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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 12 of 44
Summary: Rachel's spiral of arousal and embarrassment continues with
school pride day.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Coach Ron wasn't used to such strong thunderstorms.  At his apartment he
had the TV tuned to an emergency weather station and kept up with the
reports as he studied the USSA rule book.  The victorious vote in the
school board meeting today was still fresh in his mind.  It meant he was
truly free to run his program however he chose.  The compromise with the
uniforms was a small price to pay.
   While went over his list of team members a thought came to him.  It was
so perfect; he thought maybe he really was turning into a crazy genius.  As
best as he could judge every person on the list already had a uniform that
met the criteria of the compromise; except one.  Rather than issue all new
uniforms he could just have everyone keep their current uniform.  Then he
wouldn't have to order a bunch more and would only have to modify that one.
   He pictured Rachel wearing her `uniform' which presented every inch of
her perfect body.  Of course it wasn't a real uniform she had been issued.
It was a swim accessory kit designed to be worn over a traditional
swimsuit. But she didn't know that.  And he wasn't about to let her in on
the secret.
   Coach Ron hated to modify anything about it, but he had already agreed.
At least her magnificent breasts would still be on display.  He smiled at
that victory.  The question then was how to comply with the board ruling
while keeping the changes and the suit to a minimum.
   He knew just the person who could help.  He picked up the phone and
called his buddy at the swim supply company.  He explained the situation
and the events of the school board meeting.  Then he talked about his star
swimmer and how she thought she had been issued a real uniform.  He asked
if there would be any way to modify the uniform to meet the requirements of
the compromise.
   His buddy thought for a moment, "I think I have just the thing.  It's
not really swimming related, so I will have to make a few modifications to
it first.  Can you email me a picture of your team mascot?  Good.  I'll
overnight it as soon as I get done.  You owe me more than a beer though. 
You have got to send me some pictures of this girl!"
   Coach Ron agreed then said "That was a nice touch sending me the wrong
warm-ups.  You wouldn't believe what some of the kids wore to class!  I'm
sending them back to you tomorrow.  No rush on getting me the right ones."
He thanked his buddy again then hung up and went to find a logo to email...
   Rachel checked the lock on the bathroom door for the hundredth time
before lowering her naked body into the water.  **It's just a normal
bath**. She was convinced the bate session Ellie had prepared for her was
not going to happen.  Because she was already clean from the rain shower
outside there wasn't much for her to do but play with the bubbles.  She
wanted to give up and go back to Ellie's room, but was afraid of
interrupting Ellie in the middle of her own gratification.  Every creak of
the house made Rachel jump.  She felt like she was doing something dirty.
She had to force each muscle group to relax one at a time.
   After nothing happened for ten minutes, Rachel dared to reach her hand
between her legs.  "OOOOAAAAAHHHH", a lusty moan escaped her lips and
echoed on the bathroom tiles.
   The noise was loud; too loud.  Everyone in the house would have heard
it. She had to stop.  She urged her hand to let go of her mound but it
wouldn't budge.  She sent her other hand down there to retrieve it, but
that hand only joined in the action forcing another loud moan out of her.
This time her outburst was masked by a thunderclap.
   Shockwaves of delight coursed through her body.  Rachel could do nothing
but hang on as her hormones took over.  Only her large breasts broke
through the surface of the bathwater.  They rose up like miniature
mountains.  Her glistening nipples strained toward the sky demanding more
attention.  She obliged.  Her skin was slippery from the soapy water.  She
squealed with every tweak.
   She thought about the water jet as a finger slipped inside her and
started stroking.  This time she didn't conceal her outburst.  She
couldn't. Her body would not cooperate.  There were going to be more moans
and maybe even screams of ecstasy before she was done, but her capacity for
caution was gone.  The thunder mixed with her grunts of pleasure and echoed
around the room.  Her left hand roamed her body for a few minutes while her
right hand continued to work its magic between her legs.
   **Come on Rachel
   She was an out of control freight train approaching the top of a
mountain.  This peak would finally bring her the release she desperately
needed.  Every stroke pounded like a knock in her head.
   **Rachel, open up, girl
   She was as open as she had ever been.  One finger was not enough so
another one slipped in.  The bath water churned from her effort and
splashed onto the floor.  Rachel was getting close.  Her moans were
unrestrained now.  They mixed with the knocking rhythm and the roaring
thunder outside to create an erotic symphony.
   **knock, knock, knock, knock...Rachel
   "KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.  Open the door Rachel.  We have to go."
   Ellie stood outside the bathroom door knocking, but heard nothing from
within except rapturous cries.  She gave up and grabbed the key from above
the frame and unlocked the door.  She walked in to see Rachel furiously
pleasuring herself.  The girl was oblivious to her surroundings.  Her whole
body was straining to reach what had been beyond its grasp for so long. 
Ellie hated to interrupt, but it was critically important.  She called
Rachel's name but got no response.  She had no choice but to pry the girl's
hand away from her sex and pull her out of the water.
   Rachel opened her eyes to see Ellie standing over her pulling on her
arm. Ellie's lips were moving, but Rachel was delirious with arousal and
didn't understand the words.  She was being pulled out of the bath right at
the crescendo of the best bate session of her life.  Her clouded mind
cleared enough to hear Ellie say something about the storm.  Rachel didn't
understand.  She only knew Ellie was trying to pull her into the hall.
   "...and it's coming this way.  We've got to get to the safe room."
   **Safe room?
   Rachel was still confused.  Right now, nothing could be more urgent than
her impending orgasm.  She had just enough sense to grab a towel as Ellie
dragged her out of the bathroom toward the stairs.  Then the tornado sirens
went off.
   Another crash of lightning and the power went out.  Now Rachel stopped
struggling and acquiesced to Ellie's instructions.  Ellie was holding her
hand leading her down the dark staircase.  Rachel's pussy pounded with
every heartbeat.  She was so close.  The fear of the storm mixed with her
arousal to pummel her nerves as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
   The pitch black only added to the surreal nature of the situation. 
Rachel squeezed her boob and whimpered as they walked.  Her body wasn't
convinced this was real, and it wanted to finish.  As they rounded a corner
the girls were blinded by a flashlight.
   Ellie's family was waiting for them outside the safe room.  Her father
grew up in tornado alley and insisted on having one installed when they
moved here.  As Rachel started to piece together what was happening, her
mind told her stop pleasuring herself and put the towel on.  That's when
she realized it was only a hand towel.  When she held it over her boobs it
hung down to the top of her pussy lips.  It was too small to wrap around
her.
   The safe room was built to withstand even the most powerful tornado.  It
was 3 feet wide by 6 feet long and made of steel reinforced concrete. 
Rachel and Ellie were herded inside followed by Ellie's brothers.  Mom and
dad came in last and latched the heavy door closed.  Old Uncle Herbert was
already sitting in his wheelchair at the very back.  The only light came
from Ellie's brothers' flashlights which spent most of their time pointed
at Rachel's body.
   The room was not designed to hold 7 people, at least not for very long.
The cramped quarters forced Rachel to straddle the foot rests of Uncle
Herbert's wheelchair facing away from him.  She held the towel tight over
her front and knew her naked bottom was being shoved in his face, but there
was no where else to stand.  Every time the pressing group ahead of her
shifted, it pushed her closer to Uncle Herbert.  Any closer and she would
lose her balance and end up in his lap.
   Ellie stood in front of her.  She was wearing some boy short style
panties and a matching lace bra.  In front of Ellie's brothers was her mom;
on the phone constantly.  She was communicating with nearby friends and
relatives to make sure everyone was safe.  Ellie's dad was in front
fiddling with an emergency weather radio.  He kept saying, "I told you this
room would come in handy someday.  I should really be out there, you know."
He kept threatening to open the door and get a good look at the storm as it
roared overhead.  But he had to make do with the radio and phone accounts
from his wife.
   They spent the next hour in the safe room.  Rachel's heart pounded for
the first 15 minutes thinking she might have just survived a tornado. 
There was no privacy in the cell, so she couldn't ask Ellie about her bate
session.  She guessed by Ellie's clean underwear that she had finished. 
Her own hand towel was woefully inadequate as cover.  The boys seemed to
make a game out of shining at her exposed body parts.  One tiny towel and
two flashlights meant it was a game Rachel couldn't win.  That she couldn't
shift positions wasn't helping either.  The only place to stand was with
her feet apart directly over Uncle Herbert.  That turned out to be the
worst part.  She yelped the first time she felt a rough hand goose her
inner thigh.  She twisted away as best she could and slapped his hand down.
Uncle Herbert was probably crazy, but even senile old men know what to do
when a nubile teenager's naked body is shoved in their face.
   Either he forgot or just didn't care, but every few minutes Uncle
Herbert would reach up again and cop a feel when Rachel was least expecting
it.  Every time she twisted away or tried to fight his hands, her towel
would slip and expose something to the boys.
   One such effort made her lose her grip on the towel and it fluttered to
the ground.  She had to bend over to retrieve it giving Uncle Albert the
sight of his life.  Humiliating did not even begin to describe it.  Rachel
hated to admit it, but the peep show for Ellie's brothers and Uncle
Herbert's probing hands kept her aroused the whole time.  By the time it
was over she was as horny as ever, but spent mentally.  Masturbation was
the last thing on her mind...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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