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 The Coven Part 1 By Kelly Slimspank KellySlimspank@Googlemail.com
   copyright 2008 by Kelly Slimspank, all rights reserved
   * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit
depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are not of a legal
age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not
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   If you looked into his eyes you'd drown.  One glance was enough to be
sucked into the whirlpool of a dreamy eternity, and while there he would
cast his unconscious magic on you.  Your knees would go weak; your
heart-rate increase; your breathing would speed up; and blood would flow to
places that slumbered - warm gooey places that you little understood.
   If he blinked, or slid his eyes aside you might escape to notice his
upturned nose, his soft downy cheeks turning to the colour of dawn; his
full pink pouting lips.  If your will was strong enough you might be able
to pull your vision back further: to appreciate his athletic thirteen year
old body.  If he took his shirt off, which he rarely did these days, you
would see a handsome chest and well sculpted tummy muscles, punctuated by
the less mesmeric whirlpool of his tummy button.  This fine sculpture
rested on two firmly toned berry tanned legs; forged in football, cycling,
and dashing urgently from one boyish exploit to another.
   All the girls adored him, but none had been able to win him.  Talking to
him was like talking to a tongue-tied goat: all blushes and bleating.  But
still they tried to break through his shield of "Urrrr girls!"
   David turned his deep brown eyes on his best friend.  Tom, who wasn't
immune, dropped his gaze slightly to the light freckles that framed David's
nose.
   "No way!" said David.
   "Way!" said Tom.
   "No bloody way!" said David.
   "Yes bloody way!" said Tom emphatically.
   "But I thought she was still in the doghouse" said David with genuine
surprise.
   "Yup, and that's the point.  You shouldn't have told!" rebuked Tom.
   "I didn't mean to, Mr Crawley asked right out.  What could I say?" asked
David hoping for some sympathy.
   "Tell that to Helen" said Tom, feeling unable to offer any better
advice.
   "What 's she gonna do?" asked David sounding apprehensive now.
   "Don't know.  All I know is Sarah told me Helen was gunning for you, and
she was going to get you good" said Tom.
   "What would she know?" asked David "Why would Helen tell her anything?"
   "Search me.  Ask Sarah, or better still Helen" suggested Tom.
   "Nah, better steer clear...  I mean...  if she's mad" said David.
   "Bit late for that" said Tom, as Helen, and five other girls approached;
Sarah amongst them.  David looked up as his sunlight was blocked and he
fell into shadow.
   "You'd best scarper" Helen said to Tom.  There was something menacing
about this group.  Tom gave David a quick look of sympathy and hurried
away. Sarah grinned wickedly; unused to seeing her twin brother do as he
was told.
   David rose to his feet as well; hoping to be able to saunter off coolly,
and avoid any unpleasant confrontation.
   "Oh no you don't" said Helen putting a firm hand on his shoulder "We
want words with you!"
   There was something in her tone that sent a chill down David's spine. 
He looked around quickly.  The school playground was busy; children ran
about laughing and playing; Mrs Prior patrolled with a whistle.  David
relaxed a little; they wouldn't cause any trouble here.
   "What's up Helen?" he asked, raising his eyes to hers.
   Helen slid her eyes aside, not wanting to be trapped; she stepped a
little closer.  The other girls circled David; standing close; too close.
David began to feel very nervous.  He had no idea what they were up to, and
he didn't really want to speculate; he just wanted to leave.
   He felt Helen's hand slide into the left hand pocket of his black school
trousers.  As the shock of that registered he felt Sarah's hand descend
similarly into his right.  This warm closeness; this intimate contact,
stunned him momentarily.  The girls' hands didn't stay there for long, and
David allowed himself to breathe again when they retreated.  In his state
of shock he didn't notice that they had pulled his pockets inside out. 
With the white cotton material hanging out of his trousers on both sides
like incongruous ears, Helen brought a small pair of scissors to bear.  She
quickly snipped the bottom off his pocket.  David looked down in time to
see Sarah do the same on the other side.
   "What are you doing?" he asked, perplexed by this bizarre ritual.
   "You'll see" said Helen with a grin.  David wasn't exactly comforted by
her words but at least she was smiling.
   With care, and even with what felt like tenderness, the two girls folded
David's pockets back in his trousers.  Their hands though continued
downwards, and now the bottoms of his pockets were gone, they slid down
onto the bare flesh of his thighs inside his trousers.
   "Christ!" yelped David "Get off!" He tried to pull back away from the
girls but they had him surrounded.
   A distance away, Mrs Prior had sensed something of a commotion, and she
looked over at the odd grouping.  She couldn't see the girls' hands in
David's pockets, but she did see David surrounded by a group of girls
looking shocked.  They were leaning in to him and Helen was saying
something.  'Telling him some girl or other fancies him I expect, and
trying to find out if the feeling was reciprocated before reporting back to
the love struck fool' she thought.  She sighed, "Oh to be young again" she
said quietly before moving off to patrol the other side of the building.
   Helen and Sarah brought their hands across David's thighs and to the
front of his boxers.  Helen found his dormant penis and squeezed it gently.
   "What the fuck!  Get the hell off me you pervert!" shouted David,
beginning to struggle now.
   "Do you want the whole school to know we're feeling you up?" asked
Helen, growing just a little bit nervous herself.  The awesome reality of
what Helen said suddenly sank in.  He stopped struggling; his body sagged.
   "We could tell everyone what it felt like, how big it was" threatened
Helen.
   "Or how small" said Sarah with a giggle.
   The other girls giggled too, jealous they hadn't had a chance to feel
him up too, but they knew the full horror of Helen's plan, and were happy
to wait their turn.
   David's face turned bright red, and he felt tears coming to his eyes. 
Determined not to cry in front of the girls he steeled himself; held his
breath.  As Helen massaged his most private part, Sarah stroked a cool hand
across his legs.  Humiliation swept though David as he felt his penis begin
to stiffen.
   "That's better David" said Helen "I want you to remember how this feels.
I want to see your little stiffy poking your trousers out all afternoon."
   David gulped; took a deep breath, but as much as he battled with his
feelings the shame was just too great: tears began to roll down his cheeks.
   Satisfied that David had achieved his full potential Helen withdrew her
hand.  Sarah lingered a little longer, and as soon as she saw Helen pull
her hand from David's pocket she seized his erection for herself.  Through
the cotton of his boxer shorts it felt warm and smooth; she rubbed it just
a little, and reluctantly she too withdrew her hand.
   "From this day forth, little David" said Helen placing her lips close to
his ear "You will only ever wear trousers with bottomless pockets.  And you
will no longer be allowed to wear any pants.  So, starting tomorrow you
come to school commando style."
   Helen punctuated her instructions with little pats on David's rosy
cheeks.
   With a flurry of excited giggles the cheerful smiling girls dispersed
leaving David stood, trousers embarrassingly tented, staring blankly into
space: trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
   
  
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