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 33

Supper that night, at the Wilson house, was quiet. All three children had a lot of homework to do. Bernadette and Hilda Mae were quiet for other reasons, though. Both of them knew that disaster had very nearly struck, and it had sobered them. Bernadette, naturally, blamed it on a man ... Nathan to be specific. If he would only have done as she asked, she was quite sure that her curiosity about having a penis in her would have been assuaged, and that she wouldn't think about it so much when she was with Curtis Lee. It had eaten at her for weeks now, and she was getting no closer to her goal. Nathan didn't even seem to be interested in being sucked any more. At supper, looking at him, sitting there eating like nothing was wrong in the whole, wide world, she decided to take action.

She did her homework, and went to bed. She waited until all the lights had been off for forty-five minutes by the clock on her night stand. She spent those forty-five minutes stretching her pussy with three fingers. She wouldn't let herself have an orgasm, but she shoved her fingers in until it hurt. At the end of the forty-five minutes she got up and snuck to Nathan's room. He was sleeping, but she could see him because of the moonlight coming through the window. She wondered idly if it was a full moon. She paid more attention to things like that nowadays. He looked just as handsome as he always had, lying there with only his pajama bottoms on.

She leaned over him and woke him with a warm, lip-rubbing kiss. He kissed her back, and then whispered "What are you doing?"

Her hand went to his pajama bottoms. "I miss you. What do you think I'm doing?" she whispered back.

"Mom heard me come in that night I was at Flossie's," he whispered in her ear. "She might hear us too."

"Then don't make any noise while I get me a drink." She kissed him again.

She pulled him out of bed, which he didn't think about, and put him on the floor which, to be honest, he associated with a habit she had made at the treehouse. She pulled his pajama bottoms down, uncovering the penis she craved so much. It had been a while since she had had it in her hand, and she had doubts as she realized how much bigger around it was than Curtis Lee's. She pushed her fear away and crawled closer, between his legs.

She had planned this carefully. She started by sucking him, and then kissing her way up to his mouth, and then back down. She did that again, so that he would get used to the idea that she might stop sucking him and move in the darkness. On the third time, as she kissed up his chest, she swung one naked leg over, moving into a squat and, after kissing his lips, grasped his penis in her hand, notched it in her pussy mouth, and sat down hard.

She almost screamed, and only because she bit her hand did she avoid it. The pain was both unexpected, and intense. Curtis Lee had caused a little pain, and a little pressure. Nathan was splitting her apart. It never occured to her that the minimal looking difference in thickness between the two of them could feel so completely different. Of course Nathan was in her much deeper than Curtis Lee had gone in, but she hadn't thought about that either.

She tried to feel her thigh muscles, telling them to stand her back up, but she couldn't feel anything but the pain. Nathan, finally realizing what she had done, reached for her and pulled her down to him. With his hands under her arms, he pulled her toward his face, hissing at her. The relief she felt as he pulled her off his penis was almost orgasmic. Suddenly she only felt a dull ache, as her body parts began to come back to their original configuration.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he hissed.

"I didn't know it would hurt so much," she whimpered.

"Are you crazy?" he rasped, his mouth right in her ear.

"I'm sorry," she cried, tears dropping on his neck. "Curtis Lee's went in me a little today, and you were supposed to be first, and I got mad at you and ..."

His hand covered her mouth.

"It went in you?!" he hissed. She tried to talk, but couldn't because of his hand. He moved it.

"It was an accident," she whined softly. "It didn't go all the way in, not like yours just did. His didn't hurt like that. I thought it would be okay ... I'd feel you in me, and then get off and it would be okay."

He hugged her to his chest, and she got her crying under control. He kissed her forehead and cheeks, and she sought his lips. After a long warm kiss she spoke softly into his mouth.

"You hurt me!" she whispered.

"You hurt yourself," he said back.

"It wasn't supposed to hurt," she complained.

"You went too fast," he said. "It will always hurt if you just jam it in you."

"Oh," She kissed him again. "I'm going back to bed now."

"What about me?" he asked. "I'm still hard."

She scrambled down and finished him off with her usual energetic mouth action, getting her drink in less than a minute. Then she pinched his leg hard and scooted back away, to sneak out of his door before he could catch her.

School the next day was a repeat of that first ironic day after Flossie recovered from Harvey's beating, and started teaching again. On that day the kids all knew what Nathan and Flossie did together, but she didn't know that. This time, Flossie knew what all the kids did together, but they were unaware of her knowledge. They were surprised, therefore, when she announced there would be another session of health class that afternoon.

They sat curiously, thinking they knew everything they needed to know about sex, which is what they knew "health" class was really about.

"There are two areas of sexual education that I may not have addressed properly," she said, to start the session. "The first is about the urges you may feel to engage in sexual activity. I know," she said, playing her part, "that you have all felt the urge to touch yourselves. But there may be urges to explore beyond just your own body."

Bernadette couldn't suppress a snort, and Flossie looked at her. "Do you have something to add, Bernadette?"

"Um ... no ma'am," said Bernadette, the others looking at her interestedly. All of them knew she was the most hot-blooded among them.

Flossie didn't push it. Nathan raised an eyebrow at her, but she ignored him. "Now, it is important for you to know that you MUST resist those urges. And there are things you can do that will help you with this."

"Like what?" asked Moses. He had worried long into the night that his partial penetration of Hilda Mae had ruined everything. He hadn't meant to do that, but, once his penis was inside her, the urge to slam it forward as far into her as he could had gripped him with ferocious strength. Only because he knew that would ruin everything had he been able to jerk his prick out of her warm, clasping sheath.

"Well, for one thing, you should try to think of something else," said Flossie, quoting the literature she had seen in college.

She was faced with eight youths, their mouths hanging open in disbelief. Jesse said it for them all. "That doesn't work!" he said, almost indignantly.

Flossie slumped. The information she had seen had recommended telling children to concentrate on sports, or art, or music to take their minds off sex. There had even been a suggestion that they be told to carry a little binder with them, so that they could write poetry whenever they felt "inappropriate urges". While she hadn't realized it then, she now knew that was ridiculous. Still, it was all she had. She couldn't even control her own urges when she was with Nathan alone.

"Alone" she thought. That was the key.

"Well, then, you must always make sure you aren't alone with someone you're tempted to be sexual with," she said. "If there is always someone else around, then you won't be able to do too much, or go too far."

Luthor was the one who stuck a pin in that balloon.

"Huh?" he asked, looking confused.

"You can't do anything if there's someone else around," repeated Flossie.

"Huh?" he asked again, clearly trying to resolve what she had said with his own experience.

Hilda Mae raised her hand. "I think he means that doesn't work either."

Flossie didn't know what to do. She did know that, if she didn't do something, bellies would swell and everything would be lost.

"Look," she said heavily. "If you all keep playing sexually, you're going to eventually end up having sex, and somebody's going to get pregnant. Okay? That's the situation. If any of you girls get pregnant, it will be more horrible than you can even imagine!" Her frustration caused her to speak freely, and she looked at Bernadette.

"Bernadette, you like Curtis Lee, right?"

Bernadette shrank back in her chair. This was dangerous territory.

"I guess he's okay," she said carefully.

"What do you think your father would do to Curtis Lee if he got you pregnant?"

The look of horror on Bernadette's face was associated with the answer to the question, and not the suggestion that she might lie with a Negro. That was made clear by the look she sent Curtis Lee's way.

"You don't have to answer that," said Flossie. "But we all know what would happen. That would ruin your life, because you love him, and it would ruin his life, because they would kill him. Is that what you want?"

"Of course not!" wailed Bernadette, never denying that she loved him.

She turned to Johnnie Sue. "What happened to your cousin, Julia when she got pregnant and wasn't married?"

"They sent her away," said Johnnie Sue, looking stricken.

"And did she ever get to see the boy who made her pregnant again?"

"He was sent away too," she said, wide-eyed.

"And what happened to the baby they made?"

"They gave it away to somebody else," whined Johnnie Sue.

"Is that what you want to happen to you?"

"Noooo," wailed the girl, starting to cry.

"Then you have to resist the temptation to do what you've been doing!"

Seven sets of eyes slowly went to Nathan.

"You told her!" hissed Hilda Mae.

"I saw you!" said Flossie, coming to her lover's defense.

Seven sets of eyes swung back to her, stunned.

"I was taking Nathan fishing one day when we saw Johnnie Sue ... servicing Jesse and Luthor."

The two boys' eyes opened wide, while Johnnie Sue moaned and covered her face with both hands.

"When did you see me and Hildy?" asked Moses, his face gray.

"I didn't, but now I don't have to, do I?" asked Flossie, glaring at him. Hilda Mae elbowed him hard, and looked down.

"But it's not fair!" yelled Bernadette, almost standing up. "What about you and Nathan!"

Now it was Flossie who was stunned. Her brain gently reminded her that Marian had seen it. You couldn't keep that kind of emotion secret, really. Not if anyone was looking for it. And now she was stuck. She couldn't tell them she was going to marry Nathan. She had already said they were to resist UNTIL marriage. Besides, if they knew, word would leak out somehow, and that would ruin everything. She suddenly realized she had never asked Nathan what the other children knew about them. She had to try denial.

"What are you talking about?" Flossie asked, trying to sound dignified.

Bernadette boiled over. First, Nathan had put his penis in Flossie, before he put it in her. Then the accident had happened, and another man's penis went in her before Nathan's. Then, when Nathan's did go in her, it had hurt like fire! Her whole dream of being deflowered by the brother she loved so intensely had gone all wrong, and she blamed Flossie for it.

"We saw you through the window, having sex with him!" she growled. "And now you tell us we can't do that! It's ... not ... fair!" she screamed the last word and stood up.

The bottom dropped out for Flossie. She was embarrassed and ashamed. The fact that she was ten years older than the girl didn't help, because Nathan was only one year older. She felt like a hypocrite. She was a hypocrite!

Nathan looked at his sister.

"Sit down, Bernie," he said.

She looked at him in rage and took a breath to scream at him.

He stood up. "Sit down, Bernie!" he thundered.

She sat so hard it hurt her butt.

"Do you want Curtis Lee to get you pregnant?" he asked.

She glared at him. He turned to Hilda Mae.

"Do you want Moses to get you pregnant?"

"Of course not," she said steadily. "I'm only fifteen."

He turned back to Bernadette.

"Do you want to marry Curtis Lee?"

Bernadette's eyes took on a hunted look. She glanced at Curtis Lee, who was looking at her interestedly. She remembered how forceful he had been about keeping the agreement.

"I can't," she said, hedging. "I'm only sixteen."

"Do you want to marry him?" Nathan raised his voice. "Do you want to have his babies, and raise them and live with him your whole life?"

She opened and closed her mouth twice.

"Because I want to marry Flossie. I want her to have my babies. I can't wait to live with her, and I can't imagine living with any other woman like that."

They stared at him as he left his desk and paced.

"And I know what you're feeling, because we can't control it either!" He faced them. "If I get Flossie pregnant, she can leave here. She's a woman ... an adult. I'm going to have a job in Kansas City, if all goes well, and we can still be together there. Curtis Lee is leaving with me. But you can't leave yet, Bernie." He looked at Hilda Mae and Johnnie Sue. "You two can't leave yet either. And if you get pregnant before you can leave, you'll never see them again. Is that what you want?"

"No!" came three female voices in tandem.

"Do you want to marry Luthor or Jesse?" he asked Johnnie Sue suddenly.

"I want to marry them both," she moaned.

Flossie looked up, horrified.

"Then ... don't ... get ... pregnant." Nathan said in a slow, measured tone.

Bernadette looked at Curtis Lee. His eyes were subdued. He looked disappointed.

"Yes," she said suddenly. "I do want to live with you forever."

"Don't you see?" he said softly. "We're so close ... I'm going with Nathan. It won't be so long before you can come up there, just a year. I don't want to screw this up, Bernie."

"What are we going to dooooo?" moaned Bernadette, beginning to cry.

Flossie had only one card left. She raised her hand, and the others looked at her in confusion at the reversal of roles.

"The other thing I was going to talk about today is birth control."

They looked at her expectantly, her role as a teacher suddenly re-established.

"It is illegal for me to tell you about these things," she said. "You must understand that. If anyone finds out I told you, I would be arrested."

They continued looking at her expectantly. They were used to keeping secrets.

She told them about ancient methods of birth control, which involved either blocking the sperm from going through the cervix, or trying to kill the sperm before it could perform its intended purpose. She told them about the male prophylactics that had become popular after the first world war, when soldiers brought diseases with them that began to devastate the country.

"But none of you will have access to these kinds of objects and tools," she said. "They're not even sold in this town, with the possible exception of rubbers, and none of you could buy them. The druggist will only sell them to a married man."

Then she told them about withdrawal and the rhythm method, the only things they could realistically try. When she explained, in detail, the rhythm method, she saw shock on the girls' faces.

"But I thought the most dangerous time was when I was bleeding ... or right before," said Bernadette.

"That's actually the safest time," said Flossie. "When the egg is in the tube, and just after it moves into the uterus is when it is most likely to be fertilized. It only takes one sperm cell to do that."

Johnnie Sue, looking very alert, leaned forward. "How many sperm cells does a man ... um ... you know ... when it comes out of his ... penis?" she stammered.

"Millions," said Flossie. "That's why it's so dangerous."

"Millions?" gasped Johnnie Sue. She had thought ten, or maybe twenty would be in all that mess she loved to rub all over her. She had no real concept of what a cell looked like, at that point in her life.

"And if there was some of that on you finger, when you ... um ... I mean if you put your finger ..." she couldn't finish with Flossie looking directly at her.

"That would put sperm inside you," said Flossie, "and it would swim towards the egg. You could get pregnant."

"Without even having sex?" gasped Hilda Mae.

"Without even having sex." confirmed Flossie.

All three girls looked ill.

"I might be pregnant already," moaned Johnnie Sue.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," said Flossie. "I know I'm a hypocrite, and that I'm doing ... have done something ... that I'm telling you not to do. But Nathan is right. If you have dreams of what your life will be like some day, in a year or two ... or three," she said, looking at Johnnie Sue, "then you must resist the urge to do things that will destroy those dreams."

"But Ruth Ann is getting married," said Hilda Mae. "She's only sixteen."

"Her parents will agree to it," said Flossie. "Only then will she be allowed to get married so young."

"Shit," said Hilda Mae. Her hand slapped over her mouth instantly.

Nobody felt the need to chastise her.

It was a sober group that left the school house that day. Flossie stayed inside, as she usually did, and the rest of them formed a little knot outside.

"What are we going to do?" asked Hilda Mae.

"I know some things we're not going to do," sighed Moses.

Hilda Mae glared at him. "I hate you Moses Finshaw," she said darkly. "I love you, but I hate you too."

Bernadette looked at Curtis Lee. "Do you want to marry me?" she asked.

Curtis Lee looked at the sky. "Yes," he finally said. "But that doesn't mean it will happen. You may change your mind after I'm gone for a while."

She looked at him so accusingly that he almost flinched. "If my brother can marry a Negro, so can I," she said flatly.

"That's not what I meant," he said. "But it's a good point. A white man marrying a Negro is different than a Negro marrying a white girl, especially if she's only seventeen." She started to argue and he went on, cutting her off. "You might meet a boy after I'm gone, and it might change things. That's what I meant."

Bernadette whirled and stomped off down the road, toward town.

"Boy, you are in big trouble now," sighed Nathan.

Bernadette wouldn't look at Curtis Lee, or speak to him for three more days. She ignored him in school. All of them stayed away from the tree house, and nobody wanted to go fishing either. They stayed home that weekend, and when they got back to school Bernadette addressed Curtis Lee as Mister Curtis Lee, the few times she spoke to him. That lasted three more days. Flossie knew that something was wrong, but since it was keeping the two apart, she decided not to worry about it. A serious rift ... a lover's spat, if you will ... was not necessarily a bad thing in her mind.

Flossie also controlled herself in relationship to her own lover. She did it by the simple expediency of keeping them apart. He understood, though it was harder on him than it was on her. She did pretty well unless he was there, with her. When that happened, she lost all control.

Nobody was happy.

The mood perked up when Johnnie Sue had her period. It was almost a week late, since her body somehow knew it was supposed to be nourishing the baby she didn't know she had lost. It perked up more when Bernadette and Hilda Mae had theirs two weeks later. Like many sisters, their cycles were matched.

They threw themselves into what was left of the school year. Marian received the entrance exam in the mail, and brought it to school in the car. The boys all crowded around to look at it, and Marian raised an eyebrow at Flossie. Flossie just shrugged.

Twenty minutes later there was almost a party atmosphere in the room. The test was almost laughably simple. It focused primarily on being able to read and write, with some rudimentary math included. The only part of it that looked daunting was a long list of vocabulary words, that had to be matched to the correct definitions. Some of those words were completely unknown to them. Flossie's treasured dictionary took care of that over the next week.

By graduation, even Jesse could pass the test, at least as far as Flossie could tell. No answer key had been sent with it.

Graduation came and went with little fanfare. Only Curtis Lee's mother arrived at the school on the last day of class. In a simple ceremony, Flossie handed out two diplomas she had received from the State Board of Education.

They had a month and a half to kill, and both Nathan and Curtis Lee spent it working the cotton fields. It kept them busy, which was good, because they were extremely stressed. The others did much the same, as they had all their lives. Only Bernadette and Hilda Mae sat around bored to tears. Not even Nancy Drew could perk them up. They went fishing by themselves, and spent long hours in the tree house together, staring at the sky and talking about their dreams. Masturbation helped a little, but it was pale by comparison to what they felt when their men were with them.

It was the 4th of July celebration that undid them all. They had gone from overdoing sex, to cutting themselves off completely. Neither was good. Now, they were all horny and tensions were high enough that anger often erupted. Harvey was carefully behaving himself, both because of his wife, and the constable's warning. He had stopped precipitous foreclosures, trying to work with farmers instead. He was miserable. He gained a lot of weight, because eating was the only pleasure he had left in life.

There were no fireworks in Catfish Hollow. Not the kind that went up into the sky and made beautiful bursts, anyway. No one could afford that. But there was a dance, and almost the whole town showed up for that. There were two bands, one white, and one black, on two stages, set up on opposite sides of town, about three blocks apart. Each was a tiny glow of light in an otherwise dark town. Liquor flowed, the one time of the year when people let themselves go. The adults danced themselves into a stupor.

The children sought the darkness of the no-man's land between the two parties.

As luck would have it, Johnnie Sue was just coming off her period. Bernadette and Hilda Mae were both feeling the things they had learned meant they'd bleed soon. All of them were slightly off cycle, probably due to the emotional strain they had been under.

But all of them felt like they were safe, that night. They had tracked that 'safety', since getting the correct knowledge about it. They hadn't done anything about it ... just made notice of it on an academic level. They were still resolute in their desire to preserve the dreams of their futures, even though those were hazy at this point, less so for Bernadette, and more so for the other two.

Nathan and Curtis Lee only had two weeks left, before they were to be taken by Marian to the bus station in Flaerty, forty miles away, and disappear off into the unknown. They had buried the gold at the base of the treehouse, having to make four trips to ferry the coins, and then the empty box to the site. They put it there, because, in an emergency, they could tell Bernadette about it on the phone.

Emotions were tense. Nathan and Curtis Lee's departure caused both excitement and melancholy at the same time. The excitement wasn't limited to the girls. The boys who would stay behind thought more about following them, and what that could mean, than they did about the gold, which still seemed like an impossible dream. There was another component of the feeling the teens shared, that made them feel almost like bugs were crawling under their skin. That was because of the amount of passion they had suppressed, and the little over two months they had suppressed it.

"I want to take a walk," said Bernadette, fidgeting. She and her siblings had been standing with their mother, sipping punch while the adults capered around to the music of the banjo and fiddle. Harvey had been drinking heavily, and it wasn't punch. He was talking to a little knot of the town fathers off to one side.

"Take your brother with you," said Marian distantly. "The men are all liquored up and acting a fool."

Bernadette didn't argue. She pulled Hilda Mae with her and then pushed Nathan ahead of her towards Johnnie Sue, who was sitting on a folding chair not far away. Johnnie Sue said something to her mother, who was grinning and panting, having stopped dancing with her husband so they could quench their thirst. She got up and joined them.

"Where are we going?" asked Johnnie Sue as they walked into the darkness.

"Nowhere," said Bernadette. "Just getting away from the noise."

Fizzling light flew through the air to land on the ground, sparks shooting off from it in the dark. The string of firecrackers started going off with a burst of noise and sound. Leon's grinning face could be seen in the staccato bursts of light from behind a barrel where he had ambushed them.

"Gotcha!" he squealed, running off into the dark, the punk in his hand making a waving, sinuous line of orange as his hands moved.

Luthor ran up from behind them.

"Who did that?" he panted.

"Leon," said Nathan.

They could see his teeth in the dark as he grinned. "Oh. Where are the others?" he asked.

"I don't know," said Hilda Mae. "There's two stupid parties in this stupid town."

They didn't see Jesse and Moses approaching, and all of them jumped when Moses said, suddenly: "There you are!" Hilda Mae screamed, and then cut it off quickly.

Bernadette peered into the dark. "Is Curtis Lee with you?"

She jumped and squeaked as he suddenly appeared off to one side.

"I am now," he said calmly. "I saw these two sneaking off and figured I'd better keep an eye on them."

He was almost bowled over by Bernadette's rush to hug him fiercely.

"Not in public!" he hissed. "Are you crazy?" He pushed her back. "I thought you were still mad at me anyway."

"I am!" she said. "Now, let's go find someplace that's not public," she added in a whisper.

"Tree house?" asked Luthor hopefully.

"Too far," said Moses. "They'll miss us."

"If your parents are like mine, they won't even know we're gone," said Johnnie Sue, giggling. "Besides, they haven't even started eating yet." There was a pig and a side of beef roasting at each party, and tables covered with dishes of potato salad, corn on the cob and other treats.

"We'd miss the feast!" whispered Jesse.

"Would you rather eat ... or go to the treehouse?" asked Luthor.

"Um ... treehouse," said Jesse, grinning at Johnnie Sue.

"Guys ..." Nathan warned.

"Oh go off and see Miss Flossie!" snapped Bernadette.

"She's at our party," said Moses, kicking at the dirt with one toe.

"She told me she wasn't going to stay long," said Curtis Lee.

"Can you behave yourselves?" asked Nathan.

"Better than you can!" snorted Bernadette. She reached out to touch him on the arm. "I'm sorry," she said. "I've just missed Curtis Lee so much."

"Will you promise me to be careful?" asked Nathan.

"Yes!" came three female voices.

They were gone in a flash, footsteps running off into the dark. Nathan walked slowly through town, and around, coming at Flossie's house from the back. It was dark inside. He tapped gently on the door, but got no answer. Silently he let himself in, found the lamp with practiced fingers, and lit it, rather than turning on an electric light.

She wasn't there.

He sat down in the chair, and laid his head back. He thought about leaving, and going to the treehouse, to help them keep their promise, but it felt good to sit in the chair. Slowly, his eyes closed.

Chapter 34

Things went badly in the treehouse almost from the beginning. They meant to sit and talk, and kiss a little, but slowly, on various platforms, clothing began to fall off of them, almost by itself, somehow. Nipples were sucked, and more clothing came off, until kissing bodies writhed nakedly against each other. The girls all used their mouths, and drank down those offerings. The boys licked and sucked until the girls were temporarily satisfied. Then they lay there, in each other's arms, talking softly, as lovers do.

It was the second round when things took a turn for the worse. Had they gotten up right after the first, put their clothes on and left, they might have been all right. But they didn't.

Luthor got between Johnnie Sue's thighs, and began to work up a load to put where she liked it. This time, when the tip of his prick nosed into her pussy, though, her hands reached for his hips and she pulled. They were well matched, and he slid into her like a knife into hot butter.

Her groan was so loud ... so different from what they had heard before, that it brought queries from above.

"What's wrong?" called down Hilda Mae.

"Ohhhh Mamma it's in meeeeeee," groaned Johnnie Sue. She had never felt anything that good in her whole young life.

Bernadette practically attacked Curtis Lee. She had been playing with his newly stiffened prick, jacking it slowly, when Johnnie Sue's words electrified her. Before he could react, she crawled up on him, and like she had done with her brother, tried to sit on it. Again, though, she only got half of it in, because Curtis Lee's strong hands, under her arms, kept her from sinking down any further. She was stretched, and she could feel that, but the awful pain of Nathan's prick wasn't there at all.

"Ohhh pleease Curtis Lee," she begged.

"You know better!" he grunted, his arms straining.

"You're going away," she cried. "Just once before you go away! Please?"

He jerked her forward, trying to pull her off of him, and she collapsed on his chest, crying into his neck. He was still inside her, perhaps two inches.

"Pleeease?" she cried.

Curtis Lee was in trouble and he knew it. She felt so good like this. His own control began to seep out.

"okay, but I have to be on top, so I can pull it out of you when it's time," he croaked.

She was off of him almost instantly and lying on her back, legs spread, arms reaching for him. He knelt, feeling the boards pressing into his kneecaps, and felt her hand around his manhood, pulling almost painfully.

He eased into her, fighting her hands, which were claws on his buttocks.

Hilda Mae looked at Moses wide eyes in the dark. "They're doing it," she whispered, looking up. He was stiff again too, and her hand found him.

"We're not supposed to," he whispered urgently.

"You heard him ... you can take it out when it's time," she urged.

"We shouldn't," he tried one last time.

"I want to," she said, reaching for him.

Theirs was less practiced, and more erratic. She didn't guide him, but just pulled him on top of her. He kept his knees outside hers, pinning her legs together, still trying to foil her intentions. His balls and penis rubbed between her legs as they wiggled against each other. Her knees pressed against his as she tried to open herself too, and one of his knees skidded to the side. Now, as she pulled him up for a kiss, his penis slid right to her opening. It took her five minutes to get him into her. It was done in small, infinitesimal movements, as this wiggle advanced him, and that pull made him go a tiny bit deeper. He was almost surprised when, as his own control vanished, and he pushed, he only had an inch left to go before her body stopped him.

He stopped, looking down at her. Her eyes were wide open.

"It's in me," she whispered.

"Uh huh," he panted.

"I love this," she sighed.

Her knees kicked at his again, and he lifted one so she could slide her leg outside his. It caused him to press harder, and she made a little sound of happiness. Letting her spread her other leg did the same thing, and before he knew it the instinctive thrust and withdraw was making her breasts jiggle in the moonlight under him.

She pulled his face to hers and whispered: "Don't ever stop doing this to me."

She saw the light in the house as she approached, and thought of Nathan immediately. Still, she was careful. There was a lot of alcohol being consumed this night, a lot of it made at home, and powerful. She relaxed as she saw him sleeping in the chair.

She was already wet when she woke him, and pulled him to the bedroom without argument. By her cycle, this wouldn't be too terrible a time, and it had been much too long since she felt that wet, warm feeling deep inside her.

He didn't resist, but wasn't urgent about it this time. He eased into her as her hands and voice told him he was doing exactly what she wanted. He spurted almost immediately, and apologized, but she just kept him rocking in her saddle and welcomed an exquisite orgasm as his spunk soaked into her.

They rested for half an hour, nuzzling and talking softly. Then Flossie got on top and they started all over again.

Johnnie Sue lay, sated and happy after the strongest orgasm she'd ever had, while Luthor panted over her, sagging on his arms. She could feel his penis softening, after it had spurted inside her. She had found a new feeling she loved. She would happily take spunk outside her body, or inside. She rolled her head to look at Jesse, who sat, his prick held tightly in his hand as he leaned forward.

"That was so cool," he whispered.

"You want to?" she asked.

"Can I?" he gripped his prick harder.

"You bet, blood brother," she smiled.

Jesse lasted one point two seconds. He was adding his cream to Luthor's before he even got all the way inside her. But he stayed hard, and kept going. Johnnie Sue felt the difference immediately. Luthor's penis scraped the sides of her pussy walls deliciously, and just that friction was enough to get her off. Now, with Jesse's smaller penis, her hands automatically trained him to move so that he crushed her clitty. He seemed to have endless energy, and she tumbled through two more orgasms before he sighed, gave her another load, and settled down to press his chest against her soft breasts.

She spent the next twenty minutes kissing one, then the other, and telling them she was going to find a way to marry them both.

Bernadette lay rigid as Curtis Lee slowly plumbed her depths. He didn't stretch her with his width, like Nathan's had, but made up for that in other ways. He was long and pointed, and when she felt him hit the end of her sheath ... and move things around deep inside of her ... she spread her legs wider and arched her back.

"Oh Curtis Lee I love you, I love you, I love you," she said, over and over again. She felt pain as his prick pried her cervix open, and penetrated those inner lips. But it was a good pain, and she welcomed it.

"Ohhhh you feel so good," he sighed, staying deep in her. "I didn't know it could feel this good,"

Bernadette relaxed, falling limp, and her legs lifted to slide up and down his legs.

"You have to marry me," she whimpered. "I'll just die if you don't."

Something in her abdomen felt different, and she suddenly clenched muscles she hadn't known she had.

"Auugghhhh", he moaned. "What was that?"

"This?" she clenched and released.

"If I was a cow you'd be milking me," he groaned. "It's so tight ... " He pulled, mostly to see if he could. He'd seen dogs get stuck together, and he was afraid they might be in the same boat. But his prick slid smoothly back out, until her legs tightened on his buttocks.

"Don't take it out," she moaned. "I love it. I love you."

He slid back in, more forcefully this time and she yipped at the pain.

"Not so hard," she whined. "I feel like it's poking my lungs."

"Oh baby," he groaned, as she clenched again. "This wasn't a good idea at all." He started to pull out, because suddenly it was there. He was about to spurt.

"Nooo," she moaned, tightening her heels on his butt.

"Bernie! I have to ..."

Instinct demanded it, and he pushed back in as the first stream of his spend rocketed through his prick. Her heels helped ram him through her cervix this time, and he filled her womb to overflowing with thick, milky cream.

"Oh Curtis," she sighed. "That feels so lovely."

"I couldn't help it," he gasped, his body demanding that he keep pushing, as his prick flexed four or five more times. It had nothing left to give up, but kept trying.

"I'm not mad at you any more," she sighed. "Even though you're getting soft."

"I'm so sorry honey," he moaned.

She kissed him, and her hands roamed on his back. She rolled him over, and took up her favorite position, rubbing her leaking pussy on his cock and balls. Soon he was a mess, but life came back to his manhood as she whispered how much she had loved having him shoot inside her, and how, when they were married, she would keep him in bed all the time. When he was hard again, she slid him back in her and sat up, taking him deep again. She rocked, and dropped her head as a sweet orgasm seeped through her body. She kept rocking and the next one was stronger. Ten minutes later he started panting, and she leaned down to lick his lips.

"Make it shoot again," she whispered.

He did.

Moses pounded Hilda Mae for fifteen minutes. What he was doing felt wonderful, but what Hilda Mae was doing was even more fun. Her face twisted into ten different looks as she had orgasm after orgasm. Her fingernails alternated from scraping lightly over his skin, to digging into his butt. He learned to go into her from different angles, and each time she went crazy.

When he felt it coming, he never even though of pulling out. He just kept pumping, even as his prick spurted, letting her pussy stroke and hug him just like her throat did. He kept going even as he went limp, and wet squishy sounds, like toes in mud came from where they were joined.

She pushed him over and sucked him clean. Like he hadn't stopped, she didn't either. Soon she was taking his newly stiff length deep in her throat. She pulled off panting.

"I can't decide which way I like it more," she gasped.

"I like them both," he panted.

Johnnie Sue squealed below, and Hilda Mae crawled to the edge of the platform to look down. Moses saw her wet pussy winking at him between her buttocks, and got up to kneel behind her. He lifted his prick and poked at her weepy pussy lips. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, her face half covered with blond hair.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"This," he said, grabbing her hips and pushing.

He pushed too hard, and she gasped as she started to fall. Using all his strength, he pulled, and walked backwards on his knees with her impaled on him. When they were safe, he started pumping again. She ended up with her arms on the boards, and her head on her arms, her butt high in the air as his prick scraped her in a whole new way that sent delicious tremors all through her. When she reached for her clitty with the fingers of one hand, that did the trick for her and she pushed her butt back at him as the ecstasy rolled through her. He went stiff, and she felt him seed her again.

They thought they were all in trouble as they ran back through the dark, to town. They had spent hours making love. Johnnie Sue was amazed she didn't slosh as she ran, like sometimes happened when you drank too much water. As they approached town, they slowed, and there were farewell kisses as they split to go back to what they were sure were parties that were over. Jesse's parents were looking for him, but hadn't been looking long, and they collected him and went home. Curtis Lee's mother had gone home long ago, but it wasn't such a big deal with him. Moses' parents were still dancing. The music had gone from fast to slow as the night went on, and he watched them, pressed together, swaying in time with the music. He wondered if he'd ever get to dance with Hilda Mae like that.

On the other side of town, Bernadette and Hilda Mae took a chance and went straight home. The house was dark, and they went inside to run a bath. Their plan was to tell their mother they got bored and just came home. Not knowing how much time they had, they bathed together quickly, to get the smell they knew was hanging about them off. They had just made it into chairs, with books, when their mother dragged their stumbling father through the front door.

"I wondered where you'd gotten to," said Marian, guiding a weaving Harvey toward the bedroom.

"It wasn't much fun with no other kids our age around," said Bernadette.

"Well, maybe there will be some next year," said Marian. "Turn off the lights when you go to bed." She didn't ask where Nathan was. She just hoped he'd been careful that his sisters didn't know where he went when they left him.

Looking at each other, the girls heaved a relieved sigh.

Flossie woke in a tangle of arms and legs with Nathan. He was breathing deeply. She lay there, trying to feel what he had put into her. She wanted to feel heavy with his nectar, full and satisfied. She had needed this so badly. They still didn't know how long it would take before the boys would be situated and she could join them. She hoped it wouldn't be too long. She was tempted to go back to sleep, but he was working, and would have to get up and go to work in the morning. They had been lucky so far, and she didn't want to push it.

She woke him and told him he had to go home.

He did, but only after mounting her again, and leaving part of him with her.

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