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Pamela, eagerly NIS

Chapter 8.  Tuesday After School


I prodded Dawn and waited for her.  We met Emily and Melissa at the door.  
Coach Reeves was strolling around the gym naked again, watching girls 
stretch.  She looked at us a little annoyed.  Even though we didn't have 
to change clothes, we were still the last ones on the floor.  We went 
through stretches, a lap around the gym and ball handling warmup.  I 
warmed up with Melissa again.  At least we got to use a good ball this 
time.  The coach divided us into three groups to use the three courts.  
The division wasn't arbitrary.  She picked the first group to include all 
the Program participants and girls who seemed larger and older.  I found 
out later that Emily and I were the only freshmen and Dawn and Melissa 
were the only sophomores.

The exercise had two players on one side of the net serve to two on the 
other side.  The ones receiving would try to pass the ball toward 
the net where the setter would be.  If the serve didn't get over the net 
or went out of bounds, the server went to the back of the line.  If the 
receiver missed a good serve or the pass went wild, the receiver was out.  
I watched while waiting for my turn.  I was rooting for the girls I know 
- the Program participants.

Amy's serve was great and she put another big girl out.  The next serve 
came back to her and she really looked bad.  She didn't get all the way 
to it and tried to wave at it with her arm.  She was out the first time 
she tried to receive.  Brooke and Rochelle lasted a little longer - until 
I got there.

I gave Rochelle an easy serve.  As usual I didn't take a step or swing my 
arm very much.  I sailed the ball over the net and a few feet away from 
her.  She made an easy, accurate pass and took the ball to serve to me.  
Her serve was faster, but easily in my reach.  I must have made her 
complacent with my first serve.  My moves for the second were about the 
same, but I actually hit it.  The zinger cleared the net by a half inch 
and would have gone out of bounds except for the sinkerball spin.  
Rochelle figured that out at the last instant and tried to dive for it.  
She didn't get hurt on the floor, but she didn't get the ball either.  
She smiled and pointed at me.  I smiled back and thought "Bring it on!"

The other girl on my side of the court was out, too.  I switched sides to 
face Brooke.  I gave her an easy serve and handled her return.  My harder 
second serve blew her off the court.  She didn't smile or gesture, so I 
didn't know whether she minded.

The drill progressed through more of the team until I faced Emily.  She 
had just put the other girl on my side out and I had put the girl in 
front of her out.  I tried the easy-hard sequence on her.  She got my 
hard second serve and sent back one just as hard.  I took that challenge 
and made a good pass.  That went on for three more exchanges before she 
finally missed one.  The girls on her side of the net applauded her and 
she bowed.

A little later Dawn was beside me and I faced Crystal across the net.  
Dawn's serves were all soft and slow.  They were tricky floaters, though.  
They don't spin, so they swoop and dive like knuckle ball pitches.  
Players can usually get to them, but often shank the pass because the 
ball isn't exactly where they thought it would be.  It took her three or 
four serves to put another player out, but she did that to player after 
player.  Dawn proved to be as quick as I am at defense.  She got 
everything the other side served at her and made a good pass of it.  She 
stayed in like I did.

Crystal's serves are blazing fast like mine and she's probably quicker 
than me with her little, strong body.  She certainly starts closer to the 
floor than I do.  We left smoke trails behind our serves and drove each 
other all over the court.  It was a great workout for us, but the other 
players were getting bored.

Melissa came up against Dawn in the mean time.  Her zinger serves 
challenged, but didn't defeat Dawn and she watched those slow floaters 
carefully.  Neither line was moving and the natives were getting 
restless.

"Crystal and Dawn switch," Coach Reeves commanded.

Now I got my taste of Dawn's slow serves.  The first one took a sharp 
swerve to my right just as I reached for it.  I was quick enough to get  
a piece of it, but it was just luck that the pass looked good.  Dawn got 
everything I could hit at her.  That girl can really cover a lot of 
floor.  Four bottomless girls were getting a lot of work, but the line 
still wasn't moving.

"Dawn and Melissa switch," the coach tried something else.

Melissa and I had figured each other out yesterday, so we just kept the 
workout going.  Crystal and Dawn didn't have trouble with each other 
either.  I finally got an idea when one of Crystal's serves drew Dawn to 
the middle of her court.  I put my serve on the other side of her from 
Melissa.  Sure enough, those two ran into each other and both missed.  
Cheers from our side brought a high five between Crystal and me.

"I really need to see all the players.  Pam and Crystal are retired with 
honor.  Now scram and make room for the next two," Coach Reeves moved 
things along.

When the line came around to our turns again, the coach just skipped us.  
That was a little embarrassing in the complimentary way that makes me 
blush.  It also brought my nipples out through the mesh bra again.

The next drill was setting and spiking.  The unscheduled wannabe's were 
there, so we compressed our groups onto two courts.  This drill moves 
faster, so it worked out.  We lined up at the left edge of the court and 
one of the setters stood in the middle at the net.  Crystal was on my 
side and Melissa started setting on the other side.  We would toss the 
ball to the setter then spike their set over the net.  After we hit, we 
would try to block the next hitter.  After that, we had to retrieve a 
ball and get into the other line.  Crystal and Melissa both did great 
sets.  They put the ball in the same place every time, and that place was 
great for hitting around or through blockers.

Some of the hitters smashed the ball as hard as they could.  A lot of 
those went wild or out of bounds.  Other hitters, like Dawn, tried to 
place their spikes and didn't hit them very hard.  Brooke and Rochelle 
got blazing speed on accurate hits.  I used them as role models.  Amy 
didn't swing much at hers.  It was more like she was spanking than 
smashing the ball.

Emily started tentatively, trying to be sure her hits were in bounds.  
The coach smiled at her later when she started hitting with more 
authority.  I noticed that smile and started hitting harder, too.  I 
wasn't wimpy before that, but wasn't hitting as hard as Rochelle.  I put 
more power into the hitting after that and got one of those smiles from 
Coach Reeves for my trouble.

Later I saw Coach Reeves give a little hand signal to Amy who made a 
noticeable effort to get right in front of me in line.

When she got to the front, Amy said to me, "Middle hits.  Watch and 
learn, Grasshopper."

I quickly made connections and asked, "Do you take karate from Kurita-
san?"

"Yeah.  Later," she responded as she tossed the ball toward Crystal.

Her `grasshopper' reference was to the old David Carradine series "Kung 
Fu" where his character had been called that while a student.  Our 
sensei, Mr. Kurita, had recommended the early seasons of that show to 
inspire us about the martial arts.  My guess was that Amy had heard the 
same recommendation.

Crystal set the ball almost straight up and only about a ball-height 
above the net.  Amy ran forward right behind the ball, did a little hop 
close in front of Crystal and a very short swing.  She tapped the ball 
just as it got to the top of its set.  She tapped it downward so it landed 
on the floor quickly and close to the net on the other side.

"Hit it before the bad guys know it's been set.  It's a lot harder to 
block," she instructed and went to try to block me.

I tried her moves.  I got there in time, but jumped higher.  I had to 
reach down to hit the ball.  I didn't use any more arm swing than Amy 
had, but I still put more power into it.  The ball went between Amy and 
the net and rolled down her body to the floor.  I'm glad it didn't hurt 
her boobs on the way down.

"Again.  Set it higher for Pam, please Crystal," the coach interrupted 
and tossed me another ball.

Crystal's next set was up where I could reach it naturally.  My quick, 
easy hit streaked over Amy's block to the floor right behind her.  I 
think I heard the big girl growl at me as she went to chase down the 
ball.  We did the quick middle hits again on Melissa's side.  I clued her 
to my higher jump, so it went well on the first try with her.  Melissa 
and Amy both smiled and I think I caught Coach Reeves trying hard not to 
let one show.

I learn quickly and have good enough coordination to do what I'm 
learning.  I was keeping up so Amy could keep going with new stuff I 
hadn't done in seventh grade.  We did slides where we started our 
approach in one direction to fool blockers, then changed course to meet 
the set somewhere else.  We started far from the setter and veered in 
close.  We started in front of the setter and veered behind her.  That 
required Crystal to do a back set - set the ball behind her far enough to 
reach our right hand.

One other very tall girl, Marie, who's almost as tall as Amy, was doing 
middle hits, too.  She was always around the seniors, so I guess that's 
probably what she is.  Another setter, Alison, relieved Melissa.  Melissa 
is tall enough to play as a hitter and wanted to practice some of that.  
Alison also acted like a senior.  Her sets aren't as consistent as 
Crystal's or Melissa's.  They're okay, but we have to reach for them 
sometimes.

Amy stayed in front of me in line.  She tried to block my hits, but had 
to jump higher than normal to do that.  She got some of them, but 
wouldn't let me go first to get back at her.  On one of the back slide 
moves,  I tried a trick.  I whispered for Crystal to set closer to 
herself so I could hit with my left hand.  Since Amy knew the play, she 
was anticipating where the hit was coming from.  The left hand thing 
fooled her.  The ball shot right by her even though she had jumped high 
enough.  She looked startled and growled at me again.  Coach Reeves 
didn't try to hide that smile.

Just before five o'clock Coach Reeves ended the tryouts.  I heard her 
telling the wannabe's which ones could continue.  The rest were through 
for the year.

Like yesterday, the cross country team quit after one trip around their 
course.  Football players get to stop between plays and gulp down a 
sports drink.  The runners just quit early.  They were again the only 
boys in the locker room.  They'd been there for a while, but waited for 
some female company in the shower.

Some of us were quite accommodating, but not all.  Brooke let some boys 
touch, but didn't like it and didn't let them get too personal.  Crystal 
and Melissa stayed loyal to their boyfriends, but still got excited from 
the touching requests.  Emily was still letting her vagina heal, so she 
didn't let anything or anyone inside her.  She still gave somebody a hand 
job.  Some of the others enjoyed the touching.  Some went on to kissing 
or hand jobs.

I got laid.  It was the same guy as yesterday and he did an even better 
job of pleasing me.  He also said that my bigger boobs pleased him.  They 
should.  He had his mouth all over them while he was fucking me.  I 
didn't really mind the nibbling and licking in the middle of sex like 
that.  It helped cover the tender soreness with tingling stimulation and 
after a while all I could feel was the explosive orgasm in my pussy.

I had checked my boobs when I took off the bra.  The threads of the mesh 
cups had left red marks all over my boobs from being tight.  The marks 
disappeared when all of me turned red from the sex.

I went to the girls' locker room to see Coach Reeves.  She was busy with 
another player, so I decided to check on Kelly.  He was sitting at his 
locker with several girls around him and a stupid smile on his face.  
Tania and Jennie were putting his shoes on him.  When they finished, they 
pulled him up standing and shoved his book bag into his hands.  It took 
both of them to guide him out of the locker room.

"What truck hit you?" I asked and that started the girls giggling.

"Them," he managed to grunt with a nods at Tania and Jennie.

"We tag teamed him again.  She had him before the shower and I got him as 
soon as he came back up.  I have this talent for washing, you know," 
Jennie answered.

"No hand job this time, and gawd he does know how to use it," Tania said.

"See you at eight, stud," I taunted him.

He must have been recovering some strength because he straightened and 
smiled at me.  He wasn't fully recovered because his dick was still down 
and soft as he walked out between those two girls.

Coach Reeves was available then, so I went in.

"Mmm.  Hi, Pam," she greeted me.  "Great job today.  I see where you get 
that confidence."

She couldn't see me blush at that because I was still all red.  She had 
to notice that part the way she was looking me over - all over.

"So what brings you in?" she asked.

"Oh.  Do I really need an excuse?" I asked, but more like challenged.  
"If so, it's about the uniform.  I'm doing a growth spurt.  I filled my A 
cups today, so I don't need the special `flat' top."

"Oh, yeah?" she said as if she hadn't noticed.  "That's really good, Pam.  
That special order is messing up our delivery schedule.  We really want 
the whole team in uniform Friday afternoon.  Those other special orders 
won't be needed ... until basketball season.  If we can drop yours before 
the company closes for the day, we have a great chance of getting them 
for Friday afternoon."


USERNAME: Pamela
PASSWORD:	********

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She closed her office door,  said, "Let's see," then cupped and stroked 
my chest for a while.  The combination of growth and swelling gave her so 
much of a handful that she had trouble letting go.

"These are growing.  How do they feel?" she asked.

"You tell me," I sassed and thrust them out at her.  "Really, with the 
tenderness and all the attention they're getting, they hurt soooo good."

She sat at her computer and pulled up her email window.  I reached under 
her arms so that my forearms would lift her while my hands cupped her 
breasts.  I picked her up out of the chair and got  wide surprised eyes 
and a little squeal from her.  I sat in the chair and put her naked ass 
on my lap.  She squirmed and wriggled there when my hands went to work on 
her.  I did as much to her boobs as she had done to mine.  She was ready 
for the attention.  Her nipples grew hard under my hands and she started 
to moan a little.

My strokes went all the way down her front and I dug into the folds 
between her legs.  She was trying to compose her message, but gave up all 
pretense when my hand found her clit.  She convulsed, threw her chest 
out, rolled her head back and shook all over.  Talk about an immediate 
orgasm.

When she came down from it, she asked, "Do you know what it's like for a 
lesbian coach to watch that many girls work so hard?  Half my varsity 
contenders are going bottomless.  Imagine how much I build up.  I have to 
watch how much I show when I'm out there naked.  You're aggressiveness 
and just the right touches were all I needed.  Now c'mere so I can return 
the favor, as if you need it."

"Might have been laid already, but I can still enjoy what you do.  I want 
to see if my tongue remembers what it learned yesterday ... from you, 
Donna," I said.

She reacted to her name by pulling me out of the chair, wrapping me in a 
hug and kissing me deeply.

"I'm glad you remember to call me that, Pam.  We're so much closer this 
way," she whispered close to me.

She had me sit in the large easy chair and got to her knees in front of 
me.  Her tongue and fingers went to work and soon had me going from moans 
to gasps and then to screams.  She stopped abruptly and put her hand to 
my mouth.  Oops.  I took a mouthful of my arm to stifle any more noise 
but she didn't go back to the licking.

Adult privileges go with adult responsibilities, I suppose.  She got back 
to her email and told about it while she typed.

"Have you heard of the Sportech Company, Pam?  They're local and make 
some advanced stuff.  This is one of the few mundane, read that cheap, 
products in their line.  They call it PPF for Player and Program 
Friendly.  Their Mr. Silanski says they have all their standard sizes in 
stock, but need two days to put numbers and logos on them," she 
explained.

I told her about the competition suits that company is trying with the 
swim team and finished with, "I'll see Mr. Silanski tomorrow morning and 
make sure he got your mail."

A minute later the send button was clicked and Donna got back to more 
exciting business.  She got out of the chair, wrapped me in a hug and 
rammed her tongue down my throat.  I hugged back and swallowed the 
tongue.  I was well into the pleasure when she sat me in the chair again 
and slid down between my legs.  I kept my arm in my mouth.  No more oops 
and plenty more orgasm.

"Hey, I'm the one who needs the practice," I protested after a little 
recovery.

"Go to it," she invited as she lay back on the floor and spread her legs.

I got on my knees between her legs and bent in to start licking.  Kissing 
her legs and labia worked and so did some of the licking.  Getting my 
fingers to her vagina or ass was another story.  I needed reaching room.  
I picked her up by her legs and slung them over my shoulders.  That 
brought her pussy right to my face and it was easy to reach under her.  
I sat up straight.  That lifted her lower parts off the floor.
Donna gasped.  She must not have expected that at all.  Her head and 
shoulders were still on the floor in front of me.  The touching and 
licking got to her and her juices got to me.  The practice must be 
working since I mind the mess even less now.

Donna really got with it.  She was writhing around and bucking her hips.  
My hands couldn't help stimulate her.  They were too busy holding on and 
trying to keep her at my mouth.  My tongue was up to the job and kept 
licking her slit and clit until she climaxed.  That convulsion brought 
her whole body off the floor.  I tried to balance by leaning back but 
went too far and fell over.  Donna wound up on her knees and sitting on 
my face.  I was basically okay, but had a little trouble breathing while 
she recovered.

"Oh! Pam!  Are you alright?" she asked as she suddenly came around and 
tried to get up off me.

"I'm great.  How are you?"  I said with a lot of choking that showed how 
I really was.

She wiped us both off, tossed me a bottle of water and got one for 
herself.  I pulled her down onto my lap in the big easy chair.  As I 
hoped, she was interested in cuddling, too.  Conversation waited until 
after a few tender kisses.


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"So is Amy a good enough teacher?" she asked.  "She offered to try to 
fill you in on what you missed in eighth grade.  You're good enough to 
play anywhere, but we need another middle.  The stuff she showed you is 
even more specialized that eighth graders get.  It looked like you were 
picking it up well enough."

"I thought I saw you notice.  I'm picking up those middle hits.  The 
great sets help, too.  There are also encouraging smiles from the 
sideline," I responded.

"Those were deserved.  Isn't it time for you to get to work?" she 
observed.  "Thanks for letting me know about the uniform and showing the 
great-looking growth, Pam.  It makes a real difference for delivery."

There wasn't anything unusual on the way to the pool or on my phone.  I 
got to the pool with ten minutes to go and the Switerlitz family must 
have got there just before me.  They were inside where they could catch 
me as soon as I came in.  Mrs. Dr. Switerlitz was removing her bikini.  
Caitlin had already stripped and was prancing around and taunting Cass 
again.  Cass was pulling her bikini strings very slowly.  I'm sure she'd 
have felt better and less self-conscious without her little sister 
drawing all that attention.

"Ooh, Pam!" Cass said when she saw me, mostly to distract attention from 
herself.

"Let's swim, Cass.  Those two can take care of Pam," Mr. Dr. Switerlitz 
said and went outside to the pool.

I showed Mrs. Switerlitz to the employee lounge where we could do blood 
samples and measurements.  She brought her little black bag and Caitlin 
came along.

"Cassy's too squeamish, but I'm gonna be a doctor and I'm already 
learning," Caitlin bragged while we were on the way.

In the lounge, Dr Switerlitz instructed, "Sit there and rest your arm on 
the table, Pam.  Do you remember how to clean her, Caitlin?"

Caitlin pranced up beside me as I sat.  She took the bottle of alcohol 
and cotton ball and cleaned my arm.  She got the right place and rubbed 
hard to make the vein stand out.

"Good job, Caitlin.  You're businesslike about it.  I like that," I 
complimented.

"Do you do this kind of stuff, Pam?" the doctor asked.

"Lifeguards have a weekly training class.  We're checked out on injuries, 
the defibrillator, oxygen and starting on IVs.  Meds after that.  I'll 
have an EMT certificate by the end of the school year," I answered.

Caitlin smiled at my compliment, then watched intently when the doctor 
inserted the needle and drew a vial of blood.

"You were expecting a baseline, right?" I asked while the doctor was 
pulling out the needle.  "Might be too late.  I think I'm in a growth 
spurt already."

I flexed my chest and bounced in the chair a little to make my boobs 
jiggle.  The boobs cooperated for a change and Dr. Switerlitz got a good 
look at what I was talking about.  Caitlin made me sit still while she 
stuck a bandaid on my arm.

"Well, this is better than nothing.  We'll have to compare your hormone 
levels against averages rather than your own baseline.  Lets get some 
measurements," the doctor responded.

Dr. Switerlitz measured me all over with a tape while Caitlin wrote the 
numbers on a chart.  There's no scale around, so I told them my weight 
from a few weeks ago.

"I need to take blood and measurements every day during a spurt, 
remember?" she asked and I nodded.  "This won't take as long tomorrow.  
We'll just focus on where you're growing fastest.  Is there a scale at 
school you can use just before you come here?"

"Sure.  There's one in each locker room.  Ooh!  I just thought - Dr. 
Greenbaum took lots of blood tests last year and over the summer.  You 
might ask him if he has what you need," I suggested.

Dr. Switerlitz smiled at me and reached for her cell phone.  She had my 
doctor's number in her phone, so she could call quickly.  They spoke in 
medical terms for a while and she seemed happy with the results.  Dr. 
Greenbaum did the tests she needs and will give them in return for copies 
of this week's tests.  There was one more detail.  I had to talk to Dr. 
Greenbaum.

"Yes, I'm volunteering to help Dr. Switerlitz.  I not only agree to give 
her my records, it was my idea," I tried to smooth the process.

The trouble is that I'm only legal age for some things.  Mom has to sign 
a paper before the doctors can exchange my records.  I had to call Mom 
and she agreed to stop in at Dr. Greenbaum's office tomorrow morning.

By then it was time for me to start work.  I did chemical tests and set 
up signs for the outdoor pools.  When the other shift ended, I hopped up 
into the lifeguard chair and took over.  The crowd was about as sparse as 
yesterday with only a couple of guys who figured out when I work and 
wanted to look.  I only paid them enough attention to be sure they 
weren't in trouble in the water.

I also watched the other swimmers and that included Caitlin.  She's a 
fairly good swimmer, but made one mistake.  She was swimming underwater 
toward her Mom and sister using a breast stroke.  The pool has a pattern 
painted on the wall so swimmers can tell how close they're getting.  
Caitlin must have had her eyes closed.  She gave a powerful stroke and 
rammed her head right into the wall.  I did an entry dive from my chair 
and a few strokes to get to her.  She was still under the water holding 
her head and not doing much else.  I wrapped my arms around her and 
kicked off the bottom.  That shot me out of the water far enough to set 
Caitlin on the edge of the deck and push myself out in one motion.

Caitlin had managed to hold her breath, so she wasn't coughing or 
choking.  She was bleeding and crying, though.  Her Mom was there 
immediately and started checking the youngster out.  Caitlin had a scrape 
on her scalp and those can bleed a lot.  She looked much worse than she 
was.  The crying was a good sign that she didn't have a concussion.

"I'll be right back with the kit," I said to the doctor.

I took a quick glance around my pool.  The two people still in there were 
well behaved and good swimmers.  They were also getting out to see what 
the excitement was about.

I dashed to the first aid kit that hangs on the wall just inside the 
building.  It's in a closed white box about the size of a briefcase.  All 
the city buildings have these new kits.  They're even hanging on the wall 
in the coaches' offices at school.  They have a limited supply of creams 
and bandages for small injuries like this along with the defibrillator, 
oxygen bottle, IV tubes and heavy duty meds that EMTs learn about.  It's 
general policy that a doctor on the scene can use any of that stuff.

The box is tamper resistant in that it can't be opened while it's on its 
wall bracket.  Getting it off the bracket isn't easy.  I smacked the 
bottom of the box to knock it loose.  It popped off and rang a bell 
hidden in the bracket.  Sgt. Washington responded to that and I waved to 
him.  He came along to see what excitement could be there to entertain 
him.

Lots of people gave in to their morbid curiosity about all the blood 
running from the little girl's head.  I had to push my way through the 
crowd.  Sgt. Washington did the whole "Please stand back" thing and it 
helped.  I clued him in that the doctors are doctors and gave them the 
kit.  My pool was still open, so I started for my chair.

"Thanks, Pam.  Thanks for watching out for my sister," Cass said to me.

"It's what I do.  You're welcome.  You really do like her, don't you?" I 
responded.

"Yeah.  Love her like a sister.  Think how hard I'd smack her if I 
didn't," she joked and I laughed all the way back to my chair.

The Switerlitz family all left when Caitlin stopped bleeding.  They waved 
to me and Caitlin shouted her thanks.  Sgt Washington took care of the 
ever-present paperwork, resupplying and replacing the kit.


Chapter 9.  Tuesday Evening


That short shift ended without any more excitement and I got home at the 
normal time.  Mom had a quiche ready for supper.  I filled her in on the 
whole day.  She's still amazed at how much screwing I do.  I can tell 
that she's also proud of the outreach I do trying to get others to be 
comfortable with it all.

"How did the modeling go?  Did they get your face any?" Mom asked, 
expecting the morning session to be program oriented like I had.

"I had to make them pay attention to my pussy.  Shouldn't have.  Check 
these out and tell me which one doesn't fit," I said as I fished the CD 
out of my bag.

"I need a camera for art class Thursday and photography club Friday.  Can 
I borrow yours?" I asked.

"Oh ... umm ... I think so.  Don't take it yet.  I want to upload what's 
on it and give you some room in the memory," she answered, but it sounded 
like an excuse.

I wondered what she could have on the camera, but passed it off when the 
subject got around to tonight's meeting.

"You wanted a close look at Dan, right?  He and the O'Connells will be 
here at eight.  We have to figure out a presentation for history," I 
said.

Her eyes lit up and she suggested, "Nachos and pop?"

That's Mom.  She didn't care that we're both naked.  She only wanted to 
make my guests feel welcome and if my descriptions are accurate she 
wanted them to feel welcome to come back.  She grabbed some stuff to 
start making the nachos and I grabbed my homework.  I finished the 
history notes so I could give them back to Dan.  I also got in most of 
the reading about film cameras.  Homework was light and that made it a 
good evening for the meeting.

Dan arrived and I greeted him with a big kiss.  He was dressed like last 
night.  I started on his buttons.

"But, Pam ... your Mom," he protested.

"She's naked and really wants to see you again.  You don't get the 
history notes until I get the clothes," I went with extortion.

He finally got it about Mom and let me undress him.  I also snuggled up 
to him and did a few strokes on his dick to make sure it was up, hard and 
full sized.  Kelly and Emily walked up just then.  They were dressed, 
too, but got the message that clothes were optional.  They were even in 
the minority as long as they stayed dressed.  Kelly started right in with 
the stripping and his dick was at full attention.  Emily took her time.

Mom came in with the plate of nachos.  I made introductions.  She asked 
them all to sit and took drink orders.  The sight of her nudity must have 
made Emily feel more comfortable because she got right out of her 
clothes.  The three guests were lined up across the couch when Mom 
returned with a tray of drinks.  I was starting to sit in Dan's lap and 
he clearly liked the idea.  Mom cleared her throat pointedly as she set 
the drinks on the table.  I got the message, stood and sat in another 
chair.

"I'm sorry, Ms Fionda," Dan tried to apologize.

"That's not it, Dan.  You didn't do anything wrong and she expects us to 
do even more later.  This time I was just blocking her view," I put him 
at ease and made Mom blush through her laugh.

Mom sat in a chair opposite Dan with her own drink and asked, "Are you 
three havin' as much fun in the program as Pam is?"

"This is the best of my three times in the Program.  We get to set the 
atmosphere and expectations for the whole school.  Getting off a few 
times a day doesn't hurt either," Dan answered.

"Pam agrees that you're quite a leader and have a lot to do with the 
freshmen bein' so far ahead," Mom responded.

"I'm catching up with Pam.  Lost my virginity today and I'm getting a 
better feeling about myself," Emily said.

"You have no reason to feel any way but great about yourself.  The 
brains, brawn and beauty are getting you the attention you deserve.  Go 
with it," Mom encouraged her.

"Pam IS a lot of the fun of the Program for me," from Kelly brought a 
blush from me.

"And you gave her a fun first time.  Thanks for that," from Mom brought a 
blush from him.

"What about our history presentation?" I tried to deflect the 
conversation.

"What do you think we can do?" Emily threw it back at me.

"How about discovering clothes?  We'll start naked and freezing then get 
animal skins," I suggested.

"There could be some conflict over it," Dan said

"Yeah.  Lets have couples fight over skins to keep warm," Kelly 
contributed.

"Conflict and fighting.  Such guy things," Mom chided.

"It'll work.  One couple gets some skins and is warm.  The other couple 
sees that and try to take the skins.  The first couple tell them to get 
their own.  They do and everyone learns," I said

"Neat.  We have some bearskin rugs complete with heads," Dan offered.  
"What?  Okay, so we hunt."

"We'll put clay on some bats for clubs," Emily suggested, still teasing 
Dan with a `shame on you' look..

"Wait, no ... not ... not my bats," Kelly started to protest, but the 
rest of us just smiled at him.  "Okay.  My bats.  Pam, can you try to 
write out a script?"

"Okay, but there won't be much dialog beyond the grunts," I said.

"Lets meet at my place Thursday night.  I'll have the rugs cleaned and 
ready for rehearsal," Dan offered.

That went on a little farther, but the nachos got some interest once the 
important step was out of the way.  We soon got to the other thing on our 
minds.

"Now about English class," Kelly started.

"That bitch is a walking Program violation," Emily was 
uncharacteristically outspoken and even Mom noticed.

"We could have them make her strip," Dan contributed from his experience.

"She could get revenge in the grading, it's so subjective anyway," Mom 
warned.

"She has to be caught so she doesn't notice who complains," I said.

That discussion ran out with the nachos and didn't reach any conclusion.  
It did started me scheming.  I'll just have to be ready when I get a 
chance.

Kelly and Emily thanked Mom for the refreshments and started to dress.  
Mom smiled and invited them back any time.  After they had gone she 
cleaned up the plates and glasses.

"Now I know what Pam was gushing about this morning.  You two have fun," 
she said gazing at Dan's crotch.

"I scream.  You might have to hold your ears," I warned her.

"Like mother, like daughter," she said with a sly wink.

Dan got it - Mom's green light to fuck her daughter's brains out.  He 
scooped me up and carried me to bed without another word.  Of course a 
word from him would have been difficult with my tongue in his mouth like 
that.  I held on and held the liplock all the way upstairs.  The big guy 
carried me with one hand and ran the other one all over my front.  He 
dwelled on my chest a lot more than last night.

The lube jelly jar was still there on the table.  When I opened it, I 
found that it wasn't the same jar of jelly.  Mom had reloaded me with my 
own new, full jar of the stuff.  Now just what could she have in mind?  
Probably the same thing Dan and I were thinking.

He lay on the bed while I spread the jelly on him.  His cock twitched and 
dripped.  It was really ready.  He got me ready with the jelly and my own 
juices.  His fingers worked in and around my vagina until I was slimy, 
running wet and swollen.  That had me wriggling and thrusting against his 
hand and wanting to do that against his big cock.

He lay back and I straddled him on my knees.  I had myself nibbling at 
him and pressing farther down on him with each try.  I went slowly.  It 
felt good and I didn't want anything to hurt.  He finally slid all the 
way in.  I put my hand above my mound and felt the bulge of him sliding 
in and out.  That was almost as big a thrill as the constant stimulation.  
Every time I rose up or lowered down, my spot and my clit felt everything 
they could.

He helped with hands to my boobs.  No other boy had worked with them that 
way and they really felt great.  I looked at what he was doing with them.  
He had two real handfuls and was squeezing and rubbing them.  They hurt 
sooo good.

The sensations were getting to me so much that I couldn't stay up on my 
knees.  I stretched out on top of him.  That let my hips wriggle back and 
forth with each stroke.  I could also kiss him.  His tongue brought more 
of the sensations.  He was in me at both ends and I loved it.  He had to 
stop with my boobs, though.  He held me around my back, shoulders and 
neck, squeezing me and rubbing in time with my rhythm.

I don't know when the screams started, but I do know they didn't stop 
until I had three orgasms and he finally had his.  We lay there, me on 
top and him in me, until his cock got soft enough to pop out by itself.  
I loved that, too - just cuddling.

"Those breasts are really getting hot, Pam.  I couldn't keep my hands off 
them.  How do they feel?" he asked.

"They're starting to feel big and jiggly.  They're supposed to be that 
way and I'm ready for all nature's gonna give me.  They're tender, 
though.  You make them hurt sooo good.  You can do anything you want with 
them, `cause I know you want to do sexy things," I told him.

He slid me off him so I was between his side and his arm, still cuddling.  
I kissed his face, ear and neck on the way by.

"You have such a nice Mom.  I like her," he said.

"She knows nice boys when she meets them.  She doesn't bullshit.  She 
likes you - a lot," from me made him smile.

"See what a hot girl with a nice Mom can do to a nice boy?" he said 
pointing to his cock.

It was hard again and we were both happy about that.  I told him to get 
on top because I liked how he does it to me.  He obliged.  He used plenty 
of jelly and got me really ready when he put it on.  I spread wide and 
even brought my knees up by my shoulders.  That helped him get in more 
easily.  It only took a few seconds before he was thrusting hard enough 
to shake me all over.  I wrapped my legs around him and let his ass rub 
my inner thighs.

"Ooh.  They shake," he said looking at my boobs.

He lay all his weight on me and reached between us to hold my boobs.  Our 
faces came together again, so his tongue did more in my mouth.  Those and 
the continuous sensation of his big cock on my spot and clit sent me over 
and kept me there.  All I could do was scream and I wasn't paying 
attention to that.  It went on seemingly forever, but he finally came.  I 
couldn't tell how deep or hard he thrust when he climaxed because I was 
totally caught in my own continuous orgasm.  He kept going as long as he 
stayed in me and I kept going right with him.

It finally ended and we cuddled quietly some more.  Isn't he great?  He 
even cuddles!  As soon as I could, I snuggled tight and gave him a stream 
of kisses.  That must be how he knew I'd recovered.  He picked me up, set 
me on my feet and led me to the shower.  It was just a shower this time.  
Neither of us needed any more.  I didn't need to, but I gave him kisses 
to show my appreciation.

We went downstairs with our arms around each other.  Our lips found each 
other, his hand found my boob and my hand found his ass.  We just kept 
our grip when Mom brought in some filled glasses.

"Here, kids.  Sports drink.  Just the thing after so much exercise.  It's 
a little slimy, too.  Just the thing for your throat after yellin', 
cheerin' ... or screamin'," she offered.

Dan sat on the couch opposite her and I sat beside him.  There was no way 
I'd spoil Mom's view of the softer side of Dan.  It's as thrilling as his 
erection.  He also thrills with that hand running up my leg.

"Isn't she the most awesome girl ever," he said and made me blush.

"Yep, and she deserves an awesome guy like you, Dan.  You're great for 
her," made him blush.

He got kisses for that and I got my boob grabbed again.  We finished our 
drinks in a few minutes and he left.  I went to say goodnight to Mom.  
She gave me a big hug and kiss that said `congratulations' more than it 
said `goodnight.'

I finished my reading for art, then doodled with some rules for strip 
chess.  When I had most of the things figured out, I typed them into the 
computer and printed them out.  Strip chess is gonna be fun.





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