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Sam - Part 13

by Samantha K
(FF, MF, tort, exhib, size, viol)
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The morning sun was reflecting off the cheval mirror in the
corner of the room next to the window.  It cast a bright,
shimmering spot of light on the wall next to the bed.

I stretched languidly.  I felt wonderful.  There's nothing like a
good night's sleep to recharge your batteries.  I turned over to
find Neeka nose to nose with me.  As I looked into her sleeping
face, I though it was the most beautiful sight I could have asked
to see the first thing in the morning.  As soon as I thought it,
she smiled and her lovely green eyes flicked open.

"Thank you," I heard in my head, followed by a flood of love.

She put her arms around me and kissed me.  We lay there, lip to
lip, our arms and legs twined around each other as we tried to
top each other with different ways of visualizing how much we
loved each other.  

As much fun as it is to explore your lover's body, it is a
thousand times as enjoyable to explore their mind.  When you
touch someone, you have to wonder if it feels as good to them as
it does to you.  You try to express your feelings, but you never
know if what they are really thinking is what you are thinking,
or even what you think they are thinking.  If that even makes any
sense.

When you can reach out and bond your mind to another, to feel
what they feel, to hear their thoughts, to experience their
reactions as though they were your own, then you have truly
achieved intimacy.  I think that is impossible to do that without
having or finding unconditional love.  When you are mind to mind,
you cannot hide, you cannot lie, you cannot fake it.  You will
either love or hate the other person.  We were lucky.  We had
love.

We hugged tightly and rolled across the bed in each other's arms,
twisting the sheets into a knot around our legs.  That is when I
noticed that Bambi was missing from her own bed.

"She's off getting you something to wear to school," Neeka said.
"She woke up earlier, while you were still snoring away"

"I do not!"

"You do too!  I have a witness.   And I told her that you had
promised to wear a sexy outfit for Polly today.  I told her you
would probably want to wear something that let your bells swing
freely so people would hear it and it would draw attention. 
She's up in your room putting together an outfit that will be
acceptable school clothes and still be as sexy as the law allows.
 She was so excited at the challenge that she ran out of here
without a stitch on."

"Suppose I wanted to keep the bells a secret?"

"What were you planning to do in the showers after Gym? 
Band-aids over both nipples?"

"Tee hee!  I hadn't thought about that.  You're right.  They
won't be a secret for very long, so it's better to show them
off."

"Speaking of showing off   are you going to show me your clit?"

"Sure.  I haven't even looked at it good myself, yet."

We unwound ourselves from the sheets and I sat back up against
the pile of pillows and pulled my nightgown up over my waist so
Neeka could lie between my legs and get a really close look.  As
my knees spread apart, my outer lips opened and my completely
uncovered clit was exposed.  So we could both get the best view,
I put the soles of my feel together and pulled my knees as far
apart as they go, almost a 180 degree split.  This flattened my
mons and my outer lips, throwing the long bump that was my clit
into sharp relief.

"Wow!" Neeka said.  Her warm, soft breath felt like a strong
breeze on my exposed organ.  "I never realized how long they were
under that layer of skin."

"This one gets bigger," I said.

"Yeah.  You've thought about how you used it on Jolene a couple
of times.  I'm sorry I missed that.  I was busy getting fucked
long, hard, and deep at the time.  Does it really get as big as
your memory says?  Or is that just wishful thinking?"

"Oh it was real.  Just ask Jolene.  I think I can get it up to
three inches if I get really turned on and I put my mind to it."

"Well, that would certainly be big enough for most purposes." 
Like me, she got busy thinking about what purposes those might
be.  She had some ideas that I hadn't thought of.  As they went
through her mind, I saw them and my clit started to grow in
response.  We started a feedback loop that, if we let it go on,
would be difficult to stop.

"OK," she said, regretfully. "We will explore this at greater
length later on."

"You want to see it get big."

"I want to see it get huge.  I want you to put it in me like you
put it in Jolene and I want to see your face when you cum with
your clit in my pussy.  I do want to do that, yes, I do."

"Ooooo, stop!  You're making me have baaaad thoughts.  If you
don't quit, I will get really horny and my clit will get stiff
and I will force your legs apart and I will shove my stiff clit
in you and fuck you until you scream."

"Eeeeeeeeeek!  I'm screaming already!"

"And I'm getting hot.  We really better stop this.  We don't want
to be late for school."

"Speak for yourself.  I have World History with Mr. Smith first
period.  He's got the most monotonous speaking voice.  And he
talks just faster than I can take notes."

"I guess I'm lucky.  We never know if Mr. Turner will blow
something up in first period Physics.  There is a lot of
suspense, and you have to pay close attention or you could get
hit with shrapnel."

"That would kind of keep you awake, all right," she agreed.

"Anyway, I have chores to do," I said, closing my legs and
rolling to the edge of the bed.  I slid off and checked the clock
on the bedside table.  I had time enough to go feed my dog.

 "Let me feed him!"  She said, eagerly.  "I want him to get to
know me."

"OK, go ahead."  I told her the routine, where the food was, how
to be sure to wash his bowls before filling them, and everything.
 Almost everything.

"Be careful not to get caught in a position where he can sneak up
on you.  That's what happened to me.  He crept up on me and put
his cold, wet nose into the crack of my ass.  It scared the
bejeebers out of me."

"I'll be careful," she said, giggling at how I had been surprised
by Brute.

Neeka jumped off the bed and dashed out of the room with her
short nightgown flapping on her butt.

When she had gone, I climbed the stairs to my own room.  Bambi
had my clothes all laid out on my bed.  As Neeka had suggested,
she had picked out something that wouldn't muffle my little
bells.  The top was a bright green and blue cross between a shawl
and a serape that was designed to be worn off the shoulder on one
side.  It was made of two layers of a sheer fabric stitched
together so that there was a lot of bunching, which would hide
the sheerness to some degree.  It was feather-light and would
ride the tops of my breasts and drape lightly so my bells would
be hidden, but still be free to swing and ring.

The skirt was a solid aqua that went perfectly with the top.  It
was really short; just a foot-wide band of stretchy material that
would ride very low on my hips and come down only a couple of
inches below my crotch.  Bambi had laid out a choice of underwear
for me   a pink g-string that would show my butt if I bent over
or if I let the skirt ride up in back, and a more modest pair of
high cut yellow panties that would show nothing but a flash of
color if I was careless.

The shoes were green, to match the top.  They were open-toe with
as moderate a heel as I could expect.  Apparently Bambi had
learned from my near-catastrophe with the tall mules that I had
little experience with heels and she had taken pity on me. 
Otherwise, the outfit really called for some tall, butt-rolling
heels that would get every part of me moving when I walked.

I could hardly wait to put it on and I threw off my nightgown and
ran to the bathroom to jump in the shower.

The hot water rolling down my stomach and over my newly-exposed
clit was an interesting experience.  At first, I couldn't touch
it at all.  Just the sensation of the hot water running across it
was enough to make my legs weak.  When I got used to that I
dripped soap from the washcloth down my stomach so I could feel
the soap bubbles bumping into it.  It was all I could do to keep
the soap moving and not linger in that spot.  I wondered what was
going to happen when I got in the shower with a bunch of
scrub-happy girls after Gym.

While toweling off, I ran the towel gingerly between my legs and
again got a thrill from the texture of the cloth.  It seemed that
I was going to have to learn to live with being strongly
stimulated by anything coming near my clit from now on.  That was
a prospect that somehow failed to fill me with anything but eager
anticipation.

When I finally managed to keep from intentionally or accidentally
stimulating my clit, I was able to finish my hair and get my
clothes on.  The g-string just covered the top of my mons and was
tight enough to be stretched across and just out of reach of my
clit.  If I got turned on, it would be rubbing right on my
hotspot.

I dashed downstairs as quickly as I could in the shoes.  I
managed not to trip or fall over, though.  I supposed they were
intended to be training-shoes for girls like me.

When I arrived in the breakfast room, Bambi came out of the
kitchen to see how I looked in her selection of clothes.  I
modeled as best as I could and when she saw that I was unsteady
she gave me a couple of tips on how to stand and walk in them.  I
paid close attention, but I was listening for the approach of a
pair of bare feet.

When Bambi told me to sit down and turned back to the kitchen to
get me a plate, I said, "Just wait a second.  I think something
interesting is going to be coming through the back door any time
now."

We only had a little while longer than I expected before the door
opened and Neeka slumped in.  Her hair was a wreck and matted in
spots with dog-drool.  Her hands, elbows and knees were deeply
grass-stained.  Her short nightgown was twisted and pulled off of
one shoulder and her fingernails were caked with dirt.

"My goodness, Monique!" Bambi exclaimed.  "What have you been
doing?"

Neeka glared at me and I laughed out loud at her wretched state.


She straightened her gown and said, "I went out to feed the dog.
 I tried to play with him like Sam did, but he plays rough!"

"You look like one of the toys we used to get for him," Bambi
said, trying not to laugh too much.  "After ripping them to
shreds, he would bury them in the woods."

"He tried to do the same to me!" Neeka said.  "After dragging me
all over the yard, he took me to a soft spot between the trees
and started digging a hole.  It was all I could do to get away
from him before he covered me up.  He still knocked me down twice
before I could get up the steps and out of his reach."

"I may have spoiled him," I admitted.  I let him get rough with
me and now he thinks he can do it with everyone.  If you go out
there again, maybe you should take a lifeguard, just in case you
need someone to dig you up when he's finished playing with you."

Neeka put her fists on her hips and sent me a few choice images
that I won't bother to describe to show me how she felt about the
inadequate warning I had given her about the risks of playing
with an animal the size of Brute.  When she ran out of
nasty-grams, she flounced out of the room and went upstairs to
try and scrub some of the dirt off.

Bambi waited until we heard the faint whine of the small elevator
going up to the second floor before making any comment.

"You scamp!  You set her up!"

"Guilty as charged.  But she wanted to imitate me and I thought
letting her do this would be more effective than arguing to show
her that sometimes that's not a good idea.  We talked before
about how her trying to keep up with me might not be too smart. 
I had the idea that she might still thinking that she could try
to match me.  This may make her think twice before doing it in a
situation where that might get her hurt.  Brute can be rough, but
he wouldn't really hurt her.  Anyway, I think she enjoyed playing
with him more than she let on."

We both managed to stop laughing at how funny Neeka looked long
enough to eat the delicious breakfast casserole that Bambi had
made.

"This is wonderful!" I told her.  "But how did you have time to
cook this?  Surely you didn't get up that early."

"That's one of the secrets that I've been learning about cooking.
 Casseroles are better if you make them the day before and heat
them up at the last minute.  It gives the flavors a chance to
blend together."

I had been almost sure that she had got up and started cooking in
the middle of the night.  Now, I was glad that she was learning
some shortcuts and time saving techniques, in addition to how to
scallop potatoes and fricassee chicken.  It was hard to complain
about the effort she put into things when they came out this
good.

"I'm being spoiled," I said.  "I love it, though."

She kissed my cheek and then automatically checked to see if she
had got lipstick on me.  I let her rub without mentioning that
she wasn't wearing any.  She looked great without it.  Without
makeup, she looked like a fresh-faced girl with rosy cheeks and
naturally red lips.

"Where are the guys?" I asked. I thought they might be late for
school if they didn't get down pretty quick.

"Oh, they've eaten already and gone back upstairs to get ready. 
They'll be along any minute.  Monique is the one who is running
late.  Do you suppose she needs a hand?"

I didn't need to suppose.  Neeka had showered, but had to give up
scrubbing all the green stain off her knees and was just now
pulling on a pair of raggedy jeans to hide them.  She needed a
swipe of deodorant and a top   no the one with the long sleeves,
you didn't get your elbows clean either   and she'd be racing
down the stairs with her sandals in her hand.

Bambi made her a sandwich made by spreading some of the casserole
between two pieces of toast.  She put that and a small bottle of
juice into a paper bag for Neeka to take along.  I was impressed
at her ability to improvise to keep us fed.  When Neeka came
through, Bud and Jim were with her.

"Walking or riding today?" Bud asked.  I wanted to follow up with
him about my talk with Joey Valdes, but I knew Neeka would want
to discuss her backyard adventure at greater length.

"Riding.  I'll catch you on the way home, unless you want to have
lunch with a bunch of girls."  

His face started to fall at that suggestion, no doubt a holdover
from his prepubescent days when girls were 'icky'.  But when it
occurred to him that he probably knew the girls in question, and
rather intimately at that, he broke into a smile and nodded.

"Sure!  See you at lunch."

Jim kissed Neeka goodbye, his hands giving her rear a little
friendly massage.  I kissed Bud so as not to be standing around
leering at Jim and Neeka.  Neeka kissed Bambi. I kissed Jim.  Bud
kissed Bambi, so Jim did too.  Then Bambi kissed me and I kissed
Neeka.  We damn near started the whole thing over again, but
somehow we managed to get out the door and head for school.

Neeka and I headed for her car, which was still parked at her
house.  On the way, she let me have it with both barrels.

"That was a dirty trick, to set me up like that," she said,
swatting me on the arm to show she was serious.

"You're right.  I apologize.  But you wanted to play with the big
dog...."

"Yes, I did.  But I didn't get to play with him.  He played with
me.  I felt like a toy when he grabbed my leg and dragged me into
the woods."

"He wouldn't have hurt you.  He's a big pussycat."

"Well...but it was just so...humiliating."

"Oh, dry up.  I know you had fun."

Neeka giggled, "I suppose.  And you're right, I wasn't afraid he
would hurt me.  In fact, it was kind of fun being at his mercy
like that.  Kind of like I was being kidnapped by a nasty beast
to be dragged off and held for ransom."

"But not buried like a bone?"

"No, that was a bit much.  But next time I'm going to wear a pair
of old jeans and a t-shirt I don't care about."

"Next time?"

"Yeah, well....  Next time I will pay more attention to what
you're not saying."

"And?"

"And I'll have backup close by, in case things get out of hand."

"Good.  Backup is a good thing to have."

"OK, OK!  I get the point.  You don't have to rub it in."

We got in her car and she drove off toward school.  It was a
couple of blocks later that she brought up something else.  I
only got a glimpse of it before she spoke.

"Let me ask you something.  I've been thinking about how we're
practically living in each other's skin and well...have you and
Jim been screwing at all?"

"Not since you started dating him.  Why?"

"Because it's OK with me if you do."

"What brought this on?" I asked.  This was a new development.  If
she'd been thinking about this, it wasn't when she was around me,
or maybe yesterday while I was out of range or unconscious.

"Well, it just seems that since we're so close and all then it
just seems strange to draw a line and say you can't sleep with
Jim."

"I see.  If we share our heads, why not share boyfriends?"

"Yah.  It's confusing.  We have sex with each other.  We have sex
with Bambi, but we stop at the boys?  I think it will be better
if we share everything.  We will anyway, unless one of us goes
across town to get laid."

"That's a good point.  We'll have to discuss this with Bud,
though.  I can't speak for him.  He and Jolene have something
private going."

"Yeah, I picked up on your status as sex-surrogate.  She trusts
you as much as I do."

"You don't trust me.  You know me.  Trust implies faith."

"True.  I know almost every thought that goes through your head.
It's endlessly fascinating, by the way."

"I'm glad I'm so entertaining."

"That, too.  But I mean we're as close as any two people could
possibly be.  I can't be mad at you.  I can't be jealous of you.
I can't even work up a mild dislike for you."

"Thank you."

"No, silly.  I mean it's just not possible.  If you did anything
that might offend me I would know exactly why and how you felt
about it.  I would understand completely, and then I would feel
the same way, so it's not possible for me to be mad at you for
any reason."

"You just thought of this?"

"You know it," she said with a grin.  I knew she was about to
yank my chain.

"Yes, I do.  This is why we don't talk much.  I know you know
what I'm thinking before I even think it!"

"I knew that, too."

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"  I let out a throaty scream of frustration.

"Yeah.  It's like two Grand Masters playing chess.  Each knows
the moves the other will make and how they will respond to each
move.  So they just stare at the board for a few minutes until
they both come to the same conclusion about who would win and
declare the game over without moving a piece."

"Good description.  Keep talking about chess and I might forget
how horny I am."  I hadn't got my dose of male hormones yet
today, and it was getting that 'needy' feeling again.  Even
though I had such an intense time in the dungeon the day before,
I still hadn't had a dose of cum for almost 24 hours.  I was
beginning to feel the itch between my legs that meant I would
have to go back to my schedule of masturbating every couple of
hours to keep my sanity.

"If you're that hot, there is something I've always heard about,
but never seen anyone do," she said with an interesting tone in
her voice.  "That is, if you're up for it."

I laughed.  The idea that there was something I might not do if I
was hot enough struck me as funny, too.  I tried not to peek into
her head to find out what she was about to suggest.

"OK, I'm interested.  What is it that you think is so nasty?"

We were coming up the street beside the student parking lot.  She
turned in and pulled into a spot between two other cars that was
much further from the building than she had to park.  After she
turned off the engine, she shifted the floor-mounted gearshift
into fourth gear, which I thought was odd.

"Will you fuck my car?" she asked.

"Right!  And how do I do that?  Crawl underneath?  That's not
nasty, it's just dirty."

"No, right here.  Fuck the gearshift."

I was instantly captivated by the idea.  It was a mostly public
place, but it was not entirely certain that someone would be near
enough to see me.  The gearshift was a good size and shape and it
was covered in simulated leather that looked like it would feel
nice inside me.  I was hot, and getting hotter by the second as I
thought about doing what she asked.

"OK," I said.  "This will have to be a quickie, though.  We don't
have a lot of time.  But I do need to get off."  I was still
talking myself into it as I slid my g-string down my legs.

Neeka scooted over onto the far edge of her seat to give me room
to swing my leg over onto her side of the transmission hump.  I
had to bend backwards to get lined up with the console, and if I
had been any taller, I probably couldn't have done it without
banging my head on the dome light.  With my legs straddling the
transmission, I was in the perfect position and I had no trouble
lowering down onto the shifter.  It was even angled just right
for my anatomy.  My tight skirt rode up off my butt and bunched
up around my middle as I slid downward.

Neeka watched closely as I impaled myself on the car.  She looked
back and forth between my pussy and my face.  She seemed to find
both equally interesting.

The feeling of the shifter penetrating me was nice.  It was the
thickness of a nice big cock and long enough to fill up my vagina
and just brush my cervix.  I was able to settle down and sit on
the brushed chrome of the console with the thing fully inside
me.

The real thrill was having an audience.  Sex in a group was one
thing, I enjoyed that quite a bit, but this was just me having
fun with someone else doing nothing but watching, and that was a
real turn-on.  The possibility of being seen by someone passing
by the car was highly exciting, too.

I was just sitting there, getting used to the sensations and
savoring the situation when Neeka asked, "So, how is it?  Is my
car a good lay?"

"Oh, yes," I assured her.  "It's nice and hard.  It's just the
perfect size, kind of like Steve's cock, but harder, and the
texture is very nice.  Your car feels good in my hot pussy."

I leaned back as far as I could and put a hand on each of the
headrests to brace against.  Then I pushed up with my legs and
started to fuck the car in full view of Neeka and the entire
school.  Neeka was right.  This was very nasty and one hell of a
turn-on.  Anyone seeing me would think I was a horny slut with an
insatiable sex drive, a hot cootch and the morals of a mink. 
Basically, they would have me pegged to a T.

Bouncing up and down like that made my little bells ring
continuously.  Neeka tugged on my top and pulled it up around my
neck so my breasts would be clearly visible through the
windshield.  I wanted to take it off.  I wished I had got totally
naked before I started this, but I was too involved now and
stopping was out of the question.

I was pumping as hard as I could, and desperate for a climax,
when Neeka said, "Oh, look.  Here comes someone.  I think it's
Angie Leonard from your Gym class.  Should I call her over? 
Would you like to say hello?"

"OH!  Oh, yes!  Call her over.  Let her see what a slut I am,
fucking a gearshift right here in the parking lot.  OHHH!  YES! 
I'm cumming!"

My orgasm was everything I could have wanted it to be and then
some.  The main feeling was one of incredible relief from the
sexual tension that had been building up in me.  I also felt a
wonderful feeling of accomplishment at having done something that
had been just an urban legend to that point.  Lastly, I had the
satisfaction of seeing Neeka get as turned on as I had been when
I climbed onto that nice hard stick.

That nice hard stick stayed nice and hard, even as I was relaxing
and going soft.  I was going to have to climb back off the thing
shortly, but I needed to rest just a few seconds before I did.  I
started by adjusting my top so that it again draped over the
front of my breasts, making me presentable again   from the waist
up, anyway.

At that moment, the passenger door opened and Angie stuck her
head in.  I hadn't really believed in Angie when Neeka told me
she was coming over, I thought it was something she invented to
help me get off.  I heard Neeka snort as I tried to pull my skirt
down in a vain attempt to hide from Angie the fact that I had a
gearshift stuck up my puss.

"Hi, Sam.  I thought that was you.  I heard you promise Polly
that you would wear something really...what are you doing?"

She was looking at my nakedness below the bunched-up skirt.  She
hadn't twigged to the fact that the car was a straight-drive and
I was sitting smack on the slotted grid labeled R-1-2-3-4.  She
stared like something had her puzzled and she couldn't look away
until she figured it out.  Since there wasn't anything I could do
about it, I waited patiently for the metaphorical lightbulb to
appear over her head.  Angie may not have been the sharpest knife
in the drawer, but she had a good imagination.

"Oh my God!"  She said, in a voice way louder than was necessary.
 Before she could say anything else, I grabbed her arm and pulled
her into the car.  With the three of us in there, it was crowded,
even if I was straddling the center console.

"Shut the door and shut up," I told her.  "I just got really hot
and I had to do something about it.  You've never had an itch you
just had to scratch?"

"Uh.  Well, I guess so," she confessed.  She looked like there
was a story there, but she was too embarrassed to go into any
details.  Not that this was the time for it.  "Are you really on
the shifter?  I mean, you're not pulling a trick or anything?"

"Yes.  I'm really on it.  It's in all the way.  Actually, it
feels pretty damn good, but the bell is about to ring and I need
to off of it now.  I need you to help.  My legs got all wobbly
doing this and I can't push off."

Actually, I could have got off easily, but I needed to enlist
Angie on my side in this so she would be less inclined to run
blabbing the story to anyone who would listen.  Pretending to
need her help was the easiest way to get her involved.  I decided
to see how involved I could get her.

"Look, Angie.  I don't expect you to pick me up.  But I need you
to make sure that the shifter comes out all the way when I get
up.  Otherwise I will just come right back down onto it again and
I will be right back where I started.  Understand?"

"Unhunh!"  I doubted that she did, but she seemed eager to become
a participant in the adventure, even if it was a little after the
fact.

"OK, then here's what you do   when I move up, I want you to grab
the shifter and slide your hand up with me until I'm off and then
keep your hand over the top so I miss it coming down.  Got it?"

"Unhunh!"

Bless her, she had signed on for the duration.  I think I could
have told her to lick my clit to keep me wet and she would have
agreed just as enthusiastically and then done the best job she
could.

I made a bigger than necessary production of lifting my ass off
the console.  As soon as base of the shifter came into view,
Angie put her hand around it, pressing her thumb right on my
swollen and very sensitive clit in the process.  My flinching
wasn't in any way fakery on my part.

When she saw I was having trouble, she put her other hand under
my ass and tried to give me as much support as she could, given
the awkward position we were all in.  I let her help me as much
as she wanted and when I was high enough to clear the shifter,
she helped me back down again, removing her hand from my butt at
the last second and releasing her protective grip on the top of
the knob.

Angie stared at her hand.  It was covered with my juice from
contact with my pussy and from holding the gearshift.  I watched
curiously as she slowly moved the hand toward her face, first
wrinkling her nose at the smell and then tentatively sticking her
little tongue out to take a taste from the back of her tongue. 
She must have decided she liked my flavor, because she didn't
make a face and she even smiled when she realized that both Neeka
and I were watching her.

"Thank you, Angie.  You're a lifesaver!"  I said.

Someone was going to have to move before I could get out of the
car.  I expected it would be Angie, but she seemed fascinated by
the gooey gearshift and not inclined to budge.  I didn't need a
psychic link to know what she was thinking.

"Would you like to try it, Angie?" I asked.  "Would you like to
have this in your pussy?  It feels really good.  It's nice and
big and hard and just perfect for fucking."

Angie had her shorts and panties halfway off before I managed to
close my mouth.  She had made up her mind to join the club and
she was going right ahead with it.  I hoped that I hadn't started
something that someone would regret.

We had a hard time changing places in the front seat, but it was
a lot of fun trying to squirm past each other.  Angie seemed to
be trying to make it harder than it really needed to be.  She
practically jumped into my lap and forced me to spin around to
change placed with her.  I noticed that she had begun to breathe
hard and her hands were fluttering like she couldn't control
them.

Angie wasn't a lot taller than me, and she was a lot narrower in
the chest, so she was able to climb over the gearshift almost as
easily as I was.  Her determination showed in her face as she
positioned her legs and started to lower herself onto the
gearshift.  She stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth and
worked it around as though that was one of the essential
techniques in the process.  It was all both Neeka and I could do
not to laugh out loud at the sight of a girl who was determined
to do something truly nasty wiggle her tongue around.

When she got her pussy in the right position, she pushed forward
and down on the top of the knob.  The look on her face was one of
the most erotic things I have ever seen.  Pure lust,
determination, joy, then surprise at the feeling of the knob
sliding inside her little opening.  Her eyes went wide open and
her mouth made an 'o' when she felt the hard stick slide into
her.  I saw her abdomen convulse and decided to give her some
coaching.

"That's it Angie.  You're doing good.  Just relax.  Try not to
tense up.  Just let it come on in.  That's it.  That's fine, now.
 A little further.  Just a bit more.  Good girl!"

The encouragement seemed to help.  She relaxed and just let
herself take the gearshift until it hit bottom with her ass only
a couple of inches off the console.  When she felt the top of the
knob hit her cervix, she climaxed immediately.  From the way her
mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back, I knew that was the
first time she had ever had anything that deep.

Neeka and I both put our hands under her butt to keep her from
going down too far and hurting herself.  She would need a lot
more practice before she could handle large things in her
inexperienced pussy.  Still, I thought, I had to hand it to the
girl.  She hadn't been the least afraid to try it out.

Angie squirmed uncontrollably, and I had to take most of her
weight.  She shook like she was being electrocuted; with her
mouth open and her eyes rolling around like loose marbles in her
head.  I wondered if this wasn't her first 'real' orgasm.  I
remembered when I used to rub my groin on a pillow and give
myself a mini-climax   I thought that was 'it'.  I smiled as I
recalled the difference it made having a big cock in me when I
came.  It was like night and day.  This seemed to be like that
for Angie and I was suddenly very glad I was there to see it.

She was still shaking when I lifted her off the shifter and
pulled her into my lap.  I held her and let her rest her head on
my shoulder until she could get control of her body again.  While
I waited, she turned her head and kissed me on the lips.  I
kissed back, as tenderly as I could and after some nice relaxed
smooching and a little tongue to tongue tango, she sighed deeply
and nestled her head back on my shoulder.  Out of the blue, I
started rocking her like a baby, holding her in my arms without
thinking how to explain my ability to cradle and rock someone who
weighed more than I did.

Neeka looked at the two of us and said privately, "That is sooooo
sweet!  I think you've made a new best friend, Sam.  Angie will
remember this forever as one of the best sexual experiences of
her life."

"You don't think I took advantage, do you?"

"Nooo, not at all.  She was obviously ripe for an adventure like
this.  She didn't hesitate a second.  You didn't even have to
work very hard to talk her into it.  I think she would have
suggested it even if you hadn't teased her."

Angie recovered after a bit more rocking.  Or at least she tried
to make us think she did.  When I backed out of the car, she had
to climb out and lean on it with me supporting her before she was
able to pull her panties and shorts back on.  She still clung to
me afterward, making it tough for me to work my g-string back on
with one hand.

Once we were all as presentable as we were likely to get without
spending ten minutes in the girls restroom, we picked up our
books and bags and purses and headed for the building.  Angie
hadn't said anything, but she had a grip on my hand that told me
I was the most important person in her life at the moment.

I thought I would have trouble getting my hand back when we
arrived at the crowd of kids waiting for the bell to ring, but
she surprised me.  She let go before I did and she leaned forward
and gave me a quick kiss.

"See you in Gym," she said firmly, but with a slight break in her
voice.  

I nodded and she walked off to stand with some of her friends.  I
kept an eye on her, but there was no excited talking or pointing
or furtive glances in my direction, so I thought she either
planned to keep the incident to herself or she was still too
stunned to talk about it.

It was only when the bell rang that she glanced in my direction
and, seeing me looking at her, smiled and waved to me before
going off to her homeroom.



I hadn't worked out my story explaining the bells hanging from my
nipples yet.  I was going to do that on the way to school, but
Neeka had distracted me and that was much more interesting than
working out a plausible explanation for how I got myself pierced
without being able to say where it was done or by whom.

It wasn't a surprise when I started getting stares.  I had gotten
used to that and I thought everyone who thought they needed to
ogle my figure had had a chance to do so by now.  Now I had
another good reason, but no way to explain it without outright
lying or being so evasive that I would cause suspicion.

Eventually, someone worked up the courage to ask me about them. 
It started pretty much as I expected, with a friend.  In this
case, Sara Henderson, who approached me in front of my locker as
I was stashing my Physics textbook and lab workbook.

"Hi, Sam.  How are you?"

"Good, Sara.  Did you have a nice weekend?"

"Not as good as last weekend, but pretty good.  So tell me, is it
me, or do you hear bells too?"

"Why whatever are you talking about?  I don't hear any bells."  I
knew I wasn't going to get away with that.  I couldn't move
without making the bells ring.  Anyone who got within four feet
of me could not help but hear them.  Still, I couldn't resist
teasing her.

Bold as usual, she reached out and tapped the hanging drape of my
top just below my right breast.  The bell hanging there rang out
with its beautiful tiny note.

"Oh, that bell!"

She couldn't resist.  She tapped the other one.

"Oh, those bells!  OK, you got me.  I hear them too."

"So, are you going to let me see them, or what?"

The hall was crowded, so I turned half into my open locker and
Sara stood on my other side with her bookbag over her shoulder,
keeping the casual observers away.  I lifted my top and let her
see one of the piercings.  The ring was perfectly placed, right
in the meat of my areola and just slightly higher than the center
of my nipple so that it hung flat against my breast. The man who
did it was a cruel lunatic, but a perfectionist.  If he poked a
hole in you, it was right where it should be.  The short chain
hung from the bottom of the ring about an inch, just far enough
to dangle below my puffy areola and ring whenever I moved.  I
could have taped them down, or worn a bra over them, but that had
seemed kind of ungrateful, so I had chosen to let them ring and
explain when I had to.  Now I had to.

"Oh, it's darling!  Is that real silver?"

"That's what he said."

"It's beautiful.  Where did you have it done?"

"A little place near downtown."

"What's the name of the place?  Not that Mom would ever let me do
something like that."

"Ah, it didn't really have a name, it was just this guy's garage.
 It's gone now.  The cops shut him down.  He won't be doing any
more piercings."  Or brandings, or hoodectomies, or worse, thank
goodness.  But I was skating on thin ice here.  Anyone who
watched the news could put two and two together might be able to
blow my cover.  And Sara, as I was about to discover, was pretty
good at math.

"Oh, that's too bad.  Ah, this place that you went to have this
done.  Would that be down by the park?"

"As I recall, yes."

"And the guy was picked up by the cops right after you were
there?"

"Something like that."

"Why does this sound familiar?  Let's see, notorious torturer of
girls is captured by police who are tipped off by mysterious
informant right after visit by secretive superheroine who has
some experience at being tied up and tortured.  Other victims
come out horribly mutilated and go to hospital or psychiatric
institute.  Our Heroine comes out with pretty jewelry and a weak
story for how she got it.  Honestly, Sam.  You need to work on
that.  I could invent a better story than that."

"Well, I try not to make up too much.  I dislike lying and it's
much easier to tell some version of the truth.  Easier to
remember, anyway."

"So it was you!  I knew it.  I knew it as soon as I saw the news
on TV and the police were so evasive about how they found the
guy.  I said to myself right then, I said, 'That sounds just like
SuperSam'."

"As long as you didn't say it to anyone else.  Please, Sara."

"Never.  I promised, and I was serious about that.  But if you
are going to run around doing stuff like this, then you at least
deserve a fan club, and I'm electing myself president of it right
now."

I was touched.  I had a groupie.  This was certainly not
something I had anticipated and I wasn't sure I should be happy
about it.  I didn't see any way to discourage her that wouldn't
make her unhappy, so I decided to accept the situation.  Maybe
sometime later she could be useful.  Maybe I was rationalizing
wholesale.  

"OK, but let's keep it an exclusive fan club, OK?"

She nodded and pulled her hand across her mouth in the 'my lips
are zippered shut' gesture.  Doing that made her look like a
little kid.  For a second, she reminded me of Jolene, who might
also have done that without an ounce of pretentiousness or
affectation in it.

"OK, Ms. President, how would you improve the story?  No lying,
just spin."

"Distraction.  Tell about how much it hurt.  I know it had to
hurt.  If they ask where, say it was a really nasty, filthy
garage that was so unsanitary that you were lucky not to have
caught something.  No one is going to ask for directions after
that."

"Nice.  But how did I find the place?"

"How did you find it?  Really?"

"I was kidnapped while jogging in the park.  He drugged me before
I could do anything."

"Oh, wow!  Promise you'll tell me the whole story later.  Oh
damn!  OK, OK.  Say you met a guy who you thought was cool, and
he convinced you to let him pierce you, but now you think it
wasn't such a hot thing to have done and you're lucky they turned
out so nice and healed up so well.  Don't mention where or when.
That looks so well healed that it couldn't possibly have been
done just yesterday.  Let them think it was done some time ago
and you are just now healed up enough to show them off."

I had my doubts about some of that.  I had a whole Gym class that
would know I hadn't had the piercings before the weekend.  But it
was a start and some of her advice was good.  The less
information I gave out that matched up with the news reports of
the Torturer's capture, the less likely that someone would
connect me to it.  I should have been able to do a better job of
putting spin on this than I had.  I guessed that it was just a
little too vivid for me to view it dispassionately.

"OK, I'll go with that.  No details and plenty of pain.  There
certainly was enough of that.  You tell people how lucky I am
that it healed up OK over the weekend and I'll tell you the whole
story about what happened.  Deal?"

"I'll do better.  I'll tell them how I think it was this cute guy
who handed you a line about being in pre-med and that made you
think he knew what he was doing, but he dragged you out behind
this frat house and you found out it was just a fraternity prank
after you'd let him do it.  I'll let them think I know more than
I do about who it was and you deny the whole thing, but get a
little mad when you do it, like you're mad at me for telling."

"Now that will work.  Everyone will get so wrapped up in trying
to sort out the phony story that no one will dig into the real
one.  I can deny everything and it will be the absolute truth,
but no one will believe me.  Sara, you're going to be in public
relations some day." 

"Thanks!  But my Dad wants me to be a lawyer."

"That could work out, too.  Listen, I've got to class.  I'll see
you later and we'll talk."



I was really proud of myself that morning.  I managed to make it
all the way to Mr. Locke's Social Studies class before I started
to get unbearably horny again.  I had been hoping I could make it
all the way to lunch, when I planned to appeal to hunky Steve
Wojeski to use his manly charms and his steel-hard cock to make
my itchy pussy feel all better.  So when my clit started trying
to get a date with my hand, I told it to shut up and I marched
into class all prepared to ignore the demanding little beast.  It
wasn't easy, because it had started to swell up all on its own
and was pressing into the slick fabric of my tiny g-string.  This
was a situation that made it doubly hard to ignore because every
little movement seemed to make it rub against the smooth cloth;
making me even more aroused.  By the time I got to my desk, it
was throbbing in time to my heartbeat and I knew I couldn't hold
out much longer.

Mr. Locke smiled at me as I sat down and opened my notebook.  So
no one would suspect anything, he kept smiling as he looked all
around the room as people filed in.  He checked the roll at his
desk and warned us about the upcoming exam and what would be
covered on it.  Then he stood up at the wooden podium and started
the lecture.  He glanced down at me every few minutes to see if I
had something to show him.  So he could see my cleavage, I tried
to shift my top around without seeming to.  But every time I
moved, I could feel the bells start to shake.  If I moved enough
to let them ring even once, it would attract attention to me and
our game would be over.

I didn't want to disappoint Mr. Locke, so I kept trying to edge
my top up higher and higher, until I had it high enough for the
bell on my right nipple to hang down under the hem.  It was a
remarkable feat of body control and breathing that I managed to
do it without making the bell ring and I was frustrated when he
looked at me twice without noticing.

The third time was the charm, so to speak.  I moved enough to
make the bell swing and catch the light from the windows.  He saw
the flash and stopped talking while he pretended to clear his
throat.  At the same time, he bent further over his podium to get
a better look at my jewelry.  When he did, I lifted my top just
enough to show him what the bell was dangling from.

Mr. Locke was so startled that he dropped his oversized teacher's
textbook and it hit the floor with a bang, just missing my toes.
I jerked my feet apart just in time to keep them from getting
crunched.  Mr. Locke blushed and got down on one knee to pick up
the book.  As he straightened, he took a peek up my short skirt
and saw my damp g-string with my hardening clit making a little
bump in it.

He got up without giving any indication of what he'd seen, but
when he had his book back on the podium, he buttoned his sport
coat so his erection would not show.  I figured I had done my job
for the day and so did he.  He hardly glanced at me again the
whole class.



Lunch was going to be one of those gobble and run deals because I
wanted to seduce Steve in the worst way.  I was glad to find that
Bud was saving me a spot in line, right behind Janice and
Jolene.

"Hi, guys!"  I said, giving the guy behind Bud an apologetic look
that was completely wasted because he never looked up past my
boobs.  I thought that might have been rude, but I was so horny
by this time it was just one more turn-on.  I squeezed in behind
Bud and turned to face the skinny guy with the breast fixation.

"Excuse me," I said, shoving my breasts against his chest.  "You
don't mind, do you?"

"Hunh?" he said, which was about what I expected.  I flagrantly
rubbed my nipples against him, feeling the rings tugging
wonderfully inside.

"If I break in line.  You don't mind?"  I acted like there was
nothing going on, but I could feel the warmth of his chest
through the t-shirt he had on.

"N-no!"

"Thanks."

I turned to my friends, sharply enough to start a symphony under
my top.  This didn't go unnoticed.

"What on earth was that?" Jolene asked.  To say she asked it
innocently would have been redundant.  

"New jewelry," I told her, including Janice and Bud as well.  Bud
hadn't said anything this morning, so I assumed he hadn't
noticed.  I shook my shoulders to give them all a good idea of
what jewelry we were talking about.

"Oh, wow!"  Bud said.  "That's nice.  Did Bambi give you those?"

"No, I got these the other day," I explained, just loud enough to
be overheard by those nearby.  "I was lucky they turned out this
well.  It was one of those things that could have turned out very
much worse.  And before you ask, yes, it hurt.  It hurt a lot. 
If I had it to do over again, I would have made some different
decisions, I'll tell you."

"Hurt?" Jolene asked.  "You mean you got...."  Her eyes got big
and she didn't finish the sentence.

"Pierced?" I said, helping her out.  "Yes.  Two fairly large
rings.  Welded in place.  Permanently.  The bells hang from the
rings.  Maybe I can show you later."

There were more than a few necks craning to get a peek, in case I
got really bold and flashed everyone in the lunchroom.  That was
something I hadn't thought of doing, but I twitched a hand in the
direction of my top and there was some shuffling and jockeying
for position among those in line.

"For the record," I said, looking my friends in the eye to tip
them off that I wasn't speaking just for their benefit.  "I got
into a situation that I should not have been in.  Promises were
made and lies were told.  I hope I never see him again, even if
the piercing worked out better than I had any right to expect. 
And that's all I plan to say about it.  If you hear anything
else, I would appreciate it if you would ignore it.  We all make
some poor choices from time to time and this was one of them."

"Are you going to have them cut off?" Janice asked.

I grabbed my boobs in mock shock.  "Nooo!" I said.

"The rings, silly.  Even if they are welded on, you can still
have them cut off with bolt-cutters, or something."

"We'll see.  They've pretty much healed since it was done.  I
think I will keep them for now.  If only to remind me that some
things don't turn out the way we expect."  I smiled at how well I
had managed to get Sara's suggested version of the story told in
a way that meant it would be widely repeated, and without having
to borrow the school PA system to do it.

We were sitting down with our trays when Janice asked, "So, when
are you going to let us see them?"  Jolene nodded and grinned at
me.  She was excited and curious to see what I had done.  I hoped
this wasn't something she would choose to imitate.  At least I
didn't have to worry about her falling prey to the same poor
disturbed man who abducted me in the park.  That thought was an
epiphany for me.

"Soon," I answered in a distracted tone, "come with me to the gym
in a minute and you can see them then."

I had stopped with a forkful of food on its way to my mouth and I
remained in that position as a thought percolated through my poor
excuse for a brain.  The events of the previous day had taken
quite a toll on me   physically as well as emotionally.  I had
been too wrapped up in how it had all affected me personally to
think of what the outcome actually meant to everyone else.  I had
stated it very succinctly   no more girls would be abducted and
brutalized by that man.  Girls just like Jolene   no, Jolene
herself had been there recently   so Jolene was now safe from
that terrible danger.  That made the mental evasions and the
rationalizations irrelevant.  I had done my job.  I had put
myself in harm's way and used my abilities to neutralize a threat
that resulted in keeping my friend, and all like her, safe.  I
qualified as a real by-gosh crime-fighting superhero by the only
standard that mattered.  That for me it was an afternoon of
rather intensely kinky sex, bondage and delicious torture was
beside the point.  He was a real threat to everyone else, and if
I doubted for an instant that the way in which I had achieved the
removal of that threat had any relevancy whatever, all I had to
do was visualize Jolene strapped to that table with a red-hot
branding iron against her tender flesh.

I chewed the rather bland mouthful of navy beans and considered
whether I had been judging myself by style points rather than by
results.  It was obviously the end result that mattered.  I was
still too new to this line of work to have any idea if I was
doing it the 'right way' or not.  All I had to compare myself to
were fictional characters.  Surely so one expected me to live up
to their dashing exploits and derring-do.  So what if I enjoyed
being tied up and tortured?  So what if I had a certain degree of
sympathy for the guy?  Where did it say I had to hate the villain
or require that I beat him to a pulp instead of treating him like
a human being?  He was out of action, I had a nice time and I
came away with some interesting mods to my bod.  It all sounded
like a win-win situation to me.

I shoveled down the bulk of my lunch before running off to the
Gym with Janice and Jolene in tow.  Bud had decided not to risk
his digestion for the sake of a little curiosity that he would be
able to satisfy later at home.  I still had to run by the girls'
locker room to get my weightlifting outfit from my locker.  I
wondered if Steve would give me the combination to his locker so
I wouldn't have to make an extra stop.  Missing lunch for him
might be a way to keep his weight in check, but I had a habit of
burning off calories in various creative ways and I needed all
the nutrition I could get.  I needed to eat, even if he didn't. 
Even if it was the lunch room mystery-meat or veg-du-jour.

J and J followed me like puppies as I dashed around at a speed
which seemed slow to me, but had them puffing pretty hard by the
time we got to the door to the boys' locker room.  They both
balked at going in, so I had to drag them along with me.

"Sorry, guys," I explained, "But it's more convenient for me to
dress and shower in here than to run back and forth all the
time."

They seemed excited and wary at being in there.  The last time
they had been naked, so perhaps it was understandable that they
kept looking around like someone might jump out at them any
second.

I pulled off my top and let them 'oooo' and 'aaahh' for a bit. 
They each got to play with the bells, which sounded odd in the
reverberating concrete and steel room.

To my relief, neither of them pressed me for details of where and
who and when, so I didn't have to elaborate on the highly-spun
story they had already heard.  That they accepted it at face
value, I doubted.  That they respected my privacy enough not to
give me the third-degree on the subject, I treasured.

"OK," I said, pulling on my crop-top and shorts, "I've got to get
up to the weight room and work out.  If you want to come along,
I'm sure you will be welcome, but I have to warn you, this is not
play-time, it's all business."

Lacking the desire to participate in what they considered a
male-only activity and not being as at home in the locker room as
I was, my friends left with all deliberate speed.

When I arrived at the weight room, everyone was already well into
their workouts. From a look at the available equipment, it seemed
I had my choice of working my abs or my calves.  A quick pose in
the mirror told me that my legs were very nicely turned, thank
you very much, and so I decided to go with the abs.

The school budget hadn't stretched far enough to provide
specialized equipment for each muscle group.  The workout station
for upper and lower abdominals was a bench with a strap around
one end for holding your ankles down.  I only knew this because I
had seen a couple of the guys use it the previous week.  

One thing I had seen them do to enhance the value of the exercise
was to hold a dumbbell against your chest while doing sit-ups on
the bench.  This looked like a good way to double the benefit, so
I picked up a couple of medium-sized weights and lay down on the
bench.  I quickly discovered that I wasn't going to be able to
hold them against my chest like the guys, so I compromised by
holding the dumbbells against my shoulders and letting them fall
forward as my torso came up to a vertical position.  I them did a
bicep curl and let the momentum force me back down onto the bench
before repeating the exercise another 19 times.

I was halfway through the first set when I noticed that Roger was
watching me curiously.  I couldn't think of anything that should
be raising his suspicions, so I ignored it.  When we both took a
break, he leaned over and said, "That's an interesting
elaboration on the ab workout.  You know, I bet you could even
increase the range-of-motion and get your triceps and your lower
back into it too."

For the second set, I tried that.  I started with the weights
behind my head and my elbows next to my ears.  I pulled the
weights up to my shoulders before starting the sit-up and again
lowered them until my arms were straight.  This time I also
leaned forward, keeping my elbows locked and raised the weights
slightly above my back.  I reversed the movement going back
down.

I could feel tension in my abs, my chest, my shoulders and my
arms at some point in the exercise.  Combining the weights with
such a large motion made the tension travel up my front, down my
back and my arms.  The muscles being worked changed at each
position and I could feel that there were a lot of places being
targeted that wouldn't have been if I had stuck to the standard
routine.  Roger seemed to think so too, because he gave me a
thumbs-up when I looked over to get his reaction.

I took no small amount of satisfaction at that.  That Roger had
accepted me as just one of the guys was good enough, but to think
that I might actually have made a contribution was very heady
indeed.  

I was finishing my third set when Steve came over to watch me. 
He was standing by my feet with his head cocked to one side.  I
thought he was about to criticize my technique, when I realized
that he was just ogling my boobs.  I wanted to drag him off to a
private spot and screw him silly.

I finished the last set a little faster than I should have.  When
I got up to put the dumbbells back on the rack by the door, Steve
followed.  He looked like he wanted a word with me.

"I missed you," he said in a low voice.  If he had got down on
one knee and proposed, I could not have been happier.

"I missed you too, Steve," I said.  I held out my arm and rubbed
my bicep so everyone would assume we were talking shop.

"So, like when can we get together?"  He wasn't wasting any time.
 I liked that.

"I dunno.  My schedule is pretty full.  Why don't you just rip my
shorts off and fuck me right over there on the bench?" I said,
teasingly.

"You think I won't?  I've been thinking about you all weekend. 
It wouldn't take much for me to do just that."

I wanted to hear what Steve had been thinking about me almost as
much as I wanted to wrap myself around him and see how much
pleasure we could give each other.  Suddenly, time was a very
precious commodity.  We had just 40 minutes before we both had to
be back in class.

"In that case, I apologize for teasing you.  But if you think I'm
not serious, then we really need to spend more time together,
because you don't know me very well at all.  Mister, you have ten
seconds before I get naked and beg for a hard cock.   Any hard
cock."

Steve didn't move.  He still thought I was kidding.

"Nine."

Steve shifted from one foot to the other as he considered the
possibility that I might be perfectly serious.

"Eight."

Steve made up his mind to take me at my word.  He grabbed my
elbow and led me out of the weight room into the hall.  There
really wasn't anyplace we could go before the countdown hit zero
other than the locker room, so we made for that at a dead run.

It may have been a few seconds past zero when we dodged past the
last row of lockers into the dressing area farthest from the
entrance.  I lost count somewhere along the way.  I kicked off my
shoes, shucked out of my shorts and jumped up on the wooden bench
before removing my top.  I made sure Steve was watching when I
hooked my thumbs under the sides and peeled it off over my head.

"Oh, wow!" he said, looking at my jewelry.  "I thought there was
something new, but I never thought...."

"You like them?" I asked, making them ring for him.  If he
didn't, I was going to cut them off and have them made into the
earrings I thought they were going to be to begin with.

"They're lovely.  Really.  I like them.  But isn't this kind of
extreme?  Piercing and all?  What made you do it?"

"It was just something I stumbled into.  I didn't go out with the
intention of having my nipples pierced.  Afterwards, I thought I
would see how things went before I decided to keep them or not."

"You mean if I don't like them, you'll have them removed?"

"Yes."

"You'd do that for me?  I'm that important to you?"

"Yes, you are."

"Wow.  I mean...gee!  I don't know what to say."

"You've already said it, you lunkhead.  Now, am I going to have
to beg, or are you going to fuck me before I explode?"

Standing on the bench put my head a little above Steve's.  It was
a nice way to start, since I didn't have to climb up to get to
him.  He put his arms around me and pulled me against his hairy
chest, then he kissed me and I melted into him.

We were sucking serious face when he pulled back and looked at my
mouth.

"Something new here too?" he asked.

I put the tip of my tongue between my teeth and wiggled it at him
before my next episode of show-and-tell.

"Yes.  I had my tongue done, too.  Tell me what you think."  I
stuck my tongue out far enough for the sleeve to show and held it
there for inspection.

Steve looked at it curiously.  He didn't seem put off or
anything, just curious.

"That's so cool!" he said, finally, which seemed to be the
opinion shared by everyone except Bambi.

He kissed me again, and explored my hole with his tongue,
flicking the tip through it again and again.  It was a real
turn-on and it reminded me that I had another hole that I wanted
explored too.

"Oh, Steve," I breathed, "please fuck me.  Please fuck me hard. 
Please?"

Begging will get you just about anything when it comes to guys,
especially if you are naked and horny when you do it.  Steve slid
his hands down to my butt and cupped my small cheeks in his big
hands.  He pulled my hips against him and I held onto his neck
and threw my legs around his waist.  My hot pussy was open and
ready, just a few inches above his cock.  Whenever he wanted it,
he could have it.

I squirmed against him and let myself slide down until I felt him
put the tip of his cock against my wet opening.  The feeling was
electric and I dropped down some more and started wriggling onto
it.

It felt bigger than I remembered and I had to work some to get
the head inside.  When I had been penetrated, I flexed my vaginal
muscles to try to suck some more cock into me.  The effect on
Steve was impressive.

"Oh, damn!  That's so good!  Oh, Sam!  You're fantastic!"

It wasn't even in all the way and already I was 'fantastic'. 
Steve certainly knew how to make a girl feel good in all sorts of
ways.  He pivoted and put my back against the row of lockers
lining the back wall.  The hard metal mesh pressed into my butt
and I flinched back against him.  Taking this for passion, he
pressed back, pushing into me until his cock was fully seated and
my clit was riding on his pubic bone.

This was what I had wanted all morning.  Heck, this was what I
had wanted all weekend.  The feeling of being joined to Steve
like this went beyond the erotic.  I felt something for him that
was more than just sexual and I knew he felt something for me,
too.  Sex between us was great, but there was something more to
it.  We both thought it might be love, but we were both afraid to
use the word too freely.  I wanted there to be something special
between us, and I didn't want to jinx it so early by overusing
the word.  I was pretty sure Steve felt the same.

I was pretty sure about anything to do with Steve whenever we
were together.  It was one of those things that I couldn't
explain.  I just had a feeling that there was a mutual
understanding that went back to that day outside the Gym.  I
wanted to spend some serious quality time with Steve so we could
get to know each other better, but I had a sneaky suspicion that
we already knew the important stuff.  The rest would just be
talk.  But talk would be nice, too.

Steve waited a bit for me to get used to having his cock being
inside me.  It was a bit of consideration that I didn't really
need, considering that I had bigger cocks than his in me almost
daily.  His was just special.  It just felt right.  It hit all
the places that turned me on in just the right way, but left me
able to appreciate the whole person, not just his equipment.  

Sex with Bud was a wonderful sexual experience, but we both knew
that's all it was.  I loved Bud like a brother, and the sex we
had was great, but we both knew our relationship wasn't going
beyond whatever sexual adventures we might have.  The feelings he
had for Jolene were totally apart from what he felt for me, and I
completely understood that, just like he understood my emotions
for Steve.

What I felt when I was with Steve was a lot like what I felt when
I was with Neeka.  It was a sense of completeness, of being with
someone who made you more than you were.  That was really
strange, because Neeka and Steve were about as different
physically as it was possible to be, yet I felt something for
both of them that I can only describe as love.  Neeka knew
exactly how I felt about her.  She could hardly miss it, since it
came to mind every time I looked at her.  There wasn't the same
sense of certainty with Steve.  Instead, it was more a matter of
faith.  It occurred to me that I didn't need Steve to say a lot
to me.  I knew how he felt whenever he looked at me and whenever
he touched me.  Of course, whenever he made love to me it was
clear as crystal how he felt.

Steve started moving inside me, rocking his hips and giving me
short little thrusts.  He pushed me up and back with each little
shove and I decided that if I didn't want my back to get shredded
on the wire lockers, I had better do something.

I let go of his neck and hooked my fingers into the tops of the
uppermost baskets.  I pulled up and took all my weight off of
Steve.  This left him free to touch me and kiss me without having
to worry about supporting my weight too.  He immediately got the
idea and began focusing on our mutual arousal instead of holding
me against the wall.

He was pretty damn good at the 'mutual arousal' end of things. 
In a matter of minutes he had me blabbering.

"Oh, God!  That's so good, Steve.  Oh, damn!  You know how to
make me feel so good!  Umm, fuck me!  Fuck me hard, Steve!  Give
it to me!  Give it to me good and hard!"

Sometimes I swear that a boy's ears are his most sensitive
erogenous zone.  I had never really considered it when I was a
virgin, but each time I tried it on a boy he responded so
strongly to hearing me blather on about how good they made me
felt or how their big cocks were driving me crazy, that I was
convinced that the sweetest endearment you could say to a boy was
that his cock felt good in your pussy.

Steve took me at my word.  He started shoving his cock into me
like he hadn't had any in months and he had a load of cum that he
was truly desperate to plant in my belly.  He kept on getting
harder and faster and deeper until he was slamming his cock into
me so hard he was within an inch of knocking me off the lockers.

I was already cumming deliriously when he suddenly grabbed my
waist and snatched me off the wall.  He jammed me down on his
cock and threw both of us down on to the wooden bench.  He ground
his cock into me hard and I pulled my knees up and crossed my
ankles behind his butt.

His cock seemed to get bigger and harder the more violent he
became.  With my knees up, I could feel it pounding into my
cervix and the feeling was sending bolts of pleasure straight to
my brain, obliterating everything but the overpowering need to be
filled with his cum.

I'm not sure, but I might have said something like, "Oh God,
Steve!  Give it to me!  Cum in me!  I've got to have it!  I need
it, now!  Fill me up!  Give it to me!"  

Steve put his big hands around my waist and pulled my hips hard
against his.  He arched his back and pushed his cock into me so
deep that the head parted the opening of my cervix.  That was
new; I didn't think his cock was big enough to do that.  By
reflex, I opened up for him and gave his cock a couple of
squeezes with my vaginal muscles to coax him into cumming.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" he growled and I felt the hot
jets blast out of his cock and sear the walls of my womb.  It was
all I could do to hang onto consciousness as my climax peaked and
then peaked again with every new stream of hot cum.  Somewhere in
the back of my mind, a small voice said, "He loves you."

When his convulsions slacked off, I used my pussy to milk the
last drops from his cock before I let him pull it out of me.  He
looked me right in the eyes while I did it, so he knew it was
something deliberate and not just a random muscle contraction. 
There was a whole book of things that we said to each other in
those few seconds, and just by looking into each other's eyes.

Now that the blood was no longer pounding in my ears, I heard
some whispers from a couple of rows away that were too
high-pitched to be anything but girls.  I even had a pretty good
idea which two girls they would be, since I knew for a fact that
a) these two knew where I would be, and b) having rushed through
lunch they had nothing to do to amuse themselves until next
period but be a couple of Peeping Thomasinas.

I pulled Steve down to lie on me while he got his breath back. 
He was sweating profusely and we were both soaked in it.

I whispered in his ear, "Darling, I hope you don't mind, but
we're being watched by some friends of mine."

He jerked at the idea that his privacy had been violated.  He was
about to get mad, when I told him, "You really can't blame them.
After all, it's your own fault if they didn't get enough of you
before."

"Which two?" he whispered, "Janice and Janine?"

"Jolene," I corrected.  "They were both at my party this weekend.
 The one you couldn't come to because five girls would have tried
to fuck you death if you had."

"And this is a worse fate than being fucked to death by just one?
 I can see I need to work on my stamina.  OK, I'm not mad.  What
do you want to do?"

I just loved the way he assumed that I had something in mind and
that it was going to be fun.  I promised myself that I would
never do anything to disappoint him on that score.

"What else?  Invite them to join us for a shower, at least.  The
rest of the guys won't mind, will they?"

He laughed at that.  Coed showering must be one fantasy that
every male on the planet has had.

"OK, you two!" I said in a loud enough voice for them to know I
had heard them.  "Games over.  Come on out."

There was some shocked whispering, followed by some giggles
before Janice and Jolene came timidly around the corner of the
row of lockers.  To no one's surprise, they were completely
naked.

"Been reliving the good old days, hmm?" I asked them as they came
over to stand on either side of me and Steve.  The musk of sex
was strong on both of them.  They must have been watching us from
the beginning and getting more excited all along.

"Sorry if we interrupted anything," Janice said.  "But we just
had to watch."

"Yeah," Jolene said.  "You two should make a movie.  That was
really hot."

"Oh?  Now you're a director?  I thought Janice was the one with
the ambition to be in videos?"

"No," Janice said.  "You're the director.  You'd win an award. 
After Saturday, I'd bet on it."

Steve looked at me like he was beginning to think the sacrifice
might have been worth it to have been in on the fun on Saturday.
If things worked out, I thought, maybe he could be in the next
one.

"OK, I'm the director," I said as Steve pulled his gooey cock out
of me and stood up.  He was very casual about being here with
three naked girls.  But then, we were really one short.  Sara was
going to be very unhappy with me.

I had something else to say, but I could see that first, I was
going to have to get Janice and Jolene's attention away from
Steve's cock.  As soon as it had come into view, they were
mesmerized by it.  I shelved my original plan and improvised.

"OK, here's the scene," I said.  "You two get to clean Steve's
cock for him and rub yourselves off while you do it."

I hadn't got the words out of my mouth before two girls had their
tongues out and were eagerly lapping at Steve's half-hard cock. 
Steve managed to hold up remarkably well under their combined
attack.  He tensed up his abs and pushed his hips forward to give
them better access to his cock.  He even forced a smile when the
girls each sucked one of his balls into her mouth.  

His bobbing and swelling cock looked so in need of attention that
I felt I had to take care of it.  I knelt down between Janice and
Jolene and put my mouth over the head, nursing it gently and
coaxing it between my lips and toward the back of my throat.

I hadn't tried this for a while, but I figured if I could do it
to Bud, I could handle anyone.  I looked straight up at Steve and
opened my throat so his cock could slide down it.  My gag reflex
tried to close the back of my throat up when his cockhead went
down, but I resisted and only had to blink twice before it calmed
down.  Then I forced the whole of Steve's cock down my throat,
leaving nothing out and burying my nose in his curly pubic hair.

"Oh, shit!" he said, his voice even deeper than usual.  "That
feels so fucking great!"  He put his hands behind his neck and
flexed all the muscles of his torso at once.  He looked just like
one of those statues of Greek heroes that I had seen in my Art
book last term, only hairy.

Steve's enjoyment motivated us to greater oral efforts and Janice
and Jolene to frig themselves even harder.  I tried to lend a
hand where I could and shortly we were all stroking and feeling
each other.  Hands were everywhere.  Steve watched us with a rapt
expression and his cock turned as hard as iron in my throat.

I doubted that I would be able to do this for very long.  My
windpipe was shut off and I was running on stored oxygen.  If I
was going to keep it up, and not pull off gagging and choking in
a minute or so, I was going to have to be creative.  Surely I, of
all people, should be able to work around this problem.

I experimented with different muscle groups in my throat and
tried twisting this way and that.  Steve moaned his appreciation
of my efforts, even if they weren't intended specifically for
that purpose.  I found that I could bend my head back and inhale
hard through my nose, then I could force air into my lungs.  That
solved half the problem, but exhaling didn't seem to want to work
the same way.

I was about to scream with frustration and the need to breath
when I figured that I had nothing to lose by it so I did just
that.  Of course, with a big cock down my throat, my scream came
out more as a combination hum and gargling sound.  It did force
air out, though, so I kept it up until I had emptied my lungs and
then I sucked more in through my nose and did it again to build
up my depleted oxygen.  A couple more times and I was right as
rain again.  "Heck," I thought, "I could keep this up all day."

The noises I made had diverted Janice and Jolene's attention from
Steve's scrotum.  I could barely see out of my peripheral vision
that they were watching me closely and making mental notes of my
newly invented deep-throating technique.  Jolene was close enough
for me to see her flexing her throat in imitation.  She looked
like a fish out of water, gasping for air.  

I had just about decided to pull off and let her have a try at
Steve when I heard Roger's voice behind me saying, "Holy shit! 
Doug!  C'mere quick!  You have to see this, dude!"

Doug and Roger must have come in for their showers and heard the
noises we were making.  As soon as I saw Janice's head turn, I
knew what was going to happen.

I didn't need to be able to see the action to know that Doug and
Roger were being attacked by a couple of girls eager to see if
they could match my cocksucking skills.  Hearing their reactions
was quite enough.

"Hey, what?"

"Whoa!"

"Damn!  OK, OK, here you go."

"Ummmm!"

"Oh, yeah!"

"That's good."

"Oh, shit!  That's nice."

"Man, oh man.  I've never...I mean...oh girl...oh yessssss!"

Shortly, I could hear high and low-pitched humming as my friends
experimented with the new technique to see what would work for
them.  I could hear the occasional gag, as someone's reflexes
asserted themselves, but both girls were determined to succeed
and those sounds quickly vanished, to be replaced by the muted
sounds of throats plugged with hard cocks.

Soon after that, those sounds were replaced again by the sounds
of boys who were about to get their rocks off.  These new noises
were deeper and more urgent.

"Do it!"  

"Yeah!"

"Gonna cum soon!"

"Me too!  This is fucking great!"

"AH!"

"OH!  Yeah!"

"Cumming!"

"Damn!  Take it!  Take it all!"

I had been so wrapped up in picturing what was going on behind me
that I hadn't noticed that one of those voices was Steve's.  When
his cock started to pulse in my throat, I was surprised and
delighted that I had been able to make him cum again so quickly.
I was barely able to pull off fast enough so he would explode in
my mouth instead of my throat.  When the sweet taste of his cum
filled my mouth, I had to swallow twice to keep it from leaking
out.

As he ran down, I sat with just the head of his cock in my mouth
and nursed it even after there was no more cum to be had.  Steve
lovingly stroked my hair and I returned the favor by gently
rubbing the underside of his cock with my tongue.  It must have
been pretty sensitive by then, because he jerked and I felt his
cock pulse again as he had another small dry orgasm.  From what I
could see of his face, it looked almost painful, so I quit
sucking and let his cock slip out of my mouth, giving it a little
kiss in the process.

Steve sighed so deeply that I thought he would deflate.  He sat
down so heavily on the bench next to me that I though he had
slipped and fallen.  His muscles seemed to be all loose and
rubbery and uncoordinated.  Even his firm jaw looked slack as he
leaned over to whisper to me.

"Thanks for not inviting me to the party," he said.  "You're
right.  I probably would not have survived."

I climbed up into his lap and he put his arms around me and held
me firmly but tenderly against him.  I leaned into him and
cuddled.  I really wanted to spend more quality time with Steve,
but with my schedule that was going to be difficult.  I decided I
had better make the best of those times when we could be
together, even if it was in a crowd.

Steve seemed to have been really turned on by having three girls
work on him at the same time.  I wondered if he wouldn't mind if
I shared him with some of my friends on a regular basis.  There
were a few girls I knew who wouldn't mind being his ball-washers.
 He had such nice ones, too.  I reached between his legs and held
his testicles in my hands.  They were just the right size.  I was
thinking how nice it was to sit in his lap like this when time
ran out.

"We better hit the showers if we don't want to be late," he said
in a louder voice to include everyone in the room.

Janice and Jolene were gently detached from the objects of their
oral worship and cordially helped to their feet by their
respective victims.  I think Steve wanted to pick me up and carry
me, but he was just too wasted to manage, so I put my feet down
and he let me walk instead.  We all shuffled and stumbled to the
shower, giggling all the way.

The hot water of the shower felt great after a wonderful fuck. 
My head still buzzed from cumming and my clit and nipples felt
like they were vibrating.  Every time I turned so the water hit
my breasts, a small rush of pleasure went through me.

I wanted to borrow Steve's bar of soap, but he shook his head and
used it to lather up his broad chest.  I thought he was going to
tease me and make be do something in return for the soap but
instead he put his arms around me and rubbed me with his body,
making himself my own personal loofah.  I twisted and turned in
his arms, until I had been thoroughly scrubbed, then he gave me
the soap and I did his back, his legs, and finally, his cock and
balls.  I gave them a more thorough washing than perhaps they
needed, but he didn't object.

Janice and Roger and Jolene and Doug had paired off and were
having just as much fun washing each other as well.  We all
wanted it to go on, but time was running out, so we all finished
up and ran to get dressed before the next class started and the
fourth period boys' Gym class started coming in.

Steve graciously gave me the combination to his locker, and I put
my weight-lifting outfit in it so I wouldn't have to run back and
forth anymore.  We just made it out of the locker room when the
first bell rang and the early-birds began to arrive.  If any of
the boys heading for the locker room found it odd that three
girls would be coming down the hall that lead only to the locker
and weight rooms, they must have just assumed that we were
wrestling team groupies trying to score points by venturing onto
the team's turf.

Soon enough, I was back in the Gym after a merely moderately dull
English class.  At least now I was able to keep my attention on
the class and not have it wandering off between my legs.  Steve
seemed to have done me more good with one fuck than any amount of
creative masturbation I had tried.  I decided to try to keep my
pussy full of cum as much as possible and just live with the side
effects of increased aggressiveness and a tendency to be a tomboy
and a show-off.  The alternative was to be a horny slut with a
pussy that never dried up and a powerful need to cum every couple
of hours that kept me so hot I couldn't think straight.  I wonder
how many other girls my age had been labeled as dumb simply
because they aren't getting a regular antidote to their raging
sex drives.

"Gee, Sam, that's a nice top!"  Polly had sneaked up on me while
I was up in my own head.  "It fits very nicely on you.  That
darling skirt looks like it's going to fall off your little butt
any second."

I wasn't thrilled with the 'butt' crack, but I ignored it.  I'm
probably too sensitive about my scrawny rear.

"I'm glad you like it, Polly.  I promised I'd wear something sexy
for you."

"This is for me?  Oh, wow!  I never...." She trailed off,
suddenly unable to look in my eyes.  She blushed a bit, too.  It
was so cute that it made me want to give her a big hug.

I pulled her to one side, out of the steady traffic into the
girls' locker room.  I whispered to her in a conspiratorial tone,
"Yes, you said you wanted me to dress in something sexy, so here
I am.  I like to please my friends, Polly.  And I have something
else to show you that everyone will get to see later, but I
wanted to show you first."

I turned my back to the room and pulled my top up to show her my
bells.  Her eyes bulged as she stared at them.  She reached out a
hand that paused an inch from touching my nipple.  I leaned
forward to press my breast into the palm of her hand and she
sucked in a sharp breath when she felt the contact of skin on
skin.  I noticed that she didn't jerk her hand away.  Instead,
she ran her fingers around the ring through my nipple, ignoring
the dangling bell and paying all her attention to my puffy pink
flesh.

"They're lovely," she said with a distant tone, and I knew she
didn't mean the rings or the bells.

"Thank you.  The rings are big enough to get a finger through. 
Why don't you try it?"

I thought she might put her index finger through so I could get
her to tug on the ring and let her see how it was firmly anchored
in my flesh.  Instead, she put her middle finger through, with
her damp palm against my breast and her fingers curved around
it.

"That's nice," I told her as she held my breast in her hand.  I
hadn't really expected her to be this bold.  I thought maybe I
could tease her a bit and maybe get her to relax enough to have
some fun later.  The look in Polly's eyes told me that she had
quite a crush on me and she was determined to make the most of
her invitation to touch me.  

Her hand echoed the sentiment in her eyes as it made tender love
to my breast.  If I hadn't just been immunized against it, I
would have been boiling over with passion.  As it was, she still
had my complete attention.  Her touch was doing wonderful things
for both of us.

I closed my eyes and let my mouth drop open.  We had only a few
more seconds before someone would start to wonder what we were
doing and I wanted to make the most of every one of them.

"Your hand feels so good," I said in a soft whisper, "Can you
feel my nipple getting hard against your hand?"

She nodded, almost imperceptibly.

"It likes your hand on it.  It's trying to get you to play with
it.  I'd enjoy that.  I want you to touch my breasts as much as
you'd like.  But we have to stop now.  Please."

She lowered her hand, making the bell ring in the process.  I
think that was the first time she noticed it.  I pulled my top
down and we both tried to calm down.  I had a hard time breaking
my gaze away from her soft brown eyes.  She was looking at me
like she wanted me very badly and now that she knew I was
willing, she could hardly contain herself.

I was having a tough time backing away too.  I knew Polly was
interested in me from our first time in the shower.  Despite her
asking me to wear something sexy, I still doubted that it was
anything more than mild flirtation.  This latest encounter was
anything but mild.  There was definitely some electricity there
and maybe something else, too.

The problem was solved when Angie came over to join us.  Polly
lost her expression of uncontrollable lust, and when she looked
away, I was able to snap out of it as well.

"Hey, you two," Angie said.  "What's going on?"  Her tone implied
that if something WAS going on, she wanted to get in on it.  She
put an arm around my waist and gave me a friendly hug.  I
acknowledged it by giving her butt a quick squeeze and she
grinned at the reminder that it wasn't the first time today I had
had my hand on her rear end. 

"I was just showing Polly my jewelry," I said, pulling my top
completely off.  

The room was by now full of half-naked girls so I figured this
was the time to get the unveiling over with.  I flipped the rings
out so the bells would swing freely and announce their presence
to one and all.

In no time at all, I was surrounded by girls eager to admire my
jewelry.  Questions flew and I tried to stick to Sara's highly
spun version as closely as I could.  The reactions were about
what I expected.  No one seemed overly horrified by what had
happened.  Many agreed that they looked good on me, that for
someone with breasts as large as mine, large rings and dangling
bells weren't too over-the-top.  Most said it was just out of the
question for them, that their parents would go ballistic if they
even expressed an interest in piercing anything but their ears. 
Some said they would like to have their nipples pierced, but
wanted something simpler than my bells.  

A couple of girls had pierced nipples that they were happy to
show off.  One had horizontal bars through her areola with small
colored beads that screwed onto the ends and the other had small
horseshoes through the tips of her nipples.  They both said they
enjoyed having the piercings and were thinking about upgrading to
larger gauges.  They seemed impressed at how well I had healed
and how my nipples must be very firm not to sag at all under the
weight of the 8 gauge rings and the bells.  One girl, whose name
was Gaye, even suggested that since I didn't wear a bra, I should
think about going even further and connect my rings with a chain.
 

The idea of adding even more jewelry was an idea that hadn't
occurred to me.  A connecting chain sounded impractical on a
daily basis, but for a special occasion I could see how it could
be a lot of fun.  I started to think about my nipples being
connected together and how it would feel with more weight on them
or if they would feel like they were tied together.

The images were very vivid and my nipples began to swell and
harden as I thought of more kinky things I could do or that might
be done to me.  Gaye certainly noticed this because she pointed
out to the other girl that I obviously liked her suggestion. 
Neither seemed to mind my reaction and both openly admired how
large my nipples were getting.

"Gee, Sam," Gaye said, "You really can get them out there.  I
wish mine would get that big.  Those look like they must be very
sensitive."

"See how her rings stick up when she gets them puffed-up?" the
other girl said.  "That's why I got mine in the tips, so they
would stick out further when mine get hard."

I was about to give in to an urge to grab the rings and tug on
them when Coach came in and told us to hurry up and dress-out,
that we would be doing calisthenics on the field today.  I ran
for my locker and quickly changed to my Gym clothes with a sports
bra underneath.  The bra kept the rings and bells from hardening
my nipples, making them even more prominent, but they still
showed clearly, even through two layers of material.  At least
the bells were kept from ringing.  That would have caused all
kinds of trouble with all the jumping around Coach usually had us
doing and I didn't want to go through all that again.

All through class, Coach kept glancing in my direction.  I
checked the first few times, thinking that maybe something was
showing even more than it should, but I finally decided that she
was just curious about my jewelry.

When class was over, I thought she might make some excuse to get
me into her office, maybe to caution me about the health issues
related to piercings, but she didn't.  She went into her office
and closed the door behind her, something she almost never did
unless she was having a disciplinary discussion or a private talk
with a parent, or both.

I suspected that Coach was struggling with more than a case of
repressed sexual feelings.  I wanted to help her, but I hadn't
thought of anything I could do that would not make things worse
for her, especially if, as I suspected, I was the one she was
attracted to.  I thought this was probably something she had been
dealing with for some time.  Being in close contact with hundreds
of girls who were brimming over with hormonal enthusiasm must
have been both heaven and hell for her.

Before meeting the man with the dungeon in his garage, I had been
willing to leave some things alone, to respect people's privacy
and to let them work out their problems on their own.  Now, since
I had seen the consequences of years of leaving issues
unresolved, I thought it was probably better to poke my nose in
and risk getting it bit.

A school setting would be the worst place to do anything.  It
would set off all kinds of bad reactions.  I needed to get her
away from her role as Coach Simpson and into a social setting
where I could get her to relax.  The problem was that I didn't
think she had a social life into which I could intrude.  I would
have to take her some place for some intimate intervention. 
Someplace where I could control the environment.  Someplace where
I might have help in getting her to at least acknowledge her
sexuality and maybe even release some of her pent-up desires. 
The more I thought about it, the more this sounded like something
right up my alley.

Flush with confidence, I rapped on Coach's office door and
stepped in without waiting for a response.  What I saw failed to
shock me in the slightest.  I closed the door behind me quickly.

Coach had both hands under her sweatshirt and was passionately
rubbing and squeezing her breasts.  Her face was flushed and her
mouth was hanging open.  She had obviously gotten deeply into a
fantasy in the few seconds that it took me to decide to intrude
on her.

When she saw me she tried to yank her hands out from under her
bulky shirt, but she got her watch caught in her bra and managed
to yank the bra up over her breasts, ending up with both hands
twisted in the straps and her full breasts swaying in full view.

Her nipples were still hardening from the stimulation and looked
very inviting.  I had a brief urge to kiss them, but I resisted
it.  I was surprised at how much larger her breasts looked.  She
had seemed almost flat-chested, but I could see now that she was
at least a C-cup, maybe even larger.  It was hard to tell with
her squirming around like that, even if it did make her breasts
bounce so nicely.  I revised my estimate of her age.  I had
thought she was in her late twenties, but that must have been the
lack of makeup and the weathering from being outdoors all the
time.  I decided she couldn't be any older than twenty-five.

"Here, let me help you," I said, stepping behind her and pulling
up the back of her sweatshirt.

The bra seemed to be the whole of the problem, so I unhooked it
and pulled it up over her head and off her hands.  She
immediately yanked her sweatshirt down to cover herself.  I
checked the tag on her bra before I handed it back over her
shoulder.  It was a 36B, way too small for her.

"You really need something in your size," I told her, pointedly
ignoring what had been going on when I had walked in on her. 
"This is probably two sizes too small for you."

She took the bra and stuffed it into a drawer of her desk.  She
opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.  She
couldn't think of any way to explain her behavior that wouldn't
be blatantly laughable and she knew it.

"Really, you're at least a C-cup, probably closer to a D.  Don't
you know wearing a bra too small will shut off the blood to your
nipples and make them swell and itch like that?"

It was a totally bullshit explanation, but she was so grateful at
being handed one on a plate like that that she instantly relaxed
to the point of almost laughing out loud at how stupid it was.

Before she could stop me, I spun her around in the chair and
yanked up her shirt over her head.  She looked pretty funny with
her arms wrapped up in the shirt and unable to stop me from
taking liberties.  If she thought about it, she might begin to
question how strong I had to be to overpower her like this, but
she was probably going to be too flustered to think clearly.

I reached down and cupped a breast in my hand, checking the shape
and the heft as I gave it an appraisal.  As soon as she felt the
touch of my hand she quit struggling.

"You really need a D, you know," I told her, giving her a little
extra squeeze.  "Although you seem to be pretty firm to me.  You
could get away with going braless except when you're going to be
exercising.  You'd want to keep from rubbing your nipples raw on
the inside of your shirt."  I stroked her nipple to emphasize my
point about how sensitive they could be and I heard a low moan
from inside the balled-up shirt.

"You have nice soft nipples," I told her, holding the one in my
hand between my fingers and gently rolling it around.  "You don't
want to make them raw.  You need to put some cocoa butter on them
if they get irritated.  You just rub it all around until it's
worked into the skin."

She whimpered inside her cloth sack.  She had quit struggling and
was letting me do whatever I wanted to her.  I decided it was
time to let her out, since it must be stuffy in there.  I pulled
her shirt down and covered her breasts again.  She crossed her
arms under them trapping them under the heavy cotton cloth.

I pulled up my own top and let my breasts dangle inches from her
face.  She almost went cross-eyed looking at them.

"Trust me," I said.  A command that could have several meanings.
"I know what it's like to wear a bra that's too small.  Can you
imagine what it was like for me to have these trapped in a cup
three sizes too small?"

She froze in place, so I helped her.  I took her hand and put it
on one of my breasts.

"I mean, really.  Try to squeeze that down to an F-cup.  Go
ahead, try."

She squeezed gently.  When she saw that she wasn't hurting me she
squeezed again until her fingers had pushed into my flesh a
half-inch.  She laughed at the idea that I could wear something
that absurdly small and she quit squeezing, but she didn't take
her hand away.

"Did you get to see my jewelry?" I asked.  She could hardly miss
it; it was almost banging into her nose.  She played with the
bells for a bit and she ran her fingers around the rings and felt
where they disappeared into my skin.  She looked like a kid in a
toy store, not knowing what to touch next.  I waited patiently
while she enjoyed an opportunity that she had never expected to
have.

When she took her hands off me and looked up into my face, she
seemed to be a different person.  I pulled down my top and my bra
and made a big deal out of getting adjusted.  She took the hint
and helped smooth the chains and bells down so they weren't
bunched up and biting into me.

"Thanks," I said.  "Now, don't you feel much more comfortable?"

"Um?" she mumbled, momentarily confused.  "Oh, yes!  Thanks.  I
guess I do need to get a bigger bra.  I just didn't want to look
too...big, you know?"

I realized that she'd been trying to make herself stay the size
she was when she was a high school girl.  She was trying to
identify with us, to be like us.  I represented the
transformation into womanhood that she had been denying herself,
so she had been attracted to me.  That's why she had only put up
a token struggle, she had wanted to be freed from her
self-imposed prison, to be told she could allow herself to
blossom as she saw us blossoming.  

My insight seemed unusually keen and I wondered if this wasn't
another sign of new ability.  If my eyesight was sharper, why not
my empathic sense as well?

"You know, I don't know your first name," I said, knowing that if
she answered me, it meant she was willing to let us go beyond our
student-teacher roles.

"It's Sue," she said, smiling.  And just like that, I had a new
friend.

"Sue, are you busy this afternoon?  I thought we could run
downtown and see about getting you some underwear that fits."

"That would be very nice, Sam.  I'd love too."

"Great!  And I have some other friends I'd like you to meet. 
You'll like them.  They're all just kids like us.  Just like
us."

Tears welled up in her eyes at being told that I understood her
heart's desire and being reassured that she could have what she
wanted   to be just a kid again and have girlfriends and go
shopping and stuff.  I wiped the tears away, which only made
things worse, of course.

"So, I'll see you after school?  Good."

I slipped out of Sue's office and shut the door behind me.  I
wished I could solve every problem I ran into by making friends.
It would sure make the world a much better place.

I was the last girl in the showers, but Polly and Angie had both
waited for me.  For the second time that day, I got thoroughly
washed and loved it.  I tried to wash them back, but apparently
they had taken care of each other before I arrived.  Between the
two of them, they discovered that I was ticklish in one small
spot under each breast and we made the shower room ring with
shrieks and giggles as they chased me from one end to another
trying to get to those spots.

Everyone else had fled, so we were the last girls still in the
showers when Coach came along to shoo us out.  He eyes were red,
but she was smiling, and she even flicked a towel at my butt as I
ran for my locker.  When she moved, I could tell that she still
hadn't but her bra back on, which I took as a very good sign.  I
grinned as I backed away from her rolled up towel, holding my
rear protectively.  She was starting to act just like a kid.  I
wondered if she had ever had a chance to be a teen at all.  Her
whole problem might be more due to repressed childhood than
repressed sexuality.  Play might be all she needed.  Then I
remembered how she had moaned when I touched her, and I thought
she probably needed a good climax or three as well, but maybe I
was just projecting my own feelings.  I enjoyed having her in a
helpless position where I could do anything I wanted to her. 
What I wanted most was to hear her scream in ecstasy as I applied
the BumbleBee to her quivering clit.  For my money, one good hard
cum was worth more than a month on an analyst's couch.

My last class of the day crawled by as Miss Albert patiently
explained for the third time the difference between a sequence
and a series and vainly tried to move us closer to the next
section in the book before we all died of old age.  I had gotten
curious and skipped ahead a couple of chapters so I was impatient
for us to get to linear equations, about which I had a few
questions that I wanted to ask, mainly about how to determine
when a system has no solution without working on the problem all
day.  I thought the book sort of skipped over this point.

I spent the time finding out that, while I couldn't change the
color of my nails directly, I could change enough of the pigment
in the skin underneath to make them look almost any color I
wanted except blue.  For some reason I couldn't do blue very
well.  It just made my fingernails look like someone had smacked
them with a hammer.

When I finally escaped from Math I, I dumped all the books I
wouldn't need into my locker and ran out to the parking lot to
meet Neeka.  I beat her there and had to wait for her.

"Get away from my car!" She called as she walked over.

"What?" 

"The next thing I know, you'll be perched on the hood ornament,
humping the chrome off it!"

"Hey, you started it!  Can I help it if your car is a good fuck?
Angie certainly thought so."

"She sure did, didn't she?  Well if anybody is going to be
screwing this vehicle from now on, it's going to be me!"

"You've been thinking about it, haven't you?"

"I sure have.  After watching the two of you, and especially
after your little adventure at lunch, I'm up for it."

"Well, I wish we could go to some nice out of the way garage, so
you and your date could have a torrid afternoon of depraved
auto-eroticism..."

"Oh, you didn't say that!  My God, what a horrible pun!"

"Jealous!  By the way, we need to take a new friend shopping."

"Oooo, shopping!  OK, whose credit card do we use?"

"Hers, I guess."  I pulled my flat and mostly empty wallet out of
my bag.  I hadn't looked in it for days.  There hadn't been any
need and I didn't expect the measly few dollars I carried in it
to reproduce or anything.  As I opened it a bright flash of gold
caught my eye.  I didn't have five dollars in there, there
certainly wouldn't be anything....I snatched it out of the sleeve
and held it up to the sky so it could shine in the sun.  I held
in my hand a gold credit card with my name on it.  I didn't need
three guesses to know who was responsible for this.

"Are you just now finding that?  Do you know how long ago she got
that for you and stuck it in there?"

I was speechless.  If someone had handed me a check for a million
dollars I could not have been more stunned.  With everything
Bambi had done for me, giving me a credit card must have seemed
to her the most trivial of details, not really worth mentioning.
But I had never had one before.  Yvette had one, but after Dad
left she used it only on special occasions.  She could never be
sure we would have enough money to pay the bill when it came.

I certainly never thought I would have a Gold Card.  I didn't
even know what the credit line had to be before they issued them
in that color.  It must be...thousands!

"At least," Neeka said.  "I think it's $5000 and goes up from
there.  Platinum starts at $10,000 and goes up you don't want to
know how high."

"Five thousand dollars!  I'm holding five-thousand dollars?  Holy
moly!"

"Watch your language!"

"Hunh?"

"You never had one before?  You know how to use it, don't you?"

"Sure!  You just swipe and...."  I wasn't real sure about the
rest.  I'd seen it but I'd never done it.

"Unhunh.  You know it's not money.   It's just a promise to pay
the money when the bill comes in.  And Bambi will be the one
getting the bill, which will itemize everything you charge on
that card in neat little categories with store names and dates
and everything."

"Oh.  Sure.  I knew that."  I didn't.  And she knew I didn't. 
But she was my best friend and wouldn't rub my nose in it.  Not
too awful much.  Five Thousand Dollars.  She trusted me with a
credit card good for Five Thousand Dollars.

"You're hopeless," Neeka said.  She got right in my face and put
her hands on my cheeks.  "She knows she can trust you," she told
me in slow measured words, "with the lives...of her children. 
You proved yourself worthy of that trust.  This..." she tapped
the card in my hand, "...is just plastic."

"Gee, you sure know how to fuck up a good time!"  But I took her
point.  The card was beneath mentioning as far as Mom was
concerned.  She trusted me with far more important things than
her money.  That's why she had never bothered to tell me when she
slipped it into my wallet.  She just assumed that I would find it
when I needed it.

"So OK, we can go shopping," I said. "I can buy a few things that
I need that don't cost a lot."

"And?"

"And?  And...and I can buy something for Mom while we're out,
too!"

"There you go!  You'll catch onto this 'daughter' business yet."

She was right.  It was still very new to me.  I never would have
thought of buying something for Yvette.  She would have grilled
me about where I got the money and implied that I had whored
myself for it, even outright accused me of it.  I shuddered. 
Those memories would take a while to fade.

"I'm sorry, Sam!  I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, it's OK.  I forgave her.  I can't forget, but I can make
better memories to put on top of those, until the good ones hide
the bad."

"Good plan.  Who's this coming?  Is that Coach Simpson?"

I followed her gaze toward the Gym.  There was a girl walking
toward us across the parking lot.  Her short auburn hair looked
like it had just lost a battle to a brush.  She wore a white
cotton blouse that could have used some starch and the touch of a
hot iron, and a khaki skirt that was just a little too long for
current fashion or the great set of legs she had.  She was
carrying a ratty canvas bag that had probably held liniment or
something until a half hour ago.  She was smiling.  It was the
smile that made her look so different.

"Yes, Sue Simpson.  13 going on 26, OK?"

"Gotcha.  Have I told you yet today that you are the nicest
person on the planet?"

"Thank you kindly.  You are a magnificent judge of character," I
told her.  "Hi, Sue!  You're just in time.  I'd like you to meet
another friend of mine.  This is Neeka Morgan."

She looked at me like she wanted to hug me when I described Neeka
as 'another' friend.  She held out her hand to Neeka.

"Hello, Neeka.  Pleased to meet you."

"Hi, Sue.  I'm pleased to meet you, too.  Any friend of Sam's is
certainly a friend of mine."

"Well thank you, but I'm not really..." Neither of us let her
finish the sentence.  We both closed in on her and each grabbed a
hand.

"Yes." I said firmly.

"You are." Neeka finished for me.

"Whatever else you may consider yourself to be..."

"...you are our friend."

"And we hold friends..."

"...very dear."

Faced with two stubborn girls who would accept nothing less than
her acknowledgement of them as her friends and peers, Coach
Simpson capitulated.

"Thank you.  Both of you.  I never thought...I never hoped.  It's
good to have friends."

"Darn right, girl.  Now let's go to the mall!"

We were just sorting out who would sit in the almost non-existent
back seat of Neeka's compact car when I saw a very plain,
older-model car pull up to the curb.  "Why don't they just put
'Police Detectives' in big red letters on the thing?" I said.

"What's the matter?" Sue asked.

"Nothing.  Just some business associates of mine.  This will only
take a minute.  I'll be right back."

I left Neeka to try to explain to Sue what I meant by 'business
associates', and why they would be driving such a blatantly
unmarked police car and I walked over to have a word with Gail
and her partner, Frank.

They stayed in the car, which was fine with me, since being seen
talking to a couple of police detectives on school grounds would
have been difficult to explain.  I was just taller than the car,
so I had to lean over a little to see inside.  This made my loose
top slide forward, showing off my substantial cleavage and
allowing my bells to ring as they swung in the afternoon breeze.

"Hi, Gail.  How are you today?  This must be your partner."

"Hi, Sam," she said, then she turned to her partner who seemed to
be having trouble keeping his eyes from falling out of his head
while staring at my boobs.  "Say hello, Frank.  And try not to
drool on the seatcovers."

"Hello, Frank," I said, politely.  When he couldn't find his
tongue, I added sweetly, "I didn't know they were letting
Neanderthals on the force, now.  I'm sure your tribe is very
proud of you."

Gail cracked up laughing.  She had on a really severe gray skirt
and jacket, so I figured she had been spending a lot of time in
meetings and doing news interviews and could use a good laugh to
break the tension.  I also didn't mind yanking the chain of the
man who sent her out as bait while wearing clothes calculated to
hurt her or get her hurt.

Frank frowned at my breasts.  As far as he was concerned, I
didn't have a face.

"Hey!" he said.  "You got no call..."

"Don't I?  You sent your partner out in a pornographic excuse for
a jogging outfit to be bait for a sadistic bastard who'd already
ruined several young women.  Have you thought for a second what
would have happened if it had been her instead of me that the
bastard drugged and hauled off to butcher?"  I was laying it on a
little thicker than was really called-for, but I had been
carrying a grudge against Frank and I wanted to get it out of my
system.

Frank looked stunned, guilty, and confused.  I suspected that
only the guilty part was new to him.  Gail looked at me like she
wanted to adopt me on the spot.  I'd already figured that these
two weren't together out of mutual respect.  It was pretty clear
to me that, unlike in the movies, some partnerships never grow
beyond the minimum level of tolerance.

Gail attempted no apology for Frank.  She seemed smugly happy to
have someone else be indignant with him for a change.

"Gail, how are you holding up with the suits and the media?"

"You're something, Sam." She said.  "You really are.  You spend
hours in a homemade torture chamber and you're concerned about me
having to explain how I pulled off the biggest bust of my career.
 Shut up Frank.  You got credit on the report.  It's more than
you deserve.

"Anyway," she continued, "I wanted to check on you, to see how
you were doing...after.  I called your number and your...Mom told
me you were...still at school?  I'm sorry.  This is too weird. 
You're in High School?"

There wasn't any easy way to break it to her.  I decided to be
blunt.

"I'm eighteen years old.  I'm a Senior at AHS.  I used to be on
the Varsity Cheerleading Squad.  And I'm on the way to the Mall
with my friends to do some Shopping.  I have to have an older
friend drive me because I don't have a license.  Not even a
Learner's Permit."

"Shit!  See? She's a child!" Frank said belligerently.  "I don't
care what you say, she's just a kid!"

That was exactly what I wanted to hear from Frank.

"Excuse me, Gail," I said.  "This won't take a minute."

I vaulted over the car and did a turn in mid-air, landing on my
feet next to Frank's door.  I reached in through the window and
grabbed the lapels of his cheap suit and snatched him through the
window without giving him a chance to undo his seatbelt.  I
dropped him on the ground and reached down and undid his belt.  I
grabbed his trouser cuffs and yanked his pants off in one jerk. 
I took the pants to the back end of the police car and, putting
my hip against the side and one hand under the chassis; I lifted
the car a foot off the ground and tossed Frank's pants under the
rear tire.  When I dropped the car it wobbled for a few seconds
before it steadied.  It all took less time to describe than to do
and I was out of sight of everyone but my police friends the
whole time except for jumping over the car.

Gail was out of the car instantly when she saw Frank go out the
window.  She caught the last bit of me picking up the car and
trapping his pants under the wheel.

Frank sat on the asphalt in his dirty-gray cotton briefs with his
mouth open so far I could see down his throat.  He crawled over
to his pants and tried to pull them out from under the wheel.  It
was pointless.  The fabric would tear before he could get them
out.  He tried to pick up the car and almost gave himself a
hernia.  He sat down holding his pants with one hand and glared
at me.  I ignored him.

"So, I'm glad you're going to get some recognition for this." I
told Gail, who was almost as stunned as her partner at what she
had just seen.  "When you have some free time, I'd like to talk
to you some about what it's like in the department and how you
got to be a Detective and stuff.  I really appreciate the work
you do, especially considering what you have to put up with."  My
glance at Frank was redundant.

I could have been speaking Swahili for all that she was getting
of what I was saying.  She was far more interested in watching
Frank squirm on the hot asphalt.

"She...she..." Frank babbled.  "She took my pants."

"You're lucky she didn't take your dick, too.  Now do you believe
me?  This girl really can do what I said.  She's the one they
call The Dragon."

I knew a cue when I heard one.  I got down on all fours in front
of Frank; put my face right up to his and turned it on.  He
turned much whiter than his underwear and slammed his head
against the car trying to back away from me.  I shut it off and
stood up.

"At least he quit looking at my tits," I told Gail. "You sound
funny.  Are you sure you're OK?"

"Yes....No.  This is just..."

"You're weirded-out because I'm a teenager."

"Look, I thought it was a cover, you know.  But when I talked to
your Mom, she was just so...normal about it.  You're a schoolgirl
who can bend iron bars and pick up cars."

"I also run very fast, jump very high, kick like a bombshell..."
I bent over Frank who was still sitting on the ground "...and I
am positively, absolutely the last person on the planet that you
want to piss off!"

I picked up the car again and Frank snatched his pants out from
under the wheel a split-second before I dropped it.  I was amazed
at how easy it had been to do.  I thought I might have been able
to flip the car over if I tried.  I wasn't tranced, but I was
mad, so my adrenalin was flowing pretty good.

Frank scrambled into his trousers and stood a respectful distance
away.  Not that he could have got away if I decided to snatch him
naked.  It was clearly a new thing for him to show respect.  He
looked uncomfortable, like there was something he thought he
should be doing, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Gail went back and got in the driver's door.  Frank was eager to
leave, but I was between him and the car, so he waited for me to
get out of the way.  I decided I shouldn't leave things with
Frank on this note.  I didn't think we'd ever be friends, but I
didn't want to make him an enemy.  I crooked a finger to him and
he shuffled over to me and bent down to put his face on a level
with mine.

"Frank, I want to illustrate something for you," I told him.  I
took his hand and put it under my top and pressed it against my
breast.  He looked shocked, but pleased.  Then I reached between
his legs and took hold of his testicles through the thin
material.  His pleased look faded quickly.

"What we have here is mutual trust.  You don't hurt me, and I
won't hurt you.  If you're mean to me, or Gail, then what's going
to happen to you won't be very nice."  I squeezed slightly to
make my point.  He froze for a second and then stroked my breast
as gently as I have ever felt.

"Good!  I see you understand.  We have a very intimate
relationship.  You have your hands on my tender places, and I
have my hands on yours.  You be nice, and I'll be nice."

He stroked again and I let go of his testicles and squeezed his
cock instead.  A small smile crept onto his face as he realized
that I could be as nice as he wanted me to be.  He took his hand
away from my breast and I released his cock.  We had an unspoken
agreement of sorts.  I held out the hand I had gripped his
testicles with for him to shake and he did so without hesitation.
 He wasn't afraid of me now, but he respected me quite a lot.  I
opened the door for him and he got in the car.

I shut the door for him and leaned in and whispered in his ear,
"I don't mind if you look, Frank.  But try to be complimentary
about it."

His eyes flashed back to my breasts briefly before he faced front
with a thoughtful expression.  I hoped he wasn't giving himself a
headache from the strain.

"You OK, Frank?" Gail asked him.

"Yeah," he said with a surprised tone.  "Yeah, I'm good."  He was
coming away with an understanding about the use of force that I
think was a revelation for him.  He turned to look at me.  "Nice
meeting you, miss," he said politely.

"Sam.  Just call me Sam.  You be careful, Frank.  There are a lot
of very bad people out there."

The look in his eyes told me he had acquired a new category in
his book of bad people and good people.

"I'll be careful, Sam.  I will, for sure."  He managed a smile
that told me he would remember our agreement.

Gail drove off with a small wave.  I walked back to Neeka and
Sue.

"Business associates?" Sue asked.

"Yep."

"They looked like policemen."

It was time to use my fall-back cover story and hope that it
would satisfy her curiosity.  My fame was obviously spreading
quickly in the law enforcement community, which I supposed was a
good thing.  I hoped it was also spreading among the criminal
element as well.  The one place I didn't want it spreading was at
school.  I needed some place I could still pretend to be a normal
girl.

"They were, Sue.  They are Police Detectives."  I rooted in my
bookbag and pulled out my badge.  I flipped it open and let Sue
have a quick look.  "You could say they are brother officers."

Sue reacted badly, to say the least.  She got this terrified look
and she clapped both hands over her mouth as she backed into the
side of Neeka's small car.

"You're the police?  Oh, my God!  You're going to arrest me!"

At first I was stumped.  I could not imagine what the heck she
was talking about.  She was so serious about it that I almost
laughed.  I kept a straight face while I tried to figure it out.
I saw Neeka hiding her grin behind her hand and I asked her
silently if she knew what Sue was on about.

"She thinks you're going to bust her for fraternizing with a
student," she giggled in my head.

"Oh, no!  How can I convince her I'm not?  I just told her I'm a
cop!"

"I don't know, but you better do it quick.  She looks like she's
about to fall to pieces."

An idea came to me.  It wasn't the greatest idea, but I was short
of options and Neeks was right about the time factor.  I gave Sue
a stern look and said, "Right!  Turn around and put your hands
behind you."

She complied immediately without making a sound.  I reached in my
bag, but I hadn't brought my fanny pack, so I didn't have my
restraints.  Neeka pulled off her hairband and gave it to me.  I
twisted it and slipped it over Sue's wrists, then I opened the
car door and half-shoved her into the back seat and climbed in
after her.  Neeka ran around and jumped in the driver's seat, but
didn't start the car right away.

"OK, Sue.  I'm going to have to search you for weapons.  Turn
around and face me."

She scooted around on the small seat so our knees were touching.
She looked like she was about to cry.  It almost broke my heart,
but I kept my 'official' face in place and patted her down.  As I
did so, I felt her breasts jiggle invitingly under her blouse.

"It feels like there is something suspicious here," I announced
to no one in particular.  "I'm going to have to unbutton this
blouse.  Hold still, now.  I don't want to hurt you."

She stoically squared her shoulders, a posture that made her
blouse move in the most delightful way.  I was having second
thoughts about letting her wear a bra.  She was a real
head-turner without one.  I quickly undid her buttons and pulled
her blouse open.  Her breasts stood out proudly on her chest, two
round and full mounds that moved with the slightest twitch of the
hard pectorals under them. Her nipples were large pink circles
with puffy bumps in the center, like cherries on a pair of
sundaes.  When she got excited, they would be fun to play with.

I put my hands under both breasts and announced, "Just as I
thought.  A pair of deadly weapons!  I guess I'll have to do a
better job of searching you.  Sit back against the door!"

She looked confused, but she did as I told her.  I leaned forward
and pulled down the zipper on the side of her skirt and yanked it
and her panties down to her knees before she could utter a
squeak.  I picked up her feet and took her panties and skirt away
and tossed them in the front seat. 

Sue still looked terrified. But it was alternating with a look of
puzzlement and alarm.  She was virtually naked in the backseat
with an authority-figure who had just stripped her.  She was
still cowed, but she was beginning to suspect that something was
seriously not right about this.

"OK, I guess I have to do a cavity search.  Spread your legs and
pick up your ass."

She hesitated and I said, "Do it!  Now!" as sharply as I dared.

Her legs flew apart and she presented her pussy to me with an
expression that was starting to show signs of obvious arousal. 
Her breathing was becoming rapid and she was flushed down to her
creamy white breasts.

Her body was magnificent.  If there was an ounce of fat on her, I
couldn't see it.  Her flat abdominal muscles rippled under her
skin, standing out in sharp relief as though carved from the
hardest marble.  Her legs were overlapping straps of hard muscle
from her torso to her toes.  They looked powerful, but very
feminine.  Her hard, sexy butt bunched and rolled like two otters
fucking in a party balloon.  She had no trouble holding the
awkward position I had put her in.  

I put my hand between her legs and gently cupped her sex.  I
stroked her soft brown curls slowly and tenderly, gradually
sliding deeper and deeper into her cleft.

She was completely distracted now.  I couldn't tell if she still
thought she was being arrested or not.  Her desires were being
awakened in full force and she pushed her pussy into my hand,
encouraging me to explore deeper.  I ran a finger between her
outer lips and she shuddered at the touch.  She was going to be
easy to make cum and I was going to enjoy doing it.

I kept stroking her and she moaned in response.  Her eyes closed
and she let herself go, surrendering to me and to the delicious
feelings I was giving her.  Slowly, her knees moved further and
further apart as she tried to get me to go deeper still.

I pressed my finger firmly against the slit between her labia and
it slid inside through a very narrow opening barely wide enough
to accept my small finger.  Another bit of information essential
to helping Sue Simpson had fallen into place.  She was still a
virgin - and a tight one, too.

As soon as my finger slid inside her, Sue let out a sigh that was
halfway to a squeal.  Her nicely defined abdominal muscles flexed
and my hand was suddenly soaked with the vaginal fluid that
poured out of her and ran down my arm.

Knowing how sensitive virgins can be about their unexplored
territory, I carefully pulled my finger out and substituted
something far softer and more sensitive   my tongue.

I probed carefully through her small hole, lapping up her nectar
and licking parts of her that had never been touched before.  She
squeaked like a mouse and flinched away from the contact.  Even
that slight touch had been too much for her to take.

She recovered immediately, though, and pushed her pussy back up
toward my face.  She wanted me to try again.  This time I used my
tongue to leisurely trace the outline of her labia ending up with
it poised close enough to her clit for her to feel the warmth on
her throbbing nub.

She clenched her teeth and tensed herself for the main event.  I
considered keeping her in suspense for a while to heighten the
experience for her, but she seemed pretty wound up by this time
and she needed release in the worst way.  I put my lips around
her clit and then simultaneously sucked it and flicked my tongue
across it.  

Sue exploded into one of the most violent orgasms I have ever
seen.  In self defense, I threw my arms around her hips trapping
my head between her thighs and hung on firmly as she thrashed
about, seemingly trying to bash my brains out on the rear window
of the car.  Although she had a wonderfully muscled and toned
body from all the exercise she'd been doing while leading all
those sessions of calisthenics and running all those laps with
every class, she was still nowhere near as strong as I was.  I
was able to keep both of us from being bruised while she strained
and jerked.

When she had burned off all the pent-up sexual energy, she
dropped her butt back onto the seat.  I helped her straighten her
legs out and then I pulled her hips into my lap with her knees in
the air so she could lie down on the seat.  I put my hand between
her legs and gently stroked her soaked crotch and the insides of
her thighs.

She sighed again, a high, keening sound.  It was a sound of joy
and discovery, as well as profound relief.  She took several deep
breaths and then sprang up and threw her arms around me.  Neeka
reached over and retrieved her hairband, which was remarkably
still intact after the hard use.

"Oh, Sam!  That was wonderful!" Sue said, kissing my ear and my
cheek in a frenzy of joy and gratitude.  "I never knew it could
be like that!  I never knew it could feel that good!"

"Sue," I said, with a note of regret in my voice that made her
pull back and look me in the face to get the bad news, "I don't
know how to break it to you...but...that was nothing.  That was
just a 'quickie'.  You can have orgasms ten times that powerful.
You can cum so hard and so strong that you'll think the top of
your head has blown off and your brain is flying around the room
trailing sparks."

"No!"

"Yes.  And Sue?  Here's a really big secret.  It will be a
hundred times better than that when you get some guy with a
really big cock to bust that cherry for you."

"NO!"

"Yes.  Trust me on this one.  We're a couple of cock-connoisseurs
and we know what we're talking about."

Sue looked at Neeka for confirmation of my claim.  Neeka nodded
with the biggest smirk on her face that I have ever seen.


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