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Janice Leone describes how it feels getting monster fucked. By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. My name is Janice. The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in 1844. Mary Lynn, Gretchen, Annie, & Polly Lynn were sitting with me at the wedding reception for Abby. The girls had sex on their minds and imagined what Abby's wedding night might be like, tonight.  After several tawdry comments, Mary Lynn turned to me and said; "Janice, tell us 'bout Blue again. I don't know how you do it. I couldn't get a dick that big up in me without a shoe horn an' a brick!"Gretchen: "Yeh, Janice, tell us! I still cain't get over how you said you warn't never gunna get you a woodpile slave. An' now you got the best one!" Annie: "I dunno that he's the best one. He might be the biggest one. I still say that Charlie Nelson can fuck rings around jist about anybody I know, white or black. That boy can work it!" Janice: "Well, I ain't tested Charlie out yet." Annie: "It ain't like I ain't offered you the chance." Janice: "You mean that time down to your pond? When Abby took my turn? I warn't ready then. I warn't broke in good. You knew that. You wuz tryin' to get me to do sump'n I warn't ready for. I'll try him now, though. I'm good an' broke in now, some might say." Mary Lynn: "Tell us, Janice! Is you done did to him lately?" Janice: "Yeah. We done it yesterday. Cain't you see I'm walkin' funny?" Polly Lynn: "I noticed. I ain't wanna say nuthin." Janice: "Well, if you'd had your legs cocked open for a hour an' a half an' a big ole elephant trunk snappin' in your cunt, you'd be walkin' funny, too." Gretchen: "A hour an' a half?" Janice: "If I'm lyin', I'm flyin." Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Dang." Polly Lynn: "Did you make him lick you? That's the part I wanna hear." Janice: "He licked me. Front and back. An' I licked him, too." Jennie: "He give you a back lick?" Janice: "Of course. He's grown. He ain't like our biddy li'l boys what don't want to go the full measure. He licked me clean." Jennie: "Front and back? Janice: "Yep. Front, back, knees, pits, toes, taint and titties. I ain't no li'l girl no more. What? You think he spent the whole hour'n a half humpin' my cunt? I'd be dead! An' so would you, for that matter. Ain't I told you he got a elephant trunk in his pants?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "The full measure! Wow!" Janice: "Do you want me to tell the story or don't you?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Do tell; Do tell!" Janice: "Okay. So you know my Pa an' my brother come to town early to help with the dance setup, right? That left me and my Ma home alone. So I'm lying in my bed an' it occurs to me that I ain't had none in a few days. I could tell because my cunny had got hot and achy, an' that only happens when she ain't, well, she ain't did what a good cunny is 'posed to do. I don't want get too much into it. All of us has been there from time to time. "So I wondered if'n I had the time to go get Blue. Usually, I'll give him a hint to come up to the house real late after everyone goes asleep. But I ain't had the time yesterday to pull his coat. I'd thought he was goin' to town with my Pa. But my Pa ain't took the carriage to town. Him and Jake rode the horses. So that left me with a achy cunny and no way to cool her off, less'n I used my hand, an' I ain't wanna do that if'n I could get a message to Blue. Who wants a hand if'n you can get the real thing? If you polish pearl an' the real thing shows up, you might don't have the energy to handle the ride, you know? Anyway, that was how I saw it. "So I was gunna see if I could sneak down an' get him. I peeked out my door an' I ain't see anything stirring. So I was gunna make a run for it. Jist as I was rampin' up to go, I seen my Ma sliding out! She had her nightdress on an' a overcoat. I don't know where she was goin', but I didn't want her to see me peekin' out, so I slipped back into bed an acted like I was asleep. "By and by, I ain't hear nuthin'. She jist disappeared into the night. I figured she must'a forgot sump'n an' went to get it. But she was gone for so long, an' my ache jist wouldn't go away, I knew I had to do sump'n. So I gathered up my courage an' I slipped out of my bedroom. I tiptoed over to the front door an' peeked out. I ain't see her anywhere. An' I ain't wanted to sneak out and have her catched me on her way back from wherever she was. "Finally, I took a deep breath an' I jist run out the front door. I told myself that if I come across my Ma, I'd tell her I went to axe her sump'n an' she warn't in her bedroom. I said I'd say I got panicked and run out lookin' for her. Anyway, that sounded good to me. An' my Ma would believe me, if it come to that. "Really, I was on my way down to Blue's place in the field worker quarters. I was gunna roust him up and have him come up to the house. I knowed better than to have him in my room or for me to stay at his place, because my Ma would come an' check on me soon's she got back from wherever she was. So I was gunna tell him to climb up into the loft where Jake sleeps an' wait for me there. Even if my Ma checked on me, I could always call down from the loft an' tell her where I was. She wasn't gunna climb up. "So I get down to Blue's hut. I peek in. Don't you know he's already got a dark gal mounted up an' she's jist a roilin'! He's got this stupid smile on his face, you know, that look they get when they's locked in? You like it when they get that look because they're sot jist so and won't cum, so's you can jist roil and roil an' don't have to worry 'bout re-energizin' a floppy dick or wipin' jizz off a leaky cunny. "He sees me in the window. I give him the thumb jerk. He knows that means I want him to come up to the house. He's thinkin' I give him the thumb jerk earlier an' he musta missed it, because he give the maid gal a tap on her ass an' told her to finish up. She musta already had got hers because she ain't made too much of a complaint about gettin' shorted. She eased her cunny off him and reached for her clothes. His dick was still rock hard. When I see that I run back to the house an' waited. I knowed he would come. "I get back to the house an' my Ma ain't made it back yit. I wasn't too worried. She usually knows what she's about. I was jist concerned that she would come up jist as Blue was comin' up, you know? I ain't wanted that. So I waited at the front door till I see him comin'. I rushed him in an' I told him to skeedaddle up into the loft an' wait for me in my brother, Jake's bed. I peeked out for a bit, lookin' for my Ma, but she never showed up. By an' by my cunny ache told me she'd be alright. My twat ain't often wrong. I climbed up into the loft behind Blue. "Once't I got up there I lit a candle so's I could see. He's up there, alright, dick in hand. He ain't washed it since he'd been up in the maid girl's cunny, so he had that "I been fuckin'" smell; you know how it do. Some folks don't like it. I used to didn't like it, but I've got used to it. It don't bother me now as much as it used to. "Anyway, I know I've said this before, but that durn Blue is one good looking boy. He's got that ebony skin, bald head, and them big muscles. His eyes are hazel, an' he's got lips like a girl. Not femmy, I mean, but kinda, what's the word? Sensitive? Sensual? That's the word. Sensual. You'd like to kiss him. That's what I mean. Usually you jist want a field worker to fuck 'cause his dick can crawl way up in you and scrub the areas where a regular dick don't reach, most times. But with Blue, you jist wanna suck on his lips an' his tongue an' his neck while his dick is scrubbing you out. An' you feel like, kinda like, a woman. You know? "Plus, you wanna talk about Prescott Gaston can suck some cunny? He cain't hold a candle to Blue. That big boy can suck a cunny like it was a chicken bone, an' won't leave nary bit of gristle, nor fat, neither. You ain't got to axe Blue for the pooty-woo. He'll lick you back to front, front to back, top to bottom and side to side. You get done with a Blue lickin' session an' it's jist like you'd had a hot bath on a Saturday. An' we ain't even talked about his dick yet. "Anyway, I was sayin' I lit a candle and Blue was there on my brother's bed with his dick in his hand. He stood up and stroked it till it stood up on its own. He knows I like that. Lemme tell you, once't his dick gets hard? He can bend his head down and suck it on his own. One time I dared him to do it, an' he did it, an' I thought it was the most amazin' thing. He wasn't ashamed or nuthin'. I watched him suck it for a minute or two, then I jumped in an sucked it for him. I ain't wanted him to take my job out ah my hands. He might wouldn't wanna mash his dick up in my cunny no more. I couldn't have that. "But I ain't had him suck hisself yesterday. I wanted to kiss him an' he had that other girl's cream all over his dick. I ain't wanna taste that, so I needed to twatted him up in my own fur, like Annie said, before I put my mouth or his mouth on it. "So I had him lie down on his back an' I clumb up on him an' I eased myself down on it. You 'member the first time him and me did it standin' up an' I ain't had no problems gettin' it in because I was so wet and horny with The Taint? Well, that was then. I ain't got The Taint now. So you can jist imagine it's a bit more harder'n it was the first time I done it to him. "I pointed him into my fur and jiggled around till my cunny lips was situated roundst that big ole dickhead as best as I could get it. Felt like he was mashin' my cunny lips into my thighs, he was so thick. So I give a li'l push and he widened me. But I still couldn't fit his whole thing in. I give another li'l push. An' another. But it ain't seem like he was gettin' any deeper, an' I needed him to be real deep, because my burn don't start from the front of my cunny. It starts from the back an' it plugs into my clit at the front. That's what makes her hard and wobbly, less'n somebody gives her a suck. "So I says to him, I says: "I'm gunna need some grease, it appears." "He knows what that means. So I crawled up his chest with my pooty and I give him the woo right off the bat. I put Hilda May, ya know, that's what I named my nub. I put her right in his mouth to let her blossom from the forest. When she got good and hard, I give him my front hole to lick. Then I give him my back hole. Then the front hole again. Then I went back and forth between the two with the quickness, jist ah-sloshin' him up. I'm humpin' his face. One time I turned around an' give him the chance't to lick up my crack from the back. I opened my eyes that time an' here's his dick, right in my face! But he still had that maid girl's cunny juice caked up on it, so I ain't wanna suck it. "But my back lick felt so good! I had them colored lights flashin' behind my eyes an' my innards was cookin' with fire. My cunny was drippin' cream and Blue was jist ah-lappin' it up. An' I had this monster dick staring me in the face. Jist ah-quiverin'! I says to myself, I says: "Lemme cunny this dick up proper so's I can suck it. This don't make no sense, him suckin' me an' I cain't suck him back. No sense at all!" "So I turned around again. I'm still on top, you see, squattin' on the balls of my feet. An' I pointed his dick back into my twat. This time it went in easier. I got the head in, anyway, an' that's the widest part. Now all I'd got to do was work the other fifteen inches in! So's I grit my teeth an' set about the task. My cunny don't seem to mind the smell of another woman's cunny on a dick. It's my nose that makes those objections. An' I meant to suck that dick that day, you hear me? I mean, after I'd twatted him up a bit. "So I'm ridin' him. Slow at first, but a li'l faster an' a li'l faster each time down the pole. I meant to scrub that dick clean. That's the best part of havin' a thick, red carpet like I gots. It's better'n a washrag an' soap. It soaks up all the leftover cunny juice an' don't leave nuthin' but fresh, clean Janice on a pole. "Meanwhile I'm thinkin': "You know, I ain't never had the full fifteen inches. The most I've had is maybe the first thirteen." I always leave the last couple inches dry. Well, not totally dry. I give him some crawly drip, sometimes, when I'm on top. Anybody would. But that don't really count. I ain't never been able to rub my Hilda May, my clit, up against his nappy, you know? You know how it feels good to scrape your clit up against a boy's fur, sometimes, an' jist rotate? Especially nappy big boys, because it's got all that friction, all that kink? Well, Hilda May ain't never been acquainted with Blue's patch. I lay it ain't a passel of women can say they clits ever touched Blue's nappy patch, leastways not whilst his dick was up in 'em. "So I says to my clit, I says: "Hilda May? Today is your day." "So I'm countin' the inches. Sev'm inches. Eight. Ten. 'Lem. I get to twelve inches an' my cooch is gaspin' for air. Blue ain't jist long. He's thick! I got 'nuther three inches to go an' I feel like I'm in the deep end of the pond swimmin', gotta come up for air occasional, less'n I'll drown. But I'm on top, so's it ain't so noticeable. When he's whalin' away from the top he don't give a gal the chance't to breathe proper. Jist Bam, Bam, Bam! I dunno. It feels good, but you don't get the chance to breathe, is all. "Okay, so I'm grippin' a full thirteen. I look down an' my cunny is jist tremblin', huffin', an' puffin' like a prizzner on a chain gang. Hilda May is rock hard, jist ah-dancing along his pole like a li'l snotty marble. She's happy. Smilin'. She's plugged. But she ain't the one puttin' in the work. It's my cunny that's strainin' to breathe, not my clit. "I'd got two inches to go. I give a li'l push. An' then another. I looked down. Dogged if'n I ain't right where I started! Them last two inches warn't gunna come easy. I see Hilda May stretchin' to reach Blue's nappy patch. She can see it. She can smell it. She jist cain't reach it. An' now she ain't so happy as before. She reckoned: "I thought you said you wuz gunna roust me up against his nappy patch?" So I go (to my cunny): "Come on, Sally! Let's don't leave Hilda May danglin'!" (Sally's still gaspin' for air, donchuknow.) "An' I give another li'l push, this time harder than before. Seemed like I gained another quarter inch. So I tried it again. Sally is strainin' now. She's sweatin'. Me an' Blue are doin' it, but it don't feel as good as it should 'cause now I'm competin'. If I'd left well-enough alone I coulda had busted a nut or three by now. "But no. I'd got sot so's I had to rub up against his patch. Or bust! An' I'm jist abusing my cunny, my Sally, with Blue's pole, like me an' her ain't the best of friends. "Well, anything that's worth doin' is worth doin' right. Blue could tell I was strainin' to swallow him whole. He helped me as much as he could. But a cunny is only so deep, you know? If you got a thirteen-inch cunny it don't translate proper into a fifteen-inch cunny. An' you might stretch her out of shape in the attempt, an' she might don't bounce back. An' then when you get married, your white man won't never hope to fill you up. An' then you'd got to spend the rest of your life with a wrecked, an' outta shape cunny that cain't wrap up a regular dick an' lets it flop around in there like a peppermint in a jar. "I looked down an' see he still had an inch an' a half of black snake pokin' out from my twat. Dry! An' Hilda May is jist ah-throbbin'. "Girls? I give up, right then an' there. I eased up. I told Hilda May to get to scrubbin' that pole clean and don't worry about his patch. If we get there, we get there. But it don't make no sense to try an' force a king dick into a hole that ain't long enough to 'commodate. You know? "Okay, so I decided to long-stroke him. I'd been inchin' down, you know, a inch down, a half a inch up. That way I figured I could get the full fifteen. Once I give up on that idea, I figured I'd do what I could with the top thirteen inches and damn the final two. So I drew my Sally all the way up to the tip, most let him fall outta me, jist hangin' in by the short hairs. Then I went all the way down, till I was full, thirteen inches in. An' I give him the swirl. Then I drew all the way up again, till his dick tip kissed my cunny lips real tender. Then I went all the way down again, till I could feel that big old cockhead budgin' up against the very back of my cunny. I give him the swirl again. "We done it like that for about ten minutes, till he cum. Anybody woulda. I was goin' faster an' faster towards the end, there. I wanted him to cum before me. Usually it's me that cums first. I was ready to cum the whole time, though. When I felt his jizz shootin' into me, I give a li'l shiver with my cunny an' I slurped it up good. Now I know I'd got the maid girl's juice shaved off proper, I knowed it was time for me to get down to business. "So after he got hard again, I knowed I had him. I could mangle him up like a pretzel and he warn't gunna splatter no time soon. So, first thing first, I give him the pooty-woo. I crawled up on his face an' I fucked his tongue from one hole to the other, whilst I sucked his dick. I sloshed my cunny all up in his face and scrubbed his nose up in my fur. I give him his jizz back 'long wit' some 'o my cream. An' I sucked the livin' shit outta that dick, girls, sucked it dry! I held that log in both my hands and jist bobbed on it. Chile? I cum over an' over an' over. It seemed like I couldn't help but sizzle. Dick in the mouth? Tongue in the ass? Girl? You ain't never had it so good. "He licked every smatterin' o' cream from betwixt my legs. He nibbled my cunny lips. He sucked purple hickeys into my ass cheeks. Here, look. You wanna see? (Here, Janice lifted her skirt and pulled her drawers down partially to display a series of intermingled purple/black bruises on her backside that looked more like the result of a beating than an amorous encounter.) "I got a couple o' these upwards of my navel, too. An' look! There's one on the back o' my knee. I ain't seen that one till now. I'd show you the hickeys on my cunny lips, but you prolly couldn't see 'em under my fur. My whole cunny is purple blue, ladies. An' it ain't all jist because of the suckin'. I told you he had my legs cocked open for a good while as he sausaged me up. We'll get to that directly. "Anyway, after I cum about four times, I clumb down down off his face. I hotched up on the edge of Jake's bed, on my knees, an' I waggled my doodihole in his face. "Go on and put it in," I says to him, real sultry-like. "You know you want it." "He went to put it up my cunny. But I wanted to try him up my poop chute. So when he pointed it at the wrong hole, I dipped a bit to let him know what time it was. He ain't no fool. "He prized me open an' eased it in. I was still wet from the lickin' he give me. He gripped my butt cheeks and prized them open, too, so's he could get some lev'ridge. It ain't never easy gettin' a dick that big up a doodihole. I ain't you, Jennie. My doodihole is a clencher. She's tight. But we managed. "Once't he got it in, he commenced to rammin'. Kaichakata! Kaikakachao! Each time he rammed it forward he got a li'l further up my doody. See, unlike a cunny, a doodihole ain't got no back. You can jist ram an' ram. An' if you ram long enough you can feel his nappy up against your butt cheeks, while your navel gets tickled from inside. Mine's an innie, sept when Blue rams fully in. An' sometimes you can feel his nuts slappin' up against your clit, if he's rammin' it proper. They'll swing. "Welp, I felt his nuts slappin' me from the back. An' his nappy hairs was scrubbin' my taint real nice. I don't mind sayin', it felt purty good. Not as good as the first time, mind you. But purty good. That first time he went up my poop chute was the best. I like to fainted, I was so hot. Steam was shootin' out my butt! But this time was purty good, too. He jist gripped my hips and roiled in an' out, kinda slow and happy. That first time he fucked my ass it was like he was mad at me for sump'n. I dunno why it feels better like that; angry fuckin', but it does. "He ass-fucked me till I cum. Then he pulled it out and cunny-fucked me from the back till I cum again. Then he ass-fucked me again. This time he cum in my butt and greased me up with lather. I clenched on him real good an' by the time he pulled out he was hard again. I ain't meant to do that, but I did. "Now I'm gettin' worried. I don't think I've got another nut in me to bust. I'm ragged out, girls; burnt! An' this cinnamon boy is wagglin' another stiffy in my face, a huge, gynormous fat boner that's been up in countless other cunnies, some 'um deeper'n mine, (but it seemed like I could smell all 'um on it at once, ever' last stinkin' cunny that monster dick has been smashed up in, includin' mine.) "An' now I dunno if I've got the stremff to floppy him up like I'm s'posed to. "So I rolled over onto my back an' I cocked my legs open. He mounted me an' eased his dick inside me. Thirteen inches in one go, all the way to the back. He jist held it there. "Now he's looking into my eyes real familiar. Most times a field boy won't look you in your eyes. But Blue is looking me in my eyes like he knows me personal, an' I guess he does since his dick is up in me right now and has been all night, jist ah-pokin' through the forest. I give him the same look right back. "You know I told you I kissed him that first time? Right on the mouth. I give him some tongue and some hickies, too. I done that, don't axe me why. This time, though, he looked like he wuz gunna kiss me. "Don't let nobody tell you that field boys is docile and you can do whatever it is you want to 'em. Some ain't docile. Blue ain't, anyway. "He turnt his head to the side an' come closer and closer to my lips. I was a li'l scared. I mean, after all, he is muscled field boy, right? It's one thing for me to kiss him. It's another thing for him to kiss me. He come closer and closer an', 'fore I knew, he tongue was in my mouth. Girl? If I was ragged out a minute ago, here come the fire. Jist a ragin'! That one kiss juiced up my cunny like she warn't never doused! She's steamin'! You kiss him one time and see don't your cunny juice up like hot butter. "So we commenced to fuckin'. An' we're kissin' an' we're fuckin' to beat the band. He pulled my titties up to his mouth an' he sucked them for a time whilst his dick was churnin' up my fur. Then he went back to kissin' me. He reached over an kissed my pits, too, wooly hair and all. He went to suck a hickey in 'em, but I stopped him, because somebody would be sure to see. I ain't let him suck my neck, neither. But I ain't wanted him to be unhappy, so I pushed his face down to my cunny and let him suck her from the front for awhile. When he come back up I reached down an' eased his dick back into where it was sposed to be. "An' we fucked and fucked and we fucked. I dunno where I got the energy from, but I give as good as I got. I twiddled my hips an' let him wedge up in me as far as he could go. I kissed him an' sucked his neck. Oh, girl! It was heaven! I jist rode the top of that wave without crashin', an' I jist lilted along. Seemed like I could jist have his whole body jist crawl up in me and hibernate like a big ole grizzly bear! "By an' by I felt sump'n I ain't felt before. His patch was rubbin' up against Hilda May! Yes! I'd took the full fifteen! I looked down an' he's jist a grindin'! "Now, I'ma tell y'all the troof. I don't think he punched another two inches into my twat. It ain't another two inches in there to punch. I think he got pressed up against the back of my cunny and she was so wet she bowed him up. Yes! My cunny made a li'l hump arch in this stiffy that warn't there before, opened up a li'l air pocket in her. Widened' me out, so to speak. An' that's the thing that give me the bulge on him! Anyway, Hilda May was happy. She 'sploded an' made me cum two times, one right behind the other, she was so happy to be mashed up against his nappy patch like that. "By that time we'd been at it for a hour an' a half. My legs was wrapped around his butt an' he's still jist ah-humpin' me; he's got my head cradled in one elbow, titties gripped tight in the other hand, squeezin' out the milk. Oh Lawdy! I wuz tired and sloppy wet. But I wuz happy! I kissed him real tender for a time an' I sucked at his dick with my twat. I'm whispering the nasty in his ear, I'm sayin': "Fuck it to me! Gimme that dick, Blue! Oh! Fuck it to me, you bald-headed, cunny-lickin' monster of a pipe-layin' boy!", you know, like Abby would say. "The next thing I know he's sprayin' me again! Jist ah-pumping' it out. I could feel his hot jizz leakin' down over my butt cheeks, jist ah-bubblin' outta my cunny. Pa-ploop! Ba-loop-a! Pa-Plook! I like to died! "The next thing I knew, the sun was comin' up. I heard a rooster crowin'! An' I'm still layin' in Jake's bed with this big beast on top of me, drippin' with cum! "I give him a sharp push: "Blue! Blue! Wake up! You gotta go!" "He was knocked out. Snoozin'! When I pushed him, all of a sudden he come to realize where he was. He jumped up and gathered up his clothes. I climbed down the ladder to see if anybody was about. I peeked into Ma's room. She's snorin'. So I waved Blue down from the loft. I peeked outdoors. It was a couple of workers up and about already to tend the crops, so I went outside an' ordered them around to the back of the house. Then I called Blue out. I ain't had to call him twice. He run down to the quarters like a wildcat was on his tail. "So I went back up to the loft. The whole room still smelled like we wuz fuckin' sump'n fierce. I jist lay down in Jake's bed and basked in it. I says to myself, I says, "That's what a real woman's cunny smells like, boys. Have a sniff an' shame the Devil!" "Yeh, I'm getten sweaty just talking bout it. I fucked him. I fucked the shit out'n him, ladies." To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

Gretchen Thomkins' First Time By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. 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 penis. But it wasn't as stiff now as it had been during their match. It was limp and sticky. It looked like the regular penises 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 dick 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 penises 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 penis 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 dick 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 o?" Polly 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?" Polly smirked. "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 dick!" "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 penis 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 dicks 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 dick ain't li'l!" Ray Ray snuffled. "Who said it was?" Polly retorted. "I jist said other black boy's dicks 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 dick and began to stroke it for the white girls. This staunched the receding blood flow. His dick 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 dick 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 dick or ain't you?" Gretchen finally asked. This brightened Ray Ray's outlook some. He'd begun to wonder if this was some dick 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. Dicks 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 penis lurched upwards with each new visual exposure to Polly's nakedness. "You, too." Polly ordered Gretchen. Soon enough all three were butt 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 dick lurched upward from between his kneeling thighs. Each time Polly arched her slit along the tip of his tongue Ray Ray's dick 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 dick 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 butt. 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 dick. 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 dick 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 butt 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 dick? His dick is way bigger'n his tongue." "You got a dick, too, in case you didn't know," Polly continued. "It ain't as big as his dick but it's where that bouncy fresh feeling comes from. You don't need to have his dick 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 penis 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 dick 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 dick 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 dick, 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 dick 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 dick, 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 dick 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 dick 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 dick 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. The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 6 Janice Leone describes how it feels getting monster fucked. By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. My name is Janice. The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in 1844. Mary Lynn, Gretchen, Annie, & Polly Lynn were sitting with me at the wedding reception for Abby. The girls had sex on their minds and imagined what Abby's wedding night might be like, tonight.  After several tawdry comments, Mary Lynn turned to me and said;"Janice, tell us 'bout Blue again. I don't know how you do it. I couldn't get a dick that big up in me without a shoe horn an' a brick!" Gretchen: "Yeh, Janice, tell us! I still cain't get over how you said you warn't never gunna get you a woodpile slave. An' now you got the best one!" Annie: "I dunno that he's the best one. He might be the biggest one. I still say that Charlie Nelson can fuck rings around jist about anybody I know, white or black. That boy can work it!" Janice: "Well, I ain't tested Charlie out yet." Annie: "It ain't like I ain't offered you the chance." Janice: "You mean that time down to your pond? When Abby took my turn? I warn't ready then. I warn't broke in good. You knew that. You wuz tryin' to get me to do sump'n I warn't ready for. I'll try him now, though. I'm good an' broke in now, some might say." Mary Lynn: "Tell us, Janice! Is you done did to him lately?" Janice: "Yeah. We done it yesterday. Cain't you see I'm walkin' funny?" Polly Lynn: "I noticed. I ain't wanna say nuthin." Janice: "Well, if you'd had your legs cocked open for a hour an' a half an' a big ole elephant trunk snappin' in your cunt, you'd be walkin' funny, too." Gretchen: "A hour an' a half?" Janice: "If I'm lyin', I'm flyin." Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Dang." Polly Lynn: "Did you make him lick you? That's the part I wanna hear." Janice: "He licked me. Front and back. An' I licked him, too." Jennie: "He give you a back lick?" Janice: "Of course. He's grown. He ain't like our biddy li'l boys what don't want to go the full measure. He licked me clean." Jennie: "Front and back? Janice: "Yep. Front, back, knees, pits, toes, taint and titties. I ain't no li'l girl no more. What? You think he spent the whole hour'n a half humpin' my cunt? I'd be dead! An' so would you, for that matter. Ain't I told you he got a elephant trunk in his pants?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "The full measure! Wow!" Janice: "Do you want me to tell the story or don't you?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Do tell; Do tell!" Janice: "Okay. So you know my Pa an' my brother come to town early to help with the dance setup, right? That left me and my Ma home alone. So I'm lying in my bed an' it occurs to me that I ain't had none in a few days. I could tell because my cunny had got hot and achy, an' that only happens when she ain't, well, she ain't did what a good cunny is 'posed to do. I don't want get too much into it. All of us has been there from time to time. "So I wondered if'n I had the time to go get Blue. Usually, I'll give him a hint to come up to the house real late after everyone goes asleep. But I ain't had the time yesterday to pull his coat. I'd thought he was goin' to town with my Pa. But my Pa ain't took the carriage to town. Him and Jake rode the horses. So that left me with a achy cunny and no way to cool her off, less'n I used my hand, an' I ain't wanna do that if'n I could get a message to Blue. Who wants a hand if'n you can get the real thing? If you polish pearl an' the real thing shows up, you might don't have the energy to handle the ride, you know? Anyway, that was how I saw it. "So I was gunna see if I could sneak down an' get him. I peeked out my door an' I ain't see anything stirring. So I was gunna make a run for it. Jist as I was rampin' up to go, I seen my Ma sliding out! She had her nightdress on an' a overcoat. I don't know where she was goin', but I didn't want her to see me peekin' out, so I slipped back into bed an acted like I was asleep. "By and by, I ain't hear nuthin'. She jist disappeared into the night. I figured she must'a forgot sump'n an' went to get it. But she was gone for so long, an' my ache jist wouldn't go away, I knew I had to do sump'n. So I gathered up my courage an' I slipped out of my bedroom. I tiptoed over to the front door an' peeked out. I ain't see her anywhere. An' I ain't wanted to sneak out and have her catched me on her way back from wherever she was. "Finally, I took a deep breath an' I jist run out the front door. I told myself that if I come across my Ma, I'd tell her I went to axe her sump'n an' she warn't in her bedroom. I said I'd say I got panicked and run out lookin' for her. Anyway, that sounded good to me. An' my Ma would believe me, if it come to that. "Really, I was on my way down to Blue's place in the field worker quarters. I was gunna roust him up and have him come up to the house. I knowed better than to have him in my room or for me to stay at his place, because my Ma would come an' check on me soon's she got back from wherever she was. So I was gunna tell him to climb up into the loft where Jake sleeps an' wait for me there. Even if my Ma checked on me, I could always call down from the loft an' tell her where I was. She wasn't gunna climb up. "So I get down to Blue's hut. I peek in. Don't you know he's already got a dark gal mounted up an' she's jist a roilin'! He's got this stupid smile on his face, you know, that look they get when they's locked in? You like it when they get that look because they're sot jist so and won't cum, so's you can jist roil and roil an' don't have to worry 'bout re-energizin' a floppy dick or wipin' jizz off a leaky cunny. "He sees me in the window. I give him the thumb jerk. He knows that means I want him to come up to the house. He's thinkin' I give him the thumb jerk earlier an' he musta missed it, because he give the maid gal a tap on her ass an' told her to finish up. She musta already had got hers because she ain't made too much of a complaint about gettin' shorted. She eased her cunny off him and reached for her clothes. His dick was still rock hard. When I see that I run back to the house an' waited. I knowed he would come. "I get back to the house an' my Ma ain't made it back yit. I wasn't too worried. She usually knows what she's about. I was jist concerned that she would come up jist as Blue was comin' up, you know? I ain't wanted that. So I waited at the front door till I see him comin'. I rushed him in an' I told him to skeedaddle up into the loft an' wait for me in my brother, Jake's bed. I peeked out for a bit, lookin' for my Ma, but she never showed up. By an' by my cunny ache told me she'd be alright. My twat ain't often wrong. I climbed up into the loft behind Blue. "Once't I got up there I lit a candle so's I could see. He's up there, alright, dick in hand. He ain't washed it since he'd been up in the maid girl's cunny, so he had that "I been fuckin'" smell; you know how it do. Some folks don't like it. I used to didn't like it, but I've got used to it. It don't bother me now as much as it used to. "Anyway, I know I've said this before, but that durn Blue is one good looking boy. He's got that ebony skin, bald head, and them big muscles. His eyes are hazel, an' he's got lips like a girl. Not femmy, I mean, but kinda, what's the word? Sensitive? Sensual? That's the word. Sensual. You'd like to kiss him. That's what I mean. Usually you jist want a field worker to fuck 'cause his dick can crawl way up in you and scrub the areas where a regular dick don't reach, most times. But with Blue, you jist wanna suck on his lips an' his tongue an' his neck while his dick is scrubbing you out. An' you feel like, kinda like, a woman. You know? "Plus, you wanna talk about Prescott Gaston can suck some cunny? He cain't hold a candle to Blue. That big boy can suck a cunny like it was a chicken bone, an' won't leave nary bit of gristle, nor fat, neither. You ain't got to axe Blue for the pooty-woo. He'll lick you back to front, front to back, top to bottom and side to side. You get done with a Blue lickin' session an' it's jist like you'd had a hot bath on a Saturday. An' we ain't even talked about his dick yet. "Anyway, I was sayin' I lit a candle and Blue was there on my brother's bed with his dick in his hand. He stood up and stroked it till it stood up on its own. He knows I like that. Lemme tell you, once't his dick gets hard? He can bend his head down and suck it on his own. One time I dared him to do it, an' he did it, an' I thought it was the most amazin' thing. He wasn't ashamed or nuthin'. I watched him suck it for a minute or two, then I jumped in an sucked it for him. I ain't wanted him to take my job out ah my hands. He might wouldn't wanna mash his dick up in my cunny no more. I couldn't have that. "But I ain't had him suck hisself yesterday. I wanted to kiss him an' he had that other girl's cream all over his dick. I ain't wanna taste that, so I needed to twatted him up in my own fur, like Annie said, before I put my mouth or his mouth on it. "So I had him lie down on his back an' I clumb up on him an' I eased myself down on it. You 'member the first time him and me did it standin' up an' I ain't had no problems gettin' it in because I was so wet and horny with The Taint? Well, that was then. I ain't got The Taint now. So you can jist imagine it's a bit more harder'n it was the first time I done it to him. "I pointed him into my fur and jiggled around till my cunny lips was situated roundst that big ole dickhead as best as I could get it. Felt like he was mashin' my cunny lips into my thighs, he was so thick. So I give a li'l push and he widened me. But I still couldn't fit his whole thing in. I give another li'l push. An' another. But it ain't seem like he was gettin' any deeper, an' I needed him to be real deep, because my burn don't start from the front of my cunny. It starts from the back an' it plugs into my clit at the front. That's what makes her hard and wobbly, less'n somebody gives her a suck. "So I says to him, I says: "I'm gunna need some grease, it appears." "He knows what that means. So I crawled up his chest with my pooty and I give him the woo right off the bat. I put Hilda May, ya know, that's what I named my nub. I put her right in his mouth to let her blossom from the forest. When she got good and hard, I give him my front hole to lick. Then I give him my back hole. Then the front hole again. Then I went back and forth between the two with the quickness, jist ah-sloshin' him up. I'm humpin' his face. One time I turned around an' give him the chance't to lick up my crack from the back. I opened my eyes that time an' here's his dick, right in my face! But he still had that maid girl's cunny juice caked up on it, so I ain't wanna suck it. "But my back lick felt so good! I had them colored lights flashin' behind my eyes an' my innards was cookin' with fire. My cunny was drippin' cream and Blue was jist ah-lappin' it up. An' I had this monster dick staring me in the face. Jist ah-quiverin'! I says to myself, I says: "Lemme cunny this dick up proper so's I can suck it. This don't make no sense, him suckin' me an' I cain't suck him back. No sense at all!" "So I turned around again. I'm still on top, you see, squattin' on the balls of my feet. An' I pointed his dick back into my twat. This time it went in easier. I got the head in, anyway, an' that's the widest part. Now all I'd got to do was work the other fifteen inches in! So's I grit my teeth an' set about the task. My cunny don't seem to mind the smell of another woman's cunny on a dick. It's my nose that makes those objections. An' I meant to suck that dick that day, you hear me? I mean, after I'd twatted him up a bit. "So I'm ridin' him. Slow at first, but a li'l faster an' a li'l faster each time down the pole. I meant to scrub that dick clean. That's the best part of havin' a thick, red carpet like I gots. It's better'n a washrag an' soap. It soaks up all the leftover cunny juice an' don't leave nuthin' but fresh, clean Janice on a pole. "Meanwhile I'm thinkin': "You know, I ain't never had the full fifteen inches. The most I've had is maybe the first thirteen." I always leave the last couple inches dry. Well, not totally dry. I give him some crawly drip, sometimes, when I'm on top. Anybody would. But that don't really count. I ain't never been able to rub my Hilda May, my clit, up against his nappy, you know? You know how it feels good to scrape your clit up against a boy's fur, sometimes, an' jist rotate? Especially nappy big boys, because it's got all that friction, all that kink? Well, Hilda May ain't never been acquainted with Blue's patch. I lay it ain't a passel of women can say they clits ever touched Blue's nappy patch, leastways not whilst his dick was up in 'em. "So I says to my clit, I says: "Hilda May? Today is your day." "So I'm countin' the inches. Sev'm inches. Eight. Ten. 'Lem. I get to twelve inches an' my cooch is gaspin' for air. Blue ain't jist long. He's thick! I got 'nuther three inches to go an' I feel like I'm in the deep end of the pond swimmin', gotta come up for air occasional, less'n I'll drown. But I'm on top, so's it ain't so noticeable. When he's whalin' away from the top he don't give a gal the chance't to breathe proper. Jist Bam, Bam, Bam! I dunno. It feels good, but you don't get the chance to breathe, is all. "Okay, so I'm grippin' a full thirteen. I look down an' my cunny is jist tremblin', huffin', an' puffin' like a prizzner on a chain gang. Hilda May is rock hard, jist ah-dancing along his pole like a li'l snotty marble. She's happy. Smilin'. She's plugged. But she ain't the one puttin' in the work. It's my cunny that's strainin' to breathe, not my clit. "I'd got two inches to go. I give a li'l push. An' then another. I looked down. Dogged if'n I ain't right where I started! Them last two inches warn't gunna come easy. I see Hilda May stretchin' to reach Blue's nappy patch. She can see it. She can smell it. She jist cain't reach it. An' now she ain't so happy as before. She reckoned: "I thought you said you wuz gunna roust me up against his nappy patch?" So I go (to my cunny): "Come on, Sally! Let's don't leave Hilda May danglin'!" (Sally's still gaspin' for air, donchuknow.) "An' I give another li'l push, this time harder than before. Seemed like I gained another quarter inch. So I tried it again. Sally is strainin' now. She's sweatin'. Me an' Blue are doin' it, but it don't feel as good as it should 'cause now I'm competin'. If I'd left well-enough alone I coulda had busted a nut or three by now. "But no. I'd got sot so's I had to rub up against his patch. Or bust! An' I'm jist abusing my cunny, my Sally, with Blue's pole, like me an' her ain't the best of friends. "Well, anything that's worth doin' is worth doin' right. Blue could tell I was strainin' to swallow him whole. He helped me as much as he could. But a cunny is only so deep, you know? If you got a thirteen-inch cunny it don't translate proper into a fifteen-inch cunny. An' you might stretch her out of shape in the attempt, an' she might don't bounce back. An' then when you get married, your white man won't never hope to fill you up. An' then you'd got to spend the rest of your life with a wrecked, an' outta shape cunny that cain't wrap up a regular dick an' lets it flop around in there like a peppermint in a jar. "I looked down an' see he still had an inch an' a half of black snake pokin' out from my twat. Dry! An' Hilda May is jist ah-throbbin'. "Girls? I give up, right then an' there. I eased up. I told Hilda May to get to scrubbin' that pole clean and don't worry about his patch. If we get there, we get there. But it don't make no sense to try an' force a king dick into a hole that ain't long enough to 'commodate. You know? "Okay, so I decided to long-stroke him. I'd been inchin' down, you know, a inch down, a half a inch up. That way I figured I could get the full fifteen. Once I give up on that idea, I figured I'd do what I could with the top thirteen inches and damn the final two. So I drew my Sally all the way up to the tip, most let him fall outta me, jist hangin' in by the short hairs. Then I went all the way down, till I was full, thirteen inches in. An' I give him the swirl. Then I drew all the way up again, till his dick tip kissed my cunny lips real tender. Then I went all the way down again, till I could feel that big old cockhead budgin' up against the very back of my cunny. I give him the swirl again. "We done it like that for about ten minutes, till he cum. Anybody woulda. I was goin' faster an' faster towards the end, there. I wanted him to cum before me. Usually it's me that cums first. I was ready to cum the whole time, though. When I felt his jizz shootin' into me, I give a li'l shiver with my cunny an' I slurped it up good. Now I know I'd got the maid girl's juice shaved off proper, I knowed it was time for me to get down to business. "So after he got hard again, I knowed I had him. I could mangle him up like a pretzel and he warn't gunna splatter no time soon. So, first thing first, I give him the pooty-woo. I crawled up on his face an' I fucked his tongue from one hole to the other, whilst I sucked his dick. I sloshed my cunny all up in his face and scrubbed his nose up in my fur. I give him his jizz back 'long wit' some 'o my cream. An' I sucked the livin' shit outta that dick, girls, sucked it dry! I held that log in both my hands and jist bobbed on it. Chile? I cum over an' over an' over. It seemed like I couldn't help but sizzle. Dick in the mouth? Tongue in the ass? Girl? You ain't never had it so good. "He licked every smatterin' o' cream from betwixt my legs. He nibbled my cunny lips. He sucked purple hickeys into my ass cheeks. Here, look. You wanna see? (Here, Janice lifted her skirt and pulled her drawers down partially to display a series of intermingled purple/black bruises on her backside that looked more like the result of a beating than an amorous encounter.) "I got a couple o' these upwards of my navel, too. An' look! There's one on the back o' my knee. I ain't seen that one till now. I'd show you the hickeys on my cunny lips, but you prolly couldn't see 'em under my fur. My whole cunny is purple blue, ladies. An' it ain't all jist because of the suckin'. I told you he had my legs cocked open for a good while as he sausaged me up. We'll get to that directly. "Anyway, after I cum about four times, I clumb down down off his face. I hotched up on the edge of Jake's bed, on my knees, an' I waggled my doodihole in his face. "Go on and put it in," I says to him, real sultry-like. "You know you want it." "He went to put it up my cunny. But I wanted to try him up my poop chute. So when he pointed it at the wrong hole, I dipped a bit to let him know what time it was. He ain't no fool. "He prized me open an' eased it in. I was still wet from the lickin' he give me. He gripped my butt cheeks and prized them open, too, so's he could get some lev'ridge. It ain't never easy gettin' a dick that big up a doodihole. I ain't you, Jennie. My doodihole is a clencher. She's tight. But we managed. "Once't he got it in, he commenced to rammin'. Kaichakata! Kaikakachao! Each time he rammed it forward he got a li'l further up my doody. See, unlike a cunny, a doodihole ain't got no back. You can jist ram an' ram. An' if you ram long enough you can feel his nappy up against your butt cheeks, while your navel gets tickled from inside. Mine's an innie, sept when Blue rams fully in. An' sometimes you can feel his nuts slappin' up against your clit, if he's rammin' it proper. They'll swing. "Welp, I felt his nuts slappin' me from the back. An' his nappy hairs was scrubbin' my taint real nice. I don't mind sayin', it felt purty good. Not as good as the first time, mind you. But purty good. That first time he went up my poop chute was the best. I like to fainted, I was so hot. Steam was shootin' out my butt! But this time was purty good, too. He jist gripped my hips and roiled in an' out, kinda slow and happy. That first time he fucked my ass it was like he was mad at me for sump'n. I dunno why it feels better like that; angry fuckin', but it does. "He ass-fucked me till I cum. Then he pulled it out and cunny-fucked me from the back till I cum again. Then he ass-fucked me again. This time he cum in my butt and greased me up with lather. I clenched on him real good an' by the time he pulled out he was hard again. I ain't meant to do that, but I did. "Now I'm gettin' worried. I don't think I've got another nut in me to bust. I'm ragged out, girls; burnt! An' this cinnamon boy is wagglin' another stiffy in my face, a huge, gynormous fat boner that's been up in countless other cunnies, some 'um deeper'n mine, (but it seemed like I could smell all 'um on it at once, ever' last stinkin' cunny that monster dick has been smashed up in, includin' mine.) "An' now I dunno if I've got the stremff to floppy him up like I'm s'posed to. "So I rolled over onto my back an' I cocked my legs open. He mounted me an' eased his dick inside me. Thirteen inches in one go, all the way to the back. He jist held it there. "Now he's looking into my eyes real familiar. Most times a field boy won't look you in your eyes. But Blue is looking me in my eyes like he knows me personal, an' I guess he does since his dick is up in me right now and has been all night, jist ah-pokin' through the forest. I give him the same look right back. "You know I told you I kissed him that first time? Right on the mouth. I give him some tongue and some hickies, too. I done that, don't axe me why. This time, though, he looked like he wuz gunna kiss me. "Don't let nobody tell you that field boys is docile and you can do whatever it is you want to 'em. Some ain't docile. Blue ain't, anyway. "He turnt his head to the side an' come closer and closer to my lips. I was a li'l scared. I mean, after all, he is muscled field boy, right? It's one thing for me to kiss him. It's another thing for him to kiss me. He come closer and closer an', 'fore I knew, he tongue was in my mouth. Girl? If I was ragged out a minute ago, here come the fire. Jist a ragin'! That one kiss juiced up my cunny like she warn't never doused! She's steamin'! You kiss him one time and see don't your cunny juice up like hot butter. "So we commenced to fuckin'. An' we're kissin' an' we're fuckin' to beat the band. He pulled my titties up to his mouth an' he sucked them for a time whilst his dick was churnin' up my fur. Then he went back to kissin' me. He reached over an kissed my pits, too, wooly hair and all. He went to suck a hickey in 'em, but I stopped him, because somebody would be sure to see. I ain't let him suck my neck, neither. But I ain't wanted him to be unhappy, so I pushed his face down to my cunny and let him suck her from the front for awhile. When he come back up I reached down an' eased his dick back into where it was sposed to be. "An' we fucked and fucked and we fucked. I dunno where I got the energy from, but I give as good as I got. I twiddled my hips an' let him wedge up in me as far as he could go. I kissed him an' sucked his neck. Oh, girl! It was heaven! I jist rode the top of that wave without crashin', an' I jist lilted along. Seemed like I could jist have his whole body jist crawl up in me and hibernate like a big ole grizzly bear! "By an' by I felt sump'n I ain't felt before. His patch was rubbin' up against Hilda May! Yes! I'd took the full fifteen! I looked down an' he's jist a grindin'! "Now, I'ma tell y'all the troof. I don't think he punched another two inches into my twat. It ain't another two inches in there to punch. I think he got pressed up against the back of my cunny and she was so wet she bowed him up. Yes! My cunny made a li'l hump arch in this stiffy that warn't there before, opened up a li'l air pocket in her. Widened' me out, so to speak. An' that's the thing that give me the bulge on him! Anyway, Hilda May was happy. She 'sploded an' made me cum two times, one right behind the other, she was so happy to be mashed up against his nappy patch like that. "By that time we'd been at it for a hour an' a half. My legs was wrapped around his butt an' he's still jist ah-humpin' me; he's got my head cradled in one elbow, titties gripped tight in the other hand, squeezin' out the milk. Oh Lawdy! I wuz tired and sloppy wet. But I wuz happy! I kissed him real tender for a time an' I sucked at his dick with my twat. I'm whispering the nasty in his ear, I'm sayin': "Fuck it to me! Gimme that dick, Blue! Oh! Fuck it to me, you bald-headed, cunny-lickin' monster of a pipe-layin' boy!", you know, like Abby would say. "The next thing I know he's sprayin' me again! Jist ah-pumping' it out. I could feel his hot jizz leakin' down over my butt cheeks, jist ah-bubblin' outta my cunny. Pa-ploop! Ba-loop-a! Pa-Plook! I like to died! "The next thing I knew, the sun was comin' up. I heard a rooster crowin'! An' I'm still layin' in Jake's bed with this big beast on top of me, drippin' with cum! "I give him a sharp push: "Blue! Blue! Wake up! You gotta go!" "He was knocked out. Snoozin'! When I pushed him, all of a sudden he come to realize where he was. He jumped up and gathered up his clothes. I climbed down the ladder to see if anybody was about. I peeked into Ma's room. She's snorin'. So I waved Blue down from the loft. I peeked outdoors. It was a couple of workers up and about already to tend the crops, so I went outside an' ordered them around to the back of the house. Then I called Blue out. I ain't had to call him twice. He run down to the quarters like a wildcat was on his tail. "So I went back up to the loft. The whole room still smelled like we wuz fuckin' sump'n fierce. I jist lay down in Jake's bed and basked in it. I says to myself, I says, "That's what a real woman's cunny smells like, boys. Have a sniff an' shame the Devil!" "Yeh, I'm getten sweaty just talking bout it. I fucked him. I fucked the shit out'n him, ladies." To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

Janice Battles Her Slutty Nature By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Blue Jenkins worked as a field hand on Hank Leone's farm in Northeast Louisiana. He was a slave. Now in his late-twenties, Blue had been purchased from the Jenkins Farm for a nominal sum two decades back and retained the Jenkins' family name. Blue was tall, muscular, possessed of a pleasing cinnamon complexion, a dazzling smile and a square jaw. He had a hairy breast; his head was shaved bald. In deference to his complexion, Blue's friends called him "Red". Except for his golden mien, Blue looked a lot like Charlie Leone, the nineteen-year-old cock-of-the-walk on Nathan Leone's farm.Unbeknownst to both, Blue was Charlie's older half brother, the product of a tryst between their father Meshach Leone and Dora Jenkins, a biracial slave, some years back. Meshach never really knew his eldest son. He never had any hand in raising him, though the boy grew up five farms away. He'd seen Blue once or twice over the years. Those occasions meant little. Blue wouldn't know Meshach from a rock in the sea. Nevertheless, Blue did inherit something of value from his father, a monster cock. This, along with his gallant good looks and his badboy smile, made the cinnamon-hued young man a much-desired commodity. Blue's haul of pubic scalps was double that of his younger half-brother. More, his harem stretched across several farms in the area and included a number of middle-aged white church matrons. Janice Leone, Hank Leone's crimson haired eldest daughter, recently turned eighteen, noticed Blue working around their farm before but paid him scant attention. "He is a blackie, after all." She'd even seen him naked once as he was washing up after a workday. His cock was huge, his bulging musculature equally as impressive. Jannie had been chatting with a gaggle of black girls who chirped and giggled at the vision of Blue's nakedness. Blue noticed the girls ogling him and turned so that they all could get a full on glance at his lumbering member. He wasn't ashamed of it. He reckoned most of these girls were going to see it up close one day, anyway. Janice recalled that hot afternoon. She remembered being amused by the reaction of the black girls to Blue's nakedness. They were falling all over themselves! For a blackie! Who would have thought it? In light of recent events, however, Blue seemed to be the answer to her prayers. Since her recent visit to Uncle Nathan's farm (where she had her first encounter with a black man's dick), Jannie had become afflicted with the "blackie taint", that wild, seething, unseemly lust white women get for the lumbering penises of unwashed Negro slaves. She was tired of walking around with this unquenched burn in her crotch. Masturbation didn't cool the fires. Neither did her brother Jake's tempestuous but quick late night excursions. And now here, this good-looking, bald-headed blackie was walking around all day with an un-fucked elephant trunk percolating in his pantaloons? "Good-looking"? Did she actually just say that about a blackie? It was undeniable. Blue was a looker. Too, she'd referred to him as "un-fucked". This was true in one respect. Whilst Blue had fucked just about all the women on that farm, he hadn't fucked Janice. "Well, that's about to change." Jannie noted with grim determination. Her logic was unassailable. One, she already had the blackie taint, so one more blackie dick couldn't hurt. Two, her Auntie Beth claimed to have the cure, so whatever additional taint she acquired from Blue would be nullified after her auntie came through with the goods. Three, she was horny as shit 24x7. And four, walking around with a goddam wooden ball up her puss just wasn't making it. Jannie cornered Blue in the root cellar late one afternoon after having given him orders to retrieve some ice potatoes. Prior to that, she'd hidden the ice potatoes so that Blue might spend an inordinate amount of time in the root cellar looking for them, just long enough for onlookers to forget he was in there. Twenty minutes later she followed him in. Blue noted her silhouette in the doorframe. "I cain't find 'em, Miss Janice. I've looked everywhere," he offered, in that mewling tone that slaves disingenuously used with whites of the day. Jannie closed and locked the cellar door behind her. She boldly shed her dress to stand naked before him. Her crimson triangle glowed eerily in the gloom contrasted against her alabaster skin. Her breasts pouted jauntily; her pink nipples were already erect. She exuded the ethereal scent of a woman who has taken a fully naked bath in the pussy of another fully naked woman. Blue wasn't any newcomer to The Game. Women cornered him alone more than just occasionally. He was neither surprised nor perplexed by Jannie's actions. She knew them damn ice potatoes weren't in there when she'd sent him in. Blue dropped the slave mewl tone. "She just tryna be slick." He turned to face her, saying nothing. His level gaze bespoke his true masculinity. "Well?" she said aloud. Confidently, Blue unbuckled his trousers and dropped them. His lengthy penis did, in fact, resemble an elephant's trunk. It rolled outward from his pelvis like an archer's bow and arced forward in a curved line such that his cockhead curled under perfectly to laze between his thighs, just inches above his knees. Blue crossed his arms. His penis swung back and forth like a clock pendulum. The burly black man made no move to approach her. Jannie curled her small fist into a standard male masturbatory pose and jerked it back and forth in front of her fire apple pussy. Her tits wobbled. She was ordering him to initiate his own erection. With a knowing smirk, Blue willingly complied. In seconds, his dick rose up from its flaccidity to become a steely, uncircumcised golden beast, raging for succor. Jannie was amazed. "Now that's a dick," she mused. Indeed, the cock preening before her exceeded any she'd encountered previously. She couldn't grip it with one hand. She doubted that she could grip it entirely with two. Jannie moved forward as if in a trance, fixated on Blue's transcendently spiring dick. It seemed to suck all the oxygen from the room. She could feel pulsing pressure waves from it, seething hot, throbbing with virility. She could smell its manly, musky scent in her bones. A tremor escaped her pussy and melted away into fuck vapor. When she'd halved the distance between them, Janice suddenly rushed forward, pushed him back and slammed him against the wall. She gave a little hop, felt his thickness probing past her feathery pubic jungle, felt it slide up into her fragrant wetness without bothering to take aim. She twirled herself easily around his girth, surprising them both. Blue usually had to work to get it in. So tense was she that, as he tapped her cervix, Jannie climaxed. She gave an agonized silent howl than might have awakened the dead, if she'd seen fit to give voice to her sexual derangement. Such voiceless orgasms were the common currency of interracial sexual liaisons in the South. She didn't linger about enjoying this early detonation, either. She reckoned it to be the first of many. Jannie began to fuck Blue with the frenzy of the damned. She planned to use his mammoth golden cock to punish the blackie taint that had tormented her so. Huge power shots and quick, flittering trills dominated her assault. She draped her arms about his neck and humped him fiendishly, standing on her tiptoes, grinding her vagina as far down his shaft as she could wetten. She grabbed his head and kissed him square on the mouth, then she latched onto his neck and sucked first one purple hickey then another, all the while quivering her pussy up and down the length of his huge, elephantine penis. Jannie came again. And then yet again. If Blue's rigid penis hadn't supported her body weight, Janice would have collapsed to the ground in a heap. She was impaled. Her massive clit danced along his sticky, pussy-wettened shaft, sending spiraling jets of electricity coursing throughout her frame. After her fourth orgasm, Jannie pushed Blue to his knees and fucked his face thru two more climactic cycles. She scrubbed her massive crimson bush about his lips, nostrils and cheeks. Her labia surged and suckled. These kissed the black man fervently, marking Blue's face with Jannie's turgid vaginal aroma. Still unsated, Janice bent and offered her rounded ass up to him. Blue was amazed to see her fire-apple red pubic curls blazing past her sphincter and up the crack of her ass, each lock sloppy wet with her pussy juice. Undeterred by this great, sticky Jheri curl of pubic fur, he fucked Jannie's asshole dry, agonizing over its heated friction. When he finally erupted his cooling jism caused her bowels to sizzle with the crackle of cold water splashed into a white-hot frying pan. Jannie slumped forward and flopped to the ground, exhausted. Every ganglion in her body shrieked with vibrance. With some effort, Blue pulled his cock from Jannie's ass. It stretched, thwacked back awkwardly and then wobbled crazily in the cool darkness of the root cellar. Semen dripped from his pee-hole. A silky wisp of steam condensed around his shaft and oozed away silently into the darkness. Riotous explosions of sexual odor assaulted their olfactories, weaving exotic panoramas in their brains. Jannie's world spun about. The rushing winds of sexual completion assailed her tumultuously. Semen fizzled from her asshole like carbonated soda and dripped to the ground, coagulating into a large, bubbly puddle. Jannie was enshrouded in bliss. Finally her breathing quieted. She flexed her pelvic muscles to see if the blackie taint intended another flare up. It gave no indication. Encouraged, Jannie rose discreetly and dressed. She peeked out the door and, seeing no one, scurried out. Blue was long gone. Her opening "Well?" had been the only word spoken between them. Is it an addiction? For six days after her encounter with Blue, Jannie's sexual burn receded into irrelevance. She cheerfully went about her daily chores. She contributed to dinnertime conversations without any undue tight-lipped strain. She fucked her brother occasionally but with none of her earlier vehemence. She didn't have to hunt him down for dick. Her smooth wooden masturbation ball was a distant memory. In short, she became Jannie again. On the seventh day after the Blue tryst, Jannie began to wonder after her hibernating libido. Where was it? She'd fucked her brother Jake several times in the interim, true, but she hadn't cum during any single encounter. She enjoyed the feel of her brother's dick riding in and out of her pussy much as a child enjoys playing on a swing set. It was exhilarating. When he came and his hot jism bubbled up and oozed out of her pussy, there was no reciprocal explosion on her part. She only got a sloppy, sticky ass from the experience and a cold wet spot to sleep in. Jake got all the joy. "What happened to my blackie taint?" she wondered. Immediately thereafter she chastened herself. "Good riddance!" she chortled. Before her encounter with Isaac at Uncle Nathan's farm she'd had a normal sex drive. She fucked a lot. Sometimes she came. Sometimes she didn't. After that encounter (and until her rendezvous with Blue) she came repeatedly, so often that it became a painful annoyance. The 'blackie taint' left her tangerine pussy in a constant state of arousal. The tryst with Blue had been amazing. He was a bit older than she, handsome, well hung and discreet. He'd cooled the insatiable ardor that had plagued her for weeks. Trouble was, he seemed to have put it out entirely. The Burn was gone. She hadn't had an explosive orgasm in a week. Was this the anti-blackie taint? She didn't want to cum all the time, but she did want to cum sometimes. What's the point of fucking if you can't bust a nut? She'd seen Blue a time or two since then, too. He'd been affable without being familiar. He acted as if nothing had occurred between them. He'd even fielded flirtatious solicitations from passing black women while Jannie was present, which caused Jannie to pink up in jealousy. How did these sassy black bitches know that Blue wasn't her kept blackie? Of course, they couldn't know, and could never know. Jannie didn't then realize that a sense of possession, entitlement, is always one of the first consequences of engaging in sexual intercourse. That realization only comes with age and experience. She just knew that she felt disrespected by the incessant flirtations that were part and parcel of Blue's daily routine. His legendary cocksmanship drew the fillies like flies. Janice approached Blue one afternoon and asked him to bring some ice potatoes up to the big house, and to take his time doing it. Janice knew he would catch her meaning. When she stepped into the root cellar twenty minutes later, Blue was already naked. His penis was splendidly erect. Jannie smiled. "No, Blue. This ain't what I meant. Well, it ain't what I meant for right now. There's too many people around. They might hear us. Put your clothes back on." Reluctantly Blue reached for his trousers. "Wait a minute!" she said. She skipped over to him and took his penis into her mouth. She hadn't blown him in their earlier encounter. She wanted to hold the taste of that special bond in her remembrance. She wettened his dick with some difficulty. Jannie couldn't get much more than his pud into her mouth. It was as thick as her fist. She gaped wide to accommodate him, flickering her tongue out to tickle his urethral valley and the shroud of his foreskin. She tried to slip her tongue into his peehole. Blue moved to grip her head with both hands. She stopped him. "Not right now, Blue," she said. "I want you to come up to my room, in the big house, later tonight. Real late. OK? I'll leave the door open." Blue was confused. "In de big house?" "Yes." In that instant Jannie remembered something. Her brother Jake might have designs on her pussy tonight, too. Unlike their cousins Annie and Ben, Jake and Janice slept in separate rooms. Jake slept in the loft alone. He had to sneak downstairs to claim his nightly due, then sneak back upstairs before dawn. It wouldn't do for Blue to show up while Jake was being stupefied by Jannie's sexual siren. "Wait," she said. "I'll put a rag on my doorknob. If you see the rag, it's OK to come in. If not, you need to hide in the front room closet until I come for you. OK? And don't make no noise." She slobbed his dick again for good measure, then stood and scurried out. Janice's earlier trepidations proved prescient. Jake did, in fact, sneak downstairs for his nightly due. As with their cousins, there was little planning or preamble to their sex, certainly no kissing or conversation. Jake simply crept into Jannie's room with a big boner. If she was already asleep, he tapped her cheek with his cock to awaken her. Jannie then either sucked him off or fucked him off. Or both. This night she chose the former. "Blue's dick is three times as thick as this," she speculated as Jake roiled his penis in her throat. Jake came in her mouth, then melted into her bed, as per his habit. She lay quietly next to him awaiting his recovery. In twenty minutes he would awaken and have a go at her pussy, she knew. She had a cure for that. Jan needed to have a fresh puss for Blue to soil. Twenty minutes later, Jake awakened abruptly to every young man's dream. His re-hardened cock was deep in his sister's throat. Her freckled face bobbed up and down on it luxuriantly. Evidently, she'd been blowing him for some time. Her saliva bubbled up frothily around his base. It dripped from her lips. Jake was well past plateau. Just as the cognition of time and space returned to the lad, a second orgasmic eruption wracked his body, this one decisive. Jake held the back of Jan's head tightly as he pumped blob after blob of semen into her throat. His hips churned spasmodically. His mouth opened wide in a silent scream of agony. He threw his head back into the cock-induced blindness afforded by a premium knobjob. Before Jake could pass out, Jannie scooped him aloft and walked him out her door and over to the loft ladder. His penis still waggled and spurted. She couldn't carry him up, but she pushed him to climb with a series of strident whispers about the dangers of being caught asleep in her room on the morrow. They'd been down this path before. Jake climbed up mechanically without questioning her motives. Long, wispy contrails of semen drifted down the ladder in his wake. When the trap door closed behind him, Jannie whisked over to the closet and found Blue, as she'd expected. "Hurry!" she whispered. Half dragged, Blue stumbled into her room. "Did you, did you just do de nasty wit' yo' brother?" he asked incredulously. "Don't be silly," she replied. "We were talking about something and he fell asleep. I knew you were coming so I woke him up and sent him off to bed." Blue was not fooled so easily. The scent of semen wafted in the air. A man knows the scent of jism when he smells it, and especially knows when the scent is mixed with spittle and/or pussy froth. Blue began removing his clothing. "Wait, Blue. I asked you here because, because, well, I want to talk to you about something." Blue ignored her. They were going to fuck. He wanted to be sufficiently naked when they did. Besides, they'd never talked before. Why talk now? He didn't even know this cracker bitch. "Blue, last week when we done it, I, I wanted you to know. I, I don't usually do that," Janice opened. Blue thought to himself: "Sho' you don't." What came out of his mouth was: "Yes'm." Jannie continued: "I, I was having some troubles. An', an' I took advantage of you. You ain't did nothin' wrong." Blue thought to himself: "Right." What came out of his mouth was: "Yes'm." "I, I wanted to ask you something, OK?" Blue thought to himself: "Bitch, get to de point." What came out of his mouth was: "Yes'm?" "Blue, is you never heard of 'the blackie taint'?" Blue was genuinely surprised. This opening gambit was certainly unexpected. "De blackie taint?" he asked. "Yes. The blackie taint," she said. "Ain't dat what happens to white womens when dey does de nasty wit' blackies?" "Yes," she affirmed. "Is d'ass what you gots, Miss Janice?" "I, I don't rightly know. I, I think I had it. And then I done it wit' you. An' it went away. So I ain't sure what it is." "It went away? But you want to do de nasty again? 'N get it back?" "I, I, want to do 'de nasty'. With you. Tonight. Because, well, I, I, when I had the blackie taint I could, you know, umm, cum. An' I ain't been able to, cum, since you an' me did it." "Why, Miss Jannie, dat ain't de blackie taint. De blackie taint is when you cain't do but have a blackie's dick up in you. Black girls get de blackie taint, too, sometimes, 'n it most drives 'em crazy. You just did it wit' Massuh Jake, so, " "I told you I ain't did it with Jakie. Don't you dare think I did. I didn't." "Yes'm." He was properly chastened. Jannie began to remove her nightclothes. She softened her tone. "I, I, want you to make me cum, Blue. Like you done the other day." "Yes'm." Jannie lounged back on her bed and opened her lucious crimson bush to him. Blue noted that her pussy didn't look smashed. It looked pristine. Crisp. Inviting. Maybe she hadn't fucked her brother after all. "Miss Janice, if'n you don't mind, I, I wuz hopin' you would, suck, my dick fuh me. First. Like you stotted to do in de cellar. I likes dat." Jannie sat up expectantly. "Bring it here," she said. Blue stepped to her and offered his dick up to her face. It was only partially erect. It flopped about in his fist. He had to squeeze its base to force blood into it. Jannie examined his cock up close. She was continually amazed at his length and girth. "You like gettin' your, dick, sucked?" she asked. "Yes'm. I likes it. A lot." Jannie caressed his cockhead in both hands. "Who else around here has sucked your dick, Blue?" "Oh, a few. A few. Some 'um won't do it cause dey say dey cain't get it in dey mouvs." "I had trouble gettin' it in my mouf, too, Blue." "But you done good to get it as far as you done. Some 'um won't e'em get dat fuh." "It ain't hard as you had it earlier today, Blue. It ain't as big." She took it into her mouth. His sexual musk burned a memory into her olfactory nerves. "Do dat," he said. "'N Keep doin' dat. It'll get dere." Jannie brushed Blue's hands away from the base of his dick. She replaced his hands with her own and squeezed so that his cock ballooned into her face. His pudenda burgeoned forth from it enshrouding foreskin. She could see his urethra quivering like a panting puppy. She offered her tongue to it and, in doing so, tasted a whiff of the semen huff buried deep in his testes, priming for launch. She drew a deeper breath. The aroma of his sex, so close to her nostrils, lit a small, almost imperceptible flame in her genitals. "There it is," she sighed. "Finally! Where've you been?" She began licking his cockhead with feathery flicks and long, lavish laps designed to elicit a hands-free erection. A torrent of blood rushed into his tissues. She could feel it, could actually hear it filling out his erectile cavities. She watched his cock expand and lengthen into the golden beast whose legend had fostered this late night booty call. She released his base. His penis sprang outward magnificently, eschewing all artificial support. Jannie took his cockhead between her lips and French kissed it tenderly, as she might kiss a boyfriend, using her tongue to probe its smooth surfaces, helmet and valleys. Blue roiled his buttocks in small swirlets, returning her French kiss as best he could using his dick, praying that she'd open wider and go just a wee bit further down his shaft. He wanted to feel the heat of her tongue gracing his hypersensitive underpud. Soon enough, Jannie accommodated his wish. Too, she added a twist she'd learned from her cousin Annie. Using her soft lips, she gripped his shaggy foreskin and drew it up over his pud until the excess skin closed almost completely about it. Then, without releasing his shagginess, she pushed his foreskin back again with her lips. This simultaneously drew his cockhead deeper into her mouth. It also provided the desired softly heated friction to his underpud with her tongue. Jannie found that this method of fellatio received the best responses from the men she'd blown. Blue was no exception. His legs began to tremble excitedly. He preened up on his tiptoes to gain further purchase in her mouth. He buried both hands into her crimson tresses and pressed forward, striving to relieve himself in her esophagus. He hadn't been this close to a pre-mature ejaculation in years. Maybe there was something to this white girl after all. Jannie withdrew. "I thought you was goin' to make me cum," she chided him. "I cain't cum if you waste all your juice in my mouf on the first go, Blue." "Don't, stop," he whispered harshly. "Keep, going!" "No, Blue. You're gettin' ready to cum, ain't you? An' then you'll disappear like you done the last time. I looked up an' you was gone. Here, lick my pussy for a bit, an' calm down. Don't worry, I'll suck Mr. Elephant again before it's all over, an' you can shoot it in my mouf, if'n you want. Jist don't cum before I gets mine. OK?" Blue stepped back from her. His dick lunged upward, ready to spout jism into the first warm, wet edifice it encountered. Blue strained to regain his composure. This little ginger girl knew a thing or two about dick sucking, that much was obvious. She lay back on her bed and opened her legs to him. Reluctantly, he leaned forward to examine her puss. He fully expected the scent of another man's dick to greet him, despite the unruffled nature of her pubic mound. He leaned closer and closer. Only the feminine scent of cunt, laced with the faintly acrid odor of urine, rose to his nostrils. This was not a bath day. Blue marveled at the beauty of Jannie's cunt. Her full tuft of tangerine/crimson pubic hair formed a perfect triangle at the juncture of her thighs without sprawling past its angular boundaries. Yet he could see thick curls of pubic hair drifting into her ass, encircling her sphincter and northward, finally disappearing high up in her ass crack. He couldn't see her pussy lips. They were buried at the bottom of this furry jungle. But the rounded shape of her mound told him she was fully blooded, puffy with desire. Too, he noticed an unnatural, furtive movement in the thick forest at the center of her cushiony triangle. Using his index fingers, he pried her fur apart to unveil Jannie's crown jewel, a thumb-sized clitoris, complete with a hooded, bulbous clithead. Blue was taken aback. Jannie's clit resembled a small penis. It waggled anxiously beneath its furry shroud, begging to be sucked. Blue drifted his gaze up to meet Jannie's eyes. By now she was used to the shocked look men get upon first glimpsing her penis-shaped clitoris. It was a look that shrieked, "This bitch is a man!" Unperturbed, Jannie calmly queefed her vaginal scent into his nostrils. She'd learned that the fragrant scent of pussy is the best way to remind men that, while she might have a small dick at the pinnacle of her cleft, there was a vast, desirable chasm at the bottom of it. Jannie's sexual aroma brought Blue back into the moment. Somewhere deep in this forest there was a pussy to be reckoned with. His dick was still rock hard, throbbing for the stickiness. He needed to prime this pussy for entry. What this bitch wanted was a good ass-licking. It certainly wouldn't be the first pissy pussy he'd licked, nosirree bob! Blue probed forward. He flicked his tongue out tentatively. Jannie's clit lunged for it like a stalking spider. When the two organs met Jannie groaned audibly, a deep, soul-wrenching moan redolent of the depth of her arousal. Blue popped his head up in concern. It wouldn't do for her moans to bring a white person running. Silence was the order of the day. Jannie gave him a shushing hand signal to express her understanding of his foreboding. She pointed to her puss and ordered him back in. Blue obeyed. Soon he had the young woman bucking and arching in her bed. She spread her arms wide to grip the edges of her mattress and humped his mouth with a savage, wanton lust that hurtled them both to a soaring plateau. Under Blue's lavish tonguing, Jannie's pussy fire returned with a vengeance. It burned one hole after another into her churning, sweaty abdomen as Blue alternately sucked and licked her bobbing clit. Each time The Burn rose up to consume her, Blue scrambled up and slipped his aching penis into her heaving crimson snatch. Jannie took just a little bit more of his monster cock into her core each time he pried her open, sluicing her frothy cum into him and happily greeting the rampant lust she thought she'd lost. She whispered sibilant obscenities into his ear as his cock drove into her. She kissed him with the exuberant familiarity of a long-time lover, framing his bald head with her hands. "Suck me again, Blue! Lick me one more time!" she insisted breathlessly. Her unusual genital configuration allowed Jannie to experience both masculine and feminine sensations from their sex. Sucking her clit was akin to getting a good blowjob. Jannie could almost feel the fervent rush of her semen as Blue bobbed her clit gently with his thick lips. When his tongue wickered forth and slipped southward into her dripping hole, it drove her wild with desire. If only a regular dick were at once this softly firm and pliable! If only his tongue were as long as his dick, long enough to invade her pussy and tickle her deeper cushy pudding! Oh, to be able to squeeze and suckle his tongue with her full pussy! She humped Blue's mouth in a vain effort to accomplish just this outcome. Jannie achieved five thunderous orgasms before Blue mounted her filled her cunt with his hot, creamy cum. She managed two more before his second eruption. Her blackie taint hadn't abandoned her. It just needed a blackie to set it off. Jannie recalled the advice she'd received from her cousin Abby about lust for black dick: "Your heart's gon' hurt you for a little bit. An' then one mornin' you gon' wake up and say you druther have a stiff, fat black dick up in you than worry about what the biddies at church is sayin' 'bout you." It was true. Her conscience driven doubts had been subsumed, first by the manic burn of the blackie taint, and then by the cooling balm of Blue's lumbering blackie dick. "Okay. I see how it is now, Abby." Jannie finished up her session with Blue by sucking a huge burst of jism from him, just as she'd promised. She sucked him to the edge of paradise, paused briefly for theatrical effect, and then shoved him through the door to bliss with a foot up his ass. Jism rocketed from his cock in waves and slid down her throat, eventually coming to rest in her stomach, where it mixed sociably with her brother's issue. Blue's dick was so far down her throat when he came that Jannie almost choked from the volume of his semen. Soon Blue's ponderous cock waggled uselessly between his thighs, just inches above his knees. Excess semen dripped from his urethra. A cold puddle of his joy juice soaked Jannie's mattress. Little pellets of tapioca dotted the foot-wide wet spot. "Blue, I wanna do this again," she said. "Tonight, Miss Janice?" "No, silly. You gotta get outta here before someone wakes up. I mean another time, right here, if'n you ain't a-feared to come up." "When?" "I'll come get you when I need you." To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica. The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 4

Australia Rice Farmer and Miller, Steve Rogers talks to Bruce and Dennis about farming in Northeast Louisiana and Australia.

Send us a Text Message.In this episode I sit down with Dr. Woods Watson as we talk about both of his books "Northeast Louisiana: A Community of Innovations" and "What in the World is God Doing in My Life".Woods has been on staff at First West  church for 20 years, and is currently serving as their Adults Pastor. Last summer Dr. Woods Watson came out with his latest book "Northeast Louisiana: A Community of Innovations".  It tells the tales of 20 different interesting and innovative people that either made a mark in Northeast Louisiana or the world. It's definitely a gem for any native northeast Louisiana to have. His previous book is more on the religious side of things, offering insights and points to ponder on the reasons why we endure suffering.Both books can be found on Amazon. Go ahead and give them a read. You won't regret it.For access to merch and extra content click HERE for access to my Patreon Account.Support the Show.

From Cameraman Caleb to The Rackbuck Realtor we finally open the door to let the world know that Caleb Armstrong is making his move throughout Northeast Louisiana and all over Southwest Mississippi. Listen to how Caleb is becoming such and assist to the Southern Real Estate team especially to me the Hunting Land Man. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

From Cameraman Caleb to The Rackbuck Realtor we finally open the door to let the world know that Caleb Armstrong is making his move throughout Northeast Louisiana and all over Southwest Mississippi. Listen to how Caleb is becoming such and assist to the Southern Real Estate team especially to me the Hunting Land Man. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We begin our SUPER SICKO SPINNING SELECTION SEASON PREVIEW FORECAST: SSSSSPF aka the 5SPF with the ACC and the FBS Independents. We also finish our 41 Part Offseason Journey of The Best Season of All Time for Teams who are below .500 All Time. BSOATFTWAB500AT for short. THE FINALE!! 1987 NORTHEAST LOUISIANA aka ULM.

Billy Stanley grew up in the backwaters of the D'arbonne Bayou on the outskirts of West Monroe, Louisiana. After exhausting his literary ambitions in the twin cities of Northeast Louisiana he took off to Provincetown Massachusetts to become Stanley Kunitz‘s garbageman for a few summers. He humbled himself before Yusef Komuyakaa at the end of Cape Cod. Dave Brinks agitated him on the streets of the Big Easy as Billy yawped his bona fides. He then fell in love and shoveled snow in New York's capital. Shaker ghosts in Watervliet haunted him on early morning sunrises in the dead of winter. Adam Goldsworthy teaches him the poetry of nature as Livio Levante teaches him the riches of nature. Billy says that “Poetry is man's attempt to rationalize the magnificence of nature in the face of our human hubris. Hope you like mine, I do.” On March 27, 2006, Billy read his poem "Dental Hygienists" at the Poets Speak Loud open mic at the Lark Tavern. In our conversation, we talk about where that poem came from and much, much more.

531. Part 1 of our conversation with Eli Langley, a member of the Coushatta Tribe and a graduate of Harvard. “Eli Langley '21 grew up in a family devoted to safeguarding the culture, history, and language of the Coushatta Tribe. His father, a tribal cultural adviser, and his mother, an anthropologist and tribal historian, nourished him with Native folktales and inspired him early on to take pride in his roots. At 12, he asked his parents to send him to a boarding school to challenge himself academically. At 18, he learned Koasati, the language of his tribe, becoming its youngest speaker, and in 2016, he became the first member of the Coushatta Tribe to be admitted to Harvard. Now, upon his graduation this month, he will become the first tribal member to use their Native language to fulfill the College's second language requirement.... 'My story is a continuation of my people's story,' said Langley. 'I'm a cog in the wheel, and I stand on the shoulders of giants. I know that I'm only able to undertake these things with the strength and the knowledge of my culture.'” (Harvard Gazette) This week in Louisiana history. July 14 1937 First piling driven for N.O. Charity Hospital. This week in New Orleans history. Oretha Castle was born in Oakland, Tennessee and moved to New Orleans with her parents in 1947. After graduating from Joseph S. Clark High School she enrolled at Southern University in New Orleans where she joined other students in the struggle for civil rights, eventually becoming the head of the Congress of Racial Equality (CORE) in New Orleans. In 1967, Oretha married fellow CORE member Richard Haley. Mrs. Haley served as deputy administrator at Charity Hospital where she instituted better health care for the Black Community. While at Charity, she helped organize the New Orleans Sickle Cell Anemia Foundation. In 1972, she directed the political campaign of Dorothy Mae Taylor who became the first Black woman legislator in the state. After a lengthy battle with cancer, Oretha Castle Haley died at the age of 48. This week in Louisiana. Masur Museum of Art 1400 S. Grand St. Monroe, LA 71202 Website Tuesday-Friday 9 a.m. - 5 p.m. Saturday 12-5 p.m. 318.329.2237 Located in the former home of the Masur family, the Masur Museum of Art is the largest collecting and exhibiting visual arts museum in Northeast Louisiana. We are dedicated to providing our community with a dynamic visual arts experience through exhibitions, public programming, and collections management. Postcards from Louisiana. Rug Cutters at the Favela Chic Bar on Frenchmen. Listen on Google Play. Listen on Google Podcasts. Listen on Spotify. Listen on Stitcher. Listen on TuneIn. The Louisiana Anthology Home Page. Like us on Facebook. 

One person who most identifies a city is its mayor. There are council members, legislators, judges, sheriffs and police chiefs, but it's the mayor who usually, for better or worse, is in the best position to direct the future. Friday Ellis, the first term mayor of Monroe, joins Louisiana Life Executive Editor Errol Laborde, along with podcast producer Kelly Massicot, to talk about not just his city but also the vision of the state from his perspective and that of other City Hall colleagues. We will also hear about serious plans for AMTRAK rail service and downtown revival. Mayor Ellis' wife Ashley also joins the conversation. The Monroe First Lady is a member of the Board of Elementary and Secondary Education making them Northeast Louisiana's ultimate power couple.

Doug is joined by former University of Louisiana Head Coach Bob Marlin on his climb up the coaching ladder starting as a grad assistant at Northeast Louisiana, coaching under Dana Altman at Marshall, his first head coaching job at Pensacola Junior College, his first DI exposure at Bama in the mid 90's, his success turning around Sam Houston State, why he decided to make the move to Louisiana, how he built the program into a consistent winner, how Elfrid Payton took the program to another level, Jordan Brown's impact, and his NCAA tourney expectations as a 13 seed. Subscribe NOW to get the latest All Ball Podcasts! #douggottliebshowSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Doug is joined by former University of Louisiana Head Coach Bob Marlin on his climb up the coaching ladder starting as a grad assistant at Northeast Louisiana, coaching under Dana Altman at Marshall, his first head coaching job at Pensacola Junior College, his first DI exposure at Bama in the mid 90's, his success turning around Sam Houston State, why he decided to make the move to Louisiana, how he built the program into a consistent winner, how Elfrid Payton took the program to another level, Jordan Brown's impact, and his NCAA tourney expectations as a 13 seed. Subscribe NOW to get the latest All Ball Podcasts! #douggottliebshowSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Andrew Caskey is the owner and Pitmaster of Bad Wolf BBQ, a food truck serving Texas influenced BBQ in Northeast Louisiana. Leaving the oilfield to explore a new career path in search of self-employment has ignited a passion for his craft.

When you're having a baby, it's good to have a solid team on your side. Meet Ashley Conner, RN, BSN, a Pediatric Nurse Navigator and  Evie Robison, RN, a Pregnancy Navigator—both Our Lady of Lourdes Women's & Children's Hospital. Conner and Robison join ParentingU host Stephanie to talk about how to pick a pediatrician, why you should make the choice before your baby is born—and how to get help making that decision! Both navigators stress that who you and your baby see for medical care in the early years is all about forming a relationship. Your baby's doctor is someone you may be seeing for years to come—what are some of the questions and considerations to take on now, before your baby arrives? In this thoughtful episode, you'll learn more about what to think about when choosing a doctor for your baby plus how to access resources available to you and your family. Questions Answered on the Show What is a Pediatric Nurse Navigator and what do they do? How do I find out a pediatrician's office policies and how they view pediatric care? Does “bedside manner” or a doctor's style matter when it comes to pediatrics? How do I get recommendations for pediatricians? Oops, I am not happy with the pediatrician I picked. What can I do? What are some practical things I should think about—like office location—when picking a doctor? Why are those so important? I just found out I'm pregnant! When should I start looking for a pediatrician? Does it matter if I have a pediatrician picked out before I give birth? What kinds of things should I know about myself before I pick a pediatrician? How do I set an appointment with a Pediatric Nurse Navigator? Resources for You Ready to start a relationship with an exceptional pediatrician? Find a pediatric provider in Baton Rouge. Find a pediatric provider in Acadiana. Find a pediatric provider in Northeast Louisiana. Find a pediatric provider in Bogalusa.    Preregister! Expectant moms can register at Our Lady of Lourdes Women's & Children's Hospital here ParentingU episode about Getting Ready for Baby ParentingU episode about Preparing to Breastfeed Digital Resources from our birthing hospitals: Our Lady of Lourdes Women's & Children's Hospital Our Lady of the Angels Hospital Francis Medical Center We hope you enjoy the new season of ParentingU! You can hear all episodes of ParentingU on our website or on your favorite podcast app including Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Stitcher, or Google Podcasts. New! Watch videos of our podcast on YouTube: ParentingU playlist.

Heavy rain fall in the northeast region has taken a toll on the crops in the area. Hear agents talk about how its affecting each parish.

After receiving the diagnosis that her son, Jey, was autistic, Jan never gave up praying that she would one day hear her son speak. After years of consistent and desperate prayer, Jan and her husband experienced a modern day miracle when Jey spoke his first full sentence at 4 1/2 years old. You will be encouraged by this touching story of a mother's faithfulness to pray until the Light broke through! Below are some of our favorite takeaways from today's show: ️ God has an interesting way of preparing us for what is to come. He gives us confirmations that allow us to prepare our hearts and minds for the future. ️ Comparison is a trap that every new mom must overcome, regardless of developmental delays. ️ God places friendships in our lives to give us the courage to seek help/diagnosis when the time is right. ️ When we pray without ceasing for our children, we can have the confidence that God hears our prayers. ️ We can be a blessing to others who are walking a similar path as us and shine the light that God has given us. That is what community is all about! About Our Guest: Jan is from Rayville, Louisiana. She is married to Josh and they have 2 children – Jey (7 years old) and Evy (4 years old) and an American Brittany dog named Belle. Jan owns an Interior Decorating / Home Design Company- Strickland Interiors where she decorates, remodels, and makes selections for new construction homes in Northeast Louisiana. She has been the lead designer for the Monroe, Louisiana St. Jude Dream Homes for the past 5 years and is now about to start on her 6th home as lead designer. On a personal level, Jan and Josh became very involved in the local Autism Society of North Louisiana and helped to get a bill passed a couple years back HB 317 to have an Autism designation printed on learner's permits and driver's licenses.

**If you enjoyed this episode, please write a quick review or rating on your podcast platform so that it will be easier for other listeners to find.  Thanks so much!Meet my friend, Hamilton Winters.  He has written a great book called "The Art of Everything" which shares real-life, entertaining and inspiring stories that he compares to stories from the Bible.  Hamilton is kind, funny and wise beyond his years.  I enjoyed our conversation and his perspective, and I'm sure you will too.  Hamilton's story is inspiring, and he isn't even 30 yet!  He is one of the most amazing young men I've ever met. Hamilton's purpose in life is to light fires in others, encouraging and inspiring them to pursue their passions and professions while staying grounded in their true purpose through Christ.Originally from Northeast Louisiana, Hamilton Winters now resides in Atlanta, Georgia. An award-winning speaker and author, Hamilton is a graduate of the University of Louisiana at Monroe (BBA, Marketing) and the University of Mississippi (MBA) and current student at Dallas Theological Seminary.Hamilton works with North Point Ministries in Atlanta and is the author of the new book "The Art of Everything: connect your story to History." In recent years, Hamilton co-founded one of Atlanta's fastest growing flight schools, NSPIRE Aviation, and worked as a marketing strategist for Liger Partners serving a range of clients from local boutiques to multi-billion dollar conglomerates. With an extensive background in the fields of branding, marketing, sales, operations, graphic design, and public speaking, Hamilton has provided valuable insight for businesses and leaders across the United States. In his free time, Hamilton is an avid traveler, creative writer, and occasional skydiver.Throughout the past decade, Hamilton has visited 26 countries on 5 continents. He is an Eagle Scout and co-leads a men's small group Bible study in the Buckhead neighborhood of Atlanta. 

Even for high-income workers, working a 9 to 5 job can be exhausting and leave you feeling trapped in an endless work cycle. If you are ready to uncover the most refined techniques for taking control of your finances and securing true wealth, listen to this episode with  Dr. Jeff Anzalone. Start generating cash flow through real estate investing and avoid working those long hours!WHAT YOU'LL LEARN FROM THIS EPISODE Top resources to help you start in real estate investmentHow to vet real estate sponsors and perform due diligence?Why is it necessary to raise awareness about alternative investment options?3 reasons why high-income earners start investing passivelyWhy it pays to be an entrepreneurRESOURCES/LINKS MENTIONEDRich Dad Poor Dad by Robert T. Kiyosaki | Paperback https://amzn.to/3yOgwLq and Kindle https://amzn.to/38CkP1SRich Dad's CASHFLOW Quadrant by Robert T. Kiyosaki | Paperback https://amzn.to/3NqCbxr and Kindle https://amzn.to/3sMsKk4The Best Ever Real Estate Show https://www.bestevercre.com/podcastLearn about Dr. Jeff's real estate investing experiences and strategies for teaching other high-income earners the proper way to invest in his ebook "The Ultimate Passive Income Guide." Claim your FREE copy at https://www.debtfreedr.com/guide.com/ and get guidance in investing opportunities today!ABOUT DR. JEFF ANZALONEJeff Anzalone is a full-time practicing periodontist in Louisiana. He is an author and the only Board-Certified periodontist in Northeast Louisiana. After becoming debt-free, he shifted his focus to acquiring streams of passive income using real estate as he realized that the income from his practice was his family's only income stream at the time. Dr. Anzalone now uses his blog, DebtFreeDr.com, to educate doctors and other high-income professionals on how to passively invest in real estate to stop trading their time for money.CONNECT WITH DR. JEFFWebsite: Debt-Free Doctor https://www.debtfreedr.com/YouTube: Debt Free Doctor - Jeff Anzalone https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC1Rp68AymBWhvEuyBFMt2igCONNECT WITH USGreen Light Equity Group - http://www.investwithgreenlight.com/For a list of Virtual Meetups - Email:tate@glequitygroup.com | chelsea@glequitygroup.com Special Announcement! Tate's brand-new audiobook "F.I.R.E.-Financial Independence Retire Early Through Apartment Investing" is downloadable! Go to: Green Light Equity Group: http://www.investwithgreenlight.com/Do you have difficulty underwriting deals? Never worry about getting your numbers wrong with Real Estate Lab, a cloud-based platform for investors. Sign up today at https://www.realestatelab.com/ using the promo code TAG2 to get 10% off your first 12 months. Automate your acquisitions and underwriting like a boss now!

On this month's episode of the Live Better with Centric FCU Podcast, we sat down with Centric's Senior Vice President & CFO, Billy Joiner and Centric's Thomas Road Center Manager, Destiny Witherington to talk about Centric's Biz Kid$ program.Both Billy and Destiny share with us some of their favorite memories, favorite lessons, and their over all experiences with Bizkids. Centric offers free financial education for middle and high school students throughout Northeast Louisiana. To learn more about Biz Kid$ at Centric, please visit https://www.mycentric.org/bizkids/.

We are kicking off Season 2 of The Reflecting Light Show with a real and raw conversation between April and Coach Jeff Fitzgerald of how he and his wife were able to come out of a season of depression and darkness and into God's marvelous light. Coach Fitz is a big believer in putting on the Armor of God every day and will explain how it's not much different from suiting up for a football game. Below are some of our favorite takeaways from today's show: ⭐️ Putting on the armor of God is a daily practice that provides divine protection from the enemy. When we are aware of the enemy's schemes we can fight with confidence that the battle is already won. ⭐️ There is nothing that we can do to make God love us. We don't have to worry about approval or meeting a particular standard. It's just a benefit of being in the Light. ⭐️ The sword (God's Word) comes to bless and correct. God brings about the improvement inside of our lives when we pick up the sword daily. ⭐️ God can use other people to be the “Shield of Faith” in our times of darkness. ⭐️ Putting on our armor allows us to rest in Him as we walk through various trials. He gives us glimmers of hope to keep us pressing on. About Our Guest: Coach Jeff Fitzgerald is currently leading the charge for Fellowship of Christian Athletes in Northeast Louisiana. After coaching football for almost 22 years, Coach Fitz now is able to pour into the lives of youth by encouraging EVERY athlete. Jeff has also be instrumental in sharpening both men and women through retreat and lifegroup ministries at North Monroe Baptist Church. Jeff is married to his beautiful wife Kim and is the proud dad to two daughters.

Senator Robert Barham began by farming cotton and other row crops in Northeast Louisiana. From there, he became a Louisiana State Senator and later the State Secretary of the Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries. Before retiring he was also the director of Louisiana state parks & historic sites.In this episode Senator Barham shares about the importance of Agricultural individuals in politics and leaning on his faith to help him lead through disasters like the Deepwater Horizon oil spill. That Farm Life Podcast is a resource of Agri Health Network. For more information and to find more resources, check out AgriHealth.net.  Questions or comments? Email us at info@agrihealth.net.

April Rodgers welcomes Corey Taylor to The Reflecting Light Show to share with us his story of how he was radically transformed from a sports star (who was successful by worldly standards but walking in total darkness) to a man on fire for God (who now points everyone he meets to The Light). Throughout this conversation you will learn how to share your faith with a renewed passion. We cannot/should not/will not be ashamed! Below are some of our favorite takeaways from today's show: ⭐️ Times of uncertainty teach us to draw closer to God and stand firm on His Word. ⭐️ Darkness is the absence of light. Accepting the invitation to follow Christ is all we have to do to start walking in the light. ⭐️ Discipleship helps us to learn how to love others to Christ, which is irresistible. The added benefit is that as we live in a community of believers, God's love trickles down into our homes and families. ⭐️ Once we come to the end of ourselves, the Lord's work can begin within us. We cannot be ashamed of the gospel and how it has saved us. About Our Guest: Corey Taylor is a Monroe, Louisiana, native who is well known in his community for his passion for Christ and God's ability to transform lives. He is married to his gorgeous wife, DeAnn, and together they have three beautiful daughters. Corey is a leader within the Men's Ministry at North Monroe Baptist Church and has been instrumental in retreat ministry throughout Northeast Louisiana. Please consider subscribing and leaving us a 5 star rating so that we can continue to shine His light!

Going Back to Yesterday

In this episode, we welcome Billy Stanley who was our featured reader at Poets Speak Loud at the Lark Tavern on March 27, 2006. Billy Stanley grew up in the backwaters of the D'arbonne Bayou on the outskirts of West Monroe, Louisiana. After exhausting his literary ambitions in the twin cities of Northeast Louisiana he took off to Provincetown Massachusetts to become Stanley Kunitz's garbageman for a few summers. He humbled himself before Yusef Komuyakaa at the end of Cape Cod. Dave Brinks agitated him on the streets of the Big Easy as Billy yawped his bona fides. He then fell in Love and shoveled snow in New York's capital. Shaker ghosts in Watervliet haunted him on early morning sunrises in the dead of winter. Adam Goldsworthy teaches him the poetry of nature as Livio Levante teaches him the riches of nature. Billy says that “Poetry is man's attempt to rationalize the magnificence of nature in the face of our human hubris. Hope you like mine, I do.” Please welcome, next up to the mic, Billy Stanley To find out more about the great poetry and spoken word community in upstate New York, go to albanypoets.com Our theme music was “Imagination” by Danijel Zambo (https://uppbeat.io/t/danijel-zambo/imagination) License code: 44TCGFPF1L1434BE

Singer and Christian worship leader, Betty McCoy Hawkins grew up in Monroe, Louisiana, the youngest of 10 children. Reared up in the church with strong family roots in Christ. This soulful, anointed Woman of God has been active in ministry most of her life, youth leader, youth director, praise and worship leader, and sung in many choirs throughout Northeast Louisiana often as a soloist. https://www.bettyhawkinsandunited.org https://www.facebook.com/bettyhawkinsandunited/ https://youtu.be/yuJMbGZUSHk https://www.instagram.com/bettyhawkinsandunited/ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/betty-hawkins-and-united/1206862395 https://www.amazon.com/You-Are-Betty-Hawkins-United/dp/B01B7TGWIQ --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/virtuousdivacompany/message

Jeff Anzalone is a periodontist who specializes in the treatment of the gums and bone supporting the teeth, minimally invasive tooth extractions, and in the placement of dental implants. He is a native of Northeast Louisiana and has opened up his periodontal practice in his home town of Monroe in 2006.As a solo practitioner, Jeff was worried about not having a source of income if something should happen to him. He also owed close to $300,000 in student loans along with other debts. These concerns caused him to look into his financial future and sought other means to generate additional income. He learned to build many streams of passive income and after seven years he was debt-free. Jeff became passionate about sharing his debt-free journey, the strategies he learned, and basic investing principles with other doctors and high-income professionals. This resulted in the creation of his business Debt Free Doctor.  His goal is to teach everything he learned along the way to help others reach financial freedom much quicker than you'd ever thought possible.Listen in as they discuss:What led Jeff to began real estate investingHis real estate experienceHow did he recover from a major investment failureHelping doctors to create a plan to achieve financial freedomAnd, more!TIP OF THE WEEKMark: My tip of the week is to check out debtfreedr.com, there is a lot in here.Scott: If you want to have your profile look good like on Facebook, check out mindyourbanners.com and you can get pretty images out there for your banner.Jeff: This advice helps me along the way when I talk to people about Real Estate or syndications and you kind of had questions like “What are you talking about, I'm not really sure” unless I can't explain it to a fifth-grader, don't do it. Whatever it is, if you're not comfortable with it, you don't know then you don't have business to do that. If you don't know what you're getting in to, then don't do it. I put educational articles on my site at debtfreedr.com to help."Isn't it time to create passive income so you can work where you want, when you want and with whomever you want?"

Show Notes Moe Factz with Adam Curry for November 21st 2020, Episode number 54 "Lemonhead Delight" Description Adam and Moe deconstruct the numbers of the 2020 election. Who will be left holding the bag? Executive Producers: Morgone Myrrhy Mitchell Rodgers Joe Bisesi Nastassja Findley Scott Shellhammer Sir Kaz David Roll Jonathan Drawver megan emery Associate Executive Producers: "Nero" of the Dark God Lands, aka "Northeast Louisiana) Chris Bailey Timothy Keirnan Theodora Dorinda Ongena John Taylor Syrus Esaw Donald Francis Erik Höchel Elvis Rosenberg Episode 54 Club Members Chris Bailey Timothy Keirnan Theodora Dorinda Ongena John Taylor Syrus Esaw Donald Francis Erik Höchel Donate to the show at moefundme.com Search for us in your podcast directory or use this link to subscribe to the feed Podcast Feed For more information: MoeFactz.com

Jen and Beth learn about this patriotic breed, and share tips for bringing home a new dog...when you already have dogs at home.Sources:American Foxhound (AKC)Is the American Foxhound Right for You? Special Traits of a Venerable Breed (AKC) By George: A Founding Father and his American Foxhounds  (AKC)American Foxhound (Wag) Ten Things You Didn't Know About the American Foxhound (Puppy Toob)American Foxhound Weird Facts (Terrific Pets)American Foxhound (Wisdom Panel)American Foxhound Facts (SoftSchools)American Foxhound (VetStreet)How To Successfully Introduce A Second Dog Into Your Family (The Barking Lot)Rescues: All Hounds on Deck: All Hounds on Deck is a dedicated hound rescue based in Northeast Louisiana. They  place dogs anywhere in the continental United States and Southern Canada. Magic's Mission:  Magic's Mission is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit beagle and hound rescue based out of Buffalo, NY that works to save vulnerable dogs from abuse, neglect, and kill shelters. They are a 100% foster-run rescue and do not have a physical shelter - their dogs reside in foster homes all across upstate NY.  @magicsmissionInstagram Accounts:@Jada_americanfoxhound@Moose.brokeloose@laylathefoxhound@fenwaythefoxhound

Dennis, RL, and Kylie talk with Dr. Stephen Harrison about planting wheat in the Northeast region.

In this episode of Louisiana Now, we focus on the growing need of feeding those who are hungry. Food pantries in Louisiana have experienced a tripling of the number of clients. Supplies were at a critical level to begin with and as the pandemic continues, numbers continue to decline. Bishop Cynthia Fierro Harvey has approved a Louisiana Conference grant from the Office of Missional Engagement and Outreach in the amount of $50,000 to Feeding Louisiana, to be distributed by them to their food bank members around the state. In this episode, we hear from Rev. Sam Hubbard at SLU Wesley and Rev. Kennon Pickett from Broadmoor United Methodist Church in Baton Rouge - both doing all they can to serve meals in this time of need. To support the Wesly Foundation of SLU, consider ordering some of their coffee: https://www.kairoskoffeehouse.com/ Food Banks Across Louisiana: Food Bank of Central Louisiana: https://www.fbcenla.org/ Greater Baton Rouge Food Bank: https://brfoodbank.org/ Food Bank of Northeast Louisiana: https://www.foodbanknela.org/ Second Harvest Food Bank of Greater New Orleans and Acadiana: https://no-hunger.org/ Food Bank of Northwest Louisiana: https://www.foodbanknla.org/

R.L. and Kylie talk row rice with Dr. Dustin Harrell.  They cover all aspects of production and where row rice acreage is going in Northeast Louisiana.  

Here's a short conversation with Katie Shroeder about her farm life in Northeast Louisiana. She moved to Louisiana to work as an agronomist at a large sweet potato farm, then transitioned to work at a community garden mentoring teenagers. On this mini episode, she explains what she does for fun off away from the garden, as well as how she's enjoyed her move from Michigan to Louisiana.

In this episode of LA Delta Crop Report Podcast Kevin Wofford with the Louisiana Department of Ag and Forestry talks with R.L. Frazier about the unwanted pesticide pickup program scheduled for Northeast Louisiana. 

Dr. Anzalone is a board certified periodontist in Northeast Louisiana. After starting his own practice, he founded DebtFreeDr.com...Continue Reading...

Dr. Anzalone is a board certified periodontist in Northeast Louisiana. After starting his own practice, he founded DebtFreeDr.com in an effort to help other doctors avoid the same mistakes....Continue Reading...

The latest national and Louisiana ag news, market information, and a visit with Northeast Louisiana crop consultant Hank Jones. Hank gives us an update on crop conditions and harvest progress in the Northeast corner of our state.

The latest national and Louisiana ag news, market information, and a visit with Northeast Louisiana crop consultant Hank Jones. Hank gives us an update on crop conditions and harvest progress in the Northeast corner of our state.

On this episode, we meet a corn, cotton, rice, and soybean farmer from Northeast Louisiana. We discuss how he got started farming, how much his wife helps him around the farm, and how proud he is to do the job that he does as a farmer. We also talk about our Ag Leadership class and the trip we made to California to learn about agriculture outside of Louisiana.

This is a special edition of The Voice of Louisiana Agriculture Podcast, coming to you from the 97th Annual Convention of the Louisiana Farm Bureau Federation in New Orleans. Episode #33 is packed with news from the convention, including the address of Louisiana Governor John Bel Edwards, the keynote speaker at the convention's General Session. We also have an interview with Reynold Minsky, President of the 5th Louisiana Levee District. Reynold brings us up to date on what's happening along the river in Northeast Louisiana. On Grassroots Government, our guest is State Senator and Louisiana sugarcane farmer Bret Allain. He will discuss the recently concluded Louisiana legislative session and give us an update on his sugarcane crop. We will go In the Field to visit with Tensas Parish cotton, corn and soybean farmer Ben Guthrie for an update on his crop conditions. Our regular market analysts Greg Fox and Dave Foster will check in with a look at the markets. Then we will wrap up the podcast with a new feature. Long-time Louisiana farm broadcaster and newspaper columnist Jack Dillard will share his thoughts on what's happening in the Ark-La-Tex area.

This is a special edition of The Voice of Louisiana Agriculture Podcast, coming to you from the 97th Annual Convention of the Louisiana Farm Bureau Federation in New Orleans. Episode #33 is packed with news from the convention, including the address of Louisiana Governor John Bel Edwards, the keynote speaker at the convention's General Session. We also have an interview with Reynold Minsky, President of the 5th Louisiana Levee District. Reynold brings us up to date on what's happening along the river in Northeast Louisiana. On Grassroots Government, our guest is State Senator and Louisiana sugarcane farmer Bret Allain. He will discuss the recently concluded Louisiana legislative session and give us an update on his sugarcane crop. We will go In the Field to visit with Tensas Parish cotton, corn and soybean farmer Ben Guthrie for an update on his crop conditions. Our regular market analysts Greg Fox and Dave Foster will check in with a look at the markets. Then we will wrap up the podcast with a new feature. Long-time Louisiana farm broadcaster and newspaper columnist Jack Dillard will share his thoughts on what's happening in the Ark-La-Tex area.

Robert Billeaud, who has always been known as "Popie", is our guest. He serves as President of JB Mouton, the construction company established by his great-grandfather, John Berchman Mouton, in 1915. This interview gives the listener an opportunity to hear Popie speak of his love of building and the satisfaction the team at JB Mouton derives from creating structures built to withstand the test of time. As Popie tells clients, "You can pay for the building but it will always be ours!" One of 17 children raised by Lillie and Manning "Bozo" Billeaud, Popie was raised in a warm and loving family. While Bozo encouraged all of his children to follow their own path in life and "just get an education," Popie always loved the construction business. A graduate of Northeast Louisiana (now UL-Monroe), he studied Construction Management and joined his father at JB Mouton in 1976 as a Project Manager. The success of JB Mouton is attributable to its reputation for integrity and the ability to get the job done on time, if not early, with quality workmanship. Popie explained that building skills are such that you either have them or you don't, that you can't teach the innately given craft of building. So the company looks for team members with that gift and nurtures them and their talent, while always challenging the team to build the best building they can. Ongoing craft and safety training are important components of the company's culture. JB Mouton has built many of our community’s most iconic landmarks, schools, and churches such as the LITE Center, St. Pius Catholic Church and Elementary School, ESA’s lower school, CGI, the IberiaBank Tower in River Ranch, Moss BMW and Kia Sterling. They’ve also renovated St. John Cathedral, the Academy of the Sacred Heart, the Cajun Dome, Hub City Ford, IberiaBank Tower downtown, and St. Charles College in Grand Coteau. Chase Tower (formerly FNB Towers)The LITE CenterSt. Thomas More Football Stadium Surviving economic ups and downs and two World Wars has not been easy for the company, and the early days were tough. JB Mouton was originally a farmer who turned to carpentry to make a living. A jack of all trades, he learned the craft of building in early jobs he worked on, and in 1915 started building homes on his own. An early remodeling job JB Mouton took on was the home of Joshua Hays and Mary Laboye Town, the parents of A. Hays Town. Town was only 14 years old at the time and drew up the architectural plans for the remodel. He was so talented that he was hired by JB Mouton to draw up other plans and Town would recount later that his first commission ever made was paid by JB. By the 1930s, JB Mouton's sons, Bill and Francis, joined the firm and they began working commercial construction. U. S involvement in WWII resulted in the rationing of supplies so the firm put its work on hold with Francis going into the service and Bill taking their equipment to Fort Polk to be of service to the military. By 1949, Popie's father, Bozo, went to work at JB Mouton with his granddad and uncles. Commercial construction projects were in high demand and one of Bozo's first jobs was a contemporary A. Hays Town building on the airbase in New Iberia. The ensuing years led to the building of Pecan Island High School, Crowley High, Carencro High, and remodel/additions to Lafayette High, Woodvale, Alleman, Comeaux High, J. W. Faulk, and S. J. Montgomery. In the mid-1960's, JB Mouton added two stories to UL's Dupre Library, and Bozo joked that no books got wet in the process! The firm also built Lafayette's airport in the early 1960's and remodeled it in the late 1980's. From 1973 to 1975, JB Mouton worked on the construction of FNB Tower, now known as Chase Tower, designed by Jerry Gossen and Don O'Rourke. It is still the tallest building in Lafayette, LA. This iconic project was the first time that JB Mouton utilized the now commonly used design-assist-build process,

The disparity in Black Maternal Health is astounding. Black Moms are 3-4 times more likely to die from pregnancy-related deaths than a non-black mom according to the CDC. My state, Louisiana, is #2 behind Georgia in these losses. Our city, Monroe, LA, received two heart-wrenching blows as we loss two beautiful moms within days of each other, that left everyone with so many questions and started conversations revealing a host of traumatic experiences from family members left to mourn. #BlackMaternalHealth #PregnancyComplications  My guest, Professor Brittany Lewis, RN and I discuss factors associated with pregnancy-related loss, multiple factors related to the disparity, and what reignited her passion to make changes in these statistics. Brittany is seeking resources to help black moms in Northeast Louisiana obtain education and resources to reduce the risk and associated losses. She can be messaged at Brittany ChocolateDoll Lewis on Facebook.  This episode is sponsored by "The Mom Coach", Shayla Shaw. Shayla is dedicated to empowering moms to achieve goals related to family, career, purpose, and mental wellness. Ready to get unstuck and move towards your version of HAPPY? Let's get started now https://www.shaylashaw.com/contact #Empowerment

We're overdue for another podcast, so here we go with Episode #28 of The Voice of Louisiana Agriculture Podcast. We have a very long news segment this time because we're including excerpts from the induction speeches at the recent Louisiana Agriculture Hall of Distinction Banquet. Four very deserving folks are now in the Hall, and you'll hear from each of them, along with the latest news headlines in Louisiana agriculture. Rain and river flooding are on everyone's minds right now, so we'll check in with the Louisiana Commissioner of Agriculture and Forestry Dr. Mike Strain to get his take on the situation in Grassroots Government. We'll go In the Field to visit with West Carroll Parish farmer William Stutts, and he will update us on what's happening on his Northeast Louisiana farm. Our regular market analysts, Greg Fox and Dave Foster, will stop by for an update on the grain and cattle markets. Then we'll wrap it up with a look at the Louisiana Ag Calendar.

We're overdue for another podcast, so here we go with Episode #28 of The Voice of Louisiana Agriculture Podcast. We have a very long news segment this time because we're including excerpts from the induction speeches at the recent Louisiana Agriculture Hall of Distinction Banquet. Four very deserving folks are now in the Hall, and you'll hear from each of them, along with the latest news headlines in Louisiana agriculture. Rain and river flooding are on everyone's minds right now, so we'll check in with the Louisiana Commissioner of Agriculture and Forestry Dr. Mike Strain to get his take on the situation in Grassroots Government. We'll go In the Field to visit with West Carroll Parish farmer William Stutts, and he will update us on what's happening on his Northeast Louisiana farm. Our regular market analysts, Greg Fox and Dave Foster, will stop by for an update on the grain and cattle markets. Then we'll wrap it up with a look at the Louisiana Ag Calendar.

Episode 56 welcomes Sarah Hoffman, External Communications Officer with The Food Bank of Northeast Louisiana, to the 318 Now Podcast! Sarah discusses the role The Food Bank plays in the 318 area, including the flood recovery efforts that have occurred the past few weeks. In addition, Sarah informs us how the 318 community can help those individuals in need! Thanks for your continued support of the 318 Now Podcast!

The best time to learn implant surgery is right now.     After graduation from Kilbourne High School and NLU, Dr. Costello received his doctorate from LSU School of Dentistry in 2005. Dr. Costello decided not to specialize after dental school even though he finished first in his class. Instead, he elected to focus his practice on implant surgery and restorations. He is a member of American Academy of Implant Dentistry, Academy of General Dentistry, American Dental Association and Northeast Louisiana Dental Association. He completed the MCG/AAID Comprehensive Training Course in Implant Dentistry in 2009. In 2011, he became one of four Louisiana dentists to be awarded board certification and Associate Fellowship in Implant Dentistry by the AAID. He is also one of the few general dentists in Northeast Louisiana who is certified in IV Sedation. Now Dr. Costello shares his passion of implant dentistry with others by teaching implant surgery. He has taught nationally and internationally with IMPLANT KNOW HOW and AIE. Dr. Costello and his wife, Carla, have two sons, Connor and Ethan. Dr. Costello enjoys taking his boys fishing and hunting and hanging out with his family.     NELADENTAL.com 318-737-0964

Episode 30 has arrived! The 318 Now Podcast celebrates its 30th episode by welcoming Michelle Saucer, Community Impact Director with United Way of Northeast Louisiana, and Jeff Crise, movie-buff and friend of the podcast, to the show! Michelle discusses United Way's READ. LEARN. SUCCEED program and how we, the 318 now area, can help! In addition, Jeff and I hop aboard the time-travel machine and travel back to 1985! We discuss 30 of our top flicks from 1985! Thanks for your support of the 318 Now Podcast!

Happy Mother's Day! Episode 7 of the 318 Now Podcast welcomes Kelsi Guidry, Founder of MyWants as well as MyWants for Educators Insurance. Kelsi discusses his experiences as a Small Business Owner, including MyWants' growing phase, obstacles he has faced along the way and offers advice to potential Small Business owners. In addition, Kelsi details an exciting opportunity for educators in Northeast Louisiana through MyWants for Educators Insurance and DonorsChoose.org. Thanks for downloading Episode 7 of the 318 Now Podcast!

Host Jaimie sits down with Megan, Taylor, and Jessica, three married lesbian non-bio moms fighting for legal recognition of their parental rights in Louisiana. They discuss the challenges they're facing in the legal system, the archaic "presumption of paternity" civil code 185 being used against them, and the impact it has on their families. The guests share their personal experiences and the uncertainty they face as non-biological parents. They also highlight the importance of second-parent adoption and the need for better legislation to protect LGBTQ+ families.This is an essential listen for anyone in the LGBTQIA community considering family life, as well as for allies seeking understanding and connection. Stay tuned for more enlightening content from the Queer Family podcast that celebrates, uplifts, and normalizes diverse family narratives.