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
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Chapter 19

As it turned out, there was no one there. They left their bikes by the bridge and walked downstream. Nathan recognized the place, even though he came into it from another direction than last time. That's because the stick Jesse had had his stringer tied to was still stuck in the mud at the edge of the water.

Like their classmates, the week before, fishing was not the primary thing on the minds of the teens. Hilda Mae dug into the picnic basket and started taking things out. She pulled out a blanket from the bottom and whipped it out to make a bed on the grass. Then she got naked.

"Hurry up, Nathan," she said breathily as she dropped her bra on one corner of the blanket and rubbed her tender breasts. "It's been so long."

Within minutes all three were naked, and Hilda Mae instructed Nathan to lie down on the blanket. She got down on her hands and knees and took his stiff prick in her hand immediately. Sitting on her knees, she pulled her hair into a pony tail, securing it with the band she took from her wrist. Then, hovering over his penis, she lifted it with one hand and examined it. Though she had never had it in her mouth before, she had thought about it so much that there was no hesitation. Her mouth almost watered as she leaned down and began to suck him.

Bernadette sat beside them, fingering her pussy. She had been trying to put her finger inside herself ever since seeing Nathan slide his into her sister. She had felt carefully for her maidenhead, finding it easily. She could tell there was a tiny hole in it, that she could get just the tip of her finger into, but every time she pushed, there was pain. Over the last week or two, she had stretched that tiny hole enough to get her finger through it up to the first knuckle. She did that now, watching Hilda Mae's mouth slide up and down Nathan's thick penis. Looking at it, she was quite sure she'd never be able to take a real penis in her pussy. Just her finger caused that aching pain that was so tantalizing.

Hilda Mae lifted her head off.

"I want to rub and suck at the same time, but I can't," she sighed.

Nathan had been lying there, feeling the sun on his chest, and Hildy's mouth on his peter. She had a completely different technique when she sucked, and his urge to cum wasn't so strong as it was when Bernadette's voracious mouth literally pulled the semen from his balls.

"I could rub for you," he offered.

She scooted around so her hips were closer to his head, and he could reach her more easily. He slid his hand between her legs and she dipped her head back down to suck some more. It was awkward for Nathan, and he suddenly realized that, if she were straddling his head, he could reach her more easily. He pulled at her leg, lifting it, and tried to get it over his head. It wouldn't stretch that far and he ended up lifting her whole lower torso to position her the way he wanted to. In the process, the rest of her weight went onto her arms, which were bent. She couldn't stop her arms from bending further as the weight came on them, and, too quickly for her to react, her weight drove Nathan's prick clear to her throat.

For Hilda Mae, the situation was both unexpected and instructive. She suddenly felt his curly brown pubic hair tickling her nose, and at the same time she felt a choking sensation. She tensed up, trying automatically to push herself off the thing that was now plugging her throat, but her arms weren't quite strong enough. Her unconscious mind instructed her throat muscles to relax and loosen, and she took a deep breath through her nose. About then he dropped her knees to the blanket, one on each side of his head, and she again had enough strength in her arms to push herself up off the thick thing in her throat. By this time, though, she noticed that she wasn't actually choking, and that the big knob that was deep in her throat really felt very nice as it rubbed the soft skin around it. She did push up a little, but then let her head fall again. She opened her eyes to see his balls right at the tip of her nose. There was a little spot, there in her throat, that just felt wonderful when it was rubbed. She pulled up too far and her gagging reflex kicked in, so that she had to pull up farther. She took her mouth off of his penis, and dripped saliva all over him as she coughed. "You okay?" came his voice. "Yes," she said. She looked at his penis, which seemed huge to her, and couldn't believe it had been so deep in her throat. She decided to try doing that again, this time on purpose, and dropped her head.

She learned quickly that she had to get the tip of his prick past that place that made her gag, and then it felt wonderful.

Nathan loved having his sisters suck on his penis. He loved shooting his spunk in Bernadette's mouth. When she first started, Hildy's mouth felt good, but in a different way, and he had just been enjoying the feeling of her lips sliding along his shaft. Then, when he had lifted her, quite suddenly his entire penis was clamped in warm flesh. It felt completely different than it had before. Then, when he had settled her knees on either side of his head, and he could look up at her thin, white pussy lips, she took her mouth off of him and coughed. She had said she was okay, and, as he prepared to rub the lips in front of his face, that wonderful clamping feeling had come back. Never had it been around his entire penis at once. He had felt it around the tip, but never the whole thing at once. It felt fabulous and his balls lurched. He smelled something tart, and the pussy lips in front of him suddenly gleamed as the split between them oozed liquid. Lifting his head to lick at that liquid was an automatic response. As he did, her knees scooted sideways, and she dropped her pussy to his mouth. His face was flooded with tangy liquid and he slurped at it as her body seemed to vibrate.

Bernadette had closed her eyes as she gently poked her finger through the aching hole in her hymen. Her mind was playing tricks on her again, showing her a thick, white penis, that she knew was Nathan's, and a thick black one that she knew was Curtis Lee's. In her mind, her finger was one or the other of those impossibly thick organs. She opened her eyes to see her sister's nose pressed into Nathan's big, pink balls, and goggled as she realized his penis was all the way into Hildy's mouth. It was impossible! Bernadette knew now long that thing was, and if her nose was where it was, that meant the tip of his prick had to be clear into Hildy's throat! Bernadette lurched, rolling, to reach her sister and help her, but as she did so, she saw Hildy pull up two inches, and then, intentionally push her face back down! She looked to see Nathan's face buried between Hildy's thighs, and heard wet, slurping sounds. Then she felt the pain, and looked to see that, when she had rolled, her finger had penetrated her own pussy completely. She jerked it out, looking in horror to see blood staining her finger.

Hildy made a choking sound, and pulled her face away from Nathan's prick. Bernadette watched, her eyes wide as that prick spurted into Hildy's open mouth. Then she coughed, and milky white spittle splattered all over Nathan's penis and balls. Then she understood that he had shot off, with that penis deep inside Hildy's throat. It spurted again, and Hildy lifted her face to cough again. Sperm was dripping off her nose, and drooling from her open mouth. She rolled sideways to land on her buttocks, coughing and wiping her face with her hands as Nathan lifted his head, a look of surprise on his shiny face.

Hilda Mae had found that, if she rubbed that special spot in her throat with the tip of Nathan's prick, it would almost bring her to orgasm. Then, when he had started licking her, the orgasm had suddenly been there, making her weak as it wracked her body. She had been having no trouble breathing through her nose, but suddenly there was a wet sensation that interfered with that and she realized he was spurting. She pulled off of him as the coughing overtook her body and wracked it in a different manner. She didn't register the taste until she was sitting, and the coughing was waning. She tasted it about the same time as she felt it on her face, but couldn't concentrate on whether she liked it or not. She didn't like the feel of his spunk on her face, and in her eyes, like she did when he spurted on her chest. She remembered the creek, a few yards away, and got up and walked toward it gingerly. Her feet were soft, and she was afraid she'd step on something sharp. Then she got to the bank, and felt mud between her toes. She more or less fell in the water and held her breath as she ducked her head under water and rubbed it clean. When she came up she felt better. Then she concentrated on the taste in her mouth.

Bernadette watched Hilda Mae stagger to the creek, get in, and wash her face. She looked over at Nathan, who was looking around like he was confused. His penis waved drunkenly in the sun as he panted. It was still hard, and covered now with dripping spunk. Bernadette decided not to let that yummy stuff go to waste, and crawled to Nathan to assume the same position Hildy had been in. She settled her pussy down on Nathan's mouth, and began to lick and suck his penis clean.

Nathan didn't know whether Hildy was mad at him or not. She had more or less jumped off of him, coughing, and then run into the creek. He knew he had cum in her mouth, and she had said she wanted that, but she wasn't acting like she was really happy, like Bernadette did when she swallowed his spunk. Then Bernie was there, and her pussy was pushing into his face, and his prick was nice and warm again as she sucked on it like she usually did.

She tasted different this time. There was a coppery taste around her slippery pussy lips. His mind compared that to a time when he'd cut his finger, and stuck it in his mouth to make it feel better. His mind recognized the taste of blood, mixed with her usual delicious taste, and he pushed at her hips to look at her pussy. He didn't see any blood. She was dripping wet too, just like Hildy had been there at the end, producing so much tasty nectar that he almost couldn't slurp it all up. Bernie started rubbing her pussy on his face and chin wildly, and he just stuck out his tongue, so she could rub against that too. He wanted to cum for her, because he knew she loved his taste, but he had just spurted only a few minutes before, and while what she was doing felt wonderful, he knew he couldn’t spurt.

Her wild gyrations slowed as her orgasm waned, and finally she crawled off of him. He felt tired, but not spent, and arched his head to see where Hildy was. She was sitting in the creek, splashing water at nothing. He felt the sun and sweat on his body, and decided the creek would feel good. With a groan, he rolled over, levered himself up, and went to join Hilda Mae.

Hilda Mae was trying to explain to Nathan, what had happened, when Bernadette joined them, stepping carefully into the creek and making a face at the feel of oozing mud between her toes. They had just moved to a part of the creek where they could squat in the water so that it came up to their necks, and were comparing notes about this latest exploration, when Luthor Cripps pushed through some vegetation and walked into the grassy open area next to the blanket ... and their clothes.

"Luthor!" yelped Bernadette. She was the only one facing the bank, and was the first to see him.

"Hey, guys!" said Luthor, setting down his fishing pole and gear.

"What are you doing here?" asked Bernadette as her brother and sister turned to look at the bank.

Luthor looked around, and then down at his fishing pole, and then at their brand new ones, not yet rigged for fishing, and then back at them.

"Fishing?" he asked, as if he were confused.

There was the noise of yelling and Jesse burst into the clearing, chased by Johnnie Sue, whose shirt was unbuttoned and flapping in the wind, revealing her young white breasts, as she raced after him.

"I'm gonna get you!" she screamed as she burst onto the scene. Then she skidded to a stop, her eyes wide and her mouth open, as she saw the Wilson children in the creek.

The names of the new arrivals were called out automatically, in the same nervous shouts, by various different people. Johnnie Sue stood there, her young breasts bare, until she jerked and pulled at her shirt to cover them. There was a very tense moment of silence as everyone stared at each other.

Johnnie Sue was an intelligent girl, even if she was only fourteen now. Her intelligent eyes took in the blanket, the piles of clothes, the new fishing poles, and the obviously naked teens in the water. Her initial horror at having been caught, half naked, chasing Jesse through the woods, gave way to a flash of inspiration.

"You guys got started already!" she said, putting her hands on her hips. She shivered as her shirt gaped, but kept her hands on her hips by pure force of will. "How's the water?"

Jesse, wasn't quite as quick on his feet as Johnnie Sue. He hadn't been aware that she had unbuttoned her shirt after he had sneaked a quick feel of her boobies and she started chasing him. He had been caught up in the pure joy of knowing she wasn't really mad, but running from her as if she were, knowing that, sooner or later, he'd get to see them as well as feel them. He was new to all this sex stuff, though, and had been fishing at this spot in the creek all his life. In his mind, this wasn't where you went swimming. You did that up the creek a ways. This was a fishing hole.

"Hey!" he blurted. "They're scaring the fish away!"

Johnnie Sue darted him a frowning look and saw his eyes widen as he looked at her and saw her open shirt.

"They'll come back," she said shortly. "And since they started without us ... let's go swimming now, and fish later."

Again, by pure force of will, Johnnie Sue shrugged off her shirt and then bent to get the rest of the way naked. Then, with no little dignity, she walked to the creek and entered the water. She looked over her shoulder at the two wide-eyed boys on the bank.

"What are you waiting for? The water's great!" With that she splashed Nathan Wilson with two great armfuls of water, dousing his sisters as well.

The Wilson children had never been skinny-dipping in their lives. They had heard of it, of course, but never seen or done it. But young people have an uncanny way of adapting to strange situations, especially when there is someone around like Johnnie Sue, whose matter-of-fact behavior announced so plainly that what was happening was completely normal. They suddenly found themselves in a whirlwind of water war that is common anywhere young people swim. They were so caught up in splashing and dodging that they never even saw Luthor and Jesse skin out of their clothes and join the fray. Within minutes young bodies were pushing, shoving, laughing and screaming as they strove to be the person dunking someone, rather than the person being dunked.

Five minutes of frantic, screaming fun had been engaged in before Hilda Mae noticed that someone else was standing on the bank watching them. It was Moses Finshaw. He looked like he was staring at little green men from Mars.

"Moses!" shouted Hilda Mae gaily, copying Johnnie Sue's exuberance. "Come on in ... the water's fine!"

Her cry alerted others that Moses was there, and the fighting subsided. Johnnie Sue and Bernadette were standing, hip deep in the water at the moment. Bernadette gulped and sank down to cover her breasts.

Moses gulped too. "You sure?" he asked.

"We already scared the fish away," called out Johnnie Sue. "You may as well go swimming."

Again, her vocal assurance that everything was completely normal brought about the desired result. This time, though, everyone watched as Moses slowly took his clothes off, darting looks at him.

"You're watching me," he complained.

Johnnie Sue was still standing. On impulse she reached for Bernadette's arm and pulled her up out of the water. Bernadette flailed and tried to keep covered, but not until Johnnie Sue had yelled out "We're all skinny-dipping, you dork!"

Moses' problem wasn't so much getting naked, at least not in front of Johnnie Sue or his other friends. He'd done that before. His problem was that, while Johnnie Sue wouldn't yell at him for having a boner, he wasn't sure at all it would be accepted by those Wilson kids.

Once again, Johnnie Sue's quick grasp of the situation leapt to the forefront.

"What's the matter, Moses? You got a hardon?"

There were titters in the water as he shot her a venomous look.

"We studied that in school, remember?" Johnnie Sue teased. "Just go over in the bushes and take care of it and come swimming with the rest of us!"

Her bold suggestion caused gasps, and everyone looked at her.

"What are you all looking at? Didn't Miss Flossie say it was normal?"

Nathan, who hadn't had time to think about all this, having been caught up in the excitement of naked water play, suddenly remembered seeing Johnnie Sue jerking off Jesse and Luthor. His own prick, recovered now from his earlier orgasm, blossomed to life under the water, iron hard. He looked at Luthor, and then at Jesse.

"Stand up, Luthor." he said suddenly.

"Huh?" Luthor responded.

"Stand up, out of the water!" ordered Nathan.

A guarded look came over Luthor's face.

"How come?" he hedged.

"You too, Jesse," said Nathan. "Stand up."

"No sir!" yelped Jesse, his eyes rolling.

Nathan went to Jesse first, and grasped one arm in an iron grip. He pulled the struggling boy to Luthor and grabbed Luthor with his other hand before he could react and flee.

"We're all going to stand up together," he told them.

"But ..." objected Luthor. "My ..."

"We're all going to stand up together!" insisted Nathan.

He pulled them toward shallower water, and stood, his stiff prick breaking the water and dripping. Each of the other boys had sagged, resisting, and they both stared at the dripping, hard penis that was only inches from their eyes.

"Stand UP!" growled Nathan, pulling.

Slowly, resisting all the way, he pulled until both of their penises were exposed. Both were just as hard and straight as his was.

There were gasps from the girls, for a variety of reasons. Johnnie Sue was goggling at the size of Nathan's penis. Bernadette and Hilda Mae were goggling at two new and different looking penises.

Nathan held the arms of both boys as they slowly gave up and stood on their own. He looked at Moses, who was goggling at them all.

"You aren't alone, Moses," he said calmly. "Like Johnnie Sue said ... it's normal. Don't worry about it."

The atmosphere was different when Moses finally pushed his pants down and walked to the water, his boner wobbling as he moved. He didn't cover it, but only because the other three boys were still standing there, supporting his ... infirmity ... with their own. Hilda Mae drifted over to float beside Johnnie Sue, who was still standing, her breasts exposed, and her sister, who was still hiding hers under the water. There was a feeling of security, with the three of them together, and they all stared unabashedly at various penises, their eyes darting around.

When Moses got into the water, he sunk down, and Nathan let go of the other two. Jesse rubbed his arm where it had been squeezed, and sank back down too. Nathan looked at Luthor, who still looked uncomfortable, and grinned, suddenly dropping so that Luthor was the only boy exposed. With a yelp, Luthor dropped like a stone a couple of seconds later, blushing.

Nobody spoke, at first, eyes straying from one face to the other, but not holding someone else's. Johnnie Sue finally sank down into the water up to her neck.

"This is kind of weird," Moses said finally, breaking the silence.

"We've skinny dipped together all our lives," said Johnnie Sue, making a fist and closing it rapidly to squirt water up into the air. She did it again several times.

"We haven't," said Hilda Mae, meaning herself and her siblings. "Today is actually the first time I've ever done that."

"You're kidding!" said Luthor.

"Nope," said the girl. "I'm actually terribly embarrassed by all this."

She sounded so serious that Luthor thought the situation was funny and grinned.

"Well you're pretty good at it for a first timer," he said.

"So ... what happens now?" asked Hilda Mae, nervous and talking because of it.

Johnnie Sue squirted some more water with her fist. "Well, if we were at the regular swimming hole, there's a rope there, and you can swing off the bank and drop in the water. We do that sometimes."

"Naked?" asked Hilda Mae.

"Yup," said Johnnie Sue confidently.

"You knew Moses would have a ..." said Hilda Mae.

"It's ... um ... happened before." said Johnnie Sue carefully.

"You didn't mention that in school," said Bernadette.

"You didn't mention ever seeing one either," Johnnie Sue came back.

Bernadette felt a clutch of fear, and lied to protect her reputation without even thinking about it. "That's because I never saw one until today," she said smoothly.

"You're kidding!" said Luthor.

"Me either!" said Hilda Mae, jumping on the save-your-reputation bandwagon.

"If they've never been skinny-dipping, where would they see one?" pointed out Johnnie Sue.

"Not even your brother's?" asked Jesse, who saw his brothers and sisters naked all the time.

"Well ... not hard or anything," lied Bernadette, blushing.

"Me neither," said Hilda Mae weakly.

"I can't believe you showed it to your own sisters," Moses said suddenly.

"I didn't show it to them," said Nathan, lying right along with his sisters. "I showed it to you."

There was a chorus of "Ewwww" sounds, and laughter as Nathan flushed and tried to explain what he meant. When it died down Jesse spoke, almost to himself.

"I can't believe you showed ours to your sisters."

Nathan blinked. He hadn't actually thought about that aspect of the whole incident. He had acted on impulse, feeling Moses' shame and sympathizing with it. "I guess I didn't think about that," he said weakly.

"Well, it's too late " shouted Johnnie Sue, splashing the girls next to her. "They've already seen them!" She splashed some more as the girls began to respond. "They're soiled forever, and will probably become sex fiends!" she shrieked as both girls teamed up to dunk her. Her last word burbled as her head went under the water. She ducked down to get away from their hands and kicked away, to come up spluttering several feet away.

"You're terrible!" yelled Bernadette, splashing water at her. "If you've been seeing them all these years you must already be a sex fiend!" She laughed.

Johnnie Sue calmly stood up out of the water again, her hands going to her breasts. She caught a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pulled, making her breasts come to sharp points.

"Whatever would make you think that?" she asked calmly.

Her actions were so outrageous that everyone there, including Johnnie Sue was shocked speechless. Then, because she had to do something, she shrieked again and dove at Moses, who happened to be the nearest person to her. She tackled him, and pulled him under the water, driving them both more or less into the group.

Bedlam ensued. Luthor, already overexcited, lunged at Bernadette, who was a couple of feet away from him, and she shrieked as she fell back and went under. Hilda Mae reacted by jumping on Jesse. When the six of them came up, they lunged for anybody they could reach, and the water war was on again.

Nathan felt a jab of fear as Bernadette's body disappeared under the water under Luthor, and then another jolt shocked him as Hilda Mae lunged on top of Jesse. He stood up, his arms out wide, muscles tense and was completely unprepared when Johnnie Sue burst up out of the water right in front of him. Her flailing hand landed on his still stiff prick and grasped it automatically. He howled as she used it to pull herself up, then realized what was in her hand and pushed, while letting go at the same time. He lost his balance and fell backwards. when he righted himself everyone else was splashing anyone they could see and he realized his sisters were fine. Johnnie Sue was facing away from him, and he reached for her, sliding his hands around her waist. He pulled and lifted, flipping her up into the air in a backward somersault over his left shoulder as she howled, and his hands were suddenly full of her breasts.

"Take that!" he growled as she flopped into the water.

There was some other grab-assing going on, and the general level of excitement didn't discriminate. Girls reached for pricks and balls as often as boys slid their hands over tingling breasts. It wasn't serious in the slightest. It was pure sexual play, of a more or less innocent nature, as hormones danced through teenaged bloodstreams. Because it was more innocent than less, it tapered off on its own, and slowly they ended up in another circle, facing each other, breathing heavily as they caught their breath.

"There won't be no fish around here for hours," said Jesse, grinning.

"We have to bring fish home," panted Hilda Mae. "If we don't, we won't get to go fishing any more."

That brought things back to a more serious note. All of them were vaguely unsatisfied, sexually speaking, and felt the urge to do something about it. But even though things had gotten a lot cozier in the last hour, they weren't that cozy. They climbed out and stood, dripping on the grass.

"How do we get dry?" asked Hilda Mae, darting looks at all the erect penises now on plain display. She didn't feel shy at all about standing naked in front of any of these boys now. Neither did Bernadette or Johnnie Sue.

"The sun dries you off, silly," said Johnnie Sue, flipping her hair to her back. Nathan noticed she had freckles on her breasts. He marveled at how different Johnnie Sue's looked than his sisters'. Being younger, hers were more conical in shape, and the nipples less well defined. They had felt harder in his hands too, firmer, somehow, even though they were still very soft to the touch.

"We just stand around naked?" asked Bernadette, "staring at each other?"

"Yup," said Johnnie Sue.

"No wonder you're a sex fiend," said Bernadette, giggling.

"Don't stare at your brother's," warned Johnnie Sue. "It'll make you go cross-eyed." She laughed as both other girls immediately looked at Nathan's penis, and he covered it.

Both girls flushed and looked away, at a different penis.

Jesse covered his. "Don't look at mines!" he yelped. That brought more laughter.

"Don't worry about it, Jesse," said Johnnie Sue. "When you're older yours will get as big as Nathan's" There were titters as Jesse cringed and turned around to face away from them.

Things had gone so well, in Johnnie Sue's mind, that she felt emboldened. Taking a breath, she went further out on the limb that had supported her so well, so far, that day.

"Now, all you horny boys, go off out in the woods, and do whatever you do so we can go fishing. And don't any of you be peeking back here while us girls do the same!"

Everybody froze momentarily. It was Moses who broke the stalemate. The image in his mind of what the girls would be doing was too much, and he darted, barefoot, for a copse of bushes, disappearing into it. Luthor broke next, and nobody noticed that Jesse took off right behind him. Nathan fled because he was the only one left, and didn't want to stand there alone. Quite suddenly the girls were left by themselves.

"You don't really mean to ...?" asked Bernadette, her voice hushed.

"You can go off in the woods too, if you want," said Johnnie Sue much more calmly than she felt. "I'd like to borrow a little corner of your blanket, though."

"You're going to do that?" squeaked Hilda Mae. "Here?"

"I'm just as horny as they are," said Johnnie Sue, waving her hand in a semicircle at the woods around them. "I'll never be able to pay attention to my bobber if I don't do something."

It was an interesting situation that day, as more taboos were violated, and more of the behavior they all loved was made more acceptable in strange ways. The three girls shared the blanket, barely fitting, as they lay back in the drying sun. Three fingers pushed repeatedly into three itchy pussies, and three clitties were rubbed practically raw, as four boys peeked through the bushes at them, and jerked aching boners until they spurted onto leaves in front of them.

Jesse's howl announced, though none of them knew it then, that he had just spurted something through his penis for the first time in his life.

Afterwards, the girls lay limp for a few minutes, and then got up and scrambled into their clothing. Johnnie Sue called out to the boys that they could come back, and four very limp penises came into view as the boys followed suit. Luthor and Jesse were convinced there would be no fish here, so they led the others upstream, above the bridge, where there was a wide bend in the creek. The only problem was that there were very few places to stand because the undergrowth was so dense. When it was announced that Bernadette and Hilda Mae had never fished, several of the natives offered to teach them. Hilda Mae chose Moses. She said it was because he had saved Nathan's life in the mansion. Bernadette snorted and said that if Johnnie Sue would teach her, She bet they'd catch more fish. It became a contest of whether a boy could teach fishing better than a girl.

The others spread out along the bank and serious fishing began.

Chapter 20

Moses hadn't actually offered to teach anyone how to fish. When the others did, he almost spoke, but kept silent. That was primarily because he had just watched these two strange white girls lying naked on a blanket, pushing their fingers deep into their pussies. They were in a different category than Johnnie Sue, even though his world view had been stretched in the recent past. This morning had stretched it even further. What Nathan had done for him, and he recognized it for exactly what it was when it happened, had meant a lot to him. That these girls had seen him, and let him see them, meant a lot to him too. Still, while his world view had stretched, it wasn't torn, and he was shy at the idea of being "alone" with Hilda Mae. She saw it instantly, when they'd picked a spot to fish from, and she was waiting impatiently for him to begin teaching her how to win the contest. He just stood there, looking at his pole.

"Come on, Moses," she urged. "We have to catch more fish than them."

"Uh ... okay ..." he mumbled, not looking at her.

"You just saw me naked as the day I was born!" she said softly. "You can surely look at me now that I'm dressed."

"I know," he said haltingly. "I just feel strange, that's all."

"I thought you took care of that out in the woods," she teased.

"I did!" He ducked his head further. "I'm just not used to you ... I guess."

Hilda Mae had truly felt intense gratitude when Moses had figured out a way to get Nathan out of his predicament. Her comment to him about wanting to kiss him had only been half in jest. It had shocked her, then, that she felt any urge to kiss a Negro boy at all, but her feeling of relief that Nathan wasn't dead had overcome that easily.

"You remember how I said I felt like kissing you? In the mansion?" she whispered.

He darted a look at her and then looked back down.

"Yes," he answered softly.

"If we win this contest I'll kiss you then for sure!" she said.

She was teasing again, but when his head came up, there was something in his eyes that shocked Hilda Mae to her very core. His eyes flashed with desire, ever so briefly, and then went blank again as he saw her startled face. She felt a flutter in her belly and recognized that for what it was too. Impulse drove her to add: "I mean it, Moses."

The contest was won by Hilda Mae and Moses, with ten fish between them, all pan-sized. Johnnie Sue caught four, and Bernadette caught three. Johnnie Sue alleged that the only reason was that the worms Moses had dug up for bait were bigger.

"Boys with bigger worms always win!" said Moses, feeling cocky.

He had meant it as 'boys always win', or 'boys, whose bait is better than the bait of other boys would always win'. He wasn't prepared for the giggling of all three girls as they started teasing him about how big his "worm" was. Johnnie Sue said that Nathan should have caught a whale, and the whole group broke up into gales of laughter, while Moses stood, looking embarrassed.

Hilda Mae felt the flutter in her belly again as she and the other girls teased Moses about his "worm". When she saw how embarrassed he was, she remembered her promise. The prospect of kissing a 'strange' boy was just as much in her mind as the prospect of kissing that boy's dusky, dark lips, and that made the flutter in her belly wag even more. But she couldn't do it in front of the rest of them. She wasn't thinking about his feelings, at that point, but her own. Her beliefs had been stretched to the breaking point too, but she couldn't do that in front of the others.

"We'll be right back," she said suddenly, taking Moses hand and pulling him toward the woods. "We forgot something."

There were looks of surprise, but it was getting late, and they all needed to be getting back home with their fish, which still hadn't been cleaned, so they set about getting ready to do that. Bernadette sank to her knees and began re-packing the picnic basket, while Nathan got all fourteen of the fish they'd be taking home on the improvised stringer he'd made.

Hilda Mae pulled Moses, stumbling, a good thirty yards into the forest before she stopped and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one had followed them. She looked at him, and he shrank back from her.

"I owe you a kiss," she said softly.

"No you don't," he moaned. He could already feel his penis getting stiff again.

"Yes I do," she said, feeling the flutter kick up harder. She couldn't believe how horny she felt just anticipating kissing those wide-looking lips.

He stood there, frozen, anguish in his eyes.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" she asked.

"Uh huh," he gurgled. Then "I mean no ma'am!"

"Moses Finshaw, I'm not a 'ma'am'," she said. "I'm just a girl you helped win a fishing contest, and I promised you a kiss. I try to keep my promises."

She stepped forward, recognizing his reluctance, and reached for his hands. She put them on her waist, and then draped her arms around his neck loosely.

Moses had kissed his mother, and his Auntie Millie. Those had been dry pecks on the lips. What happened to him next was something so far outside his realm of experience that it left him dazed. Her lips came against his hungrily, soft and loose, and her tongue flicked into his mouth like some ravening animal. Those soft breasts he had stared at pressed into his chest, threatening to take up all the room his lungs needed for air, and her loins pressed hard against his erection. Her hips moved in time with her head, as she twisted it gently, rubbing her lips all over his, the crotch of her jeans moving his boner back and forth as it pressed against her pussy.

The effect was almost as devastating on Hilda Mae. She kissed Moses the same way she would have kissed Nathan, and the passion it unleashed was just as intense as it was when she kissed her brother. She wanted to sink to the ground and see how far Moses' prick would reach into her throat ... to see if it would touch that special sensitive spot that would bring her relief.

Moses closed his eyes once, very briefly, and surrendered to the incredible feelings coursing through his body. Then the shock of what was happening hit his arms, which straightened instinctively, pushing the terrible danger he was in away from him. Their kiss broke suddenly, almost violently, and Hilda Mae's eyes flew open wide, to mimic her mouth, which was in the shape it would be in if she had been able to do what she was thinking about.

"I got to go!" gasped Moses, panting.

Whirling, he set off at a dead run. He had gone twenty-nine and a half yards when his frantic brain realized what it would look like if he burst into the clearing like the Klan was after him, and skidded to a stop. Taking a deep breath, to steady his nerves, he pushed the last eighteen inches and tried to stroll into the clearing. He couldn't control the wild look in his eyes, though, and the fact that he was panting heavily.

"What happened to you?" asked Johnnie Sue, looking up. Nathan looked over at him too, and concern came over his face.

"Nothing!" he barked. "I have to go!"

"Where's Hilda Mae?" insisted Johnnie Sue.

"She's coming," blurted Moses. "I have to go!"

He leaned down and picked up his pole and stringer. He was moving toward the bridge when Nathan blocked his path.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice deep.

Hilda Mae stepped into view.

"I had to pee and he got all shy. He thought I was going to do it right in front of him." She giggled. She, too, was flushed and breathing deeply.

"Hildy!" yelled Bernadette, "You can't do that sort of thing to a boy! What in the world has gotten into you?"

"I'm sorry," laughed Hilda Mae. "Will you forgive me, Moses?" she called out.

He turned to face her mostly because Bernadette had called him a boy. He was sixteen now, and didn't want the last thing all these kids to see him do was scurry home like a little boy. Hilda Mae's attitude also had something to do with it. He knew he had crossed a very dangerous line back there in the woods. He had crossed lines all day. But she had clearly crossed lines too, to meet him, and she didn't sound at all unhappy about it. She had even covered for his panic.

"We'll talk about that later," he said, taking another deep breath. "I'll have to think about it. I'm actually terribly embarrassed by all this." He grinned, as they remembered those were Hilda Mae's exact words, back at where they had swum. He disappeared into the forest before they could react, though.

Nathan knew something was up, because Hilda Mae wanted to suck him on the way home. They had been walking their bikes, because the fishing poles, and stringer of fish seemed too much to try to tie onto one bike. They left the road at her insistence, taking the bikes with them, and went far enough into the woods that no one passing by could see them.

"What happened back there ... really," he asked as she attacked his belt and pulled his pants and underwear to his knees. He was flaccid, and she played with his penis, on her knees, fascinated with the difference between this, and when he was hard. Bernadette stood, watching her sister, also suspicious.

Hilda Mae looked up at her brother.

"I kissed him," she said softly.

"You what?" he exploded. There was still racism burned into Nathan Wilson's subconscious.

"I promised him a kiss if we won the contest. We won, so I honored my promise," she said simply.

"Do you know how much trouble you'd be in if anybody found out?" he gasped.

"Do you know how much trouble I'd be in if anybody found out I do this?" she asked. She sucked his soft penis into her mouth. It began to swell and lengthen almost instantly.

"But ..." he gasped, feeling light headed.

"Oh, leave her alone. It was just a kiss," said Bernadette, getting to her knees beside her sister. "It's my turn to taste," she said in her sister's ear.

Hilda Mae pulled off and jacked the stiffening prick in her hand expertly. It was almost hard. "Okay," she said, inspecting the head and marveling at how she could get that so far down her throat. "If I can get him in deep enough I can have an orgasm." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his curly brown pubes.

"How do you do that?!" gasped Bernadette.

Hilda Mae didn't answer her. He was fully stiff now, and it was tickling the spot. She put her hands on his hips and used them to help her head make the short jabs that brought a rush of wet to her pussy. She stayed on, almost thinking she could make it happen again, but then he jerked and it hit her gag reflex. She pulled off coughing. Bernadette reached for it, and pulled him around so she could suck too. She tried a couple of times to get it in as far as Hildy had, but gagged each time. Finally she gave up on that, and started sucking the knob like she liked to do. One hand fumbled with the buttons on her jeans and she slid her fingers inside to rub.

Nathan groaned, and Bernadette hummed as her mouth was washed with salty-sweet goodness. She swallowed, and shuddered as her fingers, and the taste in her mouth brought her off. She continued to suck and lick and squeeze until he was limp again. Then she just stood up, licking her lips and re-buttoned her jeans.

Since they were going right by Flossie's, they stopped and offered her some fish. She declined, but let them use the cleaning station that was made from old two by fours and a battered counter top that had come from who knows where. She stayed to chat with them as Nathan taught the girls how to clean their catch. Neither girl was much impressed, but she told them it was part of the job, and that it had to be done. When they were finished she changed her mind and accepted two fish for her own dinner, and waved as they went home.

Flossie noticed the subtle change in her classroom. The older students were smiling more, and cooperating better. There seemed to be very little, if any reticence left when it came to discussing something in the realm of things social, whether it was about how government served the people, or how cooperative farming affected the marketplace. The teens seemed more relaxed too, and it worried her.

The primary thing behind her feeling of disquiet was that she watched Johnnie Sue, Luthor and Jesse, to see how they interacted, based on her sure knowledge that they had been dabbling in sexual things. She had convinced herself that it really was play, as Nathan had suggested. That they were friends, and close friends at that, was apparent in much more than their casual physical touches, or the way they talked easily with each other. There was the occasional look, between Johnnie Sue and either of the boys ... that almost sultry smile she shared with them, that made warning bells vibrate inside Flossie.

Then, in a moment of idle observation, during a vocabulary test she saw something that made those bells start chiming softly.

Flossie, because she didn't have the resources to prepare and give traditional written tests, asked the questions verbally, and then gave the children time to write down their answers. If a student didn't know the answer, or was unsure, he could ask other students for hints. The way it worked was that the answer itself could not be provided, but things could be said that might help the questioning student remember. She did this for two reasons. The first was that it forced the children to think carefully about the hints they gave. If someone gave too strong a hint, the question was thrown out, and nobody got credit for it. That often let her ask more questions, which she felt covered more territory. The second was part of the first. Quite often, the way the children phrased their hints was clever in the extreme, because they had to be very careful not to overdo it.

Flossie read off the next word: "Adrenaline"

Hilda Mae furrowed her brow, and said "I should know this. I remember the word, but I can't remember what it means."

Moses, sitting next to her, said "Boy, howdy, I sure hope you're not around if a tree falls on me or something. I'd have to stay there forever!"

Hilda Mae looked puzzled, and then her face lit up. She scribbled on the paper she had brought from home, and then sat back. She turned to Moses.

"Thank you, Moses," she said, reaching out to touch his thigh.

It was just that, merely a touch. It physically punctuated her verbal expression of gratitude.

But to Flossie, it rang a bell, because this rich white girl had touched a black sharecropper’s son on his thigh, as casually as if it were ... only a touch. Not only that, Moses didn't react to it, except to grin, with a sideways glance and continue writing down his own answer.

It was too familiar ... too casual ... too intimate.

Flossie began to watch the others more closely. She saw more touches. Only Ruth Ann seemed to be exempt from this casual, friendly touching that would be completely normal in a school five hundred miles north of where they were. But they weren't five hundred miles north. They were here.

Then there were the glances. When she actually paid attention, Flossie couldn't believe she hadn't seen the looks that Bernadette occasionally shot towards Curtis Lee, or the way those glances flustered the young man. She was actually flirting with him! Not only that, he was completely aware she was flirting with him, and he did nothing about it, except duck his head, or look away and almost smile.

When had this happened?

It took her two days to puzzle it out, and it was something outside of school that clicked. The next Saturday, Nathan and his sisters showed up to paint. They had their fishing poles with them. They didn't act any different than they had in the past, but Hilda Mae's, "Let's go fishing!", when they were done, contained too much excitement for a girl who had been almost nauseated by cleaning fish.

Her mind went back to what she and Nathan had seen at the fishing hole. They had gone fishing the next week, and now they were going fishing again. She was well aware that the others often contributed to the table with fish too. She suddenly had a vision in her head of the whole group, frolicking naked in the grass, the girls jerking on spurting cocks.

Then she was assailed by doubts. Nathan had assured her he hadn't told anyone about Johnnie Sue and the two boys. She believed him. And surely he would never stand for his sisters to get involved in something like that! Most certainly not with Colored boys! Johnnie Sue she could come to grips with. She had grown up with Colored folks. But not Nathan Wilson, or his two lily white sisters! It just wasn't possible.

Still ... it wouldn't hurt to wander down by the creek ... maybe pick some berries, or gather some wild greens to cook up later that night.

Bernadette didn't actually intend to flirt with Curtis Lee. But, in the last week, she had gotten the chance to suck Nathan and drink down his luscious cream twice. Hilda Mae had tried it once more, demanding that Nathan warn her before he spurted. When she took his nectar that time, she pulled her throat off of him and opened her mouth, letting the strong spurts hit her tongue, which was hanging out. Bernadette had had an orgasm just watching the thick white stuff pool on Hildy's tongue and then cascade down onto her chin when it overflowed. Hilda Mae had closed her mouth and scrunched up her face, before swallowing in one convulsive motion. She had looked confused, and then smiled.

"That's not so bad that way," she'd said.

Still, she didn't like it as much as Bernadette did, and the other two times she had used Nathan's prick to "tickle her throat" as she put it, and then pulled off to let Bernadette finish him off. That they could do quietly in the bedroom, after their parents were in bed. Nathan could control his groans now, as he spurted.

The problem was that they couldn’t let him suck their pussies in return. Not in the house. They couldn't control the grunts, whines and moans as his exquisite tongue and sucking lips on their clitties evoked in them as they came. That, they had to do away from the house, and you could only go into the woods so many times before someone would see and wonder. So Nathan only serviced them once during the week.

That left Bernadette in a constant state of arousal. She couldn't get Curtis Lee's imaginary penis out of her mind, and seeing him in school didn't help. It was for that reason that, in a private moment, she invited him to go fishing, and told him "most everyone" would be there. She didn't mention the skinny-dipping that would almost certainly take place.

The only reason he went was because of her assurance that others would be present. That, and something in him that was akin to what drives a moth to the flame that devours it.

Johnnie Sue and her blood brothers hadn't had much opportunity to get together to 'release sexual tension' either. Planting of the cotton crop was going on, and they had to help around the house, since their fathers were out in the fields all day. They hadn't had the chance to play the week before, even though, as things turned out, they weren't unhappy about it. They had had to run home to get there in time for dinner, and couldn't dally.

They made up for that by agreeing to get to the fishing hole early, to take care of things before Nathan and his sisters showed up. They had been clued in that Nathan was helping Miss Flossie paint her living room, and that he and his sisters wouldn't come fishing until after lunch, so they just met two hours earlier than that.

Johnnie Sue was elated when Jesse arrived and announced that he could now squirt. He hadn't told anybody about that, preferring to make sure it would happen again. He had squirted every night since then, though, and happily told her so.

"You're a real man now," she said solemnly, holding her hand out to shake his.

They waited for Luthor, talking about what had happened the week before. Jesse allowed as how clever Johnnie Sue was to just act like seeing Nathan and his sisters in the fishing hole naked was perfectly normal.

"It just came to me," she said, feeling clever. "And besides, I got to see a grown up one on Nathan. Boy his is big. There ain't no way in the world that big old thing would fit up inside me."

"Isn't," said Jesse, grinning. "Mines would, I bet," he added. "Mines is a baby compared to his."

Johnnie Sue looked at him. "Are you saying you want to put your root up inside me? Have real sex with me?"

"Gosh no, Johnnie Sue!" he said, his eyes going round. "I'd get a whippin' for sure if'n I did that!"

Johnnie Sue looked at him steadily. "But if'n you didn't get a whippin', would you want to?"

Jesse didn't know how to answer that. Blood brother or not, she was white. "I guess so," he said carefully.

"I'm not saying I'd let you, now," she said, arching her eyebrow. "I was just curious if you think I'm ugly or not."

Jesse looked at her strangely. "Johnnie Sue, you know I think you're pretty. Every time I get around you my pecker gets stiff as a board!"

Johnnie Sue laughed with the exuberance of the joyful knowledge that she was attractive to someone she cared a lot about.

"When I'm old enough?" she said. "When I'm ready to let a man put his pecker up inside of me?" She looked at him steadily. "I'm going to let you be the first one." She pronounced it very seriously, then robbed the seriousness of it all by adding "Unless Luthor is the first. I don't know. How do you choose which one will be first when you have two blood brothers?" She grinned.

"Wow," said Jesse, stunned. "I wish Luthor would get here, cause I need to rub right this instant!"

"Keep your pants on there, boy," said Luthor, shoving through the bushes. His use of "boy" didn't sting. Between them it was just a word. "Or not." he said, laughing. "Cause I'm here now."

They got naked like they were being paid to get naked, dropping their clothes. Johnnie Sue reached out to grab each of them.

"Jesse says he can squirt now," said Johnnie Sue. "Can I do him separate? Kind of in honor of the situation?"

"Wow, really?" said Luthor, impressed. "Sure. I can do myself!"

"Okay," said Johnnie Sue, smiling. "But when you squirt, I want to know ... and I want you to squirt it on me, okay? I really liked that last time."

Johnnie Sue knelt in front of Jesse and began uncovering and then covering his glans lovingly. She talked to his penis, telling it how grown up it was now, and how manly it was, as Jesse's eyes got larger and larger, and his breathing came in gasps. Her talk about letting him put his pecker in her someday had gotten him to the edge, and her hand, and words emptied his young balls within a minute.

"Oh Johnnie Sue!" he gasped, arching backwards as it started.

Johnnie Sue watched in fascination as the little slit in the tip of his penis opened fractionally. She expected his semen to be black, like he was, and when the white stream erupted from it and splattered her neck she was astonished. It looked and felt just like Luthor's. She aimed it downward, and a second jet painted her breast. That was all, though. He didn't produce as much as he would begin to in just a few short weeks. She let go of him, and fell back onto the grass, rubbing both hands through his spunk and spreading the warmth over her breasts and belly. She shoved one slippery hand between her legs and opened them wide, slipping a finger deep into her pussy.

Luthor stepped closer, his hand flashing on his penis. He knew it would spurt way out, and he wanted to do as Johnnie Sue had asked. For that reason, he stepped between her legs, since that would give him her whole upper torso to aim at, instead of wasting some by shooting across her body from the side. Then, afraid he'd hit her in the face, as he felt his balls give up his seed, he squatted, his own knees wide, and aimed his penis at her navel.

"Johnnie Sue!" he barked, and the first stream left his prick. Gravity laid it in a line from just above her navel to the finger that was whipping in and out of her pussy. It coated the finger as it came out, and went inside her when the finger went back in. He leaned forward, light headed, as the second shot and then the third leapt from his prick. Both pooled in her pubic hair. Her free hand scooped up what was on her belly, and rubbed it into her breasts. Her other hand mashed down on the puddle on her pubes, and rubbed it into her pussy as she drove two fingers deep inside her.

They may as well have fucked her. Her fingers shoved millions of their sperm cells up inside her hot tunnel. Only the fact that it was the wrong time of the month saved her from being pregnant without ever have having a penis inside her. The hundreds of thousands of wriggling sperm cells that swam through her cervix, and drifted aimlessly in her womb, found nothing to fertilize.

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