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Sam - Part 5

by Samantha K
(FF, MF, tort, exhib, size, viol)
[comments welcome: SamanthaK(at)fastmail.fm]

Sunday morning came and almost went while we slept.  It was very
late when I pried my eyes open to see Neeka's face lying on the
same pillow, her nose almost touching mine.  I watched her as she
slept and was again overcome with feelings of love for her.  Our
bodies were still intertwined, so I could not move without waking
her, not that I wished to do so.  I was content to lie there and
watch her sleep, feeling her soft breath on me and enjoying the
sight of her lovely face.

As I watched her, I thought about how close we had become and how
our special psychic bond made our relationship unique.  I
remembered our long series of shared orgasms and how we had
achieved them through nothing more than holding each other and
thinking about how turned on we were.  I remembered how she had
helped me come to an understanding of my innermost self and
accept myself warts and all, as she had accepted me. I remembered
how she had jumped and cheered for me when I given my perfect
performance.  I remembered how she had put her life in my hands
and trusted me to save her.  I was lying there, glowing with love
for her when she opened her eyes and looked into mine.

"Oh wow!" she said.  "That definitely beats an alarm clock every
day of the week."  Then she kissed me and I felt the same love
returned to me.  I don't know how long we lay there, holding each
other and broadcasting love to each other in every way possible.
It came to an end when we heard a loud growl coming from under
the covers.

"Your stomach or mine?" she asked.  "Or a lion that got loose
under the covers?"

"I can't tell.  But I think we better feed it soon, before it
gets mean."

Normally, two girls in one bathroom at the same time is a recipe
for conflict, but we had no trouble coordinating our movements. 
We showered together and had a delightful time soaping and
washing each other.  I couldn't think of a spot before she had a
washcloth on it and I did the same for her.  I couldn't read her
thoughts as she did mine, but I could feel what she felt and I
knew exactly where to rub and how hard.  It felt like we were one
person with four arms and legs.  

I shaved for both of us and I honestly lost track of whose leg
was whose.  I almost removed her pubic hair before I remembered
that hers was red and mine was blonde and she kept a strip of
hers and I shaved mine completely.  I asked why she didn't let it
grow, since it was such a beautiful red bush.  She told me that I
could do anything I wanted with it if I wanted to take care of it
for her.  I told her I wanted it to be a heart and that I would
take care of the maintenance.  She thought that both were
wonderful ideas.

Since she had not brought any clean clothes to wear and none of
mine would fit her; we decided to wear nightgowns to breakfast. 
I put on my sheer baby doll with the open front and the
micro-thong.  She wore a set in sheer white lace with a tie-top
and a pair of boy-shorts that were almost too tight on her.  We
thought we were a couple of knock-outs.

On our way downstairs we peeked in on the boys, hoping to find
out who slept with whom, but their rooms were empty.  We looked
into Bambi's room, but it was vacant too.  Apparently we were the
slugabeds this morning.

An advantage to being the last ones downstairs was that we were
able to make a grand entrance.  As we walked into the breakfast
room, we strutted and posed like models.  The reaction was all we
could have wanted.

As soon as we walked in, the room became quiet as all eyes turned
to admire us.  My theory about clothes being sexier than nudity
got further confirmation from the admiring stares we got from
people who had already seen everything we had.  Bud and Jim
offered wolf-whistles to show their appreciation and Neeka
blushed so red that her freckles disappeared. 

We were the only ones who had 'dressed' for breakfast.  Lori and
Sara were wearing the boys' football jerseys.  They fit like
tents.  Both girls had to keep tugging the sleeves up to keep
them out of their food.  The boys had on t-shirts and shorts. 
Bambi and Fiona both wore knee-length bathrobes, so we couldn't
tell what, if anything, they had on.

Lori said to her sister, "Sara, can you imagine wearing something
like that to breakfast at home? 

"Dad would just die!" Sara answered.  "Mom would positively
freak!  Oh I wish we could.  Those are soooooo pretty." 

With the fashion show over, Neeka went over and kissed her mother
good morning.  This seemed like a good idea, so I kissed her too.
 I may have lingered a little long while doing it, but she didn't
seem to mind.

I kissed Bambi good morning, and Neeka had to follow suit.  All
this kissing seemed to start a fad, as Bud and Jim insisted on
being kissed by both of us and then we both kissed Lori and Sara
so they wouldn't feel left out.  While I was kissing Sara, I felt
her hand slide up my side and under my top where it came to rest
on my breast.  Wondering if this was going somewhere, I kept
kissing her and was rewarded with some tongue and a friendly
squeeze.  As the kiss broke, I slid my cheek against hers and my
mouth up to her ear where I did my best imitation of a cat
purring before I licked her earlobe.  She giggled and looked at
me like she wanted to get me alone.  I hoped it wasn't just to
talk.

We took places at the table and Bambi served us bacon, eggs, and
toast.  I must have been running behind on my calories because I
finished mine in record time and polished off two pieces of fruit
out of the bowl in the middle of the table before It occurred to
me to wonder if it was just for decoration or not.  Bambi saw me
stuffing my face and brought me a second helping of eggs and a
big glass of milk.  Only when I had put it all away, did I
realize how hungry I had been.  The kind of physical effort that
I was used to in gym class or cheerleading was nothing compared
to the energy I could burn doing mental control stuff.  I was
going to have to watch my diet as carefully as any diabetic to
avoid running my blood sugar dangerously low.  I wondered if any
of the comic book superheroes had to carry around a handbag full
of candy bars.  I pictured myself flying through the air with my
cape snapping in the wind, dropping candy wrappers behind me.  I
could be Super Litterbug.

Neeka snorted and milk dribbled out the corner of her mouth.  She
looked at me accusingly.  I shrugged and tried to look
apologetic.  We were either going to have to work out a way to
control our telepathy or I would have to learn to restrain my
sense of humor.

"Neeka?  Are you OK?", Mrs. Morgan asked.  She wasn't yet used to
the idea that conversations could be going on without her being
aware.  I sent her the same image with a short explanation.  She
laughed too, which confused everyone else at the table.  I
sighed.  There were a lot of very good reasons for not telling
everyone all the things I could do, but I could see that it was
going to be was very awkward and annoying to have to keep
thinking of cover stories and explanations all the time.

All during the meal, I noticed that Lori and Sara stared at our
lingerie as much as the boys did.  When we decided to show off,
we had not thought that we might be stirring up envy in our
friends and I was regretting doing it.  I took Bambi aside and
asked her if she might have some clothes that the Henderson's
could wear.

"I think I might be able to find something that would fit them,"
she said with a conspiratorial smirk.  I was just going to wash
the clothes they had on yesterday, but I like your idea better."

When she brought in refills on juice and coffee, she offered to
find Lori and Sara something more feminine than the jerseys they
had on.  She graciously extended her invitation to the Morgan's
as well.  Her suggestion was greeted with a good deal of
excitement all around.  



After breakfast, we all went back upstairs to brush our teeth
before everyone went down to plunder Mrs. Reynolds' wardrobe. 
Lori and Sara came with me, since my bathroom was well-stocked
with every type of toiletry imaginable.  Mrs. Morgan went to get
dressed and head back to her house.

Mrs. Reynolds had been using the room she gave me as a girl would
a hope chest.  Every cabinet and every drawer I opened revealed
some new item that she had put there, hoping and dreaming that
some day she would have a daughter to use it.  There were at
least 30 toothbrushes, 10 tubes of toothpaste, and several sets
of soap, shampoo, conditioner, lotion, deodorant and perfume in
what I assumed were expensive fragrances.  

Even though it was a large bathroom, there was only so much
space, so Neeka and Lori went first and Sara and I followed
after.  The first shift had gone downstairs by the time Sara and
I finished up and I was deciding what to put on when I noticed
that she was trying to work herself up to say something to me.  

"Sara?  What is it?"  I took her hand and we sat down on the
bed.

"Sam, we didn't get a chance to talk last night and I...I just
wanted to say that I think you are really great and I think you
are really pretty."  It wasn't too hard to figure out what
feature of mine she found especially attractive.  Her eyes kept
flicking down to look at my breasts, which were only slightly
obscured by my sheer nightgown.

"Thank you!" I said.  I couldn't leave it at that, though.  Not a
chance.  I took both her hands in mine.  "What would you say was
my best feature?"  Sometimes the direct route is the best.  It
was clear from her advance at breakfast that she wanted to get
her hands on a certain part of my anatomy in the worst way. 

"Your, ah, your breasts are beautiful." She said, staring openly.
 I pulled her hand to my throat and put the ribbon holding my
nightgown closed into her hand.  She eagerly unwrapped her
present.  She gazed at my chest.  Her hands moved ceaselessly in
her lap.

"It's OK," I said, "You can touch them.  I want you to."

She reached out; then she hesitated, unsure of what to do.  She
and her sister had much smaller breasts than mine.  I was sure
she had never handled anything like my pair of double-H's.

"Please, stop teasing me." I told her.  I took her by the wrists
and put her palms over my nipples.  "Ummmmmmm," I purred.  The
heat of her hands felt wonderful.

Encouraged, she stroked me with her fingertips, touching me
lightly all over my breasts.  She put her hands under my breasts
and felt where they curved down into my last rib.

"It's amazing," she said, "they don't droop or sag at all.  I
thought breasts this big would hang down if you didn't wear a
bra."  She tried to heft them to get an idea of the weight and I
leaned over to put more of them in her hands.  She tentatively
squeezed me to test their firmness.

"Don't worry," I reassured her, "you won't hurt me."

She smiled at that.  "I guess not," she said.  "I guess if you
weren't hurt last night, there's nothing I could do to hurt
you."

"You missed the reenactment.  I did it all over again, and much
better, too; when Mrs. Reynolds and Mrs. Morgan came back."

"What?  Why?"

"Mrs. Reynolds found the ropes and clamps and stuff.  The jig was
up at that point.  I showed them how I got free so they would
know it didn't hurt me."

"You show-off!"

"Yeah, that too.  Kiss me?"  She slid into my arms eagerly.  She
wasn't a great kisser, but she had a lot of enthusiasm.  She kept
stroking my boobs while she kissed me.  We fell over onto the big
bed and rolled around, pressing and rubbing against each other. 
It did not take long to get both of us worked up so we were
panting.  She wound up on top of me.

The only article of clothing between us was my panties.  I pushed
my hips off the bed so she could pull them down.

"You shave!" she exclaimed.  "I didn't notice."

"Yeah.  A lot of my clothes are either so thin or cut so low that
it looks better this way.  Also, it's very sensual.  It makes me
much more aware of my pussy.  Like right now, it wants to be
petted.  Will you pet my pussy, Sara?"

She stroked my outer lips with the same gentle touch that she had
used on my breasts.  She had my juices boiling in almost no time
at all.  My legs seemed to fly open on their own.  She slid a
finger into me and made me moan.  She felt around to see if she
could get a second finger in.  She decided she could, and when
she did, she touched the sensitive spot where my hymen had been
and it made me shudder.  My legs tried to close by reflex before
I could stop them.

"You're tight," she said.  I heard a note of surprise in her
voice that I did not expect.

"Why does that surprise you?" I asked.

"Well, you being so...you know...sexy!  I thought you'd be
more...experienced."

"You mean you thought I'd be getting so much cock that my pussy
would be loose?  No.  Not yet, anyway."  I didn't want to admit
how close I was to still being a virgin.  Since I hadn't actually
made it with a boy yet, I could still technically be called a
virgin, anyway.

"You sound like that wouldn't bother you."

"What?  Being loose or having enough sex to make me that way?  I
guess neither would upset me too much," I giggled.  "I love sex.
I love what you're doing to me.  Don't stop.  Can you reach any
deeper?"

"I can try.  You're so wet!  But don't tell me you're not getting
laid every time you snap your fingers.  The boys were already
drooling over you before.  Now that you've had this
'growth-spurt' or whatever, they'll be lining up for your
attention.  "

She crawled up to straddle my stomach so she could play with my
boobs and still keep her fingers in my pussy.  I lay back and let
her do what ever she wanted to me.  It was all good.

"I love your tits!" she exclaimed.  "They're wonderful!"

I couldn't tell if it was envy or lust making her say that.  I
really didn't care, as long as she didn't stop touching me.  I
reached behind her and ran a finger between her labia.  They
folded open for me and a few drops of her juice ran out onto my
fingers.  I put one finger into her pussy and then two.  I still
had room to move around, but I stopped at two.

"You're pretty loose," I said, teasingly.  "Have you been getting
too much cock for your own good?"

She laughed and pushed herself down onto my hand.  I pushed back
and a third finger went in.  I pushed harder and they sank deep
into her.  She moaned in response.

"I've been fucking Bud," she said with her teeth clenched, "That
will open you up good."

"I wondered who would end up with who.  I thought you two had
traded guys right before you snuck out last night."

"Oh, it's better than that.  Lori and I went back and forth.  Bud
is just too big to take without being stretched, so we both had
Jim fuck us first.  After that, we both fucked Bud.  It was a lot
of fun doing it together."

"How was it with Bud?"

"Heavenly!  It's like being touched everywhere inside all at
once.  And when he came in me, I just thought I would burst! 
Then we went back to Jim and so on."

"This is pretty close to heaven right now," I said in a shaky
voice.  Thinking about the Hendersons fucking Jim and Bud all
night had me close to the edge and it would not take much to make
me cum."

"Me too!  Faster, please.  Oh.  Oh.  Oooooooo!  Just like that."

"Rub my clit.  Yesssss!"

We both came on each other's fingers.  I could feel Sara's pussy
squeezing my hand when she came. 

 Afterwards, we cuddled on the bed.  Sara lay with her cheek on
my right breast, breathing on my nipple.  In my aroused
condition, it didn't take long for it to swell up.  Finally, I
could not take it any more and I rose up on my elbow so that my
nipple pressed against her lips.  She opened her eyes and looked
at me as she opened her mouth and took my nipple inside.  I felt
her hot, wet tongue lick it and then she sucked on it.  I purred
for her then and she kept on sucking and licking.  

I relaxed into the wonderful feeling.  It was just so pleasant
and so peaceful.  I felt my breast get warm and swell as my milk
began to flow.  It felt so natural that I didn't think until
later that I had not had to will it to happen.  When Sara got her
first taste, her reaction was to curl up in my arms and suckle
like a baby.  I held her and stroked her cheek as she drank my
milk.  I never wanted the moment to end.

Eventually, Sara had her fill.  She quit nursing and let my
nipple slip from her mouth.  She looked up at me, licked her
lips, and smiled sweetly.

"Wow," she said, and then, "Wow" again.  "That was...incredible!
I feel so warm and safe and peaceful!  I didn't want to stop, but
I'm full.  You may have to burp me."

I picked her up and put her head over my shoulder.  She was as
limp as over-cooked spaghetti.  I patted her back and she gave a
tiny burp as the milk settled in her stomach.  I felt her smile
on my shoulder.  I rocked her gently for a bit, mainly to keep us
from falling asleep.  She hugged me with one arm and played with
my swollen nipple with her other hand.

"Sam?" she said, still snuggled into my shoulder, "Can we do this
again, sometime?  Sometime soon?  I mean can I...will you..."

"Nurse you?" I finished for her.

"Yes.  Please?"

"Of course.  Anytime.  You can be my baby anytime."

"Thank you...mommie.  You know, you taste really good.  You're
better than ice cream."

"Ooooo.  Thank you.  What flavor would you say I am?"

"Somewhere between french vanilla and butter pecan   without the
nuts, of course.  I didn't know you could do that without being
... you know...pregnant."

"Sure.  You just have to have enough stimulation and it just
happens.  I've certainly had enough stimulation   so for me it's
easy."

"You're amazing, you know that?"  She picked up her head and
looked into my eyes.  I could smell milk on her breath.  She
hugged me tight.  "I just want to stay right here all day."

"You don't want to go see what Mrs. Reynolds has found for you to
wear?"

"Oh!  I forgot all about that!  They're probably wondering what
happened to us."

"Don't worry." I told her.  "No one will come looking.  But I
want to see you in something sexy.  Not that what you have on
right now isn't sexy."  I stroked her thigh from her knee upward.
 She opened her legs and I stroked her pussy for her, too.  She
kissed me and I could taste my milk.  I thought she might me
right about the flavor.

"Next time," I told her, "I want to taste you."  I spread my
fingers, pulling her pussy open so there would be no question
where I wanted to put my tongue.

"Oh please!  I'd like that."  She tilted her hips, trying to push
her clit against my palm, but I moved my hand with her and pulled
her lips open wider.  Her clit rose up between my fingers,
looking for something to rub it.

"You're making me wet again," she said.

"Yes, I am.  And I want you to stay wet.  I want you to stay
sopping wet for me.  I want you to think about what I did to
Neeka last night right after you got here, because I am going to
do the same thing to you later.  Don't let Mrs. Reynolds put you
in anything that covers your pussy.  I will be inspecting you, so
you be ready."

"Oh my!  Oh, I can't stand it!  Please, don't leave me like this!
 Let me cum!"

"No cumming until I say so.  I want your clit as hard as a
diamond when I'm ready to suck it.  Now go brush your teeth and
run along down to Mrs. Reynolds room.  It's the third door on the
left as you leave the stairs."

"Yes, ma'am."  She hopped off the bed and went back into the
bathroom.  I watched her butt-cheeks clench as she tried to
stimulate her clit without touching herself.  I smiled and
wondered how many times and how many ways she would find to make
herself cum in the next few hours.

When Sara left my room, she was carrying the football jersey
instead of wearing it.  Her nipples were standing up stiffly on
her breasts.  She clearly intended to make sure that everyone saw
how turned on she was and how proud she was of the fact. 

I went to my closet and picked out the tie-front blouse and the
shorts with the zipper permanently open down to my now-hairless
slit.  I knew I could not compete with Bambi for elegant and
sexy, so I decided to go for the farm-girl look.  I wished I had
a stalk of hay to stick in my hair. 

I started to go down to join the crowd, but I thought I would
check Bud and Jim's rooms on the way to see if they were upstairs
or down.  I didn't imagine that they would have much interest in
the 'dress-up' session going on, except perhaps to judge the
winner.  I peeked into Jim's room because it was closest.  Jim
was lying on the bed, asleep.  Apparently he had not got much
rest the night before and had gone back to bed after breakfast. 
I pulled his covers over him and tiptoed back out of the room. 

When I looked in on Bud, he was asleep as well.  I stood watching
him for a while, listening to him snore softly.  He looked so
cute when he was asleep.  I started to pull his covers up as
well, when I noticed that his cock was hanging out of his shorts
and he had a very nice erection.  Feeling quite naughty, I knelt
down next to the bed and took a close look at his big cock while
he slept.  It looked like it was as hard as it could get.  It had
a broad purplish-red head that flared out from a thick
blue-veined shaft.  The shaft was thicker toward the end than at
the root, which I thought might be unusual, but since I hadn't
had a chance to examine very many cocks close-up, I had no way to
be sure. 

The urge to climb into bed with Bud and let him put that huge
thing into me was turning into an irresistible compulsion.  My
pussy was talking to me again, begging me to fill it with
something warm and hard.  We were in complete agreement on that
idea, so it was very difficult to resist, but I managed.  I told
myself there would be time enough later on.

I leaned over so close to it, I could smell it's slightly musty
odor.  I expected it to be offensive, but it wasn't an unpleasant
smell at all.  It smelled very animal, sort of like Brute. 
Before I knew it, I was so close to his cock that my lips were
almost touching it.  "Well," I thought to myself, "as long as I'm
this close, I might as well say 'hello'."  I kissed Bud's cock
very lightly, just under the head.  To my surprise, it twitched
and almost slapped my face. 

I took a look at Bud to make sure he was still asleep.  His
snoring was constant and I could see his eyes moving under his
lids, meaning he was dreaming.  I thought I would see if I could
give him something to dream about.  I softly kissed his cock
again, and brushed my lips up and down the shaft.  This caused
another twitch and his cock got even harder, lifting itself away
from his body.  It looked like it was just sitting up and begging
to be sucked.  I looked at the opening in the tip; it had tiny
little lips that seemed to be saying, "Suck me."  I couldn't
stand it any longer.  I carefully put my mouth over the head. 
Spit welled up in my mouth at the taste of a cock.  The flavor
was heavenly.  I sucked as carefully as I could, so Bud would not
wake up.

Before I could react, Bud bucked his hips.  The sudden movement
forced his cock deeper into my mouth, stretching my jaws apart
and almost plugging my throat.  I was in the same situation Sara
had been in when she had tried to deep-throat Bid.  His cock was
almost choking me.

I froze as I tried to think what to do.  I made myself calm down.
 My gag reflex was being teased, but I wasn't in real distress. 
I could still breathe through my nose.  My mouth flooded with
spit and I swallowed to clear it.  As I did, I felt Bud's cock
slip further toward the back of my throat until it was touching.
I concentrated on relaxing, and to my surprise, my gag reflex
faded.  With it, my feeling of distress went away as well.  I
took a couple of deep breaths and held the last one.  I swallowed
as hard as I could and pushed my mouth down on the huge cock.  It
slipped easily down my throat until my nose was buried in Bud's
pubic hair.

This was a completely new experience for me.  I had swallowed a
cock to the root; a really thick one, too!  As long as I could
hold my breath, I would be fine, but that situation would not
last long.  Still, I hated to pull off.  The feeling of having a
cock down my throat fascinated me.  I swallowed a few more times
to clear the saliva and wondered how long I could hold my breath.
 I was running short on oxygen, but I seemed to be able to
control my distress as easily as I had suppressed my gag reflex.
I decided to wait until the last possible moment before I let
go.

I had just settled down to enjoy it, when I felt Bud's cock
stiffen and start to pulse.  In no time at all, he was shooting
his cum straight into my stomach.  It was a fantastic feeling.  I
swallowed over and over again, trying to milk all the cum out of
his cock.  As soon as he shot off, his cock started to shrink and
go limp, which was just as well, because I was bout to pass out
from lack of oxygen.  As quickly as I could, I backed off and
pulled his cock out of my throat.  When it was clear, I exhaled
and inhaled as deeply as I could to suck fresh air into my
lungs.

While I was recovering, I realized that while deep-throating was
a great feeling, the downside was that I missed the taste of cum
in my mouth.  I put my mouth back on the head of Bud's cock and
sucked out a taste of his cream.  I was savoring the flavor when
I noticed that something had changed   Bud had quit snoring.  I
looked down at him and said quietly, "I know you're awake."

He opened his eyes and looked up at me with a big grin.  "It
looks like I've been attacked by the vampire Countess Cumula.  Do
you usually go around sucking guys off while they're asleep?"

"I was jealous.  Sara told me how much fun she and Lori had last
night.  I'm sorry for waking you up."

"Oh, hell, you can wake me up like that anytime you like! 
Please!  Can I get on the list for a wake-up in the morning?"

I giggled.  He was so cute.  I made myself a promise to fuck his
brains out the next time, if I could only keep my mouth off his
cock.  I thought about that, then I told him what I wanted to do.
 He looked very pleased at the prospect.

"Now you go back to sleep," I told him, "You're going to need all
the rest you can get."  I kissed him and tucked him in.  "We'll
see about that wake-up in the morning.  What time would you
like?"

"6:30, please."  He looked puzzled, like he had only been kidding
about the wake-up.  I smiled at him as he lay back down on his
pillow.  I wasn't kidding.  Now I had to figure out how I was
going to get to sleep, knowing that there would be a hard cock
waiting for me to ride it first thing in the morning.



When I left Bud's room, I turned the wrong way down the hall by
mistake.  I was barely used to turning right coming out of my own
room, so the mistake was not surprising.  By the time I figured
out I was going the wrong way; I was at the opposite end of the
hall next to the back stairs.  I thought, "What the heck" and
started down.  I didn't know where they came out, but I was not
likely to get completely lost.  The house was big, but not that
big.

I went by the landing for the second floor.  It looked the same
as the third.  The first floor landing had a door than opened
onto the main hallway behind the formal rooms and next to the
little storage room with its medicine cabinet.  I went on down,
wondering where the stairs would lead.

It was dark when I got to the bottom of the last flight of steps.
 In the wall opposite was a heavy steel-clad door.  I thought it
was an outside door, but when I opened it I found myself in a
dark room.  I felt around on the wall until I hit a pair of
switches.  The room was large, about 20' by 50'.  It was largely
unfinished.  The walls were whitewashed sheetrock and the floor
was concrete.  The lights were basic fluorescent fixtures,
mounted on a high ceiling.  There were some built-in cabinets
against the wall next to the stairs and a set of double-doors on
the far wall.  It looked like Ben Reynolds had intended the room
as a workshop or hobby room, but left the decision about what
hobby to take up until later.  Unfortunately for Mr. Reynolds,
later never came and now his workshop stood mostly empty.  

'Mostly', because there was something at the far end of the room.
 Something that caught the eye and held it.  I walked past a red
rolling tool chest to look at a brand new motorcycle.  I knew
nothing about bikes, but it was the most impressive piece of
machinery I had ever seen.  It was shiny black with a huge
engine, full cowling, a low windscreen, and enormous exhaust
pipes that looked like they belonged on a spaceship.  I looked
for a manufacturer's nameplate or logo, but there was none I
could find.  I asked myself what kind of bike a rich man whose
main hobby was climbing mountains all over the world would have.
The obvious answer was a custom-made machine that had to be
faster than anything else on the road.

I opened a few drawers in the tool chest.  They were all full of
brand-new tools that he must have bought to use in maintaining
the bike.  There was no dirt or grease or scratches on anything.
I guessed that it had been delivered while he was traveling and
he never got to play with his new toy.

I could not resist sitting on the bike.  Being careful not to
jostle it, I swung a leg over and put my butt on the fancy
leather seat.  I was surprised that I could reach all the
controls and my legs were long enough to reach the footrests.  I
had seen a few at school, but I had never been on a motorcycle in
my life.  Yet this one felt comfortable.  It was well-balanced
too and I had no trouble standing it upright.  The ignition
switch was right under the handlebars, but there was no key in
it.  I got off the bike and walked back to the cabinets at the
other end of the room.  Opening the right-hand cabinet, I put my
hand on the top shelf and felt around in the front corner.  The
key was right where I would have hidden it if I were Bambi
Reynolds.

Once I had the key, I got back on the bike and put it into the
switch.  Imitating the guys who rode their bikes to school, I
twisted the throttle once and turned the key.  The engine fired
up instantly.  

I turned the key back off, leaned the bike back onto the
kickstand and got the hell off.  After I checked my shorts to
make sure I had not wet them, I took the key and put it back in
the cabinet.  I walked back and looked at the bike.  My stomach
was still turning over in imitation of the motor.  My heart was
beating in the same quick pace as the motor's idle and I had to
take a few deep breaths to get it to slow down.  Nothing had ever
scared me as much, or excited me as much, as the sound of that
engine.  To me, it sounded just like a dragon's roar.  It wasn't
ear-splittingly loud, but it had an awesomely powerful note of
authority that brooked no argument.  It made Brute's deep growl
sound like the whine of a puppy.  It seemed to continue bouncing
off the hard walls and floor of the workshop even after I shut it
off.

I opened the double-doors at the front of the room.  Just outside
was a concrete driveway leading around the corner of the house
and down to the street.  It was lined with evergreen trees on
both sides, which is why I had never noticed it before.  The
trees hid it completely unless you were looking straight down
it.

I turned off the lights and climbed back up to the second floor.
As I walked down the hall I heard voices coming from one of the
guest bedrooms and I went in.  Lori, Sara and Neeka were trying
on clothes and there was a large pile of clothes on the bed.  I
could hear Bambi's voice coming from the closet.

"I'm sure she'll be along soon, Neeka.  But if you want to go
look for...oh, here she is."

Neeka dropped the blouse she was about to try on and ran over and
hugged me.

"Are you all right?" she whispered.  "I got an image of you
riding a dragon.  You were scared to death."

"It's OK," I whispered back.  "I'll show you the 'dragon' later.
Right now it's a secret, OK?"

"OK.  But you scared me.  I thought something had eaten
you....and it wasn't me."  We both laughed at her joke.  

Sara said, "Took you long enough!  Neeka was worried.  Don't tell
us you got lost on the way down the stairs."

"No, I looked in on Jim and Bud.  They went back to bed and
they're both sound asleep.  They must have had a rough night."

Neither Lori nor Sara had a reply to that.  Beyond them, I could
see Bambi trying to keep from smiling.  Of course, I could not
stop there.

"They both looked positively drained!" I said with as straight a
face as I could manage.

Bambi was the first to lose her composure.  When she started
laughing, everyone else did, too.

"I mean, Bud could hardly get it up!"  I had to almost shout over
the giggling.  Personally, I thought that one might have been one
remark too many, but the whoops of laughter seemed to justify my
effort.

If I had thought busty Bambi would have a hard time finding
clothes to fit tall, slim Lori and Sara, I was very mistaken. 
This guest room closet seemed to be her storage for
one-size-fits-all clothes.  She had a large assortment of
wrap-around and tie-on skirts and dresses, as well as tops that
either adjusted to fit the wearer or could be worn by almost
anyone.

Lori modeled a chamois skirt that was designed to resemble a
Native American loincloth.  It tied on both hips and left the
outsides of the legs bare.  The larger your hip measurement, the
more skin showed.  On Lori it only revealed a narrow slit down
both sides.  The top was a stretchy fishnet bra with feathers
tied to it that would be risqu on someone with a large bustline,
but on Lori, was quite modest.  She even had a beaded headband to
complete the Amerind-theme look.

Sara wore a blue two-piece set in a sheer ruffled material.  The
top was a ruffled boa that went around her neck and crossed in
front.  The ends of the boa held the loose-fitting skirt up.  The
ruffled hem of the skirt was cut diagonally from one hip to just
above her other knee.

Neeka had on a shimmering-green spandex tube-top and a matching
micro-miniskirt that was just a slightly wider version of the
tube-top.  The color went perfectly with her dark-red hair and
the tight-fitting spandex showed off her figure nicely.

We spent the rest of the morning swapping outfits and trying on
clothes in different combinations.  It was a blast.  I hadn't had
so much fun in practically forever.  Bambi joined right in with
everyone else in trying things on and modeling.  I could tell
that she was having just as good a time as I was.  She had always
seemed much younger than her actual age to me, and in a roomful
of teenage girls she was so relaxed and at ease that she fit
right in.  The way everyone talked and joked so easily with her,
she might have been 18, instead of 30-something.

Everything was going wonderfully, until the subject turned to
boys and sex.  We were all sitting or lying on the bed and Neeka
was telling us about a boy she dated once who wanted her to suck
his cock in public places.  

"I did it in the movie theater, too," she said, "I just bent over
and put my head in his lap while he put a coat over my head.  But
the one time we got caught, and the last time I did that with
him, was by the lake in the park.  We had found what we thought
was a private spot where no one could see us.  I was going down
on him and he had his hand in my panties.  We were both very
distracted.  Well, along came this other couple, also looking for
a 'private spot' and they literally tripped over us.  I mean,
they fell right on top of me.  His cock was forced right down my
throat.  That was the first, and last, time I ever deep-throated
a guy."

Sara giggled and piped up excitedly, "Last night was the first
time I ever tried it.  You saw what happened then.  I managed to
get Bud's cock stuck in my mouth.  Oh, I thought I would drown
when he came.  His cock just plugged my throat.  It has to be
this big around!"  She held up her hand in front of her face with
her fingers curled around with a large gap between her thumb and
fingers to show us the size of Bud's cock.  She looked through
her hand at each of us in turn, grinning widely as she did so,
until she got to Bambi.  We all saw the exact second that she
realized that she was illustrating the size of the cock she had
sucked to the mother of the boy it belonged to.

Her expression turned to one of shock and horror and she hid her
face in her hands and curled up into a ball, crying "Oh God!  I'm
sorry!  I'm so sorry!"

Bambi, bless her, was either oblivious to the reason for Sara's
distress, or faked it wonderfully well.  She said, "What?  What's
wrong, Sara?"

Sara opened her hands far enough to speak, "I forgot!  I'm
sorry."

"You forgot what?"

"That you're his Mother!"

"Well, thank you.  That's the nicest compliment I've had in a
long time."

"Hunh?"

"Sara, you sweet-talker, you've been accepting me as a friend and
an equal.  This is more fun than I've had in years.  Now you say
you forgot I'm Bud's mother.  I'm flattered.  Why are you
embarrassed?"

Sara took her hands away and looked at Bambi.  "Well, because I
was talking about his...you know."

"His cock?  Yes, I know about cocks.  Bud has had one since he
was born.  I know.  I was there.  What about it?"

"Well, ah, that I, ah sucked it."

"And successfully, too from the way you described it.  You said
he almost drowned you when he came.  You know, if you hold your
breath and keep swallowing when he cums, that won't happen.  I
learned that from sucking his father's cock.  It was bigger than
Bud's."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"Sucking cocks?  Oooo, I love it.  The taste of a big juicy...."

"No!  Me talking about fucking...I mean sucking...."

"You fucked him too!"

"Oh my God!  I did it again!"

"You fucked him again?"

"NO!"

"You didn't fuck him?"

"Yes, I fucked him!  Oh no!  What am I saying!"

By this time, the rest of us were laughing so hard we were on the
verge of losing bladder control.  Bambi had maneuvered Sara into
confessing everything and still refused to accept that there was
some reason for Sara to be embarrassed.  No one wanted to
interrupt the interrogation.  We all wanted to know what Sara
would confess to next.

"So you admit you sucked him and you fucked him?  Was this all at
the same time or....?"

"No!  I sucked him last evening and I fucked him after we went to
bed, right after Jim....aaaaaaaagggh!"

"You fucked Jim too?  You've been busy.  I'm surprised you
haven't had sex with Sam, too."

Sara turned so red she was almost purple.  The look of guilt on
her face was so comical that we almost fell off the bed.

Bambi said, "Sam, too?  In one night?  You had sex with every
member of my family in one night?"

Sara looked like she had been tried and convicted of a capital
crime.  She said, "Yes," in a barely audible squeek.

"Well, young lady," Bambi went on, "I have only one more question
to ask you   when were you going to get around to me?"

If this were a cartoon Sara's eyes would have rolled back in her
head and been replaced with question marks.  The poor girl was
beyond confused.  She was stupefied.

"Hunh?" Sara said.

"Don't you like me?"

"Yes!  I do."

"Thank you!  Because I like you, too.  Can I at least get a
kiss?"

"Uh, sure.  I guess."

"Well, let's not get too excited, here!"  Bambi rolled over on
her back on the bed.  In the process, she managed to open the
blouse she had on, exposing both breasts.  "OK, whenever you're
ready."

Sara leaned over and carefully pecked Bambi on the lips without
managing to touch any other part of her.

"That's how you kiss?  How did you manage to seduce everyone in
the house, kissing like that?"  She looked around at the rest of
us on the bed.  "Is there someone who would like to show Sara how
to kiss?"

I knew my cue when I heard it.  I crawled over Neeka and Sara and
on top of Bambi.  I didn't have a top on at the moment so our
bare boobs fit together like puzzle pieces.  I lowered my lips to
hers and brushed them together.  I stuck my tongue out and ran
the tip around her lips until she opened her mouth and touched
her tongue to mine.  I licked the tip of her tongue and then slid
my tongue into her mouth alongside hers.  Our lips sealed
together and we both moaned with pleasure.  She put her hands on
my back and pulled me down against her.  I moved my leg between
hers and rubbed her pussy with my thigh.  She stroked my back
with one hand and put the other on the back of my neck..   We
lost ourselves in the kiss and in each other.  When we finally
came up for air, we were both panting from desire as well as from
lack of oxygen.  I laid my head on her shoulder and kissed the
side of her neck.  I slid to one side so my weight was no longer
on her body and I caressed her breasts with my free hand.  Three
pairs of eyes were riveted on us.

When Bambi had recovered enough to talk, she said, "OK, Sara.  I
hope you were paying attention, because that's how it's done. 
Any questions?"

Sara did not answer.  She was lost in her own fantasy.

"Earth to Sara!  Hellooooo!"

"Hunh?"

"Sara, please go back to treating me like one of the girls.  We
were having so much fun.  There is no reason for you to be
embarrassed about anything you've said or done.  There is
certainly no reason for you to be embarrassed about talking to me
about having sex with Bud and Jim.  After all, there is no one
else in this room that has more right to be interested and is
more concerned for their welfare than me.  OK?"

"Gee, you're right.  I never thought of it like that.  I guess
it's the rest of these hyenas who I shouldn't be talking to; not
you.  What would you like to know?"

"I guess the first thing I want to know is   did they satisfy
you?  Did you cum?"

"Oh, yes!  Several times!  Lori and me both!"

"Well thanks, blabbermouth!" Lori spoke up, but she laughed as
she said it.

"Good.  How did you manage to take Bud's cock?  It's pretty big
and he's still a growing boy."

"We fucked Jim first." Sara said, "That stretched us out enough.
Bud is huge!  You think he's going to get bigger?"

"What an ingenious solution!  And, yes, I expect his cock is
already bigger than his father's."

"Oh, wow.  I'm getting hot just thinking about it!"  Sara clamped
her hands between her legs and pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Good.  You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that.  I
have been concerned about their sexual development since they
reached puberty.  Of course, they would never talk to me about
any problems they were having."

"Boys hate to talk about it." Lori agreed. "They have a hard
enough time telling you that they want to do it."

"That's true," Neeka said. "Usually the first clue you have is
when they start groping you."

"Ah, Neanderthal Romance!" Bambi said with a wave of her hand. 
"Just conk and bonk."

"Oh, that's good!" Lori said.  "'Conk and Bonk'.  I'll have to
remember that."

"Too true," Sara said.  "Boys are so crude."

"They're afraid of rejection." Bambi said.  "They put up what
they think is a macho front to protect themselves.  You have to
explain things to them if you want them to behave a certain
way."

"That's for sure," I said.  "You know I actually had to explain
to Jim and Bud that the reason they should listen to me on the
subject of girls was because I am a girl?  How's that for being
dense?"

Lori said, "So you're the one we have to thank for all that 'does
this feel good' and 'would you like me to' that we were hearing
last night.  You've been training them!  I noticed that they were
a good bit more considerate than they used to be."

Bambi whispered in my ear, "You even got them to be nice to their
poor old mom.  Have I thanked you for that today?"

I whispered back, "They may be nicer yet.  You can thank me
later.  And wear a blouse that opens easily this afternoon. 
These might be having a visitor."  I squeezed the breast I had my
hand on.  She kissed me and returned the caress.

"Hey are we talking or making out?  You guys are really making me
hot." Sara complained.

"Good!"  I told her.  "You stay hot and horny.  I want you so hot
you'll cum if I look at you hard."

Sara spread her knees apart and put her hands on either side of
her swollen pussy.  "I'm almost there now," she said, "If I have
to wait any longer, I'll die!"

Neeka laughed, "That's what she did to me yesterday, Sara.  By
the time she let me cum, I was so turned on I could hardly walk.
You hang in there.  Believe me, it's worth the wait."  While she
spoke, she absently stroked her own pussy, remembering how hard
she had cum when I finally let her.  I saw Lori staring at
Neeka's pubic bush.  From the way she was licking her lips, she
wasn't admiring the job of shaving I had done on her.  Neeka
sensed Lori's eyes on her and smiled playfully.  She kept
stroking and Lori kept watching.

Bambi and Sara and I watched Lori watch Neeka.  The sexual
tension was getting pretty thick in the room.  Bambi and I
stroked and caressed each other more urgently and traded kisses
as we watched.  Sara looked like she was about to start
whimpering for release any minute.  

Neeka gave us all a good show.  With her legs spread as far apart
as she could get them, she rubbed her fingers all around her
pussy very slowly until her labia parted and revealed her pink
inner flesh.  We could all see the glistening drops of her juices
as they ran from her opening.  Her pussy looked like a ripe peach
sliced in half with the pit removed.  Lori swallowed repeatedly
as she imagined how sweet Neeka would taste.

I slipped out of my shorts so my own pussy would be free and
available.  When I slid a finger into my own slit I was so hot
and wet that it felt like a tropical swamp.  Bambi saw me and
took my hand and sucked the juice from my fingers.  Sara glanced
over, her eyes attracted by the motion, and moaned when she saw
what Bambi was doing.  

Neeka put a finger into her opening and moved it around to get it
good and wet.  She used the lubrication to make the skin around
her clit slick and then she rubbed up and down with a finger on
either side of her clit.  When she pulled up, her clit would peek
out of the fold of skin.  After some more of this stimulation,
her clit became engorged enough to stand up and out of the hood
on its own.

Neeka had made herself so hot during all this that her hand was
shaking as she stroked her pussy.  Finally, she gave Lori a
pleading look and moved her hips in little jerks to try to entice
Lori.

Seeing Neeka so highly aroused, Lori crawled over beside her and
lay down next to her.  Lori put her hand on Neeka's thigh and
stroked her fingers up toward her sopping pussy.  When her
fingers reached their destination, she cupped her hand over
Neeka's mound.  Neeka moaned deeply, pulled Lori's face to hers
and began kissing her passionately while Lori stroked her.

Sara was just about beside herself.  I wasn't ready to give her
release yet, but I could give her some distraction.  I reached
out and touched her knee to get her attention, then I crooked a
finger to her and put it inside me.  Sara got the message and lay
down between my legs and started licking my own hot pussy.  Bambi
and I continued to kiss and caress each other while Sara licked
away.  I was so hot I felt like I was on fire all over.  I felt
Sara's mouth leave me.  Before I could break a kiss and look down
to see where she had gone, Bambi stiffened in my arms and then
shuddered and moaned.  I knew then where Sara had gone.  She had
just moved one pussy to the left and was busy licking Bambi. 
Sara wasn't the most accomplished pussy-eater around, but she had
a sweet way of exploring with her hot little tongue that would
drive you wild.

When I heard Bambi sigh and slump into my arms, I opened my legs
again and Sara moved back between them.  I wasn't going to be
able to stand much more of her licking before I had to cum.

Lori and Neeka rolled over on the bed and almost into Bambi and
I.  They were close enough now that I could reach over and slide
my hand between Lori's buttcheeks and touch her pussy from
behind.  When my fingers slid into her, she arched her back and
pushed down on my hand.  I pulled my soaked hand out of her and
started to rub my fingers across her clit.  Flick, flick, flick,
flick.  Flick, flick, flick. Flick, they went, making small
explosions of pleasure in Lori every time I touched her clit. 
The third time across, Lori threw her head back and opened her
mouth and froze.  She started to jerk her legs and then she let
out a high-pitched howl as her climax washed over her.

Hearing her cum made me so hot I could not stand it any more and
I clamped my legs around Sara's ears.  She started sucking my
clit.  She sucked so hard I thought she would rip it out by the
root, but she made me cum so hard I almost passed out.

When I came, Neeka came too.  We were so close together that she
could not avoid feeling everything I did and we came at the same
time.  I relaxed my legs so I would not suffocate Sara and she
moved back over to Bambi, who climaxed almost as soon as Sara
touched her. 

Soon, everyone but Sara was gasping for air and feeling their
insides churning as their vaginal muscles spasmed, trying to suck
non-existent sperm into our wombs.  Poor Sara was doubled over,
hugging her knees to her breasts with her ankles crossed.  She
shivered every few seconds as a micro-orgasm wracked her body.  I
thought she had suffered enough, and I took hold of a foot and
pulled her out of her tuck.  Before I could get to her, Bambi
reversed her position on the bed and started licking and sucking
Sara's pussy.  Sara immediately climaxed and lost control of her
limbs to the point that I had to throw myself across her to keep
her from kicking everyone off the bed.  As she came, she screamed
at the top of her lungs.  It was such a loud and prolonged scream
of ecstasy and relief that I thought she would surely be hoarse
afterward.  When she ran out of air, she took a deep breath and
screamed again, just as loudly.  I looked down at Bambi, who had
her chin planted in Sara's pussy and was flicking the underside
of her tongue across Sara's clit faster than I have ever seen a
tongue move.  Sara again ran out of air and again sucked in a
huge breath and again screamed at the top of her lungs.  Bambi
kept flicking.  Her tongue was a blur over Sara's clit.  To Sara,
the sensation must have been overwhelming.  Every muscle in her
body was contracted and, even with me on top of her, had arched
her back so much that only the top of her head and her heels were
still on the bed.  Just when I thought she would scream a fourth
time, she collapsed and went completely limp under me.  When I
looked at her face, I could see that she had passed out.  She had
cum so hard that she had overloaded on it.  

Neeka looked concerned, but when she put her hand on Sara's neck
and checked her pulse, she smiled.  "Let's not wake her up," she
said, "She might start screaming again and I'm not sure my ears
could take it.  What on earth did you do to her?"

Bambi grinned.  "It's called the Bumble Bee.  You have to have a
very limber tongue to do it properly. And it takes practice. 
Would you like me to show you?"

Neeka clapped both hands over her pussy and shook her head, her
eyes were wide.  "Mmmmm, some other time?" she said.

"I'd like to try it!"  Lori said.  "Can you do me?"

"OK," Bambi agreed, "Scoot your butt over here.  Here, let's put
a pillow under you.  Now, if Sam and Neeka will help me get you
warmed up, we will see if I can't make you scream, too."

"Oh, gosh!  I don't know if I'm ready for this." Lori said.  "I'm
a little scared."  She spread her knees wide and Bambi started
slow, licking her labia with short flicks of her tongue, trying
to get her aroused."

Neeka and I started stroking Lori and taking turns kissing her. 
We could tell from the increasing enthusiasm she put into each
kiss that she was quickly getting seriously turned on from all
the stimulation.

Since you're never more ready for sex than when you've just cum,
it did not take long for Lori to reach a fever-pitch of arousal.
Neeka and I each took a breast and squeezed it and licked her
nipple mercilessly.  She soon started to moan and toss her head
back and forth.

"Oh, please!  Please!  Now!  Do it now!  OH! It's so good!"  Lori
begged.

Bambi settled down with her jaw on her hands and the point of her
chin stretching Lori's pussy open.  She stuck out her tongue and
gave Lori's clit a couple of pats before starting to flick it
faster and faster.  The effect of Lori was immediate and
intense.

"OH MY GOD!  Oh!  That's...That's...OOOOOOOOOOoooooo, YES!  YES!
YES!  AAAaaahhhh,  hmmmm, gaahhhh."  Anything else she meant to
say only came out as unintelligible gibberish.  I think she was
cumming already at that point, but Bambi never quit flicking her
tongue.  Lori stopped trying to vocalize and shut her eyes tight.
 She clenched her jaw tight shut just before she opened her eyes
and then her mouth wide and sucked in a deep breath.  She held it
for only a couple of seconds before she started to scream.  The
only difference between Lori and her sister's reaction to Bambi's
oral talents was the pitch of the scream.  Shortly, we had two
unconscious girls on our hands.

"Damn!" I said, when we had laid them out on the bed and draped
their arms around each other.  "Looks like I'm not the only one
around here with superpowers!"

Bambi and Neeka laughed with me at that.  We pulled the covers
over the unconscious girls and got dressed.  Bambi laid out on
the bed the clothes from her closet that she thought Lori and
Sara looked best in, and we snuck out of the room to let them
recover in peace.

"It's almost lunchtime," Bambi said, "I better go get started in
the kitchen if we're going to have anything to eat."

"Can I help?" I asked.  I didn't want to look like a freeloader.
She had done so much already, with serving all eight of us
breakfast and sharing her clothes and all.

"Thank you, honey.  But I'd rather do it myself.  I'm just
learning...I mean I have everything I need and I can work faster
if I'm alone."

My suspicions about the amount of time she spent in the kitchen
looked justified.  I said, "Bambi, tell me the truth.  How much
time did you spend in that kitchen before Friday?"

"Well...Oh hell!  I guess it shows.  The truth is, the only thing
in that kitchen that I used on a regular basis was the phone and
the list of take-out places next to it."

"It doesn't show.  Your cooking has been excellent.  It just
seemed that you were trying a little too hard for someone who had
been doing it all along.  You tried to match what you were used
to getting in a restaurant, didn't you?"

"Yes, I guess I did."

"Why?  Why are you doing all this?  The cooking, the cleaning,
the washing and ironing?"

"It's all part of a dream I've had for a long time now," she
said.  "I promised myself that I would learn to be a homemaker
someday.  That is, if I ever became a mother again."

"And now your dream has come true?"

"Yes, honey.  My dream has come true.  And I'm enjoying it even
more than I hoped."

There was only one thing I could say to that, and I said it. 
"Thanks, Mom!"

"It will take me about an hour to get it ready and on the table.
Can I count on you to make sure everyone is awake and ready to
eat by then?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Good girl.  You two run and play, now."

Neeka and I watched Bambi go off happily to the kitchen to fix
lunch.  When she had gone, Neeka said, "Her eyes light up when
you call her 'Mom'."

"I've noticed.  I need to remember to do it more often."

"Most girls your age would bristle at being told to 'run and
play'."

"Yeah.  But she's trying to recapture lost time with me.  If she
wants to pretend I'm 8 years old at times, that's fine with me. 
We owe each other 18 lost years.  I try to be whatever she wants.
 If she wants a friend, I'm there for her.  If she wants a
teenager, I'm her teen.  If she wants a child, I'm her child.  If
she wants a baby, I'm her baby.  She loves me so much I can feel
it whenever she looks at me."

"And you want to give some of that back."  It was not a question.
 She already knew the answer, of course.  Conversations with
Neeka seemed like talking things over with myself.  She was the
best sounding-board because she would know instantly if I was
trying to fool myself or trying to justify something or just
engaging in wistful thinking.

"I want to share the love with as many people as I can.  Love
multiplies when you share it." I said.

"You even wanted to love those scum-bags last night."

"But love could not help them.  And I have a responsibility."

"You think because you can do all these things, that you have to
use them to help people."

"Yes."

"Even if you have to risk your life doing it."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I could not live with myself if I didn't.  If I could
say, 'Oh, there's nothing I can do', then I might be able to
justify doing nothing.  But you and I know that now there is
something I can do.  That changes everything.  Every day I find
something new that I can do that other people can't, or that only
a very few people can.  I can't stand by and let things happen
out there any more than I could stand by and let things happen in
here."

"So you are throwing yourself on the forge to be hammered into
some kind of sword of justice?"

"'Sword of Justice,'" I chuckled.  "Pretentious, but noble.  I
like it, but let's keep that list open."

"Are you going to show me the dragon?"

"Sure.  Down here."  I led the way down the back stairs to the
workshop.  When I turned the lights on, Neeka walked right to the
motorcycle and started looking it over.  I could tell by the way
she examined it that she knew more about bikes than I did.

"This is one of the most beautiful custom bikes I've ever seen,"
she said.  "I don't see a logo or a name anywhere, though.  Do
you know who built it?  It doesn't look like anything I've seen
before.  This is something special.  That's a racing motor.  But
the fairings and the windshield aren't for racing.  Those pipes
have mufflers built in.  And that suspension!  See the air
dampers?  This thing runs against every design principle I know.
Quiet, comfortable, soft ride, but very fast.  And it's
gorgeous!"

"It didn't sound quiet to me," I said.

"You started it?  In here?  We should have heard it all over the
house!  Those mufflers must be better than I thought.  Still, I
imagine it would sound pretty impressive in a room like this. 
All the sound would just echo around.  So that was the Dragon's
Roar, hunh?"

"Yeah.  I thought I'd wet myself."

"Hop on.  Let me see you on it."  Neeka was getting enthusiastic
about this, but I was having more misgivings.  Still, it wouldn't
hurt to sit on it, so I climbed aboard again.

"It fits you.  That's odd.  Oh, I see.  All the adjustments are
still cranked down for shipping.  No one has ever ridden this
bike.  Do you really think Mrs. Reynolds is going to let you?"

I laughed.  "Not until I learn to ride one."

"You've never been on a motorcycle before?  Criminy!  Do yourself
a favor and don't try to learn on this one."

"No way.  But how do I learn if I don't have one to learn on?"

"My cousin, Paul.  He has a small dealership.  He sells scooters
and dirt-bikes to the yuppie-scum kids, pardon me, the children
of the newly affluent elements of society.  He teaches classes
that help you get your motorcycle endorsement on your driver's
license.  Lord!  You don't have a driver's license at all?"

It was a rhetorical question.  She had just got the answer out of
my head.

"You have a license?" I asked.

"Sure."

"I bet you have a motorcycle endorsement on it, too."

"Uh, yeah.  Paul and I used to go riding together.  He's more of
a kissing-cousin, you see?"

"There's plenty of room to ride two."

"Oh, hell."  Neeka looked at the bike with fresh eyes.  I saw her
smile and knew she'd just thought of something I had missed. 
"OK, so I'm your chauffeur.  I guess that means I get to go
along.  Good.  One condition here, Blonde Dragon, I'm going to be
taking those martial arts classes with you.  You'll need a
sparring partner who can give you a challenge, anyway."

"Oh, yeah?  What do you know about martial arts?  What color belt
do you have?"

"I know the same as you do, girl   nothing.  But I can do this."
She took two steps toward me and started to swing her left hand
up and over in a long slow slap aimed at my face.  I wondered
what she was up to.  I stepped in with my left foot and raised my
right hand and caught her arm, just as she jabbed me in the side
with her right hand.

"Ow!"  It didn't hurt that much, but I was caught off guard. 
"OK, smarty.  Want to try that again?"

She did the same thing again.  She started a slow overhand slap.
This time I turned the other way and raised my right hand to
catch her left and stood ready to block her left-handed jab. 
While I was watching her right hand, she dropped her left and
jabbed me in the other side.

"OW!  You're cheating!"

"Duh, Sherlock!  I can read your mind.  I know what you're going
to do the instant you decide to do it.  When you can beat me,
it's safe to assume that you can beat anybody."

We spent the next quarter of an hour proving that the same
qualities that made Neeka a fantastic lover and friend also made
her an unbeatable sparring partner.  Still, it was an awful lot
of fun, and I came away with a firmer commitment to learn to
fight.  Toward the end of our first sparring session, I got a
glimpse, just an inkling, of the degree of awareness of my body
and of the situation that I might achieve.  It was an incredibly
heady feeling and I wanted a lot more of it.

We decided that the workshop would make a good practice room, but
the concrete floor would need some padding before we tried
anything too energetic. 

"I guess we need to go wake up everybody," I said, as we caught
our breath.  "Nap time is over."

"OK.  Let's do the boys first.  They've been asleep the longest."
 Neeka said.

"By all means, let's do the boys!"

"You devil!  You're insatiable!"

"Guilty, your honor!"

"OK, hotpants, which one do you want?"

"I'll take Bud.  You take Jim."

"Works for me."

We giggled all the way back up the stairs to the boys' rooms, but
we managed to stifle ourselves as we each quietly opened a door
and tiptoed inside.

In the dim light coming through the closed curtains, I could make
out Bud's form on the bed.  He seemed to be still sound asleep. 
"No wonder," I thought.  "If Lori and Sara didn't drain you last
night, then I certainly did with my cum-vampire act."  I decided
not to force myself on him and just to try to wake him up as
pleasantly as I could.

I untied my blouse and let it drop and stepped out of my
barely-on shorts.  Slipping off my shoes, I walked over to the
far side of the bed.  I picked up the sheet and crawled in as
carefully as I could.  Moving slowly, I slid over next to Bud
until I was almost touching him and I was able to lay my head
down on his pillow.

For a moment, I lay there, listening to him breathe and feeling
his body-heat radiate into my breasts and my stomach.  I lay
quietly and for the first time considered what it would feel like
to spend all night in a boy's bed, with our bodies nestled
against each other, enjoying closeness beyond that of sexual
intimacy.  I decided that I'd really like to try that sometime. 
Perhaps I could even get an invitation.  For the moment, I could
lie there and fantasize about it.

I closed my eyes and tried to match my breathing to Bud's.  I
rolled into him so that our bodies were just touching.  The
feeling and the heat of his flesh touching my breasts was
wonderful.

The touch must have woken him, because he rolled over into me. 
His hips pressed on mine and his chest crushed my breasts between
us.  His cheek was on mine and I could feel his breath on my ear.
 I turned my head slightly, so that my lips were touching his.  I
whispered into his mouth, "Hi there.  Time to wake up."  I rubbed
my lips against his, inviting a kiss.

Bud opened his eyes and looked right into mine.  "Hello, Sis," he
said, "Funny meeting you here."  He kissed me and put his arms
around me.  I snuggled against him and we lay there, holding each
other while he finished waking up.  After a few moments, he said,
"This is reeeeealy nice.  If I have to wake up, this is
definitely the best way to do it."

"You don't mind me sneaking into your room and climbing into bed
with you?" I asked.

"Oh no!  You are welcome in my bed anytime you want, for as long
as you want."  To emphasize his point, he kissed me and hugged me
tight.

"That's good," I said.  "'cause I was feeling guilty about...you
know...using you."

"Using me?  Sam, let's clear this up right now.  You are the
bravest, strongest, most beautiful girl I have ever seen.  You
are sweet, kind, loving, thoughtful, and you could have any guy
you want by winking at him.  You come in here and let me have sex
with you and you wonder if I mind?  Let me think about this for a
bit-NO!  Any more questions you need answered?"

"I guess not.  Oh, I came to tell you that lunch is almost ready.
 The Chef is hard at work in the kitchen as we speak."

"Just let me hit the john for a sec and I'll be right down."  He
said, but he did not make a move to get out of bed.  I didn't
move either.  It was just too darn nice to lie there and hold
each other.  Eventually, nature's call became irresistible.  He
rolled off the bed and headed into the bathroom and I got dressed
and stepped out into the hall.

I poked my nose into Jim's room to see how Neeka was coming along
with getting Jim to wake up.  The unmistakable sound of Neeka
squealing with pleasure as Jim fucked her sent a tingle through
my pussy.  "Better make it a quickie," I thought to her as I
closed the door.  I got back the feeling of Jim's hard cock
slamming into her pussy over and over.  It was enough to make me
collapse to the floor of the hall with my hand in my pussy and my
pants around my ankles.  It was another of those 'zero to 60 in
no time flat' feelings.  

I almost surrendered to the secondary experience.  It was so
tempting to just lie there and go along for the ride.  With more
will-power than I thought I could muster, I got to my feet and
even managed to walk a few steps before I heard Neeka screaming
in ecstasy through the bedroom door and inside my head.  Her
orgasm became my orgasm and we both nearly came our brains out.

It would have been embarrassing and difficult to explain if Bud
found me lying on the hall floor in mid-orgasm, so as soon as I
could force myself back to my feet, I staggered into my own room
a short distance away.  I had to run to the bathroom for a towel
to sop up the juice flooding out of my pussy.  I wondered if this
was what Neeka felt every time I had sex with someone and she was
in range of our telepathic link.  I had no sooner posed the
question to myself than the answer came from across the hall,
"Yes!"  Followed by "Can I come use your bidet?  Jim and Bud
don't have one and I am awash in cum."

"Come ahead," I sent back, smiling.  She was there in seconds,
one hand holding her clothes and the other clamped to her pussy
as she tried to keep the stuff from gushing out all over the
carpet.  I went out to the bedroom to get dressed while she
cleaned up.

As soon as we were both presentable we went down to check on the
Henderson girls.  The bedroom we had left them in was empty, the
clothes we had left for them were gone, and the bed had been
remade.  All the clothes we had tried on had been hung back in
the closet or put away in drawers.  I knew Bambi would appreciate
houseguests who picked up after themselves.  It looked like Lori
and Sara were making an effort to get invited back.

We arrived for lunch to find the Hendersons setting the table and
pouring the iced tea while Bambi added garnish to the plates of
neatly sliced sandwiches.  One look told me that she had no
intention of lowering her standards on preparation or
presentation, despite my complaint that she was overdoing things.
 I decided with a shrug that if she got a kick out of preparing
and serving us gourmet meals, then I would shut up and eat them
and be grateful that I had such a wonderful mother. 

Jim and Bud came in right behind us and we all sat down to eat. 
Everyone had an appetite and there was very little conversation
until the food was almost gone.

Lori brought up the inevitable subject, "Mrs. Reynolds, we want
to thank you for having us over and for cooking for us and
everything.  We really hate to leave, but we both have homework
left to do before tomorrow and we should be getting back."

Sara chimed in, "Oh yes, this has been the best time I've ever
had.  I hope we can come back real soon."  Her blatant plea for a
follow-up invitation was rewarded by her sister with a nasty
look; one that she returned with a pout.  

Bambi answered graciously, "I'm glad you had a good time.  It's
been a pleasure to have you here.  I'm sorry you had to be
exposed to that unpleasantness last night.  You do realize that
you can't discuss that with anyone, don't you?"

Both girls nodded vigorously.  Lori said, "Oh yes!  Sam made us
promise not to say a word.  And we really don't want Sam mad at
us.  Seriously, we know we owe Sam a lot.  She probably saved all
of our lives.  But if she doesn't want to be a hero, then we'll
never tell."  That earned me a couple of looks from Neeka and
Bambi that I knew were about that 'wanting to be a hero'
comment.

"Thank you," I said.  "But you know this is best for everyone if
we just forget the whole thing ever happened."  I got a few nods
at that, even from the boys.

"Your clothes are in the laundry room.  It's the first door on
the right going down the stairs to the Family Room." Bambi said.
"When you are ready to go, I will drive you home.  I'd like for
you to keep the outfits you have on..." Lori and Sara almost
squealed with joy at this news.  "...but I'm afraid your mother
might not approve of either the gift or the, ah, style.  If you
like, I can keep them for you so you can wear them whenever you
come over.  OK?"  Lori and Sara both jumped up and ran over and
hugged Bambi at hearing her compromise.  It meant they would be
coming back and that they could wear their sexy outfits again. 
After Bambi, they kept going around the table, kissing and
hugging everyone before running off to change.

"I'd better go, too." Neeka said.  "You'll be seeing enough of me
around here, and I have to go check on Mom.  Besides, you two
have some things to talk about."  She got up and took her plate
into the kitchen.  When she came back, she said to me, "You stay
in touch, now."  Like it was something that I had control over. 
Then she bent down and kissed me good before moving on to do the
same to Bud, Jim, and Bambi.  When she had run off to change as
well, I gave the boys the steely eyeball until they spontaneously
volunteered to clean off the table and do the dishes.

Bambi and I went off to the first-floor living room to talk.  It
was the first time I had been in one of the formal rooms, and it
was a really impressive place.  They only used it for holidays
and parties and stuff, and it looked like a picture out of a
magazine.  It was full of gold and brocade and elaborate lamps
and deep plush carpet.  I perched on a loveseat and Bambi sat
down with her arm around me.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" She asked. "Monique seemed
to think it was a serious matter."

"It's something that happened just a while ago.  I didn't want to
bring it up so soon.  Neeka is right, though.  I need to talk
about this now, so we...so you can be thinking about it.  It has
to do with where I'm...where we are going from here.  It's about
what I plan to do...to become.  This is harder than I thought it
would be.  I really don't want to make you unhappy, but when I
found....  Oh crud."  I wasn't going about this in any coherent
way, I realized.  Time to back up and start over.

"I was snooping." I confessed.  "I went down the back stairs into
the workshop."  I looked up at Bambi.  She didn't bat an eye. 
Either she didn't know what I was talking about or she did and
she wanted to see where I was going.  "I found the motorcycle."

"I don't..." she began, "...Oh!  Ben's bike!  You want to know if
you can use it?"

"Well, yes.  I know I'm too young.  I know I'll need lessons. 
Neeka can drive me until then.  We'll be really careful, I
promise."  I tried my best to look pitiful.  I was wasting my
acting talents.

"Of course you can use the bike.  I'm not afraid of you riding
the motorcycle.  Damn, girl.  You had me scared.  I thought it
was something serious."

"I'm sorry."  Now I was confused.  I just apologized for not
having something to ask that would bother her.  "I was afraid
that...well, it was Ben's and all."

"You thought I would be bothered by you riding a machine that my
husband bought.  One of his toys?  Honey, those were his toys we
were playing with yesterday.  Those were things he actually
touched.  If he knew what we were doing with them, and you won't
really ever fully convince me that he wasn't watching us, he
would have been very happy.  That bike has been sitting down
there for the last year.  He ordered it two years ago from a man
in California.  They spent a lot of time fooling around with what
it was going to look like and how fast it could go, but Ben never
lived to see it.  It was finished and shipped after his accident
early last year.  I have no emotional attachment to it and if Ben
thinks anything about it, I'm sure he would rather it be ridden
than to sit down there and rust away.

As far as you being the one to ride it; girl, if I understand you
right, you plan to try to turn yourself into some kind of Amazon
warrior and go out and save people.  After what happened last
night I am obligated by all I hold dear to do everything I can to
help you.  If you need someone to hold your coat while you run
into a burning building after someone's child, I'll be there for
you.  And you'll be able to find me when you come out, because
I'll be the one cheering the loudest."

She got me again.  She was just going to be as stubborn about
supporting me as I was about doing it.  Again, there was only one
thing I could say, "Thanks, Mom." 

I swung my legs over hers and leaned my head on her breast.  She
rocked me and I thought about where I was going and how much my
life had changed in two short weeks.  "Do you know any places I
can go to learn Kung Fu?" I asked. 

"No," she said with a laugh that vanished almost instantly.  "But
I will check on that while you are at school tomorrow and let you
know.  I'm sure we can find something. Do you want a class or
private lessons?" 

"A class will do to start.  No sense wasting someone's time if
I'm not going to be able to handle it, and if I get to the point
where private lessons would be better, then we can do that.  Oh,
ah, Neeka made me promise that she could take them with me. 
She's going to be my driver and sparring partner." 

"Well, that's up to Monique.  I'll certainly include her if
that's what you want.  But is she really up to being your
sparring partner?  You might hurt her." 

"You're forgetting something.  I did too, until she pointed it
out to me." 

"What?  If you can beat those thugs, you should have no trouble
with Monique!" 

"Those thugs could not read my mind and counter every move I made
before I made it." 

"Ah!  You're right.  I hadn't though of that.  Hmmm.  She's
right.  If she is willing to do it, she's the best choice for the
job.  You say she wants to drive the bike, too?" 

"Unhunh." 

"Brave girl.  I can see where having her along would be a great
safety factor too.  You wouldn't need to call for help if you got
into a bind and she would know where to go to pick you up.  I
feel better about this now.  This is going to work out." 

"Can we get some tumbling mats to put in the workshop?  We
already tried sparring down there.  The light is fine, but the
floor is too hard." 

"You are really thinking this out!  Yes, I can have some mats
installed.  I'm sure the same place I bought all that
weightlifting stuff for the boys will have something.  I need to
make a list." 

We got up and went back to the kitchen so she could get a pad and
pencil.  She jotted a couple of things down and then said,
"Anything else?  How about a costume?  Have you thought of that?"


"Actually...no." 

"Well, you will have to have a costume.  Something tight, so it
won't get in your way.  Something light, but substantial enough
to give you some protection.  Ah!  I bet our Mr. Morton would
have some suggestions.  The old dear would love this sort of
thing.  The most challenging request he gets now is 'make my butt
look smaller'.  Of course, we won't tell him what it's for.  But
if he sees it on the news, can you imagine how proud he would
be?"  Bambi had the bit in her teeth and she was off to the
races.  She was still scribbling away when Neeka and the
Hendersons came back from changing. 

"Thanks for ironing our clothes, Mrs. Reynolds!" Lori said.  "It
was sweet of you to do that for us.  We put all the sexy clothes
in the washer on the gentle setting.  I hope that was right?" 

"Yes, Lori.  That was very thoughtful of you.  Well, if everybody
is ready to go, I'll just get my car keys and we will be on our
way.  Oh, did Bud and Jim say goodbye?" 

"Oh, yes ma'am.  That's what took us so long." Sara smirked.  "We
all had a nice goodbye kiss."

"That's nice.  I'm glad they didn't just run off and watch TV or
something."  She got her purse with her keys and we all marched
out to the car through the side door.  

Neeka and I said our own goodbye as Lori and Sara piled into the
back seat.  "Let me know what we're doing about the lessons," she
reminded me.

"When I know, you'll know," I said.  We kissed briefly and she
walked on up the street to her house.  I hopped into the front
seat of the car and Bambi drove us over to the Henderson's
house.

When we got there, Lori and Sara kissed me goodbye at the curb
and I waited in the car while Mrs. Reynolds walked the girls to
the front door.  I saw Mrs. Henderson open it and Lori and Sara
hug their mother and run into the house.  Bambi and Mrs.
Henderson talked for a while on the front step and then she came
back to the car.

"What did you tell her?" I asked, just in case I would need to
backup her story at some point, of course.

"I told her that she was a very lucky woman to have two such
wonderful daughters.  I told her that they were a joy to have as
houseguests and that we hoped that they would be able to come
back again very soon.  I told her that they helped me with the
laundry; that they made their own beds, and picked up after
themselves.  I told her that they were polite and considerate and
that I attributed all of this to their upbringing."

"And she bought all that?"

"I doubt it, but I don't think too many other mothers bring them
home and give her such a glowing report on her daughter's
sterling qualities.  She's probably in there now asking them why
they can't behave that well at home."

"You painted them into a corner."  I chuckled.

"Yes.  I did.  They are really wonderful girls and I like them
both quite a bit.  I want them to visit again, as do you and Bud
and Jim.  For that to happen, Mrs. Henderson must believe that we
are a good influence on them.  Now, they have to live up to my
praise.  So yes, I painted them into a corner, and now they
either have to rise to their potential or admit that they are not
the people I said they were."

"You know, they could get even with you very easily.  All they
have to do is tell their mother about your four-star cooking. 
She might not appreciate the comparison."

"Hmmm.  I hadn't thought of that.  But even so, it would just
serve to show that my standards are high.  They would be raising
the bar for themselves.  And thank you for the somewhat
back-handed compliment.  I also felt that I owed them for
allowing them to be put in harms way last night.  I should have
been there."

"What would you have done if you had?"  I knew where this
discussion was going, but Bambi seemed to be determined to blame
herself anyway.

"Probably something stupid that would have got someone hurt. 
Most likely me.  I would have tried to protect you   the last
person who needed protecting.  The one person who had the ability
and the will to protect everyone else."  I saw tears run out of
the corners of her eyes as she admitted that she would have been
more hindrance than help.  "I'm sorry.  I can't help how I feel.
This is why I'm going to do my best to help you succeed.  If you
can save just one person, then I can claim some small amount of
responsibility for that and it will go a long way toward easing
my mind about last night."

That explained a lot about her enthusiasm for my new profession.
I had been sure she would want to try to protect me, even to talk
me out of it.  Instead, she depended on me to help her erase what
she saw as her failure to protect her children and children given
into her safekeeping when they were in danger.  The web of
obligations around me was getting thicker and stronger all the
time.

When we got back, Bud had gone off to play ball at a friend's
house and Jim was waiting to talk to his mother.

"What is it Jim?" Mrs. Reynolds said as she dropped her purse on
the small desk in the kitchen.  She hung her car keys on the hook
on the wall and turned to face her son, who was obviously having
trouble with his question.  When he looked pleadingly at me, I
took the hint.

"I'll be upstairs in my room for a while...reading." I said. 
"Long book.  War and Peace or something.  Later!"  I'd really
liked to have heard Jim pop the question, but it wouldn't have
been fair to make him ask in front of me.  I settled for peeking
down the hall from the second step on the front stairs.  I
couldn't see Jim from there but I could see his mother.  I could
heard muffled voices and I saw Bambi smile and pull Jim over to
the sofa.  Then I quit spying and I snuck off upstairs to find
something to amuse myself for about half an hour or so.

I went up to the rooftop deck to sit in the sun and think.  It
was cloudy when I opened the door onto the small patio area.  I
was disappointed, but when I saw the whirlpool tub I knew that
would be an even better place to meditate.  I folded the top back
and leaned it against the wall.  The controls were clear enough
to be understood by partygoers after a few drinks, so I did not
have much trouble deciphering them.  I took off my blouse and
shorts and settled into the warm bubbly water.  It was heavenly.
The soothing water took kinks out of me that I did not know were
there.  It was so luxurious that it was distracting.  I would
have to get out if I wanted to sit and think about something
other than how good I felt.

After a few marvelous minutes I turned off the whirlpool and
closed it up.  Then I went up to the open upper deck to sit and
dry off.  There wasn't much of a breeze and still little sun, but
I was in no hurry.  I settled down and focused my attention
inward on myself.  I questioned my goal.  I questioned my
motives.  I questioned whether I had the right to drag other
people into what might end up being a really bad idea.  Once I
had confirmed that I was doing what I had to do, what I was meant
to do, I started thinking about where I needed to go from here. 
The training was a good idea.  The bike could be very useful. 
Neeka would be the most useful part of the scheme.  Bambi was
right about that.  Even I felt better knowing that there would
always be a way for me to call for help if I got in over my head
or if I needed to make a quick exit.  As I thought of her, I felt
Neeka's unvoiced question in my head.  "No snooping." I thought.
"This is private, please."  I felt her attention shift away from
me as she went back to studying her History text.  I looked over
the rooftop towards her house.  It was several hundred feet away.
 Plenty of range, then.  We could find out just how far we could
reach some other time.

I thought about my abilities.  I thought it was vain to think of
them as 'powers'.  They were simply things that I could do, like
some people can do complicated math problems in their heads, or
some people are natural athletes.  I remembered an old movie
about a 'natural' baseball player.  I could just naturally
augment my strength and stamina with my mind.  I could also talk
to Neeka.  That was the part that puzzled me the most.  It seemed
so one-sided that she could hear me so easily, but I had to
concentrate to hear her.  I remembered being able to talk to her
mother as if in a normal conversation, but before that, all I got
was her emotions.  I vividly remembered the shock of feeling her
orgasm through the mind-link.  It seemed so strong, where her
thoughts had almost eluded me.

I tried to 'listen' with my mind again.  This time, I wasn't
listing for thoughts or words, but just tuning in on whatever was
out there.  I tried to clear my mind and find a quiet place to be
inside my head.  I opened my mental 'ears' and let whatever there
was come in.  

At first there was only a vague, muddled feeling, like emotional
white-noise.  I could almost pick out individual emotions.  I
tried harder and it all went away.  I was about to get frustrated
with it, when it occurred to me that trying was what made it
stop.  If I quit trying and just listened it might work better. 
I opened up again.  I made no attempt to find, filter, sense,
detect, tune in, or otherwise look for things.  I just listened.
I let it come to me.  

After a minute, I picked up a feeling of great joy and
contentment.  I thought I knew what that must be, but I did not
pursue it.  I let it pass by and kept listening.  I got the
impression of hunger, then another of anger.  Each went past like
a train whistle on a fast freight.  I picked up a chorus of
excitement that rose to a high pitch and then crashed into
disappointment.  That one was easily identifiable.  I remembered
seeing my father watching football on Sunday afternoon and the
missed field goal that could have won the game had sounded just
like that, but with sound.

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath.  I had made some
progress.  I felt sure that with practice I could 'hear' fear, a
skill that would be invaluable in locating victims.  Certainly
strong emotions would shine like a lighthouse beacon at night and
I would be able to home-in on the source.  Just being able to
know when I was needed would be enough to call the whole thing a
fantastic success.

I went back down to my room and took a quick shower to get the
chorine off me, then I put on a pair of my old bike shorts and a
cropped t-shirt.  I went downstairs quietly to see if the coast
was clear.

I had just stuck my head around a corner when Bambi walked past
me with the biggest smile on her face.  She looked a little dazed
as she grabbed me and hugged me hard before she spun off and
pranced up the stairs.  I went downstairs looking for Jim.  He
was in the family room, sitting on the couch, staring out the
windows.

"Hi!" I said.  He turned and looked at me with a funny
half-smile.

"Hi, yourself.  You were right.  She loved it and it did not do
me any harm whatever.  I enjoyed it more than I thought.  You
could say that I got in touch with my inner infant."

"Did you say anything about the car?"

"Oh no!  First, it would have been crass.  Too quid-pro-quo. 
Second, you taught me that it is better to do good to someone
without expecting anything in return.  Third, I don't doubt for a
second that she will give me the car.  The way she looked at me
was incredible.  It was beautiful.  I feel crummy for even
thinking of wanting something in return besides the smile on her
face."

"Yes, I saw the smile.  I think she's going to be wearing it for
a while.  Listen, I think I'd like to try out some of this
stuff."  I hooked a thumb at the other end of the room, the end
with all the machinery in it.  "Could you show me how to use
this?"



I spent the rest of the afternoon in the exercise area of the
family room.  I had Jim show me how to use all the machines and
how to set up the stands and load the weights.  He gave me some
pointers on the proper technique to get the best results and then
stood and spotted for me as I worked out.

At Jim's suggestion, I started with the smallest pair of
dumbbells and worked my way up from there.  I did a set with each
and rested before moving up to the next.  I was proud of the fact
that I made it almost halfway through the range of weight before
I had to resort to trance to get the strength needed to complete
the set.  I got through the last set using the weight that I had
used to level Leon.  Holding that dumbbell again brought back
conflicting memories of regret and revenge.

I had Jim load the bar on the bench with the same weight I had
just used.  I did ten reps and had him add more.  We used the
same pump and rest cycle as with the dumbbells, adding more
weight each time.  When we got up to 220 pounds, Jim started
getting a funny look.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"220 is my best press," he said.  I tried to think of something
to say to him, but nothing seemed helpful.  I lifted the bar,
steadied it and pumped it ten times.  Jim dropped his eyes to the
floor as I settled the bar back on the stand.

"Are you OK with helping me?" I asked.

"Yeah.  Never mind me.  You go for it.  To steal a phrase from
you, 'it's a guy thing'."

I went through 240 and then 260 before sanity returned and I
decided to give myself a break.  I was pretty sure I would not
tear a muscle, or if I did, that I could fix it immediately, but
I wanted to get the benefit of the workout, not set a new record
for the womens' 48kg class.  As I sat up for the last time, Jim
was looking at me funny again.

"What?" I asked.

"Jeez.  You aren't even sweating."  I lifted an arm to check my
pit.  I was dry as a bone.  I de-tranced.  I felt refreshed and
energized.  "You could keep going, couldn't you?"  Jim asked.

"Unhunh."  I admitted.

"Holy shit.  I knew you were strong...but...jeez.  You're
strong!"

"Yeah.  Jim, sit."  Jim sat.

"Yes, ma'am." He said.

I looked into his eyes.  To say he had discovered a new level of
respect for me would be a mild way of putting it.

"Jim, are you going to be OK with this?  I would really
appreciate your help, but if this is going to freak you out, I
can do it alone."

"No!  I'm good.  Really."  He paused for a bit to collect his
thoughts.  "I just.  I mean."  He paused again.  "Last night you
were great!  I was so impressed.  Then we started talking this
superhero stuff, and I thought it was great.  I just didn't take
it seriously, you know?  I thought it was just talk   a put-on. 
But it wasn't, was it?  You really are a superhero?"

"Not yet, Jim.  Not yet.  But I'm working on it.  And I need you
to help me."  I went over and sat on his lap.  I leaned against
him and put my head on his shoulder.  

"Please hold me?"  I asked.  He put both arms around me.  We sat
for a while and after a bit I felt him relax.  Soon, he started
stroking my back.  Then he kissed my forehead.  He sighed and
hugged me.

"I'm OK now." He said.  "Thanks.  This is just getting a little
strange."

"I'm afraid it's going to get worse before it gets better,
Jimbo."  I smiled at him.  "Things are certain to get a lot
stranger before we're through with this."

"Sam, I promise I will help you in any way I can.  You can rely
on me, OK."

"OK.  That's good to know."  There was something else I wanted to
ask, but I wasn't sure how to put it.  Jim must have sensed it.

"Was there something else you wanted to talk about?" He said.

"Well, I'm curious.  That smile...  I was wondering if you could
show me what you did to put that smile on her face."

"Oh."  He said, "Stand up and I'll show you.  First she opened
her blouse..."  I stood in front of him.  My breasts were just
level with his face.  I pulled the short t-shirt up over my
breasts.

"...and I took my hands and cupped her breasts like this."  He
took my breasts in each hand.  His grip was firm, but gentle.  He
pulled me closer.  I could feel his breath on my nipple as he
pulled my breast to his lips.

"...I licked it like this."  He slowly licked the whole nipple
with one broad swipe of his tongue.  I felt a tingle shoot
through me as the rough part of his tongue scraped across my
sensitive flesh.

"...and I sucked it like this."  He pursed his lips like he was
about to blow a bugle.  He tightened his grip on my breast, like
he thought I might try to get away.  Then he pulled the nipple to
his lips.

He slowly sucked my nipple into his mouth through his pursed
lips.  I could feel it deforming into a thin cone as it was drawn
in.  It felt like it was being sucked down a straw.  The feeling
of being sucked in was intense.  It was like he wanted to get the
whole breast into his mouth through his pursed lips.  When no
more of me could be sucked in, he stepped up the suction and
started to lick the part of me inside his mouth.  He was so
demanding and his mouth was so strong that I almost swooned with
pleasure at the feeling.

I leaned my head back and bit my lip as the intense feeling that
was not quite pain melted into pure pleasure.  I shuddered and
gave a little squeak.  I pulled the t-shirt off and tossed it
over the barbell.  He changed to sucking in slow pulses, drawing
more of me into his mouth each time.  It was wonderful.  I felt
my breast responding to the demand on it by becoming warm and
swelling with milk.  Shortly, I felt the hot fluid flow from my
breast into his mouth and I moaned low in my throat.

Jim never missed a beat.  He kept the same steady sucking pace as
before, even though he was having to swallow about every second
time, now.  I dropped my hands to my sides and let him have
complete control of my breasts.

After a couple of minutes, he let my nipple slip back out of his
mouth.  It was swollen from the workout he had given it and it
was bright red.  He licked it again with the back of his tongue.
This time the rough feeling made me shiver.  He pulled my other
breast to his lips and I knew my other nipple was in for the same
treatment.

Instead of taking the other nipple immediately he paused.  I felt
it swell in anticipation and my breast was already beginning to
produce milk as well.  When the swelling became an ache, I said
"Please.  Do it."  He quit torturing me and began to suck on my
other nipple as well.  When he had it halfway into his mouth I
came.  I had no idea that I could cum from breast stimulation
alone, so it was a shock to me.  I managed to keep my legs under
me, but my arms jerked and dangled at my sides and my head
dropped back on my neck.  Jim had such a firm grip on my breasts
that I felt like he could hold me up by them alone.

He sucked my nipple all the way into his mouth, just like the
first one.  He gave it the complete treatment and when he was
done, both nipples were swollen and puffy.  Both felt like they
had been thoroughly used and both glowed with pleasure.

"Damn!  That was good!" I said with a big grin on my face.  "You
have a rare talent."

"And you have milk," he said.  "Delicious, too."  Seeing that I
was in no hurry to leave, he kissed my breasts and licked my
nipples some more.  I purred with pleasure at the feeling of his
mouth on me.  When he squeezed my breast and pulled it roughly to
his mouth I made no protest, but shuddered with the expectation
of further stimulation.

This time he sucked even harder than before.  It felt like he
wanted to suck all of me into him.  It made me even more excited
and milk practically spewed out of my nipple.  He started to
alternate between breasts, each time sucking harder than before.
Soon, both my nipples were very red and sore from being sucked so
hard.

Jim stopped to look at them.  I thought he was admiring his work,
but he looked concerned, so I told him, "You can't hurt me,
remember.  Suck as hard as you want.  Suck as hard as you can.  I
love it."

Encouraged, he renewed his attack on my tender flesh.  He became
a tiger and I was his prey.  He mauled my breasts and sucked my
nipples so hard I thought they would burst.  Milk was dripping
from both nipples continuously, whether he was sucking them or
not.  I came again.  Then again.  I surrendered my breasts to his
rough treatment and vibrated where I stood as orgasms wracked my
body.  Jim had found my weakness.  I loved having my breasts
abused.

Jim must have finally accepted that he could not hurt me and that
I was thoroughly enjoying everything he was doing.  He stopped
sucking and started biting my nipples, gently at first and then
harder until he was almost chewing them.

"Oh, God!  YES!  I love it.  Oh, damn!  Oh, don't stop.  Don't
ever stop."  I shrieked.  I was cumming so hard that he could
have bitten my nipple right off and I would have loved it.  He
dug his teeth into me and tugged like he was trying to rip them
off my body.  He squeezed my breasts until they were about to
pop.  He started biting my bulging flesh.  He became like a wild
animal trying to eat me alive.

Finally, I was cumming so hard that I could no longer stand up. 
I collapsed onto Jim and he caught me and held me tightly.  I
felt him pick me up off my feet and carry me over to a loveseat
where he laid me down.  My smile was so wide that my back teeth
were showing.  I was in a state of bliss.  Jim went into the
bathroom and came back with a towel which he used to mop the
rivulets of milk that were drying on my breasts.  His tender
touch was a sweet counterpoint to the brutal way he had savaged
me.

As he tended to me, I managed to pry my eyes open and focus on
his face.  He saw me looking at him and smiled back.  My nipples
were raw and so hugely swollen that I could see them sticking out
on the tips of my beasts like purplish-red muffin tops.  The
feeling of ecstasy radiating from them was intense.  I had to
touch them.  I softly ran my fingers over them then I put my
palms over them.  The heat of my hands on them was like fire.

Jim watched me play with my breasts with almost as big a smile as
I had.  "You fraud."  He said, chuckling.  "You let us think you
were being tortured.  You had to get free before you had a
climax.  The game would have been up, then."

I put a finger to my pursed lips.  "Shhhhh!" I said.  "Don't tell
on me.  Neeka already scolded me for getting free too quickly. 
She says I cheated her out of being ass-raped with Bubba's big
cock."

"You and Neeka are just alike; a couple of horny girls who are up
for anything.  Damn!  Bubba and Leon got off light.  If they
hadn't got out when they did, you two might have fucked them to
death."

"What an interesting idea.  Careful I don't try it out on you,
Jimbo."

"I'd go willingly and die happy.  I have an idea.  Wait here." 
He went over to the wet bar and bent down.  I couldn't see what
he was doing, but when he came back he had his hands behind him
and he was grinning wickedly.

"What are you up to?"  I asked.  "Nothing good, I hope."

"Close your eyes and I'll give you a surprise."

I was tempted to peek, but I was so aroused I would have let him
do anything to me anyway, so I closed my eyes.  I heard him lean
closer and then I felt the ice cubes being rubbed on my nipples.
It felt awful, wonderful, hot, cold, arousing, numbing and very,
very intense.  I arched my back and lifted myself off the couch
with my hands.  Jim rubbed the ice around and around and over my
abused nipples.  The sensation was so overpowering that I wanted
to scream.  I clenched my teeth and growled like an animal in the
back of my throat.  My climax roared back to life and my growl
turned into panting as I twisted my torso around involuntarily,
making Jim chase my breasts around with the ice.

It was such an intense experience that I felt like I was going to
pass out, but I clung to consciousness and savored the whole
thing.  Eventually, the ice melted.  My swollen nipples had
shrunk to mere nubs from the chill of the ice.  Water ran off my
breasts and threatened the leather upholstery.  Jim thoughtfully
mopped it up with the towel.  I lay with my head on the armrest
of the loveseat and whimpered as echoes of my orgasm ricocheted
around my spine, making me twitch and jerk.

Jim sat on the floor next to me and stroked me all over as my
climax melted into afterglow.  He touched my hair, my face, my
breasts, my stomach, and my legs.  I closed my eyes and let his
hands sooth me.  I was like a cat laying it its owners lap; just
a love-sponge, soaking up all I could get.  I did my best to purr
for him so he would know how I felt.

I must have drifted off, because when I opened my eyes, Jim was
gone.  There was an afghan over me and my t-shirt had been folded
and placed on the back of the couch where I would be sure to see
it.  I stretched and yawned before sitting up and putting on my
top.

When I stood up, I saw Bud sitting a few feet away in an easy
chair.  He was reading the newspaper and he had earphones on so
he could listen to music without disturbing me.  When he saw me
get up, he took off the phones and put down the paper.

"Hi, there, sleepyhead.  Did you have a nice nap?"  He asked.

"Oh, yes.  Thank you.  How long have you been here?"

"I came in right before the snoring started.  You have a pretty
little snore if you sleep with your neck at the right angle.  I
took over from Jim so he could go do some homework."

I must have looked puzzled as I folded the afghan and laid it
over the back of the couch, because Bud said, "I didn't want you
to get cold, so I put that over you.  I hope you were
comfortable."

"Yes, thank you.  But you didn't have to sit with me."

"There was nothing I would rather do."

"That's sweet.  Thank you."  I climbed into his lap and cuddled
up to him.  He hugged me and kissed me.  I purred for him, too.

"You're just a big pussy-cat." He said.

"Would you like to pet the pussy?" I asked, as I let my legs
slowly fall open.

"Always."  He put his hand between my legs and started stroking
up and down on the taut spandex where it stretched over my mound.
 I purred some more.  I thought I could really get into being a
cat.  Maybe I could wear a cat-costume.  I could be 'Cat Girl'. 
Somehow it didn't sound all that intimidating.  I couldn't
imagine evil-doers being terrified to find they were being
stalked by 'Cat Girl'.

Bud was starting to make me hot with his rubbing.  I could feel
my juices start to flow inside me.  I lifted my butt off his lap
and pulled the waistband of my tights down.  He finished peeling
them off my legs and sent back to stroking me.  It was so much
better with his hand on my naked skin.  I spread my legs wide so
he could touch me everywhere.

He stroked my hairless outer lips and then ran his fingers in
between, lightly touching and tugging on my inner labia.  I
clenched my pussy muscles and my labia slowly peeled apart to
reveal my glistening hole.  Bud circled my opening again and
again with his fingers until I was desperate to get him to stick
them inside me.  I bucked my hips toward his hand and my opening
gaped and shut as if crying out my need.  At last he took pity on
me and slid his middle finger into my hot, wet hole.  It felt so
good that I wanted to clamp my legs shut on his hand and trap in
there.  Instead I spread my legs apart as far as I could and I
looked at Bud with a 'fuck me' look.

He pushed his finger inside me as far as he could.  He curled it
around and felt for my g-spot.  I moaned and rolled my eyes back
when he hit it with the end of his finger.  He rubbed it a couple
of times and then pulled his hand out.  I whimpered for him to
put it back in.  When he added a second finger beside the first
and pushed both of them into me, I felt like a virgin being
penetrated for the first time.  Bud was as surprised as I was at
how tight I was.

I tried to relax as much as possible, and Bud was patient about
working his fingers deeper into me.  The feeling was fantastic. 
I was getting hotter and wetter all the time.  I grabbed my
breasts and rolled my nipples between my fingers while Bud
finger-fucked me.  When he was able to reach it again, he rubbed
my g-spot with his fingers and rubbed my hard clit with his
thumb.  

The feeling was so strong; it felt like I had been plugged into
an electrical outlet.  I came instantly.  All my muscles tensed
and jerked while Bud continued gently massaging my hot spots.

My orgasm had just started to ease when we heard a voice from the
foot of the stairs, "Bud, take your hand out of your sister and
you two wash up and get dressed.  We have a reservation at 7:00
and I'd like to be there on time."  Mrs. Reynolds turned to go
back up the stairs.

"Aw, Mom!" I called, "He hasn't fucked me yet!  Just a few more
minutes?  Please?"

"No, young lady.  Go get ready.  He can screw you when we get
back, or in the back seat of the car if you can't wait that long,
but we are going to be on time at the restaurant.  It's
discourteous to be late."

Needless to say, the look on Bud's face was priceless.  I just
loved messing with boys' heads.  His mother started it, though. 
She was probably upstairs now having a giggling fit.  I knew what
started it.  She had walked in on us and did not want to
embarrass us, so she decided press on with her purpose and ignore
the element of embarrassment.  She had done the same thing
earlier to Sara.

"I guess we'll have to pick this up later," I said to Bud.

"I guess," he said.  He still did not stop finger-fucking me.

"Yep.  We better run up and get ready to go," I said.

"Unhunh.   We better.  Can you come again so soon?"

"No, I don't think so.  But that just feels sooooooo goooood. 
Oh, heck!  Unhand me and let's go."  Bud slowly slipped his
fingers out of me, but he teased all the way.  Twisting his hand,
spreading his fingers, he made me feel it all the way out.

"God!  You're driving me crazy," I said.  "Stop that or Mom will
have to come back down here with a bucket of cold water to get us
apart."

"Well, we wouldn't want that."  He took his fingers out, but he
took my clit between his thumb and index finder and squeezed it.
It bulged under the pressure and I thought I would cum again
right then, but instead it just pushed me right to the edge. 
Then he rolled it gently between his fingers and I moaned way
back in my throat.  My stomach muscles clenched of their own
accord.  I was panting and glassy-eyed and needed to cum again in
the worst way.  Bud let go of my clit and pulled the skin back
down over it.  He pressed my labia back together and pulled my
legs together.  He slapped me on the butt and pushed me back to
my feet.

I stood there pouting at Bud, with my hands on my boobs,
squeezing them and rubbing my nipples.  He laughed and said,
"Serves you right.  Now you get a taste of your own medicine." 
He held up his hand beside his head, with his thumb and finger
almost touching.  "Remember Darth Vader?  Think of your clit in
here."  He rubbed his fingers together and chuckled, "Heh heh
heh.  Now let's see how long you can stay hot and wet without
cumming!  Go get dressed.  No panties.  And I want to be able to
see that your nipples stay hard the whole time, so wear something
they show through."

"OK.  I'll do it.," I said.  I ran off up the stairs with my
juice running down my thighs.  Bud was right.  I had been doing
this to people all weekend.  It was only fair that I taste a dose
of my own medicine.  I wondered if I was up to the challenge.  I
was already having a hard time keeping my hands off.  My clit
seemed to be getting harder and hotter with every step I took. I
found myself walking with my knees together so my thighs would
press my pussy lips together and they would rub and tug on my
clit.  I quit that because it was just making things worse.  My
clit had pushed its way out of its hood and was waving in the air
like it was looking for something to stimulate it.  Bud's
instructions notwithstanding, if I tried to wear panties in this
condition, I would probably cum in a matter of seconds.

I had to be very careful in the shower.  It was very tempting to
let the water bring me off.  I had to turn up the cold at the end
because I was feeling a buzz starting in my clit that meant I was
going to cum any second.

I dressed in my green empire-waist dress.  The hem came to just
above mid-thigh on me, so I would have to be careful about
bending over or sitting down if I did not want to flash everyone
around me.  The bodice above the waist was sheer chiffon, but was
gathered enough so that you had to look carefully to see through
it.  With my engorged and reddened areola standing out in sharp
contrast to the white translucent cloth, a casual glance would be
all that was required to pick out my protruding nipples under the
bodice.  Knowing that my nipples would be on such prominent
display seemed to make them even redder and larger.  When I took
a deep breath they rubbed deliciously on the thin fabric.  

A pair of patent-leather mary-janes with white socks made it a
perfect 'little-girl' outfit.  I also enhanced the rosy color of
my 'make-up' to give myself a more doll-like appearance.  I
thought the 'little-girl' impression very nicely balanced my
large bust and faintly visible nipples.  Overall, it was an
unusual look but, I was very happy with it.

I skipped down to Bambi's room to show it to her and ask if she
had a small pocketbook I could borrow to go with the shoes.

"Oh you look just adorable!" She exclaimed.  "You don't see many
buxom 12 year-olds.  I love the way it makes you look both
innocent and sexy at the same time."

"I'm glad you like it," I said.  "I really love the look, too.  I
think being bottomless and shaved will work with it too."  I held
up my dress and gave a knock-kneed twist of my hips.

"That's too darling!  It looks like you forgot your panties and
you are too innocent to realize that you are exposing yourself. 
Ah, is there some significance to the fact that your clit is
poking out?"

"None other than Bud made it that way and then made me promise
not to touch it.  I'm going to need to take a pad or something to
sit on at the restaurant if I'm not going to leave a wet spot on
the chair."

"I guess I don't have to ask where he got that idea.  This is
certainly a case of the 'cows coming home to roost'."

"Isn't that 'the chickens coming home to roost'?"

"Could be.  I always heard 'cows'.  'Chickens' would make more
sense, but since chickens and cows fly about equally well, it
makes no sense either way.  Most Southernisms don't make too much
sense if you examine them closely.  It's just part of the
culture, I guess.

"I suppose a diaper would be too much.  Hmmm.  We could ask for a
booster seat, you're almost small enough for one of those.   I
know!  We'll take you a cushion.  I have a stadium seat that has
a zipper on it so a hot pack can be put inside.  The cover is
washable and we can stuff a phone book into it instead of the hot
pack.  It will add about three inches if we use the yellow pages.
 That should also be enough to get your feet off the floor.  Will
you be comfortable with your feet dangling?  I think it will look
perfect."

I said, "Oh, yes!  That's great!  I certainly won't mind sitting
higher at the table.  I'm always getting my elbows into things as
it is.  And if you haven't noticed, for someone my height, most
chairs feel like my feet are dangling anyway.

"You know, it's strange.  When I was 12, I hated being short
because it made me look younger than I was.  I always tried to
look older.  Now, here I am trying to look 12 again!"

"Sam, most women eventually start trying to look younger than
their real age.  You're just getting a jump on things, honey." 



My booster cushion worked great when we tried it out on the
breakfast room chairs.  It was made to be used on hard wooden
bench seats common to school stadiums, so it was very
comfortable.  The terry-cloth cover would soak up anything that
might endanger the fancy upholstery at Chez Whoever's and it
added a good three inches to my height at the table.  I thought I
wouldn't mind using the thing on a regular basis.  Having my feet
dangling was a small price to pay to be closer to eye-level with
everyone else at a table for a change.  One of the worst things
about being short is that people talk down to you a lot of the
time, both literally and figuratively.  The really annoying thing
is that the former often leads to the latter.

Bud continued to torture me on the ride to the restaurant.  I sat
on his lap while he stroked my pussy just enough to keep me on
the edge of an orgasm.  By the time we arrived, I was buzzing
with arousal; I had a goofy grin, and I'm sure my eyes had a
glassy look.  It was a wonderful and familiar feeling.  I had
reached the same pre-orgasmic plateau before and I liked it
almost as much as cumming, because it lasted as long as I wanted
it to.

Jim carried my cushion into the restaurant where a seriously cute
waitress in her early 20s showed us to our table.  He put it on
my chair and I crawled up onto it knees first, before turning
around and plopping my naked butt down on it.  I started swinging
my legs and looking around.  The waitress was looking at me funny
and I knew she had just got a free show when my dress rode up as
I climbed onto the chair.  When I looked again she was staring at
my chest, and her eyebrows had gone up noticeably, so she must
have been trying to figure me out.  Just to keep her confused, I
stuck my tongue out at her and made a face before appearing to be
distracted by the candles on the table.  It wasn't a hard act to
do.  I felt high as a kite and I was in a very playful mood.

Jim bent over the back of my chair to grab the arms and scoot it
up closer to the table for me.  I know what effort that took, to
lift 100 pounds at arms length without appearing to strain.  He
was playing the game, but he was also trying to show me that he
wasn't a complete wimp, even if I could bench-press 50 pounds
more than he could.  Or maybe he was doing it for the waitress'
benefit, although she was looking at me, not him.  I smiled at
him and he smiled back and then quickly moved to hold the chair
for his mother.

The waitress introduced herself as Connie and recited the
specials for us before taking our drink order for iced-teas all
around.  When she came back to take our dinner order, she kept
glancing at me.  I tried to look the part of a child, but I
suspected she was wise to me.  Still, I tried to keep the Connie
guessing until it was my turn to order.  She stood close beside
me and suggested a choice from the children's menu.  I wasn't
sure if she was kidding or if I had her bamboozled, but she did
not bat an eye when I ordered the nine ounce filet mignon,
medium-rare, baked potato, creamed spinach, and a Caesar salad
instead of the mac-and-cheese kid's plate that she had pointed
to.  I would have let her off with that, but I saw her looking
down my top as she took my menu, so I ran my hand up the back of
her skirt and stroked the inside of her thigh.  I expected her to
freak, but to my surprise, she gasped but didn't flinch away. 
Then she stood right next to me while she took everyone else's
order.  Since I had my back to a dark corner, there was no one to
see that I kept my hand on her thigh the whole time.  When she
was on the last order and still hadn't shown any sign of
distress, I stroked her all the way to the top, where it was me
who got the big surprise.  Our waitress and I shared a lack of
undergarments.  Not to be outdone, I petted her furry beaver
while she ran down the selection of salad dressing for Bud.  When
she bent over to take his menu, her legs parted enough for me to
slip a thumb between her outer lips.  It came away quite wet as I
dropped my hand back into my lap.

Connie promised a quick return with our drinks, and turned to
look at me last before leaving the table.  I stared right into
her eyes as I stuck my wet thumb into my mouth and started
sucking.  When she almost stumbled as she tried to walk away, I
knew I had finally got the upper hand.

When she had gone and I looked back at Bambi and the boys, they
were all about to turn blue from stifling laughter.  Apparently I
had not been as covert as I thought while fooling around with our
waitress.

Bambi leaned forward across the table and whispered, "You didn't
do what I think you did, did you?"

Without taking the thumb out of my mouth, I nodded.

"Well I think someone has already earned a sizeable tip," Bambi
said, shaking her head.  "I trust our service will be
considerably above average."

She was right about that part.  Our waitress spent more time at
our table than she did at any other in her section.  By the time
she cleared our salad plates, I had managed to get her wetter
than I was.  When she brought our entrees, I crooked a finger at
her to get her to lean down.  When she did. I put two fingers
into her pussy up to the second knuckle and started twisting my
hand.

"You know what?"  I whispered into her ear, "Everyone at this
table knows what I'm doing to you right now."  As I said it, I
pushed my fingers up all the way.  She blinked several times
before she looked around the table.  All the eyes were on her. 
She turned bright red.  "If you want a really big tip, before we
finish dessert, you will cum for me standing right here at this
table where we can all see you.  Now give me a nice kiss if you
like that idea."

Connie turned her head toward me and away from everyone at the
table.  She kissed me firmly on the lips and even slipped me a
little tongue.  I grinned back at her and said, "Lean on the
table and rearrange the sugar packets."  When she did she spread
her legs wider than before and I fucked her pussy with my thumb
while I rubbed her clit with my fingers.   She closed her eyes
and moaned softly for us.  I kept going for almost a minute,
until she was almost lying in the bread basket, before I pulled
my hand out.  She looked down at me and I told her, "Don't
neglect your other customers."  She nodded and walked unsteadily
off to refill water glasses.

The butter had barely had time to melt on my potato before she
was back.  The eagerness in her eyes had little to do with the
prospect of a big tip.  She was almost panting as she sidled up
to my chair and spread for me.  I put two fingers into her and
gave her another minute's worth before she had to run along to
see to a couple at a table next to the window.

She almost came the next time, but I saw another patron signaling
to her and let her attend to him.  It was several minutes later
when she arrived for another treatment and we had almost finished
our steaks.  This time she would not be denied, and I whipped my
fingers in and out of her so quickly that she came after only a
few seconds.  We could all tell, because she let out a small
squeal and gripped the tablecloth in her fists.  Bud and Jim had
to hold the table so she did not push it over.

She was still cumming when I said, "I think we're ready to order
dessert now."  Trooper that she was, she pulled out her pad and
pencil and took our order while still breathing like a locomotive
and barely able to stand.  Something must have made the manager
notice, because he arrived just as Mrs. Reynolds had asked for
Crme Brule and I stated my preference for the carrot cake.

"Is everything all right?" he asked.  "Are you enjoying your
meal?"

"Oh, yes," Mrs. Reynolds answered, "We are having a wonderful
time.  Connie is taking excellent care of us.  I'm sorry if we
are monopolizing her, but she really is a most charming girl. 
She has made our meal the best I've had in months."

"Well, I am very glad to hear that." The manager said, proudly. 
"She has only been on the job a few days and I was concerned
about how she would work out.  I am proud to hear you compliment
her so highly because she is my niece, you see."

Connie's blush nicely covered the sex flush that had spread over
her face and throat.  If she seemed unsettled, she now had a
perfect cover for it.

The manager moved on to check on other tables and Connie went to
put in our dessert order.  I was sitting quietly, enjoying my
buzz of arousal and wondering if I would get to play with Connie
some more when suddenly I felt like someone had thrown a bucket
of ice water on me.  I 'heard' someone scream "FEAR!"  I sat bolt
upright in my chair.  My eyes snapped wide open and I looked
around the restaurant for the source.  It was so strong; it had
to be very close.  I saw nothing out of the ordinary.  I
'listened' and got some additional impressions   "dark, husband,
gravel, cars, KNIFE FEAR FEAR FEAR".  Whatever was happening must
be in the parking lot and I had to get there in one great tearing
hurry.

I looked at Bambi, who had already noticed my wild-eyed
expression.  "Restroom!" I said in a hissed whisper and climbed
off of my chair and jumped to the floor without waiting for Jim
to pull it away from the table.  I heard Bambi tell Jim and Bud,
"Wait here!" before she chased me toward the back of the
restaurant and the hallway leading to the Ladies room and the
back exit.  I wasn't concerned about attracting attention while
racing through the restaurant.  Mothers chasing unruly children
might disrupt someone's meal, but shouldn't cause a general
alarm, especially not if they were heading to the restroom. 

I only paused briefly at the back door to tell Bambi, "I think
there is a mugging going on in the parking lot," before I pushed
the door open and raced outside and around the corner of the
building to the parking lot across the alley.

At first I could not see anything unusual, but then I heard the
crunch of feet on gravel and a voice speaking in hushed but angry
tones.  I ran toward the sound and when I turned the corner and
looked around a parked SUV, I saw a man and a woman backed up
against a car by another man who was holding a knife.  The man
with the knife seemed agitated and was making threatening
gestures at both victims.  The male victim seemed to be trying to
reason with the mugger, who apparently wasn't interested in
whatever line of bull he was being handed.  I headed for the
group at a dead run.  Bambi trailed behind.  She was having a
hard time keeping up on the loose gravel.  Her high heels were
not very good running shoes.  It was just as well.  She was only
there to watch anyway.  Staying back would keep her out of
trouble.

The mugger must have heard me coming up behind him, because he
turned with one hand holding the man by the throat to look behind
him.  In the poor light, he must have seen only a small girl in a
short dress running at him.  I could hardly have been much of a
threat, but he still could not ignore me, so he turned enough to
put the knife between us.  That was all I needed.

I had no intention of giving him a free cut at me.  I had learned
that lesson the hard way with Bubba and his shiv.  When I got
close enough, I dropped to my hands on the rocky ground and swung
a hard kick at his right knee.  The action made my dress fly up
around my waist, but modesty was not a consideration at the
moment.  If the sight of my bare butt distracted the mugger for
even an instant, it was still an advantage for me.

When my heel hit his knee, I heard a crunch and felt the joint
move in a direction that knees don't usually move.  As he fell to
the ground, I swung my feet back under me and stood up in a
crouch out of his reach.  The mugger cried out in pain as he fell
face-first into the loose stone.  He was down but not out, and he
was still moving and therefore still dangerous.

I lost track of the knife in the reflection of the floodlight on
the white gravel.  Rather than wait to see if the mugger still
had it, I danced around behind him as he tried to get up.  I took
good aim and kicked him in the back about where I thought his
left kidney would be.  He made an 'oof' sound, dropped back down
to the ground like a bag of sand and did not move again.  

I took a deep breath to try to calm down.  It was only then that
I remembered that I should have tranced-out before I fought the
mugger.  I had done everything completely unaided by my mental
enhancement.  Then I realized that I had learned a valuable
lesson from sparring with Neeka   do it first, do it fast, and do
it without thinking about it.  A quick aggressive offense is the
best tactic in a fight.  If they don't know what you're going to
do until you've done it, then you have already won.  I had
definitely won this one.

Bambi arrived just as I turned to check on the couple who were
still backed up against the car.  They looked stunned and scared,
but otherwise unharmed.  Since they had already seen me and
watched me take down the mugger, there seemed little point to
running away or trying to hide.

"Are you guys OK?" I asked them, while I brushed the grit out of
my palms.  They looked to be in their late 40's or early 50's. 
The woman was nicely dressed and the man had on a tailored suit.
Their car was full-sized, but too much on the plain side for a
couple who were that well-dressed.  The woman looked shaky, but
was pulling herself together.  The man just looked stunned,
leaning against the car with his tie askew and his shirt pulled
out where the mugger had had hold of him.

"Y..yes," the man said, "I think so."  He glanced at his wife who
nodded.  He took a deep breath and straightened his shirt. 
"Thank you, thank you very much."  He squinted down at me.  In
the low light he couldn't tell I wasn't actually a child.  The
shadows hid my shape enough so all he had to go on was my dress
and my size.

I had just started to back off and leave him to his
misapprehension when Bambi spoke up.  "Grace?  Bob?  Are you both
all right?"

"Bambi?  Bambi Reynolds?" the woman said, "Is that you?"

"Yes, Grace.  It's me.  I'm very glad you're OK.  Let's get you
inside so you can sit down.  Bob, do you want to handle this or
should I call 911?"

"I'll do it," the man said, reaching for his cell phone, "it
doesn't look like he's going to be any more trouble.  Why don't
you go on inside while I wait for a unit to get here?"

Bambi said, "OK, but....  Bob?  Can we keep her out of this until
we have a chance to talk?"

"Sure, but...who is she?  She took down this clown like a pro."

"Inside, OK?  I have a table.  We'll be waiting."  Bambi and I
escorted Grace inside while Bob made his call.  I already had a
funny feeling about this.  Bob seemed a lot more in command of
the situation than I thought your average victim should be after
a mugging.

If Connie wondered why we had gone out the back and come back in
the front, she didn't ask any questions.  When I told her we
would need two more chairs she ran right off to fetch them.  I
was starting to develop a preference for people who could do
their jobs without asking questions and still be willing to play
with me   or let me play with them.

We got Grace to the table and had Connie bring her a glass of
chardonnay to help calm her nerves.  She had swallowed about half
of it in the very short time before blue lights played through
the front windows.  Shortly after that, her husband came in and
slid into the chair next to me.  He asked Connie for a
double-bourbon and then turned to face me.

"Young lady," he said, "Let me introduce myself.  I'm Bob Foster
and I want to thank you for your help out there.  That was as
neat a bit of unarmed combat as I have ever seen."

Bambi spoke up from her chair on the other side of Grace, "Sam,
this is Sheriff Foster.  You remember seeing him on the TV news
the other night talking about the capture of those escaped
convicts."

Things fell into place at that bit of news.  Now I knew why Bambi
hadn't bothered to try and cover for me outside.  This was a man
I very much needed to know.  I hadn't had any time to plan what I
would say in this situation, but as the clich said, it was 'time
to fish or cut bait'.  I put on the most businesslike face I
could manage and pressed on with the conversation.

"Hello, Sheriff.  I'm Samantha Kramer.  I'm glad you're not hurt.
 I got there as quick as I could."

"Sam, is it?  You arrived in the nick of time, Sam.  The
gentleman you clobbered so efficiently was the brother of someone
we had arrested last week for wholesale distribution of
narcotics.  Instead of posting bail to get his brother out he
decided to use a more direct approach.  He was trying to kidnap
us so he could make a trade.  You see, you didn't just stop a
mugging, you disrupted the commission of a Federal crime.  Now at
the risk of sounding ungrateful; who the hell are you?"

"Sheriff, I don't know what I can tell you...well maybe I do. 
Are you still looking for those twenty outlaw bikers who beat up
those poor escaped convicts?"

Foster laughed, "Lord, no.  There aren't any gangs of bikers
riding around this county beating up...oh shit!  Pardon my
French.  You're not trying to tell me..."

"I am the twenty bikers, Sheriff.  I am also the dead girl, in
case that part of the case is still open.  You can quit looking."
 The ambulance had arrived outside, and most of the restaurant
patrons were too busy gawking out the front windows to pay any
attention to our conversation, so I felt safe having this
discussion on a public place.

Sheriff Foster was speechless.  He just kept staring at me with
his jaw set until Connie brought his drink.  He picked it up and
gulped half of it before he could think of something to say.

"Ah, those two cons were doing a total of 170 years hard time for
multiple counts of rape and murder," he said.  "They were
scheduled to be transferred upstate because we considered them to
be too dangerous to keep in our local facility.  As nasty
customers go in this state, those are among the worst.  Were,
that is."  He paused for another sip of his drink.  The smell of
it on his breath was making my eyes water.  "The hospital tells
me that Leon Brenneke will be well enough to move in a couple of
months.  He may recover physically, eventually, but no one who
has interviewed him thinks he will ever pose a threat to society
again.  Claude "Bubba" Carstairs has been permanently
disqualified from ever having children.  Both his testicles had
to be removed and his pelvis was so badly fractured that he will
need two more operations to put him back together. 

When they were picked up they were both so scared that they had
shit themselves.  During the post-capture interview, when we told
them that we knew their biker gang story was a load of bull they
both became quite agitated, almost hysterical, and insisted that
we had to believe them.  In short, they were both broken,
physically and mentally.  I've been wondering what we had in this
town that was so bad-ass and so damn scary that it could do that.
 Now that I've met you I see how they got so beat up, but I've
changed my mind about knowing how you scared them so bad.  I've
decided that that is something I am better off not knowing.

"In my line of work I've met many professionals.  Special Warfare
Operatives, SEALs, SAS and SBS commandos, ex-CIA spooks and the
like.  Seems like their favorite form of retirement is to open a
school or become a consultant or trainer and sell their
experience to local law enforcement agencies.  These were all
very impressive people, but I don't think any of them could have
done what you did.

"Now I don't know where you came from or who you work for and I
don't want to know.  I'll help preserve your cover as a
professional courtesy.  I owe you for what you've done, too. 
Both last night and tonight.  You'll find that I am a man who
pays his debts in full."  The Sheriff took out a business card
and wrote a number on the back before giving it to me.  "This is
my private line.  Call me if there is ever anything I can do for
you."

"Thank you, "I told him.  "I'm glad you appreciate the need for
confidentiality, even deniability, in my line of work.  I want to
assure you that I'm not here to cause any trouble, not that I
could discuss that with you anyway.  On the contrary, I plan to
make a contribution toward keeping our community a safer place to
live.  I hope you don't have a problem with that?"

"Lord, no!  I'm not one of these bleeding-heart social liberals,
placing the blame on society for every crime that is committed. 
I believe that when you are dealing with people like Brenneke and
Carstairs, the result is what counts, not the details.  If I find
the occasional felon lying on the sidewalk in need of medical
attention, you won't catch me looking a gift horse in the
mouth."

"Then we have an understanding.  I will try to keep a low
profile.  The last thing I want is publicity.  I will try to
arrange things so that your department gets all the credit
whenever possible.  Some of which I will notify you about, others
will have to remain need-to-know, I'm afraid."  Foster nodded his
understanding and acceptance of the situation.  "I am just
getting set-up now, I hope you will be able to help me with some
things, communications equipment, for example.  I wouldn't want
us to have any friendly-fire incidents and the best way to avoid
that is for me to know what is going on.  Vehicle registrations
and permits would be helpful, too.  I have something that I would
rather not be registered in my name."  He waved a hand to mean
that none of my requests would be a problem.  I got the
impression that he thought he was getting off light.  "I want you
to call me if you have a situation where you think I can help. 
You can see how I could be a better option than a SWAT call-up in
certain situations?"  He nodded.  "Good!  I can be reached
through Mrs. Reynolds, here.  Give me a few weeks and I will be
up to speed.  Oh, one security detail.  We will need an
operational codeword.  My codename is Dragon."  I tranced and
stuck out a hand.  "Nice meeting you, Sheriff."

Foster took my hand and I cranked down my grip.  His eyes bulged.
 I smiled sweetly.  No sense in letting him leave with the
slightest doubt in his mind.  When I thought he had had enough, I
let go and motioned to Connie, who was standing next to the
coffee urn, watching us.  She stepped over and I said, "Our
guests are ready to be shown to their own table, please Connie."

"Yes, ma'am.  Right this way please."  Bob and Grace left for a
booth on the other side of the large room and I climbed back onto
my cushion, mooning everyone at the table in the process.  When I
turned around, I was grinning like the proverbial cat who had
swallowed the canary.  Everyone was staring at me.

"What?" I said.

"Dragon?" Bambi said.

"Hey, it was the best I could do on the spur of the moment.  I
can't be leaving phone messages and stuff in my own name, can I?"
 I picked up my spoon and stirred my coffee.

"Dragon?" Bud said.

I put down the spoon and closed my eyes while I did the trance
thing.  I visualized my face covered with a vivid photographic
image of a terrifying fire breathing dragon that I had seen in a
movie about dragons taking over the Earth.  I held the image for
a few seconds and then wiped it and detranced.  When I opened my
eyes, no one spoke.  No one moved.  Everyone had the strangest
look on their faces.  It was the same look of astonishment that I
was coming to expect whenever I displayed some new ability.

Several seconds passed before Jim said emphatically, "Dragon! 
Perfect disguise too.  No one could possibly identify you with
that on your face."

I took a sip of my coffee and looked past the end of the table
toward the far side of the room.  Sheriff Foster was looking at
me with a stunned expression that told me that he had seen The
Dragon, too.  I stared back and he quickly found something else
to look at.  I thought I just might have impressed the Sheriff
more than I intended.  His protest about not wanting to know what
made me so scary could not stop him from thinking about it.  And
I had just given him material for a few nightmares.  He knew I
could fight and he now knew I could change my appearance on
demand.  That was enough for the moment.  Since not even I knew
all that I could do, there was no point in giving everything
away.

When Connie brought the check, she laid the leather folder in
front of me, rather than Mrs. Reynolds.  I passed it along to the
woman with the credit card and held Connie's hand while it was
produced and passed back.  When I handed the folder back to
Connie, I could tell she had become attached to me.  I watched
her reluctantly go off to ring up the charges.

"Sam?" Bambi said to get my attention.  She passed me a slip of
paper that had been in the folder.  It said, "Connie Falducci"
and below that was a phone number.  I put it in my shiny black
purse.

When Connie came back with the charge slip, she again came to me
and waited while it was passed back around the table where Mrs.
Reynolds signed it and passed it back.  I handed it back to
Connie, who took it, completely ignoring the two $20 bills
sticking out the top.  As we left the restaurant I looked back at
Connie and winked as I stuck my thumb back into my mouth.  I saw
her grab the back of a chair to keep from falling over.



The ride home was very relaxing.  I jumped onto Bud's lap and he
fingered my pussy all the way while I purred in his ear.  The
weekend had been so exciting that we were all tired and I could
not bring myself to put anymore on Bud for a while.  He seemed to
understand.  He even held my hand all the way upstairs where he
escorted me to my own room and opened the door for me.

"Good night, Sis." He said.  I gave him a hug.

"'Night, Bud.  See you in the morning."  He closed the door
behind me and I went right to my alarm clock to set it for 6am.

After a warm shower I hopped into bed and went right to sleep. 
My dreams were all about dragons, but none of them scared me. 
After all, wasn't I the baddest Dragon of all?





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