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.