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.
