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.
