It was during Harold Robinson's sophomore year of high school that his parents purchased the "Roanoke Salvage Yard." The family moved from Lynchburg to Roanoke to reside in the house on the Salvage Yard property. Harold transferred to the Clay High school.
Harold was a tall, quiet, studious, honest kid, who was a good basketball player. Some new students try to get attention by cutting up, or other disruptive behavior. Not Harold. To the contrary, he was self assured. He preferred to watch, listen, and gauge the character of the various students before committing himself to any of the cliques.
As is customary in most high schools, the girl that he found to be the most attractive in his sophomore class, one Sandra Simpson, was dating a senior boy by the name of Fred Martel. Fred's father let him drive the family thunderbird, gave him lots of money, and even purchased a case a beer for Fred and his friends to drink when the father and mother went away for the weekend.
To Sandra, it was cool to be offered a cigarette, a beer, and be driven around in a thunderbird. Fred was racy too. Though she would not let him do anything, it made her feel grown up when he tried to paw her tits, or more.
Fred graduated and went away to junior college in Greensboro. As the junior year started, Harold phoned Sandra for a date. They went to a movie, and then to Friendly's for a coke and sundae. Harold was soft spoken, attentive, had a nice sense of humor. His pants were just plain kaki, and he had on a plaid shirt. His car was one that he had purchased with money he had earned himself. Sure, it was ten years old, but it ran well. Alas, he offered no cigarettes, no beer, and did not once try to paw her tits.
They had two more dates. Sandra's parents became a little dismayed. She was a top student, and now was president of her class. Certainly she could do better then this Harold guy. They both begin calling Harold, "A Junk Yard Dog."
Sandra dropped Harold. She begin dating Billy Johnson, who was driving his dad's Corvette. Another cool guy, with money, beer, cigarettes, who was trying to get into Sandra's pants at every opportunity.
Sandra had planned on going to college. After graduating from high school, In July, she missed her period. Billy's and Sandra's parents pushed them both to get married right away before the baby arrived. Billy went to work for his father's bank. A second child was born a year later.
Sorrowfully, Harold watched these events unfold. He realized that when she grew up that Sandra would be more, much more then these events portrayed her to be. She was off the table, as his father would say, so he moved on with his life. He got a two year degree in computer programming from Roanoke Junior College.
His father took him in as a partner in the Salvage Yard Business. To this point, it had been a local business. Harold categorized every part in their possession, and contracted with the Southeast Salvage yard Association to go on-line,with his computerized inventory so that the members had access to his inventory, and he had access to theirs. From then on, Roanoke Salvage Yard was the place to find parts in Western Virginia.
At age twenty-five, Harold met Mary Jane Pitts who had moved the fifty-five miles from Lynchburg to Roanoke. Harold had known her in grade school, when she was an innocent kid. One of the reasons that she had moved was she had begin dating Bart Gatling right after high school. She did not know it, but the Gatling boys were a tough bunch that, along with their kin, made their money making some of the best moonshine in Virginia.
On every date, Bart would produce that jug of moonshine. On the second date, Bart took her to a remote cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains. They walked in the dark cabin. Bart steered her to the back bed room. "Baby, I love you. You make me so hot. I've got to be with you." He reached under her sun dress, grabbed her panties, sliding them to the floor. "Bart, we should." Bart interrupted her with a kiss on the lips. As she tried to speak, his tongue went into her mouth. He lowered her to her back. Bart dropped his pants. Lifting her ankles, he removed the panties, then he held her legs apart and he lay on the bed between them.
"Bart, Bart, I'm not ready. I don't know you that well." As she was saying "Well," Bart pulled her cunt lips apart. A hard push. Mary Jane's virgin days were over.
"Bart. Bart." Bart took her head in both of his hands. He gave her a deep kiss preventing her from saying anything else while his ass was swinging in and out, as well as side to side, giving Mary Jane a good fuck.
Soon, the pleasure grew in his cock. He pumped hard. With a long, "Ooohhhoooo," he cum in Mary Jane.
He stayed on her. "Bart, I'm only eighteen. What will people think?"
Bart recited an old poem, "When roses are red, they're ready for plucking, when girls are sixteen, they're ready for fucking." Bart kept Mary Jane on her back, with him on her for five hours.
Mary Jane thought long and hard about if she should date Bart again. She knew that if she went out with him that he would fuck her. Bart called. "Hey Mary Jane, I've got tickets to a "Billy Ray Cyprus" concert in Roanoke. Pick you up at seven."
Bart was cool. He had a lot of money and a fancy pick-up truck. "I'll be ready at seven."
Knowing that the cabin awaited her after the concert, Mary Jane drank a lot of Bart's moonshine. Bart fucked her for another five hours. From then on, she made sure that she had a lot of "shine" in her when he was going to fuck her. Bart treated her like shit, but he was the only game in town, because other boys were afraid to date her. She was his to fuck, sometimes six or seven times a week, for seven years.
Bart's family became aware that Mary Jane was Bart's fuck. One night she was naked laying on the bed. Bart had gone into the bathroom to take a piss. He had taken another long swig of moonshine. He slumped down in a chair, out of it.
In walked Jake, Mack, and Pappy Gatling. The Gatlings had made it a custom of fucking each other's woman, so naturally upon seeing a naked Mary Jane, with her young tits, and small waists above a fanny that was just right to hang on to as a man buried his cock into her cunt, they took off their clothes, spread her legs, and without comment begin to relieve themselves in her.
It make no difference what she said. They used her at will. The next day she moved away from Lynchburg to Roanoke to get away from the Gatlings.
Harold dated her. Six months later, they were married.
Harold's parents, who had him when they were in their late thirties, and who were both heavy smokers, both died within a month of each other. Harold and Mary Jane were now alone in that big old home which was part of the Salvage Yard property.
Life was good for Mary Jane. Whether Harold was in the yard, or in one of his trucks in town, she could reach him at any time with the two-way radio. Harold was considerate, shared his hopes and dreams with her, and make sure that she had plenty of money.
Seven more years passed.
What Harold was not; was cool, or exciting, in May Jane's eyes. He was not into rough sex. He was, well, he was Harold.
Harold make it a practice of traveling for three days every other week to pick up needed parts, in nearby cities.
Mary Jane had put on fifteen pounds. It had all settled in her breasts. Men could not keep their eyes off those melons. She unknowingly made it worst by not wearing a bra, due to the hot weather. She and Harold were trying to have a child, so she was off the pill.
Bart Gatling dropped by the Salvage Yard to purchase an engine for a moonshine truck. He was surprised to find Mary Jane there.
"Hey Mary Jane, I wondered where it was that you ran off to. Sure do miss you Baby. You are the best sex that I've ever had. Sure would like to give you a beef injection."
