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  • The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 9
    Harvest Boasting

    By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Annie’s new swim mateHer Story

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    As per usual with such an egalitarian collection of hens, the gossip and the braggadocio superceded all other considerations.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

    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!"

    Fanny 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
    cunt, or it'll be 'Katie bar the door!'"

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

    Fanny: "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."

    Fanny (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' cunt
    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
    cock 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 cunt 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 Gabby's husband Buck and two or three other blackies we brung
    along to do the work. You was there, Fanny. 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 cock 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 cock. 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock. He woulda liked that. But I
    ain't actually say it. I jist looked at his cock 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
    cock smells all sweaty sometimes, musky like a armpit, but you can smell
    stale old cunt oozin' off of it? An' doodoo, too, because he's been
    shovin' it up some heffah's poop chute? His cock just smelt used, you know? well used.
    You want a cock 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 ass. 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 cock. 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 cock 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
    cock out I give him the shoulder and I run off. That Thad Johnson. This
    mug had the nerve to say I sucked his cock!

    "So

    I go, "I ain't never in this life sucked no Thad Johnson's cock. And if
    you believe his lies you can jist turn around and scooch your swingin'
    cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 cunny 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 cunny 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, cock
    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 cock scent. My cunny 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 cock ain't wobbled one iota. His body was movin',
    but his cock homed in on my cunny 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 ass, but sometimes you get so slippery your cunny 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 ass 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 cock?"

    Annie: "I

    lied. I give him some just the once. Don't tell Gabby. I bet you I
    won't give him no more. His cock ain't worth a good pussy fart. In fact,
    if you fart on him with your cunny, 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 cunny 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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
    cunny 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 cocks 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 cock, if I was gon' do anything at all. Truth is, I
    ain't had no plans at all for his cock. Chile? I wanted that tongue.

    "I

    stepped across his face an' I lowered my cunny down real slow so he
    could get a good look and a even better whiff. Lower and lower I went
    till my cunny 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 cock was hard
    again! Boi-yoi-yoi-yoi-yoing! But I ain't wanted his cock 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 cocks? 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 ass 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 cock 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' against his nose. My cunny lips was spread wide across his
    mouth and his face was all slicked up with jizz. An' I'm humpin' him
    fast, like a bumble bee on fire, an' the lights is flashing behind my
    eyeballs, an' my toes are squinchin' up, an' my titties are floppin'
    about ever' whichaway. Polly? I don't give a hoot about no 'lem inch
    cock. That boy can suck some cunny, you hear me?

    "So

    I cum in his mouth. Gripped his head an' I jist let him have it, the
    full pooty-woo! An' I groaned real low, like a pussy cat purrin'. "
    Hah." An' I give him a few cuss words to boot, an' I told him my cunny
    owned his monkey ass from now on out, an' he better not let me catched
    him lickin' nary nuther cooch else it was gon' be some hot times in the
    jungle that day, you sonuvagun you! What did I care? It wasn't no
    Sunday.

    "When

    I come to myself I see that his cock was still hard, jist a-ragin'. So I
    jumped up on it and I rode him hard till he cum again. It ain't took
    long. Plus, I figured we ain't been out there long enough for my blouse
    to dry. In fact, we did it two, three more times, waitin' for them half
    moons to dry out. And, yeah, I blew him good towards the end there when
    he'd got soft and I needed jist one more stiffy to put me over the top.
    By that time I'd got his cock seasoned up proper.

    "Now

    my pits are payin' off. Both of us are smellin' like a coupla blackies
    jist come in from the fields. Rokin'! I stepped into the pond and
    splashed some water under my pits and up into my split. It helped, but
    you could still smell it on me. Prescott wandered out into the water. He
    tried to get me to get in with him, and swim. I says to him, I says,
    "You can get et up by a alligator out here if you like. It won't be me. I
    don't know this pond from a hole in the ground."

    "That's

    when we heard a soft splash up the way a bit, more like a slide than a
    splash. It wasn't no toad. Prescott come runnin' out that water
    slicker'n snot on a doorknob! Don't you know I laughed? I fell out!
    Prescott ain't think it was funny. A gator bit off his uncle's hand that
    time, you 'member? Now they call him Stumpy. I'd forgot about that
    before I started in laughing. But it was funny.

    "Anyway,

    my dress dried out an' I come sneakin' back. My Pa didn't say nuthin'
    'bout me being gone, but Benny said sump'n. I ain't stud'in' about no
    Benny. He's done disappeared in the middle of the day, sometimes, too."

    He Said

    In

    another part of town Tommy and Sammy Thompkins, Prescott and Jimmy
    Gaston, Jake Leone, Bo Green, Thad Johnson and Freddy Harkness were
    making their own plans for the Harvest Dance. They were waiting on the
    arrival of Ben Leone and his slave Charlie.

    Tommy: "Man,

    why we got to wait on Benny and his blackie? Who wants to show up to
    the dance with a blackie in tow, anyway? Ben treats Charlie most good as
    a white man. He don't go nowhere without him. What is it, his
    bodyguard?"

    Jake: "Shut

    up, Tommy. He's my cousin. You got your brother and your cousin here
    with you. Is they guardin' your body? Charlie ain't gon' come into the
    dance with us. He's gon' wait outside with the rest of the blackies.
    Besides, you see all the blackie wenches come easin' up when Charlie's
    around? It's just a boatload o' poontang to be had."

    Tommy: "Yeah,

    but he's gonna take the best one! And him and Benny are gonna share
    her. And I bet you they done shared all the blackie girls around here.
    All we'll get is the leftovers. Benny might want to soak his cock in
    blackie jizz, but I won't do it. I won't! No sloppy seconds for me! I
    like my blackie bitches fresh. Undicked. Doin' it to any o' the white
    girls around here is like doin' it to your sister. Prescott? I hear tell
    you did it to Polly Bannister over to the Revival meetin'. Why?

     Prescott: "Yeh,

    I tapped her up, if it's any business of yours. But I already told
    y'all about that. I done did it to somebody else in their Pussy Posse,
    Tommy, and I'll bet you cain't figure out which one it is!"

    Tommy: "It better not be Gretchen."

     Prescott: "No,

    it warn't Gretchen. I don't need to get my ass kicked by a girl. Fur as
    I know, ain't no one tapped Gretchen up. It was someone else."

    Tommy: "Mary Lynn?"

     Prescott: "Nope. An' stop guessin' If you don't know, you don't know."

    Tommy: "Long as it ain't Gretchen, I don't care."

     Prescott: "It was Annie."

    Jake: "My cousin Annie?"

     Prescott: "Yep. An' don't get riled. She offered it to me. Was I s'posed to say no? You must be out your damn mind."

    Jake

    was speechless. Not because a close relative was about to get her
    business spread lasciviously amongst the town hounds. No, that part was a
    given. Jake was thinking about all the times he and Annie had engaged
    in sexual relations, going back some years. Jake could easily confirm
    Prescot's testimony by virtue of his own personal experience. He knew of
    Annie's wanton cries for closure as well as her step-by-step sexual
    preferences. The problem was, he couldn't admit it in this company. She
    was his cousin! By their own Penis Posse rules, only Annie's brother Ben
    could nix Prescott's testimony, and Ben wasn't here. Jake decided to
    try to stand in Ben's stead.

    Jake: "Hey,

    hey, hey, now. Go easy. That's my cuz. I know she ain't no virgin, but
    you ain't got no call to lay it on thick like you done for Polly Lynn.
    So Annie give you some cunny. Jist say that an' leave it at that."

    Now Tommy, Sammy, Freddie and the others piped up.

    Freddie: "Oh

    no, buddy-ro! You took your chance to talk about my sister Fanny! Said
    you made her piss on the floor! I ain't stepped up an' popped you in the
    mouth 'bout that. You let Prescott tell us what's what before Benny
    gets here. I wanna hear this!"


     Prescott Gaston's Tale

    "Yeah,

    I fucked her. Fucked the shit out'n her, too. Then a alligator come up
    outta the pond and almost dragged both of us in. I left that ho to it. I
    ain't fix'n to stand around an' end up like Uncle Stumpy. I tole her:
    "See ya!" and I rolled out. She's layin' out there, butt-ass nekkid,
    wit' my jizz drippin' out'n her crack. She woulda left me out there,
    too, but like I said, I fucked the shit out'n her. She was dizzy. The
    gator coulda got her, if he wanted, but I reckon she was so fucked out
    he took pity on her.

    "Don't

    look at me all funny 'cause I left. We couldn't a-come out the woods
    together no how. People woulda knowed what we was doin'. Somebody had to
    come out the woods first, by hisself, and that somebody was me. I
    watched for her, though, and she come tippin' out by and by. Acted like
    she didn't know me when she did. That's how they do. An' only me and her
    knew that a half hour back my cock was pokin' out the backs of her
    titties and she's a-growlin' like a pussy cat.

    (Here Jake noted: "That's Annie, alright.")

    "But I digress," Prescott continued.

    (Having only recently learned the meaning of the word 'digress', Prescott now used it at every opportunity.)

    "I

    ain't axed Annie for no cunny. I ain't even know she liked me. When I
    fucked Polly she come up to me at the revival meetin' an' give me the
    cheek poke. Didn't say a word otherwise. Err'body know what the cheek
    poke means. Just stuck her tongue in her cheek and rolled it back and
    forth like she was suckin' a cock. Put her hands on her hips and she
    goes: "Well?" Ten minutes later she was ridin' my cock like a California
    cowboy.

    "Annie

    ain't give me the cheek poke. But she batted her eyes at me. And then
    she rolled her hips in a swivel. That don't mean she wants to blow me;
    it means she wants a cunny fulla cock, don't it? I ain't no fool. I see
    the blackie girls do it all the time.

    "So

    I followed her out into the woods when she snuck off to take a pee. I
    come up on her jist as she was settlin' in to squat. She had her dress
    all bunched up around her waist and she was jist kinda half-sittin'
    there, on her haunches, calm as you please, cunny just a-bulgin' out
    from between her ass cheeks, hairy like a li'l yaller bear cub. When she
    see me come up she jist smirked and sprayed a coupla long squirts onto
    the ground. Then she took a piece of paper an' wiped her cunny real
    slow, front to back, so's the hair on her cunny mashed down and then
    popped back up slow, all bristly and silky-like. Then she drew the paper
    up to her nose an' sniffed it like it was manna straight outta heaven
    and then she winked at me real sultry-like. Then she give a little
    shiver, straightened her dress out and acted like she was goin' home.

    "I

    says, "Hold on there, Annie. That's a nice cunny you got there. If
    you'll let me see her again, I'll show you mine." You know, like we said
    when we was chirrens. So she gets all girly and she goes: "Silly! You
    ain't gots a cunny. An' if'n you did, it wouldn't look as purty fresh as
    mine's does." Then she flipped her dress up and flashed it at me, real
    quick, so as to show me she warn't wearin' no drawers. Then she started
    laughing, you know, like girls do.

    "She

    ain't bother to run off, so I took that as it was my turn to show her
    mine. You know I ain't never shy about showing Mr. Bishop around. He's
    big enough, even soft, to make a grown woman look twice. So I whipped
    him out. Fellas? Her eyes got big like china saucers. I don't think she
    realized what she'd got herself into.

    "So

    I took Mr. Bishop an' I peed on the ground, like she done, but I drew a
    li'l design, a circle, you know, kinda showin' off. Girls cain't aim
    like we can.

    "When

    I finished peein' she kinda reached her hand out. They always wanna
    touch it because they ain't gots one, same as we wanna see theirs
    because we ain't gots one like they has. I slapped that badboy right in
    her hand. She almost fell over from the weight!

    "Of

    course, he commenced to gettin' hard soon's she touched him. By the
    time she regained her balance he was standin' straight up, like to poke
    her in the face. Tell the truth, he was already halfway there jist from
    seein' her cooch out like that. So I give her the cheek poke, you know,
    as a hint. Don't you know she give me the what for?! Said she ain't come
    out there to suck my stinky old cock. Told me I could suck it myself,
    maybe, but she warn't gon' do it, no sir, not for all the tea in Mexico!

    "Well,

    of course, they has to say that right off the bat. Otherwise, any Tom,
    cock and Harry would be axin' 'em for some slob. But my name is Paul.
    An' I ain't any ole Tom, cock, or Harry. Well, I might be cock. But that
    ain't my name.

    "So I says to her, I says, "Thaddy says you give him a suck."

    "Was

    she mad? You bet you she was! She stormed right up and called you a lie
    an' a grit and said your drawers don't fit, Thaddy! Said she'd seen
    your poker down to the Thompkins' pond and said it warn't worth a
    continental damn then an' it ain't worth a hoot in hell now! She called
    you 'L’il pinky', my boy! What you gon' say 'bout that!

    Thad: "She did gimme a suck. And some pooncey, too. She knows it. I knows it. And the good lawd knows it, too!"

     Prescott: "Well,

    that ain't what she said. She said she wouldn't have your dinky li'l
    boy up her cooch for all the diamonds in the world. Said she could suck
    your whole body up into her puss and squeeze you out like a turd an'
    said she wouldn't think twice about you afterwards. I'm jist tellin' you
    what she said. The next time she gives you some pussy, you better put
    your name on it.

    "Anyway,

    she went to stormin' off, actin' like she was gon' leave me out there,
    unfucked. Nah, we both knew that warn't gon' happen. Once they hold my
    cock in they hands, they know they'd got to have it up they asses. Even
    the blackie girls will tell you that much. So Annie goes to runnin' off,
    thinkin' to leave me out there with nothin' but a hard cock, my right
    arm and time on my hands. But she ain't get far. If I seen 'em do it
    once I seen 'em do it a thousand times. She started out with the
    quickness, but she slowed down, slower and slower, till she finally
    stopped. She stood there for awhile, rasslin' wit' the idea. That's how
    they do. They gotta make it seem as if it's a struggle between cock and
    their immortal souls. You know and I know who's gon' win that struggle.
    It's cock ever' time, ain't it?

    "Finally,

    she hoisted her skirt up and called me over. I kinda sauntered over to
    her. I ain't wanna seem too eager. I like to make 'em wait. By the time I
    got over there and snatched her dress up, I looked down at her cunny
    and she's jist a-creamin'! Looked like she had a boatload of jizz up her
    crack already!

    "I says to myself, I says: "Ain't this about a bitch? Somebody done beat me to it!"

    "But

    I knowed that couldn't-a been true. Not unless she'd been fuckin' Benny
    or Buck. Or both. They'd been down to the docks since right before
    dawn. I seen 'em all together. She ain't had the time to get this
    sloppied up. But, boy, lemme tell you. She had a cunny fulla puddin'
    that day, an' it come outta her. That's what comes from seein' Prescott
    Gaston’s peter rabbit on a hot day in the jungle, mind your business!

    "I

    jooged my cock up her cunny straightaway, from behind, like I done
    Polly. And then I started goin' to town! I worked her monkey ass over
    like she was a blackie girl straight off the boat. Ka-ka-chao!
    Kai-kakitty-chao! Wocka-wocka-wocka-wocka-wocka-wocka! Her ass cheeks
    are just a-wobblin' an' her puddin' is splashin' all over my thighs.
    Plus, she started sweatin' real bad. She still had her dress on an' her
    pits wetted up real nice. That's how you know they's cummin' over an'
    over, jist a-shiverin', an' don't want you to know 'bout it. It's all in
    the armpits, son!

    "Finally,

    her cunny is jist red hot, like a brandin' iron. I can feel it cookin'
    my cock from the inside out. And so she goes, "Put it in my ass,
    Prescott! Put it in my ass!" She's wantin' some relief so's her cunny
    can cool off. Boys? I obliged her. I snatched my cock up her doodihole
    so fast it sounded like a tugboat horn on the Mississippi. "Honk!" Real
    deep an' low. "Wonk!"

    "Now

    I got her right where I want her. I'm not just a doodihole specialist,
    fellas, I'm the doodihole masrter. So, I'm givin' her the business, the
    full measure, the old sausage-king in/out. Boys? She's jist a screech’n'
    like a hootie owl. Her head's floppin' back and forth. I look down an'
    her doodihole is blowin' up and sinkin' back in like a puffer fish. All
    that cunny puddin' is foamin' up like store-bought soap cakes. Lemme
    tell you, we was fuckin' up a storm. Annie ain't no joke!

    "I'm

    just getting' into my rhythm now, settlin' in for the long haul. All of
    a sudden, I get The Tickle! The tickle! My nuts seized up an' jist
    rifled a slapshot fulla jizz the full stretch of my cock! Jist blasted
    her! It was outta me an' into her before I could snatch it back!

    :"I

    figured it wasn't such a big deal. She'd got hers. She'd got hers a
    buncha times! This was my first one. No way she's callin' me quick on
    the draw! I slowed down and tried to play it off, you know, to give me
    time to gather my stremff for another go. I figured she was so sloppied
    up she wouldn't know the difference between my jizz and hers.

    "But no!

    "She

    looks back over her shoulder at me like I've done killt her granny with
    a rock. She knew. Boy, she knew. I'm squeezin' and squeezin', tryin' to
    get him hard again. But you know how, when you cum the first time, you
    gotta wait awhile before you can recover? That's where I was.

    "I

    coulda jist pulled out and left her to it. It ain't like she's my wife.
    She ain't even my girlfriend. Molly Fierson is my girlfriend. But I got
    a reputation to live up to. I cain't have Annie goin' around sayin' I
    cain't fuck. I'd got to hobble her now. And it's all because I ain't
    noticed The Tickle when it first showed up. Don't that beat all?

    "So

    I pulled out. I says to her, I says, "Git nekkid, bitch." So she takes
    off her dress and hangs it in a tree. She turns around and I can see her
    titties and her cunny from the front for the first time. Lawdy! That
    girl is blessed! Big pink nipples. Big puffy cunny lips covered in curly
    blonde fur! Skinny waist. Big ass. That helped me some. It give me a
    stir. Plus, she smelt good. She smelled like, we both smelled like we'd
    been fuckin' since the sun come up. And we had. I looked down an' my
    cock was jist a-tremblin'. He warn't hard yet, but he was gettin' there.

    "So

    I laid down on my back. I wanted her to straddle me and ride my cock up
    between her cunny lips. That feels good, sometimes, 'cause you can feel
    her little cock, that nub they has at the top there, budgin' up betwixt
    your cockhead and grindin' up against your scruffy.

    "Don't

    you know that heffah sot her happy hips right down on my face? Now, I
    don't mind lickin' cunny, you understand. But fellas? This cunny was
    sloppy wet. Juiced up with my jizz and hers. Frankly, I ain't happy
    about lickin' jizz. Yeah, it was my jizz in her doodihole, but her cunny
    was already sloppied up before my jizz got in there. I don't think it
    was another man's jizz, but I cain't really say, you know?

    "So I threw her monkey ass off me! Fuck that! Some'a you nasty bastards might suck a sloppy cunny. I ain't the one.
    "She

    rolled over in the grass an' when she come up for air my cock was in
    her face. I told her to suck it. An' yeah, it was coated in my jizz. So I
    grabbed the back of her head and shoved him right down her throat.
    Don't you know she cum right then and there? Jist a-shiverin' an'
    a-moanin'! I know some-a these heffahs'll say they cain't bust a nut
    from slobbin' knob, but Annie did. She was right thur anyway, when I
    pulled out, so it ain't no surprise that she was on the verge.

    "Did

    I pull out again? Digressin', as it were? You bet you I didn't. I made
    her suck that cock dry. I cum in her mouth. Two times, if you must know.
    Then I laid her down in the grass, cocked them legs up in the air an' I
    fucked the shit out'n her for good and all. That's what comes from
    slappin' a sloppy cunny in Prescott Gaston’s face!

    "So

    I'm going along, pumpin' her fulla cock like she axed me in the first
    place. She's lovin' it! I look up an' I see this great huge bull
    alligator lookin' me in the eye from across the way. He's lurkin' in the
    bulrushes waitin' for his chance. Well, boys, I jumped outta that cunny
    slick as you please. I grabbed up my clothes and I rolled out. I left
    Annie sprawled out in the grass one nut short of a dozen. She-it. I
    ain't thinkin' 'bout that heffah. Right now, I bet you, she's across
    town tellin' her friends how she nutted me up when, if you'd a-been
    there, you woulda seen who nutted up who. Fuck that."

    Post log

    Such

    are the tales of plantation life in Antebellum times; and would
    continue for decades after. The ignant ruled over the ignant. Society
    lived in more bondage than just chattel slavery. Ignunce held all races,
    all classes, in bondage back then. And still does so, two centuries
    later. Religion ought to have brought liberty for all, but instead,
    became a force of shame, rejection, and segregation.

    Yet

    these women found ways to deal with suppression. The Pussie Possies
    continue. So do gangs, clubs, and fraternities. People who have been
    victimized by class oppression, end up becoming perpitrators of more
    class oppression. And so it goes.

     By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

    48 min
  • The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 8
    Church Lov’n

    By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Annie’s new swim mate

     “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 punani 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 Fanny 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 & Charlie.

    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 punani 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock
    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 punani 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 punani. 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 cock 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 cock 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 punani 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 cock 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 cock 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' cock?" 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 cock, 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 punani with her middle finger.)

    "Put, you cock, 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.

    Bennett Does Jennifer.

    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, Jenny'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 Jenny'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 cock, 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
    cock, 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, Jenny 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

    Jenny 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 cock 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 cock into her stinkness.

    "It needs some seasoning," she reasoned.

    There

    was a marked difference between Jenny'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 Jenny'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

    Jenny'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."

    Jenny's

    clit was an entirely different slice of pie. It raged and burgeoned
    like a small cock, complete with all the attributes and detriments of
    said protuberance. It had thickness, length and a crown. Jenny 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 Jenny'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 cock. 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 cock encumbered her vaginal passage in tandem. Jenny had the
    best of both worlds.

    Just

    now she could feel Ben's cock 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 cock, 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.

    Jenny knelt and took Ben's cock into her mouth.

    Fanny Seduces Jake

    As

    Buck Harness' niece, Fanny Harkness wasn't family per se. Sure, she
    called Gabrielle 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, Fanny, 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 tits as they entered their
    teens.)

    When

    Fanny mounted his shoulders and he could feel her vagina pressing
    against his neck, Jake almost swooned. His cock ballooned erect. Though
    he sought to hide it beneath the watery surface, Fanny 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 Fanny defeated Leo Green and Dinah Thompkins in the first round of
    chicken fighting that day. Jake's erect cock touched Leo's cock (also
    erect) during the mash up, causing Leo to fall over backward in shock.
    Tommy Thompkins and Polly Lynn Bannister subsequently defeated Jake and
    Fanny in the second round.

    After

    the loss, Jake attempted to keep Fanny astride his shoulders purely for
    the feel of her naked ass against his skin. Fanny 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 cock. 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,

    Fanny's uncle Buck married Jakie's cousin Gabrielle, making Fanny 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 Fanny Harkness of her membership dues.
    Fanny 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, Fanny 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 tits featuring cherry nipples. She had a small waist and a
    proportionately delightful tookus. The valley at the juncture of her
    thighs creamed with a curly, raven-colored bush that matched her lion's
    mane. Her eyes were deeply green. She had dimples and a smile that would
    light up a room. One might have thought Ben Leone crazy to pass up such
    a luscious temptation.

    Ben commented, "Her pussy's kinda small, ain't it?"

    It

    was true. Fanny could only wetten the first five inches of Ben's cock.
    After that her winces of discomfort made their sex (for Ben, at least)
    an ordeal. Even when she lathered up her pussy just wasn't that deep.
    One wondered after her childbearing capacity. A seasoned cocksman like
    Ben could afford to throw one back now and again. He had a bevy of
    options. Jake was happy to snap her up.

    At

    first, Fanny was a bit confused about the trade-out. She enjoyed sex
    with Ben, felt she was getting the swing of it. One Sunday Ben just took
    her hand and placed in Jake's. And that was it.

    Fanny's

    limited exposure to cock benefited Jake to some degree. He had
    well-documented 'new pussy' issues. His first ten encounters with Fanny
    ended quickly, leaving him semi-comatose and leaving Fanny sloppy wet,
    disheveled and befuddled.

    "Ben wasn't like this."

    As

    Jake got used to being inside Fanny's pussy their sessions lengthened.
    Fanny still left church coddling a huge packet of semen between her
    legs. Every once in awhile, however, she left some of her youthful
    sexual anguish in the same basement closet where she obtained that jism.

    Up

    in the bell tower, Miriam Thompkins was in agony. Thirty seconds after
    Priscilla inhaled Charlie Leone's cock, Miriam was on the verge of a
    mammoth fuckquake.

    "He gon' say I cain't fuck!" she lamented as expansive shock waves wracked her curvy frame.

    Under the stewardship of Charlie's manly thrusts, Priscilla the Punani raged to be free of her Miriam-imposed constraints.

    "Lemme

    loose, Mir! We can do him again! We gots time!” Priscilla implored.
    “Jes lemme get de furst one in! I’ll be good after dat!”

    Priscilla

    was lying. Even now, Miriam knew that her mother was downstairs
    wondering after her absence. Only two of the triplets were present.
    Since the three women always ran in a pack, a missing triplet screamed
    of an imbalance called Trouble.

    "Lemme snap him, Mir! Ize ready Oh lawdy, Ize reday!”

    Priscilla was a stern taskmaster.

    "We only gon' get dis one chance, Prissy! Hold on, baby! Hold on!" Miriam begged.

    "No gawd dammit!" Priscilla shrieked. "Now gawd dammit, do it now!"

    Charlie

    could sense a titanic battle raging in Miriam's bearing. She was
    impaled upon a rack, refusing to succumb to her inquisitors. Each moment
    that rack stretched her body further and further adrift from its
    moorings. Once released, she would snap back together like a rubber band
    and discharge all of her pent up kinetic energy through her punani in
    great shards of orgasmic lather. This was the moment Charlie craved.

    "Come on, girl. Give it to me!" Charlie hissed. "I’m wit you"

    Charlie

    watched from the rear mount as his cock plowed furrows into Miriam's
    punani. The squishy, liquid slapping of their merged genitalia portended
    Priscilla's ultimate surrender. Charlie knew Priscilla was ready to
    cum. Only Miriam's pride held Priscilla back from an atomic detonation.

    "Damn I’m good!" Charlie bragged to himself.

    It

    didn't occur to him that Miriam was three quarters of the way to a
    shattering climax before she'd climbed into the church bell tower. He'd
    thought her animus to be due to his sexual fecundity, not Miriam's
    extravagant sexual fantasies.

    Ignoring Miriam's will, Priscilla capitulated.

    "Fuck you, selfish bitch. I needs to gets mine." Miriam’s strong-willed clit defied her.

    Miriam

    opened her mouth widely into a silent scream of primal anguish. Her
    entire frame shook with spastic tremors. Her toes and fingers wiggled
    maniacally. Her ass cheeks ballooned. And then a huge stream of pungent
    squirt burst from her cunny, cascading a puddle three feet wide onto the
    bell tower floor.

    Miriam slumped.

    Janice

    Leone, too, was on the verge of surrender. She'd already sucked Ben's
    cock dry. Then she'd stood over him as he'd knelt and returned the
    favor. Her cunnilingual orgasm quickly consumed her. Jenny drove her
    junior peenie into Ben's mouth as he had done earlier, holding his head
    firmly in place, roiling her fluffy crimson pubic mound in circlets
    about his nose, lips and cheeks. She came explosively and was not
    displeased to find that Ben's cock had firmed up under the fires of her
    sexual extremis. She turned and offered her ass to him, carpet, clit and
    all. Ben gratefully accepted. He mounted her and inserted himself.
    They'd been fucking anally for ten minutes now as Janice masturbated
    herself back to Ben's level of arousal.

    In

    her mind's eye Janice imagined Ben to be a black slave with bowling
    ball muscles, a donkey cock and a taste for white punani. She imagined a
    real donkey cock, too. A two feet long, all pink and purple striped,
    with an inverted crown and a lengthy grey sheath shrouding its base. She
    envisioned herself as the virginal heroine of a Victorian tragedy,
    shielding her town from the rampages of this muscular boy, using her
    feminine wiles to distract him from younger, more easily taken white
    women, sacrificing her virtue for the good of the many.

    "You shan't have me, Mr. Donkeydick!" she asserted boldly.

    "I shall!" the marauder countered.

    And that was how Janice Leone ended up with a donkey cock up her ass.

    She

    could feel his inverted pudenda surging inside her. It felt like a huge
    set of lips probing from the business end of a lamprey. She kept hoping
    a tongue would slip from his opening to lap at her vitals. His shaft
    was sticky, even slimy. It contrasted greatly with the dry tightness of
    her poop chute. Lacking the muscular, veiny feel of a man's cock, it
    replaced that sensation with an eel-like fluidity as his pink/purple
    cock invested itself of her stink. It squirmed and roiled and looped.
    Once it even doubled back on itself and tied itself into a knot.

    "Oh!" Jenny cried out as his thickness ballooned unexpectedly inside her rectum.

    Throughout

    this unusual fantasy, Janice hovered at the threshold of the abyss. Her
    lobster claw clit surged erect under the tremulous ministrations of her
    fingers. She pressed it down into her fire apple forest, further still
    down the line of her cleft until it burgeoned at the very entrance to
    her snatch, where her labia kissed and suckled it as a sister in
    sensuality.

    Janice floated along.

    "Fuck

    me like a servant, Benny! Slam that fat african cock up in there, you
    filthy, black motherfucker!" she whispered stridently. "Oh! Oh!"

    Ben knew this scatological language to be Jenny's swan song.

    "She's fantasizing about black cock again."

    With

    that, he redoubled his efforts. He wanted to sluice his cum into her at
    the very moment of her completion and, in so doing, wrap up another
    perfect Sunday in church.

    "Un! Un! Uh" he grunted as he sought to power her over the edge.

    Jenny's

    jism burst through the walls of her restraint. She came with a
    monstrous tantrum of shiver, splattering her 'seed' in six great bursts
    of orgasmic delight, each squirt more ecstatic than the one prior, until
    she was emptied, sweaty and exhausted. Ben came, too; jettisoning his
    milky cock honey into Jenny's ass with the fury of a Russian geyser.
    Both of them slumped as they twinkled down from this shattering
    concussion.

    As

    he came back to himself, Ben noticed a warmth, a wetness on his legs, a
    wetness where none ought be. He looked down. Jenny's 'seed' had been
    her squirt geyser. She'd gushed down his leg as she'd cum, presuming
    these to be squirts of clitoral ejaculate. Both of them were standing in
    a huge puddle of hot golden dew. Ben's jism trickled from Jenny's ass
    in globules of sticky white cream.

    Reeling from her orgasm, Jenny only now noticed that she'd also erupted from her bladder orifice. She was hugely embarrassed.

    "I'm sorry!" she winced.

    Still conjoined, they stepped away from the puddle in tandem.

    "That's okay," Ben consoled her. "That was good!"

    "Yes. It was," she agreed.

    They

    waited together in silence for a few more moments before Ben's cock
    softened and flumped from Jenny's ass, dragging a long, sticky streamlet
    of cum that stretched without breaking.

    They endured a few more minutes of post-coital awkwardness, then tidied up and exited the closet.

    Fanny

    Harkness waited patiently for Jake to recover from their first sexual
    encounter that day. His jism oozed down both her thighs in a crawly
    flood. She held him up against the closet door to keep him from slumping
    to the ground.

    As

    per usual, he'd cum within moments of entering her and then swooned.
    Fanny knew she had but to wait ten minutes and he would be ready to go
    again, this time with a bit more stamina. She coddled Jake as he slept
    off his orgasm.

    "Ben wasn't like this."

    But

    then, too, Jakie didn't hurt as much. In fact, he fit her nicely. He
    wasn't as thick as Ben; his eight-incher slid easily inside her pussy.
    It loosened her up. Fanny looked forward to the day when she could take
    another poke at Ben's ten-inch cock.

    "I'm not small!" Fanny’s prideful cunt declared.

    Fanny

    wanted to wipe Jake's semen away. It tickled. It made her vagina feel
    sloshy. She was afraid it would stain her church dress. She feared that
    its aroma would indict her once she returned to the mingling church
    crowd upstairs. But she needed both hands to hold Jakie aloft. By way of
    compromise she spread her legs resolutely and allowed his issue to plop
    to the floor.

    "I'll get the rest later."

    When

    she knew Jake's recovery to be imminent, Fanny was better able to hold
    him aloft with one hand. His legs recovered enough sand to support his
    weight. As he was coming around, Fanny knelt and began to bob at his
    cock. Often, she knew, his cock awakened before Jake came to his senses.
    Too, it had taken her awhile to take to fellatio. Early on, Ben's
    attempts to insinuate himself into her mouth often resulted in the gag
    reflex. This, in large part, was the reason Fanny was with Jake today.
    Fanny took every opportunity now to suck cock. It was an acquired taste.
    Even so, Fanny was a spitter, not a swallower.

    "Ewe!"

    She

    could taste Ben's residual jism from their earlier short-lived session.
    It resonated with the feminine taste of her cunt. Fanny wasn't overly
    thrilled with the taste of fuck.

    "He likes this, though. I've gotta keep going."

    Jake's

    cock rose in conjunction with her efforts. When he was fully hard and
    just before Jake roused from his slumber, Fanny stood and pointed his
    cock back into her pussy. Jake awakened to find her grinding against
    him, moaning as if there'd been no break in their earlier coupling.
    Fanny thought this would do wonders for his confidence.

    "He'll think we've been doin' it for twenty minutes straight!"

    Indeed, Jake did conclude that his staying power had somehow been enhanced.

    "Wow! And this is the first time today!"

    He

    drove into her with renewed vigor. They fucked face-to-face standing up
    for a time. Jake rested his shoulder blades against the door, legs
    spread wide, while extending his pelvis out to her. Fanny leaned back,
    too, as she worked his cock with her pussy. In. Out. Round and round
    again. Both of them found animus watching their genitalia merge and ebb.
    Fanny grinned.

    "That's it, Jakie. Fuck, me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

    She was peaking.

    Jake

    thought this might be the proper time to introduce Fanny to something
    new. She was sloppy wet. He thought these were entirely her own juices.
    He didn't imagine that she was already lubricated with his cum.

    "Watch this, Jen," he said.

    He spun her around and gripped her ass lasciviously. Fanny wasn't troubled. They'd done standing doggie plenty of times.

    Jake

    pulled her ass cheeks apart with his thumbs. He drew her to him slowly
    until his pud punched at her sphincter. Fanny reached down between her
    legs to correct his aim. Jake slapped her hands away. He pointed his
    cock back into her rectum. Only then did Fanny become concerned Jake's
    intent.

    "What’s this, then?"

    Jake pulled her closer. His cock pressed until she opened partially. Fanny began to struggle.

    "No! Jake!"

    He controlled her easily, gripping her around the stomach.

    "Hold still. It'll hurt less. Trust me."

    Reluctantly, Fanny stopped struggling.

    "Open your legs," he ordered.

    Fanny complied.

    Jake

    now gripped his shaft to firm it up for its first penetration of
    Fanny's outbox. Fanny gritted her teeth in anticipation. Jake watched as
    her asshole widened around his cockhead, taking her groans as groans of
    pleasure. Fanny might have demurred.

    Finally her stinkhole popped open to accept him. It closed around his shaft like a tourniquet. Fanny shivered.

    "That wasn't as bad as I'd thought."

    Jake

    probed forward slowly. Each centimeter of insertion served as balm for
    Fanny's trepidations. This didn't hurt, much. In fact, once he got it
    in, it felt, kinda good. She waggled each of her ass cheeks separately,
    like a weightlifter flexing his individual pects, trying to ingratiate
    herself around Jake's thickness.

    "Deeper. Deeper!"

    Four

    inches in. Five inches. Six inches in, Jake suddenly withdrew. He fired
    a power stroke that hilted him and rocked Fanny to her core. She
    responded by unleashing a concentrated stream of urine that unnerved,
    shocked and titillated her.

    "That was the best piss of my life!"

    Jake

    rocked her again. Another stream of pee pelleted forth, this one less
    spirally concentrated but just as forceful. Jake slammed home another
    thrust. Fanny's ass cheeks wobbled. This time her pee jetted out in a
    wide-angle aerosol spray.

    "Oh! Oh! That's it! Hit me again, Jake!"

    She was coming.

    "Dang, girl! Are you peeing?" Jake huffed breathlessly.

    "Jake!" she screeched. "it me again!"

    Ben

    and Janice, passing outside Jake and Fanny's closet door on their way
    upstairs, laughed out loud to hear Fanny's climactic marching orders.

    "Hit her again, Jake!" Janice called out mirthfully.

    Ben looked down. A golden puddle of Fanny's piss trickled from under the door.

    "She's peeing! Just like you!" Ben whispered to Janice.

    Janice punched him in the arm.

    "Shut up!" she said. "You'd better not tell anybody you made me pee in a church!"

    "I'm just sayin'. It's not just you. You shouldn't be embarrassed."

    "I'm

    Serious, Benny. If this gets back on me, that's the last you're going
    to see of the crimson poonan. Promise me you won't say anything,
    especially not to Jakie."

    "Okay." Ben promised.

    They wandered up the hall to the staircase together.

    "You go up first," Ben said.

    Even

    though they were cousins, it wouldn't do to be seen coming up from the
    church basement together. Jenny grabbed a Bible and marched up the
    stairs. In the distance Ben could hear Fanny's muffled cry.

    "Again!"

    Ben smiled to himself. She obviously didn't give a damn about being heard.

    "I'm gon' have to give that one another go!"

    Rev.

    Masterson Sanders presided over the local Episcopal. His sermons served
    as backdrop for the clandestine sexual escapades practiced by his
    younger parishioners.

    He

    was a good man. Rather, his mores reflected the values of the day. He
    agonized over his flock, took their needs, both physical and spiritual,
    to heart. He believed that white people were the chosen of God and
    destined to conquer the whole of the New World, thus gaining souls for
    the Lord. He believed that only legally enforced racial purity laws made
    such conquest possible. He was fond of saying:

    "I don't b'lieve in segregation; I b'lieve in slav'ry!"

    Even

    so, he believed that blacks ought to be Christianized. He believed that
    God set his black brethren as slaves to their natural masters, the
    whites. He felt this truism must be preached and accepted by all races.
    Anyone who sought to alter these biblically ordained social strata ran
    in opposition to God's will.

    "An' that's when yer in danger of the fahrs of Hell."

    In

    this wise Rev. Sanders wasn't much different from his contemporaries,
    all of whom took the aforementioned maxims as Gospel. Racial domination
    was the basis of Southern culture. The subjugation of North America
    wasn't viewed as the theft, plunder and genocide of an Indian continent,
    built up upon the backs of forced African labor. Rather, it was viewed
    as God's blessings upon white folk for their faith, virtue and
    self-determination. This viewpoint routinely found its way into Rev.
    Sanders' sermons.

    While

    Charlie, Ben, Jake and a few others were secretly fornicating in
    various hideaways of the First Episcopal sanctuary, Rev. Masterson was
    socializing outside and, afterwards, privately counseling members of his
    flock. They came to him for spiritual guidance, needing official
    affirmation that their Path to Glory was still pristine. The Reverend
    corrected their missteps, removed obstacles, encouraged and cajoled. He
    was God's vicar in that section of Louisiana.

    Rev. Masterson’s Ministry Woes.

    On

    Sundays the Reverend spent upwards of sixteen hours either in the
    pulpit or in the field. He would take dinner in the home of a member of
    his flock, then return to the church where he slept in a humble room
    opposite the 'blacks' balcony.

    During

    the workweek he prepped sermons for Sundays, wrote letters, studied and
    prayed. He visited the sick and infirm regularly. He was a diligent
    pastor. In an outward display of his humble piety he even served as the
    church janitor.

    Monday

    noon the Reverend climbed into the bell tower to chime the time. As he
    got himself situated a familiar odor raked his nostrils.

    "Smells like somebody done peed in heah."

    He sniffed around to determine the source of the odor. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

    "Which one o' these nasty muthuhfuckahs come up heah an' peed?"

    He sniffed around some more, shaking his head in disgust. He got down on his knees and sniffed the wooden floor.

    "Hot Dammit. I knew it!"

    Miriam's

    effluent assaulted his olfactories. Rev. Sanders stood resolutely. He
    looked at his pocket watch. It was time to ring the noon bell.

    "I got chores," he grumbled. "Ah moan have t' keep this door locked from now on."

    Rev.

    Sanders dutifully rang the lunch bell, trying to envision which of his
    parishioners would commit such vile sacrilege in a church. Had he
    offended someone? The culprit had to go out of his/her way to climb all
    the way up into the belfry.

    "Nasty muthuhfuckah."

    Ten

    minutes later the Reverend was rousting thru a basement closet looking
    for a scrub brush and a pail. He found a mop standing in a corner. Its
    pail was stuffed under a rack behind various other cleaning equipment.
    Something smelled odd. Rev. Sanders paused to sniff. There it was again!
    The unmistakable aroma of human piss!

    He

    drew his hands and knees up to his nose to see if the smell from the
    bell tower floor attached. Yes, but barely. He knelt to the floor.

    "Somebody don peed in heah too!"

    The smell in the closet was much more acrid than that in the bell tower.

    "I'll be a sonna vah bitch! Dah piss is in heah, too!”

    He

    snatched the pail and slammed the closet door shut. He noticed a dark
    stain on the clapboard flooring where the urine trailed from under the
    door.

    "Where's that scrub brush?"

    He

    went hunting through other closets in search of a brush to clean up the
    mess. As he opened the door to the third closet a familiar odor
    assailed him.

    "Sonnuv ah bitch!”

    The following Sunday, Rev. Sanders opened services with prayer. He paused before launching into his weekly sermon.

    "Befo'

    we gets started, I want to remind youse that we has a perfectly good
    outhouse out the back. I won't be offended if'n some of youse feel
    compelled to take a moment for yo'selves dur'nthe sermon. Outside. Feel
    free. This is the House of the Lawd."

    Most

    of the congregants found this opening puzzling. Sanders felt confident
    that the culprits heard his words and discerned his intent.

    He hoped those nasty pissing bastards felt convicted in their spirits.

    "Is nuth’n sacred? This is a church, gawd dammit!"

    Up in the 'blacks' balcony, Beulah Thompkins caught Charlie Leone's eye with a sly double cheek poke.

    Charlie smiled widely.

    Downstairs in the white folks pews similar winks, cheek pokes, sniffles and sidelong glances were the order of the day.

    Heedless of this backdrop, Rev. Sanders launched into his Sunday sermon.

    To be continued.

    By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

    51 min
  • The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 7
    Nightcrawling the Triplets

    By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Annie’s new swim mateNight Crawling with the Thompkins Triplets

    "He

    say I 'posed to suck he cock 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 cock 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 cock? 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 cock an' sent
    him home. You sucked his cock an' den you offered he de poosy to boot!
    fo' free!"

    "Pissh.

    My poosy need jist as much relief as he cock. 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock I can wrap my Priscilla around? Pull it out. She'll have you screamin' my name out loud."

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

    "I thought you wuz de one gwine suck his cock? 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 cock? 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
    cocks come to callin', you always got sump'n else to do. I bet yo'
    throat see mo' cock den yo' poochipap do."

    "Youse

    a damn lie. My Priscilla done seen mo' cock 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 cock up into my Priscilla? He gimme a
    peppermint ball to suck his cock 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 cock?
    Ain't I already did that? It ain't me who made dese cheek-poke
    arrangements."

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

    "So who's stopping you?"

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

    "You need help sucking a cock? 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock, 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 cock
    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.

    .

    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
    tits 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 tits 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' cock? 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock
    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 cock to her again. He watched with
    amazement as those transcendent lips widened to engulf him.

    "Only Annie sucks cock like this. Bea's punani 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 cock
    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 cock. 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 cock 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 cock. You don' know how to suck
    no drained cock. 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 cocks been up in you already! You smell dat, Di?"

    Dinah smirked.

    "Shut up, Miri. Pammie jist wet is all. Bea been suckin' cock. 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 cock 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 punani. It slid easily inside. Pammie was slick with the
    lubrication of passion.

    "Now squeeze," Miriam said.

    Beulah

    clenched her punani lips together. In doing so she drew Ben's cock
    deeper into her snatch. She stretched him like a rubber dildo.

    "Again." Miriam ordered.

    Ben groaned. This hurt.

    "Don't

    squeeze that hard, Bea! You wanna kill him? Or do you wanna get him
    rousted up agin? Suck at him with Pammie, don't yank. Like this."

    Miriam

    pulled Ben's cock from Beulah's punani and took it into her own mouth.
    She suckled at it tenderly, as a baby nursing a nipple, laving it with
    her tongue and coating it with extravagant bubbles of spittle.

    "Go soft at first, Bea. When it get hard you can go faster", she advised.

    "Why you so concerned?" Beulah asked.

    "Because I need him to be rock hard when Priscilla time come, dat’s why!

    "Well, why you ain't whupped Priscilla on him already then?"

    "Because

    you needs dah prackis more’d I duz. Dat’s why. Stop axin' dumb
    questions an' hotch yo' stankin' poosy on over here. See here? Look, he
    already giv'n a little twitch. Push it up in there. Yeh, like that. See?
    He comin' around."

    Pammie

    closed around Ben's cock again. All three sisters watched, fascinated,
    while Beulah roiled her vagina in circlets, twisting Ben's foreskin in
    spirals against the meaty flesh beneath. The heated merger their
    genitalia produced a smoky, decadent aroma that Miriam and Dinah found
    titillating. Both of their overheated purple vaginas began to moisten
    and drip.

    Beulah

    dropped her leg to the ground, standing to the task at hand. Ben's cock
    had regained sufficient tumescence that the fornicating pair could just
    grip each other by their respective asses and grind. Both of them
    stared down the line of their torsos at the cock twisting obscenely into
    Pammie's aching furry love lips. Beulah began to finish each spiraling
    insertion with a quick in/out shimmy that released Ben's foreskin from
    its rat-tail spinner and allowed her clit a gratuitous swipe against his
    crimson pubic mound.

    Beulah

    began to tremble and sweat. The presence of her sisters was no longer a
    concern. She was adrift in the ocean of sexual prurience only brought
    about by a thick, shaggy cock. Beulah's world became laser-focused on
    Pammie's wants and needs.

    "Rub me this way, Bea", Pammie advised. Beulah complied.

    "Pull back slow and hit him hard, Bea!" Pammie ordered. Beulah complied.

    "I just wanna suck at him, Bea. Oh! Lemme Suck!" Pammie moaned. And Beulah complied. Pammie's curly-haired lips nurtured and suckled at Ben's pulsating cock.

    "All the way to the back, Bea! Now hit it right there! And grind!" Pammie demanded. Beulah did as she was told.

    Pammie

    expanded and contracted about Ben's pole with great bursts of succulent
    lust. Having recently cum, Ben surged into her with power and
    dexterity, unencumbered by the fear of a pre-mature release. He chortled
    at Beulah's "I'm about to cum!" face. Turnabout was fair play. Even
    when he noticed Beulah's sisters lapping at his balls Ben continued to
    punish Pammie for Beulah's earlier impertinence. He pounded her
    relentlessly.

    "Ah! fuck!" Pammie

    screamed (metaphorically) as she locked tight about Ben's cock, sending
    innumerable spastic vaginal quivers up and down its length. "Feed it to me Benny, I need to taste it!"

    In

    response, Ben turned Beulah around and fucked her doggystyle while
    guiding her forward, binding her wrists behind her with his strong
    hands. Pammie continued to scream and beg for succor. With the right
    sort of ears one could hear her pleadings in the sticky mishmash of
    Ben's conquest. Pammie unleashed punani fart after punani fart as she
    dealt with the nuclear explosions Ben unleashed inside her chocolate
    liquid heat.

    Miriam and Dinah laughed to hear Pammie's indelicate punani flatulence.

    "I hope dat wasn't de real thing, girl!"

    It

    sure sounded real. Beulah wasn't paying attention. She was unmoored
    from reality, basking in the glow of her own walking punani thunder.
    Pammie raced up and down the arc of Ben's muscular scythe. She was on a
    mission to coat herself in his love honey and so complete their
    assignation with drip.

    Ben,

    though, had other ideas. There were two more pussies here in need of
    cock mastery. If not, they wouldn't have come. Besides, he doubted if
    even Tommy Thompkins had the wherewithal to take on all three triplets
    at once. If he had, he certainly would have bragged about it before now.

    Pammie

    was trembling out the last vestiges of her passion before him. Her
    owner, Beulah, was splayed out in the blanket, rounded ass in the air,
    head down, quaking uncontrollably. Pammie, too, was gasping for breath,
    quivering open and shut about his cock, pressing him for fertilization.

    "Git down here you two", Ben ordered the other sisters.

    He

    lined Dinah and Miriam up on either side of Beulah, asses up, heads
    down, arms stretched forward. Beulah slumped, now blind with passion.
    She was exhausted. Ben was still rock hard inside Pammie, roiling up her
    foam. It didn't look as if Pammie was going to dine on his love honey.
    Ben wasn't even breathing hard.

    Ben

    withdrew his cock from Pammie's luxuriant grasp. She sent him on his
    way with a burgeoning cum bubble that popped when it encountered
    Beulah's kinky pubic hair. Beulah fell over sideways. She opened her
    thighs to the night air. Waves of heat rose expansively from her mound.

    Now

    Ben sidled up behind Dinah and inserted himself. Patricia smiled open
    and welcomed him inside with an expressive sigh of anticipation. Dinah's
    ass wobbled as Ben's cock peeled Patricia wide and cruised past her
    cocoa punani lips and into her core.

    "Oh. Shit." Dinah whispered.

    Ben

    gripped both of her buttocks in his manly hands. He massaged them as he
    established an erotic dance rhythm with Patricia. Watching his cock
    surge deep and deeper from above, Ben again felt that primordial,
    pre-orgasmic stickiness in his belly, that silky march up the plateau of
    ecstasy to ultimate completion.

    "It's too soon!" he thought. "There's another one here! I have to do all three! Calm down, Benny!"

    His

    cock had other ideas. Patricia differed from Pamela in that she was
    deeper, an older soul, less frantic, more accommodating. Patricia made
    Ben feel more like a man and less like a boy on the verge of becoming a
    man.

    Patricia said, "Come

    on in. Sit down. Spend some time with me. Kiss me. Lick me. Sniff me.
    Suck me. Fuck me. You like me? Good. Let me caress you. You look like
    you've had a long day."

    Merging

    with Patricia was an act of union, not an act of dominance. Her sticky
    vaginal song validated penises with comfort. She was solace personified.
    She wasn't competition. If Ben came pre-maturely, Patricia didn't
    laugh. Patricia simply said, "Whew! That was nice! You're so good! so big! Let's do it again, now." Her
    confidence in him was infectious. It was the thing that most
    precipitated Ben's pre-orgasmic march. Dinah's strident moans didn't
    hurt the process, either.

    Miriam

    was a little put off to be just a spectator at Dinah's love fest. What
    if he came inside Patricia and couldn't get it up again? Priscilla was a
    demanding agitator, a dominator, a vast chasm of rampant carnality
    primed to detonate and implode at a moment's notice. She wasn't used to
    being left out in the cold. Miriam consoled herself with the maxim "He's saving the best for last".

    Priscilla

    didn't give a shit about maxims. Priscilla wanted cock. She wanted
    fresh cock, too, not spongy, already-been-chewed, grouchy ass, "don't
    touch me, bitch!" cock. Miriam found herself becoming more and more
    anxious as she watched Patricia weave her exotic charms up and down the
    length of Benny's love muscle.

    "She's gon' make him cum, I jist know it!"

    Miriam

    noticed, too, that Beulah was coming around. She seemed to have
    recovered somewhat from her debilitating orgasm and was taking an
    interest in Ben and Dinah's ongoing tryst. Fuck this shit." Priscilla snorted indignantly.

    "What do you want me to do?" Miriam mewled. Get up off you ass. Somebody is sure to come looking for us before I gets mine." Priscilla continued.

    "I cain't just move Dinah out of the way. It's her turn!" Miriam fumed.

    "He got a tongue, don't he?" Priscilla suggested.

    "Oh. Yeah." Miriam consented.

    Stung

    into action by Priscilla's uncompromising demands, Miriam stood and
    theatrically straddled Dinah's shoulder blades facing Ben. She hooked
    her thumbs into the backs of her hips and shoved her pelvis forward. She
    preened Priscilla's bushy black triangle there for Ben's consideration,
    as if he'd taken far too long to consider her, and he'd better damn
    well take her into account soon or else she was leaving. Ben looked at
    Miriam curiously through poosy-clouded lenses.

    "What?" he queried breathlessly, communicating with his eyes.

    "Lick it", Miriam said aloud.

    "Lick it? Now?" Ben replied, again with his eyes.

    "Did, did, did I studder? Lick it!" Miriam snarled in a tone bereft of any hint of racial subservience.

    Shocked

    into compliance, Ben leaned forward and nuzzled his nose into
    Priscilla's fragrant curly patch even as he continued to hump Dinah's
    rump.

    "I ain't say sniff it. I said lick it." Miriam ordered.

    Out

    popped Ben's tongue. Miriam gripped the back of his head brusquely.
    From there Priscilla took over. She gripped Ben's tongue with her
    pliant, prehensile punani lips and tugged at it, let it slip north to
    tickle Miriam's clit and then roiled it side to side against her sugar
    walls. Miriam groaned.

    "That's more like it", Priscilla said.

    Now

    Miriam began to service Priscilla at the tip of Ben's tongue. He
    continued to fuck Dinah, but Priscilla quickly took control of their
    sexual conversation. She was selfish like that. None of the triplets
    were surprised at this turn of events.

    Two

    of the triplets, however, were astounded at the next move. Without
    being noticed, Beulah loomed up behind Ben. She was smaller than he.
    That didn't stop her from gripping Ben by the hips and driving Pammie up
    between his buttocks as if Pammie were a cock and Ben's ass was
    Pammie's chosen orifice. She caught him on the downstroke and shoved
    Pammie so far up as to brush against Ben's cornhole, where her throbbing
    clit probed for entry. Pammie's forceful momentum drove Ben's cock into
    Patricia's maw with greater impetus on the upstroke.

    Thus, all three triplets were in play. Ben was shocked.

    "All three?"

    Yes,

    all three. Pammie humped Ben. Ben humped Patricia. Priscilla sucked
    Ben's tongue. None of the triplets knew Ben's cock by its given name.
    (He called his cock "Sir"). Choice epithets filled the surrounding
    glade. Ben gritted his teeth. This was going to make for some story
    tomorrow when he and Charlie were sweating in the fields.

    "Man up, Benny", advised Sir.

    They fucked in this manner until, predictably, Priscilla called for deeper penetration, thus mandating a change in position.

    "Fuck this half-ass punani licking. I need some cock." Priscilla complained.

    "Okay! Okay!" Miriam conceded.

    "Dinah, I'm ready." Miriam said aloud, at Priscilla's behest.

    "Okay. Hold on a sec," Dinah conceded. "Benny? Honey? Go a little, faster. I'm, almost there."

    "Now, Dinah," Miriam ordered.

    Dinah ignored her. She was on the verge of perfection. Priscilla could kiss her ass, selfish ho.

    "Dinah!" Miriam persisted.

    "Bitch!"

    Dinah exploded. "Ain't you heard me say I'se almost there? I ain't
    none-a yo' ho. I'm-a get mine the same as you. Hush yo puffy n' let me
    finish!"

    It wasn't often that one of the sisters put Miriam in her place. When it happened, Miriam pouted for days.

    "She'll come around," noted Dinah. She urged Ben to intensify his efforts.

    "Keep goin', Benny, I'm, Oh harder, that’s it. Put it, right, in, There! Oh!"

    Patricia

    seized up suddenly and hurtled Dinah into the nighted abyss without a
    parachute. She exploded into light shards that slowly twinkled
    earthward, leaving swirly smoke contrails in their wake.

    "Oh, oh, oh, oh. Fuck me! Fuck me you son’o bitch Fuck!

    The theatrics of her climax cowed her sisters into silence.

    "Wow. Look at that."

    Dinah

    bucked and juked like a hellhound unhinged. Miriam leapt away from her
    standing position astride Dinah's shoulders. Beulah paused in her
    assault on Ben's behind to watch. Without losing Patricia's grip on
    Ben's cock, Dinah scissored her legs acrobatically, spun and swirled
    back onto her shoulder blades. She fucked Ben from the missionary
    position, legs up and spread wide, all the while screeching her passion
    into the night. She arched her back and lifted Ben's body entirely up
    into the air so that their genitalia served as their only point of
    contact. Ben was never so deep in her punani. His weight smashed his
    balls against her taint and flattened her rounded ass cheeks. He flailed
    his arms and legs for balance against his awkward position atop her
    hips.

    With

    one last gasp and a mammoth springboard effort, Dinah hurled the young
    man off her body. He landed on his feet. Dinah did a somersault, then
    bounced up like a naked boxer, tits wobbling akimbo. She shimmied her
    shoulders, shook her hair loose and spin-jabbed her fists cockily, as
    with a speed bag. She looked askance at her sister Miriam.

    "Now, hussy. Top dat," she challenged.

    That's when Ben realized that the sisters were in competition. And he was their chosen foil.

    "I'll be doggoned!"

    Something had to be done about that unwarranted scenario.

    "I ain't none-a none of these bitches hoe", grumbled Sir.

    With

    that, Ben snatched Miriam up and made her assume the position. Dinah
    had cum, not he. Miriam protested weakly. She wanted to mount and ride,
    that being Priscilla's favored position. Ben twirled her back to
    doggystyle.

    "Git down here, I say."

    It

    was time to show these heffahs who the Big Dog was. His cock still
    lunged upward from his sac at a sixty-degree angle, magnificently erect,
    unyielding, uncircumcised and potent. Ben drew himself up to his full
    height so that these three Negresses could witness his rampant virility.
    He'd already left two of them lurching on the ground in ecstasy. Now he
    intended to soil each of these pussies with seed and let these bitches
    worry about the consequences later on. If they got pregnant, who gave a
    fuck?

    "I'm white", he reminded himself.

    "That's what I'M talkin' about", groused Sir.

    Ben

    mounted Miriam from behind. After using his cock to paint both of her
    southern cracks, he probed forward and proceeded to fuck her with wild
    abandon, first in one hole and then the other. He tortured her with
    innumerable power shots, driving her forward on the blanket and out into
    the grass. He stood her up while continuing to hump her from the rear
    mount. She climaxed explosively, like a voodoo dancer, but Ben whirled
    her around and made her kneel and suck his cock anyway, heedless of her
    post-coital tremor. When she finally could take no more, he called her
    sisters over and made them suckle at his root, too, making sure to wipe
    Priscilla's southern juices on their cheeks and lips.

    When

    he felt his jism burgeoning up from his testes, he stepped away from
    Dinah and Beulah's tandem fellatio, snatched Miriam's limp thighs open
    and poured himself into Priscilla with gusto. Her punani bubbled
    obscenely with his milky seed, like a Yellowstone lava pond. It dripped
    from her hairy lips and poured over her ass cheeks into the grass
    beneath. It percolated into her asshole. Miriam was too fucked out to
    complain.

    Still,

    Ben was not finished. He reached for Beulah yet again and mounted her
    with his soggy, floppy cock. After five minutes of lavish grinding,
    Pamela had Ben's loins fired for another go. He withdrew and pointed his
    cock south into Beulah's doodihole from the missionary position.
    Beulah's eye's widened. Tommy Thompkins had plumbed her poop chute once
    or twice. His cock wasn't nearly as thick as Ben's. Plus, Tommy had
    taken his time out of consideration for the young girl's capacities; Ben
    didn't seem to be afflicted with that mindset. No, Ben seemed
    determined to make this assignation a "teachable moment"

    "Don't play wit' me, ho."

    He

    drove fiercely into her rectum, unconcerned with Beulah's shock at this
    sudden, unlubricated anal intrusion. When he was hilted, he drew back
    and fired a long, slow penetrating thrust forward to test the elasticity
    thereof. Beulah winced. Ben drew back again and again, going faster and
    faster still until the heat churned up by his penile friction elicited a
    feral cry of pleasure from the girl.

    "This is what it feels like to get fucked up the ass, girl. Your little piddly clit couldn't bust a grape", he whispered in her ear.

    "Yassuh! Yassuh! I knows it, Suh!" she cried aloud, reverting to type.

    Beulah's

    servile pleadings tempered his rage some. He slowed a bit to allow her
    natural gels time to accumulate. Ben didn't really enjoy anger banging.
    He liked to build his orgasms in layers, going slow, then fast, then
    deep, then rotational. Anger banging produced a brief but intense pop
    that receded quickly, leaving little afterglow.

    Ben

    decided to give Beulah another unexpected surprise. Still mounted
    missionary anal, he withdrew his cock from her ass. Bea thought he was
    moving on to another of the triplets with no small measure of relief.
    She sighed contentedly but rolled over into the standard doggystyle
    position, ass up, head down.

    The

    next thing she felt was Ben's head moving up between her thighs. She
    snapped her head back to make sure it was his head and not some wild new
    position with which she was unacquainted. His crimson moptop waggled up
    between.

    Was he? Washe? Yes, he was! He was going to lick Pammie! Unbidden!

    Ben

    reached up to grip her buttocks then pulled Pamela gently down onto his
    face. Beulah, twice shocked now at this unforeseen turn of events, was
    happy to oblige.

    Ben

    pointed to Dinah. She was lying on the blanket next to the copulating
    couple, regaining her strength from their earlier dynamic session. Ben
    pointed to his erect cock. He was lying on his back licking Beulah's
    punani. Her knees skirted his ears. His cock still raged alone in the
    air. Dinah took the hint. She clambered atop his cock and gratefully
    inserted it into her punani.

    "No." Ben ordered, taking a break from servicing Beulah's clit. "The other hole."

    Dinah

    released him from her cunt and eased her ass down upon his cock. Her
    sphincter popped open easily. She was more acquainted with the southern
    route than Beulah. The two sisters proceeded to sate themselves at the
    largesse of the white boy lying beneath.

    Ten

    minutes into their tri-une coupling, Miriam recovered enough to join
    the fray, making it an imbalanced foursome. Ben lay on his back while
    Beulah and Dinah serviced him. His arms and legs were splayed out on the
    blanket. Miriam stepped up and squatted over his right hand, bundled
    his fingers into an angular fist, then eased her sloppy wet punani down
    upon it. She repeated this maneuver using each of his feet and finally,
    his left hand, before Ben was obliged by nature and necessity to rage
    his cum into Dinah's churning ass.

    This, of course, was Miriam's intent. Dinah was cobbling in on Priscilla's preferred mount.

    Unceremoniously,

    Miriam pushed Dinah out of the way. Ben's spent cock slipped from
    Dinah's ass and flumped onto his stomach, then rolled into its natural
    position along his left thigh. Jism dripped lazily from his pee-hole.
    Beulah continued to hump his face. She was lost in her own impending
    vaginal explosion. From below, Miriam could see Pamela gobble and pucker
    greedily at Ben's tongue. Beulah was twerking it.

    Miriam

    mounted Ben and took his cock into her punani. She, too, began to twerk
    in rhythm with her sister. It took some doing, but Priscilla finally
    succeeded at re-energizing Ben's well-oiled cock. Miriam never doubted
    Priscilla's capacity.

    After

    her fourth cunnilingual orgasm, Beulah shrieked and fell away from
    Bens' face, leaving only Miriam mounted atop the boy. Beulah rolled onto
    her back and fanned her punani expressively, wafting its odor into the
    night air. Dinah, too, fanned herself. Both women's nether regions were
    scorched from Ben's vibrant insurgency.

    Miriam

    now worked Ben for all he was worth. His cock was thrice drained, his
    nerve endings fried. The only thing left was a rock hard piece of purple
    meat aroused at the smell and the savor of a wildly exotic chocolate
    punani whose talents equaled its legend. This was the true competition
    of the night, the last pair of sexual gladiators standing.

    Though

    Miriam's punani was still chock full of Ben's semen, such was the
    animus of their coupling that Ben's residual joy juice bubbled down her
    cunt and drained from her hole. It coated Ben's balls in a bubbly white,
    creamy cluster of foam as she humped him. This cum cluster expanded to
    cover part of Miriam's ass and Ben's thighs like egg white meringue.
    Miriam's sisters looked on in amazement.

    Ben's

    deep purple cock reddened noticeably from the friction of Priscilla's
    strident efforts. It seemed to glow like an overheated piston in the
    midst of the bubbly foam.

    Having

    climaxed earlier, neither Ben nor Miriam was of a mind to just cum and
    get it over with. They wanted to fuck. They wanted to fully invest
    themselves of each other's genitals and leave burned out nubs where
    healthy, vibrant organs once stood. Ten minutes of sexual warfare
    ensued; Fifteen; Twenty. All one heard was the wicked sound of wet
    slapping pelvises as the white boy and the black girl ruthlessly
    assaulted one another. First Miriam was on top, then Ben supplanted her
    there. They rolled over and over on the blanket, fucking as if this were
    the last fuck to take place in the entire universe, and they'd been
    ordered to make it a good one, because no other fucks were to be had,
    ever again, in the entire history of the world.

    In

    time both of the remaining combatants fell into a blazing blur of
    sexual agony. Neither wanted to be the first to cum; both of them were
    on the verge of capitulation. Ben turned Miriam over and cooled his
    red-hot cock in her asshole for a bit. Priscilla's precocious penile
    predilection required Ben's presence, however. Miriam jerked forward,
    releasing him to the elements. When she eased back, she didn't need to
    manually point Ben's cock into her punani. Priscilla gaped wide and
    gulped him in. Ben couldn't complain. Priscilla's silky mixture of
    thick, curly pubic hair and her sticky-hot internal purring engine
    tickled him like the magnificent engine of cock conquest that Miriam
    bragged of. Truly, Priscilla was top-shelf, premium quality hole.

    "Come on! Come on!" Ben demanded as he fought to restrain his ejaculate.

    "Give it to me, baby!" Miriam cajoled, using her most seductive dusky whisper voice. She needed to feel him surge and fire.

    "No. You go, first", Ben reiterated.

    "I will, if, you, will," Miriam wheedled breathlessly, straining to speak and concentrate on Priscilla at the same time.

    Ben tried one last futile line.

    "This, ain't, no, game, Miri. Bust a nut!" he groused in his best "I'm the white person here" voice.

    Miriam didn't answer. She knew she had him. She felt him quake and shimmer.

    "Here it comes", she told herself.

    With

    that she loosed Priscilla from bondage and hurled her into battle
    against the forces of semen rushing from the cock within. She screeched
    out her lust, driven by Priscilla's heated animus, and humped Benny like
    a locomotive steam engine.

    Ben

    smirked at her slyly. He leapt out of her punani, cocked Beulah's legs
    open, inserted himself and erupted. This was the 'poosy' that brung him
    to the dance. His nuts tightened impossibly to squeeze the last dredges
    of seed from his tortured testes.

    "There. That's all three. I did it", he congratulated himself.

    Miriam

    was embarrassed to have been so put upon by her intended foil. She was
    still humping the air as Ben relieved himself in her sister's cunt,
    unaware of his sudden absence. Not only had he robbed her of the
    pleasure of his eruption, he'd faked an orgasm and she hadn't detected
    it. Up till then, Beulah had been the only one of the sisters who hadn't
    elicited his ejaculate. Well, she had swallowed his jizz puddle. That,
    apparently, didn't count. Both Dinah and Miriam already had his cum
    percolating from their nether regions. That, apparently, counted.

    Now Beulah counted, too.

    Dinah and Beulah laughed at Miriam's frustration.

    "I guess he fooled you!" they chimed.

    "Pssh. I ain't wanted his tired old jizz, anyway."

    Miriam's

    sour grapes attitude only made her sisters laugh harder. No one (to
    their knowledge) had ever given up on bustin' a nut in Priscilla. It was
    apparent to all three women knew that Beulah now had a leg up on
    Miriam. Their braggadocious sister had met her Waterloo.

    "Good one, Benny!" laughed Beulah.

    "You go, boy!" Dinah chuckled.

    "Yeah, Benny. You go", said Miriam, using verbiage a bit more literally than Dinah intended.

    All three black girls waded out into the pond to wash.

    "Don't get my hair wet."

    "Is you kiddin', Peaseyhaid? All that sweatin' you jist did?"

    Ben

    gathered up his things, dressed and made his way back to the road home.
    His mouth, cheeks, hands, feet, ass-crack and cock all resonated with
    the smell of milk chocolate punani, leaving an ethereal, invisible
    pheromone trail in his wake. Unbeknownst to him, male animals in the
    forest were unintentionally aroused by his aromatic passage. They
    tracked him home.

    In the morning, Annette Leone awakened to find Ben's erect cock bulging up against her top lip, just beneath her nostrils.

    To be continued.

    By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

    55 min
  • The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 5
    Gretchen Thomkins’ First Time

    By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Annie’s new swim mate

    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
    cock. But it wasn't as stiff now as it had been during their match. It
    was limp and sticky. It looked like the regular cocks 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
    cock 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 cocks 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 cock 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 cock 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 on her
    cheeks. She didn't have Gretchen's tanned, farm-girl bearing. Polly Lynn
    looked like some store bought 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 afternoon. Ray Ray had been hoping that this would be the day he
    might finally get the chance to consummate.

    "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 cock!"

    "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 cock 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 cocks
    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 cock ain't li'l!" Ray Ray snuffled.

    "Who said it was?" Polly retorted. "I jist said other black boy's cocks 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 cock and began to stroke it for the white girls. This
    staunched the receding blood flow. His cock 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 cock 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 cock or ain't you?" Gretchen finally asked.

    This

    brightened Ray Ray's outlook some. He'd begun to wonder if this was
    some cock 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. cocks 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 cock lurched upwards with
    each new visual exposure to Polly's nakedness.

    "You, too." Polly ordered Gretchen.

    Soon enough all three were ass 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 cock lurched upward from between his kneeling
    thighs. Each time Polly arched her slit along the tip of his tongue Ray
    Ray's cock 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 cock 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 ass.
    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 cock. 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 cock oozed from her pussy, inch by inch, like a fat slug
    pouring thru a posthole. Finally it flopped out of her cunt and flumped
    casually against Ray Ray's thighs. Gretchen's chasm was empty again. She
    rolled over onto her ass and bounced up snappily.

    "That was fun!" she smiled as semen trickled down her thighs.

    "Yeh,

    well I ain't showed you everything," Polly commented. "You shoulda let
    him lick your pussy first, like I showed you. Then your nut woulda been
    stronger. You wouldn't be so bouncy fresh. You'd be crumpled."

    "I was crumpled for a minute there. You saying his tongue feels better'n his cock? His cock is way bigger'n his tongue."

    "You

    got a cock, too, in case you didn't know," Polly continued. "It ain't
    as big as his cock but it's where that bouncy fresh feeling comes from.
    You don't need to have his cock up in you to feel like that."

    Gretchen

    was too embarrassed to admit that she wanted, no, needed to have her
    canyon filled. She couldn't imagine a better outcome than to have a
    thick stiffie between her legs, igniting her pinkness with churn. She
    withheld comment as Polly stepped across Ray Ray's prone body, knelt,
    and pushed his slippery limp cock up into her own neatly trimmed pussy.

    "Now watch this," Polly grunted.

    She

    began to suckle at his limp cock with her pussy. She didn't hump him.
    She just squatted over him and, using her cunt muscles, sucked his soggy
    prick inside. Once engulfed, she unclenched and let gravity slowly drag
    Ray Ray's cock earthward while her heated vagina clasped his foreskin,
    pulling it up and over his pud. When his cock was almost ready to plop
    from her grasp she sucked him back in like a diner slurping a strand of
    spaghetti. It was an exercise in sexual gymnastics that amazed both
    onlookers.

    Slowly,

    Ray Ray's cock hardened enough to counteract the downward pull of
    gravity. Only then did Polly begin to churn and roil atop his cock. She
    sought Gretchen's eyes and gave her a devilish smile.

    "This is how you do it," she growled in a husky, decadent voice.

    With

    that Polly began to fuck Ray Ray, slamming her pelvis against his with
    the force of a jackhammer. She held her tits separate from his with
    outstretched arms. Only the merger of their genitalia indicated a
    connection between them. Unlike Gretchen, Polly had no historical ties
    to Ray Ray. He was just "one of them Thompkins property". He had a
    sizeable black cock, that's about all she knew. Tomorrow, Polly wouldn't
    even remember Ray Ray's name.

    "Don't

    cum in me," she whispered to Ray Ray, ignoring the fact that his cock
    was lathered with semen prior to the start of their intercourse.

    "You heard me?" she whispered through grated teeth. "I said, 'Don't cum in me.'"

    "Yes'm," replied Ray Ray.

    "Okay then," she growled, picking up the pace.

    She

    began to fuck Ray Ray ever more quickly, like a Chihuahua humping a
    bumblebee. He tits fluttered. She climaxed again and again without
    slowing the pace of her assault. She knew that, at some point, Ray Ray
    would be obliged to splatter. But since Gretchen was already soiled with
    his issue, she felt that Ray Ray might be able to withstand a lengthy
    session inside fresh puss.

    She

    didn't realize that Ray Ray had already cum twice inside her. He was
    working towards a third orgasm when Polly issued her stern caveat. He
    was young; his cock was prime for pussy. Multiple orgasms weren't a
    problem. They were a feature.

    Ignoring

    her orders, Ray Ray came inside Polly's pussy yet again. The frenetic
    pace of their intercourse disguised his seminal emissions, making them
    somewhat akin to a popgun, quick, but certainly not lethal. The black
    kid launched his jism repeatedly without pausing or losing the pattern
    of their coital rhythm. He erupted and re-hardened shortly thereafter,
    neither slowing perceptibly nor grimacing with the telltale climactic
    facial rigor of the satiated. Adrift in her own miasma of sensuality,
    Polly never suspected him of malfeasance.

    After

    her fifth orgasm, however, Polly Lynn began to suspect that Ray Ray was
    frontin'. Her pussy was smokin' hot. Her abdominal muscles burned with
    fire. Her clit bloomed and ebbed like a strong man's cock, turtling
    obscenely at the apex of her labia. Surely, this young blackie should
    have cum already. A dead man would have.

    Yet

    when she dismounted him, his cock was still rock hard, hanging steady
    at a sixty-degree angle. It stank with the smell of fuck. She watched it
    quiver, drenched in cream. Polly couldn't decide whether this was fresh
    cream or leftover jizz from his earlier session with Gretchen. She
    mounted him again and redoubled her efforts, garnering two more
    gargantuan orgasms in the process. Ray Ray hung in there. His cock
    endured.

    Finally satisfied, she rolled from atop him, wiping sweat from her forehead with her forearm. Her pussy throbbed.

    "Your turn," she mumbled weakly to Gretchen.

    Gratefully,

    Gretchen mounted her wrestling partner, pointing his spiring cock into
    her wetness. She felt him part her slit and slide easily into her
    pinkness. His cock pulsed with virility. They fucked for thirty seconds
    before exploding into bliss. Each preening thrust scraped open newly
    active nerve endings that made this second encounter between them
    singularly memorable. Gretchen boiled aloft and snapped her pussy tight
    about his cock with the fire-snapple crack of a bullwhip. Semen ejected
    from her pussy in a concentrated stream resembling piss.

    Polly looked on disgustedly.

    "I done fucked this blackie six ways from Sunday and she makes him bust nuts in five seconds?"

    She looked down at her pussy as if to chastise it for ineptitude.

    Lying

    in her bed now, Gretchen recalled that epic first session from nearly a
    year ago. She reached down to finger herself absentmindedly.

    Gretchen

    still wrestled Ray Ray in the meadow nowadays. More often than not
    their wrestling sessions ended with his cock in her puss. Sometimes she
    sucked him. Sometime he licked her. Sometimes they didn't even get
    around to wrestling.

    Gretchen

    knew this couldn't go on indefinitely. Ray Ray was black. She could
    never invite him home to dinner. She sighed with resignation. Maybe
    she'd meet a capable white boy at the Harvest Dance.

    To be continued.

    By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

    32 min
  • The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 2
    Romping in the Glade

    By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Annie’s new swim mate

    A

    week later Charlie and Annie's brother Ben sat by the edge of this same
    pool. Both boys were naked save for their raggedy grey shorts. Both
    boys were muscular farm hands, heady with the physicality of youth. Ben
    was a shade taller than Charlie, but Charlie's shoulders were wider.
    Rugged forced labor had hardened the black boy and forced him into
    pre-mature manhood.

    They were fishing. Already they'd accumulated an admirable string of specks, bream, and even a couple of smallmouth bass.

    The

    boys lazed along in silence, barely noticing their fishing jiggers.
    Charlie rolled some tobacco and lit it. He took several drags, then
    passed the stogie to Ben, who repeated the process.

    Suddenly Ben's pole jumped. He grabbed it quickly and snatched another fat speck from the water.

    "Dat's a nice one," noted Charlie.

    Ben grinned. "That's eight to your five. I told you I was hot today!"

    Ben

    bent his hook out of the fish's jaws. He ran the connected string of
    prior captives through the new fish's gills and out its mouth. Then he
    tossed the string of gasping fish back into the water at their feet.

    The

    boys sat in silence for a time. They knew each other well. They'd
    hunted and played together since early childhood. They'd shared any
    number of heaving pubic scalps. They'd also shared each other's deepest
    secrets.

    But

    Charlie had one secret he hadn't shared with Ben. He didn't know how
    Ben would react to the knowledge that he had boned Annette, Ben's
    younger sister, although Ben was aware that Charlie had bedded several
    local white girls. Indeed, Ben had shared some of his own conquests with
    Charlie, and vice versa.

    It

    was a hot Louisiana summer day, stiflingly hot. Ben leaned casually
    against a huge oak tree and held his fishing pole against his hip.
    Charlie sat closer to the pool, allowing his feet to dangle in the
    water. They had several cane poles propped up over various trees and
    rocks.

    After

    some minutes of boredom, Ben casually unclasped his pants and pulled
    out his  cock. He let it flop against his leg and regarded it casually.
    It was heavy and uncircumcised, protruding from a thick shock of red
    pubic hair.

    Charlie watched him, suppressing a knowing smile.

    The white boy began to stroke his shaft slowly. He wiped some salty sweat from his cheeks, using it for lubrication.

    "Dang, it's hot today!" he observed, as his cock expanded and lengthened.

    Charlie

    didn't respond. Instead, he unbuttoned his own pants and pulled out his
    own  cock. He mimicked Ben's masturbatory moves. In short order both
    boys were spectacularly erect.

    They

    masturbated slowly, almost as an afterthought. They still held fishing
    poles delicately in one hand while stroking themselves with the other.
    There was no embarrassment on either part. This was a regular ritual of
    their fishing dates. On some occasions a fish would hook itself during
    their masturbatory ablutions. The boys would simply pause to reel the
    captive in and then sit back down to continue stroking. Sometimes this
    ritual went on for hours.

    Ben broke the silence.

    "Annie tells me she did it to you the other day."

    Charlie was shocked speechless.

    "She said she tapped dat ass," Ben continued nonchalantly.

    Charlie didn't respond, but he stopped stroking his cock. His erection began to flag.

    "You better be careful. If daddy finds out, he'll have your hide."

    Charlie was relieved.

    "If you ain't tell him he won't find out."

    Ben laughed. "If I tell him, you'll tell him that I've been tapping Annie's ass since I was twelve! He'll whip my ass, too!"

    Both

    boys laughed. They both also knew that Ben's punishment would pale in
    comparison to Charlie's punishment. Ben's casualness cut the tension
    some. Charlie had been worried that Ben might not take the news well.

    "Well, I was out here by myself 'n she jumped in ass nekkid. What wuz I 'posed to do?" Charlie explained.

    "I don't blame you. That's some good pussy, ain't it?"

    "An' it's deep, too!"

    Both

    boys guffawed at this ancient sexual reference. Charlie's cock
    re-hardened. The boys began to stroke themselves with renewed vigor.

    After

    a time, Charlie dropped his fishing pole, shifted his cock to his right
    hand and stood up. Ben followed suit. Both boys bent a little at the
    knees and pointed their erect  cocks out over the water. They jacked off
    with enthusiasm now, in full competition mode. Charlie was on the
    brink.

    "You ready?" he asked breathlessly.

    "Almost, " replied Ben, "Hold on a second, "

    Charlie slowed down to wait for Ben to catch up.

    Suddenly, they heard a giggle coming from the bushes across the spring.

    "Hey!"

    More giggling and now some thrashing through the underbrush as the spies turned to race away.

    Charlie

    and Ben launched themselves into the water while still fully erect.
    They left their trousers on the bank. In a flash they were pulling
    themselves up on the far bank, just in time to see the two spies racing
    for the wooded path. The boys took an angle along the stream while the
    spies struggled through the woods.

    It was Annie and Tilly. (Tilly was Charlie's cousin)

    The

    girls were barefoot, stumbling over rocks and fallen branches, laughing
    uncontrollably. When they saw that Ben and Charlie were going to cut
    them off, they stopped running but continued to laugh hysterically.
    Tilly mimicked the boys' masturbatory stance, jerking her left hand in
    the air like a piston. This move elicited another round of shrieking
    laughter from the girls. Annie fell on the ground and threw her legs in
    the air in delight. She pounded the ground with her fists.

    "I told you they were out here pounding the pud!"

    "You started laughing too soon. I wanted to see them shoot!"

    Ben and Charlie were upon them now, still naked, picking their way thru the bushes.

    "Who told y'all to come out here?" Ben demanded.

    "Nobody told us nothing. We seen you when you snuck off!" retorted Tilly.

    The boys were breathless from their pursuit. Their  cocks were still thick but not fully erect.

    "Look at those puny things!" laughed Tilly.

    She

    mocked the male masturbation act again. Annie, who'd been sitting on
    the ground, rolled to her back again in laughter. Charlie could see she
    had no drawers on. Both girls wore long white cotton shifts and nothing
    else.

    "Puny?" laughed Ben, faking outrage. "I'll show you puny!"

    He

    charged after Tilly and caught her after a short chase. Charlie knew
    that Tilly wasn't trying too hard. Tilly was fast. She could smoke
    everybody on the farm in a footrace, present company included. She could
    have easily out-distanced Ben if she'd wanted.

    Ben

    grabbed her and carried her like a sack of wheat across his waist.
    Tilly acted as if she was struggling to get away, but again Charlie
    noted that she wasn't struggling too hard. Tilly could fight, too, when
    it was necessary. Charlie reached down and snatched Annie up and slung
    her across his shoulder. She was too big to carry on his hip. Annie was
    still laughing. She didn't resist.

    The boys carried Annie and Tilly back to the edge of the spring.

    "You think it's funny to spy on people, huh? You think it's funny?"

    Ben

    hoisted Tilly above his head and threw her into the spring. She popped
    up immediately. The cold water pasted her white shift against the
    contours of her body. Her full tits and her pubic mound were outlined
    perfectly.

    Now Charlie handed Annie to Ben. He took her ankles while Charlie took her wrists. They swung her back and forth.

    "Ah-one and ah-two and here, we, go!"

    They flung Annie out into the deep water. She popped up immediately and frog-kicked her way back to the bank.

    Meanwhile,

    Tilly emerged from the water, drenched and dripping. She moved as if to
    assist Annie, but the boys grabbed her as soon as Annie hit the water.
    Ben snatched her feet, Charlie grabbed her wrists and they launched her
    in a high arc out into the spring. She did a somersault and landed face
    first.

    Seeing

    this, Annie backpedaled. She wanted to continue to play, but not on
    these uneven terms. She backstroked to the other side of the spring.
    Tilly followed.

    Ben

    and Charlie dove in after them, caught them on the other side, and
    proceeded to try to throw the girls in again. This time Tilly fought
    back with some energy. She also interfered when the boys sought to gang
    up on Annie. The struggle devolved into a wrestling match with Ben
    against Annie and Charlie struggling to contain Tilly.

    Predictably,

    as they rolled in the soft grass at the edge of the pool, both boys
    regained their prior erections. Charlie realized it first. Holding Tilly
    from behind to keep her from escaping, Charlie suddenly reached down
    and ripped Tilly's shift over her head. Both of them stood naked on the
    sward. He held her shift above his head as she jumped and yelped for its
    return.

    Seeing

    this, Ben tried to perform the same maneuver on Annie. She fought
    gamely to retain her garment. In the end, her shift ripped partially and
    Annie gave it up to keep it from ripping entirely.

    Now the four of them stood naked on the bank.

    "Gimme back my shift, Charlie," said Tilly.

    Charlie grinned.

    "Gimme some punani and I'll give it back to you."

    Both Ben and Annie laughed. Ben chimed in.

    "Yeh, give us some pussy. You owe it to us for spying on us."

    "I ain't giving y'all shit. 'N neither is Annie," sniffed Tilly.

    "Then walk yo' ass back to de house ass nekkid!" laughed Charlie.

    This

    response created another struggle as the girls renewed their efforts to
    regain their clothing. The boys played keep away, ducking and dodging
    the girls' retrieval efforts.

    Tilly

    pulled Annie aside and whispered in her ear. Afterwards, the girls made
    one last halfhearted effort to get their clothes. Then they bolted over
    to the fishing poles and grabbed the boys' trousers.

    "That's okay," said Annie. "We'll get home in these!"

    Ben

    and Charlie saw that they'd been duped. They advanced on the girls.
    Tilly and Annie stood their ground. Both girls squatted over the pants.

    "You come one step closer and I'm peeing on these pants," threatened Annie.

    Both girls giggled. They had the upper hand.

    Or so they thought.

    The

    boys charged them. Before long all four teenagers were again swimming
    across the pool, garments in hand. They obtained the far shore and
    erupted again into another splash war and a water-wrestling match.
    Finally, the four of them emerged from the pool exhausted and tousled.
    They pushed each other to the ground and lay there, breathing heavily.

    After some minutes, Ben hitched himself up with a smile.

    "So. How about that pussy?"

    Both girls were lying naked on the grass with their legs partially open.

    "Seems

    to me like the two of you got better punani in yo' palms than we got
    between our legs." observed Tilly dryly. Both girls broke up laughing.

    "Yeh!"

    Annie interrupted. "If you let us watch you jack it up right here,
    right now, you can get some pussy. But you gotta get it hard in 20
    seconds. Right, Tilly?"

    "Right," said Tilly.

    "You mean you'll give us some pussy right here, right now if we can get it up in 20 seconds?"

    "Seventeen seconds, now," laughed Tilly.

    Ben and Charlie began to stroke themselves furiously as the girls watched in fascination.

    All too soon, Tilly yelled, "Times up!"

    But before they could get up and run again the boys grabbed them. Another wrestling match ensued.

    This

    time, however, the girls took pity on the boys. As they rolled along
    the grassy bank, they pressed they furry mounds against the boys'
    semi-erect  cocks to help them become fully hard.

    Then,

    almost as if they'd planned it, both girls abandoned their wrestling
    postures. Both girls rolled to their backs and raised their knees so
    that their pussies were open.

    Tilly

    looked at Charlie, whom she'd wrestled into a position astride her. The
    base of his cock pressed against her twat. Its shrouded helmet sprang
    up above her navel.

    "That's not it," she teased.

    Charlie

    withdrew, fully expecting her to clamp her legs together and roll away.
    She did not. Charlie pointed his  cock into the pinkness between the
    black, springy hairs of her labia and lunged into her punani mound with
    one stroke. Tilly sighed.

    Ben and Annie watched the two blacks with interest. They looked at each other.

    "Well?" said Annie.

    Ben

    rose up off her body. Annie reached down and gave his  cock a couple of
    sensual masturbatory tugs. Then she arched her pussy up to receive him.
    As she felt him broach the entrance to her pussy, she sucked his cock
    expertly inside. She knew his cock well.

    The

    two girls opened their thighs widely. They were close enough so that
    their toes touched. Meanwhile, Ben and Charlie were working it out
    inside their pussies. The boys grinned at each other as they powered
    strokes inside feminine warmth. Unlike the slow, almost tender
    techniques they used when having sex alone, this public sex was quick,
    almost violent. The boys synched up, thrusting and withdrawing in
    rhythm. They accentuated each thrust with an emphatic "Ha!"

    They were showing off.

    The

    girls didn't complain. They arched up on their shoulder blades to
    receive the thrusts, hips clear of the ground. They grunted gutturally
    as the boys smashed into their cunts. Tilly closed her eyes, groaning in
    delight as Charlie pounded her. But Annie liked to watch a cock moving
    inside her. She watched Ben's urgent thrusting down the crest of her
    torso. Watching her labia ebb, widen and strain accentuated her arousal.

    After some minutes of this, Ben reached over and tapped Charlie on the shoulder.

    "Hey, buddy. You thinking what I'm thinking?"

    Ben

    had never fucked Tilly. She was one of the few black girls in the
    neighborhood that he hadn't fucked. He wanted to give her a try.

    Tilly was almost ready to come. She wasn't ready for Charlie to withdraw. In another twenty seconds or so she would be there.

    Charlie pulled out.

    "Oh Charlie! What are you doing!"

    Tilly's eyes had been closed. She didn't realize that the boys were going to swap.

    So

    when she looked up from her erotic haze and saw the white boy standing
    over her with an erect cock and a lustful glare, her first thought was
    "What is this?"

    Her second thought was "Dang! His cock is thick!"

    Ben

    wasted no time in slipping his purple cock tip into Tilly's open pink
    cooze. Ben scooped her head into the crook of his elbow and began to
    pummel her punani enthusiastically. He already knew Annie's pussy well,
    so he was nowhere near climax when he mounted Tilly.

    Tilly's

    punani was new punani. Her scent and the curvature of her vagina were
    new sensations for him. Ben quickly reached Tilly's level of arousal.

    Unlike

    Charlie, Ben could fit his entire cock into Tilly. When he finished
    each stroke he could grind his public mound against her engorged clit.
    Tilly's eyes widened as she felt Ben's kinky pubic hair stimulating her
    small, erect sex organ. With Charlie, she had to stretch to rub her clit
    against his shaft as he moved in and out. Charlie's cock was so long he
    could never put pubic pressure on her clit. But with Ben, she got to
    ride his shaft and got a good pubic grind in, too. The grind was good!
    Plus, Ben's cock was a "fattie". It was thick enough to make her feel
    "full".

    After

    a few minutes of standard in and out, missionary position sex, Tilly
    grabbed Ben's buns. She held him tightly inside her so that her clit
    pressed tightly against his pubic mound. She rotated her punani
    obscenely and rippled her twat muscles to suck at his cock. She arched
    her clit to receive stimulation from his pubic hair and pressure from
    his pubic mound.

    Ben

    erupted inside her. Tilly literally screamed in ecstasy as she felt him
    spurt and quake deep in her hole. She convulsed in orgasmic delight.
    She intertwined her ankles with his to stretch his body as if impaled on
    a torture rack. Ben pumped blob after blob of hot semen into her.

    As

    they skittered down from this shattering orgasm, Ben pulled his now
    semi-erect member from between her legs and moved it up to her mouth.
    Tilly obediently licked and sucked jizz from his shaft and testicles.
    Amazingly, Ben had enough strength to manage a final weak spurt of cum.
    It hit Tilly in the eyebrow.

    Slowly

    Ben and Tilly became more aware of their surroundings. They heard a
    rhythmic slapping and looked over to see Charlie mounted over Annie from
    the rear. The two teens were standing up. Annie bent forward a little
    to grasp a tree stump. Charlie held her by the waist and was driving
    long, deep strokes into her pink hole from behind. The rhythmic slapping
    was the sound of his balls smacking against Annie's sticky vulva. Her
    eyes were closed. Annie's whole body was tense. Clearly, she was on the
    verge of climax.

    Tilly

    was fascinated. She'd been fucked from behind, but she'd never seen it
    done. She'd also never seen a black man fuck a white woman before. She
    noticed that Ben seemed fascinated by this coupling, too.

    Tilly

    reached down and wiped a large blob of Ben's semen from her inner
    thigh. She drew it up to her nose and smelled it discreetly. She tasted
    it. It tasted like paste. Ben's smell was unique. He smelled like spring
    water, sweat, wet hair and white man. She was well familiar with the
    odor.

    Ben

    was still lying on his side in the grass with his cock before her. She
    took it into her mouth again to try to suck the last vestiges of cum
    from his member. She didn't realize how powerful the sound of mating
    couples could be. Ben's cock, limp just seconds before, began to fill
    and thicken at the sound of his sister's mating cries.

    Annie

    came. She crooned the arrival her climax with a series of screeching
    "Ohs!" as she arched her ass up and down on Charlie's thrusting cock.
    Tilly watched this with interest as Ben's member hardened again in her
    mouth. Charlie wasn't ready to come, she could tell. Charlie's nostrils
    always started flaring uncontrollably when he was ready to come. His
    muscles convulsed and quivered. It was clear that Charlie was in control
    of Annie's pussy. At least, he was in control right now.

    Annie

    continued to coo and shiver as she loudly announced her orgasm. Her
    body convulsed rhythmically and involuntarily. She drew breath in
    staggering gasps. Charlie continued to churn inside her. He tried to
    time his pelvic assault with her orgasmic convulsions.

    As

    the seconds dragged on, however, Annie's muscular spasms slackened
    some. The interval between her moans and her contractions eased. Charlie
    was still fully erect, though. He pulled his cock from between her
    thighs, noting the angry red coloration of her scorched labia. Charlie
    gently pushed Annie to her knees. Annie looked at her brother, but he
    wasn't paying attention. With some trepidation, she took Charlie's
    massive pole in her mouth and began to suck. Annie immediately noted his
    acrid sexual odor in her nostrils. Charlie's cock not only smelled like
    black cock, but it was coated in her own pussy juice and crested with
    the piquant smell of her ass. Charlie's cock was funky.

    Charlie

    held his cock by its base with one hand. He gripped the back of Annie's
    head with the other and encouraged her to swallow more and more of his
    cock. Annie seemed reticent. She still wondered how her brother would
    react to the sight of her kneeling before a black boy.

    "That ain't how you suck no cock! Let me show you how to suck a cock, Annie!" exclaimed Tilly.

    She

    released Ben's cock and hopped up happily. Annie was amazed and a
    little chagrined at her effrontery. She could suck a cock with the best
    of them! Still, Annie moved aside and allowed Tilly to take Charlie's
    cock in her mouth. Instead of dropping to her knees, Tilly bent at the
    waist to suck Charlie's cock. She gripped his hips to steady herself.

    "Hmm!" said Tilly. "This cock tastes like b'doosy!"

    "B'Doosy? What's that?" asked Annie.

    "It's tastes like it just came out of your ass and your punani. Did you let Charlie go up your poop chute?"

    "No!"

    "Well, it tastes like you did. That's b'doosy. Oops!'

    While

    commenting on the quality of Annie's hygiene, Tilly didn't notice Ben.
    His cock once again fully blooded, Ben slipped up behind her and jammed
    his cock back into Tilly's punani. She was still dripping with his
    earlier cum. He held her firmly by the waist and punched himself deep
    inside her with long, steady strokes.

    Tilly

    chuckled and continued to suck Charlie's cock. He was the only one of
    the four that had yet to drop his load. She wanted to be the recipient
    when he did.

    The

    three of them continued to fuck in this manner for some time. Charlie
    and Ben smiled at each other knowingly as they shared this young black
    girl between them. Her thick lips and warm tongue drew at Charlie's
    ample foreskin. She cupped his balls gently with her hands. She dragged
    her fingernails sensually across his balls to titillate and exacerbate
    his passion. Meanwhile, Ben stood and humped her from behind, watching
    the heft of his shaft create frothy bubbles in the semen he'd deposited
    earlier.

    "Switch!" yelled Ben.

    Charlie

    pulled his cock from Tilly's mouth. Simultaneously, Ben pulled out of
    her cunt. The boys switched positions and re-inserted. Tilly began to
    sense that long glide up to another shattering climax.

    "Hey! What about me?" exclaimed Annie. She was exasperated. "Don't leave me out!"

    She

    crowded in on Ben's cock as Tilly had done, bending at the waist. The
    girls shared his cock between them, alternately sucking and licking it.
    Charlie pulled out of Tilly's cooze and deposited his cock, once again,
    into Annie's protruding silky mound. He humped her for awhile, then
    moved back to Tilly. His cock was coated with Ben's slimy jizz, still
    oozing lazily from Tilly's swollen punani.

    "Switch!" yelled Ben.

    The boys switched positions again.

    This

    time Ben mounted his sister from the rear. He took her wide ass in his
    hands as he expertly guided his thick cock between the angry pink folds
    of her labia He knew this pussy well. He'd spent many a cool night
    mounted over this ass. He'd watched it blossom and expand into full
    womanhood. Over the years he'd left gallons of his seed percolating
    inside her.

    Now

    the heady scent of Annie's sex wafted up to his nose. He drove into her
    confidently, aching for release. He ogled at her silky blonde pubic
    hair as it drifted up her taint and ass crack, then wistfully
    disappeared into her skin. He felt her tight vaginal muscles clinging to
    his foreskin, massaging the bulbous, sensitive cock head expertly. Too,
    he felt aroused as he watched his sister suck Charlie's massive cock.
    He'd spent years teaching Annie how to suck a good cock. Today she had
    Charlie's eyes rolling back in his head. He was going to laugh at
    Charlie and mock his "I'm coming" face at the very first chance.

    As

    if on queue, he withdrew from Annie, stepped to the left to mount Tilly
    again. Her punani was sloppy and wet, but Ben loved the feel of her
    kinky black pubic hairs gliding up and down his shaft. Plus, her black
    girl scent was pungent and exotic. She reeked of sassy. Her back arched
    obscenely, on her toes, to receive his quick, powerful thrusts. Plus,
    she wasn't shy about delivering some powerful thrusts of her own. He
    felt his load rumbling up from its deep source. He wanted to blast
    inside her black punani again.

    Charlie turned to Annie and said, "C'mere. I want some mo' of dat pussy."

    He

    pulled his cock from Tilly's mouth. Annie turned to offer a rear mount
    position, but Charlie said no. He whirled her to face him, dipped a
    little and scooped up her right leg. Then he straightened up and guided
    his straining black member into her silky cleft. Her pussy lips parted
    to receive him fully. Her engorged clitoris happily slid the length of
    his thickly veined shaft. Annie draped her arms around his shoulders and
    neck. She lolled her head backwards as Charlie began to fire
    piston-like shots into her aching snatch.

    For

    some minutes the only sounds from the hidden glade were wet balls
    slapping against taint augmented by deep, feminine moans. Charlie arched
    and strove to push his entire twelve-inch rod up into Annie. Tilly
    managed Ben's ten-incher with a little less difficulty. She'd already
    had two shattering orgasms and was working on a third.

    The

    run up to paradise was managed relatively quickly. Charlie held his
    climax for as long as he might, but finally delivered a blistering load
    of hot cum into Annie's palpitating snatch. His seminal release
    triggered Annie's own climax. She shrieked like a wildcat, dropped her
    right leg to the ground, stood on her tiptoes and grinded her pelvis
    against him savagely in order to receive the full heft of his thrusts.
    Charlie pumped volumes of sticky, white cum into her. Apparently, she'd
    come to terms with her trepidations about receiving his seed.

    They held each other rigidly as his ejaculate congealed, crawled down their thighs and dripped to the ground.

    Watching Annie's passion triggered Tilly's third orgasm of the day. She slammed her punani down on Ben's cock.

    "Oh keep it there, Benny! Don't move! Oh! Ah! Give it to me! Oh! Oh-Oh! Fuck!"

    She

    clasped her labia like a vice around the base of his cock. Ben couldn't
    withdraw if he wanted to. He was very close to another orgasm, but he
    wanted to cum in Tilly's mouth. With a great effort, Ben held back his
    ejaculate while Tilly strained and moaned under the force of her orgasm.
    The moment he felt her punani ease it's clamp on his cock, Ben yanked
    it out roughly and stumbled around to Tilly's face. Tilly was breathing
    heavily, skittering downward from her orgasm. She took his cock in her
    mouth as offered. Ben immediately erupted, shooting wads of hot jism
    down her throat. Tilly swallowed his issue, but such was the volume of
    his cum that it dripped from the corners of her mouth to the ground on
    long, elastic sticky strings. Tilly could see Charlie's cum dripping
    from Annie's cunt in a similar manner.

    The

    four teenagers now stood together, sweating profusely, breathing
    heavily. Charlie and Annie were still connected at the crotch. Six
    inches of Charlie's cock dangled like a thick black snake from her
    vulva. The other six inches was still firmly clasped inside her. The
    force of his orgasm had sated his lust. His cock had lost most of its
    power. It was floppy. If his cock weren't so long it would have slipped
    entirely out under pressure from Annie's convulsing cunt.

    Ben

    was rubbing his cock against Tilly's cheeks and hair. Tilly licked cum
    from his balls. She masturbated her own clit lovingly.

    "Wow. That was fun." she said.

    Annie

    eased up off of Charlie's cock and let it flop free. Following Tilly's
    lead, she knelt and licked the excess cum from his cock and balls.

    The two boys grinned at each other.

    Charlie said to the girls, "Let that be a lesson to you!"

    Ben chimed in, "Yeh! This is what you get for spying on people!"

    Tilly replied, "Hmm. Gimme my shift. I don't know why you think this cock was all that. I've had better."

    But she continued to lave Ben's cock with her tongue.

    "She-it" said Ben. "Youse a lie. You keep talking and I'll tap dat ass again."

    "Ha! Look at you! You can't get it up again."

    "Don't bet on it," intoned Annie. "I don't think that thing ever, stays down for long."

    They all laughed at this inconvenient truism. Of all people, Annie would know.

    Annie

    and Tilly now waded into the pool. Tilly took a header and came up ten
    feet away. She rinsed Ben's cum from her face and hair. Annie wandered
    out until the water covered her tits, then she sucked the cold water
    into her cunt and expelled it forcefully. Charlie's semen clouded the
    water in thick, milky blobs. She repeated the move, as did Tilly. Annie
    didn't think the risk of pregnancy was great, but she always cleaned out
    her cooze after sex in this manner.

    Ben

    and Charlie swam back across the spring to attend to their fishing
    poles. Amazingly, all of them were still intact. They hadn't hooked a
    single fish.

    Ben called to the girls. "Hey, y'all need to spy on us more often!"

    Annie called back, "You should be so lucky!"

    Charlie ignored her. "And next time bring some of your friends!"

    "We might just do that," said Tilly. "You think you can handle it?"

    "We handled you, ain't we?" said both boys, simultaneously.

    "Shee-it. I'll fuck both of you under de' table. I'll fuck you right now if you can get it up."

    The

    boys laughed. But they had to back down from this threat. Both of their
    cocks were burnt raw from this morning's sexual escapades. It'd be an
    hour or more before either staff would be able to salute a hot pussy.

    "Yeh, that's what I thought. Come on, Annie." said Tilly.

    The girls donned their torn shifts and moved off towards the path thru the woods.

    Ben

    noted, "Well, we'd better be getting back, too. Let's let them go
    ahead, though. We don't want to be showing up alongside them. People
    will talk."

    To be continued.

    By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

    34 min
  • The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 1
    Southern Interracial Trysts on the plantation.

    By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Annie’s new swim mate

    Annette peered cautiously thru the bushes. The young blonde paused, carefully placing each step. She was barefoot and she didn't want to roust any critters. Though she knew this path well it always paid to be watchful.

    She heard a splash nearby and knew it for what it was. It was Charlie, her brother's black friend and fishing partner. He was swimming alone in the pool. She steeled her nerves to set herself. This is it. One last look up the trail,

    The black boy swam joyously in the spring. He was a slave. He'd sneaked away from the house, as was his custom, on the premise of going to chop some wood. Then he'd made a beeline for his favorite water hole and taken an hour for himself.

    He heard Annette's song before she came around the bend in the creek, just as she'd planned.

    Dressed only in a white shift that came down to her knees, Annette knew what she would find at the spring: ripples. Charlie was gone like a ghost. He couldn't afford to be caught swimming at midday on a workday.

    But Annette knew where he was. She'd spied on him for weeks. She'd watched his ablutions from a hidden vantage point, watched the clear water cascading over his muscular frame as he swam. She'd watched him step naked from the pool, marveling at the size and girth of his cock, even in cold water. She knew that towards the end of his hour he would step out of the pool, have a leisurely smoke and then slowly masturbate, pumping himself faster and faster by degrees until he reached climax. At the moment of release he would stand up and see how far his ejaculate would fly. On good days he could get a 5-foot pop.

    Occasionally her brother Ben would meet Charlie at the pool. The two boys were the same age and had grown up together. And while Charlie was technically Ben's slave, the boys were good friends. On several occasions Annette had spied them masturbating for distance and laughed about it afterwards. Charlie invariably won, but not by much. Ben had an admirable cock of his own.

    Now Annette feigned caution as she stepped gingerly up to the pool. She knew Charlie could see her. She wanted him to think she sought solitude. She looked back up the trail to see if anyone was coming (though she knew no one was). She craned her neck to peer into each crevice and cranny of the woods surrounding the pool.

    Satisfied that no one was around, Annette shed her shift and stood naked on the bank. She folded her shift smartly and laid it neatly under a tree. Then she stood up and stretched like a great jungle cat. She preened on her toes and bowed her legs like a ballerina. Her pendulous tits swayed with her movements, making her seem unsteady. But she knew what she was doing. She cupped both tits and turned them upwards toward her face. The pink nipples were perfectly shaped. She felt a tingle of delight and a deep warmth in her groin. Now she moved her right hand down to her mound of silky blonde pubic hair to caress her clitoris ever so gently. She slid the length of her middle finger over that sensitive member. She felt it spring to life under her touch. It protruded from her pubic mound like a small, budding cock.

    Partially aroused, Annette stepped into the spring. The cold-water shock cooled her ardor some. She waded out until the water reached her hips. Then she struck out gamely into a standard stroke. She swam completely across the clear pool, stood up and swam back.

    She knew that Charlie was underwater somewhere, sucking on a reed for oxygen. She knew the boys' tricks. Annette had always been Ben's annoying younger sister, prying into the their antics, tattle taling and trying to get their attention. Now she'd grown into a voluptuous young woman. She wanted a different type of attention.

    Annette knew this spring well. She'd grown up here. It wasn't hard for her to spot Charlie's air reed or the dark spot beneath the clear water where none ought be. She struck out across the pool again, this time moving in Charlie's direction. She crossed the deep channel and stood up about ten feet from Charlie's hiding spot. She stood up on the gravelly bottom of the pool so that her tits and part of her pubic mound were exposed. Then she threw her head back and wringed the water out of her hair like a mop.

    Charlie stood up.

    Instantly, Annette's hands flew up to cover her tits and her groin, after the Aphrodite fashion.

    "What are you doing here, Charlie!" she declared disingenuously.

    The boy laughed. "That ain't the question, Miss Annette. What are you doing here, runnin' 'round with your cooch are all out? I'm gon' tell Ben."

    "Oh you didn't see that! You're not supposed to see that!" And she splashed away back across the pool.

    Charlie took off after her. When they reached the shallows again both teenagers stood up and began splashing each other like children. Charlie used both hands, but Annette still feigned modesty. She splashed with one hand while covering her tits with the other.

    Finally, she shrieked, "You win! You win!" Then she hunkered down on her haunches so that the water reached her neck and covered the rest of her body in a thin veil of liquid crystal. Charlie stood over her smiling widely. At nineteen, he was only a year older than Annette. They'd grown up together, albeit on different sides of the nineteenth century social divide. This was not their first splash fight at this spring.

    "If you tell about seein' my cooch, I'll tell about you being here. You're supposed to be off chopping wood," Annie teased.

    "You won't tell," Charlie retorted confidently.

    "Yes, I will. I ain't a-skeered of you, Charlie."

    She turned from him and swam away leisurely. Charlie followed her, grabbed her by the foot, and threw her over so that she did a full somersault in the water.

    "Hey!" she said.

    This move resulted in another splash war, this one longer than the first.

    "Cut it out, Charlie. I ain't playin' wit' you! Cut it out!"

    She swam away again. This time she arched her ass out of the water so that Charlie could see the full cut of her vulva.

    When she surfaced a few feet away, Charlie said, "I seen your cooch again."

    Annette replied flippantly: "So? You wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it. I seen your peter rabbit a bunch of times. I seen you out here whackin' your pecker. You and Ben, both!"

    She laughed girlishly.

    Charlie charged after her. She shrieked and tried to swim away, but Charlie was faster. He grabbed her by the foot again, but this time he drew her to him. He grabbed her around the waist with his right arm and controlled her left wrist with his left hand.

    "What did you say? What did you say?"

    He wasn't hurting her. She laughed.

    "I said I see'd you whacking your pecker. This thing."

    Annie reached back and grabbed him by the base of his cock. She felt it flop against her forearm. She was again amazed at its heft and girth. At her touch it began to lengthen and harden up the line of her wrist.

    Charlie was shocked. This was little Annette, Ben's baby sister, a white girl no less, standing here holding his cock. Charlie released his grip on Annette's waist. Annie didn't release his cock in turn. She turned to look him in his eyes.

    "I seen you do it. Like this."

    She gripped his nuts with her other hand and stroked him fully erect in a matter of seconds. She pulled his bountiful foreskin back and forth across the rounded head of his cock as she had seen him do, using quick, back and forth jerks of her wrist.

    The effect was spectacular. Charlie's member sprang upward and outward, a full 12 inches from his kinky pubic mound. The angular ridges of Charlie's lithe, muscular abdomen tightened and flexed as blood rushed into his cock.

    When he was fully aroused, Annette said casually, "But, like I said, you wouldn't know what to do with it."

    She swam away from him again.

    Charlie sprang after her, this time with some difficulty. His erect cock swung back and forth comically, making his movements seem strained and awkward.

    Annette allowed herself to be caught just as she was entering the deep water. She arched her behind out of the water again so that Charlie could get a closer view of her hairy labia and the golden pink cleft in between. Charlie grabbed both her ankles and drew her back towards him in the shallow water, parting her legs as she came. Annette looked over her shoulder at him with feigned surprise. She fanned her arms like paddles in order to stay afloat.

    When she didn't fight, Charlie drew her back closer and closer until his erect cock was touching her cunny. He pulled her gently closer, attempting to gauge her interest in penetration. His cock slid up between her cheeks and bounced off her apple-shaped buttocks.

    Annette looked over her shoulder and giggled.

    "I told you that you wouldn't know what to do with it," she mocked. She wiggled away.

    Charlie waded after her, caught her and tried the same maneuver. Same result. Annette taunted him giddily. Again, she arched her ass out of the water to show him the cut of her cunny, but this time she rotated her behind sensuously like a bee, to tease him.

    Charlie wasn't any stranger to women. Still in his teens, Charlie hadn't been a virgin since the age of 11. A number of grown women had noted his fine features, rangy musculature, clear skin and the bulge in his trousers. This young white girl was taunting him. It was maddening.

    Charlie waded after Annette again. This time he grabbed her by the hips and arched her ass out of the water so that her vagina was again exposed. She didn't fight him. With her ass already up in the air, Annette leaned forward and parted her legs a bit to give him a better view.

    This time Charlie slid his cock downward between her ass cheeks until his straining member was positioned at the opening to Annette's twat. Using his thumb as a guide, Charlie pressed her labia apart. His cock slid easily up into her warm cunny. The silky blonde pubic hairs tickled him deliciously as they followed his shaft into her golden-pink slit.

    Annette's eyes widened in shock as she felt Charlie's heavy cock moving deeper into her cooze. She stood on her tiptoes to further accommodate him. Four inches deep. Six inches. Nine.

    At ten inches Annette felt full. She felt his thick helmet pressing firmly against her cervix, felt her labia straining wide to engulf more of his massive cock.

    Standing behind her, Charlie watched Annette's cunny tremble under the heft of his tremendous cock. Her cunny lips jerked and clenched involuntarily. She drew breath in gasps, as if being choked.

    Charlie held her in place with his cock as deep as it would go. When Annette tried to initiate a natural humping action Charlie held her tighter. He refused to start thrusting into her Instead, he contracted his pelvic muscles to pulse his cock rhythmically, all the while holding it tightly jammed against the back of her cunny.

    After a few moments of this sort of teasing, Charlie reached his hand around from behind to caress her vulva. He stroked her clitoris roughly with his middle finger. Annette slapped his hand away. She knew how to masturbate a good clit better than he. She began to stroke her own clitoris, seeking to elicit friction by pressing it against Charlie's shaft.

    They stood there connected at the genitals for several moments without moving. Both teens were shocked that they were actually 'doing it'.

    Finally, Charlie reached up to cup both her tits with his hands. He withdrew slowly until he was halfway out of her cunny, then powered his cock back into her hole with a jackhammer thrust. Annette gasped. Charlie repeated the move. Each time he withdrew a little further. Each time his return thrust was a little harder and a little faster. Slow out. Fast in. Annette picked up the rhythm. Charlie watched from the rear mount position as his powerful cock cruised in and out of Annette's cunny. He could see her labia expand and contract with each thrust. He saw his withdrawals pull her hairy mound further and further from its position of safety between her legs, saw it quiver in anticipation of his next thrust, heard the spring water splashing rhythmically in concert with his insistent insertions.

    Charlie arched his back for maximum effect. He pulled his cock almost completely out of her cunny and fired back in wantonly with the return stroke.

    Annette loved it.

    The two teens strained against each other like this for five long, agonizing minutes. Charlie massaged her tits furiously while driving into her. The cold water splashed upward to provide a sparkling dichotomy to their heated lust.

    After a time Annette could feel Charlie's breathing become more strained, fervent. His moans became prolonged, with a deeper timbre. She knew what that meant. Annette pushed him delicately in the chest. It was a declination. She tried to arch her cunny off his straining cock. Charlie didn't take the hint. He was insistent.

    "Charlie, stop it! You can't come inside me!"

    She gave a little hop, releasing his lever from her cunny. Charlie still gripped her by the tits. Though she hadn't climaxed, she pushed away from his embrace.

    "What's the matter?" he asked breathlessly.

    "You know what's the matter. You can't come inside me. I'll get in trouble. You’ll get in trouble. How would I look with a mix-race pickanninny?"

    "You might not get big. Come on, Annie, lets finish," Charlie whimpered breathlessly.

    "How do you know?" she asked.

    His cock was still massively erect. It stood between them like a wild thing, seeking the warmth between her legs. There was no doubt that Annette wanted to finish, too. She was almost there. She knew that her words made sense. A white girl pregnant with a black child in Louisiana didn't have any future. But at least she'd be alive. Charlie would be killed. She didn't want that.

    Annette waded out of the water. She turned to face Charlie from the grassy bank.

    "You know you're not supposed to be touching a white girl anyway" she chided him.

    But there wasn't any conviction in her words. His hugely engorged organ was still straining between them. Too, their sex had been better than she'd expected. She really wanted to climax with his cock inside her. Annie's own extraordinarily sized clitoris poked visibly from beneath its sheath, indicating the depth of her arousal.

    Annette sat down next to her shift as Charlie stepped from the spring. She regarded him with a twinge of regret.

    "Look Charlie, if I show you something you can't tell anybody, okay?"

    Charlie was willing to try anything. She called him over. When he was standing over her, she gently cupped his balls with her fingertips. Then she guided his cock into her mouth. She circumlocuted his cock with her tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive nerves on the underside of his pudenda. Then she began to gently suck him, bobbing her head up and down. She pulled her blonde tresses back so that Charlie might watch her efforts more clearly. She gazed up into his eyes confidently.

    In less than a minute, Charlie erupted in her mouth.

    Annette sucked down as much cum as she could as quickly as she could. She didn't want Charlie to lose his tumescence.

    When she felt she'd drawn most of his load, Annette reached over and spread her shift across the grass. She lay back on it, then raised and opened her legs.

    "Put it in, Charlie. Put it in before it gets soft."

    Charlie willingly obliged. Her cunny was still wet. He knelt between her legs and placed the purpled head of his partially engorged cock against her clit. He rubbed the sensitive underside over and around her smaller sex organ. Annette moaned in anticipation. She endured as much of this teasing as she could. Finally she reached down to pry his hand from his cock. She gripped his cock resolutely and pointed it into her own wet, turgid flesh. She watched as his black cock disappeared into her pink cunny.

    Charlie mounted her in the dominant missionary position with his arms supporting his upper body from the grass. He began to pound her with quick strokes, trying to regain his full erection. It didn't take long. Annette was able to engulf his recently milked cock, but as he regained his power she was able to take less and less of him. Having climaxed a short time before, Charlie's cock was less sensitive, too. He began to punish her cunny with long, scimitar strokes.

    This is what Annette wanted all along. Doggie style, Annette's clit didn't get the attention it needed. But with Charlie arching into her from above she was able to ride the crest of his shaft as it slammed in and out of her sticky cunny.

    This was heaven. Oh, it was absolute heaven.

    Annie arched up on her shoulder blades to receive his strokes. She clinched her cunny lips together to provide him with maximum friction each time he withdrew. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and upper lip as she fought to temper her own orgasm.

    They assaulted each other in this manner for several minutes. Charlie caught Annette's lambent gaze and locked her eyes with his as he probed every inch of her slippery, pink cunny. He felt the firm but smooth, bumpy ridges in her deep vagina as he slid back and forth, felt her warm cunny walls caressing and tugging at his thick foreskin, laving him with her naturally aromatic lubricants.

    Annette was amazed at the wealth of sensations she elicited from the feel of Charlie's shaggy foreskin moving inside her. His cock was thick enough, but his rugged foreskin provided her with enormous pleasure. It was pliable and rangy and it added indescribably rich friction to her inner cunny walls. She concentrated on sucking at it with her powerful vaginal muscles. Each time she contracted her cunny, both of them moaned in delight.

    Now fully erect, two inches of Charlie's massive member still stood out from Annette's cunny. Try as she might, she couldn't get his whole cock inside her.

    "She took the ten but left the two."

    From her supine position beneath, she looked down between her tits to watch as Charlie arched and preened inside her. His cock looked like a black lever with thick veins encircling his shaft in bold relief. She watched her golden mound expand and rotate to accommodate his surging thrusts.

    "God, it's so big!" she thought. "If he stands up, I think he can support my whole body!"

    But Charlie wasn't thinking about standing up. He manipulated Annette's knees up until they brushed against her tits. Then he cupped Annette's head in the crook of his elbow and jammed his tongue in her ear. His tongue was hot and rough. Charlie tugged at Annette's earlobes with his teeth while he slowly ground his cock in and out of her cunny. The sensation was ethereal.

    Annette whispered harshly, "Fuck me! Oh fuck me its so good! Go deep deep deep deeper! Oh that’s it! Fuck Me!"

    Her visceral sexual comments transmuted, by degrees, into a long, guttural groan.

    She rotated her hips obscenely, ever faster, causing his massive organ to plumb every crevice of her moistened slit. She would do a triple rotation, a tight muscular contraction and then four or five arching hits so that Charlie punished her cervix with his long, deep thrusts.

    The two teens began to sweat salty rivulets.

    Finally Annette could take it no longer. She signaled the onset of her climax with a series of high-pitched "Ohs!"

    Then she rolled over into a position astride Charlie. His cock popped out because of her haste, but only for a second. Annette grabbed his cock roughly, positioned it again at her opening, and slammed down on it as far as it would go. She grinded her clitoris as best she could against his kinky pubic mound. The sensation drove her into paroxysms of pleasure. Her whole body tightened up like a rubber band, then exploded in a series of involuntary jerks, accompanied by her deeply sexual moans. It was hot outside. As her orgasm overcame her, the two were suddenly engulfed in the pungent odor of their coupling.

    Annette skittered down from her crashing climax, only to realize that Charlie was still fully erect inside her. He smiled up at her bemusedly. Her animated orgasm had pricked his own sensitivity. He was ready to come again. Annette could sense it.

    "Oh no you don't!" she said as she leapt off his cock. "You crazy, you know that?"

    Without hesitation she took his member back into her mouth. In no time she'd sucked another load of semen from the boy. Charlie was active in the process. He moved between her mouth and her cunny several times during the coupling. When he finally erupted he was so far down her throat that she almost gagged from the volume of his ejaculate.

    She held him there in her mouth as his member softened, alternately sucking and licking his cock tenderly. She could smell the aroma of her own cunny on his cock and in his springy public hairs. Charlie held her head with both hands as she slowly bobbed and licked away his remaining cum.

    Now sated, the two teenagers lay astride the sward on their backs, breathing deeply.

    "How long you been wantin' to do dat, Miss Annie?"

    "Me? You're the one that's been out here tossing off into the pool. I seen you. Me and Tilly, too." (Tilly was Charlie's cousin).

    "Tilly! She been out here, too?"

    "And Mary Lynn. And Suzy, too"

    "Suzy! So dat's why she been looking at me funny! I thought I had a booger in my nose or sump'n. You had all dem out here? Together? Do Ben know? He like Mary Lynn. He wanna do it to her!"

    "Mary Lynn is our cousin!"

    "Dat ain't what Ben say. He say dey just say she's cousins 'cause her dad and yo' dad is good frien's. He say she ain't no blood kin of your'n"

    "I'm going to tell her!"

    "You do and Ben'll give you a whuppin'"

    "Well, Mary Lynn thinks we're cousins. She seen Ben's peter and she said it was nice but she said she couldn't have it. She said she wanted Your peter rabbit cause it's big!"

    She reached down to grab his cock, flopping it around like a big, loosely jointed cudgel.

    "But I got it first!" she giggled.

    "No you didn't."

    "What do you mean, I didn't?"

    "I did it to Tilly two years ago. Up in de barn."

    "Oh! She didn't tell me that! She lied to me!"

    "I did it to her twice. And I did it to her again last Christmas when ever'body went to church 'n left me here to watch out. She tole old massuh that she was sick. But she wasn't. She just wanted to do it."

    "Where'd y'all do it at?"

    "Right in the cunny!"

    "No, silly. Where at? In the barn? In the shed?"

    "You won't tell nobody?"

    "Nope."

    "In de front room."

    "In our house? In the front room in our house?"

    "Yep."

    "If daddy finds out he'll skin ye."

    "If you ain't tell him, he won't find out."

    "I ain't gonna tell him. But you know Tilly. She gots a big mouth."

    "She ain't tell you about it, I did."

    "That's the only thing she didn't tell me about. She tells me everything else. Did you like doin' it to her? Is her cunny better'n mine?"

    Charlie laughed.

    "Her cunny ain't as deep as your'n. You got a big un. 'An you gots more hair on your'n. I like that."

    She reached over and half-heartedly punched him in the shoulder.

    "My cunny's the best! And don't you forget it!"

    Charlie reached over and grabbed her with two hands. They began to tussle in the grass, rolling over and over, backwards and forth, but with no real animus. Predictably, the feel of Annette's heavy tits and her furry mound pressing against his naked body caused Charlie's nature to rise. He was young. And this was fresh, new cunny.

    Annette felt the distinct poke of his hardening cock and began to wrestle him in earnest. She was a big farm girl, almost six feet tall, and very strong. As Charlie sought the downy warmth between her legs, she clenched her thighs together tightly, acting as if she just wanted to wrestle. Charlie couldn't seem to pry her legs apart. Annette would wrap her legs around his torso or stomach or lower legs, depending on the wrestling hold she was using. They rolled over and over in the grass, with neither able to gain a superior position.

    Finally, Annette gripped Charlie around the hips from the rear mount position and pressed her pubic mound against Charlie's bare behind. She intertwined her ankles around the back of his knees. From this doggie position, Annie reached around and grabbed his erect member to hold him in place. Then she cupped his balls and tried to stuff them into her slick, wet cunny as she straddled him from behind. It was awkward, but she succeeded in coating his balls with her cunny juices. She gingerly grinded her clit against his taint and nut sac.

    This only succeeded in getting Charlie frustrated. Each time she pressed the wrong spot, Charlie howled in anguish. His nuts were sensitive! Still, after some minutes of this play, his steaming cock was again fully erect.

    Charlie wrestled Annette into a position where he was sitting astride her stomach. His knees were on the ground on either side of her. His aching member protruded between her pendulous tits. Charlie held her arms by the wrists, pinning them to the ground. She struggled, but she couldn't topple him from this position. She kept trying to swing her legs up around his neck to yank Charlie backwards, but the maneuver failed time and again. Charlie simply leaned forward each time to elude her attempts at toppling him.

    The two of them quieted a bit. They regarded each other. They'd known each other all their lives. They'd played together, prayed together, worked together, laughed together, teased and taunted.

    But never this.

    Holding her gaze, Charlie leaned forward slowly. Annette seemed to know what was coming. Charlie released one of Annette's wrists to brush hair from her face. She reached up to tenderly stroke his cheeks.

    Charlie leaned forward until their noses were almost touching. Annette met his gaze unflinchingly. Then slowly, ever so slowly, their mouths met in yet the briefest of kisses. When Annette didn't resist Charlie slipped his tongue out and danced it across her pink lips. She flicked out her tongue to encourage him. Their tongues intertwined.

    They kissed, lightly at first, but deeper and ever deeper. Sitting astride her, laying actually, Charlie's body crushed his stiffened cock against her abdomen. As they kissed she made undulating movements with her belly to simulate the muscular contractions of her vagina.

    She was ready.

    Charlie reached back again and gave her thighs a little push. Dutifully, Annette opened her legs into the characteristic sexual Y. Charlie arched up off of her stomach. He scooched back to crouch between her legs. Annie reached down, gripped him gently and pushed his pulsing member down towards her sweaty cunny. She twirled his pud at the sticky entrance to paradise, pushing her pink labia from side to side. She slid her engorged clit between the opening to his urethra and across the sensitive underside of his cock. It seemed she was almost trying to slide her clit into his urethra. The sensation of this female attempted insertion was frustrating to Charlie.

    Finally she positioned Charlie's rounded pudenda at the exact center of her mound. She released her grasp. Charlie pushed forward slowly, enjoying the delicious feel of again riding up into Annette's juicy cunny. He cruised inside her, enjoying the warmth of her cleft and the tickle of her silky hairs. Once hilted, he withdrew just as slowly, creating a vacuum that pulled her inner cunny lips unnaturally outwards. Her cunny lips expanded obscenely to accommodate his massive girth.

    This time there was no urgency in their coupling. Just slow, melodious strokes. They concentrated on kissing, probing each other's mouths while they fucked with an almost agonizing deliberateness. The sensations in their genitalia were secondary to the joy of kissing, suckling each other's tongues by turn.

    Charlie settled into a comfortable rhythm. Annie's probing tongue and her heaving cunny pushed him to sexual plateau. It was so good he didn't want to bust his nut. He just wanted to stay warmly ensconced inside her.

    It was clear that Annette knew exactly how to suck a cock with her cunny. She employed that art now. She kissed the black boy gently while savagely tightening her cunny walls around his probing missile. When he withdrew fully and sought again to penetrate, her labia closed around his shaft with an almost audible pop. She accentuated the move with a groan that emanated deep from within her soul.

    For Annette's part, she was all askew. She hadn't planned on kissing this black boy. She just wanted to fuck him. She wanted to feel his cock penetrate her torso. His kisses weren't unpleasant, but they seemed more of a social faux pas than the fucking. It was more, familiar.

    And yet, here she was with her tongue thrust boldly down his throat, firm as any cock, while his cock rode in and out of her love canal. His balls slapped insistently against her firmly rounded ass. It was all too much.

    In the heady liquid joy of their passion, Annette forgot where she was and whom she was with. All too soon she felt her passion bubble up to consume her. She felt the tightening rubber band again, the march up to ecstasy, the sudden release, the full-body spasms and jerks that signified her orgasm. She tasted his sweat, heard his drawn and muted breaths, felt the involuntary convulsions rippling up and down her cunny walls like an electric current, smelled the deep natural odors of human coupling.

    But, too, she felt Charlie tremble, quake and jerk.

    He'd come inside her.

    She felt the sticky eruption, felt the hot blobs of semen crashing against her cervix, felt the creepy flood of sticky cum oozing from her hole, dripping across her ass cheeks to linger ever so briefly before dropping to the ground beneath like honey dripping from a comb.

    "Charlie!"

    Charlie was still straining to pump the last vestiges of cum into her trembling twat.

    "Charlie, stop!"

    But he held her in place and finished delivering his load.

    Annette was about to panic. This was more than she'd bargained for. She'd believed she could control all of the orgasms today.

    Apparently not.

    Charlie arched into her, heedless of her struggles.

    "Charlie, let me up!"

    Her panic brought Charlie back to reality. She pushed his chest forcefully. He rolled off of her.

    Annette bounced up and ran over to the pool. She waded in up to her hips, contracted her cunny muscles and sucked water inside. Then she reversed the process and expelled the water forcefully. Charlie's milky semen clouded the water. Annette waded away from the cloudy water. She repeated the maneuver over and over until the cloudy mixture spewing from her vagina cleared.

    Charlie watched her bemusedly from the bank.

    "You weren't supposed to do that, Charlie!"

    "I couldn't help it. You said your cunny wuz good. You wuz right, Miss Annie."

    "Charlie, that's not funny! Supposed I get big? You're supposed to wait and do that in my mouth, Charlie! I showed you how, remember?"

    "Don't worry. I don't think you'll get big. Wasn't you wearing a rag just de other day?"

    "That's not the point, Charlie!

    "It is de point. You cain't gets big when you wears de rag."

    "Oh! You don't know nothin'! You're just a field slave!"

    She threw her fists up and down like a child in a fit of rage.

    Charlie lay back on the sward, propping himself up with his elbows. His cock was still partially erect, standing up a little off from his stomach. He'd had a powerful orgasm, though.

    "Come here," he ordered.

    Annette was still standing in the water, trying to figure out what else she could do.

    "Annette. Come here. I want you to finish."

    "What?"

    "Come here." His cum-slickened cock bounced weakly off his stomach.

    Picking up on his intentions, Annette shook her head. This young blacky didn't know what time it was.

    Still, she stomped over to him obediently, sat down and took his softening cock into her mouth. She tugged at it angrily and with none of the care she'd taken previously. She sucked at him mechanically. Yet her ministrations were half-hearted. She couldn't shake the idea of becoming impregnated by this, this, slave.

    Charlie was unable to maintain his erection under her assault. He could tell she was upset.

    Charlie pulled his cock from her mouth, pushed her back on the grass and pushed her legs open again. Annette thought he was going to try and push his semi-flaccid member back into her cunny. But Charlie knelt between her legs, bent his head and gave her pussy a long, leisurely lick that ended with the tip of his tongue tickling her clit gratuitously.

    From his position between her legs he looked up to see a look of shock and wonder on Annette's face. She hadn't expected this. All the boys she'd been with expected to be sucked, but they didn't want to lick.

    Charlie found the hooded piece of flesh that covered Annette's clit and pushed it aside with his tongue. Then slowly he ran concentric circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, keeping his touch as light as possible. He knew Annette had come hard just five minutes prior.

    For her part, Annette was shocked to have Charlie's head between her thighs. No male, black or white, had performed this service for her though she'd long fantasized about it. Now, just as she was recovering from her earlier massive orgasm, this black boy with his thick lips and his hot tongue had her legs up in the air again.

    Charlie licked her pussy and kissed her clit with increasing passion. In response, Annette's clit began to stiffen. It rose from beneath its protective hood like a phallic incubus. It protruded from the top of her moistened cleft.

    Charlie closed his lips around it. He began to suck. Even though her little penis wasn't big enough to breach his full lips, the effect on Annette was astonishing. Within seconds Annette was crooning and trying to suppress shrieks of passion. She grabbed Charlie's head and humped his mouth with reckless abandon.

    "Oh, suck it, Charlie! Don't stop! Please! Suck it, Charlie! Please!"

    Charlie sucked as hard as he might. He flicked his tongue out to tickle her pussy lips. He jammed his tongue up her cooze. He sucked her clit ever harder.

    "Oh! Give me your tongue! Push it up in there! Suck it, Charlie! Oh, push it up! Suck it up. Argh!"

    Annette arched her hips. She held his head in place as she raked her clit back and forth across his lips, nostrils and tongue. She felt the hot, rough surface of his tongue expertly licking and laving her labia.

    All too soon Annette exploded in her strongest orgasm of the day. She shrieked so loudly that Charlie was afraid she'd be heard over at the farm. Charlie tried to cover her mouth with his hands but Annette slapped his hands away. She meant to express herself and she did. She locked her legs around Charlie's head for what seemed an eternity. She gripped him so tightly that he had trouble breathing.

    When finally she released him she knew she'd stumbled upon a gold mine. Cum inside or no, this boy was a gold mine. She knew she had to have this feeling between her legs again.

    She looked down and saw that her theatrical sexual orgasm had firmed his organ yet again. It swung heavily between his legs, slapping at his thighs.

    "Oh my god," she thought. "Not again!"

    To be continued.

    By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

     

    41 min
  • Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2

     

    Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2An adopted black daughter seduces her white brother.

    Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.



    Tammy

    was a college senior, and captain of the women’s volleyball team. They
    were both at home at their parents for a long holiday break, the parents
    were now gone for a few days visiting, helping grandma move into an
    assisted living home. Those few nights were long for Tammy. She tossed
    and turned. The thought of him in his old room, just down the hall, she
    in hers, alone.

    They

    had taken this time to hang out a lot, staying up late, sitting on the
    couch watching movies, playing video games, the proximity was killing
    her and driving her crazy, and every night ended the same; hanging out
    as long as possible, going to bed alone, fingering herself in the
    shower, to a Cardi B playlist, cumming (while trying to keep from
    screaming), and falling asleep unsatisfied.

    She

    flirted as much as possible without actually throwing herself at him,
    trying to get his attention. She would wear short shorts showing her
    legs off, tanks or tube tops, anything to get a look from him, including
    needlessly creating situations to touch him. But nothing seemed to work
    and it was taking its toll on her.

    An Open Door.

    Three

    or four days in, after staying up late day after day, he had gone to
    bed before her, doing the usual and leaving his door open just a crack.
    Tammy had decided to take another late shower, trying to calm down and
    get herself to think about something, anything else, anything but him.

    After

    toweling dry, She pulled on her pink satin chemise over her head, the
    one she always slept in, it was short, just to her hips, while still in
    the bathroom. She had lingered in there, taking her time and slipping
    out quietly. She looked at his just barely open door and hesitated.

    That

    night two years ago slammed into her mind hard, flooding her with the
    memory of it. Before she knew what she was doing, she approached his
    bedroom door, quietly, and slowly pushed it open, and stood there,
    peering in.

    Her

    breathing stopped, she could see him lying on his bed, some faint light
    from the street coming in thru his windows. Two more steps in, still by
    the door she stopped again. Her breath catching, her chest heaving.
    Josh lay there on his bed and it was hard to see at first but he was
    wearing his boxers, and that's when she noticed something odd about his
    position.

    Even

    though he was wearing boxers, his hand was resting there, and under it,
    his half hard cock was out, slipped thru that front slit. She looked at
    his face, but his eyes were closed, his breathing seemed normal. Slow
    and deep his body inhaled, then slowly exhaled. He was sleeping deeply.

    But what was that?

    Now

    it was too much and she wanted to know. Tammy crept up slowly to his
    bedside and since it was hard to see in the dark, she picked something
    up next to his pillow; a little towel.

    Her

    fingers touched the soaked thru wet stickiness on it. She was shocked,
    and realized Josh had jerked off after going to bed, and from the feel
    of this towel, he came a ton, it was soaked; was it for her? Did he cum
    thinking of her? He hadn't said anything lately about having a
    girlfriend or even that he liked anyone.

    Her

    mind went immediately to the hope that it was for her, and felt herself
    get wet, her knees even a little weak, now. It was overwhelming, that
    thought, that he came thinking of her, and unconsciously she held the
    towel up, smelling it, her fingers pressing into the wet cum, feeling it
    on her fingers.

    She

    shook her head, snapping out of it, looking at him sleeping. And just
    like two years ago, she knew she should just leave, but even though she
    kept telling herself to go. She remained rooted to the spot, looking at
    his face, then at his hand, which was covering most, but not all of, his
    lovely flaccid cock.

    He shifted, rolling on his side, His cock facing her, his hand slipping off and his eyes remaining shut.

    Tammy

    stood there still knowing she should leave, and trying to make herself,
    but she just couldn't. That memorable night replaying in her mind more
    vivid than ever before, urging her to do it again. Her desire consuming
    her. She knew without a doubt that if she did anything, he'd wake up for
    sure. There was no alcohol in him tonight; if she touched him, let
    alone stroked or sucked him, or better yet, rode him, he'd wake up for
    sure.

    Her

    mind raced; does she trust it’s impulses? Should she do it? The
    consequences would be brutal; unless, unless she was right, if he had
    jerked off thinking of her? Then, maybe if he woke up to her blowing
    him, he'd let her, even take her, maybe?

    By

    the time all these thoughts raced thru her mind she was at his bedside
    on her knees, leaning over, reaching for him, staring at it, just like
    two years ago, only this time there was a little more moonlight,
    bouncing off the snow; and she could see where it was still shiny, wet
    with cum. She pursed her lips, her resistance breaking down again, like
    before.

    Josh

    let out something between a sigh and a moan, breaking her out of her
    reverie; she thought she saw his eyes flutter open, but it was so fast
    she couldn't tell, then they were motionless again, closed lids, and
    still breathing like he was asleep.

    When

    her eyes went back to what really had her attention, she could tell it
    was bigger, like it was getting hard in his sleep, she saw it twitch
    even, right there in front of her face. Tammy likened it to his cock
    calling to her, telling her to take it, taste it again. Like, like it
    knew she wanted to.

    She

    pulled her hands back, desperately afraid that by touching him with her
    fingers, he'd wake up. Now resting them on the edge of the bed, but
    that didn't keep her from leaning her body further, closer to that
    whitish pink bulbous head, still shiny with left over cum.

    Tammy

    already knew, just like we do, what she was going to do next; she
    couldn't resist and didn't want to, damn the consequences.

    Shifting

    to a crouch on her feet she inched her face closer, stuck her tongue
    out, just like last time. Tammy liked teasing a cock with her tongue,
    first. As lightly as possible, she licked his soft spongy head, just one
    light flick, but it was all she needed. She could taste his salt, and
    because it was semi dry cum, the stickiness of it, and it pushed her
    over the edge. Yeah she knew before she did it this time, that there
    would be no turning back, but she needed these little steps of
    progression, to get herself there.

    Tammy's

    tongue flicked out again, her body leaning against the bed, straining,
    her thighs and calves burning as she kept flicking her tongue out,
    touching and tasting Josh's thick head. She could tell his body was
    reacting; his flaccid shaft started growing and twitching, straightening
    out; it happened quickly too, after pulling back her tongue, then
    shifting forward for another taste, his cock sprung to life and as she
    was sticking her tongue out thru her lips his swelling head hit her soft
    lips, pushing, then resting against them.

    Tammy

    parted her lips; even if Josh didn't want her, his cock definitely
    wanted in her mouth, and she gently took his head between her lips and
    sucked it, licking his head softly getting the full flavor of the dried
    cum on his tip.

    Just

    as she was about to release him, as her head slowly retracted to pull
    off; his hips slightly pressed forward, his hand went to his cock near
    the base and grabbed himself. Tammy felt panic, looked up, but his eyes
    were still closed, his face showed strain, and she wondered if he was
    dreaming, wondering if, in his mind, was he having a wet dream?

    With

    the forward push of his hips she took him again, just his head,
    relishing his taste and growing hardness. Tammy’s' growing excitement
    got the better of her and she grew more aggressive although she did her
    best to contain it but her tongue moved faster around his head and she
    struggled not to grab his shaft, but she wouldn't have to worry very
    long.

    With

    her growing excitement she closed her eyes, and reveled in having him
    in her mouth again. With each passing second she behaved more and more
    aggressive, and it wasn't long before Josh's hips moved into her,
    pushing himself further into her eager mouth.

    Now

    she lost all focus on the situation, and was just lost in the fact she
    had Josh's cock in her mouth. She was forgetting he had been sleeping,
    and that he had no clue that Tammy was blowing him, like before.

    He

    had given no obvious sign that he wanted this from her, or even wanted
    her. No, she just took his cock in her mouth thinking he didn't even
    know.

    The ramifications of this was no longer being considered by her.

    Coherent and consenting.

    Lost

    in the moment with his cock in her mouth, she didn't even notice his
    hand that had taken his cock around the base was moving, sliding his
    loose skin over his rigid shaft until he hit her chin with it. This
    brought on another wave of panic and hesitation. Shock, fear, and
    surprise was overtaking her, and leaving her slack jawed, spit on her
    lips and chin as she slipped off his cock. Before she could even look up
    at his face, he grabbed her head and pulled her back to his waiting
    shaft, glistening with her spit. He was pressing this glorious phallus
    against her lips and pushing it back into her mouth.

    Tammy

    took it, inhaling his hard cock with hunger and lust. She pulled his
    hand off and swallowed him to his base, his hand tightened on her head
    holding her still and from his side position, he began to piston into
    her mouth.

    Tammy

    moaned and Josh groaned as he fucked her mouth, shoving over and over
    again, his 8 inches into her mouth. She worked her throat, swallowing
    every time his head hit. This time her throat strained more-so because
    his cock was less flexible to the slight bend of her esophagus when it
    required a sideways flex. A less aroused state would be easy for the
    experienced woman. This was a higher degree of difficulty.

    But,

    because she wanted him to cum for her; knowing he was awake, knowing he
    knew it was her, knowing he wanted her; all these realities brought
    Tammy to an absolute frenzy. But this position wasn't easy and her
    thighs were burning and her neck was hurting, the strain of leaning over
    the bed into him was too much and she pulled off.

    There

    was a brief moment when they looked each other in the eyes. Josh rolled
    on his back.  Her barely covered tits heaving, his glistening cock
    quivering. Silently she climbed on the bed, kneeling between his spread
    legs. Tammy took his wet cock in her hand and stroked him before looking
    at him again. She was ready to slide back down and continue sucking him
    with higher skill, comfort, and arousal; but he stopped her; to her
    surprise. A little fear took hold. She was still afraid he would stop
    this from happening.

    But

    he didn't. His hands grabbed her tits over her thin pink nightie and
    squeezed, rubbed, and pushed them together, pinching her nipples. She
    steadied one hand on the bedding, next to his chest, where she knelt
    over him on her knees still stroking him with her other hand.

    Josh took her arms and pulled her up towards him. She released his cock and used both arms to center herself above him.

    He

     took her face in his hands and kissed her. His hands slid down her
    sides while she continued to let her tongue probe his open mouth. In one
    smooth motion his arms came up bringing her chemise with it. The silky
    fabric covered his eyes as it cleared her head. He left it swaddled
    there while his hands returned to playing with her tits.

     Breaking

    the kiss she sat up straight and set one knee down on each side of his
    slender torso. He then brought her face back to his and kissed her
    again, only this time he slipped a hand between their narrowly separated
    pelvises, taking his cock in hand and rubbed it against her slit.

    Moans

    and groans mingled and mixed, like sweat and breaths. Tammy was over
    him, one hand on his sculpted chest, holding herself up, she looked him
    in his eyes. His dark eyes were passionately looking into hers, as he
    gently rubbed his tip against her wetness. Lust was in both their eyes
    before she couldn't take anymore and lowered herself on him, encasing
    him inside her.

    Overcome

    with her desire, a lust that has burned for so long; a high pitched
    whine and squeal escaped her lips. Josh gasped, long and low, as Tammy
    took him inside her. She lowered herself more, taking more and more,
    wanting all of it, wanting him to fill and stuff her completely.
    Finally, finally she had him, all his 8 inches inside her; and her
    fluids released. She came the first time that night, without a single
    stroke from him.

    Josh

    let her orgasm wash over her, holding himself still with great
    restraint while her nails dug into his shoulders and her thighs
    tightened around him. Breathing hard she leaned into him kissing him
    again, tongue finding tongue and when she leaned forward Josh bent his
    knees, grabbed her ass, and stroked into her. Slow, sure, and steady he
    pulled out, pushed in, driving into her over and over. First a teasing
    stroke, just his head, making her squeal, then suddenly deep and hard,
    making her scream, letting out years of lust with every shout.

    He

    fucked into her hard then, pounding into her from beneath, then
    stopping, slow long strokes, short strokes, but never stopping. Tammy's
    fluids pouring out of her, he felt her wet on his own thighs and legs,
    his cock so hard it hurt and he both wanted to release, and to wait.

    He

    stopped, wanting it to last longer and to give her a moment to recover
    from the nonstop fucking he was giving her. She sat up on him, his hands
    sliding to her perfect hips, hers resting on his bare chest. Both were
    breathing hard and he was mesmerized by her heaving tits, barely
    covered, and her hard nipples poking thru, practically visible thru the
    thin pink fabric.

    They

    smiled at each other as his hands explored her hips, thighs, waist, his
    eyes drinking in what he could see in the dim light. Tammy leaned over
    him bracing herself by her hands on his chest and did some teasing of
    her own. The brief break letting her control herself finally, and
    slowly, very slowly, rocked her hips back and forth. Josh's head rolled
    back and his fingers dug into her hips, he groaned, looked up and
    watched her work his cock inside her with her hips.

    He

    grabbed her, sitting up and putting his arms around her, holding her
    tight. He kissed her again, hands on her back, in her hair, Tammy trying
    to focus on kissing him and keeping her hips moving on him, she didn't
    want to stop feeling his cock moving in her, whether pushing in or back
    and forth, so long as it was moving, making her moan in his mouth.

    He

    leaned back, laying down again and sensing how she wanted it, took her
    hips and stopped her, and pushed back into her again, slow and deep,
    controlling his own urges to fuck her hard and fast, he stayed slow,
    which was harder for him, he felt her more, and felt it coming, and
    stopped again.

    Sitting

    up, he embraced her again, pressing himself tight to her body, Tammy
    doing the same. Their Looking at her, his eyes told her what he was
    going to do. With one swift move he held her tight and flipped himself
    on top of her, never pulling out.

    Tammy

    loved the move and kept holding him tight, her legs spread beneath him,
    his weight heavy on her, his face buried in her neck, kissing, licking
    her salty sweat covered skin. He moved slow inside her, pushing gently,
    she felt every inch as he pulled all the way out then entered her again,
    over and over, rhythmically slow.

    The

    heat was over powering and they both were covered in sweat and
    breathing hard when Josh sat up on his knees, holding her thighs, his
    pale fingers running over her smooth dark skin. Holding still inside her
    again he let his eyes hearts were racing. The room was getting hot,
    their bodies hotter still. He let his hands explore her gorgeous body
    again, running them up her waist and stomach. Tammy watched him as he
    stared at her tits, his hands massaging them, pushing them together. Her
    eyes locked on his, but her hands over his, helping him explore her
    body.

    He

    leaned in, kissing her, licking her lips, sucking on her lower lip, to
    her chin, neck, chest. He took one, then the other, in his mouth biting
    and sucking on her dark hardened nipples, over and over. Her hands were
    on his back, her face in his shoulder, kissing and biting his pale skin
    on top of her.

    He

    began moving again, faster this time, hard deep strokes, holding for a
    moment before pulling back, pushing in, faster and harder every time.
    His hands no longer on her but holding himself up to either side of her;
    faster, harder, harder still. Tammy laid beneath him, gripping his
    arms, hands on his waist, nails digging into his skin, back and forth,
    both breathing hard, his sweat pressing on her, her hips rising to meet
    his thrusts into her, the bed shaking beneath them, him groaning and
    grunting, her screaming and squealing, faster and faster, harder and
    deeper into her. His eyes were watching her soft firm tits bounce and
    shake, staring, wanting to grab them but fucking her too hard and too
    fast, it was coming, the moment was coming.

    Josh

    lowered his torso on hers, his chest pressing against her. Tammy
    guessed what was about to happen and wrapped her legs tight, oh so
    tight, around him; pulling him into her deeper, squeezing him between
    her athletic thighs, her arms wrapped around him pulling his body
    tighter to her own. His face was buried in her neck, her head thrown
    back arching toward the headboard. He drove deep, paused, pulled back,
    thrust into her again. The anticipation was killing her, driving her
    crazy.

    She had waited so long for this moment.

    Even though she didn't know it, so had he.

    He

    yelled out a scream into her neck and the pillow beneath her, grunting.
    His thrusts were hard, slamming into her and she felt his swollen cock
    explode inside her, the warmth of his cum filling her, spreading inside
    her. She felt his swelling as he ejaculated inside her.

     Deeper,

    every slamming thrust felt like he was pushing his cum deeper inside
    her. Tammy screamed in pleasure.  Josh's celebrated eruption, deep in
    her womb, now released all her pent up wanting, desire, and lust, and
    she screamed, then dug her nails deeper into his back, her legs
    tightened more, flexed, pulling him and trapping him inside her, all his
    8 inches buried in her, making her cum hard, as his cock continued
    spewing his warm payload inside.

    Josh

    stopped thrusting, pushing into her, but she felt his cock quivering
    and twitching in her wet warm pink; as her own cumming continued to wash
    over her, thru her, her body quaking, her toes curled. Her back arched
    more, her hips pressed up against him, tight. She threw her arms around
    him and pressed him tightly, he encircled her with his own, hugging her
    tight as she came again, and again, over his shaft.

    His

    own pleasure so great, he could barely stand it. Every move of her body
    made him groan. He was so sensitive inside her, but he wouldn't pull
    out, preferring to stay in her soft, warm, wet, eager, hungry cunt.

    Breathing

    hard and fast, covered in sweat they lay there, he on top of her,
    kissing her shoulder. Tammy was just trying to breathe. She released her
    legs which she just now realized ached. Her arms slipped from around
    him and he pulled his from around her, but he didn't move, he remained
    there where he was. She could feel him softening inside her and his cum
    began oozing out. Of course she now noticed the huge wet spot beneath
    her, but she didn't try to get out from under him but lay there letting
    her fingers play on his skin.

    Years

    of pent up emotion, lust, desire, want; all of it. All the things she
    had wanted to say to him, all the make believe conversations she had
    imagined in her mind, imagining this moment. What she planned on saying
    if she ever had the chance to really fuck him like she wanted, all of
    that came out in one unexpected word.

    "Finally..." she sighed.

    "Ha-ha! I know, right? I wondered if you really regretting everything?" Josh said as he cupped and squeezed her tit.

    “Regretted?” She gave him a puzzled look.

    The time you practiced your oral technique, assuming I was passed out drunk, or not.”

    They

    both laughed as his fingers played over her skin, Josh staying on top
    of her and in her, but leaning to the side looking at her body again. He
    twitched inside her and Tammy knew, she rocked her hips into him taking
    his half hard shaft a little deeper.

     Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts, for Literotica.

    24 min
  • Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 1

     

    Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 1An adopted black daughter obsesses over her white brother.

    Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.



    Tammy hesitated, wondering if she should do this, take advantage and follow her urges.

    Her brother, two years older than her, had turned 21 a few months back. Tonight he called her from the bar; drunk, and his friends gone. She had been hanging out with her best friend, Shelley.

    This afternoon, Tammy was returning a favor. A few weeks ago, Shelley took her to the clinic, where Tammy got her first supply of birth control pills. Tammy was surprised how much better her tits filled out her tops, and especially her sexy new red bikini.

    After returning the pickup to Shelley’s brother, they stayed for a late supper. Then they returned to work even later, on setting up house for the new semester.

    They were moving Shelley into her new apartment, putting the bed together, and arranging the other furniture and kitchen stuff. When the call came in, they stopped what they were doing and went to pick him up and take him home, to his bed. Now, here she was, alone with him, in the pitch dark of his room. His legs hanging off the bed and him sprawled out across it.

    Shelley had waited in the car while Tammy helped him quietly get in the house, through the back door, far away from the master bedroom, where she hoped their parents were still sleeping. They went down the  hall and got to his bedroom, and to his bed. Even though Tammy knew she shouldn't, she undressed him. She had told herself that she knew he wore boxers; and the temptation was too much.

    She finally had her chance, one she waited so long for, and decided to pull off his top, then slide off his boots. Then she began to undo his jeans, one button at a time. She realized fairly quickly, that Josh was not wearing boxers. He was free-wheeling tonight. A Commando indeed.

    She stopped; seeing his head and shaft pressed against his pale skin.

    Josh was moaning, feeling a woman's presence near his half hard shaft; but Tammy knew he wasn't aware that it was her, his adopted sister. Her hands so close, her face inches away from his, My God! This has to be an 8 inch cock! She was so close, he could probably feel her gasping warm breath on it.

    She hesitated, debating. She had waited; had fantasized about this for a year now, ever since she saw on his phone, a short video she never should have found. It was for his then girlfriend, of him stroking himself. Ever since then, she wasn't able to deny to herself the crush that was growing for years.

    Josh had a tough time getting over the breakup. He was just now trying to get back into dating, after 3 celibate months.

    And she knew he liked black girls. He had always flirted with her friend, Shelley.

    Shelley was built so much like herself, just a few inches taller and with a bigger ass. They both had tits that turned heads. Not massive pendulous jugs, but full C cups which stayed high and firm, providing eye candy with any low-cut blouse.

    Tammy never had a problem getting a date. She was 5'5, athletic; actually, the number one ranked volleyball player in the state, last year  in high school. And now  she’s nationally-recognized college athlete. Guys were always asking her out. In fact, Josh was the only guy she knows, who didn't look at her 'that way' or hit on her, ever.

    Of course, that made sense to her, they grew up together. His parents adopted her when she was three, and he was five. Mom learned she could not safely get pregnant again. Josh doted on her. He was always a good older brother; protective and caring, except of course, for the usual sibling spats.

    But here she was, in the dark, leaning over the side of his bed, hands on his thighs, his jeans half off. “dance with me, darling” he mumbled. Was he dreaming? Does he think he’s still at the club? He continued slightly moaning, while she was leaning over him, that large white crown head staring back at her in the faint moonlit, so close!

    All she had to do was stick out her tongue to taste it... and her will power crumbling every second she hesitated.

    He moaned again, his hips shifting; maybe because his jeans were half on and uncomfortable. Maybe because even though he was very drunk and almost passed out, he was still aware of a woman there, so close to his now twitching cock.

    Tammy couldn't tell; and was ready to do what she knew was proper, that is, get up and leave, after disrobing and tucking him in, that is.

    But then something happened, something she didn't expect but unconsciously hoped for, something she took as a sign.

    He reached up and touched the side of her face, feeling her soft skin. Brushing his fingers up her cheek, he didn’t say a word. She panicked for a minute, startled, expecting him to wake up, look at her. Perhaps a surprise and shock on his face.

    She was ready to bolt, and quick. But she realized he hadn't raised his head, hadn't looked up; he was still, just lying on his back, his face turned to the side, it looked like he was finally sleeping. She sighed deeply, just now realizing she had been breathing so shallow it was almost as if she had been holding her breath.

    Then it happened, the thing she took as a sign, as permission to do what she wanted. His hand stroked up her cheek, his fingers and palm turned, flat on her cheek, then moved around to the back of her head, and with gentle pressure pulled her face down to his curly pubis, his harry sack, and his lovely scepter.

    She more than willingly followed Josh's gentle pressure, his pull. Tammy lowered her face, her parted lips, to that swollen crown, staring at her, waiting for her, mesmerizing her. Her one hand rested on his defined, muscular chest. Her over hand briefly pressed into the bedding, just below his ball sack. Her one knee came up and planted on the mattress, next to his thigh.

    She was nervous. Her hand shook, and she was afraid he'd wake up, realize it was her, and freak the fuck out. She still hesitated. She glanced up at him, watching his turned face for any sign, any reaction of recognition; nothing. His breathing was slightly quickened, but he hadn't moved, except his gentle hand resting on the back of her head, her wavy locks, and his hips moving ever so slightly, causing his cock to come to life, to move and twitch.

    Tammy grabbed it gently, lightly, touching it for the first time; it stiffened in her hand. She took a moment to feel it's girth, its hardness and texture of rippled veins bulging along the long shaft. She wished desperately she could grab it harder, squeeze it, really grip it, but knew she couldn't, for fear of waking him up and losing the moment.

    She repositioned herself carefully, quietly. She inched her face slowly towards his hard white cock with its swollen head. It’s shaft which widened in the middle of the shaft. Biting her lower lip, then licking her thick African lips, getting them moist with the saliva building up in her mouth. She was practically drooling at the thought of what she was going to do, what she wanted to do, for a long time now.

    Tammy couldn't believe this was real, that it was actually happening, that she was finally getting Josh's rocket cock, at least in one way she wanted. Her only regret was that there was almost no light. And she really wished she could see his pale shaft against the dark skin of her hand. And she also wished that he knew, she wished he knew it was her, that he wanted her the same way she wanted him.

    Tammy pushed these thoughts from her mind, knowing she would have to deal with them at some point. But now she only wanted to take advantage of this situation and taste his cock, make him cum for her.

    And besides time was pressing; Shelley was waiting in the car and probably wondering what was taking so long.

    She stroked Josh's thick cock, slow and easy, gently, barely gripping it, before finally working up the nerve to stick her tongue out, the tip of her tongue touching just under the crown; she moaned, not able to stop it. Her tongue slowly traveled along the underside of his tip. Then she pressed her open mouth against his crown. He moaned, his hips moved, and his hand felt firmer behind her head.

    His glorious phallus was now hard. Very very hard. It was warm and even in the faint light filtering in through the window blinds, she noticed a blushing redness in his hue.

    Tammy lost all control and inhibition. She set both palms down on the bedding, then repositioned both her knees between his spread legs. She turned her head sideways to his cock, then slid her thick lips and her tongue, first down then up his long shaft. Tammy then straightened her face up to look at his, while she consumed half his cock into her mouth. She wrapped her lips tight around him sucking hard, stroking his softer under shaft with her tongue, breathing in thru her nose as she did, her one hand tightly stroking his lower shaft.

    His hips pushed up against her, thrusting into her face, his hand still holding the back of her head, a gentle pressure she loved feeling. She took more of him, pushing herself down more, feeling his cock enter her mouth, sliding over her tongue. She could hear him moaning more, his body moving more.

    She wanted to look up, to see if he was watching her suck his hard cock, but being on her knees, her face in his harry mound, she couldn't tell, and barely cared.

    His taste was everything she hoped it would be, better maybe. She controlled her moans as best she could, keeping quiet, but still they escaped her. It was hard to control her own body, not wanting to move too much, still afraid the wrong move could ruin this whole experience.

    She broke off to breathe, but still stroked him with her full palm, now.  Her thumb positioned just under his crown tip, rubbing the frenulum where his glans ridge tapered and curved, like a roadmap to his tip.

    His hips kept moving, that slow push up, like he was slow fucking her hand. She loved that, and it made her wish again, that there was some light to see by.

    Hell; she wanted to watch his pale, now slightly purple shaft, push inside her dark lips. That made her wet, and she almost touched herself, but remembered where she was, her situation, and she was a loud masturbator. That’s why she did her self-serving in the shower, with R and B music blasting in the bathroom.

    She would scream if she made herself cum; and besides, there was kind of a time limit. She felt she was taking too long. This was another regret. She really wished she could take her time and savor Josh's cock, the taste, the size, the hardness. And when it happened, his cum.

    After a moment to catch her breath; she went back to work on that cock, licking up the shaft, savoring it, running her tongue over his head, pursing her lips over it, all before dropping her face down and below his ball-sack. She looked up, just above the horizon of pubic fuzz, to see his face while taking him again.

    Tammy’s neck was now bent. Her throat was a straightened, receptive opening. She deep throated his 8 inches, taking him down to his base, where she slowly, softly clamped her teeth to painlessly memorialize this visit, so Josh might have perhaps enough cognizance to remember this special moment.

    Then she slowly released and ascended back up, to visit his glorious crown. Spit and drool seeping from her mouth, around her lips, until she submerged again; the shaft filling her, even down into her throat, before pulling halfway off, again. That's when she really began to work him; accelerating, stroking him faster, keeping her large lips tight around his girth, bobbing her face up and down, and now really worrying he'd wake up; but he didn't, nothing changed. His head rolled from side to side, but he never looked at her, just on his back, hips slowly pushing into her hand and mouth. His other hand now found her soft cheek and jaw. His fingers slowly caressed her, returning her devotion.

    She really began to wonder if maybe he was too drunk to cum, that she had done all this and wouldn't get to her first taste of a man’s cum. And so much more special, it would be Josh’s creamy jizz. That would be disappointing. She really wanted to make him cum for her, explode in her mouth, but she was thinking she'd have to be satisfied just by getting to touch him, taste him, feel his hardness in her mouth. Gawd! She wanted more than that.

    Just when Tammy thought about giving up, her jaw sore, lips going numb, her wrist tired, her throat feeling raw; she felt him twitch in her mouth. She was crouched on her knees, with one hand on this marvelous cock, and the fingers of her other hand gently fondling his two balls. When his first pelvic twitch occurred, she knew what that meant. Shelley had told her how to orally service a man. Shelley recounted how a man’s ball sack firms up just before the climatic eruption. Josh’s sack was now becoming a round firming ball.

    Tammy redoubled her efforts; sucking in harder, getting her pace just right; her stroking hand hitting just under his crown as her tightened lips clamped just under his glans ridge, her tongue firmly massaging his underside frenulum.

    She felt it on her tongue, that first bit of wetness, his precum shooting out, that extra bitter, extra salty precum. Her grip tightened, she stroked a little faster, squeezing his shaft a bit harder. She knew she was running the risk of waking him, but she couldn't help it. Tammy needed it, needed him to cum, needed to taste it, feel it's warmth on her tongue, feel it coat her mouth, hit her throat; she had to have it.

    Another twitch, then another; and oh; then it happened. That thing she needed; craved so much. She felt his thighs stiffen. She sucked harder. Tammy tightened her lips more, pressed her tongue against his shaft, making sure she pressed just under his crown. Holding her face steady, his cock half way in her mouth; and stroked him until he exploded.

    His cum ejaculated; hard, and fast. Six, no, seven times he shot his cum load in her mouth. Both his hands now pressed over her ears, to keep her tantalizing mouth where it provided the optimal pleasure.

    Tammy just kept stroking, but she did ease up a little on her pistoning speed, decelerating toward and end, like a train entering the station. She did everything she could to take it all, every drop. She didn't allow her mouth to relax, to open letting Josh's cum drip out, no, she kept it air tight, her eyes shut so hard they began to water.

     Convinced his full deposit was now delivered, she swallowed what she could trying not to choke on it. She kept the rest in her mouth, swishing it around her tongue, and his cock, while his euphoria lingered. Then she took a deep nasal breath and took him once more slowly, deep into her throat. She let him stay, motionless except for her slow massaging tongue, which continued an affectionate caress.

    Her own crotch was dripping and she knew her yoga pants were stained, but she didn't care, she had blown a man with proud success. And it was Josh! She made him cum for her, swallowed it, and relished the salty taste of his thick jizz on her tongue.

    She wasn't even sure what part was her favorite. Sucking and tasting his 8 inch cock? Making him cum? The taste of his cock and cum? The pride in taking it all, and not even spilling any of his load, not even a drop, even though he came like seven spurts in her mouth?

    She didn't know. It was all her favorite thing; all these things. And yes, she was proud of her performance, proud she made him, while drunk, cum so much for her.

    Tammy did have a moment there, after looking at his shrinking cock, listening to his moans. In his drunk delirium he had let slip a few mumbled, barely audible sounds; 'fuck', 'ahs', and such, but never once opened his eyes to look. Now so worked up herself, she briefly considered trying to take things further; riding him, taking him in her, but knew she couldn't, and that he most definitely couldn't, and that if she tried, he'd certainly wake up. She had fondled a couple of guys, at a truth or dare event; but they weren't as big as Josh, but that was all. Her tightness would likely squeeze him hard, and may even hurt, definitely her and probably him as well, and she again reminded herself, she was a screamer.

    As she got off the bed and straightened herself out to leave; she pulled his covers  up as best she could, felt her face and around her mouth for his cum, then quietly shut his door and left.

    Creeping quietly down the hall and out the door, wondering if she would ever get the chance to fuck him, take him inside her, wrap her strong legs around him, feel him over her, hear him say her name as he came inside her, make her cum all over his shaft.

    Shelley didn't say anything. She had been too busy on her phone to realize how long Tammy had been gone.

    When Tammy and Shelley got the apartment into reasonable order, Shelley took Tammy back to her house. As soon as she got home, she couldn't get to her room fast enough.

    Quickly stripping her clothes off, getting her vibrating dildo out, she headed for the shower. Once she was soaked in the warm spray, she leaned her back into the tiled wall; then bending her knees, running her hands over her own thighs, before getting close enough to feel her own heat. It didn't take long, imagining his cock sliding inside her, remembering how it felt in her hand; hard, heavy, and warm; how it tasted and felt on her tongue, how his cum shot out hitting her mouth; it's warmth and thickness, coating the inside of her cheeks, how hard it was to swallow, it's saltiness. And one of her favorite parts, how his hands felt on her head. She loved that, and wanted that again. Tammy came quick, the vibrator on high, deep inside her, how quickly she thrust it in and out of herself. She clenched her jaw tight, biting her lip, holding in her scream, her body tensing hard as the orgasm washed over her. When it was over, she turned the vibe off, but still gently rode it into herself, while pinching her hardened dark nipples, and feeling her tits, caressing them, imagining Josh doing that to her. She toweled herself dry, then took another towel and wrapped her hair. Back in her bed, she resumed a gentle massage of her swollen cunt lips and then inside, until she finally passed out, exhausted.

    Searching for a suitable stand-in.

    After that night, Tammy would only date white guys, and then only if there was something that reminded her of Josh; his short black wavy hair, dark eyes, his slender but toned build, his height. She never stayed with any of them long, but it would help if their cock was close to his size and that cum thick and extra salty.

    Her favorite positions were doggy or reverse cowgirl, so she wouldn't have to see their face. Tammy wanted to imagine Josh. She usually kept her eyes closed. In her secret fantasy, she was imagining it was Josh’s hands grabbing her wide dark hips, spreading her open, sliding that long 8 inches inside her wet pink, his firm but gentle hands, perhaps lightly smacking her full firm ass, making her squeal and shout, drawing out her long moans and making her pant and breathe hard. Or his hands on her head, her face, sliding his shaft in her mouth, holding her head still while he fucked her mouth.

    In her mind it was always Josh driving into her, pushing in, excitement growing, leading to him pounding inside her, throbbing and cumming, pumping that salty jizz into her, leaning over her at the end, both covered in sweat, breathing hard, his cock quivering inside against her walls, until it softened enough to slip out on its own.

    The lights were almost always off, or at least dimmed way down low, unless whoever she was with wanted to cum on her, blowing their load all over, usually her chest or face. She understood this, that the guy wanted to see. She knew there was no point for a guy to cum on her if he couldn't watch his cock explode a series of ropes all over her face, tits, and body. She knew a man wants to watch her reaction, see his jizz splatter on her face or tits; she understood the appeal of it, and actually she didn't mind.

    If she was on her knees sucking a guy’s cock for his bukkake thrill, she would hold her face up, close her eyes and wait to feel the first splash of cum on her cheek, forehead, or her lips. Sometimes if the guy wanted she'd hold her tits up, push them together and wait, but her eyes would always be closed, in her mind she imagined watching Josh stroke his cock in front of her, giving her his cum.

    If they pulled out while fucking her in doggy style, she kinda liked it when the guy would grab her and flip her on her back, straddle over her and stroke until he exploded cum all over her body. She would just close her eyes and take it, and smear his cum on her dark skin, streaking the caramel skin with white jizz everywhere. Would that turn Josh on, would he like to see his adopted ebony sister do that for him? She liked to think he would, that it would keep him hard to fuck her.

    There were things that annoyed her about getting fucked by these other guys, though. They always had to talk, say things while fucking her, or getting blown by her, she didn't like that; none of them ever sounded remotely like Josh, and there were times when their talking threw her off and broke her focus, dragging her mind away from her obsessive fantasy.

    No matter what they said, she was usually already imagining Josh saying it. How much they loved her thick cocksucking lips around their shafts, how hot it was watching her with her dark skin taking a white dick. And if they had thick cum, how much of a turn in it was seeing those white sticky jizz globs on her skin, running down and streaking her black skin. Or what seemed to be their favorite thing: cumming on her face, so they could watch it drip over and down her broad nose and down either cheek.

    But the thing that annoyed her the most was when she was sucking a cock and they wanted to watch, and told her to look up at them, eyes open; she hated that, and that was usually the last time with that guy; nothing ruined her fantasy more than that, except maybe a guy on top of her. She stopped letting that happen early on, though. Tammy only wanted that to ever happen with Josh, only wanted to look into his face, only wanted his eyes looking into hers, while fucking her.

    This went on for approaching two years, dating these white guys, seducing them so she could fantasize about Josh while fucking these others for a few weeks or a month before dissatisfaction led her to moving on to another, whenever she couldn't maintain the fantasy of sex with Josh. Two years passed before another opportunity arose for Tammy to have him.

    To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts, for Literotica.

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  • My Cougar Encounter

    Peter loses his virginity to a MILF on the prowl.

    Based on a post by The_Unicorn, Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

    My name is Peter Carpenter, but my friends have always called me Pete. I was a boy at eighteen, in  August of 1978; and I had graduated from high school three months earlier. My eighteenth birthday had come and gone, and I was still a virgin. My entire love life had consisted of many awkward moments and but a few goodnight kisses while being watched by my mother. I was terribly shy around girls, but I was so horny that I jacked off twice a day.

    "Pete, this party is going to be great," my good friend Bobby had told me before he picked me up from my rented mobile home, in his red 1967 Chevy Camaro convertible that morning.

    "Look, Allison Miller is throwing the pool party at her mom's house. She's friends with Tricia, right?" Allison was younger, and us guys were not officially invited.

    I shook my head in disbelief. I could see that we were probably going to get kicked out for crashing the party. Jack was sixteen, so his girlfriend and this Allison girl were probably just as young. My friend, Bobby, was seventeen, having just graduated like me. We were older. Miss Miller, Allison's divorced mom, would probably filter out any older kids, like us.

    Bobby had the top down on his Camaro and I enjoyed the breeze because, though it was around eleven in the morning, the sun was already beating down. It was hot every day in August in Longville. That's the small town in southwest Louisiana where we lived.

    It took ten minutes to get to the Miller's house. There were a half a dozen cars parked all around.

    In the living room, just inside the glass doors, stood Miss Beth Miller. She was only fourteen years older than me, having had Allison when she was a teenager herself, but she was fine. That's what we called hot in those days, though fine is still used sometimes today. She had long wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong but sexy face. She was deeply tanned over every inch of skin I could see but for two tan lines running up her shoulders and around the back of her neck. She wore a white dress with red dots that was held up by thin straps at her shoulders. The dress left her arms, shoulders, and upper chest bare. Her tits were full and filled out her dress, spilling over the sides just a little.

    Miss Miller said, "Go on through, the party's in the back." She had a sexy voice.

    Bobby barely acknowledged her as he passed on through the glass door. I followed him, too shy to even say anything to her. That was always the way with me in those days.

    There were about a dozen teenagers around and in the pool. I knew only a few from school, the rest were probably from other schools or younger grades. All of the girls were dressed in brightly colored bikinis. All of the guys wore dark swim trunks.

    Bobby took off his clothes quickly, stripping down to his trunks. I did the same, only more slowly. Most of the kids watched us come in. Though Miss Miller hadn't filtered us out, I was still concerned about being kicked out for being too old or not invited.

    Bobby jumped into the pool and started horsing around. He was quick. Nobody paid me much attention after that. I stripped down to my black and red jogging shorts, which were under my cutoff jeans and sat on a chair. The thin nylon joggers were lined, but very thin. Swimming in them was just fine, as long as there weren’t hot girls around. If swimming required interaction with girls, I was just too damn shy for that; and I couldn’t risk a hard-on in these thin joggers..

    After a few minutes one of the girls got out of the pool and came up to me. I didn't recognize her. She had blond hair that reached to her shoulders and a pretty face, despite some blemishes. She was lightly tanned except for the pale tan lines I could see peeking out at the edges of her bikini. It was a skimpy pink one.

    She asked, "You're Bobby's friend?"

    I nodded. If I was too shy to jump in the water, I was definitely too shy to talk to this girl.

    "Did you graduate this year?" she asked.

    I nodded again. "Yea," I managed to say, barely.

    "I'm one grade behind you. I'm going to be seventeen in a month. I can't wait to be a senior," she said.

    Well, it was just as well that I was so shy. Though I had just recently turned eighteen, I knew enough not to mess with girls under eighteen. I just nodded. Louisiana prosecutes guys for ‘statutory rape, if an underage girl, or her parents, claim you had sex with a child.

    "Well," she said. "I'm Allison. Enjoy the party."

    She did look a little like her mother, I thought to myself as she walked away. It was best to stick with girls my own age. Of course, girls my own age scared the hell out of me.

    The sun beat down like a demon that day. I started to sweat early and one of the first things I did was put on suntan lotion they offered all of us.. I rarely got out like that, so my skin was pale.

    The other kids left me alone. They horsed around, splashing and swimming all over. I sat alone.

    Lunch.

    At about noon, Mrs. Miller emerged from the house with a tray of finger sandwiches and many big glasses of lemonade. Everyone gathered around. They all got a sandwich and a drink. I was last.

    I took the last sandwich and one of the glasses of lemonade. Miss Miller said to me, "It's ninety three degrees already."

    "Sure is hot," I replied.

    Miss Miller flipped her hair back over her shoulder. She was the sexiest woman I had ever met. Then she took a big drink of lemonade. I watched her. She was perspiring almost as much as I was. I watched a bead of sweat roll down her neck and disappear down her dress, between her big tits. I was mesmerized, wishing I were that bead of sweat. My cock started to harden in my shorts.

    I quickly took a drink from my own glass when she stopped and looked at me. I didn't think she saw me staring at her. I glanced around my glass and hoped nobody else did either.

    "Well, I'm going to take a shower to cool off," Miss Miller announced. I was the only one close enough to hear her. "Enjoy the party," she added.

    I watched her turn and walk into the house. I noticed that she had a tattoo of a butterfly on the back of her right shoulder. In those days, tattoos on women were rare and it made her look that much sexier to me. My cock hardened more as I watched.

    I stood there and ate my little sandwich and drank my lemonade. I was sweating from the heat, and also from the thought of Miss Miller showering. I turned away from the pool so nobody could see my hard-on tenting the front of my shorts.

    My Voyeur Mission.

    Then an urge came over me. I was young and foolish in those days, like most guys. I was shy around girls, but I was very horny. I announced to nobody in particular that I had to use the bathroom, and proceeded into the house.

    Trying to look casual to the kids around the pool, not that any of them paid me any mind, I opened and closed the sliding door very slowly as I entered the living room. I was trying to make as little noise as possible, without looking like that was what I was trying to do. As I got the door closed I heard the shower turn on upstairs.

    I quickly but lightly padded up the stairs toward the sound. If I were caught, my plan was to tell her that I had to pee and was looking for the bathroom. It was lame plan, but it was all I could come up with.

    The master bedroom door was wide open and I peeked inside. The adjoining bathroom light was on and that's where the sound of the water running in the shower was coming from. I had to take a look. I couldn't resist.

    My heart was pounding in my chest as I snuck through the bedroom, my footfalls lost in the thick carpet. I reached the bathroom doorway and slowly peaked around the jam. I went very slowly so I could spot her before she spotted me, in case she was looking in my direction.

    Then I saw her. She was standing with her back toward the door. She was beautiful. She had taken her dress off and was tossing it aside.

    She had a bikini top tan line across the middle of her bare back. I could just see the edge of her right tit from under her arm. It was pale and looked so smooth. Her waist was thin and her hips wide. I could clearly see tan lines across her hips and a large triangle of pale skin covering her ass. Her ass was round and firm.

    My cock grew instantly hard in my shorts.

    Then, she bent forward to adjust the water and I was greeted to a sight I had never seen before. Growing up in such a repressed household I did still manage to get a copy of Playboy. I would jerk off to it every night. But in all of those pages I never really got to see what a cunt looked like. Not without it being mostly hidden behind a mound of dark hair.

    Well, I saw Beth Miller's cunt when she bent forward. I saw her asshole above and the slit of her cunt below. I didn't really understand what I was seeing; I just knew that I really wanted to understand it. It was a pink slit with thin brown lips hanging down ever so slightly below. There was also kinky blond hair framing the whole thing.

    She stood up and stepped into the shower. I pulled myself back, knowing that she would turn around and spot me if I didn't. I heard her draw the shower curtain. I took that as my cue to leave. I was confounded by what I had just seen, but I yearned to see more.

    I made my way back out to the pool, my cock deflating just as I got there. Nobody noticed me as I walked back to my chair next to my pile of clothing. I sat down and took a deep breath.

    My heart was pounding after what I had just seen. It had been a big risk to sneak that peek but it had yielded great reward. I was so curious. Most of my friends already knew all this but with my upbringing I was way behind in my sexual education.

    Half an hour later Bobby found me. I was sitting alone in a chaise lounge watching everyone splash around. He was soaked.

    "Hey, buddy. We're all going to head over to Jimmy's house," he said.

    "Who's Jimmy?" I asked.

    "He's Michelle's older brother, you don't know him," he told me.

    Well, I didn't know Michelle either.

    "Anyway, he's supposed to have beer and no parental supervision," he said with a smile.

    "I don't know," I said.

    "It'll be fun," he urged.

    "No," I said. "Look, this isn't my sort of thing. Can you just drop me off at my house?"

    "What? You live in the wrong direction," he complained.

    "I'll take him home," Beth Miller said.

    Bobby and the others start to leave.

    She was standing behind my chaise. I had no idea how long she had been there. I had been looking out for her and I never saw her exit the house. She couldn't have heard Bobby tell me about the beer, I figured, because she would have had something to say about that.

    "Great," Bobby said. "See you later."

    I turned around and looked at Beth Miller. She was wearing her white and red polka dot dress again. My heart skipped a beat as she looked down into my eyes. "Thanks," I managed to say.

    She smiled at me. She had a pretty smile. "Not a problem, I need to drive to Moss Bluff in a little while," she told me.

    That was south toward my trailer, which was really closer to Ragley than Longville. I couldn't believe my luck. I wanted to spend time with Beth Miller. She was so sexy I could barely stand it.

    All of the kids left. Beth Miller told Allison to be careful and have a good time. Nobody mentioned the beer. I was sure Beth Miller would have put a stop to it if she had known. I wasn't going to mention it.

    Beth Miller disappeared in the house without a word. I didn't even see her go as I had glanced away. I waited for a few minutes, the back yard empty but for me. I didn't know if she wanted me to follow her inside, or what.

    Then she re-appeared.

    Beth Miller had changed into a bikini. She was a knockout. The bikini was all white strings but for four little triangles. Each triangle was dark yellow, decorated with white dots. Two of the triangles half-covered her tits, one covered her cunt, and the last one covered some of her ass.

    I pulled my knees up as my cock tented my shorts once again.

    Beth Miller was deeply tanned all over, except for the pale skin peeking out from behind her bikini. She walked up to me. Up close her tits looked huge and were totally natural. I hoped that my shorts were black enough, and my knees were up far enough, for her not to notice my hard cock. She casually told me, "I'm so hot. I'm going to take a dip before we go, if that's okay."

    I swallowed hard and nodded.

    She walked the three steps to the pool. I watched her ass sway as she approached the edge. Then she dove into the water.

    I stared intently. She surfaced on the far side of the pool, her blond hair plastered to the back of her head. She swam to the far edge and held on for a second. Then she kicked off from the edge toward my side. She had perfect form.

    Reaching the edge of the pool in front of me she climbed out, the water cascading down the curves of her sexy body. She walked back to me as I tried to avert my eyes. She pulled the chair to my left closer to my chaise and sat down. She was right there in arms reach. I could barely breathe.

    "Umm," she moaned and tossed her wet hair behind her. "That feels so much better."

    "Cool?" I asked. It was all I could say.

    "Well, I'm still hot, but it's better. Aren't you the Carpenter's kid?" she asked me.

    I nodded.

    "Wow," she said, shaking her head. "So, were they really strict on you?"

    I nodded again and said, "I have my own place now."

    "Oh? So, you're on your own, eh?"

    I nodded. My cock was so hard that I could hardly think. She was beautiful.

    "Did they let you date?" she asked.

    I nodded. "Chaperoned," I clarified.

    "You ever sneak out with a girl?" she asked with a smirk.

    I shook my head. "No chance for that."

    She cocked her head to the side and looked at me. Then she asked, "So, have you ever kissed a girl?"

    I nodded. "Goodnight kisses."

    She smiled and then she looked around. "Now, where did I put that towel?" she asked. I hadn't seen any towel. She reached to her right and found nothing. Then she reached to her left, across my body. She tapped my thighs with her forearm.

    My legs dropped and my hard cock became evident as it tented by shorts obscenely. Beth Miller gasped. "Oh my," she said.

    I dropped my hands to my crotch to try to cover my cock. I pulled my knees up again. "Sorry," I said.

    "Did I cause that?" she asked, surprised.

    I nodded my head.

    She smiled and said, "I didn't think you'd be interested in an old woman like me." She was thirty-two.

    I barely managed to say, "You're really pretty."

    "Really?" she asked.

    I nodded. That was all I could do.

    "Well," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to turn you on so much with this bikini and all. Hmm," she thought for a moment, then added; "I guess the least I could do is relieve your issue, don't you think? I caused it after all."

    I was stunned. I froze, except for my cock, which throbbed even harder.

    Beth Miller then reached for my shorts and without a moment's hesitation she pulled them up my bent legs. My cock was free. She instantly reached down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft.

    "Oh, God," I sighed. The situation had turned around in the last five seconds, much for the better. Beth Miller wasn't giving me a chance to be scared and pull away. She had taken control.

    "Have you ever had a girl touch your cock before?" she asked as she gently stroked my dick. She had a very light touch.

    I shook my head. Now I was figuring out why I hadn’t been kicked out of Allison’s party. Once Mrs. Miller figured out I was of legal age, she figured out a way to get some one-on-one time with me.

    She gripped my cock harder and began stroking me. I dropped my legs, my shorts still at mid-thigh. I watched as her fist bunched the skin at the bottom and then stretched the skin at the top. She knew what she was doing.

    My head swam with pleasure. It was a strange sensation to have someone else touching my cock. I loved it.

    "So, have you ever French-kissed a girl?" she asked casually.

    I shook my head. The pleasure from her hand was greater than anything I could do myself. I couldn't speak.

    Beth Miller leaned forward. She had lots of freckles. I found that sexy. She kissed me. Then she lifted her head and looked at me, still stroking my cock. She said, "Open your mouth and let my tongue in."

    Then she kissed me again and this time I let her do what she wanted to. She pressed her tongue into my mouth. It was so strange to me, that first time. I was transported to a different world; a world consisting completely of our mouths, her hand, and my cock.

    After a moment, I began stroking her tongue with mine. Then she slowly pulled her tongue back. I chased it. Then I was inside her mouth. A light had come on and I realized what this was all about. I pressed my tongue deep into her mouth, stroking her tongue and her teeth. I could feel her hand stroking my cock faster and faster.

    Beth Miller pulled up and broke the kiss. She looked down at me and smiled. "You're a fast learner," she said.

    I smiled at that. I was very motivated to learn as much as I could.

    She stroked my cock steadily with her fist. She glanced at her hand and then looked into my eyes. She asked, "So, does this feel good enough?"

    I nodded. It felt like heaven.

    "Well, this might feel better," she said. And with that, she did the most amazing thing to me. She dropped her head to my lap and kissed and licked the head of my cock.

    I felt her tongue flit against underside of my cock. Every lick sent a jolt of pleasure directly into my brain. Then I felt her hot wet mouth envelop the head of my cock and begin to push down. She was sucking my dick up into her mouth. "Whoa," I gasped.

    My cock was of average size and Beth Miller was able to press her face lower and lower until almost my entire cock was in her mouth. She gripped me tightly between her lips. Then she began slowly stroking her lips up and down my cock. Her hands roamed across my chest and down my legs.

    "Oh my god, that feels so good Mrs. Miller," I moaned, overcome with such gratitude I was finally able to speak. I was swept away by the pleasure of her mouth. I didn't care about anything else in the world except that feeling.

    She stroked my cock steadily with her lips. I felt her tongue swirl around the head on each upstroke. I felt the back of her throat tap the head on each downstroke. The sound of her slurping mouth was so sexy to me.

    I started breathing heavy, moaning in pleasure. I watched her intently, memorizing every second. I watched her lips travel up and down my shaft; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

    Beth Miller's mouth was warm and wet around my dick. Her tongue played across the sensitive skin on each stroke inside her mouth. Her blond hair, which cascaded down around her face, gently bobbed and rocked as she gave me my very first blowjob.

    "I'm going to do it," I told her, feeling the sensations that told me I was getting close. I didn't want to accidentally come in her mouth. I assumed that would have grossed her out.

    "Umm hmm," she moaned around my cock.

    I was shocked. Surely she didn't want me to come in her mouth. That thought was pushed aside when she cupped my balls in her warm left hand and kneaded them gently. My thighs and balls started tingling. I was coming.

    Cum raced up my shaft and blasted into Beth Miller's mouth. She pulled her head up until only the head of my cock remained between her lips. She pumped my cock with her fist, helping me fill her mouth with my cum.

    I watched in awe as she swallowed load after load of cum down her throat. It had never occurred to me that a woman would ever want do that to me. I moaned in pleasure.

    It was so strange to not have a mess to clean up after I came. I always had to account for that. Instead, Miss Miller sucked every last drop and left my deflating cock completely clean.

    "That was amazing," I gasped. I was breathing heavy but my head was clearing.

    "Feel better?" she asked with a smile. Her mouth was completely clean of any trace of my cum.

    "Much better Miss Miller," I said.

    "Call me Beth," she replied with a chuckle.

    "Beth?" I asked.

    "That's my name," she said with a smile. “And I’m no longer a missus. He left us 4 years ago, but not without a hefty alimony settlement, plus child support. It’s a hazard associated with being a spoiled boy whose father’s oil money attracts plenty of hussies. I’m not wealthy, but Allisson has a trust fund which will help her be more discerning than I was, at her age.”

    "Okay, Beth," I said. It felt a little awkward.

    "Well, now I'm all worked up," she complained.

    "Worked up?" I asked.

    "Oh, you poor thing. You have been so sheltered by your parents," she sympathized. "I'm really turned on, sweetie. I need to come. Will you help me?"

    I was stunned. It may sound strange but until that time I was not aware that women had the same needs as men. The sexual revolution of the sixties had completely passed my parents by and, she was right, I had been very sheltered. If her orgasm were to feel anything like what I had just experienced; I wanted to give that to her more than anything in the world. Of course, I had no idea how to go about doing that, but I was ready to do whatever she needed. I nodded.

    "Don't look so scared," she said. "I'll give you a crash course on everything you need to know, okay?"

    I nodded again, my cock beginning to rise in anticipation. I was young and recovered very quickly. I sat up.

    "The first rule is that every woman is different," she told me. "Everything else I'm going to teach you will help, but you have to always remember that first rule."

    I nodded as it started to rain. I pulled my shorts up as we both scrambled to our feet. Though the day was hot, the rain on our skin stung and was too cold for comfort.

    "Come on," she told me.

    We moved to a covered patio in the back yard. A large awning covered a concrete area. The area had various potted plants around it and a large solid oak chaise lounge in the center. However this was no ordinary chaise lounge. The chaise was well cushioned. It was four feet wide and eight feet long; big enough to hold two people comfortably. It was reclined flat with a pillow at the top to support your head. With it laid down like that it was more like a bed than a chaise.

    She sat down at the foot of the chaise as the rain started to really come down. She said, "The radio said that a storm front was coming in. I didn't expect it so early."

    The sky grew dark as the rain fell. A cool breeze blew in that was quite a relief from the heat of the day. Beth was soaked from her swim as well as the rain. As I stood there looking down at her I couldn't help but stare at her big tits, her sweat and the rain mixing together on her skin. What moisture that didn't trickle down into the valley between those tits, clung tenaciously to the firm flesh.

    "Would you like to touch them?" she asked.

    My eyes went wide in shock. She had noticed that I was staring. Then I nodded.

    "Come sit down next to me," she said.

    I sat down beside her, and she seemed so untouchable. She has offered to let me touch her tits, but I had no idea how to proceed. I was so nervous.

    She turned to me and asked softly, "Can you see how hard my nipples are?"

    I nodded. Her nipples dented the thin material of the bikini top. From my issue of Playboy in my room, I knew a lot about how tits looked. I didn't know much else, but tits I knew.

    Beth reached up behind her head and untied her bikini top as I watched, her tits stretching with her movements. My mouth was dry as she slowly pulled her top down revealing to me my first pair of naked tits I'd ever seen in real life. Her bikini tan lines ran down from her shoulders and a triangle of very pale skin covered her nipples and the undersides of her tits. I grabbed them in my hands.

    "Gently," she said.

    I flinched. I was embarrassed I had done that. I softened my grip.

    "Okay, I need to teach you these things. Sorry. I forgot. Caress my tits gently with your hands," she told me.

    I did as instructed, stroking her firm full tits with my fingers. The skin was softer than I had imagined it would be. I ran my fingers lightly over her skin and gingerly touched her nipples. I cupped her big tits in my hands feeling how heavy they were.

    "Now, gently lick and suck on my nipples," she instructed softly. "You can also gently roll my nipples between your fingers."

    I was more than eager to do this. I leaned in and licked at her nipples before sucking, gently at first and then more strongly. I could taste the salt of her sweat mixed with the clean rain water and a trace of chlorine from the pool.

    "Yes," she sighed. "That's it. Now, very gently, graze your teeth against them."

    I was hesitant to do this but I did as instructed. As lightly as possible I scraped my teeth against her tender nipples. I did this a couple of times before returning to sucking and licking at her tits. My cock was as hard as a rock inside my shorts.

    "Umm, that feels wonderful," she whispered to me. "You're a natural."

    I caressed the smooth pale flesh of her tits as I sucked and licked at her nipples. I rolled them between my fingers. I nibbled at them with my teeth.

    "Okay," Beth finally said. "You sit right there and I'm going to show you something you've never seen before."

    I reluctantly released her tits as she stood up. Without thinking, I let one hand fall to my crotch and stroke my cock through my shorts. It was so hard.

    Beth slowly stood up in front of me as the rain fell harder just a few feet from us, distant thunder rumbling in the background. Her tits looked even bigger from underneath. I looked up into her eyes and she smiled.

    I watched her hands fall to her hips. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her bikini bottoms and very slowly pushed down. As the material fell lower, I saw blond pubic hair emerge into view, just as in the Playboy. Women didn't shave their cunt at all in those days. She continued to push her bikini down revealing the bottom of her cunt as it sloped away between her thighs. Through the forest of downy blond hair I could make out her slit, again just like in my Playboy.

    Then she did something that they didn't do in my magazine. Just as she had done in the bathroom, she turned around and bent down, but this time her ass was two feet from my face. She pushed her bikini to her ankles, bending low. Her ass was pale, the sun never reaching the seat of her bikini. I followed the trail of pale skin with my eyes down the crack of her ass. I could see her dark asshole, winking at me. Below that, as she bent low, I saw her cunt. I could clearly see the pink slit surrounded by blond pubic hair and again I found it fascinating. Then, again, too quickly for me to begin to make sense of it, she stood up and kicked off her bikini bottoms.

    "Do you like what you see?" she asked as she turned around.

    I could only nod in agreement. The yard was quite secluded, but now, with the steady downpour, even our noises were drowned out. And soon the visibility would be limited, as well.

    Completely naked, Beth slowly climbed past me into the chaise and laid back, her head on the pillow. Then she did something I had definitely not seen in any Playboy magazine; she slowly spread her legs. My eyes were glued to her cunt. I could clearly see everything. It was so unlike anything I had ever seen before.

    "Come closer," she said. "Lay down between my legs."

    Gladly, I thought. At eight feet long, the chaise was long enough for her to lie on and leave room for me to lie between her legs. I lay down between her spread and lifted thighs. I could smell an aroma from her cunt I had never smelled before. It overwhelmed my senses.

    Beth reached down and spread her cunt open a little with her fingers. "See this little red bud right here?" she asked rhetorically, stroking her finger across the top of her cunt. "That's my clit," she told me breathlessly. "Please lick it. It will take a little while for me to come, but please don't stop until I tell you to, okay?"

    I nodded, very eager to please her and to learn everything I could. This was more sexual education in ten minutes than I had gotten in the prior eighteen years. I didn't know what it was going to be like when she came, but I couldn't wait to find out.

    I crept forward some more and reached out with my tongue. With her fingers still spreading her cunt, I licked at her clit. While the area around her clit was soft, the clit itself was firm and slick beneath my tongue, making it easier to identify. I licked at it for a moment before I had to back up. The aroma was too strong for me. I gagged and coughed.

    "It's an acquired taste for some," Beth said sympathetically. "Here's a trick. Press your face firmly against my cunt."

    I scooted forward more and, as instructed, pressed my face against her cunt as she pulled her hands away. I wrapped my lips around the top of her slit, pressing my tongue between the folds. I swirled my tongue against her cunt-flesh until I found the little nub of her clit. She was right; the aroma was much less, my nose up in her blond pubic hair and my cheeks and chin blocking the source of the scent.

    "Oh, yes," she hissed. "Lick it just like that."

    I rolled my eyes up and looked into Beth's eyes as I licked her clit. She smiled at me and rolled her nipples between her fingers. I used my hands to hold onto her hips.

    Beth's sighs of pleasure mixed with the sound of the rainfall as I licked her clit.

    I swirled it, sliding my tongue round and round the little bud. I then took it between my lips and sucked on it, first gently and then harder. I let my instincts take over.

    "Softly," she scolded me. "You're a natural at this, but you have to remember to be very gentle."

    "Sorry," I said, before pressing my face back down and trying again.

    "That's okay," she breathed. "You're doing very good."

    I liked to hear that. I wanted to please her so much. I resumed licking her clit, remembering to be gentler. I lapped at it with a slow gentle motion.

    "That's a good boy," she cooed, "lick that clit softly."

    The rain fell harder around us, the thunder rumbling again, nearer this time. I licked and licked at her clit. My saliva ran out of my mouth and down across her cunt, but I didn't care.

    "Look at my face," Beth whispered. "Watch me as you eat me. Use my reactions to see if you are doing it right."

    I rolled my eyes up and watched her as I licked her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. I swirled my tongue around her clit and she gasped. I very gently put my lips around her clit. I sucked softly with my mouth as I flicked it with my tongue.

    "Oh God," Beth whined. "Do that. Don't stop."

    I heard her moan as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. She breathed heavily as she began to buck her hips up against my face. I held fast to her cunt. I noticed that my cock had deflated a little as I concentrated completely on working on her cunt.

    "Yes," she groaned. "I'm gonna come."

    I didn't stop, and I didn't change what I was doing. It was working. Then she began shouting and gasping. I had never heard anything like it. It was like she had lost control of herself for a moment. I kept licking.

    "Okay," she finally gasped. "Stop for a second."

    She breathed heavily trying to catch her breath as the rain fell loudly all around us. I pulled my head up from between her thighs and looked at her. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

    She looked at me, her eyes wide. Then she said, "No, Peter, that was perfect. I came so good. Thank you."

    I smiled at her. I was so proud of myself. I had made my first woman come; something I had been unaware was even possible until a few minutes earlier.

    "Now I'm going to teach you a secret that will make you very popular," she said, still breathing heavy and rolling her nipples between her fingers. "See the opening at the bottom of my slit?"

    I nodded.

    "I want you to put your index finger inside me and stroke it in and out," she instructed.

    I did as I was bid. I slowly and deliberately slipped my index finger inside of her cunt. I was surprised to discover how warm and wet she was in there. I was fascinated at the way her cunt gripped my finger, wishing it were my cock, which grew hard again. I gently pulled the digit out and put it back in a few times.

    "You don't have to be as gentle as on my clit," she told me. "Now, with your palm up I want you to bend your finger up like you are asking me to approach you."

    I bent my finger up inside her, pressing firmly against the front wall of her cunt, and rubbed it back and forth. The rain fell all around us, lightning flashing a few miles away. The thunder rolled in as I rubbed inside her cunt with my finger.

    "Oh, God, that's it, keep rubbing that spot. Press hard," she urged.

    I pressed hard up against the front wall of her cunt, at the spot she wanted me to. The interior of her fuck-hole was so soft and warm and wet. With my other hand I rubbed my hard cock through my shorts.

    "Oh, shit, that feels good," she hissed, rolling her nipples and twitching her hips.

    I continued to rub that one spot in her cunt, back and forth, side to side. I memorized the spot because she was soon gasping and bucking in ecstasy. A cool wind washed across our bodies as the rain pooled in many small puddles around the back yard.

    "I'm coming," she cried out.

    Her orgasm overtook her much faster than it had when I had been licking her clit. She moaned and groaned with pleasure. Then her cunt became extremely wet. So much so that it flowed down her ass. I was amazed but didn't really understand what I was seeing.

    She looked down her body at me and said, "Fuck me, Peter!"

    She didn't have to tell me twice. I stood up and dropped my shorts to the ground. My hard cock sprang free and I climbed back onto the chaise, kneeling down between Beth's widely spread thighs. I took my cock in my right hand and aimed it at her cunt.

    Beth reached down and took the end of my cock between her fingers. She placed the head at the entrance to her fuck-hole. Lightning flashed close by, the thunder loud as it rolled, filling my ears.

    This was the moment I had waited for. Though I wanted to savor it, I couldn't. I thrust my hips forward as if I had no control over them, sinking my cock fully into her cunt in one smooth stroke. I didn't stop until my balls nestled against the crack of her ass. My chest was pressed against her beautiful tits.

    "See how wet I am for you," she whispered to me. "You did that by rubbing my G-spot until I came all over your fucking finger."

    Her words barely registered with me. My cock was inside her. I thought I knew what to expect, but I had been unprepared for the warmth. It was like sticking my cock inside of an oven, her cunt was so hot. This was so unfamiliar to me I almost came at that moment. The other surprise was how all-encompassing the feeling of her cunt was. All of her cunt rubbed all of my cock. Her cunt gripped my cock firmly but not too tightly.

    When I regained my senses I looked down into her eyes and she said, "Now, stroke me nice and slow with your cock."

    I looked down and watched as I pulled my cock out of her cunt and then gently pressed it back in. She was so wet that I met little resistance as I sawed in and out of her. The lightning crackled and thundered all around us, but I paid it no mind. I was fucking my first cunt and it was wonderful.

    "Umm, how does that feel?" she moaned. "You like that cunt?"

    I gave her an evil little grin. Though I had imagined this moment for many years, it was so much better than I had thought it would be. I stroked my cock in and out of her wet cunt, loving the feel of her cunt lips gripping the sides of my shaft.

    "If you start to feel like you’re going to come, tell me," she instructed.

    I nodded. Though I had almost come from the warmth, I was okay. Her earlier blowjob had really done the trick. I knew I could last for a little while.

    "Faster," she urged. "Slap your hips down against me. Drive your cock deep into me. I can take it."

    I was being too gentle, so I started fucking harder and harder into her. Loving the added friction, I pounded my cock deep into her cunt over and over. The thunder rolled all around but the sound of my hips slapping down against Beth was louder.

    "Yea, that's it," she gasped. "Fuck me."

    I could smell her fuck juices as I stroked her cunt with my cock. It mixed with the smell of the rain to create an intoxicating perfume that filled my lungs as I gasped for breath. I was in heaven.

    "That's a good boy," she groaned. "Fuck that cunt." She caressed my chest and kissed my neck.

    I slapped my hips down against her, her big tits jiggling and rocking with each blow. My balls slapped against her ass again and again. I felt the familiar tingle begin in my balls. "I feel it starting," I told her.

    Beth wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled me tight against her, and said, "Stop."

    I let my cock soak deep inside her cunt. For a moment I thought I was going to come, but we both held still and the feeling began to abate. I sighed in relief because I really wanted this to last a long time.

    "Wait a little bit longer than you think you need to," she told me as she spread her legs wide again.

    I lay on top of her and waited a little bit until my cock felt comfortable but still hard. I stroked her a couple times and found that she had been right. I could go for a while longer now.

    Beth smiled up at me. "You're a fucking natural, Pete. Now fuck me hard until I come of your big hard cock."

    I rose up on my arms and jack hammered my hips against her as fast as I could, slapping her hips loudly. I looked down at the pleasure on her face as she closed her eyes and felt my cock deep inside of her. I watched her tits jiggle as I fucked her hard, jolting her body on each stroke.

    "Fuck it," Beth grunted through a grimace of pleasure. Her fingers scratched at my hips, urging me on.

    I jammed my cock into her slick cunt, over and over. The lightning struck close, rumbling loudly in my ears. If it killed me now, I'd die happy, I thought.

    "Yes, right there. Fuck me," Beth cried.

    I fucked her with all my strength. The breeze from the storm did little to cool me down as I broke out into a sweat. I breathed deep as I rammed my cock hard in and out of her clinging soft wet cunt.

    "I'm coming," Beth gasped and moaned.

    I could feel her cunt writhe and ripple around my fucking cock as her orgasm swept over her. I watched her face as she came. It was beautiful.

    "Yes," she hissed, her orgasm peaking.

    I rammed my dick deep into her and held it deep. I felt my balls tingling and I tried to stop it. But her cunt had clamped tight around my cock and was rippling and stimulating me until I couldn't hold back any longer.

    Feeling my cock expand inside her, Beth said, "Come inside me, Peter."

    The cum raced up my shaft and blasted deep inside her cunt. I gasped and shuddered, my orgasm tingling my balls, thighs, and stomach. It felt so good to cum deep into a woman. I had never imagined it could feel so good. Lightning cracked nearby, just as my first blast shot into her cunt. Then thunder echoed as my second and third blasts hit her cervix.

    "That's a good boy. Give me your cum," Beth cooed as I poured myself into her, filling her with every last drop.

    Distant thunder rolled through the neighborhood as I collapsed atop her soft body. She stroked my hair as I lay there, her big tits against my shoulders. I didn't move, savoring the feeling of my cock inside of her, until I began to deflate.

    I rose up and she looked at me. She lifted her head and kissed me tenderly on the lips as the rain stopped. Then she said, "That was wonderful, Peter. You are definitely a man now."

    A man? Yep. I had learned so much on that hot summer day in 1978. It was a long time ago but I remember everything as if it were yesterday. And those lessons? They served me very well from that day on.

    I was a man at eighteen. Beth Miller spoiled me for any teen girls. Young lasses may look perky and fit, but a woman in her thirties can ooze sexuality and virility, in far greater depths than a teen lass.

    Based on a post by The_Unicorn for Literotica.

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  • Never Have I Ever.
    Never Have I Ever.Cass finds the stud in her buddy Andrew.

    Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess. Listen to the Podcast at My first Time.



    Cassie

    gasped, jumping in her seat as the clap of thunder and splitting bolt
    of lightning across the screen lit the theater like daylight for an
    instant. In her momentary panic, she grabbed at the armrest, the fingers
    of her left hand finding instead the warm forearm of her fellow
    movie-goer and best friend, Andrew.

    Their

    met eyes for a moment, hers still wide with residual surprise and his
    glittering with amusement. With a blush for her silly panic and for the
    unexpected touch, she took her hand away, crossing her arms across her
    stomach and turning her face back to the screen.

    Recently, for reasons she couldn't entirely understand, Cassie had begun to feel awkward around Andrew.

    Too

    often she found herself blushing for small things, or giggling
    nervously, or losing the courage to do things like brush a hand through
    his hair or jump on his back for a piggy-back ride; things that a few
    months earlier she would have done without thinking.

    It

    was their stupid friend Margaret who'd started it, with her talk of
    "friends with benefits." Cassie had never considered the idea that her
    tall, gangly Andy could be, as Margaret had put it, "a certified
    hottie." They'd been friends for so long that she could no longer hold
    herself far enough away from him to be able to see him with an
    objective, appraising eye.

    Andrew's

    lips suddenly brushed her ear as he leaned over close to whisper to
    her, and she nearly jumped again. "The scary part's coming," he
    murmured, offering his shoulder as a place for her to hide her eyes.

    Ah,

    this was why she loved him so. Who else would understand how much she
    loved horror films; and how deeply they terrified her? Who would take
    the time to go to these films first without her, then come back to see
    them a second time, ready to point out all the really horrific scenes so
    that she could hide her face and not be scarred beyond belief?

    No

    doubt he would also stay with her after the movie tonight, curled in an
    uncomfortable ball on the floor next to her bed to act as her
    protector. He snored and drooled and would probably sleep through the
    apocalypse, but somehow having him there still made her feel better.

    When

    the film ended, the heroine narrowly escaping by boat as the only
    survivor, Cassie and Andrew filed out into the chilly, early autumn
    night. Cassie shivered, and Andrew dropped a friendly arm around her
    shoulders.

    "Did you like it?" Cassie asked.

    "It

    was alright. Definitely better this time than when I watched it by
    myself. Your reactions are priceless," Andrew said with a laugh.

    "I

    can't help it! I jump at the jumps, I'm scared of the scary parts;
    that's what's supposed to happen when you go see a horror movie!"

    "I wasn't complaining. I'm amused."

    "Hey, I saw you jump a little when he came out from under the shed to grab that girl's ankles."

    "Strictly for your benefit. I am never scared."

    "Oh?

    Well, good. You can stay up and keep watch tonight. Make sure no
    creepers come in my house in the middle of the night to chop me up for
    their stew."

    Andrew stifled a yawn, shaking his head. "An all-night vigil? Fat chance of that. You'd have to stay up with me."

    Immediately,

    Cassie began to think of ways she might keep him awake, each a little
    more risqué than the last, and she blushed again. What was it about him
    tonight that made her think such silly thoughts? He was joking with her,
    being her almost-brotherly friend as he always had been. The
    flirtatious edge was something she was imagining, she knew.

    "Whatever

    you want, just keep the monsters away from me!" Cassie cried with a
    melodramatic wave of her arms. She ducked out from under his arm, darted
    the last few feet to the door of his car and leapt inside.

    The

    drive to her house was quiet, each of them thinking their own private
    thoughts in companionable silence. Once they got to the house, Cassie
    began to feel again a twinge of that fear she had experienced in the
    theater. The darkness, the quiet, the sense of waiting, it unnerved her
    enough that she let Andrew lead the way through the front door, clinging
    to his arm as if that would save her if some slasher movie antagonist
    were waiting on the other side.

    "I

    don't want to go to sleep yet," Cassie said as they marched to her
    room, Andrew turning on lights as they went. "I'm all antsy. Let's play a
    game or something, huh?"

    Cassie

    had a grand total of three board games, one of which was nothing more
    than a sticky Candy Land board, devoid of any cards or playing pieces;
    there was little there with which to while away the evening hours.

    "Let's play Never Have I Ever," Cassie suggested, and Andrew shrugged, his preferred signal of acquiescence.

    They

    sat on either end of her bed, both cross-legged, facing each other and
    hugging pillows in their laps. Each of them held up all ten fingers,
    ready to play.

    "Never have I ever...read Hamlet," Andrew said by way of starting. Cassie shook her head.

    "No, that's boring!"

    "What? We always do stuff like that."

    "I

    know! Let's talk about something more fun than our reading lists and
    bodily functions." She eyed him beadily, daring him to repeat his
    disgusting scatological comments from the last time they'd played this
    game.

    "Like what?"

    "Like..."

    Cassie considered and discarded a dozen suggestions instantly, filing
    them away as either too mild or far too dirty. "Like, never have I ever
    kissed someone below the chin."

    "Really, never?"

    "Never ever."

    "I'm

    not putting a finger down for that. It's dumb. You can't seriously have
    gotten to be nearly twenty years old and never done that."

    "But I haven't!"

    "Come

    here. Kiss me right here on the neck, and then think of another one."
    He was laughing, but he did lean forward and pull his shirt away from
    the side of his neck, clearly intending for her to follow through.

    With

    another blush; would they never stop?; she bent and pressed her lips
    quickly to the spot where his neck met his shoulder. It was brief, but
    she was still pleasantly surprised by how warm his skin was there.

    "Alright, now think of a better one than that," Andrew said with another laugh, sitting back.

    "I can't think of anything. You say one."

    "Alright, fine. Never have I ever...made out with a hot girl who was sober."

    It was Cassie's turn to laugh. "Wait, how many drunk hot girls have you made out with?"

    "Just one, but she was scorching."

    "Oh,

    prettier than me, huh?" She meant it as a joke, but her tone fell a
    little short of the levity she was going for, and she ended up sounding a
    great deal more jealous than she felt.

    "Well, no, I mean, not prettier than you, per se..."

    Cassie gave him her most dramatic look of mock-hurt. "You don't think I'm pretty, Andrew?"

    "Are you kidding? You're beautiful, Cass. But you're...you know...you're Cassie."

    A

    jolt of something like fear, but entirely not, shot through Cassie's
    stomach. He'd never said that before, that she was beautiful. True, he'd
    qualified it, but at the same time...he thought she was beautiful. Her
    face warmed.

    "I'm

    tempted to make you make out with me and pick another one, just because
    you were so obnoxious about mine," Cassie said, laughing.

    Andrew laughed once, but then his smile became something decidedly more inviting.

    "Oh,

    really? That wasn't obnoxious. I was merely pointing out that there are
    things in this life that you should have done in your teenage years."

    "And

    making out with a girl with no alcohol involved is definitely something
    you should have done. I still have another couple months before I'm out
    of my teens. You've missed the boat already! Anything you do now is
    necessary just to catch up."

    "So

    you think I should have done...this?" He rolled up onto his hands and
    knees, which put his face directly in front of hers, an inch or two
    away. After a pause, their lips touched, and in her surprise at the
    suddenness of it she broke the kiss to suck in a startled breath.

    He

    backed away a couple of inches, thinking he'd startled her
    unpleasantly, but Cassie followed him, leaning forward until they were
    separated by a mere sliver of air. Andrew kissed her again, softly at
    first, but then inspiration seemed to strike, and he sat up a little,
    putting his hands on either side of her face to hold her to him. When he
    finally released her, both of them were breathing a little harder, eyes
    a little wide, movements a little uncertain.

    "So,"

    Andrew said, clearing his throat and sitting back. "So, I guess I can't
    use that one anymore. Unless you've been drinking, of course?" Still
    too stunned to react properly to his comic jabs, she merely shook her
    head. "I thought not. You're not alcoholic enough to sneak a flask into a
    movie theater. Well, is it your turn to think of one, then, or are you
    going to make me go again?"

    "I,

    um..." Cassie shook her head a little, cleared her throat. "Well, let's
    see. Never have I ever..." She thought of the moment earlier when
    Andrew had pulled his shirt back from his neck, showing off the lovely,
    muscled shoulders he was secretly proud of. She wondered if the rest of
    him was as nice as his shoulders. "Never have I ever seen any of my
    friends naked."

    Andrew's eyebrows shot up. "What, you've never been in a locker room before?"

    "When would I have been in a locker room?" Cassie laughed. She was not the athletic sort, as Andrew was well aware.

    "Still, never? Like, you've never gone streaking, skinny dipping, changed in front of each other, anything?"

    Cassie

    shook her head, grinning. Andrew stood up next to the bed. "Well, I
    can't let that go unchanged. Seriously, nudity among friends; it's a
    rite of passage!"

    He

    seized the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head, dumping it
    unceremoniously on the floor before going to work on his belt. Cassie
    watched with a mixture of horrified amazement that he was actually
    stripping naked in her bedroom, laughable discomfort because it was
    Andrew, and a growing appetite for the new perspective she was gaining
    on him, this thought of him as a real, handsome, sexy boy; not just her
    buddy Andrew.

    His

    pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them, standing awkwardly in
    his boxers for a moment before seizing the waistband and tugging those
    down to his ankles, too. Cassie couldn't help but stare; she'd never
    seen any boy totally naked, and here was a very fine specimen of man,
    standing in front of her with much less self-consciousness than she
    would have expected.

    After a moment, he bent to pull his boxers and pants back on, but Cassie protested.

    "Aw,

    you're going to put it all back on?" she asked jokingly. "Here I
    thought you were going to play the rest of the game that way."

    Shrugging,

    Andrew sat back at the end of the bed as he had been, with the notable
    difference that he was now stark naked. "This hardly seems fair."

    "What do you mean?"

    "I'm totally hanging free here, and you're still bundled up like a nun. A little reciprocation would be fair, don't you think?"

    Cassie shuddered at the idea of Andrew seeing her naked. She was self-conscious enough about seeing herself in the mirror.

    But

    Andrew was staring at her expectantly, and she knew he would play along
    no more without this quid pro quo. She stood nervously, then pulled her
    shirt up over her head, dropping it beside her. Andrew just watched,
    expressionless except for his small smile, so she carried on.

    Her

    skirt followed her shirt to the floor, and then with a deep breath she
    unclasped her bra in the back and dropped that onto the pile as well.
    Without looking at Andrew, and with a face undoubtedly colored like a
    beet, she slipped her panties off, sliding them down her long bare legs
    and kicking them off onto the pile of discarded clothes.

    Andrew's

    eyes took in every inch of her nudity, and he sighed; she thought she
    heard him say "Cass" under his breath. When his eyes trailed back up to
    meet hers, he smiled. "And now neither of us can use that one."

    Cassie sat back down, a little closer to Andrew this time, their knees touching. "It's your turn."

    Andrew

    hadn't taken his eyes away from her yet, and still didn't as he
    answered without hesitation, "Never have I ever touched every inch of a
    girl's naked body." His hands were already reaching out to touch her
    shoulders, trail along her leg, cup her face. Grabbing her legs, he
    pulled her farther down on the bed so that she could fit lying down
    without hitting her head on the headboard. He took her face in his hands
    and kissed her sweetly.

    "Andrew!" Cassie cried in a voice that was half a laugh when they paused to breathe. "What are you doing?"

    "Not sure yet," Andrew said absently, tucking her hair behind her ears and kissing her soundly.

    Cassie

    could feel her heart beating in every extremity; had she ever been able
    to feel every inch of her hypersensitive skin the way she could now?
    Andrew did not stop kissing her as his hands fell away from her face,
    slipped down her neck and gently ran over her tits to her stomach. When
    his thumbs grazed over her nipples, a shock wave ran down through her
    torso, straight to that soft, dark place between her legs. She had never
    been as aware of that spot as she was at that instant.

    Andrew

    was kneeling over her now as she lay back on the bed, and in their
    mutual nudity it was impossible for him to hide his body's appreciation
    of this turn of events. His erection brushed against her thigh as he
    shifted, and she tensed, the unfamiliarity suddenly overwhelming her.

    The kissing stopped immediately; Andrew sat back, concern on his face. "Is this okay? Are you-- I mean, is this too weird?"

    "No,

    no," she assured him, and she meant it. All this felt surprisingly
    natural, even as quickly as it was moving; as if this was the most
    obvious and right state for them to be in, and everything they had been
    and done before had been awkward and unsatisfying. "Please come back."

    He

    acquiesced with a vengeance, the force of his kiss pinning her to the
    bed as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and grasped the back of
    his neck with the other. When he suddenly moved to change positions, he
    almost lifted her off the bed in his enthusiasm as she clung to him. She
    admired for a moment the powerful muscles of his abdomen and lower body
    when he sat up on his knees to shift, putting himself between her legs.

    She

    was unbelievably, overwhelmingly aroused, almost to the point of
    discomfort; she could feel the slickness of her own juices between her
    thighs as she moved over on the bed to center herself, and when she
    spread her legs apart to give Andrew a place to kneel, the cold air of
    the room was a shock on her wet flesh.

    Andrew's

    hands were on her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on the skin of
    her stomach as his kisses began to trail downward; along her neck,
    across her collarbone, up the mound of her tit. His mouth closed over
    one nipple, his tongue moving torturously slowly in a narrowing spiral
    around it, ending at last in a fierce, cat-tongue lick and a small,
    playful nip.

    The

    muscles in Cassie's stomach tightened suddenly, jerking her, forcing a
    small gasp out from between her lips. Andrew smiled against her skin.

    One

    hand slid away from her hip, along the outside of her leg, fingers
    dragging lazily across the skin of her thigh. He folded his hand so that
    only his index finger pressed against her skin as he worked his way
    back up, running it along between her legs as she squirmed. At length,
    his finger found the already wet-slick folds of her nether lips, teasing
    them apart and sliding from her clit to her drenched opening.

    Her

    fingers tightened on the skin of his back, her mouth dropping open; it
    seemed suddenly as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the room, and the
    lack made her deliciously dizzy. He pulled back from her a little,
    watching her face as his finger slid up and down slowly.

    She

    couldn't get enough of his face, especially the tiny smile, like he had
    a secret and was going to tell her in little pieces, stretched out over
    the night. There was something strange and thrilling about watching him
    touch her; he seemed to waver between being the Andrew she'd always
    known and trusted more than anyone else in the world, and a completely
    different man, surprisingly sexy, totally aware of what she wanted and
    needed and ached for.

    "Is this really happening?"

    She

    didn't realize she'd spoken the words aloud until Andrew paused in his
    finger's ministrations and bent to bury his face in her neck, whispering
    between kisses, "It must be, unless we're both sharing the best dream
    I've ever had."

    He

    sat up, eyes on her body like he was trying to memorize it. His hand
    started to move again, faster, his fingertip teasing her clit and
    sending alarmingly powerful jolts of pleasure through her body. Her toes
    and fingers were going numb in waves of tingles. She was blazing hot
    inside; her skin ought to be steaming in the air of the room.

    And

    at the core of her, so close to his hand, she began to feel an almost
    unbearable emptiness, as if he'd stolen a piece of her and he alone
    could return it. She closed her eyes, concentrated. She was so empty;
    she was a shell made only of feverish skin, holding nothing but this
    raging inferno and a desperate, gaping vacancy.

    "I need you," she breathed, her eyes slitting open to see him. "Now. Please."

    He

    met her eyes, his forehead creasing as he posed the silent question:
    Are you sure? She was beginning to feel frantic, something akin to panic
    filling her chest. Reaching up, she grasped his shoulders, letting her
    urgency show in the tightness of her grip, tugging him down where he
    could kiss her.

    For

    the length of several long kisses, he just lay against her, and Cassie
    realized a new level of pleasure as she reveled in the buttery
    smoothness of his skin on hers, the solidity of his muscles as he held
    his weight just off of her, the unbelievable warmth between their two
    bodies.

    And

    then she slid her hands from his shoulders to his waist, her eyes
    meeting his, wordlessly begging him to end the torturous wait and take
    her as they both clearly wanted. He complied eagerly, shifting, aligning
    himself with her slit.

    In

    a moment of sober clarity, she allowed herself to realize what was
    happening. This was her virginity, that part of her that was hers to
    grant; she'd been holding onto this, guarding it carefully for nearly
    twenty years; would she give it away here, suddenly, without pause for
    thought or consideration for anything but how perfect the moment felt?

    Andrew

    watched her, his eyes burning with his readiness, incredible patience
    on his face. She could see that he would wait until the anxiety cleared
    from her face again, until she asked him again to fill that space. She
    could see that he would stop altogether at a word, even with every cell
    in both of their bodies calling for them to come together in every way.

    Who

    better to experience this with? Who would she ever trust so implicitly?
    Her apprehension evaporated, and she smiled up at him. She lifted her
    hips, the tip of his cock pressing against her flesh, the slit widening
    to allow the head inside. He hadn't gone far when an obvious resistance
    stopped their motion.

    He

    leaned into her harder by a fraction, and she gasped at the shock of
    warning pain. It was so unlike any pain she'd ever felt; not terrible or
    unbearable, just so intensely personal. Her body was shrieking,
    intruder! Invader! Internal alarms everywhere were insisting that she do
    something to stop this thing from entering her.

    But

    a larger part of her saw more clearly. This was Andrew. She wanted him
    inside her. She wanted him in her and on her and against her. So she
    relaxed her legs, which had tensed and tried to close. They dropped
    wider suddenly, and Andrew's weight carried him into her.

    Her

    head jerked back of its own volition, her breath hissing out from
    between her teeth as her flesh gave, tearing a path for him.

    "Are

    you okay?" Andrew said, concern coloring his voice and face. She held a
    finger to her lips as she panted for a moment, absorbing the newness.

    The

    pain had flared intensely for a second or two, but it soon faded to
    almost nothing; she nodded, giving him a wavering smile. Her hands
    tightened on his waist and she pulled him forward, drawing him deeper
    into her.

    He

    was stretching her, occupying her, invading completely her most
    personal space. She knew, logically, that he was leaving her in control,
    ready in a moment to abandon this experiment if she even hinted that it
    was too much for her. But there was this helpless feeling of giving him
    control of her body, granting him permission to use it however he saw
    fit, that was at once frightening and luscious.

    Eventually, he was fully within her, and she let out the breath she'd been holding in an airy groan, echoed by Andrew.

    He

    was filling her up; she could feel her skin stretched around him,
    hugging his member like they were made for each other, and it was the
    most perfect feeling in the world. Andrew lay down on top of her,
    wrapping her up in his arms and squeezing her against his chest.

    "Oh

    my god," he said, and she nodded. He seemed content just to hold her,
    but her hips were already moving in tiny, shallow circles without her
    commanding it, her body agitating for some friction.

    Every

    minute movement she made was purest pleasure, making her aware of parts
    of herself she had never imagined could feel this good. And then he
    moved. Just a small motion, pulling himself out of her an inch or two,
    but the feeling was ten times more intense than anything she'd
    experienced before. Still moving slowly, he pushed back into her
    completely, and a tsunami of heat and intensity crashed over her body.
    Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

    "God,

    Andrew, it's--" She didn't finish the sentence, as he had just thrust
    into her again, but she wasn't sure how she would have finished it
    anyway. English didn't have a single synonym for "good" that could
    possibly be strong enough to describe this.

    He

    grabbed her tighter, crushing her to him, and picked up the pace,
    breathing hard against her neck. She was barely aware that she was
    moaning with each exhalation, releasing sound in a vain attempt to
    relieve some of the pressure that was building in her with each plunge.

    Suddenly,

    impatiently, Andrew sat up, abruptly changing the angle of his
    thrusting and setting a new, blistering pace. Cassie's moans changed
    pitch as he pulled out of her almost completely, then drove his full
    length back into her, every inch rubbing against that small spot inside
    that sent a ripple of electricity along her spine and flooded her with
    warmth. Again and again he did it, and her cries were getting more
    desperate as her body began to buzz.

    His

    thrusts were growing wilder, his pace unmanageable. Her blood was
    pounding in her veins to the beat of his hips pounding against hers. Her
    vision faded to black; she thought she might lose consciousness. The
    building heat and pressure was unbearable. She could never endure these
    waves and waves and waves of pleasure, and her heart and lungs seemed to
    be expanding so she couldn't even take in a breath. Her entire body was
    so tense her muscles were screaming, and just when she thought she'd
    pass out or burst into flame; she orgasmed, so hard her body was rolling
    as first her back tightened and arched, then her abs jerked her
    forward, repeatedly.

    "Andrew!"

    she half-groaned, half-screamed. There were no intelligible thoughts in
    her head, just Andrew, and perfection, and pleasure beyond imagining.
    He was still inside her as she shuddered around him, and the look of
    almost-pain on his face became abruptly ecstasy, and then shock.

    "Oh!"

    he shouted, jerking his hips away from her and up so that he came on
    her stomach and leg, his body tensing again and again, his mouth
    dropping open and eyes drifting shut. "Oh, dear god."

    He

    knelt, shoulders sagging, breathing like a marathon runner after a
    race, for a long moment before glancing sheepishly up at her. She
    grabbed his hand in both of hers and pulled him down next to her,
    kissing him with quiet intensity. They lay just like that for several
    minutes, breathing in each other's faces, eyes closed, recovering.

    At length, Andrew rolled onto his back next to her, putting all ten fingers in the air. "It's your turn," he said with a grin.

    Cassie

    laughed and put her own fingers up. She studied Andrew's flushed face
    for a few seconds before speaking. "Never have I ever fallen totally in
    love with my best friend."

    They eyed each other, both smiling secretive, tight-lipped smiles, as they each put down a finger.

    Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, for Literotica.

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About My First Time

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Tales of experiencing that first time. Some of them may be true.