Message-ID: <54567asstr$1158945004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <1158937020.12464.271586680@webmail.messagingengine.com> X-Sasl-Enc: wcuJ3Ed1RGI+h1m5p/rDb0bQtCxzvIZf5rAI/eRaUNWq 1158937020 From: "Samantha" <samanthak@fastmail.fm> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2006 10:57:00 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Sam - Part 5 (FF, MF, tort, exhib, size, viol) Lines: 3033 Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2006 13:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2006/54567> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: emigabe, newsman Part 5 of 21 -- Samantha samanthak@fastmail.fm -- http://www.fastmail.fm - The way an email service should be <1st attachment, "Sam - Part5.doc" begin> 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? <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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