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 Sorcerer: The Inner Circle by BJohn
   Chapters 21 - 30 01/28/07
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   Chapter 21
   NATALIE (Sunday evening 12/4)
   Jeez it was hot!  I hadn't been sure if it was too much when I started,
but it turned out perfectly.  I'd _felt_ Dave's fires burn when I swished
my tits and twat at him.
   I guess I have an exhibitionist streak somewhere.  My willingness to
share Bob's and my sex life, showing off the Sorcerer's Grip last night and
now putting the heat to Dave.
   When we got inside our (Bob's) room and had the door shut, we did a
high-five and a little victory dance.
   He told me earnestly, "Sunshine, you are a total sex-goddess.  You had
me so turned on I would have screwed you on the kitchen table at the blink
of an eye -- and I wasn't even the target!  You and Mother got him so
turned on, twisted up and horny, he couldn't see or think straight.  That
*was* the idea, wasn't it?"
   "Hush, Sorcerer -- there are women's secrets to which mere males are not
privy.  Only the High Priestesses of the Twitching Twat are permitted even
the slightest hints of those mysteries."
   I could see he wasn't totally buying it.  "Perhaps I need to get out the
Sorcerer's Wand and practice some spells?"
   "Even that would not break my vow of secrecy -- I think.  We have to try
it to find out."
   I got the room lights ready -- dim enough not to glare but bright enough
to see Bob's sexy muscles -- especially one particular love muscle!
   We'd just finished our arrangements with the water bottles, pillows and
towels when I realized he was standing there glaring at me with his fists
on his hips.
   "What?"
   He started in with a hard look, "Missy Lillian, ya was a naughty girl
tonight."
   Oh, my!  My pussy promptly wet my thighs.  I squeaked, "Please, Unka
Robert, I don't understand!"
   "Ya wiggled yer cute boobies at me daddy."
   "I'm sorry."
   "Ya almost poked his eye out with those drill bits on the ends."
   "He knows to wear safety goggles!"
   "Don't quibble wit' me, young lady!  Then ya pushed yer wet, smelly
cunny in his face and got him all worked up."
   "It wasn't my fault!  I slipped.  Besides, it was your Mommy who had the
wet and smelly cunny, not me!"
   "Don't try to evade me!  I know what *yer* cunny smells like -- and
tastes like!"
   "Oh, Unka Robert, you're getting my cunny all weepy -- again."
   "Then ya winked yer cunny and yer poo hole at him!  I know whatcha
wanted -- ya wanted him to put his man-thing in yer poo hole!  Don't deny
it, Missy Lillian!"
   "But Unka Robert, my daddy promised me *he* would -- and he hasn't yet."
   "But not *my* daddy in front of *my* mommy!  Confess, little one!  Ya
want to steal my daddy from my mommy and have him all for yerself! 
Confess!"
   "Oh, no!  It can't be true!"
   "CONFESS!"
   I dropped to my knees in front of him in supplication -- and ogled
Little Bob, who was wide awake and alert.
   "I'm sorry, Unka Robert!  Please forgive me; I didn't know what I was
doing!"
   "Well...  maybe, Missy Lillian.  But ya need to learn some discipline."
   "Please, please, Unka Robert.  Discipline me!  Will you chew on my
little butt?  Give my poo hole a good licking?  Give my cunny a wonderful
tongue-lashing?  "
   "None of those mundane things, child.  This calls for thuh maximum
discipline -- thuh Rod..."
   "Oooh Nooo!  Please, please, please, not the Rod!"
   "...  of Chastisement!"
   "No!  Please no!  Not the Rod of Chastisement!  Anything but that!"
   "The 'anything' is...  ya go to bed tonight all frustrated and
unbearably horny."
   "I've done it before, no big deal."
   "Yeh, but this time, I'll be on guard and won't letcha diddle yerself --
ya'll just suffer!  Buwahhahahaha!"
   "Oh, Unka Robert, you're just so...  unbearably strong and masculine --
I can't resist you.  I've never suffered the Rod of Chastisement, will I
survive?"
   "It's possible ya may not.  It's long, very slow torture.  Ya'll be led
on a Journey towards the Gates of Heaven, and just when ya get a glimpse of
'em, ya'll be turned away to suffer in torment at what ya've lost.  This
will happen again and again and again -- until ya repent of your
wrong-doing!
   "If ya repent very, very sincerely, ya may get to thuh Gates and receive
a glimpse of thuh Heaven within.  Ya would have to swear never to tease my
daddy again.
   "Ya'll have to swear on your virgin cunny -- no, that won't work -- or
yer virgin poo hole -- no, it may be gone, too -- okay, yer virgin left ear
-- wait, does sticking a tongue in and cleaning out thuh ear wax count?  --
any way, ya'll have to repent!"
   "Unka Robert, I swear to repent!  I'll be so repentant I'll get you to
blast open the Gates of Heaven with your Rod of Chastisement!  Because I'm
going to fuck your brains out, and you won't be able to think!"
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   ELIZABETH
   Wow!  Natalie sure was a hot one!  She'd dangled the bait and Dave had
taken it all!
   I thought I'd die from laughing when she'd "fallen" on the floor and
pretended to be so awkward -- she was as coordinated and graceful it is
possible for a human to be.  Bob and I had taught her to dance and awkward
is *not* in her physical vocabulary.
   From the smell when I'd walked in, Bob had already worked her up pretty
good.  I'd guess when she'd flashed Dave, her crotch had been soaked in her
fluids, and we could all see her nipples were hard.
   Of course I'd contributed to the smell, too.  My pussy was as wet as it
had been the first time Dave and I made love over twenty years ago, and my
nipples were so hard they ached.
   Then Bob chimed in, accusing him of hitting on her.  Poor guy.  But it
was for a good cause.
   I felt Dave behind me just before he scooped me up, cradled me in his
arms and carried me into our bedroom.  He hit the light switch with his
elbow and stood there looking at me from about a foot away.
   He looked pretty stern, too.  Maybe he'd figured out something.
   He growled at me, "You two girls figured you'd get me all worked up, eh?
That sweet young thang flashing her cute boobs and wet pussy at me, pushing
her pucker at me and doing all the play acting!  Hell, I saw her dance --
it was no accident.
   "And you, Elizabeth O'Reilly, sitting there in your slinky robe oozing
come-hither at me with your hair all down, those beautiful nipples poked
out and your pussy drooling all over your butt.  You thought I wouldn't
catch on?  Bob isn't the only empath around here.  Where did you think *he*
got it from?
   "Since your Machiavellian machinations have been exposed for what they
are -- a plot to get laid -- the only question is what do I do with you
now?
   "Is it going to be the Leprechaun's Staff, the Rod of Chastisement,
or... both?" He leaned forward, and we went into one of those wonderful
deep kisses he's so good at, full of love, wonder and passion.
   He was holding me with his left arm under my shoulders and his right arm
under my legs.  He flipped up with his right arm and got his hand under my
robe, supporting me under my ass.
   He worked his hand around a little, gave me another little bounce and
put his hand between my legs under my ass.  His hands are *big* and he
could easily hold my entire weight with one hand, so I was basically
sitting on his hand with my bare legs dangling down.
   "Your ass is bare -- and wet.  Have you been stewing in your own juices
all evening?  I _felt_ you getting wet hours ago.  And what's this?" He
slipped his thumb up onto my pussy.
   "One of those thongs, eh?  Really trying to play the seductive lady? 
Well, Elizabeth O'Reilly, I hope you're very well-rested because you and I
are going to get *very* well re-acquainted tonight.
   "After all, you're my luscious lady, the firebrand of my desires, the
one I'd die for and the mother of our children.  I love you more than I can
ever say, but perhaps there are ways I can *show* you how wonderful and
special I think you are.
   "But first, an inspection of the territory is in order."
   He moved his hands and arms around as fast as lightening and the next
thing I knew I was dangling head-down with him holding me by the hips with
his head between my legs.  My thighs were over his shoulders, my robe
hanging to the floor, and my face was just in front of his bulging shorts.
   He rubbed his beard stubble lightly along my thighs and licked around a
little bit.  Oh, God it felt good!  He was probably staring right at my
soaked pussy and pulsating nether hole.
   I seized the opportunity, so to speak, wrapped my arms around his legs
and tried to drag down his shorts with my teeth.
   I heard him take a few deep sniffs of my sopping pussy.  He took the
front panel of my thong gently in his mouth, gave it a little tug and got
his teeth over it.  He flicked his head and tore it off!
   He breathed heavily onto my now-bare pussy, took a deep breath and tried
to suck my navel out through my vagina.
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   DAVID REYNOLDS
   I hadn't seen her this wet for years!  She clamped her legs around my
head and tried to grab my cock with her mouth through my shorts.
   I sucked pretty hard -- not as hard as I could, but I wasn't trying to
get out rattlesnake poison, either, just some of the most delicious
beverage in the world.
   I licked her sweet nest from the bright-red curly hair on her mound all
the way over her sweet pucker in back.  I sucked more elixir from her
passage then tried to drill my tongue through her pucker-hole into her
throat.
   She shrieked like she hadn't done in years!  She squirmed, thrashed her
legs and squeezed her arms around my hips so hard I thought she'd crush my
boner with her head.
   I lifted her up just a little for a different angle then licked her
again, hard!  She shrieked and thrashed some more.  I took a breath, buried
my nose in her passage and tried to suck her entire clit area into my
mouth.
   Jaysus, I _felt_ her come!  Her entire body convulsed and shook and the
only way my hearing survived was because she had her head buried in my
crotch.
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   ELIZABETH
   We'd been busted so badly!  Apparently he was a lot more sensitive than
I'd ever suspected and had played along with us.  I didn't think he had
been totally aware of what we'd plotted but he managed to play us like a
harp.
   I know if I'd been a guy, I'd have been delighted to have Natalie
display her charms the way she did -- especially knowing she was probably
going to be boffing Bob all evening!
   Ever come when you're upside down and your head is full of blood?  I
guess it's the opposite of fainting.  Here I was with Dave holding me
upside down by my hips while he tried to suck my clit down his throat --
and was doing a wonderful job!
   I was coming harder than I'd had in years!  I couldn't think of anything
but how wonderful this man was making me -- and us -- feel.  I kept trying
to _project_ or _push_ into him the sensations and emotions I was feeling
and I think he was getting it!
   He kept up the suction on my clit and I felt him start walking.  He
flopped us backwards onto the bed so I was on top.  He squirmed around a
little and got us into the classic 69 with my knees folded up under his
arms with his head still buried in my crotch.
   He let go of my clit for a bit but kept licking and sucking every where
else -- I felt totally helpless; all I could do was keep on coming.  And I
*loved* it!
   When the series of orgasms had died down a little and I could shriek
instead of scream, he sucked just my clit into his mouth and thrummed his
tongue across it, hard!
   Another climax crashed over us, and I went back to screaming and
thrashing around.  I felt his hands move around on my ass, and he squeezed
my cheeks in rhythm with my contractions while he kept rubbing his tongue
across my nerve center -- which kept the orgasm going and going and going.
   He did it again and again -- letting an orgasm die down then pushing us
over into another one.  I was getting sore from coming and screaming.
   He worked his hand around my ass a bit, plunged his fingers deep into my
channel and stroked them in and out.
   It set off another, slightly different series of climaxes, each one
stronger than the one before.  I was screaming, shuddering, shaking,
thrashing around but at least had enough awareness left so I wasn't
pounding my head into his balls.
   He suddenly flipped me over onto my back and I felt his mouth on my
nipple.  He sucked it hard through my robe then nipped it lightly with his
teeth.  Shit!  Another wave of screaming and thrashing!
   I felt him move back down to my pussy and start licking around again.
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   DAVID
   I hoped she would survive.  She was in top health and had a great heart,
so I wasn't worried about much more than keeping her coming as long as I
could.
   I stroked into her pussy again with a couple fingers while I licked her
delicious nubbin.  She kept coming, so I kept up the pressure, letting her
ease down a bit every once in a while.
   I pulled my fingers out and slicked her elixir down over her nether hole
until it was thoroughly wet.  I rubbed my finger around and around the rim,
which made her shake even more, if it were possible.
   I sucked her clit back into my mouth, gently pushed my finger into her
bottom and pushed the thumb of the same hand as deep as I could into her
glory hole.
   Major earthquake!  She screamed so loud it was hurting my ears!  Her
body stopped thrashing; it jerked and convulsed so hard I started to get
concerned.
   Suddenly it all cut off and she went limp, breathing like a
long-distance runner at the end of a race.  She'd passed out.
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   BOB
   We heard Mother scream through the door of our room.  I held up a finger
to Natalie, walked over and opened the door wide.  I walked back, guided
Natalie to the bed and we climbed in and relaxed.
   "Listen to the show.  Father uncovered your scheme hours ago.  Remember,
I got my empathic abilities from somewhere."
   She promptly smacked my chest with her fist.  "Wanker!  He knew about us
and you let us go through with it anyway?  Elizabeth and I are going to
*punish* you!"
   "Sweetheart, I'm sure Father didn't know *what* you two were going to
do, only that you were plotting to get Mother laid real good tonight.  So,
he played along with it."
   "And you did, too, you little shit!"
   "Well, as a mere male, who am I to even consider thwarting the sinister
plans of the High Priestesses of the Twitching Twat?  Besides, as I told
George once after Leone gave us her show, I share goodies with my friends.
And Father is definitely a friend."
   "But you still let me flash my tits, pussy and ass hole at him!"
   "Sunshine, men don't *let* women do what they want.  Even if you'd had a
good idea he was aware of it, would you have done it anyway?  I _felt_ you
and Mother getting a good kick out of you displaying your very pretty, very
nubile young body."
   I glanced at the clock.  "Now sit back and enjoy.  Mother's been
screaming now for about five minutes.  Father's got at least twenty more
years of experience than I do; he's stronger and probably has more
endurance.  Right now, all he's using is..."
   I waved my tongue along with a couple fingers.
   Natalie's eyes got real big.  "Awesome!"
   "He hasn't yet unsheathed the Leprechaun's Staff or unlocked the Rod of
Chastisement.  This is just a warm up -- Opening Ceremonies, so to say."
   "Go ahead and _synch in_ with them a little bit.  Be careful, they're
both pretty powerful."
   We _linked_ lightly to each other and to my folks, enjoying the show.
   I molested her gently, preparing her for the Rod of Chastisement.  We
gently stripped off her stockings and thong, eased off her robe and bra
then I inspected the revealed parts carefully with my mouth and fingers.
   She was already hot as a pistol from the teasing she'd done, from our
Missy Lillian act and from hearing and _feeling_ Mother screaming, so we
were already simmering.  I brought up the level a bit more by gently
nuzzling her breasts and licking her hard nipples -- just lightly enough to
arouse more but not enough to push us over.
   Mother's screams suddenly got louder and more frantic.  I grinned at
Natalie and cocked my thumb and middle finger.
   "The Sorcerer's Grip -- underhanded."
   "Oh, my God!  He knows about *that*, too?"
   "Nat, you know exactly how much experience I had before yesterday
morning.  Who do you think taught me about giving a woman pleasure, the
Tooth Fairy?"
   Mother's screaming suddenly stopped.  I think the exact term is
"deafening silence."
   I glanced at the clock.  "Thirty minutes.  Not bad for a couple
forty-year-olds, don't you think?"
   "I don't know if I could survive doing it for thirty minutes.  It would
scare the shit out of me!"
   "You'd never have to worry about being constipated then."
   "Wanker."
   "Yes, Mistress.  *We*'re rank beginners, just taking our first few baby
steps into this realm.  Don't worry, don't hurry and someday soon, that
pleasure may well be yours also.
   "You're the Sunshine of my life, Natalie.  I could probably get you
going that high for that long tonight, but we're not ready for it yet; I
hope we can survive what we *are* going to do."
   We started with slow sweet kisses, sharing our tongues as well as
_sharing_ our emotions and sensations.  I gently stroked her hair, her
face, her sweet limbs and perspiration-slick breasts.
   I looked as intensely as I could deep into her blue eyes.  "Sunshine,
I've been in this room for something like twelve years now.  When I hit
puberty six years ago, I dreamed of having a woman in here with me.
   "All I thought about at night when I'd wank was literally pussy, tits
and ass -- and I'd never seen a live one of any of them.
   "It five years ago.  I found out girls were more than bodies, they were
actually real people with their own personalities, not just fuck toys.
   "My dreams changed.  I dreamed of a companion, a partner, a sweet person
who I could talk with, laugh with and be in love with.
   "It's why I've never had a relationship -- probably my standards were
too high, along with my lack of physical control.  Sherry was the closest
one to my dream but it didn't work out.
   "My dream changed again very recently.  From the day we met, Natalie
Lillian Shanahan, my dreams have been of you.  My dreams were why I was
willing to take the agony of being with you without being able to date -- I
was not willing to risk my entire dream by shutting you out.  *You* are the
one I wish to pleasure, to love and to treasure for the rest of our lives."
   I rolled over on top of her, supporting my weight with my arms.  We
kissed again and again, firing our passions even higher.
   Natalie spread her legs and brought her knees up, spreading her sweet
pussy wide.  I stroked Little Bob around in her fluids a few moments then
placed him in position and locked my eyes onto hers.
   We _linked_ and I whispered, "Behold the Rod of Chastisement." We slid
together in one slow smooth stroke until we were joined as deeply as we
could be.
   As I stroked in, she moaned with pure enjoyment and we _felt_ two small
climaxes wash over us.  We paused at the bottom of the stroke with our
pubic hairs entwined and her clit caught between our bones.
   I bent down, sucked in a turgid nipple then suckled and nibbled on it
until another small orgasm cascaded over us.  I tweaked the other nipple,
too, so it wouldn't feel lonely.  I kept it up until another bubble rose to
the surface and warmed us with its fire.
   I whispered to my love, "We start the Journey to the Gates of Heaven,"
and stroked slowly.
   We moved without hesitation, yet there was no rush towards fulfillment.
We were deeply _joined,_ yet not lost to ourselves.  Time itself had no
meaning to us, only the Journey to the Gate, however long it took.
   I slowed down and sped up, taking shorter or longer strokes, so there
was never boredom, yet there was not so much change it startled us.  If I
got too close to my climax, I changed the angle, the speed, whatever was
needed to let it die down, yet keep raising us together.  Her pussy
fluttered continuously around me.
   Always her hips moved with me, sometimes in reciprocal motion, other
times in circles, or perhaps side to side.  Her arms might be around my
neck, or stroking my shoulders or clenching my butt.
   She brought her knees up as far as possible up my ribs, opening herself
so our penetration was deeper and made her cervix move within her.  She
stretched out her legs and opened them as wide as she could; almost
straight to the side.  She locked her ankles over mine, or wrapped her
calves around my knees or locked her legs around my waist or back.
   Always her pussy fluttered; always just on the edge of a massive climax.
Our breath changed, becoming deeper and slower, or faster and shallower
until we panted -- then we changed and went into another pattern.
   I stopped several times while deeply buried within her and just moved
around in circles, or back and forth, or simply not move at all while I
stroked her face and body.  Sometimes we worked on a proud nipple for
minutes at a time, another time, it would only need a quick nip.
   Every few minutes another rush of warmth washed over us, each one
seeming to be perfect and as much as we could bear, yet each one a little
more intense than the previous.  The Gate of Heaven was getting closer.
   We rolled to our sides, moving as if we'd practiced it countless times,
yet moving without even thinking of it -- it seemed inevitable it was the
next step needed along our Journey.
   On our sides, she raised her top leg over mine.  We moved and stroked
easily while neither had to support any weight.  We kissed and caressed the
other's back, sides or bottom.  A sweet nipple was always in reach to
caress, suckle, or just admire with the lips or eyes.  Always her pussy
fluttered, and we looked into each others eyes, striving to show and
_share_ our happiness.
   We rolled her on top, where she moved her hips around, up and down, in
circles, any way we wished.  Each movement heightened our pleasure, and
each one seemed perfect for the moment.
   We rolled onto our other sides so our opposite arms could now caress yet
other parts and so her other breast and nipple was exposed to loving
attention.
   Every breath became a moan or keen of our happiness in our giving
pleasure to one another.  The loudness varied with our breathing, but it
was always there.  And always her pussy fluttered as we walked the edge of
ecstasy while our releases washed over us like rain, becoming more and more
demanding.
   I whispered, "We're about halfway to the Gate, my love.  Even a flamingo
has to rest." We took a minute to slowly ease ourselves back from the edge
then stopped and rested.
   As our hearts slowed down with our breathing, we _shared_ the gentle
kisses we loved so well.  I stroked her hair, or her cheek, or perhaps her
smooth sweet shoulder as I told her how beautiful was her smile, how sweet
was her breath and how wonderful it was for me to be with her in our world.
   We heard Mother's voice again through our open door.  I grinned at
Natalie and told her, "I think she's recovered from the Opening Ceremonies.
From the sound and _feel_ of them, he's uncased the Rod of Chastisement and
is now wielding it on her willing body."
   Natalie listened, too.  "They're doing much the same as we are, yet it's
different."
   I told her, "Like any journey, the roads can be traveled in different
ways.  Just like we can get home from school by many routes, the Journey to
the Gate of Heaven is not a single path, but there are many choices along
the way.
   "If we're in a hurry, we move quickly and directly along a fast,
efficient route.  If we have no worry about the time, we may take the same
route but stop along the way, admire the flowers, perhaps stroll along for
a bit then lean against a tree and chat.
   "Another time we may end up on First Street, window shopping for a
dress, pair of shoes, or whatever we fancy.  Yet always we know our goal is
home and we keep moving towards it."
   I levered myself up to the edge of the bed.  "I need a john run and some
water.  I suggest you do the same, perhaps even get a little bite to eat.
   "We've been going at this for almost an hour now and the last part of
the Journey is harder yet, especially on the woman -- because the Rod of
Chastisement will strike deep, hard and often.  If either of us doesn't
have the strength to last, our Journey may fail."
   Chapter 22
   NATALIE (Sunday evening 12/4)
   This Journey was awesomely intense!  I knew the Gate of Heaven wasn't a
mystical thing they believed in, but it made an interesting analogy for
what we were doing.
   I mopped my crotch up a little -- actually quite a lot.  I'd managed to
let loose so much pussy juice the towel beneath us was sopping wet.  I
slugged down a shot of water to wet down my throat, grabbed my robe and
pitter-pattered out to the kitchen in my bare feet.
   Elizabeth's voice was louder here; she was getting higher and higher as
*her* Journey continued.  I made Bob and me a couple of peanut butter and
honey sandwiches -- quick energy along with some protein -- grabbed a few
more bottles of water and pitter-pattered back.  I was still on the edge of
a major orgasm -- my legs wobbled at every step, my pussy leaked down my
legs and my knees almost gave way several times -- I loved it!
   I chugged down a bottle of water -- I'd probably flooded more than a
pint out through my pussy -- and sat on the john for a few minutes to let
the pee flow.
   We scarfed down our sandwiches then Bob made me relax while I drank
another bottle of water.  We talked about the journey.
   "What we're doing is like a water boiler.  We have this energy flow
running through and around us we've been calling the 'current' and it
started out like the convection currents in a tea kettle.
   "Now if you put the water, the energy, in a boiler where you can control
the pressure, the actual amount of energy you can store goes up
tremendously.
   "You've gone through the Physics classes.  The higher the pressure, the
higher the temperature -- which means more stored energy.
   "We get the water simmering, just below boiling and the convection
currents roil it up.  When we get an orgasm bubble, we've got a bit of
energy sort of begging to be released.  When it reaches the surface of the
water, it bursts and releases its energy.
   "If you raise the boiler pressure, each bubble releases more energy than
at a lower pressure, so the orgasm itself is more intense.
   "Our Journey keeps raising the boiler pressure and stores more and more
energy as we go along.  Each climax we have releases energy, but we're
adding more energy to the system than the climaxes are releasing.
   "Although I've never been there, the Gate of Heaven seems to be the
highest energy release we can tolerate -- the most intense orgasm we can
endure.
   "The 'edge' we're moving along is probably the release of all the
pressure.  If we fall, it's released rapidly and very intensely; if we
float down, it's released slower -- not so intensely, but it will last
longer.  We'll try to do it when we're ready.
   "As for opening the Gates and perhaps entering -- well it might be like
releasing all the pressure on the boiler at once.  All the water would
release its energy in a single flash in a fraction of a second.  I can't
imagine what kind of orgasm it would be."
   We downed the last bit of water.  We still heard Elizabeth keening out
*her* pleasure and I knew I would soon be adding my song to hers.
   We'd changed the towel underneath us -- we put three down.  Bob got me
on my side with my head comfortably on a pillow then had me draw my knees
up to my chest and hug them with my arms underneath so my feet were
straight out; one arm for each knee so I could open and close them easily.
   "Try to relax that way, Sweetheart.  It's not vital but probably will be
fun."
   Our current was still running pretty damn good.  We still had a good
head of steam up, and it wouldn't take a whole lot to get us back onto our
Journey where we'd left it.
   Bob got behind me on his side with his head pointing down.  We _linked_
up again, and he ran his tongue down my back and stroked my side and ass
with his hands.  He got his head down by my butt, scooted his body around
and gave my pucker a slow, wet lick.
   Well it sure lit the boiler fires up again!  He kept licking,
agonizingly slow and every once in a while very gently drilled for oil. 
Oh, my, God.  I started in again with the heavy breathing, the wailing and
the pussy flutters.
   He scooted around a little more.  _"Hold your knees together snugly,"_
so I did.  This compressed my labia together so there was a single slit
with a wide-awake Miss Clitty sticking out the top.
   Bob licked slowly from my pucker over the perineum and onto the bottom
of my pussy.  He stopped every so often and get a bit of water in his mouth
to keep his saliva going.
   With my pussy clamped shut, very little of my juices were getting out. I
felt them flooding the inside, but they were only seeping through to the
outside.  Bob kept licking from my pucker higher and higher along my slit
until his tongue was just missing Miss Clitty.
   With every lick, I'd wail, shake and almost lose it entirely.  _"Try to
relax.  This is a subtle stroke of the Rod.  We trap your juices inside,
keep building up the pressure then let it out.  It's a boiler within our
orgasm boiler."_
   He flicked his tongue over Miss Clitty who was standing proud and tall.
Every flick sent a wave through us -- not an orgasm but a wave of energy
which built and built.
   He paused with his face right on my pussy then drew back a little. 
_"Make sure you can see this.  It's a beautiful sight."_ He drew back and
focused in.
   My pussy slit was swollen up and was a deep red.  Miss Clitty was bright
pink and pulsed with every beat of my heart.  Every few seconds, as my
pussy fluttered a little harder, a little bit of pussy juice sprayed out
somewhere along the slit.  Totally amazing!  All the pressure was teetering
on a knife edge, just needing a tiny push to let it loose.
   _"Okay, a few more licks now."_ Each lick was agonizingly intense.
   He put his mouth over my slit and put a little suction on it.  _"Open
your knees as wide as you can -- now!"_
   I popped them apart, held them as far open as I could and screamed.  The
labia popped open and all the held-in pussy juices flooded out into Bob's
waiting mouth.  He didn't try to catch it all, just took a mouthful,
swallowed it, got another mouthful and spit it out over Miss Clitty in a
tight stream from his pursed lips.
   He immediately started long fast hard licks from my pucker all the way
up and across Miss Clitty.  She didn't have a voice, but I did -- I let the
world know I was happy!  Happy!  HAPPY!
   Bob rolled me over on my back and let me flop around in joy all I wanted
-- and I wanted, a lot!  God it was so intense it hurt!  My stomach
convulsed so hard it snapped my legs up to my chest several times.  I
popped out in sweat over every inch of my body and my tits and nipples were
so hard they were painful.
   It must have lasted several minutes -- it seemed like hours.  I wanted
it to go on forever but couldn't stand it much more.  Finally, it tapered
off enough so I could shriek instead of scream.
   After it had died down enough I could control my breathing, Bob snuggled
up alongside me and nuzzled my neck.  "Consider it a little side trip on
the Journey."
   "God damn, Reginald!  If *that* was a side trip, what will the Gate be
like?"
   "Time will tell, Ms.  Natalie, time will tell.  That was a bit on the
intense side, eh?"
   "It damn near killed me."
   "Ah but it didn't -- and now you're the stronger for it.  Time for the
Journey to continue."
   He nuzzled my boobs, soothing them with licks, caresses and kisses.  He
managed to calm my nipples down just a little too, so they didn't ache so
much.
   He sat between my legs, crossed his legs and drew mine across his knees,
one on each side of him.  Through his eyes, I could _see_ my pussy held
wide open, and it was drooling fluid continuously.
   He leaned forward, positioned himself and effortlessly pulled my whole
body towards him, sinking Little Bob all the way to the bottom.
   Instant orgasm!  Shit!  It washed over us so fast and hard I didn't get
a chance to scream -- I just had a single, intense convulsion which locked
me up then shook me all over.
   Bob told me, "Just letting off a little excess steam through the safety
valve." He took both my hands in one of his, pulled my upper body off the
mattress, and we arranged a couple pillows beneath my back so there wasn't
so much pressure on my neck.
   He ran his hands down my thighs up to my tits and lightly touched the
very tips of the nipples -- warmth flooded over us as more bubbles released
their energy.
   He got a finger down around our joining and spread lots of fluid around
Miss Clitty.  We savored the view for a moment -- my swollen inner lips
were gripping his glistening shaft and Miss Clitty pushed out straight
upwards.
   He guided my hands to my lower tummy just above my mound.  "Try pressing
in around this area.  There are supposed to be vaginal nerves on the top;
try compressing them against my penis inside you."
   There were, and when I massaged them, warmth spread outwards up to my
chest and down well below my hips.  We smiled at each other with pleasure
while the boiler pressure climbed up several more notches.
   "See what you can feel when we move," He took a slow, full out-and-in
stroke.  With this different angle, there was a different pressure pattern.
The head was now mostly pressing against the top of my channel instead of
the pressure being distributed on all sides.  As he moved, my hands felt
his penis head slide down and up inside.
   I whispered at him, "Kind of a different feel and view.  Sexy as hell.
Oh, Bob, you do us so good!"
   He started slow, full strokes, about a second for each in and for each
out.  There seemed to be a spot which was more sensitive than anywhere else
on the top a couple inches inside.  We adapted immediately so every couple
strokes took a good hard rub at it.  I could just get my fingers over it on
the outside to the left of the pubic bone.  With my fingers putting
pressure from the outside, each stroke on the inside gave us a jolt of
energy which shot all the way up to my nipples.
   He gasped, "Might take care with doing that, Hon.  Mighty powerful -- it
could knock us off the edge and we're not ready yet."
   I reluctantly moved my fingers away and ran them down around Miss Clitty
touching his shaft as it moved in and out.
   We slowed our stroking until we were barely moving.  I moved my hands
across my belly, stroked my lips around his hardness and nudged Miss Clitty
every so often.  Bob stroked his hands along my legs and sides, leaned
forward, touched my face and shoulders and smiled his love at me.  My pussy
fluttered continuously, caressing my love's hardness within.
   With my hands down at my crotch, my upper arms pushed my boobs together,
stimulating them deeply and continuously.  Bob stroked them with a light
Sorcerer's Grip and occasionally put pressure on my steel-hard areolae and
nipples, causing major heat down to my navel and up to my head.
   I rotated my knees outwards and found I could bend my legs behind his
hips.  As he stroked in, I pulled him in firmly with them, reluctantly
letting him back out again.
   The pressure built slowly upwards towards some as yet unknown limit
where it would release and throw us into ecstasy.
   We shivered with tension and sweat ran down so much we had to keep
toweling it off our eyes.  We keened our joy with every breath while we
dove deeply into each other's eyes and souls.  My pussy fluttered
continuously, and every several seconds another bubble would break loose
and wash its heat over us.
   "Always smooth, slow motion.  A jolt could push us over the edge.  Not
yet, wait..."
   We finally stopped and rested, if you could call panting, shrieking and
shaking "resting." My pussy fluttered all the time, and with each little
orgasm, it would clamp down on Bob's glorious hardness and ripple.
   Even stopped, orgasms kept rolling over us every thirty seconds or so.
We managed to get a quick swallow of water and towel off some of the sweat.
The boiler pressure seemed so high the walls were bulging and seemed always
to be on the verge of exploding.
   I said, around my gasps and other involuntary noises, "I don't see how
you keep from coming, Bob.  The pressure must be awful."
   He grinned weakly, "Yeh.  I can feel every square millimeter inside you.
When your sweet pussy clamps down and milks me, I have to concentrate on
your pleasure or I'll lose it.  I've probably spurted several times, so it
keeps some of the pressure off.
   "Remember, we have a unique system between us when we _share_
sensations. I don't have to come to get my jollies -- your pleasure is
literally my pleasure.  I ache, I hurt and am always on the verge, but it's
really no different than the boiler pressure we're sharing.
   "Sunshine, I don't think I can take much more of this.  I'd say if we
fell off the edge right now, I don't know what would happen.  We need to
bleed it off and come back down.
   "Oh, God, sweetheart, I'm so worn out from coming I don't know what
would happen if we fell.  Let's call it."
   ------
   BOB
   Mother and Father were on the edge, too, so we decided to come down
together.
   I told Natalie, "Come on up here, Sunshine." I reached underneath her
waist and pulled her upright against me with our arms around each other. 
This pushed Little Bob in so far he was solidly pushing her cervix upwards.
   Natalie's eyes were almost frantic.  "Shit, Bob, it feels like it's
gonna come out the top of my head."
   I stroked her back, ran my hands down her flanks onto her quivering butt
and squeezed it lightly.  "The Kamasutra calls this the Lotus position."
   We _reached_ out and _linked_ up more tightly with Mother and Father who
were balancing on their own edge.  The four of us jockeyed around until we
were comfortable.  Mother was a "virgin" to this too but was eager to try.
   _"Okay, Sunshine, we're a California couple now and we're going to surf
the tsunami.  The difference here is even if we wipe out, it *probably*
won't kill us.  We'll try to do it in a couple long and slow steps rather
than one big one so we have a chance to recover between them.  Surf's up!"_
   I hugged her shaking body close to my shaking body, pushed her back a
little and gently, carefully took one succulent nipple into my mouth.  We
_felt_ Father do the same with Mother.
   I built the suction up bit by bit, which took us to teetering on the
very edge.  I bit her nipple very quickly and lightly and at the same time
gave her cervix a little bump.
   The tsunami caught us in its upwards swell and took us towards the
heavens in an express elevator.  We bypassed joy and went straight to the
ecstasy of fulfilled love.
   We popped free of our bodies and floated above them in wonder.  Father
said, _"This has never happened before."_
   We could _see_ and _feel_ our bodies shaking and quivering as the
orgasmic energies washed through them and through us.  The Gates of Heaven
burst open, and we entered Heaven itself.
   Our bodies thrashed and convulsed with our releases and we _felt/heard_
ourselves scream out our ecstacy.  As we rose to the top of the tsunami,
our ecstasy went beyond screaming, and the house went quiet.
   We laughed and danced intricate patterns with, around and through each
other.  We plunged, soared and wept a bit with the intensity of the joy, if
spirits can weep.
   We four danced in the clouds, soared in the sunlight and plunged into
the ocean, free to do what we wished.  We played like young kittens,
bouncing around and pretending to attack one another.
   We swooped back to our bodies and hovered near them.
   As we fell from ecstasy to mere joy and rejoined our bodies, we again
screamed out our passion.  We could scarcely draw a breath when we had to
scream again to help release our built-up energies.
   As we slid down the face of the wave, Natalie's back arched until her
head touched the bed behind us.  Her clit was crushed between us and my
penis jammed her cervix up into her again.  She snapped back up against me
and grabbed me *hard* while all her muscles locked up as the next spasm ran
through us.  Again and again we thrashed and convulsed while screaming out
our joy.
   We surfed the wave parallel to the top for a few moments, recovered some
breath and some strength then plunged down the face again to release yet
another huge wash of energy.
   All of my body but my arms and hands kept locking up and releasing,
shaking and heaving in reaction.  I managed to keep Natalie supported a
little bit and avoided her head as she would snap back upright.
   Finally, we came down to wailing and moaning as the energy releases
became smaller, and the tsunami ran its course onto the land.
   I opened my eyes and looked at Natalie.  She dripped with perspiration
and she flushed from her hairline to her waist.  Her eyes were a bit wild,
but her smile was happy, Happy, HAPPY!
   I felt myself smiling so hard it hurt.  _"Now, *that*'s surfin', dude!"_
   I bent down towards her other nipple then glanced at her with a raised
eyebrow.  She nodded eagerly, "More!"
   I drew her sweetness inside and sucked hard.  I made a hard thrust
inside her and flooded her cervix with my cum as I nipped her nipple.
   More energy washed through us -- heat this time rather than the intense
fire when we'd started down the wave.  We shook, moaned and quivered while
we held each other tightly, and Natalie's pussy fluttered and milked me
time after time.
   We toppled over onto the bed and dozed a few moments.  We woke up at the
same time grinning into each other's eyes.
   We got untangled -- squirmy perspiration-wet bodies are fun!  -- and
tried to get to the bathroom for a potty call.  Natalie's legs wouldn't
hold her at all; mine were wobbly but I was able to carry her in.
   She was so out of it she dribbled about the time we got through the
door. I got her propped up on the toilet and gently _pushed_ her bladder.
She let it drain while I ran the sink water to get it warm.
   I wet a washcloth.  Natalie was still peeing, so I wiped down my face
and did a very quick run over my body and crotch.  I rinsed the cloth and
rewet it with warm water.
   I wiped her eyes and gave her a soft kiss.  She smiled beneath my mouth
and kissed me back.  So she got rewarded -- one or two wipes with the
washcloth, one kiss.
   Her bladder had emptied, so I patted her pussy with TP and gave her a
quick PTA (Pussy, Tits and Ass) bath, with frequent pauses for kisses.
   I patted her dry and lifted her with my arm under her butt while her
pussy drooled more of its nectar on it.  I stood up, caressed her sweet
butt a couple times and relieved my own bladder.
   Lights out.  I pulled the wet towels off the bed and poured her in.  She
turned on her side so I snuggled in behind her.  Amazingly, Little Bob
perked right up.  Actually, not so amazing.  After all, this was the girl
I'd been dreaming about for so long.
   Natalie felt Little Bob's nosiness.  I _felt_ her grin.  "Is that all
you guys think about?"
   I told her, "Actually, no.  I think about the sweetest, loveliest,
smartest, sexiest lady in the world -- and you're right here."
   "Bob, if I weren't so tired, I'd fuck your brains out for that, but
you've already done it to me.  I haven't peed on myself for years; thanks
for helping me."
   "You peed on me, not yourself, so you've still got a clean record.  My
pleasure."
   She told me, "Don't go to sleep quite yet."
   She raised her top leg and put the foot flat on the bed in front of her.
"Diddle me until we're wet."
   I reached around and gently stroked her fragrant pussy and nudged Miss
Clitty a few times in her bed.  We _felt_ her pussy slick up immediately.
   "Join us together, Bob."
   I scooted down a little bit and let Little Bob's pussy-seeking instincts
guide him to her wet slit where he gently burrowed his way in as deep as we
could.
   Natalie murmured her pleasure and rippled her channel along him a few
times.  "Welcome home."
   She guided my hand to her soft/hard breast and captured it in place
against her with her own hand.  We lay in pleasant exhaustion for a few
minutes until we drifted off to sleep.
   Chapter 23
   NATALIE (Monday 12/5)
   I heard the alarm go off and fought my way out of sleep.  I _felt_ Bob
come awake behind me.
   I wiggled my ass, squeezed my twat and squeaked, "Unka Robert, why do
you have your man-thing in my little cunny?"
   "Thuh better to boink ya, Missy Lillian."
   In my normal voice, I asked, "Then what are we doing just talking?"
   He nuzzled my neck and shoulders and moved in and out.  Oh, to wake up
to such sweetness is wonderful!
   We intertwined legs and arms so he was squeezing and caressing my boobs
and molesting my nipples, while I had one hand caressing his shaft as it
glided in and out (and a fingertip on his balls as they came in range),
while the other hand woke up Miss Clitty in a hurry.  She came out all
excited and ready to go.
   We _joined_ and deliberately fed back our sensations at a pretty high
volume.  We got urgent towards the end and shared a happy, fun, frantic
humping and bumping until Bob tried to drown my cervix ,and I squeezed and
rippled my pussy along his wonderful hardness to help him along and to get
every drop we could.  A very pleasant burst of warmth washed over us to
start the day properly.
   I wouldn't let him suck me dry -- this time.  I draped a hand towel to
catch the leaks, rolled over and tried to strangle his tonsils with my
tongue.
   "Now *that's* the way to wake up.  It took what, five minutes?"
   "Close -- but we had a head start."
   "Hmm then maybe we could do it in ten minutes start to finish?"
   "Um, possibly.  What's your devious mind thinking of now?"
   "Well, we have fifteen minutes between classes...  I could wear a skirt
with no underwear..."
   "I'm sure your male fan club would *really* appreciate it."
   "Spoilsport!  You just don't wanna have any fun."
   "Well, I dunno.  Lunch is an hour, and the cafeteria tables are just the
right height...  You could drop your drawers, bend over our table, and I'd
get frisky with your fanny while you rub your beautiful boobs on the table
and scream like a siren.  How does *that* sound for fun?"
   I just ignored his outrageous (on the other hand...) suggestion and
demanded he carry me to the shower.  "After all, you had your way with me
last night; it's only fair you pamper me a bit."
   "Yes, Mistress."
   He lifted me over his shoulder and smacked my ass lightly; I did my best
to rub my tits across his back and grab his ass.  In the ten steps to the
bathroom he a) diddled Miss Clitty twice, b) shoved a finger up my twat
three times and c) shoved said finger into my butt and wiggled it wildly.
   I retaliated by shrieking, pounding his back with my fists and pushing
out all the pussy juice and semen I could so it dribbled onto his chest.
   He just laughed evilly at my feeble efforts at retaliation.  He stopped
in front of the toilet and eased me forward off his shoulder, balancing me
on his hand (with his finger still up my ass).  It was like sitting on a
stool.
   I grabbed his neck for balance and we kissed gently while he slowly
lowered me down onto the toilet seat.  How romantic!
   He pulled his finger out with an audible pop, rinsed it off and started
the shower going.  I took care of my business on the john (no diddling
now!) then moved into the shower.
   He joined me in a minute and insisted on washing my hair.  He told me,
"Almost as good as sex."
   "Yeh but don't think you'll substitute it.  I can wash my own hair if I
need to so I can get sex from you."
   "Great!  Meet me for lunch in the cafeteria with your drawers down."
   He insisted on washing and rinsing all my hair.  I didn't know I had
hair between my toes, inside my pussy and my pucker as well as on my head.
My, we can learn something every day.
   I retaliated by washing him all over.  I checked out Little Bob for
cleanliness with an oral exam.  He passed after several trials and
washings.
   We dried off and Bob, the sweetie, combed and dried my hair.  We kept
grinning at each other in the mirror like a couple of giddy school kids. 
He teased my tits with his eyes (and with an occasional hand which would
try to sneak around front -- and I would smack).  My pussy purred and
drooled juice and pheromones all over.
   Bob's nostrils flared a few times.  He nuzzled my ear, nibbled on it and
whispered, "The perfect perfume for you, Sunshine.  Wear it with pride."
   We got dressed; I ensured I used a panty liner and took a couple extra
plus a tampon or two.  I figured Dave wouldn't need any teasing this
morning, so I buttoned my blouse up, leaving the two top buttons open.
   I was still a bit wobbly now then so Bob kept an arm around my waist,
and we snuggled as we went into the kitchen.
   Elizabeth and Dave were there.  She was glowing all over even where she
had clothes on.  We had the freshly-fucked look!
   We looked at each other and burst out laughing.  She said, "Fine pair of
conspirators *we* are."
   Dave and Bob just grinned a little bit and cocked an eyebrow at each
other.  I went around to Dave and gave him a nice hug and kiss.  "Dave,
thank you for teaching our Reginald how to please a woman.  He did *good*!
I'm sure you didn't teach him all *you* know, so please keep having those
father-and-son talks.  Now where did that Journey to the Gates of Heaven
come from?"
   Dave pointed at Bob.  "It's all his fault!"
   Bob fluttered his nostrils and said, "I thought if the Rod of
Chastisement *really* needed to be applied, it should be worthwhile. 
Father and I discussed the concept, and that's what we came up with."
   David told us, "Although we did *not* expect the end result to be us
outside our bodies having the time of our lives.  Never would I have
expected that."
   I told them, "Well, if it takes a Journey to do that, we'd better
schedule one at least daily.  I don't know if I could take one every day
,but I do want to be outside again.  Sounds to me like a research project."
   ------
   Bob and I were walking to school when I picked up a little _interest_
coming towards us; I spotted a girl walking towards us.  You could tell she
was pretty young -- for one thing, she was barely four feet tall -- but she
was sporting a couple of cute budding boobs and had started in with some
curves around her hips.  She was really cute.  Blondish hair, tee shirt,
shorts -- probably on her way to school, too.
   I picked up she was focused on Bob!  I could _see_ some of her thinking
-- _"Big, hard, muscles!  *Nice* face.  Big mouth -- what would it be like
on my cunny?  What's he got in those pants?  Oooh, it's stirring around! 
Yummy!  What does it look like?"_
   Shit!  She had the hots for Bob!  Well, I figured it was time for some
payback, whether for the past or the future.  I _reached_ a little and
reinforced her interest.  Damn, her little pussy got really slick!
   She slowly straightened her back and pushed her chest out right at Bob.
Her hips and boobies swayed back and forth, and she locked her eyes on his
crotch.
   I carefully _directed_ Bob's attention onto her.  He looked -- and a big
pair of nipples popped out underneath her tee shirt.  Not even a training
bra!  A little tongue-flicker wet her lips and her eyes gleamed.
   I _felt_ Little Bob waking up with the "I smell pussy" attitude he gets
most of the time.  I chatted away about school and classes -- and she got
closer.
   We moved aside so the others could pass.  When she was about five feet
away she shifted her look upwards and locked onto Bob's eyes.  She licked
her lips slowly, winked at him and gave her hips a few extra twitches as
she walked by.
   Bob didn't know what to do.  Damn males and their little heads!  We
stopped, wheeled around and watched her walk away.
   Suddenly she stopped too, turned around and started back towards us. 
She stopped about three feet away and asked, "Do we know each other?"
   Bob and I glanced at one another.  We told her, "Not that I know of."
   She got a predatory gleam in her eye.  "Great!" She pulled her tee shirt
up to her armpits and flashed her boobies at Bob!  Her hard nipples looked
like they were ready to burst.
   She dropped her tee shirt back down, turned and scampered off with her
hard little rump twitching.
   Little Bob had gotten very alert.  I looked Bob in the eye and squeaked,
"I'm almost eleven, Unka Robert..."
   He closed his eyes, shook his head slowly and moaned.  Gotcha!  Gotcha!
Gotcha!
   He got himself under control.  He glanced around -- we were alone.  He
ostentatiously adjusted Little Bob, shook his hips to settle him and leered
at me.
   "If she's old enough to pee, she's old enough for me.  She comes like a
truck when ah sucks her cunny hole.  She bled when ah fucked her first, but
she thrashed all over when she came.  She screams when ah plug her in thuh
pooter, but she wants to do it again and again.  She gags when ah push it
down her throat, but she drinks it all down.  And best of all...  she's
disease-free and doesn't get pregnant.  Don't try to out-pedophile *me*,
Missy Lillian!"
   ------
   SHERRY
   Monday morning, George and I spotted Bob and Natalie coming in their
usual entrance to the school.  I could see her freshly-fucked look from a
mile away -- they both had big grins and they bounced.
   I noticed Nat standing a little oddly, so with my ever-present tact, I
asked, "Hey, girl, why you standing so funny?" I crouched a little and
spread my knees about two feet apart -- bowlegged.
   She gleamed back at me, "A touch sore here and there but it will pass."
   "What have you been doing that I don't know about to get sore?  Besides,
you have this...  fragrance..." I leered at her.
   She became very grim.  "That...  that...  *rapist* whipped out his Rod
of Chastisement and...  *used* it on me."
   Bob stuck his two bits in, "Be sure to tell them why.  The Rod of
Chastisement is used only when needed, not on a mere whim."
   "Okay, Nat.  What did *you* do?"
   She told us how Elizabeth and she had tried to tease Dave -- and how it
had backfired.  George grinned a little and looked innocent.  Of course,
*he*'d never done anything similar.  I smacked his arm to remind him of his
place.
   "And?  Obviously you survived.  How was it?"
   "You _felt_ the Sorcerer's Wand yesterday.  This was...  agonizing... 
painful...  torturous...  They kept chastising us for over two hours last
night!"
   "The beasts!"
   "Yep, both of them.  And George needs Dave to coach him too, because
with your attitude, Sherry, you're going to need chastising sometime soon.
Your boobs are getting a bit big for your bra, girlie.  Besides, once you
get a taste of the ecstasy waiting for you at the Gates of Heaven..."
   Bob and Natalie gave as a very brief _flash_ of what it was like. 
George and I both quivered for a few seconds, and my snatch dribbled down
my leg.  I snapped my head around to George.
   "George.  Schedule.  Dave Reynolds.  Coaching.  Book a bed.  Do it!"
   ------
   HENRY MERRIL (Monday 12/5)
   Christ, just what I needed, changing schools at the start of December.
Dad got transferred, so he and I got a small apartment close to
McCambridge. Mom's been gone so long I barely remember her, so it's just
the two of us.
   Talk about the low end of the totem pole!  New school, Freshman, near
the end of the semester.  Fortunately, I'm a pretty quick study so maybe I
could get caught up to the rest of the class over the holidays.  The kids
here seemed pretty nice in general, even if it was my first day.
   There was a really cute girl in a couple of my classes who I couldn't
seem to keep my mind and eyes off of.  She had an average face but such
gorgeous gold hair, and when she smiled, everything lit up in a blaze of
glory, and she just glowed.
   She had an aura or something about her I couldn't explain.  She had a
deep, rich atmosphere of something which was there all the time, and every
time I looked at her, it got even richer and deeper.  She was totally
fascinating!
   She smiled a lot, except in math class.  Maybe I could offer to help;
I'm fairly decent in math.
   Then there was one of the upper-class girls, probably a Senior.  I saw
her walking down the hall, and I couldn't help but stare and admire her. 
Physically she was quite pretty; she blasted out HAPPY, COMPETENT and
CONFIDENT so much she was totally impressive.
   Shit!  She caught me staring!  Instead of glaring at me, it felt as if
she'd inspected me inside and out with just a glance then she smiled at me.
She made me feel...  welcomed.
   As lunch period started and I was heading towards the cafeteria, I saw
her leaning up against the wall looking at one of her books.  I slowed down
so I'd have a chance to admire her some more.
   This sleazy-looking guy strutted towards her ,and some alarm inside me
rang, "Evil, evil, evil!" I dropped my books and ran at him.
   He strutted right up to her and said, "Hey, a nerd girl!  How about some
nerd titty!" and reached towards her chest.
   I ran into him as hard as I could and pushed him away while yelling,
"Back off!  Let her alone!"
   This guy was about 6' tall and a couple feet wide while I'm barely 5'
and skinny so it wasn't much of a match.  I was so scared I thought I'd
shit my pants, but I just kept going at him with all I had so he wouldn't
touch my lady friend.
   He smacked me along side my head and knocked me to the floor against the
wall.  I tried to get up, but my ears were ringing and my legs wouldn't
work fast enough.
   The sleaze-ball started to kick me, but a hand dropped on his shoulder
and pulled him back -- I guess an appendage as large as a catcher's mitt on
the end of an arm bigger than both my legs together could still be called a
hand.
   The sleaze-ball got spun around and bounced of this...  mountain. 
Hispanic, at least 6' 5" and probably three feet across the shoulders with
not a bit of fat on him I could see.
   He rumbled at the sleaze-bag, "Now I don't think you really want to talk
to a lady like that and throw someone around like that -- especially when
they're my friends."
   The sleaze-bag glared at him and opened his yap -- then shut it abruptly
when two more big guys flanked up the first one.  Probably among the three
there was at least half a ton of muscle getting really pissed at him.
   The first big one rumbled on, "Now if I hear of you even looking
cross-eyed at *anyone*, you and me are going to have a little
heart-to-heart talk on proper behavior.  And if *we* can't come to an
agreement, there will be several of my friends more than willing to chat
with you.  We're gonna keep a close eye on you, chum."
   The outside two closed in around the crud and moved him off down the
hall.  "You all right, Natalie?" the mountain rumbled.
   "I'm okay, Tank, thanks to my warrior friend here and to you," she told
him, looking at me.
   Tank reached out an arm and picked me off the floor onto my feet. 
"Jeez, man," he rumbled, "I sure hope you're on my side in a scrap.  You've
got el cojones del toro!  You'll be in good hands with Natalie here." He
lumbered off down the hall.
   I managed to stand without falling over, even though my head was still
spinning.  Natalie smiled at me.  "You are a *warrior*.  I haven't seen you
around, so either I'm blind or you're pretty new -- what's your name?"
   "I'm Henry Merrill; this is my first day here.  You're not blind, but I
will be if I keep looking at you." I toppled over right onto her.
   She caught me easily, but my nose ended up buried in her cleavage. 
Damn! Here the sleaze-bag had tried to grab her breasts, and I had my nose
buried in them.
   She didn't seem to mind; just laughed and held me there a few seconds
until I got my balance back.  She glanced down at her chest -- her nipples
had popped up!
   She laughed again and told me, "Henry, you've not only got the heart of
a warrior and the balls of a bull, but you also seem to be one super-stud!
There aren't too many guys around who can get my stud sensors going like
that.
   "Speaking of super-studs, the one standing beside me is my boyfriend,
Bob Reynolds, and I'm Natalie Shanahan." She had the most wonderful Irish
accent!
   Bob was pretty tall and was *solid*.  He seemed to inspect my soul with
a flicker of his eyes, smiled widely, held out his hand, shook mine and
said, "Henry, I won't forget what you just did for Natalie."
   I managed to grin a little and tried to toss it off, "I just happened to
be there." He had the Irish accent, too.
   I felt a little something flicker between them, and they both laughed.
"Well, Henry," Natalie said, "you a Junior?"
   I admitted I was a lowly Freshman, and neither of them so much as
blinked an eye.  Bob said, "We're both Seniors, and I'm glad there will be
someone like you around after we're gone to keep things going right."
   Natalie looked me over and ran her hand over my head where it had hit
the wall.  "You a nerd like we are?"
   I said a little bitterly, "Yeh, can't you tell by looking at me?"
   Natalie whispered at me, "Just by looking at the outside, one can never
tell who has a warrior's heart.  It's what someone does when the pressure
is on that counts, not what someone else thinks they look like."
   They looked at me for a few seconds and seemed to exchange a few other
things with each other.  Natalie asked, "Henry, how's your math?"
   I blinked.  What does math have to do with anything?  "Oh, ah, math is
one of my best subjects."
   "Great!  Would you mind helping someone out with some math tutoring?"
   They were being really nice and friendly, so I tried to keep it light
myself.  "No problem, Natalie.  I can get together with you this evening if
it's convenient for you."
   Bob almost busted a gut he laughed so hard.  Natalie smiled and blushed
a little bit.  Bob finally got out, "Not only is he a super-stud, but he's
got Casanova beat, too."
   Natalie took my arm and we walked.  "Come on, Toro, we've got a student
for you."
   We went down the hall a little ways and walked up to three girls talking
among themselves.
   "Janet?" Natalie asked.
   One of the girls turned around -- it was the golden-haired one with the
rich aura and glorious smile!
   She said, "Oh, hi, Natalie." I could see her eyes almost worshipping
Natalie.
   "Janet, this is Henry Merrill.  He's a Freshman, it's his first day, and
we'd like someone to get him oriented.  Toro, this is Janet Adams."
   Janet looked at me interestedly.  Natalie told them all, "Just a little
bit ago some big asshole tried to grab my boobs, and Henry damn near chewed
him up.  Tank says he's got cojones del toro."
   She leaned forward and whispered in Janet's ear (but I could still hear
her), "I think he's probably a math wizard, too.  Why don't you ask him?"
   Janet looked at me with a lot more interest.  She shifted around a
little bit, and I saw a wonderful set of nipples pop up on a pair of
totally-perfect breasts.
   Something prompted me, _"Take her hand and say hello."_
   So I did.  "Janet, it's a pleasure to meet the prettiest girl in
Burbank." Where did *that* come from?  I felt surrounded by her rich aura.
   Her mouth dropped open; she went pink but took my hand.
   _"Hold her hand, look in her eyes and *admire* her."_
   I caressed her hand with my thumb, dragged my eyes off her chest, looked
in her eyes and had no problem at all admiring her while I almost passed
out with the joy of being in her aura.
   She just stood there looking dumbfounded then squeaked, "Math?"
   The words came from somewhere.  "I'm good at math.  I'm *great* at math
when I'm helping a lovely lady.  How may I help *you?*"
   Her mouth dropped open again, and she got redder.  I just kept caressing
her hand, smiling and admiring.
   She was breathing pretty fast, almost panting.  From the bottom of my
vision, I saw it cause some very interesting movements under her blouse,
but I kept looking into her eyes.
   I asked her, "Would tonight be okay to get together, or would another
evening be more convenient for you?" God, where in the world was this stuff
coming from?
   She finally said, "I suck at math.  Tonight would be fine."
   The words just kept coming out, "That's wonderful, Janet.  Let's meet
right here after last period, and we can find a place where we can be
comfortable together -- without so many...  spectators."
   She said, "I'd really like that," and I became the target of her
glorious smile.
   The two other girls giggled.  She snapped her head around and almost
glared at them.  "Eat your hearts out!  Toro is *mine.*"
   She gave me another blazing smile.  "I'll be waiting for you right here
after last class."
   I finally let her hand go.  She walked off with her friends but kept
giving me glorious smiles back over her shoulder.
   Bob and Natalie were smiling so hard it must have hurt.  Bob said,
"Warrior-Heart, you are a total winner!" They both gave me a big high-five.
   Seems like word spreads like wildfire around here.  All during lunch and
for the rest of the afternoon, people would walk by, give me a solid thumbs
up, a little wink or point a finger and whisper, "Toro!" or "Warrior!"
Shit, maybe this school wouldn't be so bad after all.
   Before my last class, someone bumped up against me, and I felt them put
something in my pocket.  I fished it out -- it was a note wrapped around a
twenty-dollar bill!
   ------
   Warrior-Heart, thanks again for your courage in protecting the innocent
in the face of danger.  I'm sure you're a great math tutor, so I won't
worry about that part.
   Not to get personal, but Janet is a sweet young lady who, according to
Natalie (and she's never wrong), has a sudden serious case of "like" for
you.
   Her older brother is a Junior, so even if nothing else happens between
you two, she knows pretty much what goes on here and can help you out.
   Here's a bit of seed energy to start things off between you.  If you
can't swing either her place or yours, may I suggest a quiet corner in the
food court at the Media Center; Janet knows where it is.
   Not to offer unsolicited advice, but make her feel *special.* Keep your
attention on her; don't think about what you're doing or wonder if...  just
*do it.*
   Keep admiring her.  If you look at her chest (as I know you will,
super-stud), *admire* it.  You're special and she's special.
   Our Christmas Dance is less than two weeks away.  If you don't ask, it
may not happen.
   Anything Natalie or I can do to help, just mention it.
   RRR
   ------
   God, life was good!
   ------
   NATALIE
   When I met Bob after school, he asked, "You okay about that asshole
today?"
   "Well, he did surprise me.  He was a half-second away from getting your
patented Reynolds Wrap around his hand when Henry nailed him.  He sure is a
scrapper!"
   "Yep.  And you fixed him up good, too.  We'll see how it works out; who
knows what can happen.  I saw them _fall_ into each other like we did the
first time we met."
   "Yeh, it was awesome.  I _felt_ you feed him a few hints, but his mouth
was all his own."
   Bob grinned, handed me an envelope and told me, "Go shopping.  Alone. 
I'll go harass some Freshmen somewhere and meet you at study tonight."
   Wow, what freedom!  It had been at least six months since I'd been out
alone.  First Street and Media Center, get ready!
   Bob's envelope had $60 in it; just right for some serious
bargain-hunting.  I gave Mom a call to let her know, and she was almost as
excited for me as I was.
   I spent an hour on First Street.  It felt strange being without an
escort, but I finally realized it was fun!  Actually, there were plenty of
people around, quite a few of them students from Mickey C.
   Since I gave everyone who got close at least a casual _inspection_, I
didn't have to worry about anyone trying to harass me, I just avoided
anyone who gave me any cause to doubt them.
   The Media Center was even better; I didn't have to worry about cars or
traffic lights.  I did a lot of window shopping and reveled in looking at
anything I wanted for as long as I wanted.
   Yeh, I did buy some stuff.  I found a bra and panty set exactly the
shade I'd been looking for.  On 50%-off sale!  Bob will love taking them
off -- and I will, too!
   Chapter 24
   HENRY (Monday evening 12/5)
   I got to our meeting place as soon as I could after school, but Janet
was already waiting.  I got blasted with another blazing smile, and I
admired her back as hard as I could.
   It turned out the Media Center was just fine for tonight.  We staked out
a table as far from the madding crowd as we could, I got us some snacks
with Bob's seed money, and we settled in.  We called our parents to let
them know where we were so they wouldn't worry.
   We went over some math basics; what she felt she understood and what she
didn't.  It turned out she'd just missed a few critical steps, but I told
her, "Janet, you're actually pretty good at this, but we're going to have
to do a *lot* of work together to fill in the missing parts.  I hope it's
all right with you."
   She seemed to blush all the way down into her blouse.  She whispered,
"I'd love to do a lot of work with you," and I got another smile.  It
turned out math was her only weak subject and it was only because she'd
somehow missed a few steps.
   We took a bathroom break and when we got back we sat across from each
other.  Somehow the top four buttons on her blouse were undone, showing a
nice amount of lovely cleavage.
   I didn't say anything (don't screw up a good thing), so we studied and
did our homework on other subjects too.  I kept glancing at her chest then
remembered Bob's note.
   So, I flat-out *admired* it.  Of course she caught me.  She blushed hard
enough even her cleavage was red.
   I told her, "I apologize, Janet, but I couldn't help admiring what
*must* be two of the natural wonders of the world -- they're eclipsed only
by your smile."
   Her head clunked down on the table.  She shook it, moaned then sat back
up again.
   She whispered, "I sure hope you're for real.  I never dreamed I'd meet
someone as nice as you.  With *both* Bob and Natalie saying you're a good
guy, you've gotta be real."
   I told her, "Janet, from the first moment I saw you today, I was
inspired.  I didn't worry about what I thought at all, just that you were
the most wonderful person I'd ever met.
   "When Natalie introduced us, I though my heart would burst.  Now, every
time you smile, my heart pounds -- I keep thinking I'm having a heart
attack.
   "Janet, no matter what happens between us from now on, I'm the happiest
guy in the world right now.  It's neither your natural wonders nor your
smile -- it's *you*, Janet, who makes me so happy.  Every time I look, I
get lost in the wonder of you."
   Every word of it was true.
   We sat for a couple minutes and got lost in each other.  She felt deep,
rich and full of life.  Finally, I said, "Enough homework and such.  Let's
find out about each other."
   We chatted like friends for the next forty-five minutes.  Her blouse
stayed unbuttoned, and I kept admiring.
   She lived with her mom who'd been divorced from her dad for almost five
years.  And glory be, we lived in the same apartment building.  We agreed;
hmm, single dad, single mom, what could we work out?
   We walked home together.  It was the most natural thing in the world to
hold hands, lean against each other and smile, smile, smile.
   Before we got in the apartment complex, we wandered off into a nice dark
spot beside the building.  We looked at each other, dropped all our books
and melted into each others arms.
   She raised her head to me; I kissed her with all the admiration I felt
for her behind it, and she kissed me back.  I felt two hard fiery nubbins
press into me; Little Henry rose immediately to full attention, and we
shared the joy in our hearts.
   After a wonderful eternity of bliss, we snuggled up to each other.  I
knew she felt Little Henry, because she wiggled around to get him into the
right position and pressed into him firmly.
   She shuddered and quivered against me then whispered into my neck, "I've
never felt this way before.  It's so strange, yet so wonderful."
   I nibbled her neck and her ear a bit then took a deep breath of her
suddenly-musky smell.  "You smell intoxicating," I told her.  "Your very
scent seems to drive me insane with the desire to hold you and love you
forever.  Janet, you're the moonlight over the still waters of a clear
mountain lake -- you illuminate the joy and wonder of life."
   We kissed again and again; each time was more wonderful, more fulfilling
and deeper than the last.
   Finally, we managed to come up for air.  I told her, "Janet, please
let's get together again.  Not just to study or to do homework but for
*us.*"
   She whispered, "Toro, I'd love to.  I've never been asked out on a date,
and Mom's actually been worried about it the last several months.
   "Big Brother knows all about Bob and Natalie, so with their
recommendation we won't have any trouble at all.  I'll have to count this
as my first date since I've never been out with anyone before -- even if it
didn't start out that way, you've made it such a wonderful experience I'll
cherish it forever."
   I told her softly, "Moonlight, it's probably too soon for this, but I'm
falling in love with you."
   She whispered back, "And I with you, my Toro."
   I saw her to her door (same floor!), stumbled back to my apartment, fell
into bed and relieved the pressure a couple of times.  I dreamed of
happiness and joy, of love and passion, of Janet's mouth and breasts
pressed against me and of my mouth on her hard nipples.
   ------
   (Tuesday 12/6)
   The next morning, we got together outside her apartment to go to school
together.  We smiled at each other, touched fingertips and again fell into
each other.
   At lunch, I escorted her to the cafeteria.  Bob seemed to be looking for
us because as soon as we came in the door he stood up on his seat and waved
us over.
   He put me between Natalie and him and Janet between another couple,
George and Sherry.
   Bob introduced us to them.  "Henry has the cojones del toro and a true
warrior's heart.  Janet is the moonlight on still waters, who illuminates
the joy and wonder of life for all to see."
   Jesus Christ and Judas too!  How did he know about that?  Anyway, George
and Sherry talked quietly with Janet while Bob and Natalie chatted with me.
   I told her, "Natalie, if you keep snuggling up to me, I'm likely to
forget about Janet and start working on you."
   Both Bob and Natalie thought it was hilarious for some reason.  Bob
said, "Nat, he's a true gem.  An original -- no, a beyond-original
Casanova."
   Natalie whispered in my ear, "Toro, you flatter me beyond words.  I see
the way you and Janet fall into each other's hearts and I don't worry in
the least.  You can hit on me all you want, but my heart belongs to Bob,
just like yours belongs to that wonderful lady who adores you so much."
   Bob rapped quietly on the table, getting everyone's attention.  He said,
"People, we may have a couple candidates, agreed?"
   George, Sherry and Natalie all nodded, while Janet and I wondered what
the hell was happening.
   He said to me, "Warrior-Heart, Janet and her brother can tell you all
about the Brain Trust; what it is and what it does.  The point we're
bringing up here is George, Sherry, Natalie and I are all Seniors so we
won't be here next year.
   "It means if we don't do something now, the Brain Trust will probably
dissolve and all its good effects will wither away.  We're specifically
looking for replacements -- someone with the intelligence and fire to carry
on the tradition of tutoring and help we have to offer.  We'd like you two
to consider joining our core group.
   "There's a lot more we do than tutoring; you'll find out about it.  I
think between you and Janet, we've got an excellent start in keeping 'this
thing of ours' going and in keeping McCambridge High School the most
desirable environment in California."
   He invited Janet and me to their study group at Natalie's house
Wednesday evening.
   ------
   JANET ADAMS (Monday 12/5)
   I couldn't believe it completely.  I'd noticed this really neat new guy
in class watching me, but until Natalie introduced us, I hadn't dared talk
to him.
   Natalie told us what he'd done for her.  He looked at me as if I was the
most wonderful thing in the world, and I was totally lost.
   My nipples popped up so hard I thought they would burst.  My pussy got
so wet it dribbled down my leg, and it fluttered like I was on the edge of
one of those intense orgasms I'd occasionally managed while I was rubbing
myself at night.
   He kept stroking my hand with his thumb and every stroke sent a jolt of
lighting right down to my clit.  Every word he said seemed perfect and he
kept looking at me with those wonderful eyes with his entire heart behind
them.  I seemed to float inside his admiration and his soul.
   I don't know how I managed to live through it, but we agreed to meet
after school for some math tutoring.  Fuck the math; let's find out what's
going on.
   We got set up at the Media Center -- I'd seen quite a few people
studying there.  Security doesn't seem to mind as long as you buy a little
bit from the concession stands.
   Yeh, I knew I'd missed some math stuff, but Toro hit on exactly what
they were and how to fix it.  He implied it would take a lot of work to fix
it and hoped I wouldn't mind.
   Mind, hell!  If it kept him around, I'd try to need tutoring in
everything!
   While I was in the bathroom, I unbuttoned my blouse as far as I dared.
Several times I'd felt his appreciative eyes on what tits I did have and
wanted him looking even more.
   After we sat down again across from each other, I felt him glance at my
offering a few times then he just looked at them with so much admiration I
thought my heart would burst!  My ittie-bittie titties?  And he's admiring
them?
   He apologized for looking and complimented them!  Hell, I'd strip naked
in the middle of school assembly if he'd keep looking at me with all this
admiration.
   To top it all, both Bob and Natalie had heavily implied he was someone
really good!  If they thought so, I wanted in.
   We chatted about our backgrounds and our parents.  He had a single dad,
and I had a single mom -- just possibly we could try working out something
between them, too.
   We lived in the same apartment building, too!  Glory to heaven, maybe I
could sneak over in the middle of the night and have my way with him.
   When we walked home together he held my hand and kept leaning into me
like he couldn't bear to be away from me.  We ended up in this dark,
private spot outside our complex, and it was all I could do to keep from
tearing my clothes off and screwing him on the grass.  Then he took me
confidently in his arms and kissed me as if his life depended on showing me
how much he cared.
   I kissed him back while I tried to drive my nipples into his chest.  My
pussy fluttered so fast I was on the edge of the most intense climax I'd
ever had.
   Then I felt his hardness against me.  Oh my God!  I'd never felt one
before, yet I knew exactly what it was.  It was his and it was because of
me!
   I climaxed right then!  I shook against him and whispered against his
neck while my pussy clenched again and again and liquid ran down my legs.
   He whispered I was his Moonlight, he wanted to be with me again, and he
was falling in love with me!  I almost passed out, I was so happy!
   We managed to get to our (unhappily) separate apartments (same floor!)
and I managed to fall into bed after I'd sopped up my legs and my crotch.
   I was still so much on the edge I started to rub myself.  I gave my
clitty just one stroke and I was off into the deepest orgasm I'd ever had!
   I thrashed around on my bed; my hips danced up and down and every time I
though of his mouth on mine, of his hardness against me or of his eyes
telling me how much he cared for me, it set off yet another one.
   Finally I fell asleep, yet I dreamed of being with him, of his mouth on
my hard, hard nipples and of his hardness inside me.
   ------
   NATALIE
   Monday after I got back from my solo shopping trip (whee!), Bob and I
put in the concrete pad for the extra water heater.  I'd swung a hammer
before and hadn't mashed my fingers too much, had put in a few screws and
that's about all the construction experience I had.
   I dug out my painting grungies and met him in the back yard.  He had a
4-foot square marked off and had started digging it out.  He said, "Let's
get you some work gloves."
   We tried several pair from his truck until we found a set which fit
okay. Then he indoctrinated me to the arcane mysteries of digging!  He
pointed out the different parts of the shovel and their names.  Hold the
shovel, use the foot to push it in, wiggle, scoop, lift, dump then back
again.  Use the flat-end spade to get a nice square corner and flat bottom
("Always call a spade a spade.").
   We dug down several inches in the square until Bob was satisfied.  He
brought back several flat boards -- he called them 1 by 6s; they seemed
thinner than that -- to build a "form" for the concrete.  Made sense to me.
   Even a tape measure was a little strange.  Somehow I kept hitting the
rewind button and it would rewind in so fast the end bounced up and tried
to attack me!
   We measured and marked the boards (a carpenter's square is neat!), and I
learned a little about using an electric hand saw.  Dayum, that thing is
loud; it feels like it wants to run off somewhere, but it sure can cut
wood! He showed me several different blades and what kind of cutting they
were for.
   We laid the boards down on edge around the outside of the hole and
pounded some stakes in outside them.  Bob showed me the long carpenter's
level and what all the stuff on it was.  Bubbles and angles.  Yeh, I could
see how it worked.  I got elected to make sure the boards were level and
the corners were square.  Dig out dirt, put in dirt.  Like playing in a
sandbox.
   Put some gravel in so the concrete had something to hold onto.  Note the
gravel's gonna end up below ground level.
   One part was done!  Bob swatted my butt and told me, "Good work,
Apprentice.  Next time you get to do it by yourself." I grinned really
hard; even I was impressed.
   Mixing the concrete was next.  Bob pulled a wheelbarrow from the back of
his truck -- I knew what one was, I'd seen pictures!  He pulled a few other
tools out then told me to move this paper sack from the back of the truck
into the wheelbarrow.
   Fuck!  I could barely slide it, much less pick it up!  I read the
printing on the outside.  The damn thing weighed 80 pounds!  Bob glanced
over and asked innocently, "How's it going, sweetie?"
   "You wanker!  You knew I couldn't pick this up!"
   "Who, me?"
   "Yeh, you!  See how much lovin' *you* get tonight."
   "Yes, Mistress.  I stand chastised before your anger."
   Then he told me more seriously, "This is part of the 'heavy labor' I
talked about before.  You'll work your strength up so you can do something
similar occasionally without straining something, but your body isn't
really built for a lot of it."
   He picked up the sack like it was nothing and set it in the wheelbarrow.
"Now you get to learn to drive a wheelbarrow."
   Apparently there are different kinds of wheelbarrows and wheels.  They
come down to someone pushing or pulling a load.  After I dumped the load
sideways a couple times on the way to the back, I learned to balance it out
fairly well and how to get it over bumps and hills.
   Bob grinned at me, "You're doing great, Sunshine.  Remember, I grew up
doing this sort of stuff.  You're learning it cold.  Just get the attitude
it *is* a new area and that you'll shortly be very good at it and you'll do
just fine."
   He got a dirty-mouthed kiss; I felt the grit in my teeth.
   He pointed out the instructions on the sack.  "One reason it's so heavy
is it's 'pre-mix.' It's got the gravel -- small stones -- already in it so
literally all we have to do is add water."
   Gravel, aggregate, cement, curing, thickness.  We discussed them all as
we opened the sack and dumped it in the wheelbarrow (really dusty!).  I
added water and mixed it with a round-edge hoe (really!  I'd always thought
a ho was a female who put out for money).
   We played around with the consistency; it had to be thick enough to hold
but thin enough to move around.  I poured it in the form then leveled it
off with another tool -- I'd always thought a float belonged in a parade!
Bob showed me why we were doing what we were doing every step of the way.
   I got to clean and wash the wheelbarrow.  I knew how to use a garden
hose and proved it when I chased Bob with the stream.  I only managed to
get a little bit on him before he moved out of range.
   He did take pity on me and put all the tools back in the truck.  He just
took the wheelbarrow, turned it over with the wheel on top, grabbed the
handles then lifted it up and in.  Yow, he's strong, if I didn't know it
before!
   He told me, "I sometimes do things the 'hard' way, that is, not the most
efficient.  Mainly I do it because it lets me practice controlling my
strength and flexibility.  If something seems 'hard' to you, make sure you
tell me.  I'm not expecting you to work the same way I do.
   "Now, let's get a shower before study."
   He made us strip down outside the back door.  "Your mom will *not*
appreciate us dragging dirt through her clean kitchen.  Don's already seen
everything including the lovely hair on your pussy, and if Ana wants to
eyeball me, it's her right."
   We took a quick shower.  Bob was right, I was filthy; dirt had managed
to creep in everywhere.  Bob washed my back.  "Yep, it's dirty back here,
too.  Tell you what, you wash my back and I'll wash yours."
   At study, we discussed what had happened with Henry and Janet.  Bob and
I did a quick _search_ for them and found them at the Media Center Food
Court.  Janet had her blouse unbuttoned to the middle of her bra showing
off her very-pretty cleavage, and Henry was admiring the hell out of her.
   Bob grinned at us all.  "I'd say they're doing just fine together. 
Let's drag them over for lunch tomorrow, you guys look them over and let's
see what they've got.  Natalie's had her eye on Janet for quite a while
already.  Henry seems pretty damn good to me so far."
   Sherry sympathized with my little hurting hands and (by now) sore
muscles, "Poor baby!  Ensure you make the brute massage you good tonight.
I'll bet even your boobs are sore, right?" Eyebrow up.
   I didn't have to ask; Bob offered a massage.  "It wasn't really 'hard'
labor, but your body isn't used to it."
   Jaysus, his hands felt good.  He found all the sore spots on my back and
legs and gave them a good going over.  He massaged a lot of aloe vera
lotion into my poor little sore hands and wasn't at all surprised to find
my boobs were sore, too.
   He really took my attention off my soreness after he'd milked my diddies
up for a while, licked and sucked my nipples, tickled Miss Clitty and gave
us two nice orgasms!  I had enough endorphins in me I couldn't even feel
the soreness any more.  We snuggled up and drifted off to sleep.
   Wanker!  He woke me up in the morning and said we had to do our dance
exercises!  I was stiff by now and moaned and groaned through all the
stretches.  Fortunately, I could do the stomach crunches and pushups okay.
Dayum, I was up to 30 each!
   I was actually feeling pretty good by the time we were done.  Bob leered
at me, "How.  Good.  Do.  You.  Feel?"
   *"Very* good!"
   We made love like we'd just discovered it; slowly, gently and heavenly.
   Chapter 25
   JANET (Tuesday 12/6)
   The next morning, I wasn't quite sure how Toro would be.  When he saw
me, though, his eyes lit up, and he simply glowed with happiness while my
heart melted within me again.
   Just the touch of his fingertips was enough to make my pussy flutter and
water again.  Every time I saw him I fell deeper in love with the man
inside him.
   Then at lunch, Bob and Natalie called us over to sit with the Inner
Circle!  Big Brother had talked about them a lot over the past couple
years; how smart they were, how talented they were and how *good* they were
-- and they were asking us to join them?  God, I almost died!
   Toro and I met after school, and I snagged Big Brother to walk home with
us.  When I introduced him to Toro, I thought Big Brother would die!
   "This is the Warrior-Heart?  The Cojones Del Toro?  The one who saved
our Natalie from that freakin' asshole?  With my wonderful sister?  Oh, my
God, I can't believe it!"
   He hugged my Toro, shook his hand and just beamed at him.  "God, Toro,"
he said, "I hope I can be a tenth of the man you are right now when crunch
time comes for me!"
   We got back to our place, and Big Brother dragged Toro in for a talk. 
"Toro, what I know is some scumbag tried to molest Natalie Shanahan, and
you were there and intervened.  What really happened?"
   This was the first time I'd heard about what had really happened so I
listened intently.
   Toro told us about how he'd admired Natalie, and she'd smiled at him --
she was a goddess.  Then how the guy had started to assault her and how
he'd just happened to be there.
   Big Brother and I glanced at each other.  "Just happened," right.
   He told us how scared he'd been but had kept on the best he could and
Big Brother and I just thought at each other, "Warrior-Heart.  Cojones Del
Toro."
   Big Brother hugged him and shook his hand again.  "Man, you're a true
warrior!"
   Toro and I agreed to meet in about an hour for a real date, and we sent
him on his way.  I collared Big Brother for a family talk.
   I told him, "He's a real hero so why would he be even remotely
interested in *me*?  I'm short, got no tits, no hips or ass, and my face is
plain as dishwater!"
   Big Brother held up his hand.  "Stop right there, Janet.  While I do
agree Toro is a real hero, you've gotta stop putting yourself down.
   "If you want to talk bodies alone, Henry is short and slender.  So are
you.  So what?  You're both the same height, and all of your legs reach the
ground at the same time.
   "You say you've got no tits?  I beg to differ.  Look at Natalie
Shanahan; she's 5' 8" or so and she's small-busted -- yet every guy who's
looked at them says they're great.  She's slender, yet she's got one of the
most perfect rear ends I've ever seen.
   "Janet, you're not even 5 feet, yet you've got what, 28-As?  In
proportion you've probably got bigger boobs than she has, so don't try to
tell me you're flat-chested.  When your headlights are on, it's worth the
price of admission to the best show in town.
   "Your shoulders, bust, waist and hips are perfectly in proportion to
what most guys think is ideal.  I've looked at your butt many a time, even
if I am your brother, and I think it's one of the best around.  Your hips
curve beautifully and your butt matches it perfectly.  There's no bulges,
dips or anything but perfectly delightful ass, and when you walk, it sways
just that little bit us guys pant over.
   "You may think your face is plain, but it's the kind which takes the
tiny bit of makeup you use to perfection.  Your hair is probably the envy
of every girl in school.  Your eyes glow, and your smile would light up a
football field.
   "Never, ever sell your looks short, Janet.  You're 14 now and will get
more beautiful every day.  I'm almost 17, and if I weren't your brother,
I'd be wrapped around your ankles begging you to go out with me.
   "Above all that, Janet Adams, is you.  You're intelligent, humorous and
happy a lot of the time.  You're willing to look at life and take it
head-on.  You're friendly, never talk down to anyone and always try to find
the best in everyone you meet.
   "I've heard it said true opportunity might knock only twice in a
lifetime.  Take it when it comes and give it *all* you've got.  Don't hold
anything back, because I don't want you thinking 15 or 20 years from now,
'if-only' I'd committed myself more; 'if-only' I'd tried a little harder;
'if-only' I'd helped one more person.
   "I've known Bob Reynolds since grade school.  Yes, he's modest and
sometimes appears to be a little shy.  Probably not intentionally but he's
worked himself up to be *the* Opinion Leader for hundreds of people. 
Natalie's new this year but she's already shown she's a match for Bob.
   "You've got all the characteristics of a truly great leader, Janet.  Cut
out any bull-shit, embrace the day and give it your best shot.
   "Yeh, you and Toro have had one 'date.' Who knows how it will turn out?
If you commit yourself fully, without doubts or reservations, it will turn
out the best it possibly ever could -- no matter what it is; good, bad or
indifferent.  Same with the Inner Circle.  Commit to it totally if they
will have you.
   "Never, ever sell yourself short.  I want you to be able to look in the
mirror at yourself 5, 10, 15, 20, 30 years from now and say, 'I gave it my
best.'
   "No matter what may happen, no matter who you end up with, no matter the
pain and suffering you go through, the rewards are better than you could
ever have imagined."
   God, I love my Big Brother -- and I could hardly wait to be with my Toro
tonight and share my soul again with him.
   Before I went over to Toro's apartment to start our date, Big Brother
told me, "Get him dressed; it hurts.  Even *I* know a plaid shirt doesn't
cut it."
   He leered at me.  "Besides, it'll give you a chance to see how hard his
mattress is and how big your playground will be."
   I blushed again.  I told him, "I never noticed how he was dressed.  All
I seemed to see are his eyes and his smile.  And yes, I'll check out the
bed."
   He had me twirl around once.  "Janet, you look dynamite!  He's gonna
start drooling the second he sees you.  Bring him by before he drools too
much, though; Mom should be home in a little bit, and I know she'll love to
meet him."
   I went over and met Toro's dad ("Call me Blake").  For some reason, when
he saw me his mouth dropped open and he stared.  Toro just grinned and
admired me while I blushed.  Damn I wish I could do something about the
blushing!
   My nipples got hard; I got nervous and asked, "What?"
   Blake seemed to come out of some sort of spell.  While never taking his
eyes off me, he said, "Henry, I've told you living an ethical life and
being a nice guy would pay off.  Janet, you are absolutely luscious."
   I couldn't get any redder so I told him, "I think it's because Toro
seems to bring out the best in me."
   Blake, asked, "What's this Toro stuff?" Now it was Toro's turn to get
red.  Payback!
   "You haven't told him?  You're a zipper-lip like Bob Reynolds.  Well,
Blake, it's like this..."
   I told him what his son had done for Natalie at extreme risk to his
hide, who Bob and Natalie were, and that they called him "Warrior-Heart"
and "Toro."
   Toro got all red and fidgety while his dad looked at him with tears in
his eyes.  "Yeh, Toro's a good name, son.  I'm so totally proud of you."
   I broke it up a little, "Okay, time for the two-bit tour.  Show me
around, Toro."
   So he showed me around.  Pretty much a standard two-bedroom place.  They
had plenty of boxes around still packed from moving, but I spotted a couple
of possible shirts in his closet.
   I ordered him, "Off with the shirt!"
   He quirked an eyebrow but started unbuttoning his (since I now saw it)
awful plaid shirt.  I took the opportunity to bounce my butt on the bed a
little.  It was just perfect.
   I leaned back on my arms, swished my legs, leered at him and waved my
ittie-bitties with their rock-hard nipples at him.  He got red but kept
unbuttoning.
   After he got it off, I got up and ran my hands over his chest and arms.
"You've been hiding some really good stuff under there, Toro," I told him.
   Yeh, he was slender, but those muscles under there were hard,
clearly-defined and sleek.  I snuggled my tits up against him and sighed,
"Now that's what *I* call luscious."
   He hugged me gently, and we shared a wonderfully-slow kiss which set my
heart pounding and got my nipples even harder.  I felt him get hard, too,
so I wiggled up against it.  "Very soon, my Warrior-Heart."
   He sighed.  "Moonlight, my heart is yours."
   I finally pried myself away and picked out a much better shirt.  Of
course I had to help him put it on -- it only took twice as long as it
could have because I kept rubbing my boobs across his back, his arms, his
chest...  everywhere I could.  God, he felt nice!
   ------
   HENRY
   Jeez she was lovely!  She had a wonderful gleam in her eyes, her smile
was on full-blast, and she kept rubbing her wonderful breasts up against
me. I was so hard I thought it would bust.
   We managed to get my shirt on.  If that's the way it's done, I guess I
should change it more often when she's around.
   She combed my hair; it took a few minutes because we kept leaning up
against each other instead of combing.  Oh, well, such are the trials of a
teenager.
   She told Dad she was taking me over to show off to her mom.  I winked at
her, and told Dad he needed to come too so we could get the full parental
approval.
   Mrs.  Adams was a slender lady with golden hair the exact shade as
Janet's.  She apparently had just come home from an office, because she was
wearing medium heels, a knee-length tight skirt and a blouse which showed
off her assets very nicely.
   Janet introduced me to her ("Call me Louise"), and my mouth just had to
start running, "Louise, it's plain to see where Janet got her beauty.  If I
were twenty years older, I'd be here to see you instead of her."
   She got pink and broke out into a beautiful smile -- the mouth ran
again, "When you smile, Burbank Water and Power has to shut down a
generator -- your smile makes the entire world bright."
   She laughed (which made her assets redistribute themselves quite nicely)
and asked Dad, "Is he always like this?"
   Well, Dad's no slouch with *his* mouth, either, "We Merrills tend to be
quiet and shy -- but when we meet ladies like you and Janet, we lose
ourselves in admiration.  We're so overwhelmed by your inner and outer
beauty we can't help ourselves."
   Janet and I gave each other a little thumbs-up off to the side.
   Mom doesn't get flustered very often, but she was now, especially when
Big Brother came out of his room and said, "Wow!  Beautiful babes
everywhere I look!"
   Janet dragged me around on her tour.  Her place was just like ours
except there were three bedrooms.  She pulled me into her room and
whispered, "I hope you become *very* familiar with this room." Oh, my God!
   Janet went into her bathroom to brush her hair quickly before we left. I
tested out her bed -- just perfect.  I noticed a bit of yellow paper
sticking out of a drawer in her bedside table, so got nosey as hell and
eased it open.  It was a sticky note:
   ------
   Sis, Big Brother is *not* watching you, but he is watching out *for*
you.
   ------
   It was stuck on a twelve-pack of condoms.  Seems Big Brother was
watching out for both of us.  I slipped it all back into the drawer and
lost myself in thinking how wonderful making love with my Moonlight would
be.
   ------
   JANET
   I told him, "Toro, let's go.  I think our parents can get along without
us as chaperones." I caught Mom's eye, jerked my head a little at Blake and
made eating motions with my hand.  Mom caught the hint right away, winked
at us and said, "Blake, you must stay for dinner.  While I'm getting things
ready, you and Steven can tell me about this 'Toro' thing."
   The trap was closed as Blake told her, "Louise, I'd love to have some
dinner with a sweet lady like you."
   Toro slipped up behind Blake and whispered in his ear, "Look right into
her eyes and admire, admire, admire."
   As we went out the door, Big Brother was saying, "Mom, let me tell you
about the Cojones del Toro..."
   Toro and I had a simply wonderful time.  We had a nice, somewhat messy,
dinner at Tony Roma's, window shopped along First Street and really enjoyed
being with each other.  Several people pointed their finger at him and
said, "Toro!" or "Warrior!"
   We held hands a lot.  When we'd stop to look in a store window, Toro
would caress my shoulder or my back.  Somehow he found a sensitive spot in
the small of my back -- when he stroked it gently, it sent fire all the way
through me and my pussy started its insistent drooling.
   After I panted a bit, I managed to get our backs to everyone, reached
behind us and dragged his hand down onto my ass.  "Work on *that* for a few
minutes." He did and managed to find every sensitive spot on it -- there
were a lot, too, like every square millimeter.
   He finally stopped molesting my butt (damn!), took my hands, looked at
me with his wonderful eyes and asked, "Moonlight, would you give the
extreme honor of accompanying me to the Christmas Dance?"
   "God, yes!  A thousand times yes!" I hugged him so hard I thought his
ribs would crack.  My Toro!
   He asked me, "Now, is this a real dress-up dance with tuxedos, or what?"
   "No, but you may if you wish.  Most of the guys will have a suit and
tie, some will have sports coats and others just a dress shirt.  Any of it
is acceptable -- and you, my Toro, will look fantastic in anything -- if
you go with me for a haircut."
   He laughed.  "I suppose I could suffer through it if I must.  I'd better
see if I still fit into my suit -- if we're representing the Inner Circle,
I'd better look somewhat decent.
   "On the other hand, Moonlight, you'd be perfect with a ribbon in your
hair, two band-aides and a cork.  You'd be the star attraction with your
smile to top it off."
   I leered at him a little.  "Make those two *small* band-aides and a
small cork and you're on."
   He said seriously, "But I'll have to inspect the sites to ensure they
are properly prepared prior to application."
   I hit his arm lightly.  "Count on it!"
   He looked at me, and we fell into each other again.  We were sharing our
emotions, our feelings and our growing love.
   "Moonlight, your thoughts and dreams are even more beautiful than your
wonderful smile."
   "Warrior-Heart, you have won *my* heart."
   We snuggled up as close as was decent in public and walked back home.
   We stopped off in our private dark spot by the complex.  We shared kiss
after warm, sweet kiss and shared our feelings, too.
   I ran my hands all over his back -- it was hard like his chest, and I
felt his muscles ripple as he moved his arms and hands over my back.  I was
about a half-inch shorter than he was, so we fit together perfectly.
   His hardness had come up and pressed urgently against me.  My Toro!  I
ran my hands down to his ass (it was hard, too) and pulled him against me.
He reciprocated, and we stood for a long time together, sharing our hearts
and our love.
   "Toro, let's go in and harass my mom about your dad; see how they got
along."
   We came in, hand-in-hand.  Mom was sitting at the kitchen table; she'd
changed into her usual tee shirt and shorts and was looking radiant.  The
corners of her mouth kept twitching like she wanted to laugh.
   When she looked up and saw us, she immediately locked onto Toro.  She
looked at him in awe, stood up and wrapped him into a tight hug.
   "I know now why she calls you Toro."
   ------
   HENRY
   When a beautiful lady starts hugging you, you either try to escape or
you go with the flow and hug her back.  I decided the latter was more
expedient, so I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back.
   I looked at Janet with a "what now" look.  She gave me a "you're on your
own" look back.
   I loosened up an arm and slowly moved it down over her butt, not
touching it.  I glanced at Janet and questioned her with my eyebrow.  Janet
glared at me, angrily shook her head then spoiled it by giggling.  She
sounded like tiny bells chiming in my heart.
   Little Henry was wide awake and participating with everything he had.  I
know Louise felt it, because she shifted her hips a little and snuggled
right up against him.
   My mouth just had to start running, "Louise, if you keep doing that, in
a few moments I'm going to forget I'm twenty years younger than you.  I'm
going to pick you up, carry you into your bedroom and ravish you all night.
Janet may join us if she wishes."
   She let me go and told me, "You shit.  You must have picked it up from
your father."
   "Why, Louise?  Did he say Janet could join you two, also?"
   It got to them and they laughed.  Louise finally let me go.  "No," she
said, "He didn't offer to have Janet join us."
   Janet chimed in, "But he did offer to ravish you, right?"
   "Well...  yes."
   "Then why are you out here all alone, Mom?"
   Louise threw up her hands and said, "I'd better quit now while I still
have some semblance of a reputation left.  You guys are double-teaming me!"
   "And if Big Brother were here, you'd be triple-teamed!"
   Louise laughed again and went back to the table, her butt twitching
beautifully as she walked.  I'd learned a few things in the past couple
days so I overtly admired it as it trailed her along.
   I glanced at Janet and gave her a half-swirl with my finger.  She
promptly turned her back, stuck out her luscious bottom and wiggled it at
me!
   She turned back around, grinning.  I glanced back at her mom then gave
both their bottoms a solid thumbs up.
   Janet dashed off to the bathroom for a few minutes then we slide into
chairs across the table from Louise.  We leaned forward on our elbows,
looked at her intently and waited.
   Louise looked back and forth between us.  She finally asked, "What?"
   "Okay, Mom, give us the dirt."
   "Dirt?"
   "Yeh, dirt!  Toro and I left here two hours ago.  You, Big Brother and
Blake were left here on your own recognizance.  When we come back, Big
Brother's not here, and Blake's not here.  Let's discount Big Brother for
the moment.
   "You're sitting here in your tee shirt and shorts with your headlights
on high beam, looking like you'd gotten laid several times.  So, give us
the dirt!"
   Louise glanced down at her lovelies.  Yep, they were on high beam all
right.  Gotcha!
   She looked back up at us and blushed -- a lot.  "No, I didn't get laid
several times."
   Janet and I acted in unison with a high-five.  "Once is enough to start
with," I said with a big grin.  "Did you wear my dad out?  Can he still
walk?  Will he be able to go to work in the morning?"
   Janet cut in, "I *thought* you were walking a little bowlegged."
   Louise grinned and shook her head.  "All right guys!  Enough!  I'll
talk."
   "Confess!"
   Louise told us, "I've never been so seriously sweet-talked in my life.
Toro, every word your dad said seemed to be aimed at making me feel really
special, as if I were the most wonderful person in the world.
   "And no, I didn't get laid.  Not even once.  Maybe later...  But anyway,
I got us some dinner.  Steven told us about the Warrior-Heart then went
out, and Blake and I just talked for about an hour."
   Janet told her, "Yes, Mother, she said in a tone of absolute disbelief.
So when's your first date?"
   Louise blushed again.  With a delighted grin, she told us, "Tomorrow
right after work.  We're in the same office building in Studio City."
   Janet and I got in another high-five and a couple fist-pumps.  "Yes!"
   Janet said, "Mom, I know exactly what you mean.  When Natalie introduced
me to the Cojones del Toro here, I said maybe seven words.  Every word out
of Toro's mouth seem plotted and scripted to touch me exactly the right way
-- to make me feel as if I were the most special girl in the world."
   I had to protest a little bit at least, "There was a voice in my head
saying, 'Look into her eyes and admire her.' So that's all I did.  I
haven't the faintest idea where any of the words came from; I had all my
attention on admiring the most delectable woman I'd ever been privileged to
see -- I wanted so badly to let her know -- I just talked."
   Janet and her mom looked at each other and smiled delightedly.  "So
that's what you whispered to your dad when you left."
   "Yep.  I figured it worked out pretty well with Janet, so it would work
out with him.  The point is, no matter what we said, we told the truth, not
just some razzle-dazzle."
   They looked at each other again and sighed.  Their eyes were glistening
like they had tears in them.
   Louise finally glanced at the clock.  "Okay, guys, it's a school and
work night.  We've gotta get up in the morning.
   "I'm going in my room and won't be out again tonight.  Janet, you need
to be in bed in about 45 minutes -- *alone.* So, if you two want to get in
some serious necking on the sofa, you'd better get started.  Turn the
lights out when you're done; Big Brother can worry about finding his own
way."
   She walked away with her butt twitching.  "Louise," I called after her,
"the back looks great, just like the front." She wiggled her butt at us as
she shut her bedroom door.
   Janet giggled again.  "I think I solved the just-got-laid mystery.  When
I went to the bathroom, I stuck my head in Mom's room and took a good
sniff. I know what pussy juice smells like and the place reeked.
   "So she either flat-out lied to us about not getting laid, or your dad
turned her on so much she went in and jilled off.  From the intensity of
the smell, I'd say about six times, which is how many times I did it last
night after you had me turned on all afternoon and evening."
   "I only got in two last night." I grinned at her.  "So I'm going to file
the number away and see if I can make you come more than six times in a row
sometime."
   She smiled, "Very soon, I hope."
   Then, in unison, "Sofa!  Serious necking!"
   We turned down the lights a lot.  If Big Brother came in he'd just have
to take his chances on finding his way.
   We kicked our shoes off, sat down on the sofa, reached out, rubbed each
others neck and said, "Neck, neck, neck."
   We laughed and fell into each other's arms where we felt just right
together.
   I nibbled on her ear which made her quiver.  Good results, so I nibbled
down her neck, around her throat and back up to the other ear.  I sucked
her earlobe into my mouth and washed it gently with the tip of my tongue.
She moaned and hugged me.
   I worked back around to her chin then took her head in my hands, looked
in her eyes and asked, "Request permission to admire you, my Moonlight."
   She whispered, "Permission granted, my Toro."
   So I did.  I admired her sweet eyes, her cheeks, her forehead, her neck
and time and time again her wonderful mouth while our tongues staged mock
duels.
   I ran my hands over her slender arms and back, down and around her
luscious bottom, across the small of her back and up through her
sweet-smelling golden hair.  She ran her hands over me at the same time.
   After several minutes, we were almost panting.  I grinned at her.  "Now
*that*'s heavy breathing."
   "Yeh!  As soon as I catch my breath, we're doing some more."
   She glanced over at the clock.  "We've got about thirty minutes before I
have to kick you out into the hallway."
   She asked, "Toro, would you touch my ittie-bittie titties?  I know
they're not, much but they've been aching for you to touch them from the
moment we met."
   "Moonlight, it would be an honor and a privilege for me to admire such
beautiful natural wonders."
   I gently put my hand on her blouse over her stomach and stroked gently
in circles while I tried to strangle her tonsils slowly with my tongue.
   I stroked upwards slowly until I felt the bottom of a firm breast then
slowly took it into my hand.
   Even through her blouse and bra I felt the heat.  Her breast fit my hand
perfectly so I could caress and squeeze it all gently while rubbing her
rock-hard nipple lightly with my thumb.
   She panted and quivered and kept saying, "Nice, so nice."
   She suddenly pushed me back and sat up.  With both hands she undid all
the buttons on her blouse -- "Fewer buttons next time," she whispered
fiercely -- and almost tore it off her arms.
   She took off her bra and tossed it aside.  "Please make me feel
special."
   I did my best.
   I had her sit on the sofa, leaning back with her legs spread.  I knelt
between her slender thighs in her snug pants and ran my hands from her hips
up her ribs to just the height of her breasts then moved them both inwards
until they just started to go up the curves.
   They were breath-taking; conical proud-standing swells of perfection. 
Her nipples pointed slightly up and were standing high above the peaks. 
They were rising and falling rapidly as Janet panted.
   "Moonlight, look at me and keep your eyes on mine, please."
   We locked gazes and I slowly slid my hands up onto the silky skin on the
outside of her breasts.  "Think of how they feel, Moonlight.  Try to let
*me* feel how it feels to have my hands touching you.  I'll try to let
*you* feel how your sweet firm breasts feel in my hands and how happy it
makes me to give you pleasure."
   We gazed deeper and deeper into each other as we tried to share our
feelings and sensations -- and it was working.  I could dimly feel the
pressure of my hands and fingers on her, the wetness between her legs and
the pressure inside her nipples.
   I milked her breasts up to her nipples several times, each time with a
bit more pressure until her nipples _felt_ solid as steel.  Only then did I
let my thumb and forefinger slide to the tips and lightly pinch the
nipples.
   We felt the jolt run all the way down her body and leave a throbbing
energy between her legs.  She gasped out, "My pussy is fluttering like a
bird, Toro.  It quivers and shakes and I'm so close to coming it's
painful."
   She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles behind me. 
We feel the heat from her pussy radiating through her pants, through my
shirt and onto my skin.
   "Moonlight, I never wish you to be in pain.  May I try to make you
come?"
   "Please, please, please!  It aches so much and it's so close!  And all
because it's you, my sweet hero, because it's you."
   I milked her breasts once more and held them with the nipples springing
up just above my hands.  We felt the pressure in them and we felt the
energy locked in her fluttering pussy begging to be free.
   "Moonlight, look down at my hands." She did while we were panting so
hard I was sure we would hyperventilate.
   "Your exquisite breasts fit perfectly in my hands.  They're not
ittie-bittie in *any* sense; Moonlight, they're just perfect for us.  Now
come for us both."
   I sucked an areola and its nipple into my mouth and bit down very
lightly on the nipple while fluttering my tongue across the very tip.
   We _felt_ the energy jolt spread through her entire body and her orgasm
swept through us.  Her entire body convulsed in pleasure; her legs clamped
down on my waist so hard I had bruises the next morning; she arched her
back to push more of her breast into my mouth, clenched her teeth and
softly keened our pleasure into the room.
   I _felt_ her pussy and stomach muscles clench down hard for a couple
seconds then relax.  I stopped fluttering my tongue on her nipple and
sucked lightly.  When she tightened up again, I sucked as hard as I could
on her nipple and flicked the tip a couple times.
   Her muscles clamped down harder and the longer and harder I sucked, the
longer the spasm locked her body in pleasure.  As the clench started to
relax, I relaxed the pressure on her nipple, laved it gently and squeezed
it very lightly with my fingers.
   After a few seconds, I sucked it in again and flicked the tip.  Another
clench, hold and final release.  Again, again and again while her hands
locked themselves in my hair and pulled my head hard into her.
   Finally the spasms died down and we managed to slow down and finally get
our breathing under some control.
   "Are you alive, Moonlight?"
   "I don't think so.  It was so wonderful we must be in Heaven."
   "Your pleasure is my pleasure.  I can actually feel a lot of what you're
feeling, Moonlight.  I think we're sharing ourselves with one another.
   "Now that was only the left one.  We've still got the right one to do,
so that the world doesn't become unbalanced and destroy itself.  I'm going
to make you come so hard you'll drip on the floor through your pants!"
   "OH GOD!"
   I squeezed the right nipple upwards, drew it and as much of her breast
as I could into my mouth, sucked it hard and tried to milk it with my
tongue.
   This one was more intense and each clenching spasm must have lasted at
least ten seconds each while our bodies shook and quivered with the
almost-painful pleasure of her releases.  I managed to keep it going almost
five minutes (I think) by repeating the sucking and by squeezing her left
nipple at the same time.
   Finally she was able to gasp out, "No more!  Not now!  No more. 
Please."
   I relented and tried to bring us down with gentle licks up her breasts
onto the nipples while stroking her stomach lightly.  When our breathing
slowed down enough, I pulled her forward against me and kissed her willing
mouth again and again, trying to show her how much I admired her.
   "I don't want to be a spoilsport but it's time.  Can you manage to
release your legs?"
   She laughed and squeezed them a little bit.  "Only if you promise we'll
do this again!"
   "Oh, yes!  This and much, much more wait for us, my sweet lady."
   She claimed she couldn't stand up, so I picked her up and carried her
into her bedroom.  "Help me get my pants off.  I can't seem to control my
hands very well right now."
   We got her pants off by simply peeling them off inside out.  I showed
her the crotch which had a wet spot at least six inches across.  "We
*almost* made it drip on the floor.  Better luck next time."
   She laughed and said, "Next time maybe I won't have them on!  Now there
remains one more mission for my hero, if he's up to it."
   "My love, anything for you."
   "I've got to pee and I can't walk."
   "Well, I could get an empty Coke bottle from the kitchen or I could
carry you in.  Which do you prefer?"
   "Silly.  Now kiss me hard while you carry me."
   I carried her in while kissing her.  She shared the bathroom between the
bedrooms with Big Brother, who fortunately wasn't in there.  I stood her up
briefly in front of the toilet while I peeled her panties down her legs and
off her ankles.
   Her golden pubic hair was so light it was almost invisible.  It left her
swollen labia fully exposed and I probably made a fool of myself by gawking
at her.  I whispered, "You're beautiful down here." The smell was so
delicious I wanted to taste it.
   She grinned and told me, "Well my beautiful pussy is going to pee all
over your face if you don't let me sit down."
   I wasn't quite ready for water sports yet, so I helped her collapse
gently onto the toilet.  I ran the water in the sink which also seemed to
help her start, wet a washcloth with warm water then gently washed her
face, neck and underarms.
   I rewet the cloth and wiped across her stomach and her lovely breasts.
Her nipples had relaxed but threatened to pop up again as the cloth stroked
them.  I told them, "Down, girls!  Down!" I got another grin from my lady.
   She'd emptied her bladder by now and had patted with some TP.  She
flushed and tried to stand up but couldn't quite make it so I assisted her.
   I nodded at her crotch.  "It needs washing, too, doesn't it?"
   "Yes, it does." She looked at me with concern.  "Toro, please don't
think I'm just teasing you; I really can't do it myself right now."
   "No problem, Moonlight.  I usually have a good idea when someone is
teasing.  However, since I've never before touched or even seen a lady's
private parts, you need to tell me what to do."
   She gave me specific instructions and I followed them...  mostly.  I
think I deviated a bit when I put little kisses on her labia and clitoral
hood while washing the inside of her legs.
   She had a hand on the sink counter to help steady her and every time I'd
kiss her she'd smack me lightly on the head with the other hand.  After
about the fifth time, she grabbed my hair and told me, "Enough.  If you
keep doing it, I'm going to make you do a *lot* more down there...  and
we're already past due."
   I relented but pretended to pout and sulk.  She told me, "Happy face! 
Happy face!
   "I'll probably be leaking all night because you did me so well, you
stud. Get a panty liner from there...  and carry me back."
   I obligingly carried her back.  She kept grinning and rubbing her
breasts on me all the way back to the bed.  I told her, "If you keep
rubbing your beautiful breasts on me, I'll do what I threatened your mother
with, only we won't invite her."
   "Please!  Please!  Ravish me!"
   "Another night, my Moonlight.  Now where are the panties for the panty
liner?"
   She pointed out her panty drawer then made me show her several pair
before she decided on one.  Actually I think she was getting a kick out of
my pawing through her underwear, because with each pair I picked up, I'd
hold it to my nose, take a deep sniff and exaggeratedly sigh in rapture --
they were totally clean, but what the heck.
   She told me how to put the panty liner on then I slid her fresh panties
up her legs.  She raised her hips and wiggled her golden pussy at me while
I slide them all the way up.
   She pulled her knees up and spread them open.  Deep in her throat, she
said, "Ensure they fit right.  If there's a crease, it'll hurt."
   I did a thorough quality control check by running my hands all over her
pussy, her butt and her hips while she purred, bounced her hips, batted her
eyes at me and wiggled her lovely bosom.
   Finally I stood up, pointed at her fresh panties and told her sternly,
"No diddling yourself tonight.  Not even a goodnight stroke.  If I hear on
the grapevine you had to get yourself off again, my male ego will be
crushed because I couldn't satisfy you and I'll be impotent for the rest of
my life."
   She made her eyes get big with mock fear.  "Oh, please no!  Whatever
would I do without Little Henry to satisfy my primal urges?"
   I looked at her pussy, licked my lips slowly and told her, "There are
other ways..." Her eyes got big while she quivered a little bit at the
thought.
   I knelt beside the bed, gave each proud-standing breast a quick light
kiss and her sweet mouth a much longer, warmer one.
   "Moonlight, tonight was wonderful for me.  I feel somehow we got
connected together -- not just our bodies but us ourselves.  The sex part
was superb, but underneath it and what made it so good was the love I was
sharing with you.
   "We're just fourteen, we've known each other for only two days, but I've
fallen in love with you, my Moonlight whose heart..." I tapped her chest,
"is as golden as her hair.
   "I love you, Janet Adams; I know it's real.  I promise you I'll put
everything I have into us and into everything we decide to do." I know I
was crying, since I saw a tear drop onto her face.
   She had tears dripping down, too.  "I love you, too, Henry Merrill.  In
two days, you've changed my life from boredom with no idea what I was going
to do, to something wonderful and exciting.  You truly do have the heart of
a warrior, and I'll put everything *I* have into us.  Thank you for helping
me feel so special and thank you for being who you are."
   We shared a special deep kiss which bared ourselves to each other; we
_merged_ and felt complete.
   I told her a bit hoarsely, "I'll see you in the morning for school,
Moonlight, about 8:00 in front of your door.  Good night my love."
   "Goodnight, my Toro."
   I turned out the lights and locked the door behind me as I left.
   ------
   JANET
   What can I say?  My Warrior-Heart with his cojones del toro was simply
fantastic!
   Chapter 26
   JANET (Wednesday 12/7)
   When I woke up in the morning, I felt so happy!  I was really looking
forward to being with Toro all day at school.
   As I was making the bed, I saw a bit of yellow paper sticking out from
my bedside drawer.  When I opened the drawer, there was a note from Big
Brother stuck on a box of condoms!  God, just the thought of making love
with Toro made my nipples tighten up and my pussy overflow!
   I tucked a couple in my purse -- just in case -- and put the rest back
into the drawer.  I wrote on the note, "You're the best Big Brother any
girl could ask for!" and stuck it on the bathroom mirror where I knew he'd
see it.
   Even though Toro and I snuck in a few kisses on the way out of the
complex, we got to school on time.  Toro suggested we ask the rest of the
Inner Circle about what happened with us last night when we seemed to be
sharing our sensations and emotions.  It was a great idea.
   The Inner Circle had graduated to a larger table to hold all of us, so
all the couples were able to sit next to each other.  Toro brought it up
after we'd got most of our lunches down.
   "Guys, Janet and I have something to ask you about.  We had something
I'd consider pretty unusual happen last night while we were, ah..."
   "Watching the submarine races?" George offered.
   "Hiding the salami?"
   "Doing the horizontal mambo?"
   "Riding the two-back beast?"
   "Aussie kissing?" (French kissing, only Down Under.)
   Toro said, "Okay, okay.  You guys!  You're embarrassing my Moonlight. 
While it's true she has the most beautiful bust in Burbank..." He turned
his head and admired my chest; my nipples immediately popped up to full
alert while six male eyes watched them appreciatively, and my pussy drooled
even more.
   "...  and she's got a deep simmering pool of primal sexual energy
beneath her oh-so-innocent exterior...  anyway, *whatever* we were doing
last night is probably so old hat to you eighteen-year-old sex addicts it
would be like a quick peck on the cheek."
   It got a good laugh from them.  Bob rapped the table once and we quieted
down.  He said, "Let's clear the air on that one, Henry."
   "Just because we happen to be four years older than you two doesn't mean
diddly-squat.  We probably don't know much more than you two right now. 
Normally, I keep my lip zipped on this sort of stuff, but I think it's
important enough to make an exception this time."
   Something flickered between him and Natalie, who nodded agreement.
   "This has been Natalie's and my first and only relationship.  We've been
in a friendship relationship since September and have actually only had a
lover's relationship for...  this is our second *week.* We shared last
weekend together and taught each other a lot.  Intercourse four times. 
Sherry, what are you and George willing to tell us?"
   Something flickered between them, too.  Sherry told us quietly, "This
has been both George's and my first real relationship.  We've been a couple
since September, and we've done light to heavy petting both above and below
the waist and oral.  Intercourse several times."
   Bob said, "I guess the point we're trying to make is age seems to have
very little relationship to actual sexual experience.  If we keep only to
the mutually-consenting relationships, I've heard of or seen ages from nine
on up.  If someone wants advice on techniques, we're as book-learned as the
next guy, but we can't offer a lot based on our own personal experiences in
this area.
   "Now, Henry, I think you started to ask a question before George
interrupted...  By the way, George, what's that wonderful smell?"
   George and Sherry both sniffed and grinned.  Five sets of eyes focused
on me at once.  I suddenly realized they smelled me!  My pussy had been
juicing up at full production level for the last five minutes!
   Natalie muttered, "Wasn't there something about a 'simmering pool of
primal sexual energy'?"
   I grinned at them, pushed my (not ittie-bitties any more!) natural
wonders out and waved them around.  "Yep, it's me.  I'm sopping wet because
I'm sitting next to super-stud Toro, who does me sooo good!" I snuggled up
against him, batted my eyes and purred.
   Bob commented dryly, "In case there seems to be a misunderstanding,
Henry, the phrase 'cojones del toro' is figurative, not literal."
   We laughed then settled down.  Toro started again, "Okay, let's rephrase
the question.  Last night, Janet and I had something happen which neither
of us had experienced before.  This was during a 'period of intense
communication of an unspecified sexual nature.' What happened was we shared
some of our emotions and sensations.  When I'd touch her, I seemed to be
able to feel or sense what she sensed.
   "Then, just before I left, we seemed to merge with each other, as if we
were sharing pretty much everything we had, even down to and including our
souls.  Is this pure imagination, or is there some basis in reality?"
   This time I knew I felt stuff flickering around among the four of them,
so I put in my two cents worth, "Just now especially and a few times a
little earlier, I know there was something happening among you guys.  It
was like a little flicker of energy or something.  I know I wasn't dreaming
it up."
   Silence.  Bob looked at Toro and asked, "Toro, you have anything to
add?"
   He immediately said, "Yep.  The first time I admired Natalie yesterday,
she looked me over in an instant.  It felt as if she'd inspected my entire
personality with a glance.  Same with you, Bob, when you shook my hand. 
You two had 'stuff' going back and forth between you all the time.
   "Just now before you started telling us about your and Natalie's
in-experience, there was a zip-zip of something between you.  Nothing
physical I could see, not even a glance.
   "Same thing between George and Sherry.  It was like passing notes in
study hall; if you don't see it happen, you'd never know it was there, but
if you see it happen once, you start seeing it almost every time.
   "This last time, when I finished my question, all four of you guys got
as busy as the Post Office at Christmas time.  There was stuff flying back
and forth between all of you; postcards, packages, telegrams, FedEx, UPS,
the whole bit.  Are you telepaths or something?"
   More silence.  Bob grinned then laughed, which got the other three
going, too.  Bob pounded the table and said, "*Damn* we're good.  Natalie
you picked out these two and you got a couple of total *winners!* Damn, we
pick good!
   "The answer to your question, Henry, is yes, no, maybe and no comment.
When you two come to study at Natalie's tonight, we'll tell all and show
you all we know.
   "In the meantime, suffice it to say you two are simply amazing!  I've
been working on this stuff for years and these others for months now.  Then
you two waltz in and in one evening and 10 minutes of conversation, you're
pretty much up with us.  And totally on your own, too, with no idea of
what, why or how.  Totally amazing.  Moonlight, you're named right -- you
illuminate the world.  Toro, it's obvious you thought of something last
night, grabbed yourself by those bull's balls, charged in and came out with
the goods.  Good on ya both!  Winners, WINNERS, *WINNERS!*"
   ------
   HENRY (Wednesday 12/6)
   Janet and I finished the school day in a daze.  I know we took notes and
such in class because we studied them later, but neither of us remembered
being there.
   We'd been sure the four Seniors would be condescending when we hinted
about what we'd been doing last night because...  well, they're all so much
older and they're *Seniors.* When they'd poked fun about what we'd been
doing, I'd been certain they were setting us up for a major "kid stuff"
kind of hit.
   But they confessed they were almost as inexperienced as we were!  The
stuff they'd mentioned about petting and oral, Janet and I had already been
thinking about, at least.  The rest of the afternoon, we kept passing
impressions, sensations, made-up pictures and all other sorts of sexy
concepts back and forth between us.
   What the hell, Moonlight and I were two horny teenagers just getting
started on the interesting stuff between boys and girls, so it's no wonder
we just let our imaginations run wild.
   We kept getting _closer_ and _closer_ together until it started to come
apart in the next-to-last class of the day.
   Since we were _sharing_ sensations, I _felt_ her sweet nipples popped up
really hard and she _felt_ Little Henry trying to escape my pants so he
could join in on the fun.
   Looking at her was almost as good.  She had on a nice blouse with an
open sweater which she usually kept closed over her natural wonders.  Her
face was flushed a little bit, her eyes glowed and every few minutes she'd
break out into one of those blazingly-bright smiles.
   Every once in a while, when she knew I was watching her, she'd slowly
pull one side of the sweater off a breast so the nipple pushing through her
bra and blouse was out in plain view for everyone to see.  Then she'd
slowly take a deep breath which lifted everything up an inch or so and
pushed it out even harder.  She'd send me this _sensation_ she was pushing
it into my mouth (of course I gave her the _sensation_ I was kissing it or
licking it!), and Little Henry would go ape-shit and burp up a big blob of
pre-cum.
   Of course she knew what happened, because I'd send the sensation right
to her; she'd pant a few times and I'd _feel_ her pussy flutter -- plus
drool out a *lot* of wetness.  Then she'd casually pull the sweater closed
and play Miss Innocence for a while.
   I saw several guys flicking their eyes at her.  I _felt_ they were just
admiring her and were wondering how she'd gotten so sexy-looking all of a
sudden.
   I smelled her pheromones and scent spreading through the room.  Almost
every guy in there would squirm in their seats a little then casually reach
down to their crotches to do some adjusting.
   I guess it affected the girls, too, because I saw a lot of nipple-bumps
on blouses and most of them were squirming.  I could actually _feel_ them
getting turned on, even if they didn't know why.  Of course they
contributed to the pheromone and scent fog pervading the air.
   Our history teacher, Mr.  Hayes, was a young single guy and I could tell
even the first day I'd been there the girls thought he was pretty hot
stuff. That day he seemed a little nervous and when I _looked_ at him, I
got a couple of pictures of some of the girls giving him "casual"
panty-flashes -- very long ones with *big* wet spots in the middle of the
crotches!
   He naturally pulled a big boner of his own and kept trying to hide it.
It's a little difficult to do when you're standing at the whiteboard
writing stuff and are supposed to be teaching.  We saw a lot of his back
for the last part of the period with him talking over his shoulder.
   Finally the class was over and all the guys walked out with something
over their crotches, while the girls all had their chests covered.
   When we got outside the door, I took a few deep "cleansing" breaths,
motioned for Janet to wait and eased back inside.  The place smelled so
much of soaking-wet pussy it was like a physical blow when I came in.  I
grabbed my bull's balls and said, "Mr.  Hayes, great lesson; we were
inspired.  May I suggest you check if the chemistry lab is leaking fumes or
something?  There's a bit of an odor in here -- if you go outside for a few
seconds then come back in, you'll see what I mean."
   Both Janet and I had to pee -- we _felt_ each other's bladder pressure
-- so we ducked into our bathrooms.  I found a stall and tried to think of
the most disgusting things I could to make Little Henry go down enough so I
could take a leak; the smell of the city dump cooking in the humid hot
summer, the squashed dead cat covered with maggots -- you know.
   Just as I'd finished shaking the last drop off, I _felt_ Janet peeing.
She was holding her labia open with a couple of fingers and was pumping out
the last few squirts.  I _felt_ both her fingers and her pussy and it got
fed back to her so she knew I _felt_ it.
   She patted her pussy with TP -- I _felt_ it.  She told me, _"I gotta do
this, Toro."_ She held her labia open, reached down, grabbed a big glob of
pussy juice out of her vagina and mashed her clitty with it!  Little Henry
popped up to carbon-steel hard in a heartbeat; I grabbed him and hammered
away.
   We _felt_ both of us -- the sensations echoed back and forth and kept
reinforcing each other.
   So there we were, two fourteen-year-old kids _sharing_ a
mutual-masturbation session in the girl's and the boy's bathrooms -- Janet
in her bathroom sitting on the toilet with her panties around an ankle, her
heels on the toilet seat, her knees spread open so far her thighs were
straight out to the sides, rubbing her clitty as fast as she could with one
hand and squeezing her breasts and nipples as hard as she could with the
other -- and me in my bathroom with one hand against the wall pounding
Little Henry as hard and as fast as I could with the other!
   We went maybe ten seconds then Janet stuffed two stiff fingers into her
glory hole and we started coming.
   We _felt_ her vagina clamp down on her fingers so hard she couldn't move
them.  We _felt_ my muscles pump out a huge spurt of cum through my penis
with a hammer-stroke.  We _felt_ every muscle in both our bodies lock up in
a spasm.  We couldn't make any noise -- we couldn't breath, but we
_screamed_ with our minds.
   We _felt_ everything relax for a few seconds then we clenched up again,
again and again.  Things slowed down for a few seconds then Janet stroked
her fingers in and out a couple times and pinched her clit really hard.
   Another orgasm blasted out its contractions!  Over and over, each one
more intense than the last though it didn't seem possible.  Each one seemed
to expand outwards further and further.  On and on until everything went
through white and faded out to darkness.
   Next thing I knew I was sitting up against the wall next to the sinks. I
could barely think or see anything, but I did see Bob washing his hands. 
The bathroom was full of boys grabbing TP and paper towels and
surreptitiously trying to stick them down their pants.
   I could still _feel_ Janet entirely; Natalie was pulling up her pants in
the girl's bathroom.  She picked Janet up, slung her over her shoulder and
came out into the hallway.
   Bob reached down and lifted me off the floor with one hand like I was a
little kitten -- and I had the strength of one.  He carried me into the
hallway and met Natalie with Janet.
   It _felt_ as if Janet and I were spiraling up again.  Our _shared_
sensations were getting stronger and stronger every second.
   Bob told us, _"Okay, guys.  Grab onto the bull's balls and listen up. 
The sound system is at full volume and is feeding back through the
microphone._
   _"Both of you -- imagine the big volume control knob set at maximum. 
Start turning it down, bit by bit._
   _"Turn it down.  It's getting quieter and quieter.  Keep turning it
down. Now it's at the lowest level._
   _"Reach out and turn the entire system off.  Turn it *off.*"_
   God what a relief!  I still felt like hammered shit baked in the sun for
five days, but at least it was finally _quiet._
   Bob and Natalie eased us down on the floor, but neither Janet nor I had
any control over anything.  The term "rag dolls" fit us precisely.
   Bob told us, _"Good work, guys, you're doing just fine."_
   Janet was sitting there limp as a wet tissue.  Her face was totally
white, and all we could do was look at each other.
   With what strength I had, I looked around.  The hallway was full of
students and teachers, every one of them looking totally embarrassed, and
no one was looking at one another.  There was a line outside each bathroom
stretching around the corner.
   Everyone was holding something over their crotch.  From the back, I saw
several girls with huge wet spots on their pants or skirts, like they'd
peed themselves.
   Bob and Natalie looked around.  I noticed they had big wet spots on
their crotches, too.  Bob said, _"Okay, guys.  Give me a quickie on what
went on just now."_
   Janet and I looked at each other.  We didn't have the strength to feel
embarrassed.  We managed to _connect_ at a very low volume, get together a
summary of what had happened -- including the mutual masturbation --
compress it down to a half-second communication and send it off to them.
   Bob and Natalie seemed in awe.  They just shook their heads and sighed a
little.
   Bob looked around and said, "Looks as if no one gives a rat's ass
whether or not there's a last-period class.  We're all going truant.  Let's
get you guys home; where are your books and stuff?"
   We'd both left them in the bathrooms when we'd collapsed in the stalls.
Bob went over to the boy's room and eased his way in.  He came out a few
seconds later carrying my backpack.
   Natalie went to the girl's room.  She, too, eased her way in without
anyone so much as twitching an eyebrow in protest.  She came out with
Janet's stuff.
   Bob squatted down in front of us.  "Latch on to me."
   We each put our arms around his neck.  He put an arm underneath each of
our butts, stood up and held us.  Janet and I are small but he was holding
at least 225 pounds of us as easily as we carried a sandwich in a bag.
   "Let's get you home."
   ------
   STEVEN ADAMS
   Christ, what a sensation!  It seemed to hit everyone at once like a
thousand-foot tidal wave of sexual sensation and joy.  I pumped load after
load of cum into my pants so hard I could tell then I'd be aching for
*long* time.
   I got embarrassed but realized every guy around me in the hallway had
done the same.  It had hit every girl I could see, too!
   They were screaming and moaning, grabbing their crotches and squeezing
their breasts!  Several were down on their knees with their heads thrown
back wailing out their pleasure, and a couple were down thrashing on the
floor with their butts bouncing off the floor screaming their heads off.
   And pussy juice all over!  I hadn't really known what it smelled like
before, but now everyone knew!  Every girl's crotch was soaked with it, and
most of them had their hands covered with it.  Girls with skirts had it
running down their legs -- and it smelled wonderful.
   Little Steven decided he *really* like the smell so he started up again
and pumped several times even after the well was dry.  Oh Christ, what a
rush!
   I remembered Janet was here too, somewhere!  She'd probably be
embarrassed as hell and might have gotten hurt if she'd fallen or if
someone had accidentally knocked her down.
   I knew where her classroom was, so I shoved through the crowd of
students as fast as I could towards it.  It was on the other side of the
school, so it took me at least five frantic minutes of pushing and shoving.
   I got to her classroom -- she wasn't in there!  I looked around
frantically then spotted her familiar head of golden hair rising into the
air.  Someone was picking her up!  Was she hurt?
   I dashed over as fast as I could.  A guy was holding her up like a baby
with her head over his shoulder and Toro was on the other side!  "Janet! 
Are you okay?"
   Her eyes flickered open briefly.  She moaned, "Big Brother.  I'm alive
-- I think."
   The guy turned around slowly.  It was Bob Reynolds, and I was never so
glad to see someone before in my life!  Natalie Shanahan was there with
them.
   He seemed to inspect me inside and out with a single glance then said,
"Hi, Steven.  I think they'll both be all right by this evening or
tomorrow. They both had what I'd call an acute psychic overload and are
pretty wiped out right now.  Nothing physically wrong, but they don't have
much control.  We're going to get them home."
   I asked, "How can I help?"
   Bob grinned appreciatively at me then Natalie said, "It would really be
nice if there was a big strong stud around who would offer to carry their
stuff.  Poor little me just can't handle it all."
   Little, hell!  She topped me by several inches.  It was a way I could
help so I gallantly offered to reduce her burden as much as I could.
   Between four of sets of school stuff I had a pretty good load.  It
wasn't really heavy but was awkward.
   Bob said, "We're going to dump the last period.  No one around here is
in any condition to take roll call or even give a crap about it."
   We stopped by their lockers and dumped their stuff.  Less for me to
carry, even if I'm a "big strong stud."
   We just walked out the school door.  A couple of the security guards --
wobbling around like everyone else with big wet spots on the front of their
pants -- looked as if they might give us a hassle.  Bob's and Natalie's
heads swiveled at them at the same time and they said, "Don't give us any
shit!" Or did I actually *hear* them say it?
   Bob took off at a good pace -- the kids probably had well over 200
pounds between them, but he walked as if it were the most natural thing in
the world to be carrying them.
   Natalie's pants were wet half-way to her knees, around to her hips and
almost to her waist.  She saw me glance at her crotch and she laughed.  "If
I could bottle and sell the stuff, I'd be wealthy.  My pussy always floods
and with this little 'event', it went on triple overtime."
   Her nipples popped up under her blouse.  Little Steven took immediate
notice and woke up again.  Oh, shit, just what I need!  The two senior
members of the Inner Circle and I'm popping a boner in front of the lady.
   Natalie looked directly at my crotch and smiled widely.  "Steven!  You
stud!  Fifteen minutes after a come like that, and you're getting ready for
more?  Wow, I bet your girl friend is a totally happy camper!"
   I had to laugh, too.  She'd taken a potentially very embarrassing moment
and turned it into a very nice compliment.
   I put on a mock-strut and pretended to boast a little, "Shucks, ma'am, I
always keep havin' to beat off -- the girls, that is."
   It got a laugh from both Bob and Natalie.  Neither Janet nor Toro had
said anything since we'd started, they were both wet rags.  They did have a
death-grip on each other's hands, though.
   I told them, "Seriously though, I don't have a girlfriend at all."
   I felt a little something flicker between them then Natalie laughed and
told me, "We'll have to work on getting you fixed up, Steven Stud!"
   Bob went right to our complex without asking any directions.  I unlocked
the front door and we carried everything to our apartment -- again, no
questions on directions.  When had he been here before?
   I dropped our stuff in the living room and followed Bob and Natalie
through Janet's bedroom into our shared bathroom.  Bob gave Janet a little
squeeze and peck on the cheek then held her out to me.  He told Janet, "Big
Brother and Natalie will take care of you from here, Moonlight."
   She whispered, "Thanks, Bob.  Sorry to be so much trouble."
   He replied, "Not to worry...  yet.  I'll take Toro home now."
   I took Janet -- all 100-some pounds of her and Bob was holding her on
one arm like she was 5 pounds.  Natalie dropped the toilet seat lid and
motioned me to put her down there.
   Bob gave Natalie a quick kiss.  "See, you later, Sunshine."
   "My Sorcerer."
   Bob left with Toro, probably over to his apartment.  Natalie got right
down to business.  "Steven, both Janet and I need your help right now.  We
need to get her cleaned up and into bed so she can rest.
   "We're all going to get bare and take a quick shower; I don't have the
strength to handle Janet myself, so I'm asking you to pitch in.  Is that
all right?"
   I hesitated.  Get naked and in the shower with these two?
   Natalie seemed to understand exactly what I was thinking.  "Consider us
like the girls on DOMAI.com -- *nude*, not naked."
   It helped.  So, what else is a guy to do?  I agreed.
   "You strip down and get a quick shower while I start on us," she told
me.
   I started the shower and peeled off my clothes, facing away from them.
Little Steven kept trying to look around, but I kept thinking, "*Nude.*
Nude, not naked."
   When I turned around slowly, Natalie had gotten off her shoes and socks
and had her blouse unbuttoned all the way.  She was holding Janet up with
one hand and was working on her shoes.
   Janet was a little more with it but not much.  She managed to smirk at
me a little and huffed out, "Big Brother's packing some heat."
   Natalie turned her head and looked right at me with no apparent
embarrassment.  She gave me a quick look up and down and seemed to inspect
my entire soul in a single glance.
   "Yep.  Steven Stud.  No doubt about it.  Shower then help me."
   I ducked in and washed just enough to get the cum off my crotch.  It was
spread *all* over.
   When I got out, Natalie flipped me a towel.  "Hands, arms and chest --
you're going back in."
   She'd gotten Janet's shoes and socks off but was having a *lot* of
trouble keeping Janet from sliding off the toilet with just one hand.  Both
she and Janet were giggling about it.
   I said, "You know, it *is* funny.  I've never seen a real nude or naked
lady before but here I am, nude myself, getting ready to help the two most
gorgeous girls in school get *their* clothes off and take a shower with
them -- and all I'm really concerned about is if Janet is going to fall off
that damned toilet seat."
   Natalie and I both laughed hard, and Janet managed a big grin and a few
huffs of laughter.
   Natalie told me, "Steven, you're my second nude guy so I guess we're
pretty even.  How about you, Janet?"
   Janet managed to get out, "I saw his butt last year."
   We laughed some more and suddenly there wasn't any more tension among
us.
   "I'll hold her up, Steven and you get her clothes."
   Janet grinned weakly, "Give you some practice for your girl friend."
   "Okay." Something said to me, _"Look at anything and everything on both
of them all you want -- and *admire."*_
   I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her arms while Natalie
steadied her.  Her cleavage in a skimpy little bra was quite nice.  I
reached around behind her to undo her bra and kept fumbling around.  Both
girls grinned and muttered, "Practice...  practice."
   I finally got it open, peeled it off her arms and tossed it towards the
clothes hamper.  Then I openly looked and *admired*.
   Her breasts were delightful, just the perfect size and shape on her
slender body.  The hardening nipples turned up a little bit at the end and
waved in little arcs as she breathed.
   I breathed out in awe, "Jeez, you said *I* was packing some heat! 
You've *got* to have the hottest chest in school, Sis!"
   Janet smiled widely -- the first real smile I'd seen since we'd been at
school -- "Thanks, Bro.  Toro says I've got the best bust in Burbank, but I
think he's biased."
   I told her, "With good reason," admiring them a little more.
   Natalie said, "Okay, Steven, you stand her up while I get her pants
off."
   I got her standing by picking her up under her arms and steadying her.
She tried to stand by herself but her knees kept buckling.  Natalie told
me, "Hug her and pick her."
   Janet grinned at me and arched her back a little, which shoved those
sweet mounds right up at me.  Natalie smacked her hip a little and said,
"Don't tease your brother...  too much."
   "Steven, boobs compress and don't mind it under the right circumstances.
Give her a hug and pick her off the floor."
   So I did.  I pulled her up against my chest and picked.  Yes, they did
compress quite nicely, but no one had mentioned the hard nipples on the
ends -- they didn't compress at all.
   Natalie worked Janet's pants and underwear off with several tugs.  I
think Janet took advantage of the motions and kept wiggling her chest
against me.  Little Steven kept trying to wake up, and I kept trying to
smack him down.
   Janet gave a big sigh and cooed, "I could get used to this."
   Natalie told her, "Cock-teaser!  Steven, it'll probably be easier to
hold her now if you grab her by the butt."
   So I got a couple handfuls of firm Janet-butt and held her up -- it was
probably easier on her too, since I wasn't compressing her chest.
   I admired her butt in my thoughts and told her, "Like I told you
yesterday, you've got some delightful ass back there." She giggled and
tried to wiggle it.
   Natalie finally got the pants off then she stripped off the rest of her
clothes.  "Just hold her there for a little longer then we'll get her in
the shower."
   I said, "Uh, there's no hurry.  No hurry at all."
   They both giggled and Natalie took off her bra.  She had beautiful white
skin *all* over, with freckles running down onto a pair of delicious
breasts; I could see several light-blue veins running underneath the skin
which made them seem even more alive.  I gave them a *lot* of admiration
then bent down and whispered loudly in Janet's ear, "I'm not sure how to
tell you this Sis, but you just got some competition for the best bust in
Burbank."
   They both laughed, causing some wonderful feelings against my chest and
some wonderful vibrations on Natalie's chest.  Her nipples popped up hard
-- maybe because it was a bit chilly?
   She glanced down at them, grinned and looked me in the eye.  "No,
Steven, it's not cold.  These are my stud-sensors and right now they're
telling me they've found some really hot stuff."
   Janet mumbled, "Big Brother is hot stuff.  We need to find a girl for
him, Nat."
   Natalie told her, "All in good time, Moonlight.  Let's get this done
first -- we don't want to send him out the way he is now; he'll cause
another orgasm epidemic!"
   Natalie got her pants off, slid down her panties and kicked them off. 
She had a neat black racing strip of pubic hair, and I could see just the
beginning of her pussy.  I admired a lot more.
   Natalie laughed again, spread her legs, cupped her hand over her pussy
and stroked up.  She held her hand out with the palm up and showed me a big
puddle in the middle.
   "That's no leftover, stud; I've produced it since we got in here.  Now
if you look, you'll notice Janet's leaking pretty good, too."
   Sure enough, I felt moisture on my hands from her pussy, and when I
looked down, there was a little puddle of pussy juice on the floor.
   I took a big sniff through my nose.  Definitely a familiar smell by now.
I told them, "Better than baking bread."
   "Shower.  Hold her with her back to the spray."
   I maneuvered Janet into the shower.  Natalie pulled the sprayer head
down and rinsed off her back.  She told us, "This is just a quickie." There
wasn't enough room for three of us, so Natalie had to stay outside and
reach in.
   She rinsed on downwards.  "Spread your legs if you can, Janet." She
could, a little.
   "Spread her butt apart, Steven." I did and Janet got a thorough rinse
from the top of her crack to between her legs.
   "Now the interesting part; turn her around." Both of us worked on
holding Janet up and turning her.  She was slippery and under other
circumstances it would have been a lot of fun, but we were concerned about
dropping her.
   She did slip downwards once, and I got a double-handful of one
competitor for the best bust in Burbank -- I had to reach down and grab her
between the legs to hold her up.
   Her pubic hair was as fine and as smooth as silk, but I shifted my grip
elsewhere.  Janet tipped her head back, looked at me and whispered,
"Purrrrr."
   Natalie rinsed her entire front and her pussy.  She looked Janet in the
eye and told her, "I'm sticking a finger up a couple times if it's okay."
   Janet muttered, "No problem.  Tampons go in and out." She was fading
away more every second.
   Natalie worked briskly on Janet's pussy for a few seconds, sprayed
everything then cut the water off.
   Janet had completely drooped; even a wet rag had more stiffness.  We
brought towels in and between drying and grabbing different body parts,
managed to get a good enough grip on her to get her out of the shower and
on the bathroom floor rug.
   We started drying her off.  I didn't worry about what I was drying at
the particular moment but at the same time admired everything.
   We got her front dried and enough of her shoulders to sit her up, dried
her back and the back of her legs.  Natalie had me pick her up with my arms
beneath her knees and her shoulders.  She dried Janet's butt and the rest
of her back then went around and dried me off a bit, too.
   I felt her breasts, nipples and mound press against me a few times, but
I just kept on admiring, so we didn't have any issues.
   "Bed."
   I carried Janet into her bedroom while Natalie skipped ahead, drying
herself off a little.  She pulled down the covers, fluffed up a pillow, and
I laid Janet down.
   We pulled the sheet up over her.  Natalie talked to her as she lay
sleeping, "Moonlight, when you show the world what joy there can be, you
don't fuck around with the little crap -- you and the Cojones del Toro go
for the Gold.  You two are in-fuckin'-credible.
   She told me, "Could you set the alarm for about 5:30?  She and Toro are
due my house at 7:00; Toro will come by for her.  I'm going to get a quick
rinse and get dressed."
   She headed back to the bathroom while I set Janet's alarm.  I heard the
shower go on for a minute then cut off.  I admit it; I was hoping to catch
Natalie while she was drying off.  So, after I gave Janet's sheet a final
tuck, I headed back to the bathroom.
   Yep, she was there drying off.  She grinned at me as if she knew exactly
what I'd been thinking then flipped me a dry towel.
   She talked while we finished getting dry.  "Steven, you've been a
perfect gentleman under very trying conditions.  Girls usually don't mind
at all when a man *admires* them for their beauty -- but we become very
irritated when they undress us with their eyes and keep thinking how they
want to maul our tits and stick their dicks in our cunts.
   "Since we may never see each other like this again, let's each get a
good look."
   She dropped her towel, held her hands out from her hips a little and
slowly turned around in a circle.
   She was beautiful all over and I admired, admired, admired.
   She told me, "My turn to look -- you turn around."
   I did the same and by the time I was facing her again, she was laughing
and fanning her nipples, telling them, "Down girls!  Down!  Play-time's
over."
   She eyed my hips.  "Got some sweats or something I could borrow?"
   Turned out I did.  They were a little snug on her but went on okay; they
modeled her lovely heart-shaped butt to perfection.  Admire, admire,
admire. She put her blouse on ("Fuck the bra!") and slipped on her shoes.
   She walked over to me (I'm still sans apparel) and gave me a firm hug
and a kiss on the cheek.  "You *are* good, Steven.  Get together with Bob
and me tomorrow, and we'll see if we can fix you up.  And don't worry what
Bob thinks about what we were just doing -- he already knows and he's
totally cool."
   Another quick peck and she was gone.
   What does a super-stud do in this case?  He goes to bed and sleeps.
   Chapter 27
   PATRICK DERMAN (Wednesday 12/7)
   Joy and sexual fulfillment roared over me in a towering wave of
sensation.  I screamed as my dick went steel-hard in a heartbeat and pumped
out cum like a fire hose.
   I turned towards Valerie, and she was falling out of her desk!  Her back
was arched so far it was only a couple inches from the floor; she was
screaming too, with her eyes closed and her head thrown back.  She had one
hand buried between her legs and the other squeezing one of her breasts so
hard it was white.
   I grabbed her before she hit the floor and kept her head from banging on
anything.  As I held her crossways in my arms, we screamed together and
both our muscles locked up at the same time.
   Wave after wave of sexual joy and happiness rolled through us.  Valerie
yanked her skirt up, tore open her pantie crotch and grabbed my hand.
   "PUT YOUR FINGERS IN ME, PAT!" she screamed in my ear.  I stiffed my two
middle fingers; she grabbed my whole hand and shoved them right into her
pussy!
   She was soaking wet, but they had trouble going in for a second.  We
shoved really hard and they slipped in all the way.  She grabbed her breast
with her other hand, squeezed and humped her hips against my hand and
fingers while she screamed and pushed on my hand with hers.
   We came and screamed together for a *long* time!  I'd been pumped dry
within the first minute, but it still was rock-hard and I convulsed right
along with her.
   Finally it stopped.  Val went limp in my arms and I looked around.
   Almost every desk in the room was turned over and every kid was looking
a mess!  Some of the girls had torn their blouses open and there were a lot
of bra-covered and bare breasts sticking out as well as lots of bare
pussies!
   The guys didn't look much better; every one (and me too, when I looked)
had a huge wet spot on the front of their pants.  There was a lot of
moaning, shrieking and panting going on!
   I pulled my hand out of Valerie's pussy and it was bloody!  Shit! 
Valerie had told me she had a maidenhead, so at least I had some idea what
it was.
   The important thing right then was to get Val the hell out of there.  I
wiped my hand on my pants, scrabbled around for our notebooks and stuffed
them in the back of my pants (they were those small steno kind and I'd
carried them there before.)
   Puberty had hit Val and me at the same time in May.  We'd spent the
summer moaning and groaning to each other, falling down and knocking each
other down.  We'd both shot up at least six inches, and I'd put on a lot of
size and muscle on my chest and shoulders.
   I was really glad of my new strength because once I had the notebooks
stuffed away I was easily able to stand up with Val in my arms and stagger
out of the room.
   I'd been having a decent physical-coordination week so far and it was a
damn good thing because Val was a dead weight (probably 150 pounds), and my
legs were pretty weak.  I staggered down the hall and out the side school
door, headed for home.
   The middle school was only a block and a half from our complex, but it
was another miracle I made it.  Every couple minutes, Val convulsed,
shrieked and shook so hard I could barely hold on to her.  And every time,
my dick popped up again and tried to squirt what wasn't there any more to
squirt.
   We'd left our backpacks in our lockers before class, but I still had my
apartment keys.  I had to stop a few seconds at the bottom of the entrance
steps to fish them out but managed to do so without dropping her.
   I got us up to her apartment which is right next door to mine.  We'd had
keys to each other's places for over a year now since we study together and
were back and forth so much.  That was a goodness!  I managed to carry her
into her bathroom before my legs gave out and I laid her on the floor.
   ------
   HENRY
   Bob carried us as easily as babies as they walked the four blocks to our
complex while Natalie and Steven carried backpacks.  I grabbed Janet's hand
behind him, and we clung to each other as they walked.  Steven got the
front door open, and we marched in.
   Bob didn't even ask which place was Janet's -- he just seemed to know.
Steven unlocked their door, and Bob carried us in to Janet's bathroom. 
Natalie put down the lid on the toilet, and Bob handed Janet over to Steven
as easily as a feather drifting down.  "She's all yours," he told them and
gave Natalie a quick kiss.
   He grabbed my backpack and took me over to my place.  He fished out my
keys and unlocked the door -- with the right key the first time.
   He walked straight to my bathroom and eased me down onto the toilet
seat. He started the shower and stripped us both down.
   I still could barely control even my eyelids.  He carried me into the
shower and gave us both a quick soap and rinse all over except for our
hair. He carried me out, turned off the shower and patted us dry.
   He carried me to my bed, tucked me under the covers like a favorite son
then stood and grinned at me.  He gave me a little punch on the shoulder.
"Warrior-Heart, you sure don't hold *anything* back when you go for it. 
Remember, 7:00 at Natalie's.  Come -- no, it's not the correct word right
now -- make sure Janet is with you."
   He grinned again at me, shook his head and was gone.  I fell asleep in
an instant.
   ------
   VALERIE HESS
   I don't know what the fuck happened, but it was wonderful!  I knew Pat
was there; the next thing I knew was he was holding me in his arms.  I
grabbed his hand and shoved a couple of his fingers up my twat while I
screamed out to everyone how GOOD I was feeling.
   I woke up a couple times and since Pat was carrying me I wasn't worried
at all.  I remember having a couple more wonderful orgasms then feeling Pat
put me down on a floor on a nice fluffy rug.
   I pried my eyes open and looked around.  We were in my bathroom at home!
Pat was looking at me really concerned and helped me sit up.  I looked down
and fuck, what a mess!
   My shirt was wet, my skirt was crumpled and I could see red on my legs.
When I pulled the hem of my skirt up, I was wet and red from my waist to my
knees.  Pat told me softly, "I'll get a washcloth."
   I managed to get out, "No.  Shower," and sagged back down again.  Hell,
he was my study-buddy, soon-to-be lover and best friend; he'll take care of
me.
   I kept going in and out of sleep.  I felt Pat fumbling around with my
bra and giggled at him, "You need practice, guy."
   I wasn't concerned at all about him seeing me.  Shit, I'd been flashing
my new boobs at him the whole summer.  At least every couple weeks, I'd
manage somehow to give him a good shot.  I'd flash, he'd blush just a
little, grin appreciatively and pretend to leer.  After the third time,
he'd stopped blushing and pretending.
   I did jump a little when he got me in the tub (we have a tub-shower
combo with a shower-head-on-a-hose) because it was chilly.  Pat sprayed me
down, and I tried to help by opening my legs as wide as I could.  He got
the hint, because he sprayed me there really good and used a little soap.
   Beyond that, I don't remember.  I woke up later and found myself in my
bed.
   ------
   JANET
   Fuck!  I haven't any idea what happened except there was so much
pressure built up inside me I had to relieve it.  When Toro and I came
together, I _SCREAMED_ to the world how much pleasure we were feeling.  I
felt everything convulse and lock up and I _SCREAMED_ again.  We'd come
down a little then lock up again and again.  I kept _SCREAMING_ my love for
my Toro and my joy out to whoever could hear it until finally I faded
through white into blackness.
   When I woke up, I still _felt_ Toro with me.  I felt Natalie pull my
pants up; she picked me up and carried me.  I vaguely saw the bathroom full
of girls trying to ignore each other.
   I felt our sensations start to spiral up again; when Bob told us how to
turn down the volume, they faded out into blissful quiet.
   Toro and I _connected_ briefly when we _told_ Bob and Natalie what had
happened.  Big Brother showed up and they were all talking.  The next thing
I remember was Bob carrying us like little babies while Toro held my hand
and _told_ me I was safe and protected.
   In my bathroom (don't tell me how I got there; I don't give a shit), Big
Brother and Natalie got my clothes off and me into the shower.
   Big Brother had no clothes on -- he *is* a stud.  I remember drooping,
sliding and gentle hands grabbing me all over trying to keep me up.  They
faded away and I went to sleep.
   When I finally woke up to the god-damned alarm clock, about all I knew
was I was barely alive.  I pulled on a blouse, a skirt and some shoes. 
Fuck the bra!  Fuck the panties!  Fuck the make up!  Fuck the hair!  Too
much work.
   I wobbled out to the kitchen.  I could barely read the note Mom left
saying she'd be out with Blake until late (decorated with several
happy-faces).  I managed to stuff some sort of food in my mouth then
collapsed on the floor by the front door until my Toro came along.
   He didn't seem to be in much better condition than I was except he could
stand up for a few more minutes without his knees giving way.  He helped me
up, snuggled me as best he could and told me, "You are my Moonlight, my
reason for living." He kissed me with total love and all felt right with
the world -- except my god-damned legs wouldn't hold me up!
   We "walked" to Natalie's house.  Fuck the books!  Be happy we at least
showed up!  If someone had been watching us, I'm sure they'd think were
drunk or stoned.  We staggered along a few steps, wobbled around and
lurched down the sidewalk like we'd collapse any second.
   Fortunately, we were only two blocks from Natalie's -- I'd swear it took
us a half hour to get there.  Look up "Drunkards Walk" on the Internet, and
you'll have some idea how we got there.
   Natalie answered the door.  She appeared as solemn as a judge getting
ready to pronounce the death-by-extreme-torture sentence.
   She looked at us then pointed to a love seat.  "Sit."
   We staggered over and collapsed.  Toro held me close, nuzzled my neck
and told me he'd love me until the last star in the last universe died its
ultimate black death.
   Natalie handed a hairbrush to Toro.  "Do it." She left us alone.
   Toro brushed my hair out with long, loving strokes.  He kissed me with
every stroke and told me he'd never leave me, he'd hold me and protect me
against anyone who would dare cast their eyes on me with anger or hatred.
We cried tears of joy because we had each other and tears of sadness
because our new-found friends would cast us out into the darkness.
   Natalie came back.  "Come."
   She led us to another room where George, Sherry and Bob were sitting
solemnly around a large table.
   "Sit." Two chairs, side by side where everyone could see us.  We sat.
   Two adults came in.  Bob said, "Don Matthews.  Ana Matthews.  Natalie's
parents and hosts of the Inner Circle.  We meet in judgment; Mr.  Don
Matthews, presiding."
   Toro and I sat with our hands locked together and our tears streaming
down our faces.
   After a long moment, Mr.  Matthews leaned forward and stared at us.  "At
2:06 this afternoon, there was a massive terrorist attack in Burbank."
He glared at us.  "Every bi-sexual organism in a six-block radius around
McCambridge High School underwent a massive psychic event."
   Dead silence.
   "Classes were cancelled." Another silence.
   "Traffic stopped."
   "Nuns fainted."
   "Women screamed."
   "Maidenheads capitulated catastrophically."
   "Priests dervished."
   "Dogs howled."
   "Cats yowled."
   "Burbank Police Headquarters was immobilized."
   "Every bi-sexual being within a six-block radius had two massive
orgasms."
   Long pause.
   "And I have it on good authority..."
   "It was *you two*..."
   "Who were behind it all."
   Very long silence.  I was about to piss and shit my pants -- except I
didn't have any on.  What's the opposite of nipples perked up?  Whatever it
was, I had them.
   "You two..."
   Extremely long wait...
   "Are God-damned..."
   "un-fucking...
   "believable."
   Very long silence.  George twisted in his chair.  His face twisted and
turned red.  He held his breath and convulsed.
   Sherry hit him hard.  "YOU FUCK!  WE HAD ANOTHER FIVE MINUTES PLANNED!"
   George brayed out a long loud laugh and banged his head on the table. 
Sherry kept hitting him.  "Asshole!  You're cut off for life!  NO SEX FOR
YOU, FUCKWAD!
   Natalie belly-laughed.  Mrs.  Matthews turned bright red and had a
seizure.  Mr.  Matthews had a heart attack and slid off his chair under the
table.
   Sherry finally broke up, too.  She gave out a loud belly laugh and
buried her head in her arms.
   Bob held out the longest.  "For shame!  Such levity on the solemn
occasion of hearing evidence of wrongdoing against the accused.  For shame!
   "Fucking spoilsports!  We had them almost ready to throw up, and you
guys screwed the pooch!"
   His mouth twitched too then he laughed louder than anyone, stood up and
slowly banged his head against the door frame.
   Praise be to Mary and Joseph and every other friggin' saint listed in
any book in any religion!  Maybe they *weren't* going to burn us at the
stake very slowly, spit, piss and shit on our ashes and throw them into an
abandoned cesspool to rot in corruption until the world ended!
   Everyone hugged us and laughed so hard they were crying.
   Things quieted down a little bit then Natalie said, "I recall something
about a 'simmering pool of primal sexual energy'.  Maybe I remembered it
wrong.  Perhaps it was an 'ocean'!"
   They laughed again; they hugged us and kissed us and bid us welcome!
   After things calmed down a little bit, Mrs.  Matthews cleared her throat
loudly.  She got everyone's attention with a stern, disdainful look.
   "I resent the implication I'm part of the common crowd," she orated with
her nose in the air.  "I had a very nice, lady-like orgasm."
   "I only broke three windows with my screaming and I had to wash the
kitchen floor because my pussy juice was all over it!"
   Bob howled, "Ana, you're not performing properly.  I would have expected
you at least to flood the hallway, too!"
   It set off another round of belly-laughs, wet underwear and sore stomach
muscles.
   Everyone hugged Toro and me and told us, "Welcome to our group.  Welcome
to life!"
   Everyone finally settled down enough to talk coherently.  Mrs.  Matthews
("My friends -- like you -- call me Ana") and Natalie hustled around and
brought everyone who wanted it something to drink.  Mr.  Matthews ("Call me
Don -- Bob's the real 'Don'") sat and smiled.
   Bob called us to order.  "Janet, Henry, what Don said was actually
correct.  Nuns did faint and virgins did fornicate on the grass.  You two,
by total accident, managed to unleash what is probably going to be the most
investigated -- and most puzzling -- psychic event in modern history.
   "What happened between you two was 'simply' positive feedback like the
microphone and sound system analogy I told you about.  The rest of it --
I'm afraid you're going to have to live with the fact that one or both of
you have a very strong mental ability."
   Toro asked, "So what are they going to do to us?  You think they'll
suspend us?"
   Dan laughed and held his stomach.  "For what?  We eight people know how
it happened and probably no one else does.  What evidence does anyone have
pointing to either of you?
   "About the only 'charges' I can see anyone coming up with might be
'creating a disturbance' and could be defended on the simple ground of
'accident.'
   "If someone slipped in the hallway, fell against the fire alarm and set
it off, it would be investigated -- and that would be pretty much it, an
accident with no malicious intent whatsoever.
   "There are no rules against getting an entire classroom horny.  You were
both properly dressed and Janet was much more circumspect than some of the
cock-teasers I've seen.
   "There are rules about no smoking in the school or bathrooms but no
specific ones against masturbating in them.  Besides, neither of you
announced who you were or where you were.
   "I was there, too -- by the way, I teach Chemistry and Physics -- and
from my experience, it was a sudden tidal wave of joy and sexual energy. 
No direction, no identity."
   Natalie said, "Bob, George, Sherry and I knew it was you because
everyone has a mental 'voice' as distinctive as their speaking voice --
it's why we showed up.  Since we knew what had happened, we didn't worry or
wonder -- we just 'went with the flow' and had a great time.  I took
advantage of it and went total Meg Ryan on the floor."
   Ana spoke up, "I don't care if you two *are* only fourteen.  I'm
inviting you to our next orgy!"
   We realized she was joking when everyone asked when it was, were they
invited too, could they bring a friend and stuff like that.
   ------
   HENRY
   What a relief!  Don was right I guess, no evidence, no witnesses, nada.
Just our little group.
   Bob told us about _touching_ someone else and how focused attention and
pure intention were the controlling factors.  He said we'd be *remembering*
how.  We were telempaths with both the traditional "telepathy" and
"empathy" in both directions.
   "As an estimate, we 'ordinary' folk here are running at about four
watts, like a cheap car radio.  One or the other or both of you together
were putting out something like a couple megawatts.  You'll just have to
practice your control like we did."
   Janet asked, "Do we control or force stuff on someone else?  I'd hate to
think of dancing or something and have everyone around start Riverdancing."
   George put in, "I suppose it's possible.  We can all project or
originate emotions, sensations, pictures, concepts, thoughts and such. 
We'll just have to experiment -- on willing subjects, mind you.
   "In public, we mainly use it as a private communications system.  In
private, we normally use it to _share_ ourselves with the ones we love."
   Natalie said, "He and Sherry do a *lot* of Aussie kissing."
   Sherry promptly smacked George.  "I told you already!  You're cut off
for life so get your mental tongue out of my twat!"
   It was good for another long round of laughter.
   For the next hour, we discussed techniques of mental sharing, projection
and _listening_ to others.
   Don said, "I supposed someone could say I was invading their privacy by
_listening_ to what they were thinking or _inspecting_, but my opinion is
it's no different from overhearing a verbal conversation.  If they can't
control their thoughts and emotions -- tough shit.
   "It does come in very handy in spotting stuff, like you found out with
that jerk and Natalie, Toro.  You got enough advance warning to take
action.
   "I know when a student is telling me the truth about not doing their
homework or when he's trying to shine me on -- they've all found out they
can't bull-shit me."
   It was about 9:00 so we broke up and started home.  Before Janet and I
left, Ana hugged us and said, "Either or both of you are welcome here any
time.  Consider yourselves part of the family."
   They're all so nice.
   ------
   JANET (Wednesday evening 12/7)
   We tottered back to the complex.  We were both still so tired we could
barely walk, but we were HAPPY!  We _snuggled_ with each other as we walked
and _shared_ our contented happiness to be together.
   Shit!  I'd left my keys inside, and neither Mom nor Big Brother was
home. Toro grinned lasciviously at me, "I've got a big bed."
   Whammo!  My nipples sprang to attention, my pussy drooled and Miss
Clitty popped her head out.
   "Nympho!"
   "Yeh and I'm *your* nympho."
   We dragged ourselves over to Toro's apartment -- no one was home there,
either.  We remembered our folks were out on their first date.  Neat!
   I wobbled into Toro's bathroom and took a pee while he went back to
leave a note for Mom on our door.  I lay back on Toro's bed and waited
sleepily for my sweetie to come back.  I just wanted to rest a little.
   I heard and _felt_ him come into the bedroom.  I heard his shoes drop
quietly to the floor then he slipped in beside me.
   "I love you, Janet, my Moonlight."
   "I love you, Henry, my Toro."
   We snuggled and _snuggled_, shared a sweet, sweet loving kiss and _kiss_
then fell asleep.  We dreamed the entire night of making slow sweet love in
the comfort of each other's arms.
   Chapter 28
   LOUISE ADAMS (Tuesday 12/6)
   In one day, Janet had changed from a sometimes not-so-happy little girl
who didn't seem to like herself very much to an ecstatic bouncy young lady
who appeared to like herself very much, thank you.
   I knew it was Henry; he talked so nicely, seemed totally sincere, and it
was completely obvious he adored her.
   After introductions, they went off for a little bit then came back with
Henry's Dad, Blake.  Now I could generate some *real* interest in him. 
He's just a couple inches taller than me which suits me just fine.  His
eyes were alive with laughter, and he could talk just as sweetly as Henry
-- if not better.
   Janet was apparently playing matchmaker, but I had no problem with it.
It had been years since a man had talked that nicely to me without seeming
to think how soon he could get his dick inside me.
   After Janet and Toro left on their date, Steven told Blake and me what
Henry had done for Natalie Shanahan while I got us some dinner.  Steven had
been talking for years about Bob Reynolds, the Brain Trust and the Inner
Circle.  Now it turned out Natalie was Bob's special girl, and Henry not
only had performed a heroic feat but had also made fast friends with some
of the best people in school.
   Steven went out, so it left Blake in my trap.  I don't think either of
us minded it or had a chance.  We seemed to be inside each other's head at
the same time, starting to talk about the same thing almost in unison, and
the feeling I had of us being part of each other got more intense every
minute.
   It sure didn't hurt he appeared to be serious about everything he said
-- and he kept admiring me!  He didn't talk about admiring, he *did* it.
   He admired my chest (guys usually just talk to it and think about
getting their hands on it).  My nipples popped up big-time and he admired
them, too.
   He admired my butt (what there was of it), my legs, my face, my hair --
everything.  He would have admired my pussy, too, if it had been out for
inspection.  I had thoughts of stripping my clothes off and having him
admire it, too.
   But most of all, he seemed to be admiring *me.* Everything he said
implied he thought I was the perfect mother, the perfect decorator, the
perfect...  well, everything.  God, what more could a girl want?
   And oh, my God, we worked at the same office building in Studio City. 
We immediately decided we were having lunch together tomorrow and a formal
date tomorrow night.
   We could leave right from work.  Steven could handle himself while Janet
and Toro would be studying with the Brain Trust.  My Freshman girl,
studying with the Seniors!
   Blake had gotten a big hard-on about thirty seconds after he came in. 
He didn't try to hide or flaunt it -- he seemed to be telling me
continuously he was hard because of me.  Not just my body; my body was
*some* of it but mostly because he really admired *me*!
   Just before he left, he gave me a very confident hug -- and I hugged him
back.  I felt his wonderful hardness (almost 6 years since I'd felt one I'd
wanted) and snuggled up to it as much as I could.
   He whispered in my ear, "My sweet Louise.  You have captured my heart
and soul, and I will be your devoted admirer for as long as the stars
exist.
   "Now you've aroused in me such a passion I must go and practice my
stress-relief exercises -- as often as needed so I can sleep tonight
without you by my side."
   Oh, fuck!  I was so god-damned horny I'd soaked through my panties, and
it ran down my leg.  My nipples were so hard I could cut glass with them
and my boobs ached.
   I managed to keep my knees stiff long enough to shut and lock the door
behind him.  With great dignity, I cleaned up dinner a little bit, calmly
walked to my bedroom then shut and locked my door.
   I ripped off my clothes, jumped on the bed, pulled my heels up to my ass
and rubbed my clit as fast and as hard as I could!  Somehow, I felt Blake
was doing the same kind of stress-relief exercises I was -- and it drove me
higher and faster.
   The first come was jolting; it almost took my head off!  I whined,
moaned, pounded my ass on the bed and tried to twist a nipple off.
   Then I though of Blake coming -- his heavy cum squirting -- I wanted it
to squirt inside *me* so badly it was torture.  Fingers up the twat made me
come again -- harder than before.
   I frantically dug out my special toys.  I put the small one up my nether
hole, the bigger one up my glory hole, turned them both on high, twisted my
nipples and came again, again, again and again.  Oh my sweet Blake, please
love me like I'm coming to love you!
   I finally came down when the vibrators worked their way out.  I just lay
there for a half-hour shuddering and shaking as smaller orgasms swept
through me.
   I managed to clean up a little bit and get dressed just before Janet and
Toro got back from their date.  Almost immediately, they grilled me about
Blake -- apparently my just-had-multiple-fantastic-orgasms look was a bit
too obvious.
   When I finally admitted we had a date on Wednesday, they both were
ecstatic -- as if they'd planned the whole thing.  Probably they had.
   Toro even admired my ass as I went back to my bedroom, just like Blake
had.  Oh, fuck, the place smelled like I'd had an orgy.  Well, in a way I
had, but there wasn't an easy way to air it out right now.  So I put up
with it and got horny again.
   Just some calm ones this time, okay?  Some nice gentle finger-strokes in
my hole with light circular pressure around the clit.  Three warm ones
later, though, my nipples suddenly felt like they were on fire with someone
kissing and nibbling them.
   Oh, God!  Blake!  Do it please!  Harder!  My little climax suddenly
turned into a major head-thrashing butt-bouncing, maxi-moaner!
   Then a few moments later, another one, even harder!  I was thrashing
around so hard, I actually fell off the fucking bed.  I seemed to feel
Blake's mouth sucking my boobs and it was wonderful!
   I had absolutely no trouble sleeping.
   ------
   (Wednesday noon 12/7)
   Blake and I met for lunch with our brown bags.  When he saw me, his eyes
lit up, and I felt the wave of his admiration sweep over me -- my tits and
nipples immediately went rock-solid, and I soaked my panty-liner.
   I actually _felt_ him get hard, too.  We looked at each other and
laughed really hard.  He gave me a little hug and whispered in my ear,
"Seems as if my stress-relief exercises didn't last too long.  The way you
look and smell makes me ache to caress you all over."
   I had a little climax from hearing him!  Anyway, we played the
sophisticated co-workers, just eating and chatting away.  Underneath,
though, we were bouncing around with each other, laughing as we danced and
singing our happiness to be with each other.
   Alas, lunch was only an hour.  We set our meeting time after work then
reluctantly went back to our petty offices.  I'd soaked my panty-liner
through, so I ducked into the bathroom and slipped in a tampon.  I'd
finished my cycle early yesterday, but I always carried a couple of tampons
for emergencies.
   It was a good thing, too, because I was still so turned on my pussy kept
seeping and my nipples pushed out so far I had to put on my jacket to keep
from being too obvious.
   Then, a little after 2:00, out of nowhere I got hit by a tremendous wave
of sexual joy, and I orgasmed in my chair!  I slammed my head onto the
desk, grabbed my tits and twat then squeezed and moaned while my pussy and
body convulsed for at least five minutes.
   When I recovered a little, I felt so embarrassed for doing it in the
middle of the office like a common slut.  But when I looked around, nobody
had noticed a thing because they were all dazed and...  post-orgasmic!
   Oh, shit, it had hit everyone at the same time -- now *that* was weird;
Blake and I would definitely have a topic for a delicious discussion.
   My tampon was soaked, but there was a line of women at the bathroom door
going down the entire hallway -- and one at the men's too.
   My cubicle is at least a little private, so I scooted in as far as I
could under my desk, hiked my skirt up to my waist, dragged my panties to
my ankles and pulled it out right there.
   I looked around; no one seemed the least bit interested.  Fuck it!  I
had the perfect position and was still hot, so I stroked Clit Kitten.
   I got off twice more, nice sweet ones while I dreamed about Blake; just
right to calm me down.  Damn I was horny.  I stuffed another tampon in --
very slowly.  I hoped Blake had ideas about stuffing something else in
there tonight, because I sure did!
   No one seemed interested in doing much work the rest of the afternoon,
and everyone was eager to get out.  I dashed out to meet Blake.
   He met me with a grin.  "It must have been you this afternoon.  Louise,
were you a naughty girl diddling yourself in the bathroom?"
   I stoutly denied it, "I did *not* diddle myself in the bathroom!" But I
blew it when I whispered, "After that...  whatever...  was over, I diddled
myself in the office chair while I thought about you."
   We laughed and he said, "Yeh, it was really strange.  Every man and
woman in my office had an orgasm; including me."
   "Mine was a pretty good moaner -- seemed to go on for at least five
minutes -- but who was keeping time?"
   I overtly eyeballed his crotch.  "You seem to have gotten through okay.
Most of the guys I've seen have a big wet spot."
   He really laughed.  "Well thanks to you, Louise, after lunch I had a
major woody from being around you.  I kept leaking, so I put a big wad of
TP around the top -- it caught almost all of it later."
   He snuggled up to me, nibbled my ear a little then whispered, "But now
I'm with you again, my Luscious Louise, Woody's back!"
   I told him, "Let's get the hell out of here and get some dinner.  You
need to keep your strength up for later."
   At dinner, we discussed what had happened.  Neither of us seemed the
least bit embarrassed about talking so frankly.
   I told him, "You know, the wave seemed almost...  familiar.  Not just
the content but the characteristic...  That's it!  After you talk with
someone a while, the next time they speak, you recognize the voice.  I know
the voice, I just don't know who."
   He said, "Yes!  I got a touch of that feeling too.  There's something so
familiar about it.
   "It seemed like a couple -- male/female -- in a mutual-masturbation
session in a...  no, not together but in separate bathrooms.  They were
tied together somehow, and both of them contributed.  That's why I made the
joke about your diddling in the bathroom.  It was definitely two bathrooms
-- and not private ones either; public ones."
   I told him, "You're right; it all fits together.  Well, it's a nice
mystery we can discuss if we can't think of anything better to do." We
looked at each other and both of us knew we had some "anything better" we
were interested in doing.
   We finished dinner, did a little dancing, walked around First Street,
did window shopping and talked about anything and everything.  But
underneath it all, our hearts and minds were merged together.  While our
bodies were holding hands and making verbal sounds, our souls were entwined
together, caressing each other.
   We eagerly went back to my place -- we had some definite ideas about
things to do.  I found a note from Toro: Janet had left her keys inside and
they'd wait at his apartment.  We went over there.
   I stopped Blake outside his door.  I told him, "Let's be real quiet. 
They're probably making out on the sofa, and it'll be really sweet to watch
them."
   We slipped off our shoes; Blake eased open the door and we crept in. 
The living room was dark, neither was there.  Blake turned on a light and
we looked around.
   Bedroom!  We snuck over to Henry's door.  It was wide open, and we could
just make out someone on the bed.
   Blake clicked on the bathroom light and opened the door just enough so
we could see into the bedroom.  We crept in with our arms around each other
to see what was going on.
   Janet was sprawled on the bed with one foot dangling off the edge.  She
had all her clothes and her shoes on, although the shoe on the dangling leg
was ready to fall off.  Toro was lying beside her, fully-dressed except for
his shoes.  They were holding hands and were sound asleep.
   Oh, my, they were beyond cute.  They looked so comfortable, and they
just seemed to give off this radiance of happiness to be together.  I felt
my eyes moisten up.
   I whispered to Blake, "They look so happy and comfortable; it would be a
shame to wake them."
   "Then don't.  They obviously weren't up to anything since they're both
dressed with the door wide open.  I think they were waiting for us and just
fell asleep."
   "Yeh, let them sleep."
   Blake whispered, "Help me get Henry's pants off.  He carries stuff in
his pockets like keys and such, and it's very uncomfortable to lie on."
   He unbuckled and unzipped Henry's pants then picked his hips up while I
pulled them off.  Henry muttered and twitched a little, and Janet did
exactly the same thing.  They squeezed their hands together a few times
then went back to sleep.
   We crept around to Janet's side and picked up her legs to take off her
shoes.  Her skirt slid up; Blake snickered a little and whispered in my
ear, "Just like her mother.  No panties."
   I whispered back indignantly, "I do so have panties on...  but not for
long."
   Blake gently picked up Janet and eased her onto the bed with Henry. 
They both moved at the same time as if they'd done it for years.  They
rolled towards each other, adjusting their arms underneath themselves. 
They snuggled up face-to-face, their lips barely touching and their
uppermost arms on each other's hip.
   Blake whispered, "Watch their breathing." They were both breathing at
exactly the same rate.
   "I'll bet their hearts are beating together, too.  They seem to be
totally synchronized."
   They each pursed their lips a little, and they shared a long, light slow
kiss.  They radiated happiness.
   Blake and I started to leave, but Janet and Henry moved again so we
stopped and watched them.
   They squirmed around a little and adjusted arms and legs.  Janet lay
mostly on her back with her head snuggled into Henry's shoulder, while he
was mostly on his side with his upper leg over her a little bit.  Her upper
arm was limp behind her, and Henry's was draped over her hip.
   I saw her nipples suddenly pop up through her blouse.  They snorted a
little, wiggled around then settled down again.
   I whispered to Blake, "The little minx isn't wearing a bra!  Just like
me in a few minutes.  But watch this..."
   Janet's free hand had wandered slowly up to Henry's hand on her hip. 
She took his hand, slid it up underneath her blouse and put it right on her
boob!
   She pulled her hand back out, leaving Henry's in place then nudged his
hand a little from atop her blouse.  Henry's hand immediately worked slowly
beneath her blouse.
   I whispered, "They're doing the nipple dance, and I can feel it myself."
We _felt_ waves of contentment rolling from them then a little rush of
warmth.  They gasped and twitched together -- she'd had a tiny orgasm.
   Henry's hand continued gently working, very slowly.  While we watched, a
few minutes later we _felt_ another swell of warmth and happiness -- yet
another release.
   We snuck out and closed the door.  I whispered to Blake, "They could be
doing it all night.  God, what that would be like!  They're probably going
to end up doing it, if they haven't already.  Do you mind?"
   "Not really.  I seem to trust them both not to force or hurt each other
in any way; for now I'm mainly concerned about birth control."
   "For tonight, it should be perfectly fine.  We finished up yesterday
morning.  I'm sure Henry's clean and I know Janet is."
   He nodded and whispered, "Now to *our* unfinished business.  You go to
that room," he pointed, "and I'll turn out the rest of the lights."
   I slipped into the room -- his bedroom -- and turned on the light long
enough to get oriented.  He was still unpacking stuff, but I found a tiny
desk lamp which lit up the room exactly right -- I wanted to see my man.
   Blake came quietly in with a couple small towels and shut the door.  He
sat beside me on the bed, hugged me and whispered, "Luscious Louise, it's
been five years since I touched a woman.  I've fallen in love with you, and
I want to do this as slowly as we can so we can savor the sweetness of the
love we're finding together."
   Oh my sweet Blake!  I said, "It's been six years for me..." then we felt
Janet and Henry with another sweet climax.
   "They're becoming...  clearer.  Not more intense, but like we're getting
tuned in together." I grinned at him.  "Betcha we can match it or do
better."
   We undressed each other quietly and slowly.  We kissed every inch of
skin exposed gently but thoroughly.  After my bra came off, Blake spent at
least fifteen minutes caressing my breasts and lightly sucking my nipples.
I had beautifully-sweet orgasms at exactly the same time as Janet and
Henry; I _felt_ Blake sharing them.
   We _merged_ ourselves and caressed our souls together even more than we
were caressing our bodies.
   When Blake slowly entered me, I had an immediate, sharp climax which
reverberated through both of us.  We let it fade away quietly into the next
one as he slowly, slowly slid in.  He stretched me just perfectly, and by
the time we were bottomed out, we were in heaven; we were merged body and
soul.
   Blake stroked very slowly, and we had wonderfully powerful releases --
again the four of us together, all sharing the joy in our hearts.
   After an eternity of happiness, I pulled Blake into me hard.  "Fill me,
sweetheart.  Come inside me.  Fill my aching pussy with your hot, hot cum."
   We stroked into each other hard for several minutes.  I came three
times, each harder than the last, while Blake pushed on through them and
kept giving us more and more happiness.
   Finally, we froze together while my pussy convulsed around his hardness,
and he flowed what seemed to be gallons of hot cum into me.
   We _moaned_ and _keened_ our pleasure.  Janet and Henry joined us in our
celebration of love.
   Blake and I slept with his hand on my breast and nipple and occasionally
his mouth -- we dreamed of sweet rushes of warmth flowing over us every
fifteen minutes or so.  Were they ours?  Henry's and Janet's?  Everyone's?
   Chapter 29
   LOUISE (Thursday 12/8)
   Blake and I woke early and shared a gentle love-making for many minutes
-- as we climaxed, Henry and Janet shared theirs with us.
   We got up quietly and shared a shower -- a wonderful time of
exploration, slippery soapy bodies and lots of fun.  He dressed for the
office while I slipped on a pair of his shorts and borrowed a shirt.
   I suggested, "Let's peek in on them and see how they're doing."
   "Voyeur!"
   "Maybe, but it's inspiring to see two people so much in love and so
happy to be together.  It doesn't seem to matter at all they're our
fourteen-year-old children."
   We turned down the lights and quietly opened Henry's door.  When our
eyes adjusted to the dimness, we saw them entwined together.
   Janet was on her back with her blouse undone and spread open, freeing
her pert breasts to the air.  She held Henry's head against one breast. 
Her outside leg was flat on the bed, but her other one was bent and spread
wide open across Henry's legs.  Her skirt was up over her waist, and his
right hand was cupped over her pussy with one of hers on top of it.
   As we watched, Janet slowly drew Henry's head over a little; he opened
his mouth, slowly licked her erect nipple several times then took it gently
into his mouth and sucked lightly.
   Their hands pressed lightly into her pussy, they quivered quietly, and
we felt a rush of warmth wash through us.
   I quivered myself, it felt so good!  Blake and I crept back out, shut
the door and went into the living room.
   Blake said, "They're doing it in their sleep.  I've never heard of such
a thing -- I thought that was just an expression."
   I told him, "I've woken up a few times myself after dreaming of diddling
myself then found myself with wet hands and a wet pussy, so it's not
unconceivable.
   "Let's all do breakfast at my place in 45 minutes.  You knock on their
door and see if you can get them awake.  They should be able to shower here
-- Janet can borrow something to get back in."
   "Agreed."
   We shared a sweet kiss and fanny pat then I headed for the door.  As I
opened it, I heard Blake rapping lightly and saying, "Henry!  Janet!  It's
time."
   Blake came over in a couple minutes, grinning.  "I heard Henry say, 'Oh
shit!' Then Janet groaned and said, 'We're dead!  We're going to be
grounded for life.' They weren't very happy campers.  I just told them
through the door to shower there and come on over for breakfast."
   They came in quietly after a half-hour.  Janet had on what had to be one
of Toro's shirts and some boxer shorts.  Her hair was still wet, and she
had tears streaking down.  Toro was right behind her but was dressed in
school clothes.
   They came over to us immediately.  Toro started, "I'm sorry, Dad,
Louise. It's all my fault.  I should have waited up for you."
   Janet cried, "I'm so sorry, Mom, we didn't mean to!  I was just so tired
I had to lie down.  I'm sorry."
   I shushed them both.  "Don't worry about it.  We're not upset with
either of you.  You left a note telling us where you were, you were there,
and you weren't trying to put anything over on us.
   "You looked so happy being together, we decided to leave you be --
Henry, we took off your pants.  Janet, we took your shoes off and put you
into bed.  You were both already asleep, and so far as we know, you slept
all night."
   Steven had been listening in.  "Mom, Blake, for what it's worth, they
both had a *very* rough day yesterday.  There was some sort of psychic
happening at school; they were right in the middle of it.  The last I saw
Janet yesterday afternoon, she was sleeping in her room.  I went to sleep
myself about the same time, got up for a while then went back to bed and
slept all night myself.  They were probably *really* tired."
   Janet and Toro thanked him with their eyes and a big smile.  Blake and I
gave them each a hug and got them breakfast.
   After breakfast, they disappeared into Janet's room for a few minutes;
Janet came out dressed for school, carrying her hairbrush.  They sat
snuggled up on the sofa while Toro brushed out her hair.  After every
couple strokes, he'd give her a soft kiss on top of her head and murmur
something.  Janet would sigh a little then they'd give off a big wave of
contentment.  *Now* they were happy campers.
   ------
   HENRY
   I remember lying down on the bed with Janet, but the rest was a dream --
a very real dream.  I dreamed of caressing her lovely breasts and feeling
her sweet climaxes time after time.
   We dreamed of intercourse -- the stretching, the pressure, being filled
and of love.  We dreamed of joyous orgasms then a final rush upwards to a
peak of pleasure with hot wetness flowing from us and into us.
   Then, more gentle rushes time after time -- which ended when Dad knocked
at the door.  Janet was scared, with good reason.  For all we remembered,
we'd stayed together all night and had intercourse.  We were busted and
dead!
   Dad told us to clean up here and come to Janet's place for breakfast
then left.
   My skivvies were full of cum, and it was all over my crotch.  I told
Janet.
   She said, "Let's do our shower together.  We're already busted beyond
belief, so let's enjoy it while we can."
   We stripped down -- Janet's beasts were so beautiful in the light!  I
admired them with all I had.  I looked over her face and told her, "You've
got the just-laid look like your mom had the other day -- your lovely skin
just glows."
   She laughed and kissed me.  "I don't know what the hell happened last
night, but I finally feel rested.  I know we'll probably be grounded
forever and may not see each other except for school, but right now I feel
great."
   Before we got in the shower, Janet put one foot on the toilet seat,
licked her fingers, pushed one into her pussy a few times then examined it
closely.  She frowned, pushed a couple fingers in, twisted them around and
looked again.
   "Toro, if we'd had intercourse last night -- and it sure felt like it
with cum flowing inside me and everything -- I'd expect to find your semen
inside and outside me.  I can't find a trace of anything, just lots of
pussy fluid.  That, with the fact your skivvies were full, tells me we
*didn't* do it; it must have been a wonderful dream."
   We got our shower while she told me what she remembered with Big Brother
and Natalie.  "Poor Big Brother.  There he was with two naked ladies,
trying to be a gentleman.  He kept getting hard -- and trying to keep it
away from me.
   "I couldn't do a thing to help; my wet noodles wouldn't hold me up, so
he had to grab pretty much anything -- and he did, quite politely.  Of
course it didn't hurt he told me I had the hottest chest in school and a
delicious ass."
   I told her Steven was very observant and very intelligent then hastened
to assure her *I* wouldn't be a gentleman the next time we took a shower
together.
   We didn't play around much, just soaped and rinsed.  I convinced her to
let me wash her hair -- it felt so sensual.  I wanted to take longer but we
were in a bit of a hurry.  We did take a few seconds to ensure her breasts
and nipples were very clean; a taste-test of her sweet pussy showed no soap
inside.
   She told me, "Don't worry about a hymen or anything.  Last time I really
checked, I'd battered it enough myself with fingers and tampons -- maybe
sometime I can tell you about the day I found some of Mom's toys."
   We dried each other off.  Little Henry was *not* a gentleman.  He kept
sniffing around, trying to find what he could sense was *right there.*
Janet patted him lightly.  "I'm sorry we can't do much with him, but if
there is a next time..."
   Before we left the apartment, I held her in my arms and told her I would
always love her.  She cried, said she loved me too, and our final kisses
were wet with our tears.
   We went over to her place to face the music together.  I tried to take
all the blame; we apologized profusely, but neither Dad nor Louise seemed
upset at all.  In fact, they just said we'd looked happy, so they'd let us
be.
   Will wonders never cease?  We'd been so sure we'd be grounded, lectured,
spanked three times a day, beaten, spit on...  well, pretty much anything
we could imagine.
   After breakfast, I helped Janet get dressed for school.  She insisted
her legs were still a little weak, and she needed help with her panties.
   Being a gentleman, I obliged.  I think I tarnished my reputation a
little, though, when I managed to get in a few long licks up those sweet
lips -- she'd been wetting them down from the inside, and it tasted as good
as it smelled!
   I did persuade her to let me brush her hair.  I remembered last night at
Natalie's we'd enjoyed it so much, even while we'd been sure we'd be
banished from our new friends.
   ------
   JANET
   Toro, Big Brother and I walked to school together.  I felt great!  I'd
gotten laid last night -- virtual reality or something -- and it had felt
great.
   I had two of the greatest guys around escorting me, too.  They were
constantly making sure I was properly protected between them and acted as
if they were guarding me from the dangers of the world.  I could get used
to that.
   Big Brother seemed to be acting a little different.  I _looked_ at him
and _felt_ his pride in being able to help Natalie and me; I _felt_ his
admiration for Natalie's beauty, her intelligence and the way she'd spoken
to him.  I _felt_ his pride in me, too!  He kept marveling at how beautiful
I was and at how proud he was to be my brother.  I also _saw_ something
else -- what he and Natalie had done after they'd put me to bed.
   I pulled his ear down next to my mouth.  I whispered, "Thank you for
helping us so much yesterday, Steven Stud!  Natalie's stud finders never
fail."
   He looked at me a bit oddly but grinned.  "Every guy feels like a stud
around you, Janet.  You bring out the best in everyone."
   The students were acting a bit weird.  They generally avoided looking at
each other and kept to their own little groups.  I even saw a few bruises
and bandages here and there.  Toro and I felt bad, but there wasn't really
any way we could apologize.
   The first-period teacher told us, "You all know what happened here
yesterday.  Why or how, we don't know yet.  In the meantime, remember no
matter how you reacted to it, we're not going to punish you.  It wasn't
your fault."
   Toro and I kept it quiet in the morning.  While we did _link_, we kept
the volume way down so we wouldn't go out of control.  We played around and
found we could _send_ a sensation like we were touching the other, so of
course we practiced!
   Toro kept _licking_ and _sucking_ my nipples very lightly, just enough
for me to feel it.  Then every 20 minutes or so, he'd tweak my clit real
gently, and we'd quiver while a tiny wave of warmth washed over us.
   I'd soaked my panties by the end of the first period and ducked into the
girl's room to handle it.  Toro warned me, _"No diddling this time,"_ but
Sherry told us with a big mental grin, _"Yeh!  Do it, Janet!  Do it!  Half
the girls wore skirts today hoping there'd be another sex bomb!"_
   I pushed in a tampon to soak things up.  Fortunately I always carried a
few spares, and today it seemed I would use them.
   When we got to lunch and sat down with the crew, my "condition" was
pretty obvious as well as my smell, even with the tampon soaking it up. 
The others didn't say anything at first, just grinned at us knowingly.
   Toro gave my clit a firm tweak, and we shook and gasped for a few
seconds while a hot swell ran over all six of us.  Everyone's eyes got a
little bigger for a few seconds, and they laughed.
   Natalie quirked an eyebrow at us.  I gave them a quarter-second
_message_ with full sensations of what Toro had been tormenting me with all
morning.  Toro looked around innocently, blinked his eyes and grinned.
   They laughed again, and Sherry reached over and smacked Toro lightly on
the head.  "Naughty boy!  You need some discipline!"
   Toro calmly took a bite of lunch, and eyed me salaciously.  "Perhaps a
bit of bondage?  I've got some string at home."
   George laughed especially loud, so Sherry smacked him too, only a lot
harder.  "*You* probably taught him that -- tongue rapist!  You're cut off
for another week -- or until I get horny again."
   Bob told her, "Which will probably be as soon as you finish your lunch."
   Bob asked, "Not to change the subject *too* much, but would anyone be
interested in doing some ballroom dancing classes with Natalie and me?  My
mother's a professional instructor -- and it's freeeee!"
   George and Sherry declined.  "We've tried stuff like that before. 
Between the two of us we end up with bruises on our toes, so we've decided
to stick with the standard foot-shuffling where our shoes never leave the
floor."
   Toro looked at me eagerly.  I told Bob, "Sounds very interesting.  Count
us in if we can get our parents' permission.  In fact, *they* might be
interested as a couple themselves." I told them how Toro and I had plotted
to get them together, and how they'd had their first date yesterday.
   Toro spoke up, "This morning, they both had the same look as Janet has
now -- very satisfied.  So, without more speculation, I'd say they'd be
interested."
   Bob said, "You guys!  Everything you touch together seems to generate
something.  Does either of your folks have a cell phone on them?  I'll call
now and ask."
   I knew Mom's number, so Bob called.  He introduced himself as "a friend
of Janet and Toro." We could hear Mom laugh even through the phone.  He
explained about the dancing and asked her if she thought Henry's dad and
she might be interested.
   He listened a few more seconds then wiggled his eyebrows at us.  "She's
asking him.  They're at lunch -- together." We girls went, "Ooooo."
   He listened again and apparently they were interested.  "The next
get-together is tonight, my house, around 7:00.  Comfortable clothes and
leather-soled shoes.  Both Henry and Janet know how to get there; it's two
blocks from your building."
   It was going to be such fun!
   We were chatting about "stuff" when I saw Big Brother coming up. 
Natalie's back was to him, but she suddenly fanned her chest with really
big waves.  "Warning!" she said, "Warning!  Super Stud alert!  Warning!"
   We laughed, and I introduced him to George and to Sherry, who hadn't
really met him before.  "My Big Brother, Steven Stud!"
   Big Brother and George knew each other but when Sherry offered her hand,
he took it in both of his and caressed it.  He brightened up and glowed.
   "Oh, finally to meet The Sherry whose Spanish eyes have broken so many
hearts!  The Sherry whose voice is a choir of angels.  The Sherry..." He
looked very admiringly at her chest, "Oh, my God!  A Contender!"
   Of course the other guys admired her boobs, too, which promptly pushed
their nipples up proudly.  She asked hesitantly, "Contender?"
   "For the Best Bust in Burbank!" he declaimed while staring into her
eyes. Her mouth literally dropped open, and she blushed down into her
blouse.
   The rest of us cheered quietly.  "Yes!  Contest!"
   Bob asked him innocently, "And who are the other contestants?"
   Big Brother didn't miss a beat.  He admired Natalie's and my busts
briefly and said, "Need you ask?"
   All the guys cheered.  Toro asked, "When's the contest?  How about
tonight after dance class?  A wet tee-shirt contest perhaps?  I'll bring
the ice water.  I'm sure I'd make a very objective judge."
   The guys chanted, "YES!" We three girls exchanged a few _ideas_ on how
to make them pay.
   Sherry dragged her hand away from Big Brother, turned to George and
smacked him again!  "*You* probably put him up to all of this!  You.  Will.
Pay.  Dearly."
   But she broke up laughing with the rest of us so I guess she wasn't
really that mad at him.
   Natalie said, "See, I told you my stud sensors never fail.  Sherry, we
need to drag Steven off and get him fixed up.  He was an immense help
yesterday in a tight situation and really is a true gentleman."
   She and Sherry each tucked a hand inside one of Big Brother's arms and
marched him away in a stud sandwich.  That's my bro!
   I turned to Toro, shoved a tit into his arm, batted my eyes at him and
said, "He must have learned that from *you*, stud."
   I learned right then how to _wrap and squeeze_ around a very interesting
portion of his anatomy.  His eyes bulged out and he whimpered loudly.
   I also learned how to move the _squeeze_ up and down, so I practiced as
I asked him sweetly, _"Honey, did you bring a spare pair of underwear?"_
   ------
   STEVEN
   I'd taken a chance with Sherry, but I'd seemed to hear Natalie tell me,
_"Flirt with her, Stud!"_
   It seemed to nail her totally and everyone loved it.  Poor George, seems
he gets blamed for everything.
   Anyway, Natalie and Sherry hauled me away and questioned me, "What kind
of girl do you like, Steven?"
   The answer was obvious, "A girl like you two would drive me nuts and I'd
love it."
   "So, you want a virgin interested in changing her status?" They laughed.
   I had to back down a little bit, "Interested, definitely.  Virgin,
doesn't matter."
   "Dumb as a brick or a MENSA president?" On and on.  They tossed some
names back and forth between them and seemed very _busy_ underneath -- like
I'd seen Bob, Natalie, Janet and Henry do.  There was definitely something
unusual going on inside the Inner Circle.
   They let me go after grilling me for fifteen minutes.  Natalie said,
"We'll weed out some candidates who aren't worthy of your studliness then
see how you get along with a couple of the ones who pass."
   I tried to get the last word in, at least, "I know whoever you two
recommend will be an angel beyond words."
   They obligingly faked a couple swoons, punched me in the arm and said
they'd let me know who they found.
   ------
   JANET (Thursday afternoon 12/8)
   Toro hadn't brought spare underwear, so I took pity on him.  I told him,
"If we keep this stuff up, you'll need some.  Look, I keep spare stuff in
my purse." I showed him my spare tampons.
   He grinned.  "Oh, neat!  Need any help with those?"
   "I might sometime.  There's only one way to get them out -- pull the
little string -- and it breaks every once in a while then I gotta go in
with my fingers.  It's really difficult to get a straight shot at it.  I'm
sure a smart guy like you can think of several ways to help me."
   He told me, "It's probably a matter of mechanics.  I could go in from
the back and push it out..." I got this tiny _touch_ right on my pucker,
and I sprayed pussy juice right through my panties!
   "Oh, wait, that path doesn't connect there.  On the other hand, I might
be able to get a feel for how far it's in..." With an innocent face, he
illustrated by twisting a finger around a couple times then crooking the
end.
   Fuck!  Just the thought of having him up my butt made me so hot I was
ready to jump him right in the cafeteria.
   We cooled things off a bit and made an agreement to cut the sexy stuff
way back during school -- it was a hell of a lot of fun but was frustrating
at the same time.
   Besides, we were _leaking_ out to other students.  In the morning, in
every class, there'd been a couple of girls stand up with wet spots on
their butts from catching the side-effects of my orgasms, small as they
were.
   So in the afternoon, we did other fun stuff; caresses, tiny kisses, ear
nibbles and an occasional gentle full-mouth kiss.  When we did it, we could
see the other's lips flatten out a little bit.  Neat!
   The main "problem" was there was no tactile or other perceptic feedback
-- it was like touching with gloves on.  The touchee could feel it
perfectly, but the toucher couldn't.  Bummer.  Well, we'd just have to
practice and see what we could come up with.
   So we mainly sent emotions in varying combinations -- happiness and
contentment with being together, joy in our love for one another and joy in
sharing it.
   In our next to last class -- where we'd gotten everyone turned on so
hard yesterday before the "big event" -- we deliberately _leaked_.  We
replayed our first kisses from Monday night; the sweetness and surprise,
the discovery of one another, the sensations of hard nipples and firm
breasts pushing and being pushed against -- and a hint of Toro's hardness
between us.
   It seemed natural to tune in each person to the exact volume for them --
all thirty or so.  We kept the volume just high enough for them to perceive
it but low enough it wasn't grabbing attention; as if they were dreaming of
a perfect romantic encounter.
   By the end of class, all the girls were misty-eyed, damp and sighing a
little and all of the guys were swallowing, blinking back tears and
adjusting their semi-hards.  Hopefully we'd made up for yesterday.
   ------
   STEVEN
   Natalie grabbed me before the last period.  "We've got the first
candidate lined up for you, Steven.  Lucia Sonora is a new student here
this year, a Junior like you and is pretty smart.
   "She's a special case I know you can handle and help.  At her last
school, she had a really bad relationship -- couldn't get much info about
it, but she was treated like a fuck-toy then dumped.
   "She needs a gentleman now, and I have direct knowledge you are true
gentleman, Steven.  Want to give it a shot?
   I considered it only for an instance.  "Sure.  Since you're recommending
her, she's got to be worth it underneath.  I won't even ask how you know so
much about her -- I've seen her around, and some of the guys have commented
on how beautiful but unapproachable she is, and it's all they know.
   "You Inner Circle guys have a lot on the ball.  I've felt every one of
you, including Janet, somehow _inspect_ me down to my shoelaces with a
glance, so it doesn't surprise me you can find out this stuff about her."
   Natalie laughed.  "Besides being a super-stud, you're very perceptive,
too.  Yeh, we've got something, but you've got it too!  It's really a
matter of remembering.  For now, just *do* and you'll be fine.
   "Okay, meet me here after last class.  Just hang around against the
wall; I'll bring her by and we'll 'accidentally' run into you.  Christmas
Dance is coming up, you should ask."
   Lucia.  It sounded Italian, so I looked it up.  "Ocean-blue".  Sonora
sounded Spanish.  Interesting combination.
   I waited patiently against the wall after the last class, pretending to
be looking at one of my books.  I _felt_ Natalie coming, so I walked slowly
in the same direction in front of her.
   I felt her bump me from behind; we stopped and I turned towards them.
   Lucia was everything I'd remembered from seeing her a couple times
before; Italian or Spanish, long glossy black hair and blue eyes!
   Natalie said something and introduced us, "Lucia, this is Steven.  He's
a *really good* friend of Bob and me -- and he's the most perfect gentleman
I've ever run across."
   I took her hand, looked into her blue eyes, _looked_ at her and was
lost.
   She was a vast reservoir of life, full of joy and sorrow, hopes and
disappointments, her feelings she was just an object and of longing for
someone to love.  But a lot was hidden, locked away under a dark cloud.  I
could somehow tell what she was thinking, too.
   _"Oh God he seems so nice.  His hair!  His eyes!  Natalie says he's a
gentleman -- I so hope he doesn't want just to fuck me and brag about it.
Damn nipples!  Pussy, quit fluttering around and drooling!"_
   I didn't look *anywhere* but her eyes.  The words came out, "Lucia --
ocean-blue like your eyes which I could gaze into forever and lose my heart
inside your radiance..."
   I don't think either of us will ever recall what we actually said to
each other.  I just kept _feeling_ her despair and her hope, ignored the
despair and kept trying to reinforce the hope a little bit.
   Finally I saw her walking away in a daze just like me.  Natalie wasn't
around, but Toro and Janet were standing there _looking_ at me.  When they
saw where my attention was, they _looked_ at Lucia for a few seconds then
turned back to me.
   Toro said, "Janet, Steven's got it real bad.  We need to guide him home
so he doesn't walk into the street or into a tree.  Maybe by the time we
get him home he'll be a bit more coherent."
   They each grabbed an arm and walked me home.  Toro was right; I would
have missed every turn and hit every tree.  Janet said, "Maybe we'd better
stick *him* in the shower -- cold water!  Otherwise he'll be putting his
pants on backwards or something for his 7:00 date with Lucia."
   Date?  Yeh.  Somehow she'd agreed to meet me tonight.  I managed to get
myself together enough to walk without being led like a dog.
   We piled into our apartment, put the school books away and talked.  Toro
and Janet seemed full of happiness and energy; they actually bounced
around. If Janet got up, she would jump up and Toro would bounce and skip
around like a frisky dog.
   I noticed they were stringing their sentences together like some twins
I'd heard of:
   "Tony Roma's a nice place."
   "But watch the ribs;"
   "They're a bit messy."
   "That's second-date stuff."
   "That way you can lick it off her face later."
   "Of course, she can't see if there's anything left,"
   "So you can do a lot of licking and kissing"
   "Even after it's gone."
   "Better start carrying"
   "Condoms.  Being a super-stud,"
   "She's likely to rape you!"
   "In the park,"
   "If it isn't raining."
   "A nice warm bed will be better."
   "I'm sure you can work something out"
   "or is it work something"
   In unison, "IN!  You stud."
   We laughed and joked around.  They'd suddenly turn to each other and
share a kiss or a hug without looking before -- as if they knew exactly
where each other was.  And they did.  I _felt_ them _linked_ together,
their happiness with each other and their happiness I might have a chance
to feel the same with someone else.
   Mom and Blake came in, carrying bags of groceries.  We jumped up and put
stuff away.  Toro helped and seemed to know exactly where everything went.
   Of course!  He was linked so tightly to Janet he just knew.  If neither
of them knew, they'd sorta _pick_ my knowledge.  If I didn't know, they'd
_pick_ from Mom.  If she didn't know or care, they silently decided on the
most obvious place and put it there.
   They volunteered to do dinner for us, so Mom went into her room to
change clothes.  I saw her give Blake a caress on the arm as she left, and
I _felt_ their emotions and thoughts about each other.
   They were together -- they were _sharing_ themselves and a lot of their
thoughts and emotions.  Janet and Toro were "deeper" somehow, but Mom and
Blake were really something.
   I liked Blake.  I could _see_ he was a really nice guy, like Toro. 
Obvious, after the fact.  They had similar personalities, just like Mom and
Janet!
   I _felt_ Mom come back out, glance and me and wonder if I would notice
if she and Blake kissed each other.  I twisted around and watched Janet and
Toro in the kitchen.
   I _saw_ Blake get up and gently hug Mom while they shared a warm kiss. I
was almost overwhelmed by the intensity of the love between them.
   After watching Janet and Toro for about fifteen seconds or so (and after
Mom and Blake had settled down a little), I snapped my fingers quietly to
get their attention.  I _felt_ them turn to me, and I pointed into the
kitchen where Janet and Toro were working on vegetables.
   Toro was peeling small potatoes, carrots and stuff at the sink, while
Janet was at a cutting board across the kitchen with their backs to each
other.  When he'd finish one, he'd rinse it with water, shake it off and
toss it over his shoulder at Janet without looking at her.
   Without looking around, Janet would reach around, up, to the side,
wherever, catch it and start cutting it up.  I'd swear we even saw one
carrot jump sideways a foot before she caught it!
   Mom, Blake and I grinned at each other.  Pretty hot stuff!
   It went on through dinner, too.  Both of them seemed to know not only
what the other one was doing but also what Mom, Blake and I were doing.  If
one of us needed something, like the salt, one of them would be handing it
to us before we could even ask.  They'd hand stuff back and forth to each
other without asking or looking.
   When we'd finished, Mom asked them, "All right you two.  What's going on
between you?  How are you doing all that together?"
   I told her, "They're linked together, Mom.  They're sharing their
emotions, sensations and thoughts, just like you and Blake are doing,
except they're linked so tightly and cleanly, they don't have to think
about it at all.  Am I right, Janet?"
   They both had huge shit-eating grins.  Janet told us, "Yes, you could
put it like that.  Since Monday, we've been getting more and more tuned in
to each other."
   Toro said, "It's kind of like tuning in a radio station.  If the radio's
off, there's nothing, like 'normal' people.  Even if it's on, you might get
bits and pieces here and there, but it's not controlled.
   "By Tuesday night, we'd managed to both have our sending and receiving
on and somewhat tuned in." I caught a flash of sexual pleasure and
happiness from them.
   Janet continued, "The problem was we were 'leaking', I guess you'd call
it.  When we'd 'send', it was scattered all over and almost anyone could
pick it up."
   Toro said, "Frankly, we were both horny all day yesterday.  Having just
found each other and loving each other so much, we were playing all day. 
By the next-to-last class,"
   Janet picked up, "We were sitting over ten feet apart."
   "She'd push out a nipple,"
   "Then he'd lick and suck it."
   "I'd get harder and squirt a little"
   "And we'd both share a little orgasm."
   "But we were leaking so much"
   "The whole class..."
   "Got so turned on"
   "That in another couple minutes,"
   "They'd be screwing on the floor."
   "Since then,"
   "We've managed to stop leaking so much."
   "We think."
   Mom laughed.  "Yeh.  Tuesday night.  You two were making out on the sofa
after I went to bed, right?"
   Big grins.  "Yeh."
   "And progressed to hands and mouth on the breasts, right?"
   Big smiles.  "OH YEH."
   "Well, I was doing some stress-relief exercises, and you two 'leaked'
enough to drive me up the wall.  Twice.  The second time I fell off the
damn bed, you made me come so hard.  It felt like Blake was making love to
me."
   "Oops.  Sorry, Mom."
   "Sorry, my ass, it was totally unexpected and totally wonderful."
   Something finally clicked together in my mind.  "Hold on a minute. 
Sexual sensations.  Emotions.  Leaking.  It was *you two* yesterday who
caused all the racket!"
   Blake asked, "What racket?"
   "A little after 2:00 yesterday, every person, male or female, within a
six-block radius of McCambridge High School had an unimaginably-intense
five-minute orgasm which shut the whole place down!" I told him.
   "2:00?  Louise's and my office had exactly the same thing happen -- and
we're in Studio City!  It's over five miles away."
I thought a moment.  "Blake, you and Henry have shared a close personal
bond for all his life.  Janet and Mom the same.  I'll bet your offices got
it because you were so sensitive to them."
   "It does make sense," Mom said.  She laughed, "It was *undoubtedly*
intense.  I've never come so hard before in my life." We felt something
flicker back and forth between her and Blake, and we laughed as we caught
some of it.
   "So it *was* you guys." Mom said it as a fact, not a question.
   Janet said, "Well..."
   Toro, "By the end of the class, we had to pee..."
   "and we could feel the pressure in ourselves and each other..."
   "We went into the girl's and boy's bathrooms..."
   "And peed.  We were both still horny and were almost totally linked
together..."
   "Sharing every sensation..."
   "and it was feeding back and forth...
   "going out of control and we didn't know..."
   "I started beating my beaver.  Not stroking, slapping, or petting. 
Beating as hard as I could."
   "And I was whipping my weasel as fast and as hard as I could.  When
Janet..."
   "stuck a couple fingers up, it started."
   "and we kept feeding back and forth..."
   "harder and harder..."
   "leaking out to everyone."
   "and I was _SCREAMING_ out how happy I was and how good it felt..."
   "for what seemed a *long* time.  Then we..."
   "Passed out."
   "Bob and Natalie"
   "Knew it was us..."
   "They rescued us..."
   "Big Brother came along and was so worried about me..."
   "They got us home and cleaned us up..."
   "and put us to bed.  Separately in our own.  Big Brother was a real
gentleman."
   "We slept until about 6:00.  We knew the Inner Circle wanted us at study
at 7:00 -- both Bob and Natalie insisted -- we managed to get up..."
   "Get somewhat dressed and wobbled over."
   They showed us their Drunkard's Walk.  We howled and clapped.
   Janet told us, "They worked us over really hard for about five minutes;
we were so certain they'd kick us out, exile us, make sure we were sent to
jail for life...  then George blew it and they laughed.
   "Natalie's dad said it was all accidental and no one could prove or even
suspect it was us.  It was like a sound system feeding back through a
microphone -- we could control it.  So, they forgave us.  I hope you three
can forgive us, too."
   We did.
   Toro said, "But there's another thing puzzling us.  Last night, after we
fell asleep on my bed, Dad and Louise tucked us in and we slept all night
together.  I don't remember waking up until the morning.
   "But we dreamed all night of making love together, mostly with nipples
and breasts and little orgasms.  And we dreamed of having intercourse..."
   Janet cut in, "It was so real!  Penetration, stretching, filling, motion
and several orgasms and peaks -- even feeling cum flowing out of one into
the other.  But in the morning, Henry still had his skivvies on, and they
were full of semen, and I wasn't sore or anything, and there wasn't
anything inside me."
   Janet, Henry and I looked at each other and _shared_ some suspicions. 
We turned, pointed our fingers at Mom and Blake and, in unison yelled,
"You're BUSTED!"
   We got up, whooped and hollered, danced around and shouted, "BUSTED!"
while Mom and Blake sat and blushed.
   Finally, Blake said, "Fuck it," took Mom in his arms and they kissed.
   When they came up for air, Mom told us, "We spent the night together in
Blake's bed.  Janet and Henry, as far as we know, you both really were
asleep all night, but you were making love all the time.  Every fifteen or
twenty minutes, all night, we'd feel a small warm orgasm wash over us. 
Yes, we had intercourse and it was wonderful."
   They kissed again while we admired them.
   "I'd say we were leaking then, too, because we seemed to share it with
you just as you shared your love-making with us.  I guess you could call it
group sex if you wish, but we were all linked together somehow, sharing.
   "After we 'tucked you in' so to speak, you both moved like you did in
the kitchen -- as if you were sharing a single nervous system between two
bodies.  You started making love with Henry's hand on Janet's nipples, we
felt a lovely warm climax, and we left to tend to our own love-making.
   "We -- at my instigation -- peeked again in the morning before Blake
woke you up.  You both still seemed to be asleep, but Janet was, uh, more
exposed by then, and you were still doing it.  How you woke up is probably
the way we saw you.
   "Since Monday, it seems every one of us has undergone a drastic change
in our thinking, our mental abilities, our relationships and our sex lives.
Steven, I'm afraid you're the only one without a potential partner for the
moment."
   Henry, Janet and I grinned smugly.  I told her, "Mom, Natalie Shanahan
introduced me to a young lady today, and we're going out tonight.  So don't
worry about me."
   Mom laughed.  "And I used to worry Janet hadn't even been asked on a
date, and now she's found a wonderful relationship.  Steven, do what you
need to do, and we'll all support you as best we can.
   "Now, four of us have a date for ballroom dancing and Steven has a date
with a potential sweetheart.  Let's do it."
   Chapter 30
   PATRICK (Wednesday 12/7)
   I got Val rinsed off then washed her with a little soap around her
crotch.  She was a rag doll.  I'd helped her and Mom with some baby-sitting
before, and Val was just like the tiny babies -- only with an additional
140 pounds or so!
   Val's not a slender little willow by any stretch.  She's my height, 5'
8" by now and big-boned.  Usually, "big-boned" is a politically-correct way
of saying, "fat," but fat she was not.
   Her shoulders were almost as broad as mine and her hips were actually
wider, though smaller than her shoulders.  Seems both our bodies had been
putting their energies into growing our bones and muscles (and Val's
breasts!).  We could both count each other's ribs easily; there wasn't much
spare flesh or fat on either of us.
   We'd been exercising a lot, too.  We'd seen too many adolescents get
sloppy-fat, and we didn't want it to happen to us.  Most of our weight was
bone and muscle.
   I struggled to get her out of the tub.  Wet skin and limp limbs do not
lead easily to picking someone up, much less having to bend over the edge
of the tub.  Again, I was thankful I'd put so much muscle on.
   I dried her off and got her on her bed.  I speculated a moment then dug
out a panty liner and put it in a pair of her panties.  Hell, just like
dressing a baby.  I hadn't washed inside her and she was still drooling a
little.  Shit, I was, too.
   Even as I was drying her off, she convulsed again and moaned.  Damn, I
hoped she was enjoying it.  Anyway, after she'd twitched and quivered, her
crotch was wet again, so I figured a panty liner wouldn't hurt.
   I was damn near out on my feet, but staggered next door, sprayed myself
down quickly -- I knelt in the tub -- and crawled into bed.
   ------
   LUCIA SONORA (Thursday evening 12/8)
   Fresh start!  It's all I could think of.  Fresh start from all the
heartbreak, pain and humiliation those fuckers had put me through.  They'd
actually enjoyed hurting me.
   That's one reason we'd moved.  Fortunately neither Mama nor Papa has to
be in any particular location to make a living.
   Both of them had been terribly upset with what had happened.  They
weren't upset at all with me -- they were totally pissed at the assholes
who screwed me.
   McCambridge was a *lot* better anyway.  No one knew my reputation, and
actually, from what I'd heard the last several months, even if they'd
known, they wouldn't have treated me any differently.
   A lot of the students had gone out of their way to make me feel welcome.
One especially, Natalie Shanahan, was really concerned I feel at home. 
She'd transferred in at the start of the year like me but had ended up with
the most respected group of students the school has ever had, the Inner
Circle of the Brain Trust.  I kept hearing more and more about them as time
went on, especially about Bob Reynolds' Seal of Approval.
   We had the last classes of the day in adjoining classrooms.  She and I
usually walked and talked a lot after our last class; we'd walk along until
we met Bob.  They had an odd relationship; they kept saying they were just
friends, but the way they looked at each other made me suspect something
entirely different.
   Finally after a couple weeks, Natalie told me she had a major family
situation going on, and because of it, she didn't do any dating,
extra-curricular activities and wore "these crappy clothes" as she put it.
She said her dad and the Inner Circle were trying to work things out.
   Somehow, neither Natalie nor Bob ever mentioned or asked where I'd come
from, old boyfriends, or anything which could have reminded me of what had
happened.  They just kept on treating me and Young Sister as friends and
made lots of comments about me which made me feel...  special, somehow.
   Anyway, I didn't date at all here, even though quite a few guys had
asked me out.  They were all nice, without the predatory gleam I'd seen at
my old school, but I was still scared.
   A couple weeks ago, Natalie showed up totally changed.  She had on
lovely clothes, a touch of makeup which really suited her, earrings and a
delighted smile.  She told me Bob had resolved her family situation almost
single-handedly, and she'd had almost every restriction on her removed!
   Her birthday party was wonderful!  She and Bob just fit together so well
and the way they danced...  inspiring.  Bob even managed to get me dancing.
It was fine; after all, he and Big Dave were almost the first people we'd
met in Burbank.  He was a god!
   Natalie seemed so happy since then!  Even after that asshole tried to
grab her and that Freshman had jumped him -- Hell, in my old school,
someone could have twisted my nipples off and fucked me in the ass in the
hallway, and no one would have noticed -- she was happy!
   Yesterday, when the sex bomb or whatever went off, she yelled, "Toro! 
Moonlight!  Let it all hang out!" She deliberately got down on the floor,
screamed and thrashed around.  When I couldn't take it any more and fell
down, she got beside me, put an arm under my head and held me so I wouldn't
bang my head on the floor.
   After the first wave, she laughed and said, "Ain't this something!  Wow!
Might as well enjoy it!" Then the second wave struck, even harder than the
first, and we thrashed around and screamed together.
   I ended up pulling my skirt up to my tits, tearing my panties off and
shoving two fingers up my snatch.  Natalie grabbed her crotch through her
pants, held on to me with the other arm and screamed right along with me.
   When it was all over -- over?  I was having secondary climaxes the rest
of the day -- she made sure I wasn't injured and got up.  Her legs were so
wobbly from coming so hard she almost collapsed a few times, but she said,
"Gotta go, Lucia.  Gotta couple friends in trouble."
   I managed to straighten myself up enough to pass a very casual
inspection.  No panties but looking at everyone else, I'd gotten off easy.
Since I'd yanked my skirt up, it was dry; lots of the other girls had their
clothes soaked in their own pussy water.  I managed to find my panties --
actually, I didn't give a crap whether they were mine or not -- and mopped
my crotch and ass enough so I wasn't dripping.
   I found Young Sister -- she was as bad (or good) off as I was.  We
wobbled home, got washed off a little and got into bed.  I had three
secondary climaxes on the way home and at least five minor ones after I got
into bed.  Talk about intense!
   Anyway, on Thursday everyone seemed to be avoiding talking to one
another.  They were so embarrassed.  The only one who talked with me was
Natalie, and she chattered away as if nothing spectacular had happened. 
She did ask if Young Sister or I had hurt ourselves or anything, but since
we hadn't, she didn't even comment on how we'd behaved.
   I had this sneaking suspicion she know a lot more than she was saying,
but I didn't press it.  I did ask, "Who's Toro you talked about?  Is he the
same Cojones del Toro and Warrior-Heart everyone is saying saved you?"
   "Yep.  The one and the same!  My warrior!  He's such a stud!  Man, Bob
and I love each other to pieces, and every time I'm around him I get hard
and wet -- but when Toro shows up, my stud-sensors..." she rubbed her
nipples casually -- "go into alert.  Yowsah!  He found a really sweet girl
Monday, and now they're a real item!
   "Turns out his girlfriend has an older brother -- now talk about
super-studs!  Right after the sex bomb, Bob and I found Toro and Janet. 
Bob had just picked Janet up off the floor when Steven showed up.  Steven
-- he's Janet's Big Brother -- was ready to take on the whole school if
Janet was in trouble!  Fortunately he recognized Bob, so it wasn't an
issue.
   "All Steven wanted to do was help his younger sister.  We managed to get
her home, Steven and I got her in the shower and into bed."
   She whispered in my ear, "I know you're a zipper-lip like Steven. 
Steven, Janet and I all got naked in the bathroom getting Janet cleaned up.
The poor guy wasn't quite sure what to do with two naked ladies, but he was
a perfect gentleman.  How many guys do you know would behave really, really
nice around a couple naked women?  Gentleman -- and a stud!  My
stud-sensors were red-lined the whole time!"
   Natalie bumped into someone and stopped whispering.  She'd run into a
guy with golden hair.  She seemed to know him and introduced us.  I caught
"Steven," "really good friend" and "perfect gentlemen" when he took my hand
and looked into my eyes.  I was totally lost in him.
   He said something about my eyes, ocean-blue and losing his heart inside
me -- it almost didn't register.  All I felt was *him,* as if he'd gone
right past the happy-girl facade I'd been wearing for months and had looked
into my deepest heart.
   All I could think about was this must be Natalie's gentleman, and he
seemed to admire me -- not my boobs or ass -- me!  He didn't look anywhere
but in my eyes!  My nipples went into high-pressure mode and my pussy
quivered and spewed pussy water like I was on the edge.  I so hoped he
didn't want just to fuck me and brag about it -- and prayed I could have a
hope of being even a little bit happy with a man.
   I didn't have the vaguest recollection of what we'd said.  All I know
when I stumbled away in a daze was we'd agreed to meet that night at 7:00
so he could "get to know better the most valuable treasure of Burbank," me!
   When I got home, I cried in Mama's arms for the longest time.  Young
Sister (she's almost fourteen) tried to comfort me too, but I didn't really
know what I was crying about.
   Did I cry happy tears because there was the slight possibility of some
hope for the future?  Or did I cry sad tears because those assholes had
ruined my life forever?  I didn't know.  I just cried while Mama told me
there were good men in the world.  There was Papa, Bob and Big Dave who
were good -- surely there must be others.
   They finally settled me down enough so I could take a little nap.  Mama
wakened me gently about 5:30 so I could dress and have a bit to eat before
I left to meet Steven.
   I wore a dress Natalie had said really showed me to my best advantage.
It was a simple, flowered dress I was very comfortable in.  I knew it would
have been a mistake to wear the "normal" date-clothes of my old school --
tight top with the neck showing boobs to the nipples and short-shorts
showing the bottom of my ass.
   I choked something down.  We were to meet at the Starbucks at First and
Palm at 7:00.  I was in such a daze Young Sister insisted on escorting me
there so I didn't get lost.
   Fresh start!  Please, a fresh start!
   Steven *was* there!  Young Sister gave me a push towards him and
whispered, "Be yourself, Sis."
   When Steven saw me, his eyes lit up like beacon fires, and his smile
would have melted a statue.  He was happy to meet *me!*
   He took my hand again, looked in my eyes, and we lost ourselves in each
other.  I don't know now long we roamed each other's hearts feeling content
to be together, but the next I knew we were walking down First Street
holding hands and chatting casually like good friends.
   We talked about school, of course.  Somehow, we never got on the subject
of my previous school or any boyfriends or girlfriends; it was as if we
knew it was an area for a different time.  And somehow I knew I was his
first date with a "real lady," as he put it.
   We talked a bit about Natalie.  I told him, "She was my first friend
here.  She seemed determined I get adjusted."
   He smiled a little.  "I met her formally for the first time yesterday. I
think we'll be good friends." He looked at me and his eyes seemed to say,
_"Natalie's nice but you, my Lady Lucia, light my heart on fire and fill my
very soul with joy."_
   We talked a little about the sex bomb; he'd been caught up in it too,
like everyone else.  If it had happened at my old school, the guy would be
leering at me and telling me *he* could make me come even harder than that.
Assholes!
   Steven just laughed about it.  "Someone was having a real good time
somewhere, and it just slipped out.  Man, it was a rush!  You've seen those
big pile-drivers where they're widening the road at Burbank Boulevard,
right?" I had.
   "It was like one of those was inside me, hammering my fluids out.  Wham!
Wham!  Wham!  My gonads were aching so bad I could barely walk.  They ached
all last night and most of the day today.  _But I lost all thought of pain
when I met you, Lucia.  Any pain is trivial beside the joy you make me
feel."_
   I told him how Natalie had helped me and how she had left as soon as she
could to help her friends.  Another guy would have leered at me and asked
pointed questions about what I'd done -- Steven just said, "Natalie's like
that; so are all the rest of the Inner Circle."
   Several times, I stopped and cried a little bit, maybe to let some of
the old grief out.  I hadn't cried when those guys had fucked me and dumped
me.  I hadn't cried when the entire school had whispered about me.  But I
cried now because Steven seemed to tell me, _"I don't care what happened to
you, my lovely Lucia.  You fill me like no other person can, and I want so
much for you to be happy."_
   He held me gently while I cried, not trying to say anything but hugged
me very lightly every once in a while and put soft kisses on my hair.  He
didn't ask why I cried, but once I was done, he took my hand again, and we
walked once more.
   He walked me home later; we lived four blocks from the school.  Before
we got to my door, he stopped us and took my hand in both of his.
   He asked, "Lady Lucia, could you find it in your heart to see me again
tomorrow evening?  Perhaps around 6:00 for some dinner?"
   He gave me an impish grin.  "I'll wear a fresh shirt for you to cry on."
   I nodded yes as fast as I could -- he kissed my hand and told me, "I
won't sleep tonight nor will I hear anything in school tomorrow because my
heart will be full of you and the happiness you're bringing to me."
   He gently insisted on coming in and meeting my parents.  I'm proud of
them, but Papa had been really suspicious of most white guys since my last
school.  One of those guys had been white.
   But somehow he persuaded me, so I took him in.  Mama was in the kitchen
and stood up when we came in.  When I introduced them, he bowed slightly to
her.
   He told her sincerely, "I can see where Lucia gets her beauty.  It still
shines from you."
   He won Mama's heart right then.  He said, "You are Italian are you not?"
Mama's ancestors had been Italian before there was an Italy and she was
proud, proud of it.
   She admitted to being Italian, and Steven asked her family's name.  When
she told him, he seemed to go distant for a moment then asked her, "If I'm
not mistaken, there were two brothers who assisted Michelangelo throughout
his life.  Was that your family?"
   It was Mama's pride!  He'd hit it exactly!  Mama was so excited he would
know that, she almost cried.
   Papa stalked in with a suspicious stare.  I introduced them, and Steven
choked out in Spanish so bad even Papa had to smile a little, "I am honored
to meet the father of such a wonderful lady as Lucia and the husband of a
lady of such a distinguished family."
   Steven slapped himself in the head!  "Sonora!  I should have known
immediately.  Are you the California Spanish Sonoras?  The ones who earned
the land grants for loyalty and courage?" He named off several grants and
the dates they were granted.
   Now that was *Papa*'s pride!  Yes, the Sonoras had been having hard
times the past few generations, but our line went back hundreds of years.
   He thawed immediately.  Steven and he bowed while Steven told him (plain
old English this time), "I see now where your daughter gets the fire in her
heart to meet adversity without flinching.  I am indeed *twice* honored."
   He took his leave.  Mama, Papa and I just sat down and looked at each
other, stunned.  Then the questions started.
   "How did you meet him?"
   "My friend Natalie -- the Brain Trust."
   "What did you talk about tonight?"
   "Very minor things.  I mostly cried on his shirt."
   "Did he ask you why?"
   "No, the only thing which seemed to matter was that I was grieving, and
that he could help."
   Papa said, "Lucia, he seems so right for you."
   I cried again; this time they were happy tears because there *was* hope
for me.
   ------
   VALERIE (Wednesday 12/7)
   I slept all evening and night.  I kept having nice dreams about sex and
Pat holding me then I'd drift off again.
   Pat's my best friend; our families had lived close to each other the
past six or so years.  We're both only-children, and we just gravitated
towards each other.
   We're both pretty smart and ended up in the same classes most of the
time.  We studied together and hung out together, too, since we had a lot
of the same interests.
   When we hit puberty together just before we turned thirteen, it didn't
change our relationship at all.  If anything, we had a lot of fun with it
to help ease us through the literal growing pains.
   When I got my first period, Pat was the one who comforted me when the
cramps were bad.  He did research on the Internet and learned how to
massage my uterus to help reduce the cramps; it had some *very* nice
side-effects.  Nice man!  Prrrr!
   We were both flooded with those puberty hormones, there was no doubt
about it.  We learned how to masturbate in the first month and told each
other all about it.
   We lived next door to each other in mirror-image apartments, and our
bedrooms shared a common wall.  We got our beds against the wall and
devised a tap-code to "talk" with each other (actually, just for grins, we
learned Morse Code).  If one of us was ready to "get down," we'd tap out a
code then the other might (99% of the time) join in.  Erotic and fun at the
same time.
   We did a lot of research on the Internet about what was going on with
us. We learned a hell of a lot more that way than what they taught us in
Health.
   I couldn't get a rise out of Pat no matter how hard I'd tease him.  I'd
point out a sweet young thang and ask, "How'd you like to get in her
pants?"
   He'd grin at me and tell me, "They wouldn't fit."
   Yeh, we always were horny but knew it was the hormones and didn't worry
about it.  We were boyfriend/girlfriend, and yet it didn't seem quite right
yet to start a sexual relationship.
   We'd discussed it, too.  Most guys I'd heard talking were interested
only in the sex part.  Pat and I were different; I guess probably because
we knew each other so well.
   "That part will come when it does," he told me several times.  "You're
*always* number one on my list."
   I'd feel all quivery and lovey-dovey inside then find another
opportunity to flash my new boobs at him.  Hell, they and my rib cage grew
so damn fast over the summer I couldn't wear the same bra for more than a
couple of weeks!  I ended up either not wearing one (easier to flash him!)
or wore a sports bra.  I only went through three sports bras over the
summer.
   ------
   (Thursday 12/8)
   Pat and I got together to go to school Thursday morning.  When we got
outside in the hallway, I gave him my best hug and a kiss on the cheek.
   "Thanks for taking care of me yesterday, Pat," I told him.  I leered at
him and asked, "Did you enjoy what you saw?"
   He grinned back at me.  "I don't remember much of what I saw, Val, but I
do know you're lovely.  My mind was more on hoping I wouldn't drop you on
your head and hoping you weren't hurt too badly."
   Oh, God.  He really is a sweetie.  I'd checked in the morning and sure
enough, my hymen was now a couple little flaps of skin.  Sore, sure, but I
swabbed a little aloe vera on it and let it be.
   ------
   NATALIE (Thursday afternoon 12/8)
   Bob dragged me home right after school.  He told me, "Okay, Apprentice,
we need to check out the plumbing underneath the house so we know how much
of what to get."
   Grungies again.  Bob _looked_ inside my grungy shirt and made me put on
a sports bra.  "We're going to be crawling in the dirt, and we want those
sweet things up snug and tight so they don't catch on stuff."
   He handed me what looked like a hard plastic bra.  "Athletic breast
protector.  I guessed at the size." He'd guessed pretty good, probably used
his Sorcerer's Grip spread to measure.  I felt like Princess Leah in her
brass bra but managed to get it on.
   I felt ridiculous, but Bob told me, "Better to look and feel a little
'funny' than to nurse scrapes and cuts.  I'm wearing a hard athletic cup
myself; I've dragged my balls across too many stones and nails before."
   He ensured I had my hair done up tightly underneath a bandana and made
me put on the work gloves, goggles and a dust mask.  "If you thought we got
dirty Monday, you ain't seen nothin' yet."
   He handed me a flashlight and pointed out this ridiculously-small
grating in the foundation.  "That's where we go in!" He pulled the grate
off and crawled in.
   I learned to appreciate my breast protector in the first minute.  I
snagged my bust on a small rock buried in the dust -- without the
protector, I probably would have had a deep scratch across my right nipple.
Ouch!  Even to think of it.
   We crawled, slithered and squirmed.  In some places we had several feet
of clearance and in others, a *lot* less.  There was so much dust we had to
keep wiping our goggles off.  We looked at pipes running around, and we
figured out which ones were running to Mom and Don's bathroom and which to
the kitchen, laundry and our bathroom.
   Bob told me, "I don't see any leaking and the water pressure in your
folk's bathroom seems fine, so we'll let that run there stay.  We'll put
insulation around the hot-water pipes for efficiency."
   He showed me where the new heater would tap in and how we would isolate
the older heater to feed only Mom's and Don's bathroom.  We talked valves,
tubing elbows, straps and all sorts of stuff.  By the time we crawled back
out, I even understood what we were gonna do!
   We were both filthy!  Yeh, we girls tend to use the word fairly loosely,
but we were.  Bob was gray from head to toe, so I knew I was the same. 
Every place on my clothes I touched billowed dust, and I felt it all over
my face.
   Mom glanced out the back door and laughed.  "You two look like you've
been working in the mines for a week.  You're *not* coming in the house
that way!"
   Bob did some magic with a Y-adapter and a couple lengths of garden hose
to the hot water heater and an outside cold-water faucet (I even knew which
pipe fed it!), so we got warm water out of the hose.
   Our back yard was very private, so we stripped down.  Bob was gray
inside all his clothes, too, and everything I could see on my body was
covered with dirt.
   We shook out our clothes as best we could -- more dust clouds -- then
took off our goggles and dust masks and sprayed each other down with warm
water.  Bob coiled up the hoses.  He told me, "We'll be under there again
pretty soon, so we may as well leave them."
   We patted off a bit with some very old towels and walked nekkid through
the kitchen to my bathroom.  Mom watched Bob glide by, and I heard her
gasp. Yeh, I think he looks great, too!
   We did a full shower with mutual hair-washing.  We watched the water
change from brown finally to clear.  Dirt!
   Bob dried my hair while we watched ourselves in the mirror.  My pussy
flooded and my boobs came up hard and tight within a few minutes.  Bob
grinned at me from behind and pushed his Wand into my butt crack.  "Now if
we only had a few minutes longer, you could bend over the counter, and we
could watch your beautiful breasts bounce as we palpitated your perfect
pussy."
   Shit!  Yes!  However, we had to content ourselves with molesting Miss
Clitty enough for a nice sweet one while we finished drying my hair.  Yeh,
looking at ourselves was both fun and tremendously exciting.
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   ELIZABETH (Thursday evening 12/8)
   Bob called me at lunchtime and told me he'd managed to convince two more
couples they needed dancing lessons.  All right!  Four couples!  I'd
invited Ana and Don and they were really happy about it.
   Bob was already here when two of the couples showed up.  One pair they
obviously knew -- two young teenagers who appeared superbly self-confident.
The other couple was in their mid-thirties and looked remarkably like the
teenagers.
   It turned out they were the un-related parents of the un-related
teenagers.  Henry, the young man, said to me, "I can see how Bob turned out
so handsome.  He must have gotten his good looks from his father, because
you still have *all* of yours." Funny, he didn't look Irish.
   His dad, Blake, wasn't much better.  "Wow!  With a dance instructor like
you, I'll probably need lots of intensive personal coaching." Shit. 
Everyone Bob comes up with seems to be a charmer.
   Louise and her daughter Janet were only a bit less outrageous,
complimenting my house and my son.  Well, I think we'll get along okay
together.
   Natalie, Ana and Don came piling in.  We had yet another round of
introductions; when Natalie came to Blake she fanned her chest and said,
"Warning!  Stud Alert!  Warning!"
   She grinned at him and announced, "All right ladies.  Beware!  There are
now four studs on the loose in this room!  Blake, it's plain to see how
Henry got to be such a winner!"
   She pretended to study Louise for a moment.  "Mrs.  Adams, if you don't
watch it, he'll try to get your drawers off."
   She smiled back at Natalie, "It's Louise; both Blake and I are single
and I don't worry about my drawers."
   Janet bounced over.  "Yeh, Natalie.  I think Blake is some sort of
sorcerer like Bob.  Every time he's around, Mom's underwear vanishes."
   Louise blushed only a little when Blake gave her a fake lecherous leer.
I think there's something going on there.
   I rounded them up and gave them my introductory lecture.  "Ladies and
gentlemen, ballroom dancing is both an art form and an athletic sport.
   "It's an art form because it communicates love and romance, and it's an
athletic sport because it can be physically demanding and, in competition,
requires standard routines much like figure skating used to be.
   "I'll warn you right now, besides the art and the athleticism, this kind
of dancing tends to be legalized public foreplay.  We switch partners
frequently in group ballroom.
   "Lady's nipples get hard and their pussies wet.  Men get erections.  If
you and your partner like each other, as most partners do, you'll probably
end up having lots of fun after the dance.
   "But since we do switch partners frequently, especially during training,
if you don't think you can tolerate your partner's arousal pressed up
against a relative stranger of the opposite sex, don't even think of trying
it."
   I saw both Henry and Janet eyeing the older ladies and men -- and
licking their lips in anticipation.  The adults were eyeing the opposite
sex, too and not minding at all what they saw.
   "We have a relatively decent range of heights, so we'll be going over
the differences when you dance with a partner of a different height.
   "There's an old Chinese proverb which says, 'Short man who dance with
tall woman deserves bust in mouth.'
   "It is true to a degree.  Ballroom dancers, like other groups, have
developed a fairly simple moral code.
   "Men, if you're shorter than your female partner, drooling on their
cleavage or their dress is a major faux pas.
   "Women who are a *lot* shorter than their male partners are not
permitted to tease their partner's sexual organs with their busts or
mouths.
   "Grabbing your partner's butt is tolerated but only in good taste.  Men,
trying to introduce your fingers to the lady's Promised Land is definitely
frowned upon.
   "Kissing is appropriate when used to communicate emotions.
   "Leaving hickeys on your partner's body is especially frowned upon. 
Ballroom dancing is an art form, not fornicating in the back seat."
   That said, we got started.  Bob and Natalie, I knew, were superb
students.  I soon learned each of the other couples were almost as quick.
Bob really comes up with them!
   Even when I had them switch partners frequently, they adapted within a
step or two and afterwards seemed to be perfectly coordinated.
   I soon learned young Henry and Janet were little scamps.  They were both
about five feet tall, which was fine in itself, but as they switched
partners, they exaggeratedly tried to get shorter or taller.
   When Henry got matched up with Natalie, he bent his knees to get
shorter. Every once in a while he'd get his head down to her bust and
snuggle in.
   Natalie would absent-mindedly smack him and he'd straighten up.  Finally
it became so overt she laughed and explained to the rest of us, "The second
time I saw Henry, within a minute he was checking out what cleavage I have
with his nose.  I don't think he got a good enough smell."
   Henry announced, "It smells wonderful!" and tried to dive in again.
   When he and Janet were together, it was obvious to us all they were
totally in love.  They seemed to share both bodies as one and they looked
at each other with so much love it almost hurt.
   Henry tried to get shorter and Janet smacked him.  "Toro, you don't have
to dance like a dork to get my boobs in your mouth.  After all, we spent
all last night that way."
   Hmm.  Now therein lays a tale.
   Turned out they were all interested, so we scheduled the same time for
next Tuesday.  I went over drills and exercises as I had done with Bob and
Natalie and we were all happy campers.
   
  
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