger Hole�.� So usually when I�d go swimming with the Beeler boys we would go to the boys� swimming hole, which was okay and where, of course, no girls were ever allowed to go.

During my summer long visits, I would do whatever chores were assigned to me, and attempted to make whatever repairs were necessary until someone who actually knew what they were doing could fix it properly.�

Every morning, I would get up at the crack of dawn and go with Granny to tend to the garden.� She�d pick whatever she needed and give instructions on what needed to be done. I would then help the blacks tend the garden.� We�d work until noontime when it was blazing hot.� At the noon dinner, usually one or more of Granny�s brothers or sisters, or their offspring would join us.� There always seemed to be a dozen or more people there at the table at mealtime, but including the Beelers, she and the kitchen girls cooked for thirty.� After dinner and if there weren�t any pressing chores to be done, I was free to go and do whatever I wanted, explore, fish, ride horses, or whatever my imagination allowed me.� I was never, ever bored.

I had quite a few first cousins, but there were always periods of weeks on end where I would be the only grandchild staying with Granny.� Despite being negros, Charlie, Hambone, Peanut, and Reed Beeler were my friends and my afternoon companions for fishing, swimming, and goofing off.� With the exception of Peanut, they were all older than me, with Charlie and Hambone being one year older, and Reed was nearly three years older.� Altogether there were sixteen or more Beelers living in a ramshackle three-room house that looked to be on the verge of collaspe.��

Resources for the blacks were very limited.� Charlie and the other black boys wore the same clothes, day after day until they out grew them.� Then the clothes were passed down and they got "new" clothes that had been passed down from an older brother/cousin. Nobody under sixteen wore or even had shoes.

A major improvement was when electricity made it to Granny�s.� Then an electric pump was installed on the water well and a line was run down to the Beeler house.� It didn�t provide flush toilets or even hot running water, but it was a vast improvement over hauling water from the well by hand in a bucket.�

It was difficult for me to understand just who was who in the Beeler household, as Charlie, Hambone, Peanut and Reed were cousins or half-brothers or whatever.��� I never really knew, and I suspected that they didn�t know either or at least I never got a consistent picture.� Older men just seemed to come and go, never staying more than a few days or weeks before moving to another location.

I was about twelve when I reached full-blown puberty.� Charlie, Hambone and especially Reed began to treat me differently than before.� I didn�t understand it, but apparently it was at that time of life when I was to become a �Bossman� and therefore I wasn�t to be trusted anymore.�

That early summer was awful.� We�d work together in the morning, but come the afternoon, they would disappear. I�d wander around alone, pausing to jack off in the woods every now and then. If I wanted to swim, I had to skinny dip alone. The isolation was terrible.� In the mornings I urged Charlie and Hambone to come hang out with me later that day, but they rarely showed up.�

One afternoon in desperation I went down to the Beeler house to find Charlie.� A little brother or cousin, dressed in rags, told me that the four boys and two sisters had gone swimming.�

It was absolutely forbidden, but I headed off through the woods to the �Nigger Hole�.� I knew I was breaking a major rule of social custom, and that if Granny found out, she would skin me with a razor strap or worse.� I was allowed to go anywhere else but not there.�

Being very familiar with the surrounding woods, I knew when I was getting too close.� I was well aware that I should turn back and leave things well enough alone, but I pressed ahead.� As I got nearer, I could hear laughter and the splashing in the water.� Then I caught a glimpse of Hambone, bare-assed naked, swinging on a rope swing.�

I stopped.� Hadn�t his little brother had said that two sisters were with them?� I pressed ahead and coming into the clearing I stopped dead in my tracks.� There lying in the cool red clay on the opposite riverbank was Charlie, naked and on top of his equally naked sister/cousin.� I had heard about such things from my older cousins and I had seen enough dogs, pigs and cows copulating.� The rhythmic motions were unmistakable! Damn! Charlie was fucking his sister!�

I�d never seen people fucking before.� I stood googly-eyed and felt my pecker growing stiff.� Standing beside them was Reed, streaked in red mud, slowly pumping his big dick.�� Charlie was furiously humping away.� He jerked and rolled off to the side.� Reed replaced him, getting on top of the girl, and began slowly thrusting his hips.�

Charlie saw me, grinned and waved for me to approach.� He and Hambone splashed across the shallows.�

�C�mon John!� Water�s fine!� called out Hambone.�

I remained frozen as if my bare feet had taken root.� The two black boys ran up to me.�

�If yo Gran knowed yo was here John, she�d whup yo white ass!� said Charlie with a mischievous grin. �But if�n yo wants, youse welcome to stay.�

Hambone asked, �Yo ever fuh a girl, John?���

I shook my head �no�.�

�Well, Ella Mae and Jaisca, they�s safe this week.�

I didn�t have a clue what he was getting at.� �Safe?�

�Yas�r, safe.� They won�t make babies this week.� Ev�body�s gonna fuh�em next few days, and so can you.�

This was before the invention of birth control pills and the only methods of birth control were the rhythm method and using condoms.� The blacks could not afford condoms, so the rhythm method of timing sexual activity with a woman�s menstrual cycle was their only option, however unreliable. I later learned that �Ev�body� meant just that, especially the older men who worked at the sawmill or elsewhere.

Reed had gotten up and was looking at me across the river. Ella Mae sat up.� She was first naked girl I had ever seen.� She was very dark and like all black youths in those days she was thin.� What caught my immediate attention were her tits.� The only other human tits I�d seen were in National Geographic.� Reed pushed her back down and started fucking her again.

�C�mon, John.� Yo can�t swim wid yo clothes on.� Water�s fine!� added Charlie.�

Charlie and Hambone charged back toward the water taking a swing together into deep water on the rope swing.�� I slowly stripped off my jeans and tee shirt and pulled off my white cotton briefs all the while watching Reed and the girl fuck on the opposite bank.�

I retrieved the rope and when I looked down the steep bank I saw another of their sisters on the bank below sucking off Peanut.� I was shocked. Never in my imagination did I think anyone would suck someone�s dick!�� As shocked as I was, my dick responded normally and stood straight out.�

�Lookit dis white pecker Ella Mae!� shouted Charlie.

I turned bright red.� Hurriedly, I swung out and dropped into the cool water.� I came up and swam for the shallows, joining Hambone and Charlie.�

Standing in nearly waist deep water, I slightly crouched to maintain modesty.� On one bank not fifteen yards away, Reed was slowly sawing away on top of Ella Mae.� Twenty-five yards away on the other bank Peanut, who was a year younger than me, now began fucking his tit-less younger sister from behind.�

After ten minutes or so, Peanut pulled away and dove into the water.� The young girl, all of maybe ten, started to get up.

Hambone called out to her, �Wa yo doin� gurl! Get back on yo hans n�knees!� Ole Hambone�s next!� �

He swam over, got out and jacked his dick erect, and without ceremony or foreplay he fucked the girl doggie style.�

I dumbly watched the lewd spectacles on both banks while Charlie and Peanut got into a splashing game.� I couldn�t believe what was going on. Here were these two black girls, one ten, eleven max, and the other fifteen or so, openly fucking their brothers while I watched.�

Shortly after Hambone finished with Jasica, Reed finished with Ella Mae.� Reed splashed out to me.

�Yo turn, John!� Pick one out,� offered Reed with blinding grin.

I was unsure what I should do.� �I, I shouldn�t be here Reed.�

�Youse heres now John, so yo might as well fuh some nigga poontang. Yo aint never fuh a nigga girl �fore.� Have yo?�

�No, I�ve never fucked any girl before.�

�Wha?� Yo one of dem boy lovers?�

�No!� I just ��

�Well suh, today is yo lucky day.� Yo get ta fuh two girls.��

About that time Ella Mae had waded out to wash the red mud from her ass and legs.� Then she waded out to Reed and me, her back still covered in mud.� I stood transfixed at the sight of her dark bare tits, glisteningly wet, just inches from me.� She flashed a big smile and turned her back.�

�Wash �er back John, en git da mud off.� G�on, wash �er back boy, then go stick her wid yo� dick.��

I scooped some water and rinsed her back.� I had to rub to get the red clay off.� It was the first time I had ever touched a girl and I was mesmerized as my hand glided over her smooth skin.

�Yo wanna fuh�er don�cha?� Fuhin�s wha nigga girls are good at, huh sissy?�

She shook her ass.� �Tha�s right, Reed,� she said sassily.

�G�on boy!� She likes fuhin!� All nigga girls like fuhin! You can fuh�er John.� Yo aint the first white boy to fuh�er.� Huh Sissy?�

�I, I don�t know, Reed,� I stammered.� �Maybe I should I go.�

�Ain�t nobody gonna tell yo Gran.�� He smiled broadly and reaching out put his hand between her legs.� �Ain�t nutin feels as good as yo dick slidin� into a hot bitch�s greased coochie!�

I finished washing her back and my hands glided around her torso, brushing across her tits.� I expected her to protest, but she didn�t. The second time my hands touched her tits they stayed there.� Even now I vividly remember how hard her nipples were.�

She pulled away and as she did, she took my hand and led me to riverbank where she took my virginity.� I still remember the exquisite sensation of my cock being enveloped by a warm, moist pussy for the first time.� She was sloppy with cum, but what did I know?� Of course I didn�t last long, shooting off after only a few thrusts.� It was so quick, that at the time I felt cheated, not by her, but cheated by myself.� She just smiled and told me I�d do better next time.

Next time was less than a half hour later after Peanut, and Hambone had a go with her.�

For my second go, I fucked her missionary style without any grace or finesse, just humping in and out, lost in my own pleasure.� She was right, I did much better, lasting maybe ten minutes.� That second fuck was much more pleasurable to me than my first one.� My first climax with a girl just happened, almost before anything began.� The second climax culminated my first real fucking of a girl, and when I came, it truly was the climatic consummation my sexual tryst.� After emptying my balls in her, I rolled off onto the muddy bank.� Moments later, Reed was mounting her again.�

I lay in the mud, my heart still racing, my breath coming in ragged gasps, watching Reed roughly screw his sister/cousin.� Reed rested on his knees, nestled between her upturned and flailing legs.� I could see his cock pushing into her and see the pink of her inner membranes as her pussy lips pulled outward with his withdrawing cock.� All the while she had her head turned towards me, looking at me, smiling as she slid back and forth in the slick mud.�

Reed stopped thrusting and bent forward, whispering in Ella Mae�s ear. He then stood up, decoupling from her with a wet sucking sound. Ella Mae rolled to me and knelt by my side, her knee near my head.� She flashed me another bright toothy smile and then surrounded my flaccid dick with her mouth.�

Reed grinned down at me. Grasping her by the hips, he adjusted her upturned ass and plunged back into her. As Reed fucked her from behind, a �slap, slap, slap� filled the air.� The sounds of copulation echoed off the steep, opposite cutbank as he repeatedly drove his groin into her quaking ass checks.� With each thrust, her dangling breasts swung wildly, inviting me to grab hold and squeeze.� All too soon, I felt that tingling in my genitals.� I didn�t know whether to cum in her mouth or not and fought mightily to restrain myself.�

That restraint didn�t last very long and I ejaculated.� She didn�t swallow, but let it ooze from between her lips and over my dick, to run down over my balls.� As my pecker lost its firmness, she let it slip from her lips and then spit out the remaining semen mixed with her saliva on my soft cock.

Reed pulled off Ella Mae and with a shout, dove into the river.

Swinging her body around, Ella Mae straddled my chest.� Leaning forward, she rubbed her dark nipples across my face and lips.� I remember wondering what to do. It was mortifying to think of her black skin touching my lily-white lips.

�Kiz�it,� she whispered.

I resisted.

�Kiz�it �n make likea bay-bee.�

My resistance began to falter.

�C�mon, kiz�it.�

I kissed the black girl�s hard nipple, then licked at it. That was a revelation.� Her skin didn�t taste bad at all, but the texture of her flesh against my tongue was divine. Once I discovered that she didn�t taste nasty, I suckled her in earnest.�

While I sucked my first tit, she guided my hand to her pussy.� Again I recoiled, not wanting to get dirty.� Hell, I was covered in red mud, she was covered in red mud, I�d stuck my dick in her, she was leaking on me and I was sucking her breasts, but still I considered her taboo. She put my hand back where she wanted, almost forcing me to dip into her sopping slit.� It felt pretty good.� I began exploring her bubbling cunt with my fingers.� It was like nothing I�d ever felt before.�

She directed me to rub her in a certain way.� I had no concept of a clit but rubbed her where she wanted.� After a few minutes of groaning, she began jerking about with small, choppy movements.� Then she tore herself away from me.

I lay there for several minutes reflecting on what I had done.� My hand was drenched with a mixture of sexual juices, my saliva was smeared across my face from suckling on her tits, my lower torso was drenched wet with mixed fuck-sauce. Somehow I rationalized that I since hadn�t really kissed her, as if that mattered, that I hadn�t done anything too gross for my sensibilities.� I rose and waded into the river to wash away the grime.�

Standing in the water, watching Peanut, Charlie and Reed playing in the water, tossing little Jaisca about as she screamed in delight, I thought what would happen if anyone discovered what I just did.� I knew I would be labeled a �nigger-lover� and cast out of decent society forever.� My stomach churned as I cringed at the thought of being ridiculed and looked down upon for the rest of my life.� Worse, I feared being hauled into the woods and beaten to a bloody pulp.

As I was dreading the possible consequences, I felt her hands touch my back.� I turned.� Ella Mae�s hands glided over my chest, washing me tenderly, washing away the mud on my chest, arms and groin.� Cocking her head slightly, she read my thoughts while she washed my body.

�Ain�t noboby gonna knowed nuttin�.�

I realized what she said was true.� No one but blacks came to the nigger-hole and the blacks certainly weren�t going to say anything to anyone that mattered.� They knew all too well the hell that they might have to pay for my actions.

�Feels good, don� it?� she said rubbing my cock.� She stopped momentarily, looking me square in the eye, something blacks never did.� �Stop frettin�.� Nobody gonna knowed.� Now, turn �round.�

I turned and she washed the mud off my back.� The sensual caress of her hands and fingers across my back sent shivers down my spine.� Finishing my back, she washed my buttocks, her hand sliding between my butt cheeks, rubbing my anus.� �Like tha?� she cooed.� �I li�kit too.�

I wasn�t sure if she meant she liked playing with my asshole or if she meant she liked having her asshole played with.� �Yeah, that feels good,� I said breathlessly wondering where things were headed.� I soon found out as she wormed a finger into my butt.� �Yo like dat?�

I sure as hell did like it and I moaned in approval.

�Massa John, yo a dirty white boy,� she said with a laugh.� �Ya knowed dat?�

Shortly after that I got another blowjob and then fucked little hairless Jasica while Charlie and Hambone spread her open by the ankles.�

What a day, languishing about in the cool water all afternoon, fucking the two black girls again and again after they had sucked my dick to erection after erection.� Now I knew why I wasn�t supposed to come anywhere near this place.

I came to learn that girls from the other black families also came with their brothers/uncles to the swimming hole.� At the swimming hole, all black girls were available to all men, black or white.

After that first time, I would sneak off to the �Nigger Hole� every chance I got and help myself to whatever black girl was there.�� Names weren�t important and most of the girls I fucked, I didn�t even bother to ask who they were.�� I also ran into a few of my second cousins and their friends there.� They were usually much older than me but thereafter treated me as an equal, which led to my first taste of whiskey.� That summer was quite extraordinary for me.�

I didn�t get to spend the next two summers at my Granny�s as my dad had taken an international assignment and my mom and I went with him to Asia.� By the next time I had the opportunity to spend some time out in the country, I was fifteen.� Reed had moved on.� Charlie and Hambone were working full time at the sawmill.� There was only Peanut, and we never did pal around much.� I noticed that there were still a number of little kids at the Beeler house. As much as things had changed, some thing hadn�t changed at all, and for the meager two weeks I had at Granny�s I spent the afternoons at the �Nigger Hole� fucking whichever black girl might be there.�

That was the summer that I made sense of a few things about the local black community and why there was such a wide range of skin tones in each family.� It was a matriarchal society as no one had any idea who fathered any particular child.� Casual, uninhibited sexual relationships were the norm.� Fucking was a pleasure openly indulged in without restraint.

After making a little money at the sawmill, the men would head up north or for the city, leaving the women and children behind.� Nothing was expected of the men and they offered nothing except a portion of this week�s wages.

The Beeler house burned down twenty years ago and the family moved on. There are hardly any blacks in Summer County any more, and the �Nigger Hole� is now deserted.� I don�t know if Summer County at the end of the fifties was the exception or the rule of southern rural society, all I know is that was just the way it was.

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