White Brave by marmot In which Timmy is invited to Susie's house, and proves his love for her. ************ White Brave _Bear Valley Indian Reservation_ Fourteen year old Timmy strode past the big wooden sign, into the third of the valley that still belonged to its first inhabitants, the Bear People. The Bear were the only matriarchial Indian Tribe of which Timmy was aware, and their philosophy dominated the entire society in Bear Valley. Timmy walked past the modest houses and shops of the reservation, admiring how well kept everything was. "Everything's better with females in charge," his mind gave the popular saying in these parts a heavy irony. But he had to admit it was much more peaceful and orderly here than many stories he had heard about reservations Outside. Timmy came up to Saint Elaine's Church, which dominated the west end of the center meeting grounds. Rake in hand, Father Pete Torres was fighting with the wind for ownership of the last brown leaves of the late autumn. Timmy watched, a silent smile playing across his normally serious features. "You need something, my son, or do you just like watching an old man ruin his back?" "Sorry, Father. Could you direct me to Susie Bearclaw's place?" The old Jesuit leaned on his rake and looked him over. "You must be Timmy, her new beau. You know, you gave her an occasion to sin." "Um, sorry, Father." Timmy blushed. "Said you made her lose her temper," the priest went on. " 'Course that's kinda like making a porcupine lose a quill. If it were me, I'd give her a wide berth for a while." "That's going to be difficult, Father. She invited me to have dinner with her." "You are a brave lad! You know what happens when a bear invites you home for dinner?" "What?" "She don't have to go to the grocery store that day. Anyway, you want her, just go up Bear Trail on the other side of the field. Susie's probably waiting for you." "Thanks, Father!" Timmy hurried down the road around the field. "He thanks me yet. And he looked so smart." Smiling, the old priest returned to his labor. _Bear Trail_ Timmy walked into the twilight of the tree-lined road, anticipation building in him. The air was chill after the walk along the sunny field, but he was warmed with memories of last week in the Student Building. He'd had sex there often, as most kids did, but never with such single-minded devotion to any female. For hours, Susie was the center of his world. She never let his attention stray from her, and more specifically from pleasing her. By the time they were finally forced apart and made to go get some sleep by Sister Mary Catherine, the kids' chaperone for the night, Timmy was quite worn out, and found he wanted nothing more than to curl up in Susie's arms. He actually started crying as she got in the van to go home. He was next to useless that weekend and earned himself a spanking from his sister for daydreaming instead of helping fold clothes, and another from his mother for daydreaming instead of raking leaves, and yet another on monday from his history teacher for daydreaming instead of listening to her lecture. Paradoxically, it was Susie's invitation to supper, and the promise of sharing intimately with the amazon, that allowed him to think about other things besides last Friday night. This was fortunate, as his recent spankings still made walking a chore. The climb up the darkening path was painful on his behind, but the beautiful girl at the end of it was worth the discomfort. These thoughts consumed him all the way up the paved road to the Bearclaw house. The yard was big and shady and the house small but looked well cared for. And Susie was leaning against the porch, playing with her braids and singing wordlessly. She smiled brightly as Timmy came into the yard. "TJ!" "Hi, Susie!" Timmy's knees turned to jelly as the big girl pounded toward him. His heart fluttered excitedly as she picked him up in her powerful arms and swung him around, his penis swelled as she hugged him to her big tits. He melted in her embrace and eagerly returned her long, wet kiss. "So, little Susie, this is your big, strong boyfriend." A cheerful voice spoke from the porch. Susie's mother Margaret came down the stairs and over to the two children. Timmy gulped when he saw her; she was bigger than Susie, and looked much stronger. She was intimidating, even if she looked quite friendly. "No words of welcome for your pretty girlfriend's old mother, Timothy?" Timmy broke from Susie's embrace - actually she let him go, else he would still be in her strong arms - and waved to Susie's mother. "Hiyata, Mrs. Bearclaw." "HAY-ata," she corrected, advancing on the lad. "If you have designs on my daughter, best learn her language, boy." "Yes, ma'am," said Timmy worriedly. "I'm very sorry if I gave any offense. I meant to be respectful, not--" Timmy's apology was cut short as the woman's tanned arms wrapped around him and she kissed him hard. "There, there, Timothy." Holding the boy to her bosom, she turned to her daughter and smiled broadly. "You're right, Sue, he does talk too much. You're sure you want this scrawny child?" "Yeah, Momma." Susie nodded, blushing. "Timmy also blushed as the great woman let go of him and pinched his thin cheek. "You'll do, boy. If you respect my girl, and our ways." "I will, ma'am." Timmy started to say more, but the woman fairly shoved him into her daughter's waiting arms. "You two ... play together. I'm going to make some supper, in case you still want it later." That said, Margaret Bearclaw, mistress of her tribe, left her daughter alone with the white boy. Susie swept Timmy off his small feet and twirled him around again. He wrapped his arms around the girl's neck and, resting his head against her shoulder, closed his grey eyes. Timmy felt her lips against his own and kissed back. "I'm glad you came, wimp." "I said I would." Timmy looked at the girl, and felt like he was falling up into her dark brown eyes. "I always mean what I say." The young giantess set Timmy down. He felt his back against one of the big oaks in the yard. "I'm glad, TJ." She removed his glasses and put them in one of the pockets of her denim overalls. "Do you love me?" "Yeah. Yes I do, Susie." Timmy was embarrassed to have his statement tested like that. He was completely unprepared for the extent of her test. *whump!* Timmy doubled over as Susie suddenly, inexplicably punched him in the stomach. He exhaled sharply. Susie helped him up and looked down into his grey eyes. "Do you love me, TJ?" "Ow! What was that for?" "Just answer the question." "Yes I love you, Susie." *whump!* Susie's fist once more buried itself in the thin boy's white gut. He doubled over around her fist and nearly threw up. Susie lifted him back up and pinned his chest against the tree with one arm. "Still love me, TJ?" "Yes, Susie. I really do." *whump!* The boy's pale face flushed pink momentarily as the hydrostatic shock wave shot through him. He gasped and would have doubled over, but Susie kept her arm there, keeping him pinned. She waited until the wave passed over him. He was paler than ever. Tears trickled down his cheeks. "What about now, wimp?" "Y-es. L-love you," Timmy sobbed. Susie drew back for another blow and Timmy put his hand out to block her. "No, no more." The big girl, dried the tears from his eyes, held his gaze in hers. "Do you love me, Timothy?" He nodded. No matter what she did, that wouldn't change. "Would move your hand, please?" Her eyes looked so vulnerable; looking into them, Timmy felt almost protective of this ogress. Slowly, Timmy forced his hand down, exposed his tummy to more punishment by her. *whump!* It hurt, worse than before. Timmy stood there, propped up by her arm, weeping openly. "Do you love me, wimp?" Her voice sounded different, more tender, even though it felt like she was slowly killing him. "Uh--uh huh," he said between sobs. "I love you too!" Susie put her thick lips to his and gave him a hot, wet kiss. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. Even through a haze of pain, the pale boy returned her kiss eagerly. His tears made Susie's face wet. She looked radiant. *whump!* "ooow!" "Still love me?" TJ nodded wordlessly, returned her gentle kiss. Susie pressed her body gently against his and whispered how hot he was getting her. Asked if he was ready for more. He nodded again and braced himself. She kept him braced. *whump!* Susie was so impressed with her little brave. He could take it better than any of her brothers. Something inside her said that he was really very weak. That he was only still up because she was holding him up. She told that something to go fuck itself. *WHUMP!* TJ lost control then, sobbing quietly. Susie kept him pinned to the tree, once more pressing her plump body against his thin, trembling form, kissing his forhead tenderly. Waiting for him to get control of himself. "Do you love me, TJ?" "Love you, Susie!" Timmy breathed, the words barely audible. "Are you sure? I'm gonna hit you in the gut again. Are you sure?" "Yes," he mouthed. *WHUMP!* Timmy couldn't take anymore. He tried to tell her to stop, but didn't have strength for the words. His knees buckled and he fell into her arms. He saw her face framed by her long black braids, then his vision blurred and he passed out. He awoke feeling groggy, like he had just swum a hundred laps. He was laying on a sofa inside Susie's house. He was lying naked under a homemade quilt. He admired the blue and purple indian pattern on the white fabric. "Hey TJ! I was wondering if you were gonna sleep through supper!" Timmy started at the voice, and the touch, of his Indian girlfriend. "Hi, Susie." It hurt to speak, and he lay back. "How do you like my handiwork, wimp?" She knelt beside the sofa and ran her hands lightly along the quilt, drawing along the pattern with her fingers. "You made this yourself?" Timmy breathed. "I had my mom's help. Couldn't do this without it" With a flourish, the amazon swept back the quilt. Timmy's eyes widened, shocked at the sight of his belly, the bruises blue and purple against his white flesh. "And I couldn't have done this without your help." "Uh huh," Timmy breathed. He sought for something to say, to take attention off himself. "Um, You changed your clothes." Susie sat next to him on the sofa. She had changed out of her overalls and was wearing a gauzy white dress, with the same blue/violet pattern as the quilt. The gauze was thin and so soft against his tortured body. "Like it? I thought you might like dessert before supper." She lifted him from the sofa and set him ever so gently on the hard wooden floor. She covered his face with kisses, licked his neck. Admired his bruised little tummy. "You're such a brave little white boy!" "I'm so noble it hurts." She smiled down at him. "Still love me, TJ?" "Yeah. I love you, Susie." She covered his belly with gentle kisses. Timmy moaned from the pain. Smiling, the big, plump girl moved down a little and started kissing again. Timmy moaned again, from pleasure this time. She lingered there, smiling up at him between the long, wet kisses. "I love you, TJ!" She moved up to his head, lifted her dress and settled herself down on his face. Timmy lapped at her lovely sex, weakly but eagerly pleasing his indian princess. He panted with the exertion, but grew ever more ardent in worshipfully sucking at her clitoris, ever more passionately kissing her vagina, pushing his tongue in her as deeply as he could. Soon her sex was dripping with his saliva, and with her juices. She moved down atop him until her face was above his own. "I want you, TJ. I want you to come inside me." Timmy nodded wordlessly, returned her tender kiss, nodded again when she asked if he was ready. She squatted over him, impaled herself on his hard penis, fucked him with long, slow strokes. When he came, it was wonderful, but it made his stomach hurt so much. Susie lay on the floor next to TJ, holding the white boy to her big bosom, comforting him, telling him how brave he was, how proud she was to have him, how she was going to use him to make her babies. She didn't tell him how she couldn't wait for him to heal so she could test him again. She stood and helped the little boy to his unsteady feet. She covered her small, white brave with her quilt and gently led him to the kitchen. "Come on, TJ," Susie said. "Time to get you cleaned up. Mom's got supper ready."