Chapter 50: Once the Heatwave Broke...

Once the heatwave broke, Jonny LeBlank opened the school again. His one edict — the boys had to wear underpants; the girls, panties or a thong — didn’t meet any resistance. The kids were happy to have their regular routine back, happy to see their friends again.

Although there was no formal requirement for those mothers who dropped off children in their Jon boat, they too covered their pussies. As before, many of them still went on to Cunts Corner for a shampoo and pussy touchup. That had become a welcome habit, ingrained into their routines.

But the return to at least a minimal amount of clothing signaled, they hoped, a return to a way of life that had had been altered by the unrelenting heat. Clothes at school, most mothers hoped, would encourage clothes at home.

Willa and Henri also returned to school. While everyone knew about Henri and his mother, no one mentioned it. And certainly no one teased him about sucking his mother’s tits. There was a bayou-wide understanding and acceptance of all things sexual. So long as they were mutually consensual.

Plus, no one wanted to encounter Willa’s rage if they picked on Henri.

In fact, many of the boys were envious, admiring even. And the girls ... little Henri was so sweet they wouldn’t have dreamed of criticizing him. A couple of them approached Willa, offering to let her brother suckle at their own bosoms.

“If, you know, he misses it during the day.”

Willa thanked them and said she’d think about it.

In a few cases, the admiration that many boys felt for Henri — admiration tinged with a bit of envy — resulted in requests at home for some of the same. A request most moms shot down immediately.

A few boys did ask, however. Some shyly, some boldly.

One young mama, Marti Bastarache, ended up giving in. For a while. She told her girlfriends, “I was, you know, already jerking Pierre off at bedtime.”

Nods all around. Marti had never tried to hide the fact; it was just a pragmatic decision designed to keep the boy from bothering his younger sisters at night.

“So he pesters me and pesters me, begging me to give him a Toni.”

More sympathetic nods. Her girlfriends had kids of their own; they understood the needs and desires of adolescents.

“So the other night I’m in a good mood, me. Richard is gonna sneak out, come pay me a visit. You know, while Bobby is out on that fishing boat.”

More nods. Richard LaFleur was well known throughout the bayous for his bedroom prowess. The fact that he was her husband’s brother didn’t dampen Marti’s enthusiasm in the least. Richard was one pussy-licking devil with a nice cock to boot.

“So anyway, Pierre catches me at, you know, jess the right time. I tell him okay, we try it out one time. Wait ‘til his sisters are asleep.” Marti hefted her breasts, “I figure I’m gonna jerk him off anyway, may as well see what it feels like, give him a, you know, give him a Toni.”

While her girlfriends didn’t masturbate their own sons, they all knew a couple of other women besides Marti who did. And they understood that giving a domestic handjob was a chore, not a thrill to most of the mothers.

“So anyway, my girls is asleep; I’m waiting for Richard, Pierre is staring at my boobs.” Shrug, “So I let him.

Cathy Mouton said, “So why’d you stop, chère?”

Another shrug, “I let him suck my boobs, four, five nights, but ... the little fucker was turning me on. Got me wet.”

“Oh.”

“Now I don’ mind, me, that Toni likes it. But I don’ wanna get myself in that way, no thank you, ma’am.”

Cathy nodded, “Cause Pierre ain’t like that sweet little Henri Fournier, non.”

Martin. nodded, “My little fucker knew, he could tell how much I liked it.”

Grin, “And?”

“He tried to slide his hand down inside my thong.” Rueful smile, “I almost let him, me. Then I come to and slap his face, hard too.”

“Well, you safer jess jerking him off.”

“Yeah, that’s how I see it, me.”

As for Toni ... Willa still let her have Henri first thing in the morning. She needed that wake-up cum. Yes, Toni felt a twinge of regret as she watched Willa pilot their little boat away, taking Henri away for several hours. But Willa often had scheduled one of Toni’s lovers to come by later that day. And then, at bedtime, she could have Henri one more time.

Toni knew that it was ... odd how hard she came just from having little Henri suck her nipples. Harder than when she was getting fucked. But Toni didn’t dwell on it. Life went on — work needed doing, food needed gathering, clothes needed mending.

She made a conscious effort not to think about when Henri was older. When Willa would decide it was time to marry him off. No, Toni was basically a happy person; she just concentrated on her morning and evening bliss — the hardest she had ever cum.

As long as Willa continued to let her have that, she’d be okay.

For the first time in the 100-plus years that Sausalito had celebrated its most significant residents, one was chosen to be both Business Person of the Year and Citizen of the Year.

No one was surprised when Kate Broussard was unanimously selected for both awards by a grateful City Council.

A prominent presence, an honest taxpayer, and, she had handed over the largest single contribution in the history of Sausalito General Hospital.

The mayor, Gigi Fontenot, presented both handsome plaques in ceremonies a month apart. Kate was featured in the _Sausalito Chronicle and interviewed on Shannon Says_.

Eulalie Guidry, who had initiated the nominating process from afar, told Kate, “Think how far you and Miss Kitty’s have come. The churches wanted to close you down. Now they’re praising you from the pulpits.”

Kate was, indeed, pleased with the progress, “I figure I can do pretty much whatever I want at Miss Kitty’s now.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m thinking about the Calendar Girls. Maybe having a couple of them put on a special show late on a Friday night.”

“Have fun with ‘em.”

“Yeah, I got ‘em slutted up real good.”

As Honey climbed the steps of the Cajun Arms, she was amusing herself, fantasizing about which boy would fuck her first — Alain or Hawk. When Slim Hebert opened the door, Honey was frozen in shock for just a moment, “Oh!”

She stared at the tall, slender, sexy, naked girl and then burst into delighted laughter, “You!”

“Me.”

Honey was ravenous, greedy, couldn’t get enough. Slim didn’t tease her, didn’t toy with her. She left herself open, gave her body freely to Honey. Who attacked with her fingers, lips, tongue. She devoured Slim with a passion that far eclipsed anything she’d ever felt with Velma.

Honey was the aggressor, driven by an almost insatiable hunger. She licked and probed Slim fore and aft, tasting and savoring and salivating and giddy with pleasure.

When they had showered and walked down to their rides, Slim kissed her deeply and said, “Until next time, my love. Until next time.”

Cathy Mouton could tell instantly that something was up. She and her best pal, Marti Bastarache, had just dropped their kids off at school and were enjoying a breakfast beer at Cunts Corner.

Francine and Swallow were touching up their pussies. It was, finally, cool enough that Sinéad had turned off the Bayou Bar misters.

The two friends — Cathy skinny and Marti plump — lay side by side holding hands. Cathy squeezed, “What?”

Big sigh, “Oh fuck. Pierre got to begging me for it again last night.”

Cathy understood. ‘It’ — sucking his mama’s boobs. “Oh, babe.”

Marti obviously felt the need to explain, to rationalize. “My girls is long asleep. Bobby out on that fucking fishing boat.”

Cathy gave her another squeeze. Sympathy, understanding. A dark night in the bayous. A horny boy. A horny naked boy once his little sisters went to sleep. Husband gone. And a woman who had needs her own damn self.

“So I say okay. But, Cath, before I let him, I pull on some shorts? Over my thong?”

“Good thinking, Marti.”

Francine and Swallow washed away the shaving lotion and were applying moisturizer to the girls’ pussies.

“So I figure, I’m gonna jack him off anyway, why not give him a Toni, like, you know, a special treat?”

Another squeeze. She understood her friend was rationalizing.

Marti paused for several moments, gathering her thoughts. All that came out was, “Anyway.”

Cathy’s voice was commiserating, compassionate, “He got you all hot an’ bothered again.”

Nod.

“At least you had on them shorts.”

“Well.”

“Marti!”

“No, no, I didn’t let him take ‘em off, me.”

“But?”

Redder face, “He sorta reached down an’ ... you know, with his fingers ... you know.”

“Aw, babe, he got you off, didn’t he?”

“Yes ma’am. But jess once. Then I pushed his hand away.”

“Well. That’s not so bad. No, that’s not so bad at all.”

Cathy tried to picture the scene. “Then what? I mean did you ... uh, finish him off?” Give him his bedtime handjob.

Martie looked startled, “Acourse. I mean I couldn’t leave him like that, wouldn’t be right.”

Both women lay there in the morning sun, holding hands, sipping Dixie, thinking about Marti’s plight. Francine and Swallow were giving them neck and shoulder massages.

Cathy, “So, what’s next?”

“This morning my girls are doin’ the breakfast dishes. He comes up behind me, reaches under my shirt, starts playing with my nipples. Like they belong to him now.”

Cathy knew her friend so well. Knew that Marti had allowed it because she had to have been enjoying it. “Well, long as your girls wasn’t watching.”

“Yeah. I guess.” Then, “Maybe I should make a law — he cain’t touch me, they in the same room.”

“Maybe.”

Kate summoned Honey Calhoun to her office. It was around noon and two new dancers still had their tops on. The usual daytime crowd — local merchants and retirees.

Honey smiled; she had very fond memories of that stage. She climbed the steps and knocked on the door.

Kate got right to it, “You stand out among the Calendar Girls. You’re a Yankee for one thing. Blonde. Tall.”

“Okay.”

“Not this Friday night, but the next one, I’m going to feature you and another girl after the last set.”

Honey’s reaction wasn’t about performing in front of grownups — a few of whom would know her. It wasn’t about Cliff’s reaction. Nor what her own children might think.

“Did you clear it with Slim?”

“Of course.”

“Oh, good. So, tell me about it.”

“I’m going to start featuring one live sex show a week. You’ll be my first girl.”

“With Velma?”

“No, with Missy Aubert.” Kate slid a nude photo across her desk.

Honey stared, “God, how old is she, eight?” Then, “Does Slim know?”

Kate smiled, “Yes, Slim knows. And approves. No, Missy is 14. She doesn’t look it, and that’s precisely the point. She’s the youngest-looking of all my Sunday morning dancers. And, one of the gutsiest.”

Honey’s mind raced through the implications. Even at 14, the girl was underage. Kate had said ‘sex show’. In front of a live audience. But overriding all of those thoughts was: _Slim._

Honey scrolled through her calendar. “Fuck, Cliff will be home.”

“No, I arranged for Collins Trucking to change his schedule. He’ll be on the Memphis run that weekend.”

“Good.” Honey picked up the photo. Missy was smiling a devilish smile, looking directly at the camera. She was posed on her toes like a ballet dancer, with her other foot raised to the top of the pole. Vertical splits with her tiny pussy a barely visible slit. No boobs yet, a perfectly flat chest.

Kate smiled, “Jailbait personified.”

Honey spoke admiringly, ‘I’ll say.” Then, curious, she asked, “Has Slim had her yet?”

“No. Missy’s done a little light fooling around with another little girl, but you’ll be taking her cherry. And I told her no more messing around with her girlfriends.”

“Do I get to practice with her?”

“No, I want her first time to be up on my stage. In front of a live audience.”

Honey continued staring at the photo. She had some serious doubts that the girl was really 14. But ... Slim.

At Cunts Corner, Felicity and Swallow had moved on to the next two customers. Who, as it turned out, were city girls. Sinéad was pleased that her client base was expanding.

Marti and Cathy decided to have a second Dixie. It was so pleasant lying out there in the morning sun with a light, slightly cool breeze blowing. They held hands as they continued their discussion.

Cathy spoke softly, “So what about tonight, chère?”

“Panties, shorts, an’ slacks, me.”

Which confirmed what Cathy had suspected — Pierre would be sucking. breasts again tonight. “Well, make sure them girls is sound asleep.”

Marti nodded vigorously, “Oh, I will. And I’m tellin’ him — keep them paws to yourself.”

“Marti.”

“Well, I am.”

Cathy tickled Marti’s palm with her middle finger. A childhood signal that they were talking about sex. Marti sighed. They sipped, enjoying the sun, both thinking about Pierre. And Marti’s tits. Finally Cathy broke the silence, “Try to keep your panties on. If you can.”

Marti sighed again, “I used to think Toni was a little, I dunno ... weird. I mean I let a lot of boys, an’ a few girls suck my tits over the years.”

“But that was jess a warmup.”

“Yeah, but last night...”

“Got you more than warm.”

“Cath, he made me cum, Pierre.” She lowered her voice, “An I spread my thighs for him, me.”

“At least it wasn’t bare pussy.”

“Non.”

Honey drove from Miss Kitty’s to John Lee Hooker Middle School. Went straight to the library and was handed the current yearbook. Well. Missy Aubert was indeed 14. She looked a bit older wearing clothes.

In a way, part of Honey was disappointed that the girl was even that old. Honey figured that since she was going to be breaking the law anyway, it might have been even more naughty to do an 8-year-old. Actually, what Honey was thinking was that Slim might be more pleased with her.

But Slim had given Kate the nod, so Missy Aubert and Honey Calhoun would put on a late-night sex show. The middle schooler and the Calendar Girl.

Cathy had a sudden inspiration. She set her beer down and sat up, “Marti, you want, I could come by tonight. Be there when Pierre ... you know...”

Cathy had seen her best friend masturbate Pierre a few times. Marti had been topless then too. Who hadn’t in that fucking heat wave?

Martie said, “Yeah! He’ll keep his hands to himself, that boy. Wait, what about Petey?”

“Oh, I’ll jess blow him after supper. Hell, maybe I’ll spend the night, your place; he won’t care once he cums.”