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Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter IX (mf, mF, mc, preg)
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The Feel

By:  Dark Paladin

Chapter IX

Michelle shifted in her seat. It was another
Volkeswagon Beetle, only this time a new one, not the
old rusted one. It were the same people, her two best
friends and Steve, the nice guy who had driven all of
them home.

Only this time, things were different. They were all
going to Steve's house - Michelle had even called her
parents to tell her that she would be at Nicole's, and
Nicole had forwarded her personal phone to ring at
Steve's place. Butterflies still swam in her stomach
as she thought about what her parents would say if
they knew the truth. What if they went to Nicole's
house for some reason? What if they called, and Nicole
didn't get her phone in time - or if Steve answered it
by accident? What if-

<i>Stop it,</i> she told herself firmly. It wasn't
like they were doing anything <i>really</i> wrong -
they weren't going to drink or smoke. Amanda and
Nicole said they just wanted to spend some time
watching movies and swimming at Steve's new house. The
girls were going to spend the night - but Amanda and
Nicole promised that Steve would be a perfect
gentlemen. "We'll skin him alive if he doesn't,"
Amanda said with a grin.

The two girls had sat down and talked to Michelle
about the real situation. Amanda had even apologized
for deceiving her for so long. "I mean, how would
anyone understand?" She told her friend. "Here's the
real deal: Nicole and I both are really attracted to
Steve. And the bastard is no noble, he won't ask
either one of us out, because he doesn't want to hurt
the other's feelings."

Michelle's head had become stuck in gear as she heard
this. "So - what? The two of you are hanging around
him until he chooses one?" She looked at Nicole. "I
remember you telling me that Micheal had asked you out
a week ago, and you turned him down. Is this why?"
Micheal was one of the school's more popular kids. He
was on the basketball team, was actually a nice guy,
and was pretty good looking.

Nicole shrugged. "Well - kind of." She squirmed in her
seat. "I told you she wouldn't understand," she said
to Amanda.

"No - I kind of do," Michelle said. There was
something different about Steve, especially after his
father dying. For a moment she realized it was the
same night that Steve had taken the girls home from
the basketball game, the night she found herself so
turned on she actually masturbated in the back seat of
his car. She felt her face flush a little at the
memory.

Steve was still Steve - the nice guy who was
intelligent, well spoken, could turn a quick phrase,
the guy you could take your troubles too. She
remembered talking to him some time ago about a guy in
school who just wouldn't leave her alone, always
asking her out. A week later, that guy had found
himself a new girlfriend - and never bothered Michelle
again.

But now, there was more. He was more confident. She
had heard that he actually got into a shouting match
with a teacher because she was picking on one of her
students. When the teacher had threatened to call his
parents, Steve told her to go ahead - how they would
love to hear how the teacher was berating her
students.

The teacher backed down.

The change bothered Michelle most of all was that
every time she was around him, she felt - well, horny.
He was still the perfect gentleman. He never touched
her, not even on the arm, but when he was close, her
clit would start to throb. Plenty of boys and some of
the teachers would find themselves looking down at her
breasts instead of at her. Steve never did - he always
looked her right in the eye, but she could feel her
nipples start to harden whenever he was around her. It
was disconcerting - and perhaps would explain why
Nicole and Amanda were both vying for his attention.

Steve seemed to take it all in stride. He was just as
polite to Amanda and Nicole, never letting on that two
of the best looking girls in school wanted to date
him. He didn't strut, or crow, or do any of other
stupid things that boys did. Michelle remembered when
Daryl Morgan had gotten a feel of Nicole's breast (by
accident - he had tripped into her, or so he claimed),
but according to the rumor mill he hadn't shut up for
a week over it.

"So what kind of pool do you have?" Nicole asked.
Steve looked into the rear view mirror at her as he
shifted gears. Nicole's hands were on the back of his
seat as she leaned forward, held back by the seat
belt.

"A wet one," Steve said with a wry glance.

"Oh, thank goodness," Michelle quipped. "I was worried
we'd be seeing Nicole do a swan dive into an empty
pool."

"Harsh," Steve chuckled. He reached back a hand,
patting Nicole on the head. "Don't worry, my dear. The
pool isn't Olympic size or anything, but there's more
than enough room for the three of us. There's even a
hot tub if we want to use it - and in this November
weather, that's not a bad idea." The night's had
become crisp - October brought ice, and while it
hadn't started to snow yet, it was only a matter of
time.

Michelle shifted in her seat again. She was feeling
those tendrils of arousal she always felt around
Steve. Her slit was feeling warm, as if impossibly
soft fingers were touching her vaginal lips, every so
often dipping further inside. Dewdrop of her own
arousal were starting to wet her panty liner, and she
was glad she had put it in. She didn't need an entire
tampon - her period was at least a couple of weeks
away, but the last thing she wanted was another pair
of wet panties to embarrass her while she was changing
with her friends.

Steve turned a corner, then pulled up into a driveway.
At the touch of a button, the garage door opened, and
he slid his car inside. The garage doors came down
behind them, and for a split second, the four teens
were drenched in darkness.

Michelle's fingernails dug into her skirt as she felt
her entire body grow warm with arousal - her nipples
felt flushed, her clit throbbed in need. Then Steve
opened his door, and the car door lights came on.
"Don't worry about the door, Amanda," he said, pulling
the seat forward. "Give me a moment to help Nicole out
and I'll get your door." He extended a hand to Nicole,
helping her out of the car.

Michelle sat and waited as Steve crossed to the other
side of the car, feeling her pussy flutter as she
caught his backside. He did have a nice butt - all
that wrestling must have paid off. He opened Amanda's
door, helping her out, then reached back a hand to
Michelle.

When their hands touched, her breasts felt a flush of
pleasant sensation, like the softest touch of a warm
tongue sliding around her nipples. She pulled herself
up, nearly colliding into him, her face inches from
his.

"Let me pop the trunk," Steve said, pulling her to one
side and closing the car door behind her. He touched a
button on his key, and the trunk made a popping noise.
Well, of course it did - he did say he was about to
pop it, didn't he?

The three girls grabbed their bags. They had each
stopped by their house, while Steve had waited at
school while they packed. Amanda had said that was the
best idea, just in case their parents wondered why
some guy was driving them about.

"Hey, let me give you guys the quick tour," Steve told
them. The house was fairly modest - a bedroom for
Steve and his mother, some other rooms like a computer
room with a teenage boys standard accessories
(Playstation 2, and so on), along with a bookshelf
full of books. "Crammed" was more like it - plenty of
science fiction and history and literature and - well,
pretty much everything.

"Have you read all of these?" Michelle asked him, her
fingers tracing the titles.

"Well, not yet," Steve said. He pointed at Ulysses. "I
keep hearing that's a good one, but every time I get
passed Chapter 1, I fall asleep."

"I have that same problem with 'The Portrait of a
Lady'," Michelle said.

"The Nicole Kidman movie?" Nicole gushed. "Are you
kidding? I thought she was great in it." Michelle
caught Steve's eye, the two of them sharing a secret
smirk.

"Why not just see the movie version?" Amanda said.

"You get something out of the book you don't see in
the movie," Michelle explained. She picked up a copy
of Les Miserables. "Oh, I love this book - hey, is
this the unabridged version? I haven't read that one
yet."

"Take it," Steve said. "The big difference is in the
unabridged version, they keep in Hugo's talk about
things like Waterloo and -"

"I think we should leave these two alone for a
second," Amanda muttered to Nicole. "I have to
tinkle."

Steve threw up his hands in mock despair. "Oh, just
<i>excuse me</i>. Here, let me show you guys the rest
of the place. You guys can stay in my room while I
sleep in the guest room - my room's bigger," he
explained. "Oh, and the tinkle room is right there."

Steve's room wasn't what Michelle had imagined. She
had an older brother away at college, and his room was
full of posters and other guy things.

Steve's room was almost spartan. The walls were blue
and bare, and his bed was maybe queen sized, with a
light and some more books crammed into the headboard.
One was lying open, a thick book with a picture of a
DNA spiral on the cover.

"I'm going to go hit the bathroom and take care of
stuff," Amanda announced. "After that, let's go check
out the pool."

Amanda vanished to the bathroom, and Steve moved into
the room. "Let me just grab my trunks," he said. He
bent over, displaying that tight butt to the girls
again.

Nicole leaned over, whispering in Michelle's ears. "I
can't decide if I want to pinch it or take a bite out
of it," she muttered into Michelle's ear.

Instead, Nicole leaned forward, giving it a hard slap.
Steve stood up quickly with a yelp. "Hey!" he
exclaimed, a pair of trunks in his hand. "That's not
fair - if I did that to you, I'd be called a pervert
or something."

"That's because you're a naughty boy and we're
innocent girls," Nicole said with a laugh. "Now, out
of your room. We're going to get changed and go
through your private things."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Join me in the living room -
there's towels and showers out in the pool shed, so
don't worry about that."

He left the two girls alone. They started getting
changed, stripping out of their clothing. Michelle
felt it a little weird. She had been naked around
Nicole before, and had taken showers with her and
Amanda in the school's locker rooms after cheerleading
practice all the time. But this time, she was getting
naked in a boy's room.

She pulled out her swimming suit. "Oh, we forgot to
tell you," Nicole said. She pulled out a two piece
bikini, tossing it at Michelle. "Nicole and I picked
these up over the weekend - and we got one for you,
too."

Michelle held up the bikini. It was light blue, and
actually fairly modest. It was far from a string
bikini, and looked like it would cover Michelle pretty
well. "We thought that next time we were at my house,
we could wear them to work on our tans and stuff - and
since we were coming here, Amanda and I thought that
we could drive Steve insane."

"You guys are mean," Michelle said, looking at the
bikini. She had never worn one before, and the idea of
being so exposed was kind of scary. But before she
could talk about it, Amanda came back into the room.

"Close the door!" Nicole exclaimed, only halfway
dressed, her large breasts swaying as she moved to
cover them. Michelle automatically put her hand over
her crotch, just in case Steve was about to walk by.

"Don't worry," Amanda said, though she closed the
door. "Steve is in the living room waiting for us."
Her brown eyes looked at the bikini in Michelle's
hand. "Pretty cool, huh? We got different colors." She
pulled her T-shirt off of herself, revealing her
braless breasts. Michelle had always been kind of
jealous of Amanda's slim body - she could go braless,
and nobody stared at her.

She suddenly realized she hadn't removed her hands
from her crotch. Her fingers had actually been
pressing against it. Or, at least it felt that way -
she didn't remember actually moving her fingers, but
it felt like she had been squeezing her cunt. She
quickly extracted her hand before the other two girls
could see. Michelle was no stranger to the pleasures
of masturbation. Usually she would stroke herself to
sleep, and right after she awoke she would play with
herself before getting ready for school. She had been
worrying that maybe she was addicted to it or
something, but every time she tried to stop she would
find herself stroking her clit the next night.

<i>Maybe I'm just repressed,</i> she thought to
herself. She had never even <i>kissed</i> a boy, let
alone been with one naked. She looked at the bikini.
Well, why not? Nobody else was going to know. And it
might be funny to see the look on Steve's face.

The three girls walked out, though Michelle didn't
feel as confident as the other two. Nicole's bikini
was a little riskier than her friends - a thin pink
outfit with triangles just covering her nipples and
crotch, otherwise a string. Michelle's was more
modest, and was more like wearing blue panties and a
bra than anything else, only without the under wire
support. And Amanda was in a white number that had no
shoulder straps, the top part just hooking in the
back, while the bottom covered her pretty well.

Steve was in the living room, sitting in a chair,
absently looking out the window. When he turned back
to the three girls, he stood up. "Hey," he said. He
was dressed in a pair of long, blue swimming trunks
that came down to his knees. He wasn't overly buff,
but his muscles were pretty nice looking, with a
slight six-pack stomach and well developed pecs. "Woah
- you guys look nice," he said. His eyes moved from
one girl to the other - not in a leering way, just
appreciative. When his eyes moved over Michelle, it
was only to linger for a moment. She felt that flush
of pleasure again, but he looked away. Michelle's eyes
darted to his crotch.

It was pretty evident that the three girls were having
an effect on him. The crotch of his shorts was
bulging. Michelle had never seen a penis before -
well, other than her brother's when they took bath's
together as little kids, but that was years ago. And
Steve nearly looked like he was going to split his
shorts. It wasn't obnoxiously sticking out, but
Michelle could make out a vague column of flesh that
seemed to ride up quite a ways.

"This way," Steve announced. He headed to the back
yard, and from there to a covered pool shed. He had
been telling the truth - it wasn't an olympic sized
pool, but it was large enough to play water volleyball
and such. Steve pointed to a pair of curtains to the
side. There's was a hot tub off in the corner, and a
door marked "sauna" on the left side. "There's showers
over there, so get wet before jumping in." Steve said,
pointing to their right. There were only two, and
Steve quickly vanished into the first one.

Michelle climbed into the second one, closing the
curtain after her. She didn't know why she did - it
wasn't like she was getting naked or anything. But the
second she did, she felt her pussy throb with need and
desire.

She turned the water on, setting it to cold. If she
thought that was going to help, it only made it worse.
Her nipples hardened in response, and it seemed like
her clit only grew hotter to counteract the
temperature. She stuck her head under the water,
rubbing her arms, then her legs -

Her fingers brushed over her crotch as she wet her
body down. As soon as she did, she felt her fingers
press into her cleft. She still didn't remember giving
them the order, but once it started, she pressed her
fingers into her slit.

She sat down on the wooden seat built into the wall,
spreading her legs. Her other hand brought the
temperature up on the water dial. There was just no
help for it - she had to get off, or else she'd go
crazy, and feel all hot and bothered for hours.

Michelle's slim finger moved against her clit,
stroking it quickly. She closed her eyes, trying to
ignore that her friends were right outside. They
couldn't see past the curtain, and she had put her
knuckles in her mouth to keep herself from crying out.

Her fingers flew over her slit, in a familiar pattern
from hundreds of practiced occasions. As horny as she
was, it would only take a minute. Her imagination
wandered to the different men she could imagine being
with - some of the boys in sports, a few of her
teachers - Steve kept pressing in for some reason. He
had been in her fantasies more and more often, perhaps
because whenever she was around him she felt aroused.
But now, her fantasy was a little more complete that
she'd seen him with his shirt off, picturing her legs
around him. It was stupid - her two best friends were
already vying for his attention, and it was just a
harmless fantasy anyway. She would never have sex with
anybody until she was married, after all. Well, maybe
college, at least - by then, she could date people
without her parents finding out.

Michelle was so close. Her almond shaped eyes would
sometimes split open, then close themselves shut again
as her hips moved. She was really close, her orgasm
just hovering beyond her reach. She was going to -

The curtain slid open then closed again. Michelle's
eyes snapped open as Amanda turned to her. "Sorry -
Nicole's taking forever, and I thought -" She looked
at Michelle.

Michelle's skin turned a deep shade of red. One finger
was stuck down her bikini bottoms, and while Amanda
couldn't see what it was doing, it was fairly evident
what Michelle had been doing. She felt mortified.

Amanda seemed to take it in stride. "Hey," she said.
She stepped into the water, quickly rinsing herself.
She leaned over as Michelle removed her fingers from
herself - though her pussy throbbed more urgently than
before. "Don't worry about it - give me a minute to
finish up, and then you can," Amanda whispered in her
ear. "I think Nicole's doing the same thing next door
- that's probably why she's taking so long."

Michelle's blush deepened. "N - it's ok," she
muttered. She stood up, discreetly washing the pussy
juice off of her hand. As she did, her breasts pushed
up against Amanda's.

She had never been this close, or this undressed, with
another person before. Her nipples suddenly felt as if
someone had pinched the little peaks together, rolling
them between fingers. What they were really doing is
poking out so hard they were pushing into Amanda's
breasts, the girl's smaller orbs dented by Michelle's
rock hard nipples.

Amanda flushed as their breasts pushed together. For a
moment, neither girl moved, as they stood so close,
looking into each other's eyes. Then, impossibly,
Amanda leaned in, and pressed her lips against
Michelle's.

Michelle stood frozen like a deer in headlights. Her
first kiss. Not with a boy, but with a girl. Before
she could lean back or something, anything - she felt
a sensation in her pussy. It was - it was as if a pair
of soft lips were pressed against it, kissing her
enflamed slit.

MIchelle's gasped in response, and found her mouth
filled with Amanda's slim tongue. Her pussy spasmed as
it felt as if there was another tongue down there,
sliding up and out of her hole - exactly as Amanda's
was doing in her mouth. She found herself responding,
her arms wrapping around her friend as they melted
into each other, her hips pressing and squeezing
Amanda's thigh. Was this why people liked to kiss? Is
this why once people get started they never stop? She
had never known this was how it happened, that kissing
felt like - like what she had always imagined oral sex
might be.

Michelle was so confused, uncertain if she should pull
back or not, her breasts pushed against Amanda's,
feeling her orgasm creep back up with the feeling of
that little tongue moving about her vagina. She mewled
-

A sudden clink interrupted them as the shower next to
them turned off. Amanda pulled back, putting a hand to
her lips. "Oh, Michelle, I'm sorry," she said. "I - I
don't know what - "

"Um, don't worry about it," Michelle said. She moved
around her friend, feeling her breasts rub against
Amanda's again. "We -"

"Well talk about it later," Amanda said. She pecked
Michelle on the lips before the asian girl could pull
away, and once again she felt that sensation of touch
against her sex. Michelle wandered out of the stall,
her legs shaking.

Steve and Nicole were already in the pool. Steve was
crouched in the water, and Nicole looked to be sitting
on his hand, her back to him. "Ready?" he said. "One,
two - "

On "three", Steve lifted, throwing Nicole high into
the air towards the deep end of the pool. Michelle
watch as Nicole turned in the air, diving into the
water. <i>Good lord - he must be really strong!</i>
Nicole had been lifted almost 10 feet into the air,
and another 10 forward.

Nicole broke the water, whipping her hair out of her
eyes. "Hey, Michelle," she said. "Jump on in!"

Michelle did so, and felt the slightly chill water
cool her heated skin. When she broke the surface and
wiped the water from her eyes, she noticed Amanda
jumping in as well. If her friend was affected from
their little make out session in the shower stall, she
didn't show it; Amanda's smile was bright and cute as
always.

The four teens played in the pool for a better part of
an hour, taking turns as Steve threw them. Michelle
found she liked the feeling of his large hand her
butt, though he didn't grope her - just used it as a
spring board. The feeling of flying in the air was
exhilarating, and Steve never seemed to get tired.
Later they played kid games like "Marco Polo", and
while she never caught her cheating, Amanda seemed to
have the uncanny ability to point out where people
were without having to call "Marco".

The three of them finally turned to the hot tub. The
evening had grown chill, and except for one time when
Nicole's cell phone had rung (Michelle's parents,
checking up - she had stood to one side so they
wouldn't hear the bubbles), they basked in the warmth.

Nicole lifted her feet into the air. "Here - Steve,
could you rub my feet?" she asked. Her blond hair
drifted behind her, her bikini covered breasts
floating to the surface of the pool.

"Yes, mah-ster," Steve intoned. "Igor lives to serve
you." He seized Nicole's feet, kneeding his thumbs
into the soles of her feet. Nicole leaned back,
humming in pleasure.

Amanda sidled up next to Michelle. "Steve gives the
best foot rubs," she explained. She gently touched
Michelle's hand, then took it away, as if she was
worried what the other girl might do.

Nicole's pleasure was evident. She had her eyes
closed, resting in the water. Her nipples spiked under
the bikini, as if they might rupture the thin fabric.
Steve's eyes were on Nicole's feet, his green eyes
concentrating as he rubbed the muscles. Nicole moaned
once, then groaned as Steve released her feet. "All
done," she said.

"Do me next!" Amanda said, sticking her feet up.

"But what would our other two guests think?" Steve
said, winking at Michelle. He started massaging
Amanda's feet just as dutifully. Nicole climbed out of
the hot tub, grabbing her phone. "I'm ordering pizza,"
she said. "Veggie ok?"

"Oh, yeah," Amanda breathed - but whether it was to
Steve's administrations or Nicole's request, Michelle
couldn't tell. <i>He must be really good at that,</i>
Michelle thought as she watched Steve work on her
friend. Amanda looked almost in rapture, her body
squirming as Steve touched her feet.

"There we go," Steve said. He looked at Michelle. "And
does Sir Syrup have to service his princess as well?"

Michelle stuck a foot into the air. "As your liege
commands, gentle knight."

"Nicole and I will go get the food," Amanda said as
she climbed out of the pool. She pulled her bikini
bottoms from her crotch. "Should just be a few
minutes."

"Great - I'm starving," Steve said. Nicole leaned
down, kissing Steve on the cheek, Amanda the other,
then the two of them vanished.

Michelle leaned back, letting her elbows rest on the
edge and her head drift in the water. Those two seemed
to be teasing Steve more and more. His fingers started
to press into her feet.

Michelle suddenly understood what the girls saw in
Steve's foot rubs. All the tension in her feet, her
legs, her entire <i>body</i> seemed to vanish as he
pushed into the muscles of her feet. He rubbed against
her heel, and her back seemed to unclench. "Ohhhhh,"
she moaned. "That feels sooo good," she moaned.

"Thanks," Steve said. She opened her eyes, which was
so hard to do with the feelings of contentment
sweeping over her. He was sitting up in the water,
each hand on one foot that rested on his knees. His
crotch was hidden beneath the swirling water, but she
thought she could see it bulging again. "I studied
some acupuncture stuff - seems to come in handy." He
pressed against another part of her foot, and her neck
felt like it was melting. "Stuff to make people relax
and stuff."

He brought his thumb between the big toe and foretoe
of her right foot, rubbing between them. Michelle's
eyes flicked open as she felt as if something slim had
reached between her pussy lips, pushing into her.
Steve's fingers moved between her toes, and the
sensation returned, moving in and out of her.

Michelle moaned softly. Her nipples hardened again,
and she felt her hips gently sway. WIth all the motion
of the water it was hard to tell, but as Steve's other
hand started doing the same to her left foot. The
sensation increased, and she felt her pussy trying to
clench around something that wasn't there.

"Nicole and Amanda seem to like this, though I don't
know why," Steve said as he continued. "I didn't find
any literature on this point." His thumbs continued to
move, and Michelle felt her hips move a little more.
She tried to still them - any more, and Steve would be
able to tell she was trying to hump the water. Oh, but
her orgasm was finally coming back to her. She
alternated between panic and passion, wondering if she
was about to explode before her friend. He would be
able to tell. Even now, her mouth was slightly open,
her tongue licking against her suddenly dry lips while
the water churned around her. Her cunt was hot, and
kept pushing into that invisible shaft.

Her elbows suddenly slipped, and Michelle's head
slipped under the water. She sputtered as the water
filled her mouth, her vision covered in a murky green
light.

Her body suddenly cleared the water. She coughed,
spitting out water and gulping the air. She could make
out Steve's before her, his hands on her waist. She
dimly realized she was sitting on his lap, her legs
spread around him, her hands resting on his shoulders
as she leaned over, catching her breath, her head
resting on his chest.

"Are you all right?" Steve asked. She looked up - and
suddenly realized how close she was to him. As close
as she had been to Amanda just an hour ago. Her crotch
was pressed against his, against the rock hard shaft
that pressed against her sex.

Michelle sat there, her buttocks on his thighs. Her
almond black eyes looked into his green ones. Her
breasts rested against his chest, and she felt those
tendrils of pleasure start to spike into her nipples.

Steve's hands were still on her hips, his long, strong
fingers pressing into her skin. Michelle shifted - and
felt his cock press into her cleft, separated by only
the fabric in her bottoms and his swimming trunks.

But to her inflamed slit, it was if there was nothing
separating them at all. It was if they were flesh to
flesh. She could actually feel the skin of his cock
against her pussy, and with every microscopic
movements of her body she felt her clit bend and throb
against him.

Her arms came up to her shoulders, partly to steady
herself, partly to - she didn't know. Her mouth was
open again. She couldn't stay here. The image of her
parents filled her mind, sternly looking at her.
Steve's face in front of her, his eyes looking at her
with a mix of concern - and naked desire.

"Michelle?" Steve asked. His hands flexed on her hips.
Michelle felt her cunt throb as she came closer to
him. She couldn't. She shouldn't.

She couldn't help herself. She ground her hips into
his, relishing in the sensation. Perhaps if he had
actually tried to kiss her, or fondle her, or put a
move on her she could have resisted. Perhaps if she
hadn't been cheated out of her orgasm twice now.
Perhaps if she hadn't been sitting on Steve's lap with
his power coursing through her inflaming her body to a
fever pitch to a point that would make a nun throw in
the towel in defeat, things might have been different.
Or perhaps if the Big Bang had never happened, Carrot
Top would never have existed.

The second she pressed her hips into his, her pussy
swelled in pleasure. It was if her whole body had
become naked, her swollen tits pushing into Steve's
chest, as if her top had melted away. She didn't even
lean in to kiss him, just sat there, pressing her hips
forward, then pulling back. Steve's fingers moved,
pressing against her back, tracing the path of her
spine.

Up and down. Michelle changed her angle, relishing the
feeling of him against her. Steve leaned forward,
kissing her on the neck. "Oh, Michelle," he murmured.
His lips felt like fire on her skin. "You are so
lovely," His hands moved up to her shoulders, his lips
moving to her jaw.

"Ahhh," Michelle groaned. Steve pulled his head back
to gaze into her eyes. Her mouth opened, her tongue
wetting her lips.

The kiss was different from Amanda's. Amanda's lips
were softer, her tongue smaller, smoother and sweeter.
Steve kissed her like a man. His arms wrapped around
her, crushing her to him, but not so hard she was
hurt. Her breasts cushioned them, her nipples rubbing
up and down against his chest.

When his tongue entered her mouth, it was the same as
Amanda - feeling as if her pussy was being licked, as
if she could feel his tongue sliding up into her
virgin vagina. Michelle rubbed her crotch against his,
mewling her pleasure, panting around his mouth. His
hands came back to cup her small, tight buttocks. Her
bikini bottoms were riding up inside, snug against her
cunt and ass.

Steve's mouth moved down to her collarbone, then to
the top of her breasts. His hands kept moving around
them, on the side of her ample chest, then the top,
the bottom - but never actually touching her breasts,
which ached and felt like they would burst.

Steve's hands came back to her waist, lifting her up
and out of the water. He set her on the edge of the
hot tub, still between her legs as he kissed her.
Michelle's hips kept beating the air as his kisses
transmitted themselves to her hungry slit.

"I was just about to come," Steve rasped. Michelle
groaned, then cried out as his mouth came down to wrap
his lips around her left nipples. Somehow, her top had
come undone, though she never felt it drift off. She
cast her eyes to the hot tub, and saw it floating on
the surface of the water.

Her breasts rose high on her chest, capped with tiny
dark nipples. They were only C-cup, but on her slim
frame with such small nipples they looked enormous on
her. And now with Steve's mouth moving between one
breast and the other, his hand occupying the neglected
breast as he switched back and forth, she was afraid
they would swell even larger.

Steve's mouth moved down her belly, licking at her
abdomen. Her hands were on his shoulders, not certain
as to just what he was doing. Until his head dipped
even lower - right onto her pussy.

Michelle cried out, her fingernails digging into his
shoulders as in one sudden movement, Steve's tongue
plunged into her steaming cunt. She fell backwards,
catching herself on her hands, finally resting on the
cool tiles as Steve's tongue flicked in and out of
her, sucking on her clit. Her hands came down to grip
his hair, pushing him harder into her hairless snatch.

"Oh - oh - God," she cried, tears of pleasure rolling
down her cheeks. The ties to her bikini bottoms were
undone, and she was naked, naked with a man at her
most private part while his hands gropped and touched
her breasts, rolling the nipples. Then they came down
to cup her buttocks, squeezing them, tickling her
anus.

He rolled her over, now underneath her, rotating her
body so her head was oriented towards his groin, her
smaller body resting on his. Her breasts were pushed
into his hard stomach as he continued to lick and suck
at her. His hand came down to cup a breast, playing
with it. Michelle's hips were moving as she kept
crying and gasping.

She looked down - and realized that he was as naked as
she. In the center of his groin stood his cock - hard
and long and thick, pulsing and throbbing. She hissed
as his mouth sucked at her clit, her hips bobbing up
and down as she felt her orgasm coming.

A few minutes ago, she was a virgin who had never even
kissed a man. Now she had his tongue buried in her
snatch, and a moment later, her mouth descended on his
cock. Her lips were stretched around it as she sucked
along the shaft, licking at the head. Her cunt
vibrated, and she soon learned that every time she
touched his cock, her pussy reacted, doubling the
pleasure she was feeling. <i>This must be why women
like to give head,</i> she realized in her innocence.
The hard piece of gristle slid down her mouth as she
tried to keep her teeth from bruising the shaft.

She could feel herself start to tense. This was it -
she was finally going to cum. After that, she could
stop herself, stop this madness - but first, she had
to come. She would die if she came. One more lick -

And Steve pulled his head back. He reached down,
hauling her up by her shoulders until they were cock
to groin again. This time, it was no illusion - his
penis was touching her wet gash, the underside of his
shaft directly against her slit. Steve kissed her
again, and she found herself jerking and gasping
against him. "Oh, Michelle, I almost came," Steve
rasped. His hands were all over her, squeezing her
breast, touching her ass.

<i>So was I</i>, she wanted to scream at him. But she
had no voice. All she could do is pant and moan,
rubbing herself against him. She could feel the head
of his thick cock against her clit as she rubbed
faster and faster.

Steve leaned upwards, moving into a sitting position
as she slid down him into a kneeling one. Without
waiting to be asked, she wrapped her mouth around his
cock like it was a hermonica, licking it as her
fingers plunged into her slit. Her fingers prodded at
her hymen, but she kept most of them on her throbbing,
needy clit.

He gripped her nipples, moving them until they were
wrapped around her breasts. Soon he was fucking her
breasts as she rubbed her sensitive orbs around his
shaft. Her own fingers rubbed her nipples as her
saliva coated him, making the path between her soft
breasts even slicker. She wondered what would happen
when he came, if it would squirt all over her face.
She had heard about that happening to other girls, and
as she kept on sucking on the head as it appeared
between her tits, she wondered if she would soon
experience it for herself.

Steve rose himself a little higher, and she found
herself nearly swallowing one of his balls. Finally,
she pulled back, stroking herself as she looked up at
him.

Steve knelt back down again, his cock bumping her in
the stomach as he kissed her, his hands playing with
her breasts again. She gripped his penis, stroking it
and rubbing it against herself, against her clit. She
slid it up and down her pussy slit, her orgasm just
beyond her reach.

He reached down again, gripping her tiny firm ass in
his two large hands. Michelle's hands left his cock to
rest on his chest to keep from falling down.

Steve looked her right in the eyes as he manuevered
her until his cock was pushing right against her cunt
hole. She bit her bottom lip as he just placed it
against her.

He didn't move. He kept stroking the rest of her body,
her nipples, her back, her ass - but his cock stayed
lodged in her hole. She knew she should lift off of
him, that the right thing to do would be to stop this
madness.

Millions of years of instinct were working against
her. Her body had decided that this was the time, and
this was the man. And with Steve's powers working on
her, she was doomed before the game started.

Steve's cock slid into her furrow. An inch. Then
another. Her hymen bumped against the tip, and the
sensation cleared Michelle's head a bit. She started
to lift up -

And the pleasure was so sharp she cried out again,
dropping her hips down. Steve's penis was pressed
against her entrance. She lifted up again, intent this
time on removing him from her body. She could suck him
off, let him suck her off, let Amanda suck her off -
anything but this. She lifted herself up - and the
overwhelming feeling of pleasure struck her again. She
fell, and lifted. Fell, and lifted. She started
working into a rhythm, moving up and down, her hymen
bumping against Steve over and over again.

"Oh - it - ah!" She cried out, jerked back up, then
down again - and this time, her hymen could not
withstand the assault. It split, and Steve's shaft
lurched into her, stretching her insides.

"Yesss," Steve groaned, and he gripped her hips,
pulling her down.

"Agh - ack - " Michelle cried. She put two hands to
her crotch, feeling the sharp pain as her virginity
was ripped to shreds. Tears sprung to her dark eyes as
Steve held her hips in place. He suddenly pulled her
down again, forcing another several inches into her.

The pain had subsided, and Michelle found herself
bouncing up and down, devouring Steve inch after inch.
Her eyes rolled back into their sockets. Steve's hands
were on her breasts as her crotch slammed down the
last few inches, his cock buried to the root of her.

Michelle looked at him. Sweat beaded his body, turning
it shiny. His cock throbbed inside of her as she tried
to catch her breath. Her hair, wet with water and
sweat, hung over her eyes. She reached one hand up,
moving it away.

And felt her cunt twitch. The twitch made her lift up
a fraction of an inch, before sliding back down.
Another twitch, and she lifted in response again.

Soon she was sliding her snatch up Steve's shaft. "Ah
- nguh- ah -" she panted and groaned. She was fucking.
Michelle, was fucking. Not a good boy, not a boy her
parents picked out, but this one. His cock was fucking
her. She fucked him back. He pushed his hips up into
her, and she pushed herself back down into him.

She was going to come. And she could tell it was going
to be biggest orgasm of her li-

He stopped. Steve grabbed her hips and stopped moving.
"I'm going to cum," he rasped. "Don't move."

Michelle felt a shiver of fear pass through her. Which
made her cunt shiver around Steve. Which made his cock
shiver back. Which made Michelle lift her pelvis a
little, and push it back down.

"Argh- " Steve gave a strangled cry. "Wait - Michelle
- not like this -"

But it was too late. Michelle had to orgasm or die.
That was what it boiled down to. "Don't stop," she
gasped, moving herself up and down her again. "Don't
stop," she screamed, as she felt his cock start to
expand.

She felt something explode inside of her - and a
moment later, her orgasm started. And she was right -
it was the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced.
Every muscles in her body, from her toes to her scalp,
was tight and trembling as she came. Steve's seed
forced its way into her, each sperm racing to be the
one to fertilize her.

She couldn't think. Breathing was almost a side
thought as her body shuddered and came and came and
came.

She finally collapsed on top of Steve, panting and
gasping. Both of their bodies were slickened with
sweat, and as Michelle's senses came back to her, she
realized that they smelled of pizza.

<i>Pizza?</i> her mind exclaimed. She looked around
her - and found Amanda and Nicole, standing there,
looking down at the two of them with expressions of -

For just a moment, Michelle would have said triumph,
but then they turned to shock.

"What are you two doing?" Amanda exclaimed. Nicole was
holding the pizza, which left Amanda able to start
forward, rethink her position, then stop right where
she was.

Michelle felt her heart sink into her stomach. Any
lower, and it might have sunk all the way to her
crotch, where Steve's penis was still in her whole,
keeping his seed plugged up inside of her.

"Ah -" Michelle said. She buried her face in Steve's
chest, her hair hiding her. She felt Steve's arms wrap
around her.

"We'll be inside in a bit," Steve said. Michelle heard
the two girls walk away.

She lifted her head, tears coming down her cheeks.
"Oh, please, don't be upset," Steve said. "Please - "

"No - I - I'm not upset," Michelle said. She pictured
her parents in her mind. What would they say if they
found out? Then, she had another thought.

<i>Who the fuck's business if they do or don't? Isn't
this my life to screw up or not?</i>

The thought hit her so hard she nearly gasped. That
was right. So maybe this wasn't the smartest thing she
had ever done - though it was by far the most
pleasurable. And it wasn't up to her parents who she
married, or dated, or didn't - it was hers.

She started to laugh. Steve must have been confused,
because she felt his hands pull away from her. Here
she was, two of them buck naked, his sperm dripping
from her pussy as his cock softened - and she was
<i>free</i>.

Michelle stood up. She should feel embarrassed, but he
had already seen everything about her, so what did it
matter now? "I'm starving," she said. She reached
down, grabbing him by the hand to pull him up. "Let's
get cleaned up and go eat."

Steve stared at her for a minute. She wasn't sure what
was going to happen next, if Steve would become her
boyfriend or not, or what she would do if she become
pregnant or not.

But she was Princess Pancake. And from now on, it was
<i>her</i> choice.

<hr>

Orchid looked over the documents on the table. They
had a list of everyone who had been given a vaccine
shot 30 days before and after the event. Most
everything about the people was normal - no big
changes, nothing odd.

Except for one. A man who dropped dead of perfectly
normal circumstances. The dumb shit had a cholesterol
count high enough to send a space shuttle into orbit,
and when they did the autopsy, they found his heart
clogged with so much fat they couldn't figure out why
he hadn't died ages ago.

But still, that was the only anomaly. And that was the
weird part. From reading over the papers on what
former "subjects" of the virus had gone through, there
should be a lot more dead people. She flipped through
the pages. Subjects showed signs of psychosis,
subjects became violent when approached by
non-infected people, blah, blah, blah -

So where was the super soldier killing machine here?
She wondered if this was a goose chase, that they guy
they had killed had made dozens of swaps at who knows
how many hospitals. That particular brand of tetanus
vaccine was sold all over the country, in which case
they'd never find it.

Lucky for her, the former biology teacher hadn't set
up the blood viewing experiment. She had swiped the
slides, and with a small portable unit the lab boys
had given her (dickless geeks to be sure, but at least
they made useful stuff), she had put in the blood
collected, and waited for the results.

She thought back to the biology class. Being in a high
school, so many sweet, innocent girls made her blood
boil. She should have herself a pet, she decided.
There was one that caught her eye-

The phone rang. Orchid swore under her breath, picking
it up.

What she heard did not make her happy. Oh, she made
sweet talk like she knew she should, and said all the
right words.

Damned snot nosed teenagers. Orchid wished they had
just nuked the place and been done with it. Would have
caused a lot less problems. And when she saw the
results come out from the portable lab tester, she
knew she was right.

Orchid sighed. So little time, so many people to kill.
But not right now. She had to set things up just
right, make it look like an accident, or something
like it. A plan formed in her mind. She had used
something like it before - no reason why it shouldn't
work now. Just tweak a little here, push a little
there - and both her problems should take care of
herself.

She looked over a list of people, selecting one. She
needed to burn off some stress. She read over the
profile of one target for a minute, smiling to
herself. Oh, perfect.

Orchid grabbed the keys from the table. Sometimes,
work mixed with pleasure. Her pussy tingled in
anticipation of an... interesting night ahead.

<hr>

"Steve? Are you awake?"

"Hm? Hey - what are you doing up?"

"Scoot over. I'm freezing here."

"Oh, sure. What about the other two?

"They're asleep."

"Hey, where are your clothes?"

"Don't worry about them. Oh - ah. Yes, kiss me right
there. Here, I can't wait - I've been laying there in
your bed thinking about this for an hour."

"Oh - mmm - you are so tight."

"Ah. You know - hah, I think I should redub you. Maybe
Sir Sausage - oh, yes."

"Michelle - I didn't want to hurt you, you know."

"Don't worry about it. We'll have all day tomorrow to
talk, or screw, or - whatever. Mmph. Right now, I just
want to enjoy this."

<hr>

"Nicole? You awake?"

"Mm-hm."

"I think I can feel where Michelle is."

"Oh? I thought she was next to you."

"No. I - I think she's almost one of us."

"Mmph."

"Hey, don't go to sleep - get up here and keep me
company."

"I still don't see why I had to sleep on the floor in
the first place."

"Stop complaining. Aren't you horny?"

"Hm - feels like you are. What if Michelle comes back
in here and catches us?"

"Mmmnnn - I don't think we have to worry about that."

"Ahhh - "

"Uh-huh."


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