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 31

It has to be said that the boys didn't quite know what to expect from the girls, in the showdown about having sex ... or perhaps not having sex. The reaction they got was remarkably sublime, all things considered.

Nathan spoke for them. It was a singularly odd looking convocation, with three girls sitting on the grass, naked and dripping, since they had already gone in the water, and five boys standing in front of them fully clothed.

Nathan explained it in much the same way he had to the boys, but with different words. He said that they all now knew that the girls might be tempted to let the boys go too far, and that they all knew what the consequences of that would be. He didn't say "could get pregnant" ... he said "would get pregnant." In fact, he used the word "pregnant" at least a dozen times in his explanation about how they had all decided to become policemen, and that, until that time, none of them would be willing to chance making any of the girls pregnant. It was pretty impressive in the sense that the boys presented a united front.

He only made one mistake. In addition to using the word "pregnant" a dozen or more times, he unconsciously attributed the boys' reluctance to chance such pregnancy on the word "Love". He basically told the three girls that the boys loved them too much to do that. Also a dozen times or more.

Whether the girls had discussed the possibility of facing a united front or not, we don't know. They never said anything about that. What the girls presented, however, was also a front that was united. Bernadette spoke for them.

"Well, that's all wonderful," she said. "But we know how it feels to want something, and we're going to keep wanting it. It's kind of like that gold. How would you feel if somebody told you it would be years before you could spend any of it?"

There was an uncomfortable shuffling amongst the men.

"Here's what I think," she went on. "If I want to do that, then whoever I want to do it with is going to have to make me feel so good, and make me so happy, that I don't want to do it any more."

"How are we going to do that?" asked Nathan, frustrated.

"You're going to have to do anything else I want, until I decide we're done." There were murmurs of assent from the other two girls.

Basically, she and her two female compatriots did what women have done for centuries. They called the shots, and used their sexuality to enforce it.

An ... agreement, of sorts ... had been forged. Nathan felt more comfortable leaving them, which was what he wanted to do. Bernadette called out to him as he was leaving, and walked over to him. He couldn’t help but watch the slight bouncing of her breasts, and glance at the auburn hair that fluffed above her sex, glittering with sun-lit drops of water. That she saw him looking and smiled, didn't help it made his eyes slide up to her face. She stood in front of him.

"I can live with the rest, but you are going to make love to me before you leave home." Her smile never wavered. "You just remember that."

Her comment was so calm, and so firm, that Nathan almost flinched.

"You should save that for the man you love," he said softly.

"I am," she said. "I know I can't marry you, but I'll always love you and I want you to be my first." She licked her lips. "You'd better hurry, though, because you're not the only man I love who's leaving town. That's your fault too."

"Don't make him do that, Bernie," said Nathan intensely. "I know you probably can, but don't do that to him. Let him get situated someplace where the two of you have a chance."

"Just once, Nathan." The look in her eye was almost pleading. "Just once before you go off and marry Miss Flossie, and I can't have you any more."

"Will you leave Curtis Lee alone if I do?" he asked, his mouth dry.

"I'll try a lot harder," she answered truthfully.

"I'll think about it. You just behave yourself with him until then."

"Okay," she said meekly.

Behaving herself with Curtis Lee, as far as Bernadette was concerned, meant keeping his penis out of her pussy. That was all. And that part wasn't really so hard, at least not right now. While she and the other girls had thought about things a lot, even more since seeing it being done, they still had all the normal fears and tensions associated with losing one's virginity. They were just as aware of the danger of pregnancy as Nathan was. Hadn't they all gotten together and discussed exactly when would be the right and wrong times to let a boy do that? Didn't they know that they needed to be right between periods ... wasn't that the best time to make sure no sperm got hear an egg? After all, the way they understood things, an egg dropped, and if it wasn't fertilized ... they had a period. So the time not to have sex was right around their periods. Right?

So often does having incomplete information about something ... cause problems.

But for now, at least, the girls were willing to delay yet another gratification ... at least for a while. While Nathan walked to see Miss Flossie ... they would do all the other things that were safe.

Swimming, this time, was just foreplay. There was no roughhousing. The blood brothers gravitated to each other as easily as Moses gravitated to Hilda Mae. Bernadette went from talking to Nathan, to kissing Curtis Lee right in front of the others. He resisted for two kisses, saying "Not in front of them!" Her answer to that was to pull him from the water, pick up his clothes and hers, and take him back to the treehouse.

They didn't make it past the first platform, before she pushed him to his back, straddled his face, fisted his stiff prick, and said "Do you really love me?"

Curtis Lee looked up at her pussy, already dripping again, even though they had been out of the water for five minutes. "I tried not to, but it isn't working very well," he sighed.

She kissed the tip of his long black penis, so slim, that would reach way up inside her where she just knew it would feel fabulous.

"Make me not want this thing in my pussy."

He was working hard at that, when Hilda Mae and Moses climbed past them to a platform ten feet higher, where the scene was virtually repeated.

Johnnie Sue despite her wish to avoid chiggers, elected to use the grass, now that she and her blood brothers were alone. She was too horny to wait until they got to the tree house. She demanded a sperm bath, and got it, rubbing it joyously into her skin. Then she demanded each of them give her an an orgasm. She drank them down next, and lay back for more. She was satisfied with their tongues on her clitty, and their fingers in her pussy, digging deep to touch that special place only their longer fingers could reach that thrilled her so much.

Flossie was sitting outside, under a tree, reading a book when Nathan sauntered into the yard. She looked up with troubled eyes.

"I was afraid I'd see you today," she said quietly.

"Afraid?" he said, standing, loose limbed. She looked so good, even with her face still slightly swollen, and almost bald spots on her scalp. The scab on her lip had softened with repeated applications of salve, and didn't show much, with light pink skin showing under it. It reminded him of the pink he had glimpsed between her legs last night.

"Nathan, I know how I acted last night. But we can't do that again. It just won't work."

"My mother knows about us." he said simply.

"What?!"

"When I went home last night, I thought I was quiet and didn't wake anyone, but she heard me ... looked at the clock, I guess. I fell asleep in my clothes. She said she smelled you on them."

"Ohhh Nathan," she said, great sadness in her voice.

"You don't understand!" he said. "I guess I don't either, really, but she already knew, even before that. She said she heard it in your voice, and saw it in my eyes."

"What will we do?" asked Flossie, her eyes wetting up. Her worst fears were coming to fruition.

"She told me to ask you to marry me," he said, holding his breath.

She looked up, confused. "What?"

"She told me we couldn't be happy here, but that when I'm a policeman, if I took you North with me ... we might be able to be happy."

"Your mother?" gasped Flossie.

"My mother," he said. "I couldn't believe it myself. But she was sitting right next to me at the table, eating off of my plate. She acted like she'd expected it."

"Your father?" there was fear in his voice.

"He doesn't know, and she won't tell him. She says he must never know ... that she'll never see her grandbabies ... but that she remembers what it was like to fall in love."

"That's just ... ridiculous!" said Flossie, sounding worried.

"Oh," said Nathan, crushed. "It's okay. I know I'm just a kid."

Flossie wrenched her mind away from suspicious thoughts that Marian, despite her kindness, must be up to something. The tone in his voice wailed in her ears.

"Nathan, it's not that. You are a man, a strong, intelligent man. And you made me feel like a woman last night. Any woman would dream of having that in a man. But marriage? We can't get married! That just doesn't happen!"

"So you don't want to marry me." It was a statement, rather than a question.

She started to go to him, and stopped. They were in public. Taking him into the house was dangerous, on several levels. When he was just painting and talking, it hadn't seemed quite so dangerous. But she knew what she'd feel if she took him into private. She'd felt it instantly when she first saw him. Private, with this man, was dangerous. But she had to make him understand that she wasn't rejecting him. She had to explain why it couldn't happen. As dangerous as it was to take him inside, she had to.

"Come inside with me," she said. "We need to talk."

She didn't take his hand, though she itched to. She kept a respectable two or three feet from him as she led him to the front door. She was just reaching for the knob, when a distant "Yooo Hoooo" was called.

They turned to see Marian Wilson, scurrying toward them, a picnic basket on her arm.

Flossie waited, her heart sinking. But the picnic basket made her pause.

"I'm so glad you're home," said Marian as she hurried up, puffing slightly. "Nathan," she said, acknowledging him, but nothing more. She ignored him and turned to Flossie. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better," said Flossie, automatically. "The pains are mostly gone now, or just sore."

"Well, I wanted to check on you, and since I was coming I thought I'd bring along some leftovers from lunch. I hope you haven't eaten already. It seems the children have been out gallivanting about. None of them came home for lunch."

"Maybe that's why I'm hungry," said Nathan, putting just a toe in the verbal water.

"Well, I only brought enough for two," said his mother. "You missed lunch, young man. There's more in the ice box at home." Her hint that he should go there was clear.

"Okay, Mamma," he said, putting his hands in his pockets. He was plainly loath to leave, but he was also loathe to defy his mother.

She smiled. "I completely forgot. I made a chocolate cake this morning. Would you be so kind as to bring some with you when you come back?"

The relief on his face shone in his smile. "Yes Ma'am!" The tension he felt caused him to leap away, in a full out run.

Flossie was still wary. The woman had done nothing but be civil. Nathan really believed what he had told her, but she was also aware that intent, during a conversation, could be misunderstood, and she thought that's what had happened. In a way, she was glad his mother was here. Talking with her face to face would let her see the woman's eyes, and hands. Both of those things often said much more than mere words.

"You're too kind," said Flossie.

"Yes, I suppose I am," said Marian, the hint of a frown on her face. "But, events proceed, whether we're kind or not. Did he tell you yet?"

This was very direct. Flossie was not used to someone being quite this direct. It was also clear that she assumed Nathan HAD told her about their conversation at breakfast. That was the only thing she could be referring to. Suddenly Flossie realized that she was being evaluated, and not just as a teacher, or another adult, or even as a Negro. Marian's direct gaze and plain speech signified that she was looking for reaction in Flossie, and would evaluate every nuance of what was about to happen.

"Yes, he did. I must say I was somewhat taken aback." She frowned. "No. You have clearly indicated a willingness to be very direct with me, so I should be the same in return. I wasn't taken aback. I was astonished."

Marian smiled a tight smile. "No more than I was. I had been worrying about it for a while, but didn't actually mean to speak to him. I think it took us both by surprise."

"Surprise ... is not an adequate word, I think," said Flossie. "Do you want to come in, or shall we dine out here?"

"Dine," said Marian. "Such an elegant word, for a poor place like this." She waved her hand at the rest of the town, rather than at the squalid house she was being invited into. "Let's go inside. I'm already pushing things far beyond convention. I suppose it would be better if I weren't seen sitting outside with you."

Again, her forthright speech was almost unsettling, as she acknowledged what Flossie was just beginning to dare to hope for, and the social chasm that should demand exactly the opposite.

Flossie led her to the table and pulled out two chairs, side by side. Marian unpacked the basket, including two pieces of chocolate cake.

"Goodness me," she said calmly. "My memory must be fading with age."

"You always get what you want, don't you?" asked Flossie, smiling.

"Nearly," said Marian, not reacting to the gentle barb. "Sometimes it's a bit more of a challenge than at other times. I wanted to get out of Atlanta, for instance, but I surely didn't plan on landing in any place like Catfish Hollow."

She put a plate in front of each seat and waited for Flossie to sit before she did.

"Now, though, I suppose that was Providence. The Lord does work in mysterious ways. I can tell you that! He provides what we need ... want ... even when we don't know what that is ourselves."

Flossie decided on some plain speech of her own.

"How could you possibly want ... this?" she asked, hedging at the last second. Plain speech wasn't as easy as just deciding to do it.

Marian snorted. "I have no Earthly idea. It's crazy, pure and simple. There's no rhyme or reason to it that I can see." She picked up a piece of fried chicken with her fingers, but stopped with it halfway to her mouth.

"Do you love him?"

Flossie reeled. It was true! The woman knew! And she wasn't outraged, or threatening. She had brought lunch!

"I believe I do," she said softly.

"Just believe?" Marian bit into the chicken.

Flossie decided she could speak plainly after all, even if she couldn't eat anything to save her life right now.

"How could I let myself feel that?" she asked. "We both know it's wrong ... could only end in disaster."

"You're speaking common sense," said Marian after she chewed and swallowed. "We also both know that love doesn't have anything to do with common sense."

"How can I say that to you?" asked Flossie.

"Just tell me what's in your heart," said Marian. "Do you love him?"

"Yes!" gasped Flossie, forcing it out. She tensed as Marian put the chicken down and wiped her fingers on one of the linen napkins she had brought along. Her hand moved to Flossie's, which was in her lap.

"Then be happy," she said softly. "As happy as you can be. Finding any happiness at all is hard enough."

"But he's so young!" moaned Flossie. "And he's white, and even up North there will be people who will hate us!"

"Let me tell you a story," said Marian. "It will be short, because I expect the man we both love won't dilly dally around at home." She sat back in the chair, her plate forgotten.

"Harvey wasn't the first man I loved. There was another, named Phillip. His father worked with wood, though, which wasn't good enough for my father, and he forbade me from seeing Phillip. I was crushed. I even packed a bag to run away, but didn't have the courage. Then, months later, I met Harvey, who was apprenticed to a banker. That, my father could accept. It didn't matter how I felt about it. Don't take me wrong. I learned to love Harvey, and he gave me three wonderful children. I wouldn't have them, if it weren't for Harvey, because some of him is in each of them, and makes them who they are."

She sighed.

"But I still feel things for Phillip. I don't know what happened to him, but sometimes I long to have been with him all these years. It's silly, because there's no way to know how things would have turned out, but I still wish sometimes ..."

She frowned. "I punish myself for that. When it happens ... well ... I won't go into that, but it has made me a woman I do not always respect."

She leaned forward. "Don't put yourself in the same situation. Don't always wonder what it might have been like. Live it instead! That I don't understand it isn't important. That others won't approve isn't important. If you love him ... if you really love him ... then have the courage to do whatever it takes to cherish and hold that love."

Flossie sat, stunned.

"I have to ask you something," said Marian, taking her hand away.

"Anything," said Flossie, meaning it.

"Did you suggest writing to police departments just to get him away from here? To make it possible for the two of you to ...?"

The shock on Flossie's face answered for her, but she didn't know that.

"Mrs. Wilson, it was just a homework assignment. He was frustrated. They all were, wondering about their futures. I only intended that he explore things that he might not have thought about. I didn't feel anything at all for him then. I don't even know HOW I came to feel that way about him!"

"Thank you," said Marian. "Providence, I can accept. If you were trying to steal him from me ... I don't know how I'd react."

"I'm not stealing him from you," said Flossie urgently. "He loves you! He'll always be your son."

Marian's eyes filled up and she wiped at them with the napkin.

"That may not be possible ... not with him loving you." Tears spilled over her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I should go. He'll be back soon." She stood. "Perhaps he could bring the basket back."

"Must you leave?" begged Flossie. "If you need to talk ..."

Marian picked up the napkin, wiped her eyes once more, and then blew her nose into it. She folded it up and kept it in her hand.

"I would like that," she said. "But it would be too dangerous. I don't even know if I'll be able to see you again before Nathan ..."

She went to Flossie and hugged her fiercely.

"Go with him. Be happy with him. I won't be able to see my grandbabies, but have lots of them for me, please?"

She pushed back, and stepped toward the door.

"From now on, please call me Marian," she said. "In private, of course," she added.

Flossie didn't frown. It was a game they were both playing, and now it was a high stakes game.

"I'd like that, Marian," she said.

"Thank you." She turned to go, and when she reached the door she stopped again. "And please, if at all possible ... wait to start having those grandbabies until after you're married?"

With great dignity, she left, closing the door behind her.

Flossie was still sitting at the table, her food still untouched, when Nathan burst through the door. He was panting, and had a hand towel in his hanging in his hand. If there was cake in it, it was the worse for wear.

"I saw Mamma on my way back," he gasped. "She wouldn't tell me what happened. She said we ... you and I ... would have things to talk about."

"We do," said Flossie, her eyes shining.

Chapter 32

There wasn't much talk. Not initially anyway. When Flossie rose, proper Flossie had been banished into a place where she could no longer be heard. Wanton Flossie was all that was left. She took him straight to her bedroom. She began unbuttoning his shirt, smoothing it back off his shoulders, and drank in the view of his chest.

He tried to speak, but she shushed him each time. When he was down to his jeans, she took her dress off. She was wearing her bra this day, and she turned mutely to present the back to him, with its catch. There was a pause, as he realized what she wanted, and then he fumbled with it, learning about the hooks in the process. She unbuckled his belt, and undid the top button of his jeans, and then stepped back to bend over and step out of her panties.

Then she waited.

His eyes drank her in, and she felt proud that she could bring that look to his eyes. He licked his lips, and she felt like she could hear his heart beating in his chest ... faster and faster ... in time with her own.

He finally realized she was waiting for him, and he took off his shoes and socks, and then stepped out of his jeans. His jockey shorts bulged. She stepped forward and knelt to draw them down, to expose what she needed so desperately now. For the first time, she took the time to examine it. To touch it gently, and explore. It was magnificent. She could believe easily the pressure and pain she had felt. She hoped there wouldn't be as much this time. She no longer felt guilty ... no longer needed to punish herself. She felt free for the first time in her life.

She kissed it, this fabulous thing she was allowed to love, part of the man she was allowed to love. His sisters had done this. She wondered if she could banish their memory, and then decided that it didn't matter.

Nathan groaned as he watched his thick, white penis begin to slide between dark, wide lips. His hands went to her head. He was already about to lose it. "Flossie!" he gasped. While Bernie and Hildy loved his taste, he couldn't imagine a grown woman feeling the same way.

Her hands came to his buttocks and she squeezed them, taking him deeper. Then he saw her cheeks cave in as she sucked and began to pull off of him.

"Flossie!" he warned. "Oh Flossie!" he moaned, as he felt relief flash through his penis.

That her mouth was now full of fluid didn't seem to make any difference to her. Her mouth continued to slide up and down his length as he released all his semen. It made a mess of his penis, and the corners of her lips as it leaked out and began to run down her chin on both sides. Finally she pulled off of him, her lips pursed, a quizzical look on her face. She had felt this on her chest before, and it was warm, like she remembered. That it would happen she had accepted, not knowing what she would do when it did. Now, she sensed more of an odor of musk, rather than a taste. She swallowed for lack of anything else to do, and decided that had been the right thing to do. She felt it running down her chin and scooped it with two fingers up and into her mouth. His penis drooped in front of her. She was a mess anyway, so she took him in again to suck him clean. It felt completely different this time. There was resilience in the tube she sucked, rather than the feel of velvet-covered wood.

His hands lay lightly on her head still, as she looked up, his spend still clearly visible on her chin and lips. She remembered her shirt, lying on the floor next to them, and picked it up to wipe her face.

"Did I do that right?" she asked, looking up at him again.

She expected his face to show relief, or maybe the relaxed glow of happiness. What she saw, though, was something much more vigorous ... something hungry ... something dangerous.

"Yes," he said, breathing deeply. "And now there's something I want to do for you."

She stood to feel his hands grip her sides, and he lifted her like she was weightless. She let out a surprised yip as he swung her around and laid her back on the bed. His hands spread her legs apart, and before she was ready his face was between her thighs, his nose pressed against her curly hair. His lips fastened onto her clitoris and she practically swooned.

It was so fabulous that, when she came, she lost all control of her body and flopped like a rag doll, crying huge tears of happiness. When he didn't stop, and she realized he was going to force her to feel that again ... and that she could feel that again ... her desire was so great that it scared her and she tried to get away from him, her heels digging into the bed and her hands propelling her away from him. His hands went under her buttocks as they raised and he lifted her, dragging her back toward him, her feet dangling helplessly as he sucked and licked until she flopped again. His face stayed there, and she knew she would lose control of her mind if he did that again.'

"Pleeeease," she wailed.

Suddenly, it was gone. She lifted her head to see him standing, one hand slicking along his penis, which was again, wood and velvet.

"Is this what you want?" he huffed. The hungry look was still in his eyes. His face shone with her juices. "Is this what you're asking for?"

Had she been able to speak she would actually have said "No". She couldn't catch her breath. She needed time to recover. She couldn't even keep her head up, and it flopped back to the bed. She managed to get one hand up to wave him away, but he saw it as a gesture of welcome.

In a flash, he was on top of her, and before she could draw another breath it was pushing into her again.

He wasn't rough, exactly. He wasn't gentle, like the first time he had been on top either. His desire was to feel her all around him, and when he pushed in, he pushed in forcefully. Once he felt the heat all around him, he stopped, deep inside her, straining by instinct to get as deep as he could. His toes dug into the quilt, and he pushed hard, keeping the heat all the way to his balls. Quite by accident, when one of his toes lost traction, he slid sideways a little. That produced movement, which, along with the heat, was even better. It also crushed her clit, mashing it flat as his pubic bone slid across it. It was even more devastating than his lips had been, and she exploded into a third orgasm that forced a high keening "Eeeeeeee" from her lungs with the force of it. Her teeth ground together as her still sore lips stretched into a grimace of ecstasy. It was impossible to feel this good and not die, she thought, almost in terror.

But she didn't die. And when movement won out over deep heat, he stroked. Now he was gentle. The feel of her muscles pulling at him was exquisite to him, and he savored moving out, and then back in slowly. Her clit reformed, tall and proud that it was able to do so. She had a chance to compose herself, as his prick only brushed it, now and then as he moved within her.

She knew she wouldn't die, now. She knew that she could live through that again, if she had to. Burbling laughter seeped past her vocal chords as she realized "if she had to" was completely wrong. She suddenly couldn’t wait to feel that again, now that she had some breath back in her body. With that breath came strength, and her legs whipped up to slam down on the back of his thighs. Her arms went around him in an iron grip. She never wanted this to stop, and her hips began an instinctive rhythmic motion, going up to meet his inward thrust, trying to make her clit go flat again, and then falling away from him to get the strength to lurch upwards again.

She was so close, but she could only flatten her clit for that brief second that they slammed together. Her thrusts became harder, and her back arched under her. He sped up, his thrusts hitting her harder and she felt that orgasm ... just out of reach. When he slammed into her and stayed deep, she shrieked as she reached it, and every muscle in her body held him there as she felt his warmth flow into her belly. She couldn't decide whether she liked the orgasm, or that warmth he was giving her more.

Curtis Lee lay sprawled on wooden boards, leaves moving above him. He saw a white foot dangling off of a platform above him, and the toes and arches of two black feet protruding off the perpendicular edge of the wood. Moses was kneeling between Hilda Mae's thighs, he knew. He could hear the slurping. He felt his balls lurch one last time as Bernadette swallowed noisily, her mouth clamped around his prick. He felt like he couldn't move. This was the third time she'd done this, and he'd been completely amazed that he could give her what he wanted even twice.

She kissed her way up his belly, to his nipples, and then to his lips. She kept going, dropping one round breast, with its tiny brown nipple to the lips she had just kissed.

"One more, and I'll be happy," she breathed as he suckled her gently.

She got back into position, on top of him, and lowered her pussy down onto his limp penis. She had done this before, after he had licked and sucked her to her first two orgasms. He had already shot off once, but had gotten half hard again while she writhed under his lips. She had seen that, and squatted over him. He had watched as she spread her pussy lips, and settled down to rub her clitty languidly against the long, soft thing lying on his belly. He had become alarmed when he got fully stiff again, and she had rubbed herself to an orgasm, twice moving so far that the tip of his prick dug into her. But, after shuddering on top of him, she had only gone down to suck him dry again.

After resting, she had repeated the whole sequence.

Now she was trying to do it again. She rubbed, smiling, looking down into his eyes.

"It won't get hard again," he said.

"What good are you, then?" she teased.

"If you're not satisfied by now, I don't think I can satisfy you." He smiled tiredly.

"You could if it was way up inside me." She had a dreamy look on her face.

"You promised," he reminded her.

"I know," she said. She shuddered again, and he was amazed that she could get that exquisite feeling while she was talking to him. Her head hung. "A girl can dream, though, can't she?" she panted.

There was a high pitched keening sound from up above, and the white leg hanging over the platform waved in the air.

"Okay, okay, you can stop!" wailed Hilda Mae.

There was the sound of flesh striking flesh, and a credible imitation of Tarzan's yodel. Hilda Mae's tinkling laughter came after.

Nathan and Flossie lay limply, side by side on the bed. Their fingers, entwined, were all that touched each other.

"We can't do that any more," panted Flossie, grinning.

"Why not?" gasped Nathan. "I liked it. Didn't you like it?"

"If you do that to me again I'll have a whole litter of babies," she panted. "I promised your mother I'd wait to give her grandbabies until after we were married."

He exploded up and onto his side, his face over hers.

"You'll marry me?!" he panted.

"I have to now." She grinned. "My litter will need a pappa."

Nathan sobered. "You're not pregnant, really ... are you?"

She laughed. "I won't know for a while, but I think you're okay." She pushed him back down. "I can tell you one thing, though. If you keep doing that to me, I will be, and it will start showing long before we can get in front of a judge."

"You'll really marry me?" His voice sounded young.

"Yes, I'll marry you." she said softly.

She was astounded at his rejuvenative powers. At least this time, she convinced him to pull out of her and let her finish him with her mouth.

School started up again the next morning. The irony of the situation was lost on Flossie, because Nathan had not told her that the older children all knew about them. She strove to act professional, and was proud of Nathan when he acted like the same old Nathan. He didn't touch her and wasn't too casual with her. He addressed her as "Miss Flossie".

Part of the irony was that, because she didn't know that they knew, and acted normally, that helped them view her like they normally would have, even though they knew. Nathan wasn't acting any different, and the kids were used to acting like they didn't engage in wild, sexual almost-orgies on a weekly basis. Everybody but Flossie, and the younger children, of course, were acting their parts, and they stayed in character perfectly.

It was also somewhat ironic when Flossie found out Curtis Lee was also interested in becoming a police officer. She was elated, because it hit her that it was the perfect solution for an intelligent young man in his particular situation. He'd have a chance at a good life, and get out of Catfish Hollow, where he had no real future. That he was thinking about going WITH Nathan gave her pause. When she eventually joined Nathan, he would find out about them. She thought she might be able to explain it to him, particularly if he had a serious girlfriend by the time she got there. That, she could worry about later.

When she found out that her other three "older" male students were also determined to become policemen, and wanted to be sure that they would be accepted by "The Kansas City Metropolitan Police Department", she was suspicious at first. Then she decided that it was just ordinary hero worship. She felt a pang of regret that she wouldn’t be here to help them in the coming years, when they actually had to face the future. It looked pretty dismal for them too.

What she COULD do was teach them as much as possible before she left. It was entirely possible that she would be here one more year before the time would be right for her to join Nathan. It would be the hardest thing she'd ever done to be apart from him that long, but if she had Luthor, Moses and Jesse to get fully educated, she planned on losing herself in that, instead of moping about Nathan. She was determined that Bernadette and Hilda Mae would be ready for college too. They might not go, but they would be ready if she had her way.

Ruth Ann was late getting to school, and when she came in she looked unsettled.

"Miss Flossie, I have to leave school," she said, without preamble.

"What's happened?" Flossie said, full of concern.

"Lester Brown asked me to marry him," said the girl, her eyes wide.

Lester Brown was a forty year old sharecropper, with three children. His wife, Wanda, had died of some illness almost a year ago. No one knew what it was. Bo Tomkins, the self-trained doctor for Negroes in the area, had tried to break her fever, but she had wasted away.

"And you want to marry him?" asked Flossie.

Ruth Ann smiled shyly. "I like him," she said. "And I'm good with little ones," she added.

Flossie saw the girl's future, a future of hard work, and poverty, with too many mouths to feed, and aching muscles all the time. Lester was a decent man, though, and he would treat Ruth Ann well. Still, it punctuated, in her mind, that what Flossie was hoping for, and how vastly better that would be than what Ruth Ann faced, was worth whatever it took to bring it to pass.

"I'm sure you'll be very happy. I'm sad to lose you here, though. Can't you stay until graduation? It's only two months."

"He says he needs me now," said Ruth Ann. She stood taller. "He said I'm pretty."

And then she was gone. The students' mood was depressed. The little ones loved Ruth Ann, because she read to them, and helped them with their lessons. The older ones began to see that there was an end to school, and that the big wide world waited out there for them. Their dreams of gold couldn't make up for the fear of the unknown. Now, one of their own was gone into that unknown. It was unsettling.

At lunch, while Flossie was seeing the little ones off to home, there was a quick meeting of those left.

"I think I might want to buy something from Lester and Ruth Ann, when I come to visit my Mamma," said Curtis Lee. The others nodded.

Flossie only had two months left in the school year, and she made the most of it. She announced that she would be late to school the next day, and gave the older students the work for them to do with the younger ones until she got there. The next morning, she waited until she saw Harvey moving around inside the bank, and then went to visit Marian. She took a laundry basket with her so that if she was seen, people would only think she was earning extra money by doing white folk's laundry. No one would think a thing about that.

Marian was surprised when she opened the door, but then smiled and ushered Flossie in.

"I need to use your phone," said Flossie, nervously. "I need to find out if there's an entrance exam for the police department up in Kansas City."

Marian's eyebrows went up, and then relaxed.

"Of course!" she said, taking the laundry basket and putting it on a chair. "I should have thought of that."

It was Marian who made the call, and asked the questions. The woman she talked to was very polite, and very helpful. She even suggested that she send a copy of the test so that her son could study for it. Then Marian went into mother-mode, getting all the information about what Nathan would be responsible for when he got there, where he would stay, who he should see when he got there, and a dozen other questions that no one else had thought to ask. It turned out that the next academy class wouldn't start until early August. The entrance exam would be administered six times over a two week period before that. If that was passed, and the physical exam was passed, then a seat in the academy would be assigned. Until then, applicants were on their own for lodging and meals.

After a quick hug, Flossie took the laundry basket and walked back home. Then she walked to school.

Homework increased to the point that fishing and other excuses to get together had to slow down. The girls complained, until the boys reminded them that, if they became policemen, as planned, the girls might be invited to visit them in Kansas City. The complaints stopped.

Besides, they still had Saturdays.

Flossie started going fishing with them on Saturdays. That was mostly because it kept her and Nathan out of her house, where things tended to get out of control quickly. When they did engage in heated sex, Nathan didn't mind pulling out, and Flossie, by now, had found the same appreciation for his semen that his sisters had. A special treat was for them to take a bath together, like they had that first night. She loved to see his milky white sperm, dripping down her ebony skin. She found the same joy in using it as a lotion that Johnnie Sue did.

There were complaints, about her being there fishing with the rest of them, of course. They weren't made to Flossie, but to Nathan. Miss Flossie was cramping their style. Why didn't he take Miss Flossie off somewhere and make her too tired to want to keep fishing? Nathan handled it by taking her down stream, where they fished alone. He talked her into skinny-dipping once, reminding her that they were likely doing the same thing upstream. She giggled like a school girl at first, but they ended up in a torrid embrace, and she kissed him over and over in the water, suspended on the prick she loved until it erupted inside her. After that she wouldn't skinny dip any more.

Then she worried out loud to Nathan. What if the others were doing more than skinny-dipping? What if Johnnie Sue and her two blood brothers were doing things more dangerous than they had once observed? He finally had to tell her about the agreement. When she found out who Hilda Mae and Bernadette were partnered with, she almost fainted. She became almost hysterical until Nathan convinced her that they had entered into a pact, as a group, and that the future plans for becoming policemen was part of that agreement. He did not mention that the three girls had seen them making love.

What neither of them knew was that, while they were off alone, the "agreement" had been strained. Since Nathan hadn't been with them, control had ... slipped ... somewhat.

While he was assuring Flossie that intercourse was firmly banned, a remarkably similar sequence of events had happened on three separate platforms of the tree house.

On the main level, were Johnnie Sue and her blood brothers.

Two levels above them, were Hilda Mae and Moses.

Two levels above them, were Bernadette and Curtis Lee.

It wasn't surprising that things broke down first with Bernadette. She was engaged in one of her most favorite things, sliding her clitty along Curtis Lee's long, thin and very stiff penis. When she leaned forward and arched her back, it put her vaginal sheath in perfect alignment with the thing that suddenly slipped halfway inside her as she lurched backward.

She froze, and Curtis Lee lifted his head, his eyes and mouth wide open. Slim though he might be, his penis was still the size of three of her fingers, and it had spread her apart almost painfully. She reacted by pushing with her thighs, and they both watched as his prick was pulled upright, obviously planted inside her pussy. It gave a popping slurp as she continued to rise, and flopped down on his belly, whereupon it spurted like crazy.

Bernadette stared at the strings of white on his dark chest, and her head dropped to stare at her pussy lips, which gleamed wetly. To her credit, she immediately imagined all that thick white stuff up inside her, making babies right and left, and she scrambled off of him to sit down hard on the platform. "Oh my gosh!" she breathed.

Two levels below them, Moses lifted his face from between Hilda Mae's thighs. He had become used to rubbing his face dry on her stomach, before kissing his way up her body to her breasts, where he paused to make her pant as he serviced each nipple, and then went to her lips, which he loved kissing even more than the lips he had just left. She lifted her blond head to receive those kisses, but her orgasm had been too strong, and her neck muscles wouldn't support her. As her head began to fall back to the boards, he inched up to keep the kiss going, and his thoroughly hard penis nudged into her opening. She went "Mmmmm" into his mouth, and her hips gave a little lurch, and suddenly, the tip of Moses' prick was past the remains of her hymen, through lips that popped tightly around the shaft behind his glans.

They too froze, their eyes popping open to stare at each other. They too looked down to see a dark spear penetrating pink lips. In this case, it was Moses who moved, jerking his prick out as it erupted, sending a long stream of spunk up between her breasts, before sagging to make a mess of her light blond pubic hair. "Oh nooooo," moaned Moses.

On the main platform, it was no accident. Johnnie Sue had long loved the feel of warm semen on her skin. She was intent on honoring her agreement. She knew she was much too young to have a baby. She just didn't grasp all the technicalities and dangers of what she liked. She knew two things. She loved to rub slippery semen all over her breasts and nipples, and she loved to rub it into the hair and slippery lips between her legs. She might not be able to have a penis inside her, and to be fair to her, she didn't yet want one inside her. At least not like Bernadette did, and like Hilda Mae was beginning to. She was quite content with sucking her blood brothers, and swallowing their yummy spunk, and then, after they gave her lovely sharp orgasms, getting one more by feeling that spunk outside her body too.

At present, she had accomplished goals one and two, and was about to enjoy number three. Jesse was assigned to give her something slippery to rub onto her breasts, and Luthor was assigned to put it right next to her pussy. The boys played an unconscious game of trying to squirt at the same time, so that Johnnie Sue would be covered all at once. They were giving each other unconscious verbal cues ... little grunts and other sounds that they recognized preceded ejaculation. Johnnie Sue had found that it felt really good for her clitty to be rubbed with the tip of his penis while it was shooting all that warm slippery stuff, and Luthor was doing just that, nosing the tip of his prick around in her swampy opening, when Jesse painted her breasts. Luthor speeded up, to join Jesse, and sighed as, with the tip of his prick right in her opening, he squirted. He leaned forward just a little, not intentionally, and her pussy lips sealed around his fountain of sperm. She noticed the difference, because it felt warm and wet inside her, instead of on her pussy lips. Her hand went down to rub through his stuff, and bumped into his penis, knocking it out of her opening. He then painted her hand with two more spurts, which she happily rubbed into her pussy.

Again, he may as well have fucked her. She had one and a half full squirts inside her, and sperm were again swimming upstream, to enter her womb. She had no real concept of the millions of baby makers that were deep in her belly. How could they be way up there? He had shot them all with his penis outside her body.

This time, there was an egg waiting. It was penetrated, and began immediately to prepare to form two cells from the one. It had formed six cells, and was trying to attach to the wall of her uterus, when she sat up and climbed down the ladder to run back to the creek to wash off. There, water flowed up inside her and, when it drained back out, it carried the fertilized egg with it before it could attach and keep growing. Johnnie Sue had stepped into the water a healthy, technically pregnant fourteen year old. She stepped out a healthy, fourteen year old girl who had just lost a baby and didn't even know it.

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