Flossie's Revenge

by Lubrican

Chapters : Foreword | 1-2 | 3-4 | 5-6 | 7-8 | 9-10 | 11-12 | 13-14 | 15-16 | 17-18 | 19-20 | 21-22
23-24 | 25-26 | 27-28 | 29-30 | 31-32 | 33-34 | 35-36 | 37-38 | 39-40 | 41-42 | 43-44

Chapter 13

Nathan and his sisters weren't the only youths in Catfish Hollow who were experimenting that night.

Four miles away, at a wide bend in Foster's creek, three other youths met after supper. In this case it was two boys and a girl.

Jesse and Luthor had both, for some reason, expected Johnnie Sue to look different when she loped up to join them. They, like most boys, had begun to look at girls a bit differently than they had in the past. It is difficult not to, once you begin to gather in sexual information, and process it. Once a boy contemplates the possibility that he can have sex, he never looks at girls in quite the same way as he had in the past.

For Johnnie Sue, the difference was that she had found something else to share with her best friends. She didn't anticipate having sex with them ... that was something only adults did. Miss Flossie said so. But playing sexually was fun, and she liked it a lot. By the time she'd gotten home the pain of her torn hymen was just a nagging little thing, and by the time her chores were done, and supper was over, she had shoved her worry over that to the back of her mind.

When she skidded to a stop in front of her blood brothers, her hands went to her shirt buttons immediately.

"Last one in's a rotten egg!" she yipped.

The boys started fumbling frantically with their own clothes, their youthful brains unable to decide whether getting naked was the main plan, or avoiding being the rotten egg was more important. At any rate, shortly there were three piles of clothes on the ground, and three naked bodies splashing in the creek.

The norm, in this situation, was to splash each other, push each other, dunk each other, and generally be violent in a competitive kind of way. It wasn't intended to actually prove anything. It was more like puppies growling and biting and chasing each other around, while their mother looked on in patient approval. If things got out of hand, the mamma dog could step in.

But in this case, there was no mamma to step in, and this play was somehow different than it had been in the past. There was a little more aggression, on both the boys' part and Johnnie Sue's. The feel of chasing and pushing was a little more exciting, somehow. The feel of skin on wet skin had always been there, of course, but in the past it had been arms and legs slipping against each other. Now, suddenly, other body parts came into contact, sliding across each other. The boys, when they tackled each other, somehow knew how to mitigate the kind of touch that pressed a penis against one's temporary rival. But, when they grappled with Johnnie Sue, that urge for mitigation seemed to be missing.

It was almost mind-blowingly fun. Johnnie Sue wrapped her legs around them, pushing her crotch against a hip, or a knee, as she tried to trip them and force their heads under water. Her breasts pressed against a smooth back, as she put her arms around them to lift and throw. When they caught her, their hands slipped all over, frequently across her breasts. Had they done this on land, with no excuse, she would have rebuffed that touch. But here, in the water, it all seemed exciting, though harmless, just the same. When Luthor got the better of her physically, it only seemed fair to grab for his penis, pulling and squeezing as he yelped, letting go. That worked so well with him that she stalked Jesse, reaching for his too, as he backpedaled and cried for her to stop.

She became the huntress, growling, her hands out like claws, laughing at the mock terror on the boys' faces. When she caught one, she'd maul him with her hands, sliding them all over his butt and between his legs, brushing his balls.

Eventually, they fought back, making lunges to feel between her legs, even though there was nothing there to grab. They managed to squeeze her breasts, but she didn't seem to care, always grabbing for a penis instead of trying to get away.

All the time, the tension built. It was play, but it somehow became serious play. The penises she grabbed for became erect, and stayed that way, even when she catcalled and made fun of them, accusing them of wanting to have sex with her and calling them dirty little boys.

Finally there came a time when Luthor, when she grabbed his penis, didn't try to get away any more. He just stood there.

She gave his prick a little squeeze.

"Gotcha," she said, panting.

"I know," he said. "That feels really good, Johnnie Sue."

She pulled at it gently.

"You like it when I do that?"

He nodded.

"If I keep doing it will it squirt, like before?" she asked.

"What are you guys doing?" asked Jesse, yards away.

"I'm rubbing his root," called out Johnnie Sue.

"Hey! You can't do that!" said Jesse, swimming closer to them.

"Why not?" asked Johnnie Sue.

"You're supposed to rub your own root, not have somebody else rub it for you," he said.

"I don't know about that," gasped Luthor. "It feels mighty good when she does it."

"Really?" asked Jesse, coming closer.

"C'mere, an' I'll rub yours too," offered Johnnie Sue.

"I don't think so," said Jesse.

"Come on, Jesse. I like doing it."

"Really? How come?"

"I don't know. It just feels nice, that's all."

"It sure does," gasped Luthor.

"Stand up," said Jesse. "I don't think you're really rubbing it. You're trying to play a trick on me."

Johnnie Sue led Luthor toward the bank, pulling his prick like it was a leash. He went willingly, and soon the water was around his thighs. Johnnie Sue sat down, waist-deep, facing him, and reversed her hand so her thumb was toward her face. She stroked lovingly.

"Dang!" sighed Jesse. "You really are doing it."

"C'mere," urged Johnnie Sue again.

Slowly Jesse moved closer, a half step at a time. As his hips came out of the water they could see he was very hard too. His own hand was wrapped around his penis and he stroked it slowly.

"Let her do it," gasped Luthor. "It feels really good!"

It did, too. When Jesse finally got close enough, and she batted his hand away from his penis, she grasped it and jerked it in time with the hand stroking Luthor. Jesse's knees felt like they were going to give way.

"Uhhhhhh" he moaned.

"Told you," panted Luthor. "I feel it coming, Johnnie Sue."

"Jesse's is easier to rub," she commented, watching his foreskin slide back and forth. "His skin moves."

Just then Luthor got his nut off, and his spunk squirted out. While he had warned her, she hadn't realized he'd go off that quickly, and it hit her shoulder. She had the immediate sensation of warmth, but otherwise wasn't put off by the stuff getting on her. She was in the creek, and could easily wash it off. She looked closely at the knob, and saw the little slit open up just before another spurt lanced out. She milked it and he sagged back down in the water. She looked up at Jesse and changed hands, using her strong hand on him.

"I wish you could spurt stuff to Jesse," she said. "It's fun to see that."

Her rhythm on Jesse's prick wasn't quite right to bring him off, and he started helping her, closing his hand over hers and making her speed up a little. When he felt the dry agony of an orgasm with no semen to soothe things, his face twisted up and he leaned forward to support his weight on Johnnie Sue's shoulders. His penis was right in front of her face. She played with it, fascinated by the foreskin, and what she could do with it.

"Thank you, Johnnie Sue," gasped Jesse. "I sure hope you don't get in trouble for doing that."

"Nobody's going to know but us," said Johnnie Sue firmly. "This is blood brother business."

Johnnie Sue had gotten heated up, playing with those stiff pricks, and she got out to lie on the grass on the bank, legs spread, to rub herself. Luthor offered to rub her, and she let him try, but he didn't have the touch. Jesse squatted, peering between her legs, but didn't want to try himself. Her middle finger split her lips as she pulled at her clitty.

"Your finger is going inside you," gasped Jesse, as the fingertip disappeared between the lips.

"Just a little," she moaned, loving the feeling of being watched.

"Can you make it go more?" asked Luthor.

"That hurt last time," she panted. "Remember the blood?"

"Are you still bleeding?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said.

"Well check," he urged.

Slowly, Johnnie Sue started sliding her finger deeper. She felt the place that had been sore. It was still sore, but didn't have the stinging sensation she had felt before.

"I think I found where I cut myself," she said. She found she could go deeper, and that it didn't hurt deeper. Suddenly her knuckles were pressed against her flesh.

"It's all the way in!" gasped Jesse.

"Doesn't that hurt?" asked Luthor.

"Uhhhh...no" panted Johnnie Sue, experimenting with the finger. She pulled it out, and slid it back in, loving the feel of it stroking her up inside. She learned in the next seconds to push the finger inside, while scraping it along her bump, and that was even better. Soon she was bucking and moaning as she got her own sexual release. At the end she flopped back, limp and satisfied while the boys hovered over her on hands and knees.

Luthor reached for the hand she had been using to pleasure herself. He picked it up as she half opened her eyes to see what he was doing.

"No blood," he said, examining her finger. He sniffed. "It smells funny."

"I pee down there," she said, suddenly wanting to wash her hand.

"No, not like that," said Luthor, sniffing again. He held the hand out to Jesse, who reluctantly got his broad nose close enough to take a little sniff.

"I don't smell anything," he said, backing off.

"Try again," said Luthor, holding her limp hand out.

Jesse should have recognized the tone in his friend's voice. It was the tone of "I'm about to get you!", but he missed it. He leaned closer and, as his nose got close, Luthor pushed her hand, rubbing her finger against Jesse's lips and smearing them with her juices.

"Oh, ahhhh!" yelled Jesse, backing up so fast he fell on his butt. His soft flesh landed on a small rock, and it hurt.

"What'd you do that for?" he complained, as Luthor laughed. Jesse sat there, looking injured and unconsciously licked his lips. He knew instantly that he was tasting Johnnie Sue ... from between her legs. His first thought was of old Boomer, his neighbor's dog, who came around every time Daisy, his own dog, came into heat. Boomer would sniff around Daisy's butt and then lick it for ten minutes before jumping up on her and humping her. Jesse had always thought the dog was stupid or something, to be licking another dog's butt like that. Now he got his first clue that there was more going on there than just a tongue and a butt.

"She tastes good," he blurted.

"Huh?" asked Luthor.

"Nothing!" said Jesse. Nobody would ever believe him if he told the truth.

Just then Johnnie Sue sat up. "It's getting late. If we want to be able to keep coming here, we'd better get back home."

They gathered up their clothes. They were still a little damp, and pulling on their clothes wasn't easy, but they managed. Johnnie Sue waved, grinning, and started off running towards her house, which was the opposite direction that Luthor and Jesse needed to go. The boys started walking back together.

"What did you say about her tasting good?" pressed Luthor.

"Nothing really," said Jesse.

"Come on Jesse, I'm sorry I tricked you like that."

Jesse looked at his friend. "That's just it. When her finger touched my lips I could taste ... her ... you know ... from down there. And she tasted good, Luthor! I was surprised!"

"Really?" Luthor didn't sound like he was disgusted. With all that had happened lately, his mind was open to a lot more strange ideas than it would have been otherwise.

"Really!" said Jesse. As the boys walked along he explained about how Boomer licked Daisy, and thought he now knew why.

Chapter 14

School the next day started just as it usually did, with the kids arriving in twos and threes, while Flossie finished writing the lesson on the board. While they waited for class to start, the kids usually just chatted quietly with each other, about this or that.

On this day, though, almost all the older kids had things on their minds that they didn't want to chat about ... at least not with everybody there. With the exception of Ruth Ann, all the older girls present in the room had thoughts of a hard penis in their minds. The appearance of that penis was different from girl to girl, but the look on their faces was remarkably similar. And the boys had visions of breasts in their minds, for the most part. Those breasts had to share mental room with the feeling of spurting (or almost spurting, in Jesse's case). Even though Moses hadn't been at the swimming hole the night before, his one-time exposure to Johnnie Sue's breasts had been a powerful thing, and he had stroked his rod every time he got the chance since then.

Flossie could tell they were distracted, and she had a pretty good idea of why. She was less and less sure that this 'health class' was a good idea. But, she was stuck with it now. Things had already gone way past the point where all she would likely suffer was a ride on a fence rail, her body covered with hot tar and white feathers. She hadn't meant for things to get nearly as ... in depth ... as they had yesterday. She hoped they'd lose interest after a few more days.

When Flossie waved at the last of the little ones, going off to home, she closed the door and turned around to find her older students sitting quietly in their chairs, already attentive. They had pulled them into a circle again, and again, the girls were on one side and the boys on the other.

There was a complicated mix of emotions and motivations going on in the group. The Wilson children were quite aware that, if anyone found out what they'd done together, they'd be in the biggest trouble of their whole lives. That didn't lessen the desire to do it again. But it was a secret they intended to take to their graves. The emotions it caused in them, however, were in the here and now, and their thirst for more sexual knowledge drove them to seek it. What they were trying to figure out was how to ask questions, without giving themselves away.

It was much the same with Johnnie Sue, Luthor and Jesse. Best friends though they might be, they knew that wouldn't cut any mustard with adults, and it probably wouldn't mean anything to the other kids either, if they found out what the three had done. Moses would probably cut them some slack, because he had participated that one time. The others wouldn't. But they had questions too, based on experience they shouldn't have, and they were trying to figure out how to ask them.

Flossie launched into the dry description of how a sperm, with its little tail, swam along until it found an egg, and then penetrated the egg, at which point a baby was officially made. Then she described how that egg attached to the wall of the uterus and began to grow into the baby that eventually came out. The literature she had read gave special emphasis on describing how long and painful the process of birth was, since this was believed to encourage girls to wait as long as possible to actually risk pregnancy.

She was about to switch to venereal diseases, when she noticed Moses' head drop and then rise again. He was nodding off. She looked around. Most of the boys were gazing here or there. Only Johnnie Sue was looking directly at her. Ruth Ann seemed to be dozing too.

"Of course this is all just boring, right, children?" she extemporized.

She got two "Uh huh"s and a "Yes, ma'am" before the kids realized what they'd said. She sighed.

"Do you have questions left over from yesterday?" she asked. They perked up almost as a group.

You could have heard a pin drop.

"Well, if there aren't any more questions, I suppose out health class is over." said Flossie.

There was a chorus of wails and cries of "Noooo".

"Well," said Flossie impatiently. "If you are not going to ask any questions, and are just going to fall asleep if I give you the lecture ... what in the world am I supposed to do?"

Jesse's hand shot up.

"Yes Jesse?"

"Well ... um ... I was just wonderin'," he started, looking bashfully around. "I got this dog named Daisy, you know? and this other dog named Boomer ... he comes around when Daisy is in heat, or at least that's what Daddy calls it. When does a woman get in heat?"

Flossie smiled. "There is a difference between humans and other animals," she said. "All animals have a regular cycle, just like women do with the egg I mentioned. The ovaries - that's the name of the special place a woman's eggs are kept - release an egg about once every twenty-eight days. That would be when she comes into 'heat' I suppose, except that people don't behave like other animals do when that time comes."

"So ... other stuff Boomer does to Daisy ... people wouldn't do that?" he asked.

All Flossie could think of that a dog would do was mount the bitch, so she shook her head slightly.

"I think that most animals do it the same," she said. "It may look a little different, but in almost every case, it's the same."

What she meant was that, in almost all cases, the male put his penis in the female's vagina, inserted the sperm, and that was pretty much it. What she actually did was validate a behavior that, if she'd known what he was talking about, she might have prevaricated on. Jesse had been trying to work up to asking a direct question about Boomer licking what Jesse was now sure was Daisy's vagina, rather than her butt, and he relaxed as he realized he didn't have to ask the question any more. She had already answered it. Luthor, who at the mention of Daisy and Boomer also expected Jesse to ask about the licking thing, received the information in much the same way.

There was quiet for a while longer, and then Bernadette tentatively raised her hand half way.

"Yes, Bernadette?" asked Flossie.

"There was something I heard in school ... when we were still in Atlanta, and I never understood it."

"What was that?" asked Flossie.

"I don't know if I'll get in trouble for saying it," said Bernadette.

Flossie smiled. "We've already been over this. The idea is to learn. There isn't any such thing as a stupid question."

"Okay, then ... said Bernadette, moving around in her seat. "These girls were talking about something they called a blow job. What is that?"

Flossie's heart fell. Why, oh why, had she ever decided to do this crazy thing?

"I don't know if I can explain that," she said weakly.

"Why not?" asked Ruth Ann, aware somehow that the explanation would be very interesting.

"Well ... it's a little like ... masturbation, I suppose," Flossie said. "It doesn't have a real purpose in reproduction ... making a baby." She looked at all the expectant faces in front of her. "I suppose you could call it something that ... well I mean some people call it ... fun." She almost groaned, characterizing something like that as "fun" in front of children. "Maybe not fun," she said quickly. "More like ... well I don't know why people do that, to be honest," she finally said in frustration.

"Do what?" asked Hilda Mae. "You never said what it is."

"Well ..." said Flossie, trying to delay the inevitable, "I guess the proper term for it is oral sex."

"Oral," said Johnnie Sue. "Doesn't that mean mouth?" She looked confused.

"Yes," said Flossie miserably. "It's where the mouth is used to provide sexual stimulation."

"Sex with the ... mouth?" whispered Johnnie Sue.

There was a general shifting of bodies in seats, and a mixed look on faces, from flat disbelief, to something very akin to horror.

"Why would anybody do that?!" asked Ruth Ann.

Flossie slumped. How did she get into these messes?

"I suppose because it feels good. Or at least some people think so, I mean," she said heavily. She didn't know what to say now.

"How, exactly, does that work?" asked Ruth Ann, driving another spike into Flossie's heart.

"You children must remember that all this is just between us ... here at school. Please understand that if any of the parents found out we talked about this ... well ... there would probably be no more school ... ever!" she moaned.

"We know that," said several children.

Flossie knew more about oral sex than her students, primarily because, in college, some of her girlfriends had tried to convince her that oral sex was the best way in the world to control a man. If done properly, it left him limp, and unable to press on to the baby-making part. And, if the man could be convinced to service the woman, she had a great deal of fun too. It wasn't characterized as birth control in these conversations, but that was the intent. Fun could be had without that penis getting where it would do some real damage. That was fine, though Flossie had never actually taken the next step - actually trying it. That was because she just didn't go out on dates. She went to a few parties, but always alone, and she always left alone and went straight back to her room. What she was thinking now was that there was no earthly reason for children this age to know anything about that kind of thing. But it was another one of those damn cats, let out of a bag you couldn't get it to go back inside.

"All right," she said finally. "I'm going to talk about it, but you must understand that this is not part of a normal health class. You shouldn't even know about this kind of thing until you're grown up."

That was her disorganized way of telling them this behavior was for adults, and not for children. It made sense in her own mind, but it didn't come off quite that way to the children.

"Sometimes, when a woman doesn't want to have sex with a man ... maybe because she's in heat and doesn't want to have a baby just then ... she uses her mouth on the man's penis."

She stopped to see what the reaction was. There were a lot of wide eyes, but no questions.

"I suppose it's a little like when he rubs his penis - masturbates. It feels good to him, and he can have an orgasm while she's doing that."

"And the sperm comes out during an orgasm," whispered Bernadette, looking somehow much less startled than Flossie would have expected her to.

"Yes," said Flossie.

"But ... wouldn't it get in her mouth?" asked Johnnie Sue.

"Yes," said Flossie, not knowing what else to say.

"But then it would be inside her," said Bernadette, looking very serious. "And if it was inside her, wouldn't it still make her have a baby?"

Flossie almost laughed, but controlled the nervous instinct.

"No, it doesn't work like that. The egg drops down into the uterus. There's no connection between the stomach and the uterus, so sperm in the stomach simply seems like ... food ... I guess ... to the body." That hadn't quite come out like she intended. Then again, she hadn't intended to talk about oral sex at all.

"So that's what you meant when you said the woman does this if she doesn't want to have a baby," said Johnny Sue. "If the sperm stays in her stomach, then she can't have a baby."

"Yes," said Flossie. She didn't know whether to say anything else or not.

Moses raised his hand. "Is that what they mean when they say somebody's a ... cock sucker?"

Flossie felt her face flush. "Usually, that's a name they use as a curse word ... to vent anger. But I suppose it came from what a woman does during oral sex."

"Boy, I'll bet that tastes yucky." said Ruth Ann.

Flossie happened to be looking at Bernadette at the moment, or she wouldn't have seen the slight shake of her head. Then obviously, Bernadette stopped her head and looked around. Flossie felt the need to avert her eyes, somehow knowing that Bernadette hadn't wanted anyone to see her head movement. Alarm flashed through Flossie. If what she had seen was an indicator that Bernadette somehow knew what semen tasted like, something was horribly wrong! Now she looked back at the girl, who was looking at her. There was nothing in her eyes except a slight look of something that looked like relief.

It occurred to Flossie, in that moment, that Bernadette might have learned a whole lot more about 'blow jobs', back in Atlanta, than she was letting on. It didn't seem strange that the girl would be reluctant to say she had performed one, in an effort to share that knowledge with the rest of the class, or maybe validate her own experience. How better than to ask the question, exactly like she had, to discuss it without making herself sound like a harlot? Flossie's initial discomfort that a girl that young might have engaged in oral sex gave way to the soothing thought that the girl wasn't in the big city any more. There were no boys around Catfish Hollow who would be asking her for a blow job. Maybe that was the relief she had seen in the girl's eyes. Flossie had surely never been interested in finding out what sperm tasted like.

"Okay, so what does a man do to a woman, then?" asked Curtis Lee.

Flossie just looked at him, dumfounded. How did he know a man could service a woman orally too?

"I bet I know," said Jesse softly. He looked up, his eyes wide, and clamped both hands over his mouth.

"What?" asked several of the kids.

"Go ahead and tell them," said Luthor suddenly. He looked surprised he had spoken too. Everyone else looked just as surprised.

It took a few minutes, but with repeated urging, Jesse finally told them about his observations of Boomer and Daisy. "That's what I was talking about when I asked that question a little while ago," he said. When he was done all eyes turned to Flossie expectantly.

It was actually easier than she had thought it would be five minutes earlier. Tying it to similar behavior in animals made it easier.

"Yes, it's very similar to that. Licking the vulva is said to produce very pleasurable feelings for the woman." she admitted.

"Vulva?" asked Luthor.

Flossie got up and went to the board. She made an admittedly crude drawing of a woman's sexual organs on the board, pointing to each part and naming it for them with the proper name.

"So that's almost like masturbation for a woman too," said Nathan, looking interested. "Like when she's rubbing herself."

"Yes," said Flossie weakly.

"But people pee from those parts!" said Johnnie Sue.

"Yes," said Flossie. Some perverse force drove her on. "You're probably not aware of it, but urine is actually sterile when it is first expelled out of the body. There have been cases, in the desert, where people have been saved from dying of thirst by drinking urine."

There was a chorus of the expected moans, groans and denials. Flossie left it at that, feeling that she just might have put a lid on all this interest about oral sex.

That comment had, it seemed, put a damper on the discussion. When no more questions were forthcoming, Flossie gave them the day off, a little early, since they had spent only an hour with the discussion. She also suggested that, unless they had more questions in the near future, health class was finished. She wanted it to be finished. She agreed to make herself available for private questions, but suggested that if the answer was important enough, there might be a class on it in the future. They seemed satisfied as they trailed out of the room.

Flossie glanced out to see the Wilson children biking away from school. The fact that they were willing to ride bikes instead of demand a car ride made her feel good. Maybe they were getting less spoiled after all, thought Flossie as she erased the picture off the board and straightened the desks into rows again.

When she went outside, no children were in sight. All of them seemed to have been in a hurry to get home.

The mood in the small group that was the Wilson children, wasn't nearly as subdued as Flossie might have thought, even though they rode quietly, at first, each busy with his or her own thoughts. Finally Nathan broke the silence.

"I'm glad you don't have to worry about being pregnant," he said. Everyone knew who he was addressing.

"Me too," said Bernadette in a long sigh.

"I thought I'd die when you asked her about blow jobs," giggled Hilda Mae. She looked sideways at her sister. "How come you never said anything about that before?"

"Before ... all this ..." said Bernadette, stopping suddenly, "we never talked about sex at all!"

Her siblings stopped with her.

"I guess that's right," admitted Hilda Mae.

"It's a lot more complicated than I thought," said Bernadette, starting to pedal slowly again. "Before this I just thought that you got married, and you just knew what to do somehow, and you started having babies because you wanted to." She stood up on the pedals as she proceeded. "Now I find out that my monthlies are actually what tells me when I'm likely to have a baby! Mamma didn't say anything about all that. She just said it was part of growing up and that she was happy for me!"

"Me too," said Hilda Mae. "So what?"

"Well!" snorted Bernadette. "What else haven't they told us? If it hadn't been for us coming to this town, and Miss Flossie telling us all this, we'd still think babies came from the stork!"

Hilda Mae laughed. "We never thought that," she giggled.

"Well, we might as well have," said Bernadette unhappily.

"What are you so mad about?" asked Nathan. "You found out what you wanted to know, didn't you?"

"Yes..." she moaned theatrically, "but now all I can think about is what else Mamma and Daddy haven't told us. Don't you remember Mamma shouting for Daddy to suck on something? What was that all about. Were they having oral sex?"

Both of her siblings looked shocked. It is very difficult for most children to contemplate the possibility that the parents they have known so long, might engage in behaviors completely unsuspected, and so patently odd sounding to inexperienced minds.

"That's just too weird," said Hilda Mae, shaking her head. "I can't believe that."

"Nobody would believe we did what we did," said Nathan.

"I guess that's true," agreed Hilda Mae. "Are we going to do that again?"

"Do you want to?" asked Nathan, hedging. He knew how excited he'd been while he jerked off in front of his sisters. It was the best orgasm he'd ever had in his whole life. It also made him feel a lot better about fantasizing about them, to find out that they wanted to see him too.

"I do," said Hilda Mae without thinking about it.

Bernadette knew she was expected to say something. Her worry about possibly being pregnant had cooled her ardor somewhat, but now that she knew getting sperm in her mouth couldn't hurt her, she was remembering the unique taste. Her stomach growled and the idea that she was hungry, and thinking about swallowing sperm at the same time seemed ludicrously funny somehow. She started laughing. Her brother and sister looked at her like she was crazy.

"I guess I do too," she said, wiping her eyes.

"What was so funny?" asked Hilda Mae.

"Nothing," said Bernadette. "Now, let's hurry up and get home so we can do our chores. I don't know about you, but I don't want to have anything to do after supper." She followed that up with one hand reaching to lightly touch the front of her brother's pants. "And I don't want you to have anything to do either."

Both she and Hilda Mae burst into giggles and started pedaling as fast as they could, leaving Nathan to gaze after them, blood flowing into his prick, excitement already pumping the blood through his veins at an accelerated pace. He caught them easily with his stronger legs, but he passed them, instead of asking them to stop. He pdealed hard, trying to work so hard that he wouldn't be stiff when he got home.

The conversation between Johnnie Sue, Luthor, Jesse and Moses was of a similar nature. They too, were silent as they struck out at a rapid pace, going away from the school house. They didn't intend to go anywhere quickly, they just had a lot of ... nervous energy ... in their young bodies.

"That's pretty weird," said Luthor, as they walked along. "About that oral sex stuff, I mean."

Nobody else said anything. Moses being present put a damper on what they could talk about. While it was true he had been semi-naked in front of them, he wasn't a blood brother, so everything else they had done was secret, even from him.

"I cain't imagine a girl wanting to do that," said Moses finally. "Course I cain't imagine a girl wanting me to put my pecker inside her neither."

"She would if she liked you enough," said Johnnie Sue.

She, like Bernadette, slowed as she said it, and then stopped, but for a different reason. She hadn't planned on saying that. But what surprised her most was that, for the first time, she had contemplated letting a boy put his penis inside HER! Up until this last week, that mysterious, foggy process - sex - had been something she knew existed, but had no bearing on her own life. It was something other people did. But, during a week of explosive exploration, she had found that sex did have a part in her life. She had known instantly, as her pussy muscles convulsed around her own finger, that having something inside her was wonderful. She hadn't quite gotten to the point where she thought about that something being a penis, rather than her finger, but as he had said those words, Moses had sparked something in her mind that told her "I'd let a boy do that if I liked him enough." She wasn't thinking about any particular boy ... just the concept ... and that is what led her to say what she had said.

"You really think so?" asked Moses, sounding hopeful.

"I'm pretty sure," said Johnnie Sue. She looked at her two best friends ... her blood brothers ... evaluating them as potentially being the boy who might be the first to put something other than a finger inside her. She didn't feel anything either way, really. She liked them more, in fact, than she liked anybody else her age, but she just couldn't imagine one of them doing to her what they had learned about in school. Had she thought about it more carefully, she might have realized that, a week ago, had she asked herself the question "Would I let them watch me rub my coochie?" the answer would have been the same. She wouldn't have been able to imagine that.

Johnnie Sue couldn't really be faulted, though, for not thinking about things in an intellectual fashion. In fact, Flossie, who knew much more about sex than her students had, was sadly lacking in knowledge of the one area of sexual behavior that was probably the most important, when it came to teaching youngsters about sex.

That area, the one she had not covered, because she didn't have any experience in it herself, was in how strong the urge to mate can be, and how to control it.

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