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My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a

On this particular trip I found myself on business in the

After a day full of driving around town for customer

If I was worried that no one would show up, that concern was

At that moment I saw a rather tall woman in long raincoat

Harley Quinn

Player & Target, The Inn Club

I recognized the comic book name and looked up to return her

solo, DF, oral, bukkake

Oh boy. This was looking very different than my previous

Alex

Player, The Inn Club

While the back listed my number and :solo, hetero, DF,

She read it, then looked me up and down and nodded. She

Harley: 'need 1 player, you up?'

Me: 'sure, what's next?'

Harley: ':) if u r good with my kink, come to my room'

I'm not a rocket scientist but it didn't take one to figure

Me: 'I'm game''

Harley: ' 5 27, 11:20pm '

Me: 'K'

I watched as she then made her way around the room handing

Promptly at the appointed time I knocked on the door to be

"Come in Alex, don't keep a girl waiting," she

Entering the room I noticed it was brightly lit with portable

Sensing my ill-ease, Harley spoke. "Alex, there are

Taking my silence for agreement, she continued. "Now,

I nodded, picked up a black mask that reminded me of Robin from

At this point Harley walked over to me only to find my dick

This was the adult discussion Alison had told me about; a

"Okay Alex, I can work with that. For the video, only

No sooner had she mounted herself when four men slowly came

I thought it strange that the sight of four men jerking off

She leaned back and he growled, "Take it slut," as

"Next one to come, rip my shirt off and spray it on my

Sitting back up she resumed fingering herself as a third man

Harley was using her thumb to rub the base of his cock while

She popped off his cock and did not object when he put his

Finally spent, he let go of her hair and she leaned forward

Harley started moving up and down rapidly on my shaft, fully

Magically, everything happened at once. The man in front of

Harley leaned her head back, "Coming," she

And feeling her pussy clamp down on me I yelled, "Take

There were grunts of pleasure all around and it was clear to

Distantly I heard her sputter and say, "Holy

"Thanks," number four said.

"Whew. Okay everyone, take a break," she said.

"That was crazy," I said. "And yes."

She grabbed my cock and led me to the bathroom. She was

Harley showered, dried her hair, dressed and reapplied what

As unselfconsciously as I could, I padded out to the common

The big guy, number four, nodded. "Said he had an early

I nodded in reply. "Harley thanks you for keeping your

Two guys, numbers two and three from last time, approached

Now every once in a while she was lifting off me to get some

The guy in her mouth started looking like he was about to

She let go of his cock and held her arms out, "Get 'em

Reaching forward he grabbed the collar of the shirt and

I could see him reach down and take hold of her tits as she

With space to one side now clear, the guy who was number

"Fuck!" he yelled as he started to come. As his

The last guy was now fully hard. "I could go a while,

Harley giggled. She let go of his cock and held her tits up.

He shifted to stand directly astride my legs and fed his

Harley gave him words of encouragement. "Come on, hose

"Fuck yeah," he groaned, "Gonna be cover

"Spray me!" she ordered, and he pulled back from

"That was fucking awesome," he said.

"Back at you," she said. "Now, do me a favor

"Now, lower the camera so I'm looking right into it.

"Thanks," she said.

He nodded. "Thanks for a fucking awesome time,

"You're welcome," sh

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My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a

Travel had taken me to the center of Detroit in the dead of

As usual at the better properties, the lounge was busy right

I took a last swallow of my G&T and made ready to leave

I nodded briefly and slipped her my card. I was pretty much

Alex

Player, The Inn Club

She turned it over to find my phone number as well as: solo,

I preferred to keep things simple. She nodded, gave me a

Bianca, Player, The Inn Club

solo, hetero, exhib

I found the exhibitionist bit quite intriguing, but I wanted

Bianca: 'r u up for it?'

Me: 'what exactly?'

Bianca: 'just u, me, a window, and some observers'

Me: 'I'm in so far'

Bianca: 'not yet, but you will be ;) 11:45pm , Room 10 11'

She shut off her phone and handed me a key card. Like I

On the way to her room there was something about the

I opened the door to soft music, darkness, and a blanket

"Ok," I called back, more to let her know it was

In the bathroom I found a nice pair of wrap around

"Here's the deal, I like an audience and the glasses

I nodded, more to myself than anyone else. "Wow, um,

"Alex, that's not uncommon. The coming quickly part

I paused, and she noticed the delay. "What, you don't

"Is it that simple?"

"Well, you were about to come in here and have sex with

I nodded to myself again, "And the pills?"

"I'm a pharmacist. They're SSRIs. A nice side effect is

Curiously, I knew what she meant by SSRI, but not about the

"You bet. Unless you are on another medication, they're

Most uncharacteristically I went to the bathroom, popped

Double checking the sunglasses, I walked nude past the

It was easy to see the offices across the short distance,

Her skin was pale and smooth as I ran a hand up her leg. Her

I ran my hands up her body to her breasts. "Do you like

As I groped her tits there was no doubt in my mind they were

She laughed, just a little, "I'm not that small Alex,

'Holy fuck, those are some big titties,' I thought.

"So, Alex, are you ready?" she asked.

"I am, want me to make sure you're ready?"

She dropped the vibrator on the cushion and spread her legs

I settled in, my face inches from her smooth pussy. Nothing

I dispensed with the formalities and pushed my lips right up

"Ready to show off?" she asked breathily.

I kind of knew what was coming, so I just sucked her lips in

"Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned.

I backed off briefly with my mouth and continued to prod her

"Mmm, we're starting to. I've seen three or four notice

I 'moved' into her pussy, and then attacked her clit

That wasn't the kind of request I could ever refuse, so I

"Mmmm, Alex, you sure know how to eat pussy."

"Thank you, I like to please."

"Mmmm, now stand up and let me suck your cock for our

I did as she asked and took a quick glance at the office

"Mmm, that is very nice," I said.

She looked up at me. "It's been enough time, so I'm

I was more than a bit nervous about this 'test', or at least

"Alex, trust science. You'll have enough control if you

I was fully hard as soon as she took me into the back of her

She pulled off me briefly, "Find your tension and just

And as she took me right back into her mouth and reapplied

I felt myself rising pretty fast as her tongue work was

After a few more minutes of allowing myself to rise up and

When we broke the kiss she smiled broadly, "Better

I found myself unable to give her a verbal response.

Shifting my hips forward, I felt her fingers take hold of

I was able to take direction even if I was unable to make

"Oh, Alex, your cock is great!"

Fully seated within my partner, I held myself still.

"No, there's a reason an average cock is perfect.

I gave her two long strokes, thrusting in hard and fully on

She exhaled fully, then said, "I am, but I'm also

I gave her another set of strong strokes and was rewarded

Before replying she motioned for me to start fucking her. I

As she grunted and panted through my fucking I was getting

"Alex," she said in a huff, "Why don't you

I bottomed out on my next thrust and held her hips tight to

After bouncing twice she settled down and shifted her stance

"Alex, I love having a nice hard cock inside me when I

"Oh," I said as I flexed and thrust into her very

"Alright then," she said, and I felt the

I wasn't in a hurry to reply. I could feel her moving the

In almost no time I felt her pussy tighten up and then

"I want you to stroke me while you rub my prostate.

"Oh, you want to do the work?"

"I like both, but holding your head in place while I

On that note, I squeezed her nipples as I groped her big

I got up from the couch and stood over her as she knelt in

With one hand she applied a generous amount of lube to my

"Is this good for you, Alex? Are you going to come for

I grunted in reply. "Oh yes, and when I do I want your

"Oh Alex, I am just the slut you ordered tonight. Now,

She stroked for a little longer, then tried to egg me on

I once read t

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My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a

Once again business called me out of town, this time for an

All of this ran through my head on the way down to the

As I drew up short she leaned in and whispered, "I was

"Me too," I replied.

She leaned back and withdrew a business card holder which

Laney

Player, The Inn Club

While the back gave her phone number as well as: solo, het,

The category 'toy' was a new arrival to Club terminology. It

Alex

Player, The Inn Club

And the back of the card gave my number and read simply:

She withdrew a phone and texted me.

Laney: 'interesting card, no specifics?''

Me: 'I'm easy to please. Isn't 'toy' rather new?'

Laney: 'like to think I coined it'

Me: 'wow. then room 461, bring whatever you want.'

She nodded, slid her phone into a pocket and turned away. I

This looked like a fantastic opportunity and I was never so

She dropped her bag to the floor, said "Yes,

"And now the door if you please."

Nodding she unblocked the door, closed it and latched it. I

As she did, I asked, "So what else do I need to know

"No decisions from me, and no time limit. I just want

A completely willing woman ready to do anything I wanted. Of

She handed me the bag then sat down on her knees. Good thing

The bag contained a selection of goodies: an Hitachi wand, a

I dropped the bag and took firm hold of her hair as I

She made a sound that might have been a whimper and tried to

Still, eyes on the prize. Stay on task. "That was

Okay, I was now ready to relax by not letting her relax.

She breathed heavily, "Oh yes, sir."

I squeezed out a generous amount lube on my fingers and

I slapped her ass with my other hand, "That's not the

"Yes sir," she said curtly. I positioned the

I stood and leaned near her ear, "Your ass stays full

I went to the bathroom, washed my hands and returned to

She was looking at me as I talked, but when I stopped she

While I had not encountered a squirter in my life, I had

It's nice to know when you're on the right track.

I started pressing down and rubbing with my fingertips on

I immediately thrust my fingers to her spot, which also

When a lady is coming you should keep doing whatever got her

Feeling mischievous, I did another naughty thing. I asked

She shook her head, a little bit too quickly.

She groaned into the pillow before answering the question

"My pleasure."

I noticed she gripped the pillow and firmly pressed her

First, I turned the vibrator on high, though it was not yet

Rather than thank her with words for the confirmation, I

Instantly she seized up, clenching my fingers so tightly I

This time, as her contractions ebbed I quickly withdrew my

A satisfied "hmmmm" was her reply.

Standing, I took position behind her, "And now, Laney,

Wordlessly but instantly she reached back, grasped my steely

Grasping the loop with one hand and a handful of tit with

I felt myself rising quickly, the past twenty minutes being

Three hard orgasms down and she was still hot to go. She

I laughed as I fucked her harder. "Happy to oblige.

Her pussy tightened around me and as she noticed my

"Yes, sir," she said.

I then lengthened my stroke, which pulled even more on the

Finally, spent, I sheathed myself fully within her, reached

"I cannot tell you how surprised and pleased I was to

She moved forward, but I followed, still within her.

I pulled out slowly, "Don't want to overstay my

A few minutes later I had rinsed off and was looking forward

As I thickened in her mouth I leaned back and started

"Mmmm," she said, "Yes, sir."

I got off the bed and grabbed a condom. After rolling it on

Her knees were up, the Hitachi in her hand. I took the

Having had anal sex maybe five times in my life, the

As thirty or so uncomfortable seconds of silence passed, the

"Just out with it."

"Um, I'm not uncomfortable with you in my ass,

"No puns."

"Haha. Something is different and I can't place

"Describe it."

"My ass is getting really warm."

"You do have a hot ass, Laney."

She patted my cheek. "Ha ha. No, it's as if I was

"Or it could be I rubbed ginger on my cock."

Her eyes popped open. "Red! You fucker!"

I held my position. "I'm not moving, so if you want me

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My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a

It was late December between the holidays. Actually a time

Around ten thirty a woman in flight attendant attire

"Wow, good to see you too!" I didn't know what

"Just let me get my drink and we can catch up,"

I nodded dumbly and sat down. The flight attendant, with a

I nodded, and passed her my card. It read:

Alex

Player, The Inn Club

And included a 10-digit phone number

While the back read simply. 'solo, hetero'

She said nothing after reading my card, but quickly answered

Becca

Player, The Inn Club

And her phone number.

The back of hers also read 'solo, hetero'

I picked up my phone and waited for her to text me.

Becca: 'I'm beat, have time tomorrow am?'

Me: 'sure do'

Becca: 'meet in gym by 6am, depart 6:30, come to 525 @ 6:45,

Me: 'good night'

She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and placed a key

I waved her goodbye then went up to get some sleep.

At a quarter to six I got up, shaved, put on gym clothes and

I went down to gym, arriving just before six. Not

"Good morning to you to babe. I didn't want to wake you

"I'm just going to hit the elliptical for a bit then

"You bet," I said as I finished a set.

For the next twenty minutes I did my weight routine then

She turned on me quickly and batted my hand away while

At six thirty she stepped off the machine and grabbed a

By the shocked look on the man's face, she hadn't been quiet

I went to my room, grabbed my backpack and left for room

Entering her room I found the bathroom door shut and could

"Sure," I said, then picked up those items and

"Trade places?" she said. We did the little dance

"You are very pretty Becca. Now, want me to detangle

"Mmm, hmm," She said, then surprised me by turning

"Not that you need a reminder, but I simply love having

I took up her hair with both hands to be sure I gathered the

I turned around, let the water wash me off again, and turned

"Ready to give me that baby now honey?" she asked.

"Just you wait dear, I have a lot more hair to get

She gave me feedback on my efforts by loudly groaning as I

If I were not let go of her hair then the force of pulling

Pulling the comb slowly but steadily through the tangles,

"But I'm not done yet, and you know how I like to

"ugh, well I don't think I'm going to wait for

"Oh Alex, you do that so well! Umm now, fuck me

I dropped the comb and reached back to rinse off my hands. I

"And what is that, Becca?"

"Come in my pussy and knock me up already!"

Squeezing her tits I pulled up on them to bring her up a

I shifted to power fucking her as hard and fast as I could

As she tightened around my cock I had that exquisite

"That was great honey, I hope this one did the

I kissed her back, then she turned away from me. She must

Of course this meant I had to play a little, and she did not

"It's just the body."

I shook my head, "No, it's not." I combed my hair

"A boob man I see."

I bowed, then buttoned my shirt. "Your tits are really

"The bomb?" she said mockingly.

"Made me go off."

She groaned. "And on that note, it was great to spend

I kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her tits over her

I went back to my room and killed time reliving pleasant

To be continued in part 3,

By Ptmc Pilot for Literotica

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My name is Easton. No, I don't know what my parents had in

What is part of the story, the very first part, ostensibly

My flight out of Phoenix was delayed by several hours. Of

Happy to have my gin and tonic, I turned from the bar and

"Good evening," I said, "but it seems you've

She smiled back at me. "Oh, that's ok, I didn't come

I was intrigued but had no idea where she was going with

Her expression was quizzical and she sat slightly back,

I of course had no idea what she was talking about, but I

She turned in her place and tilted her head slightly. It was

I finished my drink and sat it back on the table, waiting

Alison

Player, The Inn Club

Also listed was a phone number. Turning the card over I

Solo, het, Oral, DF

My mouth was quite suddenly dry. I understood the list, or

Mind racing, I picked up my phone from the table and

Me: 'um, what's next?'

Alison: 'send me your info'

Me: '?'

Alison: 'those are some starting details, pass me yours'

I blinked at the bluntness on the screen. My mouth was still

Alison: 'Your turn.'

I used the first name that popped in my head and swallowed

She looked up at me then back to her phone. '4 21, 15

After watching her depart I noticed the rest of the bar was

Punctually at eleven thirty five I knocked on the door. The

As I took a step into the room I said, "Bold assumption

I felt her hands touch my back and then slide around to my

As one hand stroked her pussy she looked me over. I walked

I knelt in front of her and leaned in. Figuring a long tease

I figured I would work my hardest to get her off quickly and

As she breathed ever more heavily and occasionally grunted

"Usually the first thing you do in the room," she

She suddenly grabbed my hair and ground her pussy into my

I stroked my cock and asked, "What kind of details do

"I'll go first and you'll get the idea." She

She leaned forward and took me in her mouth. I breathed in

Her mouth popped off my cock, though she continued to stroke

I was surprisingly close already, "It's been a really

She gave me a brilliant smile, "Drought's over,

Guessing what she wanted I grabbed a fistful of her hair. I

Not missing a beat Alison gamely swallowed every drop and

"At most. Probably less tonight."

She reclined on the bed and motioned for me to join her.

"You are stunning, you suck cock, and this situation is

She rested her head on my chest and started stroking me

"I stumbled on the club about two years ago. People

This was a lot to take in. I shook my head, "Back to

"No, not that night. The next night, however, he was

"Wow, lucky me to be in the right place at the right

"Yes, about that. People don't often ask for your story

I grabbed her left hand from my now thickening cock.

"And?"

"The blowjob factoid wasn't a clue?" Seeing she

"Oh no?"

"Nope. A beautiful woman asked me for anonymous sex,

"That's good to hear, because most people in the club

A thought occurred to me. "Ali, do you only have one

"My fantasy name is Alison, and no, I don't have just

"May I ask what is on another one?"

"Sure, but you won't know what's on them unless I give

"Yep, and that's why you're going to ride me. "

"Oh, I am?"

"Two hands full of big tits is guaranteed to make me

"Mmm, that sounds perfect. Oh, just because I mention

I nodded dumbly and then she asked, "Am I your first,

I could feel her wetness and I pulled her tits down as I

She rose up to sit astride me, slowly moving her hips as I

"Soon enough, I'm enjoying just being inside you."

She watched me with a casual grin then placed her hands over

"Mmmm, deal," I said, and sat up to suck on her

I moved my hands to her hips. "Alison, put your hands

"Oh shit, that's perfect. Alex just do that for a

While continuing to thrust like a madman, I tried to take

"Alex, I'm close, come inside me!"

I let her breast go free of my mouth and laid my head down

"Pift," as she blew hair out of her face.

I was more mentally exhausted than physically, but I knew

"Is there a 'but' in there?"

"Nope, just that after this insane day and night, I'm

She pushed up to look at me. "I thought you said all

I shrugged. "I can live with myself knowing we both

"Twice?" she said, "I had four. Two each

"I'm happy to stay here for a while, but I really need

"No worries Alex, this is supposed to be a hookup, with

I pulled on my slacks and reached for my socks. I gave her a

"Well, certainly part of this is not looking for

I was buttoning my shirt at this point and she continued,

I sat on the bed and reached out for one of her full hanging

She smirked, "When I use those other cards sometimes

"You don't know me."

"I know enough." She pulled me down by the shirt

"Au revoir," I said as I put my hand on the door

To be continued in part 2, Becca.

By Ptmc Pilot for Literotica

By Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

(The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in December 1844, the antebellum South. It is a harvest celebration. The language used is authentically Southern from the time period. All of the characters mentioned herein are between 18 and 21 years of age. This is the first of a series of stories told from both the female and the male perspectives.)

Friday night finally arrived. East Louisianans from far and near showed up for the celebration, some with slaves in tow. The Leone's, the Bannisters, the Greens, the Thompkins, the Jenkins, the Mullins, the Gastons, the Harknesses and a plethora of other farm families showed up along with various riff raff, drunks and drifters looking for a good time. Or a fight. The Harvest Dance attracted attendees from all walks of life.

Annie Leone quickly gathered up her Pussy Posse, Gretchen Thompkins, Mary Lynn and Polly Lynn Bannister, Janice Leone and Jennie Harkness, and set out to flame the neighborhood.

As per usual with such an egalitarian collection of hens, the gossip and the braggadocio superceded all other considerations.

Janice Leone: "Jennie Harkness! You fabulous hussy, you! I hear tell you did it to my brother the other Sunday. In the church basement! He said he made you pee on the floor!"

Jennie Harkness: "If he told you that, he's a lie and the truth ain't in him. I might've did it to him but I ain't peed. I told that melonhead not to say nuttin' about that, anyway. I lay he won't be gettin' nary nuther drop of my pussy, or it'll be 'Katie bar the door!'"

Gretchen Thompkins: "You give Jakie some pussy? I thought you liked Jimmy Gaston?"

Jennie: "Jimmy's too slow. I practically offered it to him and he ain't took the bait. What've I gotta do, hitch my skirt up and cock it up in his face?"

Janice: "Well, you ain't gotta drop no hints with Jake. You could have three pairs of bloomers on and that lunkhead could sniff you out if you crossed your legs in church. He might be quick on the draw, but he knows his cooch."

Polly Lynn Bannister: "Quick on the draw? I hear tell he cain't last a minute. 'Specially if its fresh. Like mine."

Annie Leone: "Did you say fresh? Like your’n? That ain't what Prescott Gaston says."

Polly Lynn: " Prescott Gaston is a lie. I ain't give him none."

Gretchen: "But you said,"

Polly Lynn: "Shut up, Gretch."

Annie: " Prescott says he give you the poke at the Revival meetin'. And he says you is the one that was quick."

Polly Lynn (relenting on her obvious lie): " Prescott said, ? Oh, yeah. I'd forgot about that. Musta didn't make much of a impression. And why are you talkin' to Prescott about me for? What business is it of your'n?"

Annie: "I give him some the other week, that's why. I ain't a-feared to say it. He said he's got a big un, bigger'n a blackie. I wanted to try him out."

(All the girls tittered at this startling admission.)

Polly Lynn: "So you give him some. How'd you know I ain't wanted a follow up? Maybe I had him down as my possible. 'Polly Lynn Gaston.' That sounds good to me."

Annie: "You're saving yourself for my brother Benny and you know it. Your parents and my parents have been tryin' to hook up our boys with you and Mary Lynn for the longest."

Polly Lynn: "Benny is three years younger than me. I ain't studyin' about no Benny."

Jennie (ignoring Polly's second lie): "Was he bigger'n a blackie, Annie?"

Janice: "Yeah, Annie. Give us the details. And why am I only hearing about this now? You bad thing! You was supposed to tell me about this five minutes after it happened!"

Annie: "If I give out the details, we ALL has to pungle, okay? Every slippin' pussy in this room has to 'fess up to something. I know ever' last one of you heffahs is done did sump'n that nobody knows about 'ceptin' you and the dick you had up between your legs. It ain't like we don't know each other. And the stories don't leave this room, like always. Deal?"

She waved her pinky finger in the air to signify absolute confidentiality. All the girls present locked pinky fingers in solemn agreement. These secretive gossip sessions always devolved into pussy measuring contests.

Annie's Story

"Okay, so here's what happened. You know my Pa let me ride with him down to the river when we was totin' the tobacky crop to the boat. It was me and Benny and Abby's husband Buck and two or three other blackies we brung along to do the work. You was there, Jennie. I saw you but you ain't see me. Well, the Gastons was there, too. I seen Prescott with 'em and I figured "Why not?", you know? He's always wearin' those tight work trousers so's girls can see his dick loungin' down his leg. He's real proud of it. So I give him the side-eye and a little hip shimmy. You know how I do. I woulda give him the cheek poke, but I ain't wanted him to think I wanted to suck his dick. I did want to, actually. Who wouldn't? But I ain't wanted him to know it straight off like that. A girl's gotta be what you call "discreet", you know? So I give him the shimmy and I wandered away from my family kinda casual, like, so's no one would notice. I went out behind the slave’s outhouse and I was gonna wait for him there, but it stunk to high heaven and I ain't think I could hold my breath and ride a dick at the same time. So I sneaked off into the woods apiece. I got behind a tree and peeked out. Sure enough, here comes Prescott, like a hound dog on the scent. He seen me and I took off deeper into the woods, with him hot on my trail. I warn't skeered of him. I jist ain't wanted no busy bodies to come sneakin' up and catched us with his dick up my ass. They wouldn't-a said nuthin' 'bout Prescott, of course, but Lawdy, they'd-a said sump'n 'bout me.

"So we run off about a quarter mile or so. Hopped a coupla streams. I looked back and couldn't see Pa or nobody followin' us. I had one 'o them ankle skirts on so the brambles wouldn't scratch me up. So we come to a little clearing next to a pond. So I says to him, I says: "Why are you followin' me, Prescott Gaston? I come out here to pee; I don't know what you thought. An' I ain't a-fixin' to squat an' squirt in front of you." Don't you know he pulled his dick out right there and flumped it up against his leg? Then he took it back in his hand and peed a circle 'round my feet! Told me that if I stepped outside the circle I was a blackie lover. I started to tell him that the onliest reason I give him the shimmy is I heard he had a blackie dick. He woulda liked that. But I ain't actually say it. I jist looked at his dick like it was the purtiest thing I'd seen in a coon's age (they like it when you do that) an' I told him it beat all the blackies I'd seen by a mile. So I swallowed real hard and I asked him if I could touch it. He stepped right 'cross that pee circle and put it dead smack in my hand!

"Soon's I touched it, it got hard. Didn't spill another drop of pee, jist pronged straight up. Boi-yoi-yoi-yoi-yoing! And yeah, he gots a big un. 'Lem inches, if I had to guess. He might have a inch on Benny, maybe two, three inches on Jakie. He ain't no Charlie Nelson, if that's what you want to know. But for a white man he's right up there. And fat? It ain't no word for it. Felt like I was holdin' a oak log. An' I could smell it, too. Smelt like, I dunno how to describe it. You know how a dick smells all sweaty sometimes, musky like a armpit, but you can smell stale old pussy oozin' off of it? An' doodoo, too, because he's been shovin' it up some heffah's poop chute? His dick just smelt used, you know? well used. You want a dick to smell like that mostwise cause it usually means it's broke in good and won't seize up before it can do right by a good piece 'o pussy. You jist don't wanna suck it right off of the bat because it stinks, you know? You wanna grease it up with your own puss before you put it in your mouth, because you don't know where it's been. I dunno. Maybe you might like to suck a un-pussed dick. I like to scrub 'em up in my fur before I'll put my mouth on it. Seasoning, you know. That's just me.

"So what's the first thing he does? He puts both his hands on my shoulders and starts giving me the pressdown! He wants me to bend the knee and slob the knob! So I says to him, I says, "Hold your horses, there, Prescott Gaston! Just 'cause I let you put it in my hand don't mean I'm-a let you put it in my mouth. I dunno what you think this is, but my mouth ain't the place for your stinkin' ole poker.

"So he goes, "Thad Johnson says you sucked his'n." Thad Johnson! (You know they're cousins.) I was so mad! You 'member that time I told y'all I let Thad run his finger up my cooch? Well, his finger was so skinny I figured his dick couldn't a-been much bigger. I even showed him how to run his thumb up my puss and his middle finger up my bunghole simultaneous, but even that didn't do the trick (he had them long fingernails, like a girl, and he scratched me), so when he pulled his dick out I give him the shoulder and I run off. That Thad Johnson. This mug had the nerve to say I sucked his dick!

"So I go, "I ain't never in this life sucked no Thad Johnson's dick. And if you believe his lies you can jist turn around and scooch your swingin' dick right back to camp." See, I knowed he'd already give Polly the full measure from the back. And I figured he'd turn me around and go north in both my "down there" holes, too. I wasn't wearin' any bloomers. All he had to do was lift up my skirt. If he'd-a got past both them steamy pipes, I'd-a blew him, sure. What, is his the first dick I sucked?

"So I stepped right across his little pee fence and started to make my way home. I figured he was gon' call me a blackie lover anyway, and it ain't like none-a us ain't had a blackie dick up in us from time to time. It's just that we has to deny it to our menfolk. So bein' a blackie lover ain't the worst thing in the world, less'n we get big and end up dropping a li'l niglet. You know?

"But danged if my pussy warn't deadset agin the plan! She seen that big ole purple pole and set her mind right then and there! It was like I was walking one way and my pussy was draggin' me backwards so's she could get one ride in, at least! She got to moistin' and drippin'. Ever' step I took jist made me sloshier and sloshier.

"I looked back and he's jist a-standin' there, hands on his hips, dick pronged up in the air like a flagpole. And you know what? I could still smell it! From twenty, thirty feet away! It was like those pies that Ma sets out on the windowsill to cool. It was call’n' me, girls! Seemed like a mist was oozin' off it and draggin' me back by my nostrils. And the worst of it was, He knew it. I could see it in his eyes.

"Finally, I jist slowed down and give up. It warn't no use. My head was a-swimming, all fogged up with dick scent. My pussy was floatin' in juice. We was gon' be down to the boat dock for three days. This might be my onliest chance to cool her off. I stopped dead in my tracks and I stood there. I was fightin' it. Lawd knows I was fightin' it! My mind said to take one more step and get a-goin'. But my legs was locked up. Wouldn't move a tap! Seemed like I stood there for an age.

"It took me awhile but I finally looked back to him. Slowly, I scooched my skirt up to show him my ass. I says to him, "You better come and get it quick afore I change my mind." Did he run over, ass over teakettle, like any man with any sense would-a done? No! He strolled over. Took his time. And girls? His dick ain't wobbled one iota. His body was movin', but his dick homed in on my pussy like it was already attached with a tight rope. Hard ain't the word for it. It was made of stone! Polly ain't lied about that much.

"I only felt the slam when he was all the way in. Then he pulled it out so fast I couldn't get any swirl. He fucked me like I was his dog, 'ceptin' we was standin' up.

"Finally, I couldn't take it no more. He was just humpin' me. Didn't have the decency to give me a reacharound. And my clit's just a-bulgin' out, like Janice's, only not as big.

"So I give him the push, you know, just put my hand against his chest to suggest a drier hole. It was right there. 'N I was ready, too. Did he pay attention to the push? You betchu he didn't. Just kept poundin' away. You cain't be subtle with some blackies. He wasn't pickin' up the clues! So I let him keep on for another minute or two. His eyes was rollin' in his head, but he warn't near 'bout ready to cum.

"So finally I says to him, I says; "Prescott! Put it up my ass. Change up! Jeez!" This seemed to shake him up. I ain't really wanted him to put it up my butt, but sometimes you get so slippery your pussy won't do the trick. Don't act like this is your first time hearing this. I knows you ho's only too well. Anyway, he pulled it out and put it right up to the opening to my doodihole, quick as you please. Slipped it right in! I says to myself, I says: "What the farmer's daughter?", you know, because my cooch is one thing but my ass is another. Ain't nobody slipped up my poop chute that easy. My ass is tight. Anyone'll tell you that much. Those that's been up there'll tell you I can make a pinky finger cum simply by squeezin' my butt cheeks up. And this boy goes all the way up with his knotty pole in one go? Sump'ns wrong right there. And now here he comes with the doggy hump again.

"Well, I was too thru. But what could I do? He had me locked in. Usually it takes some time for a fella to start pile driving me when he goes deep south like that. Prescott ain't missed a beat. He's grippin' me by my hips an' pulling me back an' forth along his pole. He's jist a-slammin' me. I ain't gon' lie, it felt good. I'm thinkin' to myself: "How'd Prescott get this big ole sausage whilst his cousin Thad only gots that dinky pinky?"

(Here Polly interrupted her)

Polly: "I thought you said you ain't never had none-a Thad's dick?"

Annie: "I lied. I give him some just the once. Don't tell Abby. I bet you I won't give him no more. His dick ain't worth a good pussy fart. In fact, if you fart on him with your pussy, he might slip out!"

All the girls guffawed at the mental image this insult evoked. Annie continued:

"Anyway, me and Prescott kept a-goin'. I still had my dress on. My titties was a-floppin' and I got to sweatin' from my forehead an' my armpits. I looked down and I had these great big half-moon sweat stains in my white blouse. You know the ones; all of us has had 'em. But it comes from working 'round the house, you know? How'm I gon' explain these big-ass armpit sweat stains to my Pa? I ain't been out loadin' tobacky. The blackies done that. Of course, my skirt would cover up my puss and the after-drip, but he's gonna wonder what I been doin' that caused my pits to sweat up. It ain't summer time; it's harvest.

"So now I'm trying to come up with a cover story. Meanwhile, Prescott is still rakin' my doodihole over the coals. I'm not payin' much attention 'cause, of course, I'm worryin' about what my Pa is gonna say about these sweat stains. He'll come to his own conclusions and he's prol'ly gon' be right. You don't get sweat stains from goin' out in the woods to pee. You get sweat stains from fuck’n'. My Pa ain't stupid. (Well, he still thinks I'm a virgin. But that don't mean he's stupid. A lotta your Pa's think you ain't fucked nobody, neither, and not one of you heffahs has seen hide nor hair of your pussy cover flap since you was ten years old.)

"All-of-a-sudden, like, Prescott slows down. I almost didn't notice. What I did notice is his dick started gettin' soft. He cum in me! Shot his load, and now he's strugglin' to get it up agin afore I locked it up and pushed him out!

"Now I'm really put out. We'd both got to stay out in the woods until these sweat stains dried. I knew that much. And I ain't cum yet! Long as I ain't bust my nuts, I'm gon' continue to sweat. That's jist natural. I couldn't figure out how long it would take my pits to dry, but I knew I was gon' bust my nuts, sweaty pits or not. And this blackie is strugglin' to keep his dick up!

"I knew it was time for me to take charge. First thing I did was, I hopped my happy hips up off his shriveled old peter rabbit. I was gon' get mine and I ain't needed to sit about and chitchat whilst he got his stremff back.

"Next, I stripped off my blouse and hung it over a tree branch to dry. I stripped off my skirt, too, just in case he shot it up with his nasty jizz. Now I'm a-standing there, buck-nekkid, titties all wagglin' out, doodihole jist a-drippin'. I look over at Prescott. He looks like he jist finished a ten-mile run. He's a-standin' there, hands on his knees, huffin' for air. His dick is hangin' straight down, danglin' like a ribbon in the wind. It warn't near about as hard as it was before it went in. It looked like it was gaspin' for air, too. He gives me a laugh; you know how they'll laugh and try an' play it off when they cum too quick. Like I'm supposed to laugh right along with him. And it's my pussy that's left wantin'.

"I could feel his jizz oozin' out of my ass, drippin' down my thighs. I reached back and scooped up a handful of the stuff an' I flung it into the trees. I flung another handful with my other hand.

"You know how, sometimes, when they cum too quick they'll want to give you the pressdown and make you suck they dicks till it gets hard again? I wasn't havin' that shit. Not tuh-day! No, girls, lemme tell you what I did.

"I says to him, I says, "Git down here. On your back." At first he acted like he wasn't gon' do it. But I give him the stink eye and puffed up my lips real firm so's he knew I meant business. What's he gon' do? He's the one sloppied me up an' ain't waited for me to nut. Like I'm gon' run all the way out in the woods an' come back without gettin' my nuts shriveled up, too? He musta had me confused with somebody else.

"So once I had him splayed out on the ground I stepped up to him real sultry-like. I jist stood there, makin' him wonder what I was gonna do with his floppy dick, if I was gon' do anything at all. Truth is, I ain't had no plans at all for his dick. Chile? I wanted that tongue.

"I stepped across his face an' I lowered my pussy down real slow so he could get a good look and a even better whiff. Lower and lower I went till my pussy was right smack in his face. He closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out.

"Pretty soon he stopped strugglin' and started in to lickin', like I wanted. Back lick, baby! I looked back over my shoulder an' his dick was hard again! Boi-yoi-yoi-yoi-yoing! But I ain't wanted his dick just now. He had his chance. Now I'm givin' him a different chance, and he better not muck it up. Don't you know he firmed his tongue up and ran that mug straight up my poop chute as far as it would go? I clenched on it quick, too quick, and forced it out. Not deliberate, you understand, because it felt good. So I relaxed and let him poke his tongue up there again.

"Don't you wish, sometimes, that they tongues was as long as they dicks? He's got his tongue just inside my rim an' I'm wanting him to go deeper. But his tongue just warn't long enough! It tickled me real good, but I wanted him to pound me with it. Ever' time I got to slammin' his face his tongue slipped out. I ain't liked that at all. So pretty soon I jist settled for the swirl. I rubbed my doodihole round and round 'cross his mouth, real fast like. That felt pretty good. I figured I could cum like that.

"He ain't seemed to mind lickin' up his own jizz, neither. Some of 'em complain about it, but I don't know why. They want us to suck it down like it was mother's milk. But they don't want a'ry bit of it on they own tongues. I firmed my butt cheeks up and squeezed out all the jizz I could. It wasn't no shortage of it, you can bet on that. I don't mind swallowin' jizz. I've gotten used to it. I know some-a you heffahs claim it tastes funny. But if you gulp it down real quick you won't taste nothin'. I'm jist givin' Prescott a taste of his own medicine.

had a 'lem inch dick like Prescot's an' I shoved that mug right down his throat!

"All of a sudden I got this warm feeling, you know, that feeling you get right before you bust a big, steamy nut, all bright and tingly and fuzzy? And his tongue was all the way up my puss an' my clit was throbbin' agains

By Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 “God dammit, Chowlie! Stop Play’n round wid it! Put it in me!”

Miriam Thompkins was too through with Charles Nelson Leone. He was toying with her pussy from behind using the tip of his cock when, by her reckoning, he ought to have been using it as a ramrod.

The two of them had sneaked upstairs to the "segregated" balcony after the conclusion of church services at the Episcopal Church. Scores of parishioners, black and white, were downstairs socializing separately, according to the laws of East Louisiana in 1844. Charlie's friend (and owner) Ben Leone had sneaked off to a basement closet where he'd scheduled a tryst with his cousin Janice. In a different basement closet Jake Leone had Pete Harkness' sister Jennie on tap.

Charlie and Miriam, slaves from different farms, squeezed up into the church bell tower singly after Miriam poked her tongue into her cheek during the service and rolled her eyes skyward to signal a meet. The small room was a tight fit.

Miriam's two sisters (the three were triplets) were under strict orders to cover for an absence Miriam estimated would take no more than ten minutes. Church service or no, Miriam's pussy required attention. Charlie happened to be in attendance that Sunday with his mother and siblings. He didn't attend church often. Miriam thought this might be her only chance at him.

Up in the church bell tower, Miriam's skirt was scooched up around her waist. Her rounded, naked ass was on full display. Charlie's cock bulged outwardly from a crease in his rugged pantaloons, twelve inches of solid muscle striving to invest itself of the fragrant crease in Miriam's groin. He gripped his penis by its base as he painted her southern cleft with the aromatic juices oozing from her chocolate vagina, coating his pud in her opulence. His purple-black dick pulsed virulently.

"We ain’t got much time, Chowlie. If I'd knowed you wuz gwine play 'round wid it like some kid, I'd-a axed somebody else!"

"We ain't never did it before, Miri. Dis de fust time! If I jist put it in quick, an cum. Does you wants dat? An' den you-a go back an' tells your sisters I cain't fuck."

"AH' ma do dat anyways, Chollie. What dat got to do wit' you? If I wasn't already ready to fuck, I wouldn't-a axed you to follow me up here! You sees how wet ahm is!"

"You is mighty wet, gal. You blowin' bubbles!" Charlie chuckled.

"Dat’s right, boy. An' you ain't tendin' 'em proper! Put it in, dog gonnit! An' let's finish up before my Ma comes lookin' for me."

She preened upward on her tippy toes to offer him a better angle of insertion. Charlie released his grip on his cock as Miriam's labia gaped open. With the barest trace of a thrust, Charlie's muscular dick disappeared into her hole. Miriam groaned with satisfaction. Her head floated backward onto her shoulder blades as she suppressed a scream of wanton fervor.

"Finally"

She hilted him in one go. When he withdrew, his entire cock was coated in her crystal effervescence, steamy, hot and bubbling. Her pussy dripped with urgency. Charlie plunged forward to tap her cervix again, luxuriating in her heat and the newness of their intercourse. This was always the best time, that first cruise up the slippery pink baby chute of a pretty girl.

Miriam began to tremble. Her muscles stood out in contrast to her normally svelte skin. She hadn't been kidding. She was already on the verge of release not ten seconds in.

"Not yet, Priscilla! Not yet!" Miriam importuned silently.

(Priscilla was the given name of Miriam's pussy. Miriam spoke to Priscilla often as if Priscilla were a real person.)

"This is gonna be quick!" Charlie thought grimly.

He gripped her ass and roiled his dick in conjunction with her increasingly strident pelvic ululations.

In truth, Miriam had been building a foundation for Priscilla's detonation all throughout the church service. Ignoring the sermon, Miriam's mind drifted. She fondly recalled her encounter with Bennett Leone the month before despite feeling hugely put upon by its abrupt conclusion. The details of that tryst were fresh in her mind. Young Master Leone was downstairs just now, sitting in a pew with his family. She could see his unruly shock of rusty red hair from her seat in the balcony.

She remembered how he'd fucked her roughly that night at the swimming hole, slamming his dick the length of her cunt with manly precision as her sisters looked on. He'd fucked Beulah and Dinah, too, before standing up to Priscilla's challenge. Miriam mounted him and gave as good as she'd gotten. Even now she could almost feel Ben's testicles flopping against her taint as she rocked him from her mount atop Chawlie’s purpled cock. They'd assailed each other that night, weaving an intricate web of fuck thunder that served Miriam's masturbatory fantasies for weeks afterward.

"Fuck me! Fuck Me!” she meditated with passion.

It was a good thing that Miriam hadn't given voice to her silent remembrances, lest the church services be disrupted with scandal.

Priscilla heard Miriam's salacious musings, though, and responded accordingly. She gushed alive, overflowing with the aromatic juices of Miriam's private lust.

Miriam anticipated this problem. Some weeks back she'd allowed her attention to wander during church services in much the same manner. The result had been a large, wet stain on the back of her church dress, a wetness that she didn't notice until she returned from her secret world of sexual fantasy. As services concluded she'd immediately employed her sisters to block the view of onlookers while she exited the sanctuary. She'd promptly raced to the first available bench and sat there while the blotch dried.

Miriam had been mortified that day. Her sisters just laughed.

Ever resourceful, Miriam now came to church with a thick cotton pad situated under her dress between Priscilla and her seat. Priscilla could still drip during the sermon, but most of her issue would be sopped up. Only the front of Miriam's bloomers would wetten. This, she thought, was an acceptable compromise, especially insofar as, with proper positioning, that leak wouldn't stain the front of her dress.

Charlie Leone sat with his family in another section of the 'segregation' balcony. He was dressed in his work clothes. He didn't have much else. As Miriam floated at plateau, unable to complete Priscilla's desire with mere remembrance fantasy, Charlie's attention, too, wandered. He peered about the church sleepily, wondering when this dreary 'white folks' sermon would come to an end.

Something unusual caught his eye.

It was Miriam Thompkins. She was gazing intently in his direction, hoping to attract his attention. He saw her, but he didn't see her. It was the cheek poke that disrupted his absent-minded reverie. Had he actually seen that? In church?

Slowly, he allowed his eyes to drift up to hers. Maybe she was just cleaning her teeth. Maybe he'd mistaken her intent. Their eyes met.

There it was again!

Miriam drove her tongue into her left cheek twice to simulate female fellatio. Everybody knew what the cheek poke meant. Charlie met her gaze seeking confirmation. What he received by way of reply was the ‘How many times is I gots to offur before you says yes?’ look. Her non-verbal communication was clear. Miriam followed this with a surreptitious nod to the bell tower upstairs.

A booty call in church! There was pussy in the offing! Charlie's face broadened into a wide grin.

"I gots to start comin' to church mo' often!"

Miriam rolled her eyes.

"It's about time."

She'd been trying to attract his attention for at least a half hour now.

Charlie responded with another cheek poke, a single, into his left cheek. Miriam nodded demurely. The meeting was set.

Of course, Ben had already given Charlie the details of his conquest of the Thompkins triplets. He'd fucked the shit out of all three girls (by his telling) and left them rapturously unconscious at the swimming hole, dripping penis honey from every orifice. And he was going to do it to them again the first chance he got. Did Charlie want in on the action?

What does one say to an offer like that? Charlie accepted.

Miriam's church foray changed things a bit. It bypassed Ben's introduction, cutting out the middleman. Miriam's cheek poke booty call was Charlie's chance to "tap dat ass" on his own terms.

Charlie didn't expect to see Ben after church. He knew that Ben would probably be doin' it to some girl down in the basement. (Ben gave Charlie all those details, too.) Here, now, was a chance for Charlie to surprise Ben with a church fuck story of his own. The chief triplet had actually given him the cheek poke! Charlie's penis stirred.

"How much longer is dis guy gon' preach?!" Charlie wondered with exasperation.

After the final benediction Charlie waited in his seat while his mother, siblings and the other Negroes cleared the balcony. He pretended to get in the line to descend the stairs but he lingered back, allowing anyone and everyone to take his spot in line. He'd already seen Miriam dart behind a column to a hallway leading to the belfry ladder. He kept a sharp eye to see if anyone had noticed her. No one had.

Her two sisters were eyeing him. They obviously knew of Miriam's plans. Charlie gave them a knowing smile.

"I'm gon' fuck yo' sister. I'm gon' fuck de shid owda her."

They seemed to be a bit overly pleased at this unspoken but clearly communicated news. Charlie was a little perplexed. Most girls sneer when another girl's insidious plans come to fruition. Dinah and Beulah seemed positively giddy. Was something going on that he didn't know about? The triplets hadn't given him any indications prior to this. He'd seen them on occasion and come away with not so much as a wink. Charlie became slightly suspicious.

"Sumpn's goin' on."

He waited until the balcony cleared, even deigning to descend the staircase himself before declaring (within earshot of everyone milling about):

"I fo'git my Bible upstairs. Be right back."

No one thought it strange that a black man who couldn't read had brought a Bible to church. Charlie ascended the stairwell two steps at a time. His disappearance was soon forgotten in the jocularity of the after church fellowshipping.

Charlie arrived in the bell tower to find an impatient Miriam Thompkins, arms crossed and feet tapping, after the manner of black women who have something to do and someplace to be and not enough time to do both. She looked past him to see if he'd been followed. Charlie closed the trap door in the floor behind him. Only then did Miriam turn, scooch her dress up and pull her bloomers to the floor. Charlie was taken aback.

"I, I thought you wuz gwine." he stammered.

"You thought I wuz gwine suck yo' dick?" Miriam countered. "We ain't got time fo' dat right now. Take too long. Too many people around. I need you to, you know."

"To what?"

"To fuck me, Chollie. Don't play dumb. Is ah'm wagglin' my tooncey in de air fo' nuttin'?"

"Me? Here?"

"Boy! Is you wants de poosy or ain't you! I can get somebody else."

"I, I" Charlie stammered again.

"You ain't want no poosy. Somebody lied to me."

Miriam reached down and resolutely pulled her bloomers up.

"No, I'll take it. I'll take it!" Charlie assured her.

Miriam stopped re-dressing.

"Well?"

Charlie stepped to her and pulled her bloomers back down. In the process the aroma of her sex became evident. His dick, already prickly with the prospect of penetration, lumbered awake. It found the crease in his pantaloons and peeked out without assistance. Miriam saw it emerge. She gripped his pud, twisted and squeezed. In seconds his cock bloomed erect, pouring forth like a hooded forest cobra.

"Hmm," Miriam observed. "At least dey ain't lie 'bout dat much. You do gots a big un."

"Who is 'dey'?" Charlie asked.

"Niggy, don't axe dumb questions. You see dis?"

(Here she pointed to her pussy with her middle finger.)

"Put, you dick, in ,here! Dass all you needs to know."

She preened up on her toes to expose Priscilla more fully. Charlie could sense the heat emanating from Miriam's hairy babymaker. She didn't appear to require much foreplay.

Priscilla was a snapper.

Downstairs in the church basement, Bennett Leone was already mounted over Janice Leone's freckled ginger ass. Her huge crop of crimson pubic hair bulged outward from her vulva giving the impression that he was fornicating with a bear cub. Ben aimed the tip of his cock into her mass of curly labial tresses hoping to find a vagina at the bottom of it. It seemed an interminable passage, fraught with peril for the uninitiated.

Once past her silky jungle, however, Jannie's vaginal credentials were unparalleled. Her pussy ranked up there with the best of them. It was fresh and warm and wet. It contrasted nicely with Jannie's outwardly frosty demeanor. Ben fucked her from behind. He reached around front, using his thumb and forefinger to masturbate her engorged super-clitoris like a man, just as she'd taught him. He pulled her clitoral foreskin back and forth over her penile nub. This sensation, in concert with his thick, intrusive penis, wafted the girl aloft into an insensate realm of carnality where she lingered and lingered, sampling the electric impulses to be found there. Bennett used her pussy to masturbate his dick, twirling circlets into her love canal as she suckled his thrusts. They were old hands at this. Sunday was their day to re-acquaint themselves.

Unlike Miriam up in the bell tower, Jannie was in no hurry. It would be a week before she could meet with Ben like this again. They'd successfully fucked in this manner so often that the fear of discovery was a distant memory.

When Jannie felt herself nearing the tipping point she simply eased her pussy off Ben's cock, turned and sucked him. She knew he wouldn't cum until she was ready.

On his dick was the aroma of her carnal universe. Succulent. Heady. Deeply arousing. It was addictive.

She slobbered bubbles along his shaft, then stood and pointed his dick into her stinkness.

"It needs some seasoning," she reasoned.

There was a marked difference between Jannie's rectum and her poochipap. From Ben's perspective her ass was drier, firmer, less accommodating. He had to be well lubricated before making the trip up her poop chute. It was work.

By contrast Jannie's pussy always smiled open and never failed to recommend her clitoris as a friend and confidante, and well worthy of his attention. Too, she was slippery in a fun sort of way. If one tripped and fell into her, her charming laugh erased all elements of dismay.

"Whoops! Take care, now! Let's try it again!"

From Jannie's perspective her ass and her pussy were flip sides of the same organism. Both required thickness, friction and motion to prosper.

"I'm full. That's the thing."

Jannie's clit was an entirely different slice of pie. It raged and burgeoned like a small penis, complete with all the attributes and detriments of said protuberance. It had thickness, length and a crown. Jannie could waft it aloft at will. Men who encountered it visually for the first time were often shocked to see it rising like a spring mushroom from beneath Jannie's crimson carpet.

"There's a pussy down there, too." Janice often reminded her lovers, queefing its scent to soften the stunning visual effect of her throbbing mini-member.

She enjoyed getting blown, man or woman, it made no difference. Janice would lay on her back and open her legs wide so that she might watch whomever chose to service her. She imagined the ridicule she might endure if she were a man with such a small, stubby penis. Instead, she enjoyed the amazement her lobster claw clitoris evoked. It bobbed at the apex of her cleft, preening for tongue. And if no mouth closed upon it, the friction/pressure of a furry pubis served almost as well, as long as a huge dick encumbered her vaginal passage in tandem. Jannie had the best of both worlds.

Just now she could feel Ben's dick surging faster and faster still inside her bottom. Her ass cheeks wobbled and flattened with each powerful thrust.

"Not yet!"

She eased up off his dick, leaving it throbbing manically in the air.

"I'm gonna suck it, okay? And then you do me," she murmured aloud.

This was not a request.

Jannie knelt and took Ben's dick into her mouth.

As Buck Harness' niece, Jennifer Harkness wasn't family per se. Sure, she called Abigail Leone Harkness 'auntie', but that title accrued from marriage, not blood.

Jake Leone didn't care either way. She had a pussy, didn't she? What else mattered?

Back in the day, the two of them had been chicken fighting partners at the Thompkins swimming hole before a group of parents banned the game outright. Jake remembered that one time where he, Ben, Tommy Thompkins, Leo Green, Pete Harkness and a few other teens convinced a number of the local girls, black and white, to chicken fight in the nude. After some trepidation, one of the black girls stripped naked, followed by a few others. Finally the white girls doffed their clothing to avoid being called 'yellow'.

Jake was amazed to see his partner, Jennie, boldly splashing about in the buff. She wasn't grown yet. Her titties best resembled a set of overly large nipples lacking heft or sway. 'Mosquito bites' she called them. Her bush, too, was a work in progress. Despite its deep brunette coloration, it didn't cover her entire puss; one could still see patches of white skin beneath. (This wasn't true of any of the Leone girls, all of whom sported full-bush pussies and wobbly breasts as they entered their teens.)

When Jennie mounted his shoulders and he could feel her vagina pressing against his neck, Jake almost swooned. His penis ballooned erect. Though he sought to hide it beneath the watery surface, Jennie noticed his boner and called it to the attention of the other girls. Then everyone, male and female, had a good laugh at Jake's expense.

Jake and Jennie defeated Leo Green and Dinah Thompkins in the first round of chicken fighting that day. Jake's erect penis touched Leo's penis (also erect) during the mash up, causing Leo to fall over backward in shock. Tommy Thompkins and Polly Lynn Bannister subsequently defeated Jake and Jennie in the second round.

After the loss, Jake attempted to keep Jennie astride his shoulders purely for the feel of her naked ass against his skin. Jennie wiggled free of his grip and spent the rest of that day avoiding him. He seemed just too eager to 'accidentally' touch her with his penis. She'd thought it cute at first. Not so much later on.

Much had transpired between that summer day seven years ago and this.

Firstly, Janice Leone spilled the beans about the naked chicken-fighting contest. Since the black boys present had witnessed white girls naked (although none of them had taken white girls as chicken-fighting partners), coed swimming had been summarily banned.

"What were you thinking! white fathers thundered at their sons. "Lett’n blackies see your sista buck nekkid! Ever last one oh dem coulda got raped. You knows how their kind is!"

Secondly, Jake Leone inadvertently impregnated his cousin Patrice McNulty, who subsequently married and moved away to Tennessee.

Thirdly, Jennie's uncle Buck married Jakie's cousin Abigail, making Jennie an erstwhile member of the Leone clan. She was, as yet, unaware of the initiation fee into that august tribe.

It was Bennett Leone who apprised Jennie Harkness of her membership dues. Jennie lost her virginity to Ben during the wedding festivities. He fucked her several more times at church before passing her off to his cousin Jake because (he said): "She needs mo' practice'n I got time to give."

Despite Ben's assessment of her nascent sexual capacities, Jennie Harkness blossomed into a lovely young woman. A natural brunette, she wore her flaxen hair after the fashion of a lion's mane reaching down to the small of her back. Her 'mosquito bites' filled in nicely to become apple sized breasts featuring cherry nipples. She had a small waist and a proportionatel

By Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"He say I 'posed to suck he dick when he get here. He say he got a big un," Beulah Thompkins commented offhandedly as she scrubbed a berry stain from a white linen shirt.

"Dey all say dat," her sister Miriam snipped back. "What he gon' giv'n you if'n you does?" Her dark hands were lathered in lye soap.

"I sucked his dick dat one time, you 'member I tole you? Down by de back fence?" interjected Dinah, the third sister, ignoring Miriam's query. "It ain't l'il. I've sucked bigger, d'ough."

The three slave women were identical triplets, well past puberty, and more than familiar with the Southern poontang tradition imposed upon comely young black women in northeast Louisiana. This late summer afternoon found them hand washing the Thompkins family clothing in the creek using smooth stones and homemade soap. They gossiped as they worked. Beulah Thompkins' comment about Bennett Leone's impending visit was considered of no more consequence than a treatise on owl migration patterns.

"You sucked his dick? What he giv'n you?" Beulah asked Miriam.

"A bad case of jizz breff!" Dinah laughed.

"Shut up, Dinah." Miriam snapped. "Leastways I only sucked his dick an' sent him home. You sucked his dick an' den you offered he de poosy to boot! fo' free!"

"Pissh. My poosy need jist as much relief as he dick. And so do your'n, tell de troof an' shame de Debil! Why ah'm-a let him shoot his foofy in my mouf' an' don't get no joy on my own account? You sound stupid."

"Dat ain't de point. You know dat ain't de point. Supposin' Marse Tommy find out you been givin' some-a his poosy to Marse Bennett? For free? He don't like Marse Bennett no how on account of that time Marse Bennett made Chollie whup him down to the swimmin' hole."

"I wish'd I coulda been dere to see dat!" Beulah mused absentmindedly.

"Well I was dere", Miriam continued. "An' you ain't seen nuttin' tell you sees a chocolate lass cut loose on a white boy. Chollie whupped dat crackuh's ass up one side an' down de udder. Some-a de udder white boys went to help Marse Tommy but Marse Bennett said he'd sic Chollie on dem, too. Come right out and said he'd fight on Chollie's side! Dat made 'em gulp back some tobacky, lemme tell you!"

"Lawdy! Dat wuz sev'm years ago! I'll suck Marse Bennett's dick six ways from Sunday if he'll sic Chollie on ole Tommy one mo' again!" Beulah smirked.

"Bof' 'um's grown now. Chollie only got away wid it 'cause dey's boys. He take and go upside Marse Tommy's haid now and Marse Bennett cain't protect him like he did back den. Marse Tommy'll get up a posse an' go an' lynch Chollie, you watch and see. String him right up and Benny cain't he'p him." Dinah noted.

"Dat Chollie is de one whose dick you oughta be lookin' at suckin'", Miriam observed with a note of satisfaction. "Dass one good-lookin' blackie."

"I know, right? But de onliest time we sees him is at church. An' he don't come half de time. He stay home wid' his Pa."

"You let me catch him alone one time, jist once. I'll put it on him so good he won't never wanna go back to de Leone's. He-a change his name to Thompkins!" Miriam vowed.

"Yeh, yeh. We know. Yo' poosy is de sunshine in de sky. I'd like to see you to prove it, Miss Braggadodiodo." Beulah challenged.

"Oh ho! You got a dick I can wrap my Priscilla around? Pull it out. She'll have you screamin' my name out loud."

"Not my dick. Oh no! Marse Bennett's dick, when it get here"

"I thought you wuz de one gwine suck his dick? What my Priscilla got to do wit' yo bid'ness?"

"You de one always braggin' about she. Let's see what she can do. Less'n youse skeered."

"Skeered-a what? Whiteboy dick? Please."

Dinah intervened.

"She's right, you know. You de one always make it seem like yo poosy don't stink. 'N lawd knows I smells yo fish market ever' day. Yit when de big dicks come to callin', you always got sump'n else to do. I bet yo' throat see mo' dick den yo' poochipap do."

"Youse a damn lie. My Priscilla done seen mo' dick den you an' Beulah put togedder. I jist don't go runnin' off at the mouf about it. Bof' you heffahs talk too much."

"Who you done put it on, den? Besides Marse Tommy an' Freddy Harkness?"

"Dass fo' me to know an you to find out."

"Like I said: All mouf an' no poochipap."

Miriam decided to change tactics.

"What's he gon' gimme to let him slip his dick up into my Priscilla? He gimme a peppermint ball to suck his dick that other time. My Priscilla is worf' a whole lot more'n dat."

"He white! He ain't gotta give you nuttin'! Marse Tommy been all up in yo poosy, too, an' all he giv'n you was a snootful o' jizz!"

"Dass diffunt. Marse Tommy own dis place an' you and me bofe. Marse Ben is a visitor. An' he ain't 'posed to be here no how, seein' as how Marse Tommy don' like him. A gennulman always leaves a lady wif a 'commodation for her time an' talents."

"'Commodation my ass. You jist skeered. 'Commodations is fo' white womens' poosies. Yo poosy is on call."

"So what you wan' me to do?" Miriam asked. "Show you how to suck dick? Ain't I already did that? It ain't me who made dese cheek-poke arrangements."

"I, I, wanna suck his dick." Beulah said hesitantly.

"So who's stopping you?"

"I, I, want y'all to help me, is all."

"You need help sucking a dick? What's ailin' you?"

"I, I, want y'all to pitch in."

"Oh I get it!" chirped Dinah. "You want to put it on him! Priscilla, Patricia and Pamela all at the same time!"

(Priscilla, Patricia and Pamela were the given names for their respective pussies)

"Yeah."

"You tryna kill him", observed Miriam warily.

"I'm tryna see his face when you whip Priscilla on him, since she so good."

"Trust me. He won't be awake for long. He might faint. You better let him taste Pamela first 'cause if you don't Pamela is goin' dry."

"You can trust me. Pammie ain't never dry", Beulah countered confidently.

Bennett Leone, the white scion of a tobacco farm two miles distant, waited until Annie Leone's easy snoring permeated their shared loft bedroom. He hadn't bothered his sister for her sex this night, preferring to conserve his strength for his planned late evening foray over at the Thompkins farm.

Annie noticed his unusual reticence. She correctly deduced that he had other plans. She knew Ben well; her brother didn't just pass up free pussy.

"Ever' time his dick gets hard he wants to get it wet", she noted. "He don't waste no 'rections."

Rather than challenge him on the matter, Annie rolled over and promptly fell asleep. In the morning Ben's dick would be resting against her upper lip, seeking the warmth of her throat like always, no matter whose pussy juices graced his shaft the night before.

Ben played his part in this charade admirably. He nestled into his bed until he found a comfy position. As time passed he offered up some measured snores, softly at first, but deepening in timbre with each iteration. Annie noted his fake snoring with a wan shake of her blonde tresses.

"Go fuck whichever heffah suits you, Benny. Jeez! My pussy needs some rest anyway. It's not like we're married."

While he waited for Annie to drift off, Ben ruminated about Beulah Thompkins. The black girl and her family had been to church this past Sunday, sitting up in the balcony with the rest of the slaves. She wore a white ankle-length frock buttoned up to her neck. Ben couldn't help but imagine the svelte curves underlying her Victorian raiment, the luscious milk chocolate tits, her velvet pubic mound. All three of those Thompkins triplets were fine as hell. They sucked a mean dick, too. Tommy Thompkins didn't like sharing them, selfish bastard.

After church Ben sought Beulah's attention. Catching her eye, he gave her the time honored come on, that is, he poked his tongue into his cheek twice to simulate female fellatio. Beulah, surprised at being thus selected, smiled and dropped her eyes demurely. They were in church, after all! When she raised her head again she sought Ben's gaze and poked her tongue into her cheek just once, signifying acceptance.

Ben looked around. Scores of parishioners were laughing and milling about while conversing. His surreptitious cross-crowd conversation with the black girl went unnoticed in the hubbub. He mouthed the word "Wednesday" voicelessly across the racial chasm between them. (Even after church, the races didn't mingle). Beulah nodded her assent. And that was that. They would meet at the Thompkins swimming hole. Ben couldn't risk being caught on Tommy's farm after hours.

Annie's measured snoring brought Ben back to the present. He peeked out at his sister. In the nighted gloom he could see that she'd snuggled her shoulders and tits under her blanket, but her naked ass poked out to the very edge of her bed. Her hairy labia swelled from between her ass cheeks, barely concealing her pink slit. It gleamed wetly. Annie's rounded ass rose and ebbed tremulously with each breath. Ben's penis surged at the sight.

"Beulah better be good. Look at what I'm passing up!" Ben mused silently.

He stepped to his sister with his erect member in hand and eased his pudenda back and forth along the horizontal line of her crevice. Unconsciously, Annie drew her right leg up to afford him better access to her pinkness. Even asleep, she was used to such intrusions.

Ben eased forward until his helmet disappeared into her slippery cooze. Rather than plunge further in, Ben gripped his shaft and began to masturbate. He stroked his shaggy foreskin sensually against Annie's pussy lips, relishing the sticky sound of their intercourse and the sweet aroma thereof.

All too soon Ben's jism sprayed forth in fits and spurts.

"That's it. That's good. Now I won't cum too fast with Beulah. I cain't have her telling her sisters I cain't fuck."

Ben pulled his sticky wet cock back into his drawers, then threw on his coveralls and climbed out of the loft. He sneaked out the front door and soon disappeared into the darkness.

Alone in the loft, Annie reached down between her legs to scoop some of Ben's jism. She drew it to her lips and sniffed it.

"Whoever it is he's fucking, he don't want her to think he cums too fast", she correctly surmised. Then she rolled over and dropped back off to sleep.

Ben hurried down the darkened dirt road to the Thompkins place two miles distant. He didn't bother to disguise his egress. Any slave catchers about would quickly notice his race and allow him to pass. He wouldn't need to dissemble his intent until he approached the Thompkins farm. Ben knew of a path that avoided the Thompkins' hound dogs. It led to the Thompkins' swimming hole where, undoubtedly, Beulah would be waiting. Ben hoped she'd been thoughtful enough to bring a blanket. Though he'd only asked for a blowjob, poontang was always a viable option at these encounters.

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Arriving at the Thompkins' swimming hole, Ben looked about cautiously. A full moon bathed the pond in twilight. There were shadows at the tree line, but the small sandy beach leading into the water was fully exposed.

"Bea?" Ben called out cautiously. "Bea? You here?"

"Yassuh" came Beulah's soft reply as she stepped into the gladelight from the woods. Ben grinned. Beulah was naked from the waist up. Her tits bounced saucily in the moonlight, perky ebony nipples upturned and shiny. Her breasts were much bigger than when he'd last seen them. Plus, she'd thought to bring a blanket.

"Yes!"

As she approached him, Beulah wiggled free of her skirt. By the time she reached Ben she was fully and spectacularly naked. Ben took a moment to regard her. She had an hourglass waist, full dark lips and an impish smile. A curly patch of black pubic hair outlined her vagina. She didn't look as muscular as Charlie's sister Ruthie or his cousin Tilly. She looked soft. Curvy. Like a girl.

The Thompkins triplets pressed their natural hair straight with a hot comb. Ben didn't know how Beulah did it, but she wore her hair parted a little off to the left and straight down to her shoulders. It bounced in conjunction with her breasts when she walked. Unlike a white woman's hair, however, if Beulah's hair became wet for any reason it would draw up into an unmanageable kinky mass. Beulah knew this. She wasn't planning on swimming anytime soon. Whether she sweated some naps into it this night depended entirely upon Ben.

"Damn, girl! You look good!" Ben opened.

"I know." Beulah replied. She didn't offer a compliment in return.

"I see you brung a blanket. You got some plans?" Ben asked disingenuously.

"I might. If'n you don't mind?"

"I don't mind at all! Spread it out here. Right here away from the water."

Beulah did as she was told.

"You brung my lollipop?" she asked innocently.

"What lollipop?" Ben was taken aback.

"De lollipop you wuz braggin' about in church."

"Oh! This!"

Ben flumped his heavy cock from his pants. It reeked of fresh semen and sticky pussy.

Beulah scrunched her face up.

"Who said anything about yo' dick? You tole me you had a store-bought lollipop. Dass what de cheek poke mean."

Ben was confused.

"No. I, I meant, you know what I meant. Stop playin' around, girl. I come all this way and, "

Beulah smiled up at him.

"I'm jist playin' wit chu," she said.

Turning her attention to his exposed penis Beulah commented: "My! You done growed since de last time I seen Mr. Petey Winkle! You 'member dat time? All us wuz playin' in de water out here? We wuz kids. Look at you! I guess you think you a man, now, hey?"

She took his cock in her hand and caressed it. Predictably, it hardened and lengthened.

"Nice!" she said. "Who you been doin' it to? Dis dick smell like wet pooncey."

"It always smell like that. You don't like that smell?" Ben ventured.

"It's aiight, I guess. It might smell better if it was my poosy on dere."

"We can make that happen, too, if you want." Ben noted hopefully.

"Nope," Beulah said. "You said you wanted yo' lollipop licked. An' dass all I'm fi'nda do."

"Then why'd you bring the blanket?" Ben queried.

"You'a see." Beulah answered.

She knelt before him and took his penis into her mouth. The scent of Annie's recently plumbed labia majora shrieked into Beulah's nostrils. She drew back.

"Whew! Whoever's poosy dis is on here, it sho' is pow'ful!"

Ben ignored her comment. He closed his eyes and pressed Beulah's head back into service. Soon he was roiling his hips in little swirlets, plunging his cock down the black girl's throat. The scent of her fellatio mixed with the scent of his earlier sleep creep to produce a uniquely alluring aroma.

Ben pulled his cock from her mouth, bent and kissed her. They shared tongues lavishly for a moment before Ben stood and re-inserted his dick between her lips. Beulah grasped his thighs and chickenheaded him slowly. Occasionally she took a long, lavish lick up and down his shaft, marveling at its veiny texture, becoming more and more intoxicated by the masculine odor of his thick, meaty phallus. Pammie was soaked and quivering. Bea flickered her tongue against the sensitive nerves under his cockhead like a snake. This drove Ben into paroxysms of electric delight. He pressed his cock as deep into her throat as it would go. When he withdrew his cock was coated in bubbly foam. A rising tide of crackling heat lightning accumulated behind his eyelids.

"If I cum now, how long before I can cum again?" he wondered. "Oh Lordy! Hold back, Benny! Keep it right there!"

Ben bent and kissed her again. This time their kiss was deeper, more sensual. Her ample lips differed from the white girls he'd kissed. They were thicker, more supple, more akin to a woman's labia. Moreover, her mouth tasted of creamy coffee laden with cane sugar. Her lips were heart-shaped, her lower lip being slightly larger than her upper lip and dimpled at its mid-section. She kissed with the suckle of a freshly minted vagina bursting alive into volcanism. Reluctantly, Ben straightened and offered his dick to her again. He watched with amazement as those transcendent lips widened to engulf him.

"Only Annie sucks dick like this. Bea's pussy must be crazy hot!"

While Ben was devising a plan to get Beulah splayed out, ankles-to-earlobes, on the blanket, a second wettened heat source sent rivulets of electricity scorching up from his groin. Ben looked down. Amazingly, Beulah's sister Dinah had come from nowhere, knelt, and added her silky lips to the fray. She looked up at him with a wicked smile. Beulah looked at her sister with approval. She continued to nurse at his pud while Dinah chewed small hickies into Ben's shaft with her teeth.

Ben closed his eyes and let the sisters have at it. Two Beulahs! Each identical! He couldn't tell them apart. If they switched positions, he couldn't tell whose name to shout out during the money shot. Ben caressed both their heads and encouraged them to continue. His dick steamed with surge as he struggled to suppress his ejaculate. The longer he held out, the bigger the explosion would be when he finally released.

As Ben squirmed in the agony of his pre-ejaculatory extremis, a third mouth sent shockwaves up his frame. It was Miriam, the third triplet. She, too, was naked. He'd hit the jackpot!

Miriam wore her hair pulled back into a girlish ponytail. It's the only way Ben could tell her apart from her siblings and, indeed, she wore her hair differently for this exact purpose. She took up a position opposite Dinah on the other side of Ben's shaft and nibbled him further into submission.

This was just too much. Ben felt like a gymnast holding an impossibly unnatural position on the rings. His muscles burned. His body clenched as rigid as any penis. Fires raged from his eyeballs. His knees felt like jelly, unable to support his weight.

Finally, Ben surrendered to the inevitable. He fired a massive burst of jism against Beulah's tongue, bucking and straining with the effort. Soon her mouth was awash in spunk. It dripped like honey from her supple lips and her teeth. She held her mouth open so that her sisters and Ben could see his jism accumulate into a tapioca-like puddle on her tongue. Then she smiled and blithely swallowed his issue down.

"Move, girl", Miriam ordered in her best "take-charge" fashion. "You gon' let his dick get soft before I gets my chance."

Miriam's brusqueness broke Ben's post-orgasmic reverie.

"It's my turn at the tip", Dinah interrupted. "I wuz here 'fore you was."

"You gon' has to wait. Bea done drained his dick. You don' know how to suck no drained dick. If we has to wait on you we'll be here all night. Lemme get him hard again and den you kin suck him all you want. He won't be in no rush to shoot his jizz again, not after that pile he just unloaded on Bea."

Dutifully, Beulah ceded her spot to Miriam. Beulah took up Miriam's position along Ben's lumbering shaft.

Now in the catbird's seat, Miriam paused to sniff the air dramatically.

"Dang, girl!" Miriam commented to Beulah. "Pamela sho' is payin' off! She sho' ain't dry. You wasn't lying 'bout dat much. Hey, I bet you Pammie can get him hard faster'n I can, you reckon?"

"He ain't axed for Pammie, Miri. I give him what he axed fuh."

"Just cause he ain't axed for Pammie don' mean we cain't put Pammie to good use. I ain't seen the fella yet as don't want a sloppy wet piece-a prime poosy, even if he ain't got the sense to axe fuh it. An' you needthe practice, anyways. Stand up."

Beulah did as she was told. Of equals, Miriam was the most equal sister.

"Raise yo' leg up. Like this."

Beulah complied.

"Whew! You smell like a buncha dicks been up in you already! You smell dat, Di?"

Dinah smirked.

"Shut up, Miri. Pammie jist wet is all. Bea been suckin' dick. You ack like cain't nobody's poosy get riled up but your'n."

"I'm just sayin'," replied Miriam.

Miriam positioned Beulah directly facing Ben, still woozy and swaying from his mammoth earlier splatter. She took Ben's limp penis and positioned it awkwardly between Beulah's labia, centered at the entrance to her hole. Using her index finger, she pushed Ben's spent member up into her sister's pussy. It slid easily inside. Pammie was slick with t

By Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

My name is Janice. The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in 1844. Mary Lynn, Gretchen, Annie, & Polly Lynn were sitting with me at the wedding reception for Abby. The girls had sex on their minds and imagined what Abby’s wedding night might be like, tonight.

 After several tawdry comments, Mary Lynn turned to me and said; "Janice, tell us 'bout Blue again. I don't know how you do it. I couldn't get a dick that big up in me without a shoe horn an' a brick!"

Gretchen: "Yeh, Janice, tell us! I still cain't get over how you said you warn't never gunna get you a woodpile slave. An' now you got the best one!"

Annie: "I dunno that he's the best one. He might be the biggest one. I still say that Charlie Nelson can fuck rings around jist about anybody I know, white or black. That boy can work it!"

Janice: "Well, I ain't tested Charlie out yet."

Annie: "It ain't like I ain't offered you the chance."

Janice: "You mean that time down to your pond? When Abby took my turn? I warn't ready then. I warn't broke in good. You knew that. You wuz tryin' to get me to do sump'n I warn't ready for. I'll try him now, though. I'm good an' broke in now, some might say."

Mary Lynn: "Tell us, Janice! Is you done did to him lately?"

Janice: "Yeah. We done it yesterday. Cain't you see I'm walkin' funny?"

Polly Lynn: "I noticed. I ain't wanna say nuthin."

Janice: "Well, if you'd had your legs cocked open for a hour an' a half an' a big ole elephant trunk snappin' in your cunt, you'd be walkin' funny, too."

Gretchen: "A hour an' a half?"

Janice: "If I'm lyin', I'm flyin."

Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Dang."

Polly Lynn: "Did you make him lick you? That's the part I wanna hear."

Janice: "He licked me. Front and back. An' I licked him, too."

Jennie: "He give you a back lick?"

Janice: "Of course. He's grown. He ain't like our biddy li'l boys what don't want to go the full measure. He licked me clean."

Jennie: "Front and back?

Janice: "Yep. Front, back, knees, pits, toes, taint and titties. I ain't no li'l girl no more. What? You think he spent the whole hour'n a half humpin' my cunt? I'd be dead! An' so would you, for that matter. Ain't I told you he got a elephant trunk in his pants?"

Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "The full measure! Wow!"

Janice: "Do you want me to tell the story or don't you?"

Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Do tell; Do tell!"

Janice: "Okay. So you know my Pa an' my brother come to town early to help with the dance setup, right? That left me and my Ma home alone. So I'm lying in my bed an' it occurs to me that I ain't had none in a few days. I could tell because my cunny had got hot and achy, an' that only happens when she ain't, well, she ain't did what a good cunny is 'posed to do. I don't want get too much into it. All of us has been there from time to time.

"So I wondered if'n I had the time to go get Blue. Usually, I'll give him a hint to come up to the house real late after everyone goes asleep. But I ain't had the time yesterday to pull his coat. I'd thought he was goin' to town with my Pa. But my Pa ain't took the carriage to town. Him and Jake rode the horses. So that left me with a achy cunny and no way to cool her off, less'n I used my hand, an' I ain't wanna do that if'n I could get a message to Blue. Who wants a hand if'n you can get the real thing? If you polish pearl an' the real thing shows up, you might don't have the energy to handle the ride, you know? Anyway, that was how I saw it.

"So I was gunna see if I could sneak down an' get him. I peeked out my door an' I ain't see anything stirring. So I was gunna make a run for it. Jist as I was rampin' up to go, I seen my Ma sliding out! She had her nightdress on an' a overcoat. I don't know where she was goin', but I didn't want her to see me peekin' out, so I slipped back into bed an acted like I was asleep.

"By and by, I ain't hear nuthin'. She jist disappeared into the night. I figured she must'a forgot sump'n an' went to get it. But she was gone for so long, an' my ache jist wouldn't go away, I knew I had to do sump'n. So I gathered up my courage an' I slipped out of my bedroom. I tiptoed over to the front door an' peeked out. I ain't see her anywhere. An' I ain't wanted to sneak out and have her catched me on her way back from wherever she was.

"Finally, I took a deep breath an' I jist run out the front door. I told myself that if I come across my Ma, I'd tell her I went to axe her sump'n an' she warn't in her bedroom. I said I'd say I got panicked and run out lookin' for her. Anyway, that sounded good to me. An' my Ma would believe me, if it come to that.

"Really, I was on my way down to Blue's place in the field worker quarters. I was gunna roust him up and have him come up to the house. I knowed better than to have him in my room or for me to stay at his place, because my Ma would come an' check on me soon's she got back from wherever she was. So I was gunna tell him to climb up into the loft where Jake sleeps an' wait for me there. Even if my Ma checked on me, I could always call down from the loft an' tell her where I was. She wasn't gunna climb up.

"So I get down to Blue's hut. I peek in. Don't you know he's already got a dark gal mounted up an' she's jist a roilin'! He's got this stupid smile on his face, you know, that look they get when they's locked in? You like it when they get that look because they're sot jist so and won't cum, so's you can jist roil and roil an' don't have to worry 'bout re-energizin' a floppy dick or wipin' jizz off a leaky cunny.

"He sees me in the window. I give him the thumb jerk. He knows that means I want him to come up to the house. He's thinkin' I give him the thumb jerk earlier an' he musta missed it, because he give the maid gal a tap on her ass an' told her to finish up. She musta already had got hers because she ain't made too much of a complaint about gettin' shorted. She eased her cunny off him and reached for her clothes. His dick was still rock hard. When I see that I run back to the house an' waited. I knowed he would come.

"I get back to the house an' my Ma ain't made it back yit. I wasn't too worried. She usually knows what she's about. I was jist concerned that she would come up jist as Blue was comin' up, you know? I ain't wanted that. So I waited at the front door till I see him comin'. I rushed him in an' I told him to skeedaddle up into the loft an' wait for me in my brother, Jake’s bed. I peeked out for a bit, lookin' for my Ma, but she never showed up. By an' by my cunny ache told me she'd be alright. My twat ain't often wrong. I climbed up into the loft behind Blue.

"Once't I got up there I lit a candle so's I could see. He's up there, alright, dick in hand. He ain't washed it since he'd been up in the maid girl's cunny, so he had that "I been fuckin'" smell; you know how it do. Some folks don't like it. I used to didn't like it, but I've got used to it. It don't bother me now as much as it used to.

"Anyway, I know I've said this before, but that durn Blue is one good looking boy. He's got that ebony skin, bald head, and them big muscles. His eyes are hazel, an' he's got lips like a girl. Not femmy, I mean, but kinda, what's the word? Sensitive? Sensual? That's the word. Sensual. You'd like to kiss him. That's what I mean. Usually you jist want a field worker to fuck 'cause his dick can crawl way up in you and scrub the areas where a regular dick don't reach, most times. But with Blue, you jist wanna suck on his lips an' his tongue an' his neck while his dick is scrubbing you out. An' you feel like, kinda like, a woman. You know?

"Plus, you wanna talk about Prescott Gaston can suck some cunny? He cain't hold a candle to Blue. That big boy can suck a cunny like it was a chicken bone, an' won't leave nary bit of gristle, nor fat, neither. You ain't got to axe Blue for the pooty-woo. He'll lick you back to front, front to back, top to bottom and side to side. You get done with a Blue lickin' session an' it's jist like you'd had a hot bath on a Saturday. An' we ain't even talked about his dick yet.

"Anyway, I was sayin' I lit a candle and Blue was there on my brother’s bed with his dick in his hand. He stood up and stroked it till it stood up on its own. He knows I like that. Lemme tell you, once't his dick gets hard? He can bend his head down and suck it on his own. One time I dared him to do it, an' he did it, an' I thought it was the most amazin' thing. He wasn't ashamed or nuthin'. I watched him suck it for a minute or two, then I jumped in an sucked it for him. I ain't wanted him to take my job out ah my hands. He might wouldn't wanna mash his dick up in my cunny no more. I couldn't have that.

"But I ain't had him suck hisself yesterday. I wanted to kiss him an' he had that other girl's cream all over his dick. I ain't wanna taste that, so I needed to twatted him up in my own fur, like Annie said, before I put my mouth or his mouth on it.

"So I had him lie down on his back an' I clumb up on him an' I eased myself down on it. You 'member the first time him and me did it standin' up an' I ain't had no problems gettin' it in because I was so wet and horny with The Taint? Well, that was then. I ain't got The Taint now. So you can jist imagine it's a bit more harder'n it was the first time I done it to him.

"I pointed him into my fur and jiggled around till my cunny lips was situated roundst that big ole dickhead as best as I could get it. Felt like he was mashin' my cunny lips into my thighs, he was so thick. So I give a li'l push and he widened me. But I still couldn't fit his whole thing in. I give another li'l push. An' another. But it ain't seem like he was gettin' any deeper, an' I needed him to be real deep, because my burn don't start from the front of my cunny. It starts from the back an' it plugs into my clit at the front. That's what makes her hard and wobbly, less'n somebody gives her a suck.

"So I says to him, I says: "I'm gunna need some grease, it appears."

"He knows what that means. So I crawled up his chest with my pooty and I give him the woo right off the bat. I put Hilda May, ya know, that’s what I named my nub. I put her right in his mouth to let her blossom from the forest. When she got good and hard, I give him my front hole to lick. Then I give him my back hole. Then the front hole again. Then I went back and forth between the two with the quickness, jist ah-sloshin' him up. I'm humpin' his face. One time I turned around an' give him the chance't to lick up my crack from the back. I opened my eyes that time an' here's his dick, right in my face! But he still had that maid girl's cunny juice caked up on it, so I ain't wanna suck it.

"But my back lick felt so good! I had them colored lights flashin' behind my eyes an' my innards was cookin' with fire. My cunny was drippin' cream and Blue was jist ah-lappin' it up. An' I had this monster dick staring me in the face. Jist ah-quiverin'! I says to myself, I says: "Lemme cunny this dick up proper so's I can suck it. This don't make no sense, him suckin' me an' I cain't suck him back. No sense at all!"

"So I turned around again. I'm still on top, you see, squattin' on the balls of my feet. An' I pointed his dick back into my twat. This time it went in easier. I got the head in, anyway, an' that's the widest part. Now all I'd got to do was work the other fifteen inches in! So's I grit my teeth an' set about the task. My cunny don't seem to mind the smell of another woman's cunny on a dick. It's my nose that makes those objections. An' I meant to suck that dick that day, you hear me? I mean, after I'd twatted him up a bit.

"So I'm ridin' him. Slow at first, but a li'l faster an' a li'l faster each time down the pole. I meant to scrub that dick clean. That's the best part of havin' a thick, red carpet like I gots. It's better'n a washrag an' soap. It soaks up all the leftover cunny juice an' don't leave nuthin' but fresh, clean Janice on a pole.

"Meanwhile I'm thinkin': "You know, I ain't never had the full fifteen inches. The most I've had is maybe the first thirteen." I always leave the last couple inches dry. Well, not totally dry. I give him some crawly drip, sometimes, when I'm on top. Anybody would. But that don't really count. I ain't never been able to rub my Hilda May, my clit, up against his nappy, you know? You know how it feels good to scrape your clit up against a boy's fur, sometimes, an' jist rotate? Especially nappy big boys, because it's got all that friction, all that kink? Well, Hilda May ain't never been acquainted with Blue's patch. I lay it ain't a passel of women can say they clits ever touched Blue's nappy patch, leastways not whilst his dick was up in 'em.

"So I says to my clit, I says: "Hilda May? Today is your day."

"So I'm countin' the inches. Sev'm inches. Eight. Ten. 'Lem. I get to twelve inches an' my cooch is gaspin' for air. Blue ain't jist long. He's thick! I got 'nuther three inches to go an' I feel like I'm in the deep end of the pond swimmin', gotta come up for air occasional, less'n I'll drown. But I'm on top, so's it ain't so noticeable. When he's whalin' away from the top he don't give a gal the chance't to breathe proper. Jist Bam, Bam, Bam! I dunno. It feels good, but you don't get the chance to breathe, is all.

"Okay, so I'm grippin' a full thirteen. I look down an' my cunny is jist tremblin', huffin', an' puffin' like a prizzner on a chain gang. Hilda May is rock hard, jist ah-dancing along his pole like a li'l snotty marble. She's happy. Smilin'. She's plugged. But she ain't the one puttin' in the work. It's my cunny that's strainin' to breathe, not my clit.

"I'd got two inches to go. I give a li'l push. An' then another. I looked down. Dogged if'n I ain't right where I started! Them last two inches warn't gunna come easy. I see Hilda May stretchin' to reach Blue's nappy patch. She can see it. She can smell it. She jist cain't reach it. An' now she ain't so happy as before.

She reckoned: "I thought you said you wuz gunna roust me up against his nappy patch?"

So I go (to my cunny): "Come on, Sally! Let's don't leave Hilda May danglin'!"

(Sally's still gaspin' for air, donchuknow.)

"An' I give another li'l push, this time harder than before. Seemed like I gained another quarter inch. So I tried it again. Sally is strainin' now. She's sweatin'. Me an' Blue are doin' it, but it don't feel as good as it should 'cause now I'm competin'. If I'd left well-enough alone I coulda had busted a nut or three by now.

"But no. I'd got sot so's I had to rub up against his patch. Or bust! An' I'm jist abusing my cunny, my Sally, with Blue’s pole, like me an' her ain't the best of friends.

"Well, anything that's worth doin' is worth doin' right. Blue could tell I was strainin' to swallow him whole. He helped me as much as he could. But a cunny is only so deep, you know? If you got a thirteen-inch cunny it don't translate proper into a fifteen-inch cunny. An' you might stretch her out of shape in the attempt, an' she might don't bounce back. An' then when you get married, your white man won't never hope to fill you up. An' then you'd got to spend the rest of your life with a wrecked, an' outta shape cunny that cain't wrap up a regular dick an' lets it flop around in there like a peppermint in a jar.

"I looked down an' see he still had an inch an' a half of black snake pokin' out from my twat. Dry! An' Hilda May is jist ah-throbbin'.

"Girls? I give up, right then an' there. I eased up. I told Hilda May to get to scrubbin' that pole clean and don't worry about his patch. If we get there, we get there. But it don't make no sense to try an' force a king dick into a hole that ain't long enough to 'commodate. You know?

"Okay, so I decided to long-stroke him. I'd been inchin' down, you know, a inch down, a half a inch up. That way I figured I could get the full fifteen. Once I give up on that idea, I figured I'd do what I could with the top thirteen inches and damn the final two. So I drew my Sally all the way up to the tip, most let him fall outta me, jist hangin' in by the short hairs. Then I went all the way down, till I was full, thirteen inches in. An' I give him the swirl. Then I drew all the way up again, till his dick tip kissed my cunny lips real tender. Then I went all the way down again, till I could feel that big old cockhead budgin' up against the very back of my cunny. I give him the swirl again.

"We done it like that for about ten minutes, till he cum. Anybody woulda. I was goin' faster an' faster towards the end, there. I wanted him to cum before me. Usually it's me that cums first. I was ready to cum the whole time, though. When I felt his jizz shootin' into me, I give a li'l shiver with my cunny an' I slurped it up good. Now I know I'd got the maid girl's juice shaved off proper, I knowed it was time for me to get down to business.

"So after he got hard again, I knowed I had him. I could mangle him up like a pretzel and he warn't gunna splatter no time soon. So, first thing first, I give him the pooty-woo. I crawled up on his face an' I fucked his tongue from one hole to the other, whilst I sucked his dick. I sloshed my cunny all up in his face and scrubbed his nose up in my fur. I give him his jizz back 'long wit' some 'o my cream. An' I sucked the livin' shit outta that dick, girls, sucked it dry! I held that log in both my hands and jist bobbed on it. Chile? I cum over an' over an' over. It seemed like I couldn't help but sizzle. Dick in the mouth? Tongue in the ass? Girl? You ain't never had it so good.

"He licked every smatterin' o' cream from betwixt my legs. He nibbled my cunny lips. He sucked purple hickeys into my ass cheeks. Here, look. You wanna see?

(Here, Janice lifted her skirt and pulled her drawers down partially to display a series of intermingled purple/black bruises on her backside that looked more like the result of a beating than an amorous encounter.)

"I got a couple o' these upwards of my navel, too. An' look! There's one on the back o' my knee. I ain't seen that one till now. I'd show you the hickeys on my cunny lips, but you prolly couldn't see 'em under my fur. My whole cunny is purple blue, ladies. An' it ain't all jist because of the suckin'. I told you he had my legs cocked open for a good while as he sausaged me up. We'll get to that directly.

"Anyway, after I cum about four times, I clumb down down off his face. I hotched up on the edge of Jake's bed, on my knees, an' I waggled my doodihole in his face.

"Go on and put it in," I says to him, real sultry-like. "You know you want it."

"He went to put it up my cunny. But I wanted to try him up my poop chute. So when he pointed it at the wrong hole, I dipped a bit to let him know what time it was. He ain't no fool.

"He prized me open an' eased it in. I was still wet from the lickin' he give me. He gripped my butt cheeks and prized them open, too, so's he could get some lev'ridge. It ain't never easy gettin' a dick that big up a doodihole. I ain't you, Jennie. My doodihole is a clencher. She's tight. But we managed.

"Once't he got it in, he commenced to rammin'. Kaichakata! Kaikakachao! Each time he rammed it forward he got a li'l further up my doody. See, unlike a cunny, a doodihole ain't got no back. You can jist ram an' ram. An' if you ram long enough you can feel his nappy up against your butt cheeks, while your navel gets tickled from inside. Mine’s an innie, sept when Blue rams fully in. An' sometimes you can feel his nuts slappin' up against your clit, if he's rammin' it proper. They'll swing.

"Welp, I felt his nuts slappin' me from the back. An' his nappy hairs was scrubbin' my taint real nice. I don't mind sayin', it felt purty good. Not as good as the first time, mind you. But purty good. That first time he went up my poop chute was the best. I like to fainted, I was so hot. Steam was shootin' out my butt! But this time was purty good, too. He jist gripped my hips and roiled in an' out, kinda slow and happy. That first time he fucked my ass it was like he was mad at me for sump'n. I dunno why it feels better like that; angry fuckin', but it does.

"He ass-fucked me till I cum. Then he pull

By Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Gretchen Thompkins lay awake in her bed. She was alone, reflecting over her day even as she anticipated good times at the upcoming Louisiana Harvest Dance, a fixture in small communities of the antebellum South.

Like her neighbor Annie Leone, Gretchen was a big farm girl, just shy of six feet tall, with thick thighs and burnished blonde hair that trended auburn. She had luscious tits, green eyes and (not surprisingly) well developed biceps.

Gretchen was also something of a tomboy. She had a quick temper; Gretchen would fight at the drop of a hat.

Now nineteen, she was a year older than Annie. The two girls were good friends even though they'd had several scuffles over the years. Gretchen won most of these.

Gretchen's fiery temperament bled over into her sex life. She liked to wrestle. Men who desired a home deep in her wet spot had to fight for it before, during and after the fact. This was largely due to Gretchen's history. Her earliest sexual experiences occurred while wrestling boys, Gretchen's favored sport. From childhood she found that she could quickly subdue male competitors using superior strength and leverage. Half-nelsons, arm-bars, ankle-locks and tight waists were her stock-in-trade.

During one such contest with Ray Ray, a black slave from her farm, she found herself astride him, pinning his arms to the ground. Though fully clothed, their genitals mashed together as Ray Ray struggled to counter her winning hold. Gretchen felt an inexplicable cylindrical lump rising in Ray Ray's groin. It didn't have the angular power of an elbow or a knee or a femur. She knew how to counter those anatomical weapons. No, this lump pressed her labia apart in a manner she found disconcerting yet delightful, even though she was fully dressed. She held Ray Ray down and surreptitiously rubbed herself up and down the length of this lump. She was puzzled to find that this motion pacified her competitor in proportion to her own arousal. It seemed to sap his will to compete. For some reason he stopped struggling and offered his increasingly firm lump up to her thrusts, though she thought she'd disguised this grinding action as a natural wrestling move.

Something felt strange about this position. If Ray Ray really tried, she felt he could throw her off. Astride him like this, she didn't have him properly locked up. At least his shoulder blades wouldn't be exposed to the ground. She noticed that he didn't seem to be trying very hard to escape.

Also, as deeply as she pressed him, Gretchen still felt like an unfilled abyss. She felt she possessed a canyon that could subdue Ray Ray's lump, and was designed to do so, and would enjoy doing so, yet she couldn't quite figure out how to accomplish it.

Anyway, this rubbing felt pretty good. In minutes a great warmth enveloped her, then an increasingly bright light, then a fibrillating rush. Finally something inside her musculature snapped and rocketed Gretchen into a realm of blissful exuberance. Her breathing became strained. Her toes trembled. She struggled to merge her groin with Ray Ray's lump through their clothing, casting her prior reticence to the winds.

When she recovered from this pall, Ray Ray's eyes were fluttering. He was actively massaging her groin with his lump. By now, it straddled up to his navel. His hands gripped her buttocks. He seemed to be on the verge of the same type of preternatural collapse Gretchen had just experienced.

Gretchen leapt off his body, flipped him over and snapped him into a three-quarter nelson. She cradled him up so that his shoulders touched the ground as his body painfully doubled over upon itself.

"Say uncle!" she demanded.

Ray Ray struggled uselessly. He was locked in.

"Say it!" she demanded again.

"Uncle!" gasped Ray Ray.

Gretchen let him go. She stretched out on her elbows and smiled at him.

"I told you I could whup you," she chided.

"What was that, move, you did when you were on top, there?" he asked, ignoring her challenge.

"I dunno," she answered. "First time I've done that. It just happened like that."

"Let's do that again?" he asked hopefully.

"Tomorrow," Gretchen replied. "I gotta get back to the house."

She spent the better part of a year wrestling with Ray Ray like this. No one knew of their bouts. Even touching a white woman in any sort of physical manner would have brought the full weight of Southern culture down upon Ray Ray. Despite this risk, Gretchen liked him. She especially liked manhandling him. It made her feel powerful.

In fact, the wrestling was Gretchen's main reason for their interactions. She was largely ignorant of the sexual connotations borne of this close contact.

Their next two matches offered no opportunity for a rehash of their earlier grind session. Gretchen took him down and mounted him from behind, working his arms and legs into position for a winning pin. On the third encounter, though, Gretchen deliberately struggled to a position atop his groin, elicited his lump and dry humped him until they extemporaneously exploded in tandem. Gretchen recovered quickly and pinned him again. She noted a huge, dark wet spot on his cotton pantaloons afterward. Had he peed himself?

It wasn't until weeks later that Ray Ray was able to mount and dry hump Gretchen from the superior missionary position. She splayed her legs open for him. This felt good. A few encounters later he was able to hump her from behind. After he splattered in his shorts, he flipped her over and pinned her for the first time. She let him.

Gretchen concluded this encounter by reaching into his pants to draw out his moistened lump. Her curiosity won out. As she suspected, it was his penis. But it wasn't as stiff now as it had been during their match. It was limp and sticky. It looked like the regular penises she'd seen around the farm dangling between the thighs of exhausted slaves. It smelled like her brother Tommy smelled, sometimes, when he returned home from the slave quarters. It flopped out of her fist and doubled over across her knuckles. Creamy fluid oozed from its tip. After considering it for a few moments, Gretchen impetuously reached down and took it in her mouth. This seemed a natural progression of her curiosity. In seconds Ray Ray's cock bloomed aloft, doubling in size and girth. Gretchen was amazed.

"This is what you been pressing me with, not that shriveled up other thing," she said. "How do you get it stiff like this?"

Boldly, Ray pushed her down. He pulled her swimming shorts down to her ankles, exposing her golden bush. Ray Ray drew an admiring gasp. Gretchen's pussy gaped open before him.

"What are you doing!" Gretchen erupted.

With that she kicked off her shorts and proceeded to give Ray Ray a grappling lesson for the ages. She twisted him up like a pretzel, bending his body into angles it was never designed to accommodate. His dick retained its tumescence, however, even managing to stiffen into a characteristic rigor. This, too, sapped his resistance to Gretchen's skill.

For her part, Gretchen was perplexed. Someone had told her that men's penises behaved like this. Now she'd seen it for herself.

She released Ray Ray. They both stood. Ray Ray's cock stood straight out, unapologetically seeking the liquid warmth of her aforementioned chasm. Gretchen abruptly turned and trotted away, re-donning her swim shorts as she tiptoed thru the underbrush. She was breathless and disheveled. Why had Ray Ray introduced his naked penis into a wrestling match? What did that have to do with a competition she was inevitably destined to win? What was this strange, musky taste in her mouth?

Still, she felt an otherworldly emptiness and knew, somehow, that Ray Ray's dick was designed to mollify that hunger.

"I'd better ask somebody," she thought.

The following week Gretchen broke protocol and brought her best friend, Polly Lynn Bannister, to her meet up in the woods with Ray Ray. Polly Lynn was a couple years older than Gretchen. She was a stunning brunette with hair cascading deeply down her back and wispy freckles o?" Polly model of a woman.

Predictably, the young Negro was shocked at this breach of confidentiality. Spanning back a decade to childhood, their wrestling matches had always been a secret, something fun between the two of them. Not even Gretchen's brother knew of their meet-ups in the woods. Gretchen and Ray Ray wrestled and talked and laughed. Sometimes they caught frogs and snakes and put them together, screeching as the frogs scrambled to escape becoming a meal. All their years of athletic foreplay had led to this one?" Polly smirked.

"This is the boy you been tellin' me about? This one?" Polly smirked.

"Yes, this one. He's a good enough beast," Gretchen retorted.

"I seen him someplace before," Polly noted.

"Of course you seen him. He's ours. He lives on our place!" Gretchen said.

Like most whites of the day, Polly didn't consider that slaves had actual lives, not lives of consequence in any case. They were servants, little else. They only interacted with whites at the behest of the whites. If Gretchen hadn't mentioned Ray Ray, Polly would have been blithely unaware of his existence.

"You sure you gonna keep this to yourself?" Gretchen worried aloud.

"Girl! I said I wouldn't tell. And I won't. Let's have a look at it." Polly shot back.

"Show her, Ray Ray."

"Huh? Show her what?" Ray Ray asked.

"That thing in your pants. Show her."

"I ain't a-showin' dis gurl my dick!"

"Oh, jist pull it out. She ain't gon' say nuttin' to nobody. I already told her about it."

"What you done tole her?"

"I told her 'bout us rasslin'. An' I told her 'bout you gettin' hard sometimes."

"You gon' get me in trouble!" Ray Ray expostulated.

"I ain't gon' tell on you boy," Polly interrupted. "Jist lemme see what she been braggin' about."

"Brag’n? I ain't been braggin'! I jist, I jis," flustered Gretchen.

"Let's see it, Ray Ray." Polly smirked.

Reluctantly, Ray Ray flumped his penis from his pantaloons. It was already thick with anticipation, yet just now was receding. One could almost see the erectile blood rushing back into his body as fear of Grethen's unannounced friend took hold.

"It's usually a lot bigger'n this, Polly." Gretchen allowed.

"I should guess so." Polly replied. "I seen black cocks his age with dicks as long as your forearm. It's God's way of repayin' 'em for bein' our slaves. Some 'um swing like a elephant trunk runnin'. Ain't nuttin' out'n the way about this un, though."

"My dick ain't li'l!" Ray Ray snuffled.

"Who said it was?" Polly retorted. "I jist said other black boy's dicks is bigger, is all."

"Well, Miss Polly, if you like I can make it as big as you please." Ray Ray offered.

"Oh you can, can you? Well do it, Mr. Smartie. Let's see you make it happen."

Ray Ray gripped his dick and began to stroke it for the white girls. This staunched the receding blood flow. His dick thickened and lengthened. In less than a minute, Ray Ray's cock stood proudly erect before them.

"See? I told you!" said Gretchen.

"Well, it's bigger'n what it was a minute ago. I still seen bigger. Paul Gaston's Peter is bigger'n that. And he's white!"

"You bad thing! When did you see Paul Gaston's peter rabbit?" Gretchen giggled.

"I told you about that. I done it to him that weekend. You remember? Rev. Jefferson was doin' the big Revival meetin'? An' we sneaked off?"

"Oh yeah! But wait a minute! How'd you see his peter rabbit? You said y'all did it from behind with your clothes on!"

"Well, I ain't actual see it. But I felt it goin' in. An' it felt a lot bigger than this blackie's dick I'm seeing here."

"Oh, you jist makin' up stories to make me feel bad. Maybe your pooty was smaller that day an' it just felt like his poker was bigger'n it really was."

"I know a big un when I see 'em an' when I feel 'em. An' this one's okay. It ain't nuttin' special, though." Polly drawled.

"Is you gon' he'p me with this boy’s dick or ain't you?" Gretchen finally asked.

This brightened Ray Ray's outlook some. He'd begun to wonder if this was some dick measuring competition designed to make him come up short. Too, he began to wonder after Polly's intentions and her rationale for being there.

"You gon' let him put it up in you? For real?" Polly smirked.

"I will if you will," Gretchen conceded.

"You know I will. Dicks don't skeer me none, white or colored."

Ray Ray's heart skipped a beat. Both?

"Well, don't let him pee in you. I want him to pee in me this time," Gretchen commented. Neither girl seemed conflicted by such bold conversation, especially insofar as Ray Ray's consent had yet to be considered.

"Girl! I keep telling you: that’s not pee. Pee is yellow. Don't you know anything?" Gretchen taunted.

With that, Polly began to shed her clothing. By the time her tits popped out both Ray Ray and Gretchen were transfixed. Ray Ray had never actually seen a white woman's tits before. Polly's nipples were pink, not black like those of most black women he'd seen.

"Well?" Polly paused. "Are you gonna just stand there and stare? Take your clothes off, boy."

This broke Ray Ray's spell. He hurriedly doffed his simple cotton tunic and shorts. Presently he stood fully naked. His penis lurched upwards with each new visual exposure to Polly's nakedness.

"You, too." Polly ordered Gretchen.

Soon enough all three were butt naked.

"What now?" Gretchen asked hopefully.

Polly shook her head contemptuously after the manner of a good friend whose best friend has just asked the stupidest question ever in the history of the universe. She started to kneel before Ray Ray but quickly thought of a better opening.

"Come here, Ray Ray. get down here. On your knees."

Ray Ray complied. Polly stepped to him, leading with her vagina. Ray Ray noted that Polly's pussy wasn't nearly as hairy as other pussies he'd seen. Here she was, the eldest of the three, and her pussy looked like a youngster's, it was just now growing in. It was dotted with raven black nubs along the edges. Longer silky black hairs ran up and down the line of her slit, giving the distinct impression of an incoming cleft-beard. Moreover, Polly's pubic outline grew in the perfect shape of a heart. She bore no perimeter stragglers. Her pussy looked handcrafted, too perfect to be real. Ray Ray glanced over at Gretchen's lush auburn forest. The two triangles could not have been more differently arrayed.

"Don't be shy. Lick it." came Polly's order from above. She thrust her cleft towards his nose.

Ray Ray noted Polly's vaginal contours again, these just inches from his nose. Her abdomen was pleasingly flat. It tapered down into a luxuriant vulva that bulged slightly from Polly's profile before scooting under into her rump. He could see Polly's hipbones protruding through the roundness of her hips. Her pussy didn't resonate like that of any pussy he'd ever sniffed. It smelled tidy. Perfumed. Elegant.

Timidly, Ray Ray closed his eyes. He poked out his tongue. Polly nudged her pussy forward. She rested her clit against the tip of his tongue.

"See? He'd like us to do this to him," she said to Gretchen, who stood by, eyes wide with wonder. "But let's let him do us first. Come on over here. You'll like this. It feels good. Better'n all that dry humpin', anyway."

She began to roil her pussy slit against Ray Ray's tongue in small, jerking circlets. When the young man displayed hesitance, she gripped the back of his head and pulled his face back to her mound. She began to hump his mouth with an increasingly exaggerated vehemence, as if her clit possessed leverage, drawing her ass back slowly before firing it forward aggressively. Her vulva's five o'clock shadow scraped his chin. Gretchen, who'd yet to ever feel skin-to-skin contact against her vagina (other than her own hand), looked on with awe.

"Come on, over, Gretchen," Polly huffed. "Take your turn. I'm, I'm almost."

Gretchen didn't move. Polly seemed to be in the grip of an ague. As he licked her cunt, Ray Ray's dick lurched upward from between his kneeling thighs. Each time Polly arched her slit along the tip of his tongue Ray Ray's dick bounced comically. Gretchen suppressed a giggle at the sight.

Polly stepped back from Ray Ray. Her body spasms made her movements seem strained. Her eyes were unfocused. She trembled like an elderly matron. Her hips juked with unpredictable jags. Gretchen noticed that Polly's clitoris bounced in unison with Ray Ray's unwettened cock, all pink and jiggly.

"Okay, your, turn," Polly mumbled as wavelets of tremble encumbered her body.

Gretchen looked down at Ray Ray. He was still kneeling. The prospect of Gretchen's sex stabilized his bouncing cock some. It protruded from between his thighs with barely a wobble.

Gretchen felt her canyon aching. This was the thickness that had so roused her passions. It wasn't meant to be on her. It was meant to be in her.

She looked back to Polly. The girl was still jagging from contact with Ray Ray's tongue. Yet his dick was ten times bigger. Gretchen's pussy snapped tight at the size disparity.

With a little trepidation, Gretchen stepped up to face the kneeling black boy. Her hairy pussy was in his face, fragrant with anticipation. He ignored this, choosing to look up at her face with a glance that pleaded "Is this what you really want?"

They both knew that Gretchen's time had come. She didn't want tongue. She wanted something more. She touched his cheek with her fingertips and returned this unspoken realization with her eyes. Ray Ray lowered onto his ass and laid back on the floor.

Slowly, she knelt straddling him, carefully positioning her vagina for intrusion. Ray Ray's cock pronged straight up, aware of her descent. Gretchen held onto Ray Ray's shoulders for balance. When finally she felt his bulbous cockhead at her entrance she paused for the briefest of instants. There would be no turning back. This wasn't wrestling.

She knelt further and, as his cock peeled her open she felt the same tremors that so afflicted her friend Polly. Down, down and further down still she crouched until Ray Ray's cock filled her completely and her golden hairy pussy lips kissed his nappy pubic mound. She'd been told that this first intrusion would be painful. It was not.

It was delightful.

She withdrew slowly. Her joy at being so coupled built and doubled. She lowered herself onto him again. The feeling of sexual ecstasy quickly began to blister Gretchen into Polly's realm. She raised up and probed downward once, then twice more. Suddenly, she felt a steaming hot wetness pouring from Ray Ray. An explosion of light, heat and sound invested her entire body, propelling Gretchen into the glory of her first penile orgasm. The two conjoined lovers united with Polly in the Kingdom of Prurience. There they withstood the flashing lights, the zoom and the sway for as long at they might before collapsing to the grass beneath.

As usual, Gretchen was on top.

"Dang. That was quick," observed Polly dryly.

She watched as Ray Ray's semen drained from Gretchen's cunt, coating his balls in milky seepage. She could see his testicles seize up periodically as he pumped the remaining drippings of his seed into the big white girl.

"It don't look like I'm gon' get a turn," Polly remarked.

This challenge brought Ray Ray around. The prospect of doin' it to two white girls in the same day tweaked his ardor. He tapped Gretchen on her butt. She seemed oblivious to Polly Lynn's comments. In fact, she looked to be on the verge of sleep.

"Hey," he whispered. "Hey! Miss Gretchen!"

Gretchen snapped her head awake. She was still absentmindedly grinding her pussy against his cock, only in smaller, post-coital, less frantic circlets.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Miss Polly say she want to get her turn," he whispered.

Gretchen took a deep breath. She looked over her shoulder at Polly standing there, arms crossed, tapping her feet diffidently. Gretchen leaned back a little from atop Ray Ray's dick. It felt spongy and soft inside her. She looked down the line of her torso to see it still lingering there, trapped between her labia. She arched her pelvis a little more and watched as his dick oozed from her pussy, inch by inch, like a fat slug pouring thru a posthole. Finally it flopped out