The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 9

Harvest Boasting

By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Annie’s new swim mate

Her Story

(The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in December 1844, the antebellum South. It is a harvest celebration. The language used is authentically Southern from the time period. All of the characters mentioned herein are between 18 and 21 years of age. This is the first of a series of stories told from both the female and the male perspectives.)

Friday night finally arrived. East Louisianans from far and near showed up for the celebration, some with slaves in tow. The Leone's, the Bannisters, the Greens, the Thompkins, the Jenkins, the Mullins, the Gastons, the Harknesses and a plethora of other farm families showed up along with various riff raff, drunks and drifters looking for a good time. Or a fight. The Harvest Dance attracted attendees from all walks of life.

Annie Leone quickly gathered up her Pussy Posse, Gretchen Thompkins, Mary Lynn and Polly Lynn Bannister, Janice Leone and Fanny Harkness, and set out to flame the neighborhood.

As per usual with such an egalitarian collection of hens, the gossip and the braggadocio superceded all other considerations.

Janice Leone: "Fanny Harkness! You fabulous hussy, you! I hear tell you did it to my brother the other Sunday. In the church basement! He said he made you pee on the floor!"

Fanny Harkness: "If he told you that, he's a lie and the truth ain't in him. I might've did it to him but I ain't peed. I told that melonhead not to say nuttin' about that, anyway. I lay he won't be gettin' nary nuther drop of my cunt, or it'll be 'Katie bar the door!'"

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

Fanny: "Jimmy's too slow. I practically offered it to him and he ain't took the bait. What've I gotta do, hitch my skirt up and cock it up in his face?"

Janice: "Well, you ain't gotta drop no hints with Jake. You could have three pairs of bloomers on and that lunkhead could sniff you out if you crossed your legs in church. He might be quick on the draw, but he knows his cooch."

Polly Lynn Bannister: "Quick on the draw? I hear tell he cain't last a minute. 'Specially if its fresh. Like mine."

Annie Leone: "Did you say fresh? Like your’n? That ain't what Prescott Gaston says."

Polly Lynn: " Prescott Gaston is a lie. I ain't give him none."

Gretchen: "But you said,"

Polly Lynn: "Shut up, Gretch."

Annie: " Prescott says he give you the poke at the Revival meetin'. And he says you is the one that was quick."

Polly Lynn (relenting on her obvious lie): " Prescott said, ? Oh, yeah. I'd forgot about that. Musta didn't make much of a impression. And why are you talkin' to Prescott about me for? What business is it of your'n?"

Annie: "I give him some the other week, that's why. I ain't a-feared to say it. He said he's got a big un, bigger'n a blackie. I wanted to try him out."

(All the girls tittered at this startling admission.)

Polly Lynn: "So you give him some. How'd you know I ain't wanted a follow up? Maybe I had him down as my possible. 'Polly Lynn Gaston.' That sounds good to me."

Annie: "You're saving yourself for my brother Benny and you know it. Your parents and my parents have been tryin' to hook up our boys with you and Mary Lynn for the longest."

Polly Lynn: "Benny is three years younger than me. I ain't studyin' about no Benny."

Fanny (ignoring Polly's second lie): "Was he bigger'n a blackie, Annie?"

Janice: "Yeah, Annie. Give us the details. And why am I only hearing about this now? You bad thing! You was supposed to tell me about this five minutes after it happened!"

Annie: "If I give out the details, we ALL has to pungle, okay? Every slippin' cunt in this room has to 'fess up to something. I know ever' last one of you heffahs is done did sump'n that nobody knows about 'ceptin' you and the cock you had up between your legs. It ain't like we don't know each other. And the stories don't leave this room, like always. Deal?"

She waved her pinky finger in the air to signify absolute confidentiality. All the girls present locked pinky fingers in solemn agreement. These secretive gossip sessions always devolved into cunt measuring contests.

Annie's Story

"Okay, so here's what happened. You know my Pa let me ride with him down to the river when we was totin' the tobacky crop to the boat. It was me and Benny and Gabby's husband Buck and two or three other blackies we brung along to do the work. You was there, Fanny. I saw you but you ain't see me. Well, the Gastons was there, too. I seen Prescott with 'em and I figured "Why not?", you know? He's always wearin' those tight work trousers so's girls can see his cock loungin' down his leg. He's real proud of it. So I give him the side-eye and a little hip shimmy. You know how I do. I woulda give him the cheek poke, but I ain't wanted him to think I wanted to suck his cock. I did want to, actually. Who wouldn't? But I ain't wanted him to know it straight off like that. A girl's gotta be what you call "discreet", you know? So I give him the shimmy and I wandered away from my family kinda casual, like, so's no one would notice. I went out behind the slave’s outhouse and I was gonna wait for him there, but it stunk to high heaven and I ain't think I could hold my breath and ride a cock at the same time. So I sneaked off into the woods apiece. I got behind a tree and peeked out. Sure enough, here comes Prescott, like a hound dog on the scent. He seen me and I took off deeper into the woods, with him hot on my trail. I warn't skeered of him. I jist ain't wanted no busy bodies to come sneakin' up and catched us with his cock up my ass. They wouldn't-a said nuthin' 'bout Prescott, of course, but Lawdy, they'd-a said sump'n 'bout me.

"So we run off about a quarter mile or so. Hopped a coupla streams. I looked back and couldn't see Pa or nobody followin' us. I had one 'o them ankle skirts on so the brambles wouldn't scratch me up. So we come to a little clearing next to a pond. So I says to him, I says: "Why are you followin' me, Prescott Gaston? I come out here to pee; I don't know what you thought. An' I ain't a-fixin' to squat an' squirt in front of you." Don't you know he pulled his cock out right there and flumped it up against his leg? Then he took it back in his hand and peed a circle 'round my feet! Told me that if I stepped outside the circle I was a blackie lover. I started to tell him that the onliest reason I give him the shimmy is I heard he had a blackie cock. He woulda liked that. But I ain't actually say it. I jist looked at his cock like it was the purtiest thing I'd seen in a coon's age (they like it when you do that) an' I told him it beat all the blackies I'd seen by a mile. So I swallowed real hard and I asked him if I could touch it. He stepped right 'cross that pee circle and put it dead smack in my hand!

"Soon's I touched it, it got hard. Didn't spill another drop of pee, jist pronged straight up. Boi-yoi-yoi-yoi-yoing! And yeah, he gots a big un. 'Lem inches, if I had to guess. He might have a inch on Benny, maybe two, three inches on Jakie. He ain't no Charlie Nelson, if that's what you want to know. But for a white man he's right up there. And fat? It ain't no word for it. Felt like I was holdin' a oak log. An' I could smell it, too. Smelt like, I dunno how to describe it. You know how a cock smells all sweaty sometimes, musky like a armpit, but you can smell stale old cunt oozin' off of it? An' doodoo, too, because he's been shovin' it up some heffah's poop chute? His cock just smelt used, you know? well used. You want a cock to smell like that mostwise cause it usually means it's broke in good and won't seize up before it can do right by a good piece 'o ass. You jist don't wanna suck it right off of the bat because it stinks, you know? You wanna grease it up with your own puss before you put it in your mouth, because you don't know where it's been. I dunno. Maybe you might like to suck a un-pussed cock. I like to scrub 'em up in my fur before I'll put my mouth on it. Seasoning, you know. That's just me.

"So what's the first thing he does? He puts both his hands on my shoulders and starts giving me the pressdown! He wants me to bend the knee and slob the knob! So I says to him, I says, "Hold your horses, there, Prescott Gaston! Just 'cause I let you put it in my hand don't mean I'm-a let you put it in my mouth. I dunno what you think this is, but my mouth ain't the place for your stinkin' ole poker.

"So he goes, "Thad Johnson says you sucked his'n." Thad Johnson! (You know they're cousins.) I was so mad! You 'member that time I told y'all I let Thad run his finger up my cooch? Well, his finger was so skinny I figured his cock couldn't a-been much bigger. I even showed him how to run his thumb up my puss and his middle finger up my bunghole simultaneous, but even that didn't do the trick (he had them long fingernails, like a girl, and he scratched me), so when he pulled his cock out I give him the shoulder and I run off. That Thad Johnson. This mug had the nerve to say I sucked his cock!

"So I go, "I ain't never in this life sucked no Thad Johnson's cock. And if you believe his lies you can jist turn around and scooch your swingin' cock right back to camp." See, I knowed he'd already give Polly the full measure from the back. And I figured he'd turn me around and go north in both my "down there" holes, too. I wasn't wearin' any bloomers. All he had to do was lift up my skirt. If he'd-a got past both them steamy pipes, I'd-a blew him, sure. What, is his the first cock I sucked?

"So I stepped right across his little pee fence and started to make my way home. I figured he was gon' call me a blackie lover anyway, and it ain't like none-a us ain't had a blackie cock up in us from time to time. It's just that we has to deny it to our menfolk. So bein' a blackie lover ain't the worst thing in the world, less'n we get big and end up dropping a li'l niglet. You know?

"But danged if my cunny warn't deadset agin the plan! She seen that big ole purple pole and set her mind right then and there! It was like I was walking one way and my cunny was draggin' me backwards so's she could get one ride in, at least! She got to moistin' and drippin'. Ever' step I took jist made me sloshier and sloshier.

"I looked back and he's jist a-standin' there, hands on his hips, cock pronged up in the air like a flagpole. And you know what? I could still smell it! From twenty, thirty feet away! It was like those pies that Ma sets out on the windowsill to cool. It was call’n' me, girls! Seemed like a mist was oozin' off it and draggin' me back by my nostrils. And the worst of it was, He knew it. I could see it in his eyes.

"Finally, I jist slowed down and give up. It warn't no use. My head was a-swimming, all fogged up with cock scent. My cunny was floatin' in juice. We was gon' be down to the boat dock for three days. This might be my onliest chance to cool her off. I stopped dead in my tracks and I stood there. I was fightin' it. Lawd knows I was fightin' it! My mind said to take one more step and get a-goin'. But my legs was locked up. Wouldn't move a tap! Seemed like I stood there for an age.

"It took me awhile but I finally looked back to him. Slowly, I scooched my skirt up to show him my ass. I says to him, "You better come and get it quick afore I change my mind." Did he run over, ass over teakettle, like any man with any sense would-a done? No! He strolled over. Took his time. And girls? His cock ain't wobbled one iota. His body was movin', but his cock homed in on my cunny like it was already attached with a tight rope. Hard ain't the word for it. It was made of stone! Polly ain't lied about that much.

"I only felt the slam when he was all the way in. Then he pulled it out so fast I couldn't get any swirl. He fucked me like I was his dog, 'ceptin' we was standin' up.

"Finally, I couldn't take it no more. He was just humpin' me. Didn't have the decency to give me a reacharound. And my clit's just a-bulgin' out, like Janice's, only not as big.

"So I give him the push, you know, just put my hand against his chest to suggest a drier hole. It was right there. 'N I was ready, too. Did he pay attention to the push? You betchu he didn't. Just kept poundin' away. You cain't be subtle with some blackies. He wasn't pickin' up the clues! So I let him keep on for another minute or two. His eyes was rollin' in his head, but he warn't near 'bout ready to cum.

"So finally I says to him, I says; "Prescott! Put it up my ass. Change up! Jeez!" This seemed to shake him up. I ain't really wanted him to put it up my ass, but sometimes you get so slippery your cunny won't do the trick. Don't act like this is your first time hearing this. I knows you ho's only too well. Anyway, he pulled it out and put it right up to the opening to my doodihole, quick as you please. Slipped it right in! I says to myself, I says: "What the farmer's daughter?", you know, because my cooch is one thing but my ass is another. Ain't nobody slipped up my poop chute that easy. My ass is tight. Anyone'll tell you that much. Those that's been up there'll tell you I can make a pinky finger cum simply by squeezin' my ass cheeks up. And this boy goes all the way up with his knotty pole in one go? Sump'ns wrong right there. And now here he comes with the doggy hump again.

"Well, I was too thru. But what could I do? He had me locked in. Usually it takes some time for a fella to start pile driving me when he goes deep south like that. Prescott ain't missed a beat. He's grippin' me by my hips an' pulling me back an' forth along his pole. He's jist a-slammin' me. I ain't gon' lie, it felt good. I'm thinkin' to myself: "How'd Prescott get this big ole sausage whilst his cousin Thad only gots that dinky pinky?"

(Here Polly interrupted her)

Polly: "I thought you said you ain't never had none-a Thad's cock?"

Annie: "I lied. I give him some just the once. Don't tell Gabby. I bet you I won't give him no more. His cock ain't worth a good pussy fart. In fact, if you fart on him with your cunny, he might slip out!"

All the girls guffawed at the mental image this insult evoked. Annie continued:

"Anyway, me and Prescott kept a-goin'. I still had my dress on. My titties was a-floppin' and I got to sweatin' from my forehead an' my armpits. I looked down and I had these great big half-moon sweat stains in my white blouse. You know the ones; all of us has had 'em. But it comes from working 'round the house, you know? How'm I gon' explain these big-ass armpit sweat stains to my Pa? I ain't been out loadin' tobacky. The blackies done that. Of course, my skirt would cover up my puss and the after-drip, but he's gonna wonder what I been doin' that caused my pits to sweat up. It ain't summer time; it's harvest.

"So now I'm trying to come up with a cover story. Meanwhile, Prescott is still rakin' my doodihole over the coals. I'm not payin' much attention 'cause, of course, I'm worryin' about what my Pa is gonna say about these sweat stains. He'll come to his own conclusions and he's prol'ly gon' be right. You don't get sweat stains from goin' out in the woods to pee. You get sweat stains from fuck’n'. My Pa ain't stupid. (Well, he still thinks I'm a virgin. But that don't mean he's stupid. A lotta your Pa's think you ain't fucked nobody, neither, and not one of you heffahs has seen hide nor hair of your cunny cover flap since you was ten years old.)

"All-of-a-sudden, like, Prescott slows down. I almost didn't notice. What I did notice is his cock started gettin' soft. He cum in me! Shot his load, and now he's strugglin' to get it up agin afore I locked it up and pushed him out!

"Now I'm really put out. We'd both got to stay out in the woods until these sweat stains dried. I knew that much. And I ain't cum yet! Long as I ain't bust my nuts, I'm gon' continue to sweat. That's jist natural. I couldn't figure out how long it would take my pits to dry, but I knew I was gon' bust my nuts, sweaty pits or not. And this blackie is strugglin' to keep his cock up!

"I knew it was time for me to take charge. First thing I did was, I hopped my happy hips up off his shriveled old peter rabbit. I was gon' get mine and I ain't needed to sit about and chitchat whilst he got his stremff back.

"Next, I stripped off my blouse and hung it over a tree branch to dry. I stripped off my skirt, too, just in case he shot it up with his nasty jizz. Now I'm a-standing there, buck-nekkid, titties all wagglin' out, doodihole jist a-drippin'. I look over at Prescott. He looks like he jist finished a ten-mile run. He's a-standin' there, hands on his knees, huffin' for air. His cock is hangin' straight down, danglin' like a ribbon in the wind. It warn't near about as hard as it was before it went in. It looked like it was gaspin' for air, too. He gives me a laugh; you know how they'll laugh and try an' play it off when they cum too quick. Like I'm supposed to laugh right along with him. And it's my cunny that's left wantin'.

"I could feel his jizz oozin' out of my ass, drippin' down my thighs. I reached back and scooped up a handful of the stuff an' I flung it into the trees. I flung another handful with my other hand.

"You know how, sometimes, when they cum too quick they'll want to give you the pressdown and make you suck they cocks till it gets hard again? I wasn't havin' that shit. Not tuh-day! No, girls, lemme tell you what I did.

"I says to him, I says, "Git down here. On your back." At first he acted like he wasn't gon' do it. But I give him the stink eye and puffed up my lips real firm so's he knew I meant business. What's he gon' do? He's the one sloppied me up an' ain't waited for me to nut. Like I'm gon' run all the way out in the woods an' come back without gettin' my nuts shriveled up, too? He musta had me confused with somebody else.

"So once I had him splayed out on the ground I stepped up to him real sultry-like. I jist stood there, makin' him wonder what I was gonna do with his floppy cock, if I was gon' do anything at all. Truth is, I ain't had no plans at all for his cock. Chile? I wanted that tongue.

"I stepped across his face an' I lowered my cunny down real slow so he could get a good look and a even better whiff. Lower and lower I went till my cunny was right smack in his face. He closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out.

"Pretty soon he stopped strugglin' and started in to lickin', like I wanted. Back lick, baby! I looked back over my shoulder an' his cock was hard again! Boi-yoi-yoi-yoi-yoing! But I ain't wanted his cock just now. He had his chance. Now I'm givin' him a different chance, and he better not muck it up. Don't you know he firmed his tongue up and ran that mug straight up my poop chute as far as it would go? I clenched on it quick, too quick, and forced it out. Not deliberate, you understand, because it felt good. So I relaxed and let him poke his tongue up there again.

"Don't you wish, sometimes, that they tongues was as long as they cocks? He's got his tongue just inside my rim an' I'm wanting him to go deeper. But his tongue just warn't long enough! It tickled me real good, but I wanted him to pound me with it. Ever' time I got to slammin' his face his tongue slipped out. I ain't liked that at all. So pretty soon I jist settled for the swirl. I rubbed my doodihole round and round 'cross his mouth, real fast like. That felt pretty good. I figured I could cum like that.

"He ain't seemed to mind lickin' up his own jizz, neither. Some of 'em complain about it, but I don't know why. They want us to suck it down like it was mother's milk. But they don't want a'ry bit of it on they own tongues. I firmed my ass cheeks up and squeezed out all the jizz I could. It wasn't no shortage of it, you can bet on that. I don't mind swallowin' jizz. I've gotten used to it. I know some-a you heffahs claim it tastes funny. But if you gulp it down real quick you won't taste nothin'. I'm jist givin' Prescott a taste of his own medicine.

had a 'lem inch cock like Prescot's an' I shoved that mug right down his throat!

"All of a sudden I got this warm feeling, you know, that feeling you get right before you bust a big, steamy nut, all bright and tingly and fuzzy? And his tongue was all the way up my puss an' my clit was throbbin' against his nose. My cunny lips was spread wide across his mouth and his face was all slicked up with jizz. An' I'm humpin' him fast, like a bumble bee on fire, an' the lights is flashing behind my eyeballs, an' my toes are squinchin' up, an' my titties are floppin' about ever' whichaway. Polly? I don't give a hoot about no 'lem inch cock. That boy can suck some cunny, you hear me?

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

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

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

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

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

He Said

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy: "It better not be Gretchen."

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

Tommy: "Mary Lynn?"

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

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

 Prescott: "It was Annie."

Jake: "My cousin Annie?"

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

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

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

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

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

 Prescott Gaston's Tale

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

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

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

"But I digress," Prescott continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But no!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Post log

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

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

 By Bardot1990 for Literotica.