Chapter 12

Gene’s status, vis-à-vis the other four women, was very tentative, initially. Betty liked him, but she did not know he was aware that Dan had let another man impregnate her. The other women were thrilled for Julie, in terms of her having a boyfriend. She told them not to call him that, but they thought of it that way. Those women were dealing with their own lives, though, and it was probably two months before Gene being around didn’t alter the conversation. Nobody talked about Bobby or Russell, so it didn’t matter if he and Julie were with one or more of the others. By this time they all knew about the twins growing in Betty’s belly and they were excited for her, with the reservation any woman would have who was contemplating going through her own labor and delivery.

There was the threat that things could blow up when Christmas arrived, because when the boys got back in town for the holiday break they told their parents they were going to hang out and catch up. When they got together they did spend a little while trading stories, and then the subject of women came up.

“Did you score with any girls?” asked Russell.

“No,” said Bobby. “They seemed kind of, I don’t know ... juvenile?”

“I know what you mean. The girls I met wanted to talk about their social media stuff. None of them really got me going, like the women in the card club always did.”

“It’s weird, knowing that we got them pregnant.”

“Yeah. Did you get a text from Sarah saying Julie got pregnant, too?”

“Yes. It gave me a boner, but I didn’t want to use it on any of the girls I met. Is something wrong with us?”

“I don’t think so,” said Bobby. “I think it’s like you’re used to having a nice, well-balanced meal and then when you get to college all that’s there seems like cookies, or something. A cookie would be nice, but only for dessert, you know?”

“I do,” said Russell. So ... do you want to go see them?”

“Of course I do. Who should we go see first?”

“Without warning them? I’d say Betty. She’ll catch us up on what’s going on with the others.”

And so it was that the first place they went was Betty’s. Dan opened the door and looked startled.

“Winter break,” said Bobby. “We wanted to surprise her.”

“Well, you will,” said Dan. “She may surprise you, too.”

They understood when they saw her. She was wearing sweats and they hugged her baby bump lovingly.

“Surprise!” said Russell, with a grin.

Betty squealed like she was fifteen instead of almost forty-one and came to hug and kiss the boys.

“Look what you did to me!” she yelped, standing back and pointing to her bulge. “And guess what! I’m going to have twins!”

“Wow,” said Bobby. “I knew we were supposed to make a baby but I had no idea we’d make two. We were supposed to do that, remember?”

“Of course you were, but now it’s becoming very ... present ... in our lives. Everything we do has to be planned around this getting in the way.” She cupped her belly.

“Can I see it?” asked Russell.

“You can already see it now,” she snorted.

“I meant without the shirt on,” he said.

Betty glanced at her husband, who simply nodded silently one time. When she took the shirt off, she took her bra off, too.

“See how you made my boobs swell up just like you made my tummy swell up?”

“Do they give milk, yet?” asked Bobby, licking his lips.

“No, silly. That won’t happen until I actually have the baby. You’ll have to go see Sarah for that.”

“So do you think we should?” asked Russell. “Go see them, I mean?”

“They’ll get voodoo dolls and cut the balls off of them if you don’t,” said Betty. “Come with me. There’s something I want to show you.”

She took them to her bedroom and smoothly pushed her sweat pants down and kicked them off. She wasn’t wearing panties. She lay on the bed and spread her legs.

“See? I shaved to get ready for the babies. Dan likes to lick it when it’s smooth like this. Look at the pussy lips one of you is going to make spread eight inches apart in five months – twice!”

Bobby turned to look at Dan, who had come with them. He had his hands in his pockets.

“I know some of the others were shaved back then. I wondered out loud what it would be like if she was like that and she did it for me. She says it’s for the baby, but I know she did it for me. I think she needs a reward. Don’t you?”

Fifteen minutes later Betty was moaning constantly as Russell prodded her pussy with his long, stiff dick and Bobby tried to get her breasts to give milk. She had what seemed like one long orgasm, but it was actually several that came in a row. When Russell came he groaned and panted, “Fuck this feels good. I missed this so much!”

Bobby said the same thing, but it was as he slid into her scorching, pregnant depths.

“I hope it was me who got you fat like this,” he grunted.

She slapped at his shoulder but it was ineffectual because she and Russell were swapping tongues.

When Bobby pulled out of her she lay there, limp and happy.

“I missed this, too,” she moaned.

“You look good like that,” said Dan.

“You always tell me I look good naked,” she said.

“I meant with gorgeous, pearly cum seeping out of you. That and your baby bump really make me wish I could get hard.”

She sat up.

“I’ll take care of you, Baby.” She looked at the boys. “Will you be able to come see me again while you’re on break?”

“If we can,” said Bobby. “Parents want a lot of our time.”

Russell didn’t mention that his sister wanted much of his time, too, or that this wasn’t the first time he’d ejaculated in a hot pussy since he got home.

“Call Julie, but don’t surprise her,” Betty said. “She’s got a boyfriend now and he has taken over what you guys were giving her.”

“Even though she’s pregnant?” Russell sounded amazed.

“She says some of it’s because she was pregnant. He has a thing for pregnant women. He tells her that after she has this baby, he wants to get her pregnant with the next one.”

“That’s awesome!” said Bobby. “She deserves to have a good guy in her life.”

“She might not want to ... um ... see you,” said Betty.

“That’s cool,” said Bobby. “I’d like to see her, but we can behave ourselves.”

“If you want me to, I’ll call her and tell her you’re in town. That way she won’t feel any pressure.”

“Great. Just tell her we’d like to see what she looks like. I bet she’s as beautiful as you are.” Bobby grinned.

“Get out. I already cheated on my husband with you. Don’t tempt me to do it again. I need to make love to him, now.”

Both young men grinned and blew her kisses. Before they left Betty informed them that Cathy, Trudy, and Sarah were living together in Cathy’s house.

Back in Bobby’s car they decided to get a bite and recharge before going to Cathy’s. It was possible they’d be detained for a significant amount of time, based on what Betty had told them. They had all said on multiple occasions that they missed the boys. A lot of that was because none of them had accepted the attention of a man, like Julie had. They would rather go without than deal with the pitfalls of a relationship with a man. That, of course, did not apply to the source of the sperm that had made all of them pregnant.

In fact, Sarah opened the door and screeched, having been alerted by Betty that they might get a visit.

“We did rock, paper, scissors and I won. I get you first!” she yipped. “Come in! We have so much to talk about!”

“You look good,” said Bobby, reaching to touch her bulge.

“We all look good, thanks to you two. Hurry. I’m dripping. I get you first!”

Cathy and Trudy were in Cathy’s bedroom, where they had gone because they knew that if they all tried to greet their lovers chaos would ensue. So they just took Sarah’s children and got out of sight. They both knew they’d get to spend time with a man in bed. In the meantime they offered to read stories to the children. There were shouts of approval from both kids, who left the room to go grab the books they wanted read. They did not see their mother, who was behind her bedroom door, already naked and already riding Bobby while Russell kissed her and drank from her milky breasts.

Six books had been read before there was a tap on the bedroom door and Russell opened it just enough to push his head through.

“Hi! Surprise!”

“It took you long enough!” growled Trudy. “She better have left some for us.”

He grinned, his teeth gleaming white in his dark face.

“Bobby was the only one who took care of her. I’m ready to go right now.”

Without a word the two women turned and did rock, paper, scissors again. Trudy won and clapped, happily.

“Don’t worry,” said Russell to a disappointed Cathy. “I happen to know he’s eager to see you. I am, too, but that will be later.”

“Okay,” said Cathy with a grin. “Boy, howdy have I missed this.”

“We did too. We’ve been saving it up for you.”

She turned back to the children. “One more book and then Auntie Cathy has to go do something and your mamma will read to you.”

That was fine with the children.

Trudy got up and went to the door. Before he could even close it behind her she had her arms around his neck and was kissing him.

“I missed you so much,” she moaned against his lips. “Did you really save up for us?”

“We did,” said Russell, sliding his body against her bump. “Neither one of us got interested in college girls. You five ruined that for us.”

Her hand went to the front of his pants and she squeezed the firm lump behind his zipper.

“This might have made me fat like this.”

“You’re not fat. You’re gorgeous. And I hope I’m the one who got you this way.”

“We’ll know in a few months,” said Trudy. “Now, I want you naked!”

“Not as much as I want you naked,” he countered.

She pulled him to her bedroom door.

Cathy had finished reading and the books were being gathered up in preparation for returning them to the bookcase where they belonged. The children were required to clean up after themselves because if they didn’t, the place would be a constant mess. Having been trained to do this by three women, the children didn’t see it as a chore. It was just a part of life. When she opened her door she jumped because Bobby was there.

“Hi,” he said, softly. “I missed you.” He grinned at the kids. “Boy, you two sure have grown a lot since the last time I saw you. I just talked to your mommy and she’s looking for you.”

They ran off and Bobby looked at Cathy. His eyes raked up and down and she felt her face get hot.

“How do you do that?” she asked.

“How do I do what?” he replied, innocently.

“How do you make me want to be a slut? When you looked at me just now it made me wish you could get me pregnant again!”

“Wait a couple of years and I’ll be happy to,” he said.

She reached to pull him into the room.

Like he had with Sarah, once Cathy was naked Bobby touched her all over and told her she was beautiful. This was not a ploy. He believed it. Had he and Gene met and been talking they would have had a lot in common if the subject of pregnant women came up.

Ten minutes later she had her first orgasm. She didn’t know it, but Trudy was having her second one at the same time.

And though both women would have said they’d never say it, when their lovers jetted into them they moaned, “I love you.”

Russell kissed Trudy and said, “You know you’re not supposed to.”

“I know. I just can’t help it. Don’t get a big head, though, because I love Bobby, too.”

“I get that,” said her black lover. “I love all five of you, too.”

In the other room Bobby kissed Cathy softly and said, “I love you, too. I can’t look at the girls at college without thinking about you.”

“I’m a cougar, Bobby,” she sighed. “I’ll be thirty-two a week before my due date. That’s thirteen years older than you. You need to learn how to love a girl your own age.”

“I guess I might if she looks like you,” he said. “I could imagine she’s your daughter.”

“That would mean I gave birth to her when I was twelve,” snorted Cathy.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to get boners for you. It’s possible I could get hard again.”

She gazed into his eyes.

“You mean if I blow you?”

“I recall you saying you liked blowing me.”

“I did, and I probably will enjoy it this time, too, but I’m going to want it in my pussy, so don’t cum in my mouth.”

“Deal,” he said.

The men had gotten to Cathy’s house at noon. It was six P.M. before they left. All three women had been serviced twice, not counting the foreplay involving getting their pregnant pussies sucked and licked, or the orgasms they had with fingers in them as their breasts were sucked or their lips were kissed.

Both young men faced some flak when they got home.

Neither set of parents thought it should take eight hours to “catch up.”

Later that night, when Teri tiptoed to her brother’s room wearing nothing other than a long T shirt, she found Russell reading ... and waiting for her.

“You went to see them, didn’t you?” she accused.

“Of course we did, but you can’t be jealous. You got your turn last night.”

“I get my turn every night,” she said, as she took the shirt off. Away from the dim reading light on his headboard she was difficult to see in the dark. On this night she wanted to be on top and it was while she was sitting upright, trying to get her brother’s prick to massage her cervix, that she said, “Will I get to do this with Bobby while you’re back?”

“I know he’d like to,” said Russell. “Every time we texted each other he asked me how you were doing. I think he likes you.”

“Of course he likes me,” she said. “You can’t do what he and I did and not like each other.”

“I mean he likes you,” said Russell. “He said in one text that if you decided to go to State he’d get a house and you could be roommates.”

“Mom and Dad would shit if I had a white boyfriend, even if it was Bobby,” she said, leaning forward to wiggle and rub. “Fuck I love this. If I don’t go to State can I come to college with you and we could live together?”

“I would so knock you up,” grunted Russell.

“A black baby would be better than a milk chocolate one,” she panted. “I’m gonna cum, Russ. I’m gonna cum hard on your beautiful black prick!”

“Quietly!” hissed Russell.

She covered her mouth with her hands.

So Russell reached to pull and squeeze her coal-black nipples.

He knew that would make her cum harder.

While the women would have loved to have the boys back at their beck and call again, and while the boys would have liked being at their beck and call, family took precedence over friendship and lust. One of the boys might have an hour he could sneak off and make love with, but those hours came in fits and starts. Russell had the distinct advantage because every night he could mount Teri and rut in her while both of them had delicious orgasms. Bobby didn’t get to do the same thing until New Year’s Eve, when Beaufort and Genevieve went to a party and their two children decided to stay home, or maybe find a party of their own to go to. Both were old enough that their parents didn’t worry about them. Neither parent would have dreamed that within two hours of leaving their “little girl” home, she would be naked, flat on her back, with her legs spread and a white boy between them, pounding her with his white prick in her black pussy.

She dreamed out loud about going to college at State and them having an apartment or little house together as roommates.

“We could do this every night,” she panted.

“I would so get you pregnant,” he grunted, almost exactly like her brother had.

“Not if I have my IUD in.”

“Teri, I would fuck you so much and cum in you so hard that no IUD in the world would be able to stand up to the punishment.”

“I thought we were making love,” she said.

“We are,” he said, going in deep to rub a little. “But if we lived together we’d make a baby.”

“You can just practice for now,” she said, wrapping her legs around his back. “Cum in me, Bobby. Squirt your love in me.”

He did.

When Russ fucked her later, he made his own prediction.

“If you keep doing this with us, you’re going to end up like all those women.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You’ll have a swollen belly and won’t know which one of us got you that way.”

“My IUD will be good for another four years,” she panted. “You can both try as hard as you want, then, but neither one of you will make me fat.”

“I love you, Baby Sister,” he groaned as he let his balls loose and flooded her with spunk.

“I love you, too, Big Brother,” she whined.

The boys could have called the women and found one to go be with as the new year started, but they didn’t.

They stayed with a seventeen-year-old girl and made love to her as often as either of them could get it up.

The winter break between semesters for the boys was loved by almost all the people involved in this story. “Almost” was used because Julie Tipper was ambivalent about it. She loved Gene and she believed he loved her but she had wanted to see her “gigolos” too. She didn’t even find out they were in town until all of her friends had “gigolo” semen in their vaginas, again. When she asked why they hadn’t told her sooner, they said they knew she’d want to “do something stupid and mess things up with Gene.”

When she had a chance to reflect on that she agreed with them, though she never admitted it out loud. Reflecting on it reminded her that Gene assumed her “gigolos” were white, and if she had Russell’s baby, there would “be some ‘splaining to do.” It was for that reason that when Gene came over to spend New Year’s Eve with her in a quiet, stay-at-home manner, she said, “Sex later ... I hope ... but we need to talk first.”

He grinned and jested, “Oh no! Don’t tell me I got you pregnant.”

“No,” she said, “but we need to talk about who did.”

“We’ve had this discussion. You know I don’t care about that. I told you I’ll love the baby and help you raise him.”

“I need to tell you everything before you make those kinds of promises,” she said.

“Okay, but you can’t tell me anything that will change my mind.” He frowned. “Unless you tell me one of them is HIV positive. I’d be pissed if you told me that.”

“Neither one of them has any sexual disease at all,” she said.

“Okay. Lay it on me.” He looked around. “Wait. Let’s do this in bed.”

“You might not want to be in bed with me after I tell you everything,” she said.

“All the more reason we should be cuddling when you tell me,” he said. “And cuddling is best done naked. It makes it more difficult to stomp out of the room if you’re having what we’ll just call an animated discussion.”

She wanted to do as he suggested. She wanted to be in his arms when she confessed all. But if he did leave her there alone, being naked would not help.

“One of the men who could have gotten me pregnant is black.”

There. She’d said it. It was out and it couldn’t be taken back.

“Hmmm,” was his response. It was so much like other “Hmmms” he had done in the past that it threw her off.

“Did you hear me?” she asked.

“I did. I’m interested in this and I’d like to talk about it but I don’t want you to be angry with me.”

“Why in the world would I be angry with you? I thought you would freak out and be mad at me.”

“That is among the things we could discuss. Again, though, I really believe this would best be dealt with while we were cuddling. How ‘bout it? Let’s get comfortable.”

“I’m confused,” she said.

“Look at me,” he said. He reached to hold her chin with his thumb and fingers and tugged gently until her face was a foot from his. “I am not running. You fascinate me and it will take the rest of our lives for me to really know you but I want to. The reason I said I didn’t want you to be angry with me is because I’ll probably use whatever you tell me in a book. I do not, however, want you to believe that the only reason I’m with you is to mine your life for plot ideas. I look at everything through author’s eyes. I can’t help but do that. At the same time I love being with you because of who you are. I love you for the person you are, not because of this or that thing about your life. Now. I would very much like to get you in bed, naked, so I can touch you and feel your bump and just be intimate with you while you tell me as much as you’re comfortable telling me. We’ve done just fine not discussing your gigolos so far. If you don’t want to tell me more than you just blurted out, then that’s fine, too. Please?”

She blinked and tears suddenly flooded her eyes. It was because he leaned forward and kissed each eye that she felt the tension break. His soft, “Don’t cry,” made her agree to his suggestion.

“Come with me,” she said.

In the bedroom she started disrobing. He stood there for a few seconds and then hurried to keep up with her. The sheets were cold, but they could warm each other.

It was not difficult to cuddle for that warmth.

Eventually he kissed her and said, “Okay, now tell me about how in the world you ended up choosing Russell Jackson to help you get pregnant.”

Julie had hyperventilated for a minute and Gene had to talk her down. Eventually she calmed and stared at him.

“You knew?”

“Not until you said what you said a few minutes ago.”

“But how? I didn’t tell you his name!”

“Sweetheart, I told you I get plot ideas from everywhere I look and everything I hear about. When I heard that the town fathers had hired a black man to be the Chief of Police in an all-white town, I wondered how that would turn out. And I paid attention to that. I’m aware that, other than our Chief of Police, there is only one other black man in town who could be potential father of your baby and that is his son. I know there are a few other black men in town, but three of them are Vietnam vets and in their seventies and the other two are married. Now I know you well enough to believe it wasn’t the Chief who helped you. That leaves his son. His son is named Russell. His wife is named Genevieve, a name I’m dying to use in a book. He also has a daughter a little younger than Russell. I have her name written down at home but I can’t remember it at this moment. Would it be okay if I got my penis in you while we talk? Just to soak. Not to try to cum.”

“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were some kind of alien who came to study humans,” she said. “Wow! This is not the reaction I expected.”

She lifted one leg and bent the knee to open herself. He scooted until he could nose between warm labia and then pushed gently. He felt the needed rush of lubricant appear in her vagina and got as deep in her as he could. This meant his face had to be farther away for him to be comfortable.

“I can kiss you later. I love being intimate with you like this while we talk.”

“I love you so much,” she suddenly sobbed.

“Calm down,” he said, wiping at a tear on her cheek with his thumb. “I’m wooing you so that in a year or so I can get my penis where it is right now and put my baby in your womb, where Russell’s baby is currently. I’m doing all this for me. I’m seducing you and plan to use you for my pleasure for perhaps years!” He smiled.

“Can I please cum from you making love to me first? I’ll tell you everything after that.”

“Be right back,” he said. “Prepare to have a doozy. I might actually swallow your clitoris.”

He pulled out of her and scooted under the covers as she rolled to her back and spread her legs.

He went in and did his best to blow her mind with his lips and tongue.

“So that’s how it all happened,” Julie sighed. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to know that Gene now knew everything and was still lying in bed with her. He hadn’t gotten up, enraged, and stomped out. He hadn’t even said she was a slut. Her relief was palpable and she realized her upbringing had affected her much more than she had believed.

Her father, thankfully long-dead, would have called her a nigger-lover and kicked her out on the street with only the clothes on her back if he’d ever found out she’d had sex with a black man. He’d been born in Mississippi and the worst slur or derogatory term he could think of was “nigger-lover.” In his eyes that term was ten times worse than being black. He had come north to get a job in an automotive plant and found himself working on equal status with black men, which had practically unhinged him. Julie had gone to school with black kids and couldn’t understand why her daddy hated them so much. He had hit her mother, too, and by the time she was fifteen she had already decided that whatever he believed, she would believe the opposite. He had died of a heart attack when she was a senior. Her mother had moved her daughter to Pine Bluffs to get away from the stink of the city, only to succumb to undiagnosed ovarian cancer a year later.

By the time Julie met Bobby and then Russell, she was one of the bosses at Taco Bell and was actually pretty well paid. Meeting Russell had simply been a return, of sorts, to her early high school days when she knew lots of black kids. She never invited one to her house, of course, but she was friends with some of them at school, especially the girls who were heavy, like her. Back then (and since then, for the most part) being heavy was more of a disadvantage than being black, at least from her perspective.

And then there was the fact that Russell, purely by happenstance, was the kind of human being who had the capacity to care for, and then love, others, even if one of them was a chunky white woman who let him spend his virginity in her pussy. How that all evolved into a situation where she welcomed his seed in her womb, to create life, was still something she didn’t try to analyze. She had spent much more time in self-analysis since meeting Gene than she ever did while letting Bobby and Russell fuck her socks off.

“And neither of these young men knew you were pregnant when they left for college?”

She shook her head. “They knew about the others, but not me. Everybody thought I had just missed out.”

“Have any of the women kept in touch with them?”

“I think Betty gets texts, or maybe emails from Bobby. Nobody else has mentioned anything about them except that they miss them.”

“And do you miss them?”

Julie stared into his eyes.

“I did,” she said, softly.

“But not now?”

“That’s complicated. Those guys made me feel normal, like I thought other women got to feel. It’s hard to explain how much it meant to me that they would spend time with me, just talking, like this.”

“This” involved Gene being inside her again, just soaking in her pussy after she came hard on his lips and tongue.

“And then there’s the baby and all. I don’t even know which one is the father, and it just depends on how I feel each day, whether I hope it’s Bobby’s or Russell’s.”

“I think of it as mine,” said Gene. “I know you don’t and I’m not trying to be pushy. That’s just how I think of it until I actually think about it, if you know what I mean.”

“I do. I used to think about them all the time, but since I met you I don’t do that anymore. They’re in town for the holidays, in fact, and I haven’t even talked to them.”

“So neither of them has ever been able to do this.” Gene stroked her swollen belly.

“No,” she said.

“Hmmm,” he replied.

“Would you stop doing that?” she moaned.

“What?”

“Going ‘Hmmm’ like that. Whenever you do that I know you’re going to do something that will turn my world upside down again!”

“Sweetheart, I’m not the one who had sex with two high school boys and got pregnant,” he pointed out. “That’s what turned your life upside down.”

“No, you did,” she argued. “I was fat, dumb, and happy being pregnant and then you came along and I found out someone could love me like I never thought anybody would ever love me. And every time I told you something that I was sure would make you run away, you didn’t. Don’t get me wrong. I’m delighted you didn’t but it still feels like I fell out of the raft and am directly in the rapids.”

“I’m going to assume that the other women have seen them while they are home,” said Gene. Julie nodded.

“They didn’t tell me Bobby and Russell were here because they said they were afraid I’d do something stupid and screw things up with you.”

“Do something stupid?” He frowned. “Like go to bed with them again?”

Julie nodded.

“Do you want to sleep with them again?”

“No,” she said, instantly. She blinked. “That’s hard. Until I met you they were the only men I was intimate with or even close to.”

“I understand,” he said.