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.