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The day before the all star game, we had the home run hitting contest. Because I was leading all of major league baseball in that category, I anchored last the American League contingent. I brought my own pitcher with me as well. The first pitch he threw me was up and in and I let it go by. The secret to winning these things is to relax and try to use your normal stroke as much as possible. The second pitch was right down the pipe and I slugged it 500 feet into the second deck in left at Petco Park and I was off to the races, accumulating 22 homers in a row before I just got under one and flied to deep center. I quit so I wouldn't get arm weary. In the second round, I sprayed homers all over the park and even a couple titanic ones out of it, adding 15 more on the day before I stopped again to save my energy. I just tried to stay nice and easy and hit middle in strikes. In the final rounds, I went off with 32 bombs to win it going away. Of all the dingers I struck, 20 were 500 feet or more.

In the actual game itself, I went 2-2 with a 500 foot shot on to the roof of the second deck in left and then a screaming mimi I lined over the centerfield wall with two on before they pulled me to play some other outfielders. That earned me the MVP.

Of course, when you have an all star game, it is a magnet for whores and groupies, especially since it was in Southern California. When I returned to the hotel from the game, there was this smoking hot little Mexican chick making eyes at me in the lobby. I walked up to her and asked if she wanted to go to bed. She consented to it and we went up to my room, where we both shed our clothes. I had her stand there so I could examine her body. She was a little firecracker! 5'2", skinny with b cups, cute little bush, dark brown skin, semilong dark brown hair, maybe just the slightest hint of aboriginal Mexican in her looks. "Oh my God, that thing is huge!" she blurted upon seeing the bell clapper dangling between my legs. "Don't worry mi hija, it's going to be a while before you're going to have to deal with it being inside you." She giggled at the silly bravado of me saying such a thing.

I picked her up since she couldn't be more than about 95 pounds and turned her upside down. I held her tightly in my arms with her pussy in my face while she squealed and laughed. I began licking and sucking her clit as I felt her tongue darting against my erect dick. I did this in a standing position for about five minutes before I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and then reclined so that we were in a 69 position. I'm sure more men have been buried in her pussy than at Arlington National Cemetery, but I didn't care. Her pussy smelled clean and she was soon getting worked up as my tongue doggedly attacked her love nubbin. I was now feeling her little mouth stretched over my schlong and moving up and down it as she moaned for her own pleasure. She huffed and puffed on my rod while my mouth worked her clit over. Lengthy sucking on it elicited an explosive orgasm from her, her screams of ecstasy muffled by what she had in her yapper. She and I kept on sucking on each other and she went off over and over until I plastered her piehole with my cum, the intense pulses expelling ropey strands of it. "Swallow it!" I demanded. I rolled her over and pinned her arms to the bed as she held it in her mouth. "Come on babe, show me how much you love me!" I teased. She turned her head to one side and spat it out, the fluid making a long slimy line as it dripped down the side of a pillow.

"That's really rude," I kidded and rolled her over to give her a couple playful slaps on the ass. "What a naughty girl!" I rotated her body so she was on her back again. "Fuck, you have amazingly beautiful eyes," I observed, doing all I could to not get absorbed by her very dark pupils. I leaned over and kissed her heatedly, again not paying any heed to how many dicks might have been in it before me. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her sides to tickle her, provoking a very bright and delightful smile from her. I returned to kissing her passionately, only this time lightly playing with her cute little boobs that were topped with tiny dark chocolate nipples. I just had to get my mouth on them and so I slid down a bit to get in a comfortable position and sucked on her left one like it was a Hershey's kiss, which inspired her to moan seductively. I dropped my rigthhand to her pussy and she was dripping wet. I gently rubbed her clit while I enjoyed suckling her milk ducts.

I was already hard by then, so I laid down and told her to impale herself on my flesh pike. Her skinny legs flexed downward to obey my command and soon my penis was inside her dusky snatch. I sat up, wrapped her in my arms, turned my body toward the left edge of the bed, planted my feet on the floor and stood up, she holding on to my neck tightly. I put her up against the wall  and cupped my hands under her ass and began thrusting up into her. "Oh fuck, oh my God, you're going to split me open!" she squealed as I rhythmically pistoned my flesh spear in and out of her, her back colliding softly with the wall with each instroke. Her legs were tightly twisted around my hips as I invaded her over and over. Soon, she was orgasming into my right ear. "Oh shit, God yes, oh yes, fuck me papi!" she panted. I continued pleasurably penetrating her for another ten minutes and she was well into her second orgasm. I shifted my grip on her body and set her gently on the edge of the bed, from where I seriously commenced ramming my weapon into her with force and intensity. 'Oh shit, oh shit, God papi, fuck!" she exalted as her body quivered with a steady series of climaxes until I painted her pussy white with my ball batter. She left nail marks all over my back and shoulders, the subconscious indicators of how good she was feeling while I plowed her for my own pleasure.

I have to admit that I was a little crazy for her. I picked up the acoustic guitar I always carried with me on the road and played her a little set of ZZ Top songs. Looking at that beautiful little chiquita while I did this made me get an extension again  So I jumped on top of her, inserted my pistol into its target and went to town on her for the next hour, she enjoying the high she experieinced from the frequent climaxes I gave her while I kissed her, bit her neck playfully and whispered dirty words into her left ear. When she finally left, she walked like she was bowlegged since I had fucked her until we were both sore. I'm also sure she thought that she had hit the procreative jackpot since her gully had seen so much fluid flow into it. Her hopes of a lucrative pregnancy, if she had them, though, would prove unrequited.

When the regular season schedule resumed the next day with us beginning a series with Anaheim, I homered to left to kick the contest off and did that for each of the next four games, too and belted ten homers total for the week. I connected for 21 homers for the month of August and only six in September because I was being walked so much. I finished the season with the highest postwar batting average, 412 and took the Triple Crown as well as the OBP, steals, walks slugging, OPS and runs scored titles. We squeaked into the playoffs, where our pitching got us through the ALDS since the White Sox strategy was to walk me every time we had men on base and to pitch to me with nobody on only when necessary. The games were tedious only because they would walk me and then hold the ball, hold the ball, throw over, hold the ball, throw over, throw over and then usually pitch out once each at bat. Aesthetically, this was fucking horrible to watch if you were a baseball fan. This also plays havoc with a pitcher's rhythm to the plate and resulted in the pale hose moundsmen going into a lot of deep counts. This gave our hitters enough of a chance to see hittable fastballs to generate a number of runs sufficient to take the series.

Now we were going to play Tampa Bay for the American League pennant. In the press beforehand, I challenged the manhood of the Rays pitching staff and their manager, asking rhetorically if they were as balless as the White Sox were. "Dudes, if you can't make a pitch then please go back home and raise turnips so that fans don't have to see the same kind of tedious ugliness that was evident in the Chicago series," I said. "If any of their pitchers have any doubt about my manhood, see the Oakland game," I said ominously.

The ALCS began in that shitty Tampa ballpark. I suggested to the press in the run up to game one that their ownership should sell the team to someone who was willing to build an actual stadium fans would ENJOY coming to and that wasn't such an eyesore. The entirety of those remarks got me decked by a fastball on the first pitch of the series. I walked halfway out to the mound pointing at the Rays starting pitcher. "Hey you fuckin' sissy, if you can't compete without endangering people's lives then you put your dress back on and fuck off back to Sissyville. You're going to get your catcher killed doing this shit, you understand me?" The umpire warned both benches, which really set me off. "So they get a fuckin' freebie?

When we returned to the plate after the plate umpire pushed us back, I said to the catcher, "hey dickhead, you remember what I did to Suzuki? Well, you're next, When we clinch this thing, I'm going to rip your head off," I promised him. "Dude, what did I do?' "Oh fuck you! You knew that pitch was coming. If you're going to try to kill me or hospitalize me somebody has to pay," I said. The umpire called time out." "Listen you guys, stop this shit now or both of you are out of here, do you understand me?" The catcher jumped in the umpire's face saying it was all from my end. That was enough for the arbiter, who tossed the backstop. That brought Rays skipper Joe Maddon out to defend his receiver. "Hey Joe, your pitcher is a fucking pussy," I said. "And so are you. Why don't you take that joke of a baseball team to that little pussy town in Pennsylvania you're from and let us fight it out with a team that can man up." That caused him to lose his cool and get in my face, which got him run. When play finally resumed, I yelled out to the pitcher, "okay little girl, time to play man ball or go home. So get a pitcher up there that actually has a dick," I needled. He ran a ball in on me and that got him ejected. "Still playing sissyball, huh?" I laughed. He charged me and I avoided his pathetic excuse for a punch easily. That emptied both benches. The Rays had this big 6'7" 260 pound first baseman who came at me. I went inside his punch decked him, supplementing that by kicking him in the balls on his way down to the ground. The usual pushing and shoving ensued, which didn't come to much. A lot of the Rays players barked at me but didn't do shit.

The umpire kicked me out for being an instigator. "Listen asshole, first, I have a right to defend myself. A guy throws at my head and you're backing him up?" "Oh, fuck you, I'm not backing him up. But you can't foment fights." "Wait, they weren't fomenting a fight by throwing at me? What land of land of delusion are YOU from?" He had no answer for that. "Then three of those motherfuckers charge me and you toss ME? What, is there some rule now that I'm not allowed t defend myself from people who want to hurt me? Dude, if I accidentally spit on you I would get suspended. Their first baseman tries to take my head off and I punch him out in self defense and you run me? You still haven't ejected him officially, either. What, do you have a bet on this game or something? Or did you go to Squirrelville Umpiring College? What kind of shit is this?" My manager was in there, too, angrily inquiring why the umpire seemed to be favoring the Rays in all this. "I'm not favoring anybody you assholes." "Listen, dude, he threw at my HEAD! You understand that? You understand what happens if he does that on the street? That's a fucking felony! What, you think it's okay as long as it's done in a baseball game?" I reasoned. "Look asshole, I'm going to ask that this umpiring crew be pulled from this series because it's pretty obvious you're favoring them," my skipper insisted. The "asshole" was the magic word that got my boss kicked out. He lost it, calling the ump every name in the book  and his face and neck turning as red as a fire truck.

While all this is occurring, the crowd, and it wasn't even a full house, was getting restless and more irritable. My manager notified the umpire that the game was being played under protest for not allowing his players to defend themselves. Our bench coach joined the argument. "Listen, dude, you made a mistake running me. Now you can rectify it by reinstating me into the game or you're going to look like the king jackass of all time to baseball fans," I insinuated. "No, you're staying ejected. I can't repeal an ejection," he pleaded. 'Okay, I tell you what, "I said. "If you keep me ejected I'm going to go look for their starter and we're going to settle this ourselves, which means he will be leaving the ballpark on a gurney if not a body bag. He's not going to just need a police escort out of here, he'll need the fucking Marines," I said, in a very vicious way. I stomped off and headed toward the Rays dugout. 'Come on girlies, any of you want to fight? You're all big throwing baseballs at people, now let's see how you are one on one," I said. They all froze and I went right past them and into their clubhouse, finding the pitcher who threw at me. He took off running. I caught him in the hallway, unloaded a couple of vicious combinations into his face, knocking him out, and walking back to my side of the field and into our dugout. The Fox television cameras got the short confrontation on video they played it over and over again. 'Well, here we are, half an hour into the game and only two pitches have been thrown," Joe Buck obviously remarked. "But how many punches have been thrown is anybody's guess," he added. It was later revealed that the pitcher suffered a busted jaw and a concussion.

The Rays were rattled and lost the game 4-0. During game two, both sides were warned beforehand that any pitch even close to the head would result in immediate ejection. So the first pitch to me was a fastball away but belt high and I lined it into the rightfield seats for a 1-0 lead. My next time up, we had a man on, so they walked me. I reached into my uniform pants and pulled out a pink skirt and showed it to everybody in the crowd. "Here you left this at your mom's house last night," I said, wadding it up and throwing it at the pitcher. Of course, he had to come in and have his say. 'Come on you sissy, throw it over the plate girlyman!" I shouted at him as I went to first. That upset his concentration just enough that he grooved one to Franky, who parked it in the leftfield stands for a 4-0 advantage.

My third time up was with the bags juiced. The starter, who was coming out anyway, hit me in the shoulder and was ejected. I had another RBI and it became 5-2. It turned out that they were going to walk me (better to risk one run than four) , so he decided to nail me as his goodbye. We scored two more on a sac fly and an RBI single by Ichiro and were now in front 7-2. My last time up,  the pitcher threw at my head, so I kicked their catcher in the ribs, breaking them. Of course, both the pitcher and me were ejected as well as the Rays manager. We won 7-3. I called my local congressman to warn Commissioner Selig to be light with the discipline stick or else.  During the two off days, though, I was suspended for the rest of the ALCS, but so was Maddon. I protested the suspension as not allowing me to defend myself against the Rays thuggery. Our congressional contingent filed written protests, but those things are always ineffectual. By filing my protest, though, I was able to forestall when I would actually have to serve it. I also made the case that Maddon could still call the shots via cellphone to his bench coach, who would serve as his interim manager and thus had an effect on the games while I couldn't if I observed the punishment. Therefore, the commissioner's ruling favored the Rays. Not wanting to being biased in favor of either side, he rescinded the suspensions pending a review later in the year. Typical chickenshit Selig, kicking the can down the road. He created this, just as he helped create the drug crisis back in the 1980's and 1990's, by failing to take the problem head on when it first surfaced. Band aids never get the job done.

So there I was in centerfield for game three, which was at home. Their starter gave me four straight balls and I walked. Again with the stepping off and the repeated throw overs. Eventually, he went to that well too many times and flung the ball down the rightfield line and I motored to third. Franky squeezed and it was 1-0. Ichiro homered to put it at 2-0. A walk, a single another walk and a double into the corner got us two more A sacrifice fly plated another run and the runner at second made it to third. Now I was up again I got drilled in the ribs. The umpire wouldn't eject the pitcher. "Listen, dude, you either eject him or I'm going to put my foot in the catcher's face. Your call." The catcher started to run away because the Rays were down to their last one since they were only carrying two unless they wanted to see one of their utility infielders playing the position. I laughed and jogged off to first base. Meanwhile, my skipper asked why the pitcher wasn't making an exit. I yelled to their shortstop and second baseman that if they try to spike me I would explode their facial muscles. I stole second without a throw and nothing happened. Franky walked and that brought up Ichiro, who tagged one into the leftfield corner for a bases clearing double and that would be the ballgame, as we took it easily.

In game four, I homered on the first pitch, a hanging slider, for a 1-0 lead. They had to face Felix Hernandez, not an easy task. Meanwhile, we got lucky in the same half of the inning. Franky walked and Ichiro beat out a slow bouncer toward short. Justin Smoak blooped one into left to load the bases. Jesus Montero then got jammed and muscled it into center for two runs. Two outs later, our number eight hitter conked a hot smash to third that Evan Longoria could only knock down for a run scoring infield single. Our nine hitter, Chone Figgins, walked. They had a reliever come in to face me and he threw a two seamer that was up and out over the plate. I just about hit it out of the stadium, a monster three run jack that landed in the second deck only two rows from ending up in the street behind the stadium, to put it at 7-0. Felix was Felix and we carted off a 10-1 triumph for the Mariners' first trip to the World Series.

Now depending on which columnist you want to believe, I either willed that team into the series with my hardnosed play or I was a monster who shouldn't be permitted to step on an MLB diamond again. Ichiro was named MVP of the ALCS, which I felt he deserved.

Our offense didn't do much in the World Series, aside from me. I homered five times and drove in nine runs, but our pitching managed to make the sparse number of runs we got for them work for a four game sweep and I received the MVP.

During the postseason, I won the Rookie of the Year, the MVP, a Gold Glove and a Silver Slugger. But the best was getting Seattle that first ring. ]]> Sat, 28 Apr 2012 01:57:21 MDT dandalk Supernatural Stories 0 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/467875/ http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/467697/
I hired a well known agent to handle negotiations with the M's, but it wasn't Scott Boras. My agent wasn't entirely pleased with the proffer I wanted to make to the Mariners, but I didn't give a shit. I demanded a $5 million signing bonus with my base salary to be the major league minimum and then I would ultimately be paid according to hitting certain incentive targets. For example, if I hit .300, I would get $2 million. If I reached 30 homers, I would receive another four million. If I hit 40, I would get five million, six million if I went over 50 and seven million if I connected for more than 60. If I hit .400, I would get $25 million plus all other applicable incentives. I would receive much smaller bonuses for making the all star team and winning post season awards such as the MVP, the Gold Glove and the Silver Slugger Award. 

Also, they weren't going to make me cut my hair. They agreed to everything I demanded, which probably made it one of the shortest negotiations for a top draftee in MLB history.

We then had a hastily thrown together press conference due to how busy I was. It was largely a festival of inanity, as most press conferences are. About the only bit of news out of that was my assertion that when I got to ten years I would start thinking about hanging them up and definitely would not play any more than 15 years. I also said that I was a guitarist playing baseball and not the other way around, as is usually the case, and that baseball was second in my heart after music, which was the truth. That made the meme in the media one of, "is Parker really committed to baseball or is he just messing around?"

Red Sentinel's sales were now closing in on a million copies worldwide. I reported on February 15st to the Mariners' spring training facility in Tempe, Arizona along with the pitchers and catchers. The thing about Arizona is that because of the dry air,  the ball just flies for days. So all you have to do is put a nice stroke on it and let the lack of wind resistance do the rest. The first pitch I saw in batting practice, I demolished it 600 feet or more. In Boston in late March, that would have gone 450 or 500 tops.

Also on that first day, I walked on to the field wearing a piece of duct tape over my mouth. "Now THAT is a rookie I like!" one of the veterans remarked. Naturally, they put me through all the usual hazing shit over the ensuing weeks: calling me not by my name, but just "rookie" or "rook," making me carry their equipment and even having me do a set for them back at the hotel. If one of the reporters wanted to do an interview with me, I would just point to the duct tape and throw my hands up in a "what can I do?" gesture. It was hilarious.

A couple weeks into this, I brought the band out to rehearse at night for the recording of our next record, "Lords of the Wasteland." I also had to get up in the middle of the night a few times to do phone interviews with rock magazines in Japan and Germany.

I was ripping the cover off the ball in the run up to our exhibition slate and so I was inserted into the starting lineup in early March for our first game, which was against St. Louis. I was thrown a first pitch fastball down and away and blistered it just inside the rightfield foul pole for a leadoff homer and a 1-0 lead. I came up again in the third and there was a new pitcher, who must have figured I liked to dive out over the plate. So I was given a heater up and middle in and I got all of it, lacing a laser beam more than 500 feet away. I thought I would get pulled after that, but they allowed me to have one more turn at bat. In that air, breaking stuff doesn't bite like it will in a more conventional environment. So I was given a hanging slider that seemed to scream, "hit me!" and it went way out to center.

The following game, I finally saw a splitter and swung over one for strike three. Ugly. So the next time I was up, they threw me another one in the middle of the plate and maybe ankle high and I golfed it over the centerfield wall.The look on the pitcher's face was priceless.

During my next plate appearance, they tried to get me to fish on something above the zone, but I didn't go for it. Then they went down and away and I sliced that off the rightfield foul pole.

By the end of spring training, I was leading the team in homers by far and hitting over .600. With a piss poor offense, they were pretty much forced to put me in the Opening Day lineup at age 17 and seven months. That brought me shitloads of attention, some of it embarrassing because it seemed like they were cutting the plaque to Cooperstown before I'd even taken one regular season MLB at bat.

We opened the season in Oakland and I batted leadoff with Franky Guitierrez second and an aging Ichiro Suzuki third. When I came to bat to kick the game off, I expected, and got, a fastball down and away and lifted it into the seats in right for a quick 1-0 edge. The pitcher hit his spot, but I got to it before the ball did. Franky singled to center and Ichiro slipped a grounder up the middle for a knock and they pulled the double steal. We plated two more on a grounder and a fly ball and that made it 3-0.

In the second inning, I ran down an extra basehit bid in left center to help out our starter, Felix Hernandez. He retired the next 12 men in a row after that. In the meantime, I came up in the second with the bases loaded and nobody out and a chance to ice this early. I was looking for something in due to the fact that I got full extension on a pitch away in the earlier time up. I got something in, but too far in for a ball. I took a circle change for a strike and then he came back with a fastball that was middle in and I just killed it. Absolute defenestration. The ball landed way up in the bleachers of the abomination that is the A's home park and it was now 7-0.

Now given how far I hit that, I was expecting chin music my next time at bat and yep, I had to duck one. "The next time that happens, dude, you're going to be out for the season," I told Kurt Suzuki, their catcher. "Get back in the box and shut the fuck up, rookie," he answered. "You've been warned, asshole," I snapped. He jumped in my face and the umpire got between us. Good thing the umpire got to hm before my right foot did. I looked for something away either in the dirt or on the corner. He left it up and I rifled it off the rightfield wall for a double. The second baseman barked something at me, but I don't talk to the enemy, so I acted like he didn't even exist. Ichiro came up one out later and doubled into the alley. I smiled at Kurt as I dashed across home plate. I was back up in the seventh and wondered if they would flip me then since they had a disposable reliever on the hill and someone else warming up. I was thrown a heater on the inner half, but belt high, and I top handed it into the third row to make it 9-0. My last at bat in the ninth, the reliever got behind to me 3-0 with two on and then threw a "get me over" fastball, which I got over the centerfield wall. I had broken one of the most asinine of unwritten baseball rules, letting 3-0 pitches go by. Fuck that.

All their infielders squawked as I trotted by them and then I rolled into home and, of course, Suzuki gives me shit. I shouted at him, "compete on every pitch or go work at Burger King," I snarled. Then I flashed the number "4" with my fingers to represent what I just victimized him and his pitching staff for to put myself in the history books with just one day of major league experience.

The next day, KI was fully expecting to get flipped when I came up in the first. And yep, here comes a fastball right at my head. I backed away from it by bending my back. Then they threw a slider down and away and I swung and missed at it. I was out on my front foot. But I did this intentionally and let the bat fly at the pitcher with all the force I could use to snap my wrists to make it happen. The bat crashed into the southpaw's throwing arm and he went down like he'd been shot because he now had a broken upper limb. The benches emptied. I spun around and caught Suzuki, who stands all of about 5'11", flush in the face with my metal spiked baseball shoes and not just put him in a coma for three weeks, but ripped part of his face off. Several of his teammates came at me, but I knocked them all out with a combination of roundhouse kicks, straight righthands and karate chops. The police had to come on to the field to settle the brawl while I stood tall inviting more of their players to try to take a shot at me. I was ejected by the umpire, so I got in his face and backed him up against the screen because he kept retreating as I vociferously made my case. My manager and one of the coaches pulled me away.

Once I went to the dugout, I phoned up to the press box and told the media that the lefthanded pitcher should have been charged with assault with a deadly weapon and attempted mayhem, but that the Oakland police were so in the pockets of the ballclub that I didn't think it would happen. "If he had thrown at a cop he would be dead so quick from a hail of gunfire it would have made everybody's head swim. They kill Oscar Grant for having the temerity of being a black man on a passenger train, but they let a white guy with a hard sphere in his hand that has been known to kill people off by mere dint of him committing the assault on a baseball field," I advocated.

That day's Oakland battery were out for the remainder of the schedule. Two of the guys I punched out sustained facial fractures and were o the DL for a couple of months. One of them was their starting third baseman, so that hurt both him and the bay area nine further. The other guy was a scrub. I was out for a month due to the ensuing suspension. But during that time, I not only expressed zero remorse for what I did, I accused the commissioner, Bud Selig, for being soft on beanballs and thus creating an atmosphere that will one day get someone killed. "You'll have blood on your hands there, Bud, and people will remember how I called you out on this issue and how you just sat on your hands and let someone die. If that isn't contributory negligence, I don't know what is," I charged. I also called the A's manager and the lefthander in question "a couple of headhunting bush leaguers who are disgraces to the game." The manager shot back, "wait, he takes out four of my players, puts one of them into a coma, and he calls ME  a disgrace? He has a screw loose and belongs in prison." I retorted that, "not only was what I did an act of self defense, but that he was willing to call a pitch that could cripple me for the rest of my life or even kill me for a competitive advantage during a kid's game. He's the one who belongs in prison for essentially inciting a riot and taking part in a conspiracy to commit an act of mayhem. The guy is a complete thug, as are Suzuki and his pitcher. Why are they not being prosecuted?" I fumed.

MLB's lawyers, afraid that the commissioner's unwillingness to deal with this question was going to see the league filed on by the kind of mass lawsuits like the NFL was being inundated with, advised him that he had better do something about this issue

This was the last time anyone threw at my head. When I came back, I was seeing a lot of pitches out over the plate and I was hammering them. By the end of May, I had 21 homers and 52 RBIs. So in June, I rarely saw a fastball and my walk rate went way up because breaking balls are harder to command than heaters are. I absolutely crushed some hangers. I was also running all the time because of the bases on balls and so if you walked me with nobody on it was like giving me third base. Despite the incident with the A's, I was voted on to the all star team. At the break I was hitting .464 with 33 homers and 60 steals

With my growing fame, the number of girls interested in being with me also swelled. On a road trip to Anaheim, I had my pick of half a dozen blondes, who immediately surrounded me when we landed in the hotel lobby. I took this one little hardbodied girl upstairs to my room and watched as she peeled her halter top and her little white dress off of her tanned, toned physique. She also had nice, thick lips and I spent a while just kissing her while I fondled her natural looking D cups and flicked her stiff nipples with my fingers. She had a little landing strip fronting her pussy and I brought the noise to it with gusto, reaming her to a number of orgasms before I unburdened my balls inside of her.

As she lay there with my spunk drooling out of her pink entrance, I took in how amazing she looked. That was all she was, a fuck object, because she had very little content. I had to probe her inner wetness again with my dipstick and turned her twat into a sloshing mess with the two loads of semen I injected into her. Fuck, it was soooo good to be me. .
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Because of the attention I received last season, our games, including our supposed away contests, were booked at the same ballpark we played our final game at the previous year. We opened against the worst team in the league with probably 2,000 people in attendance, most of them with their cellphone cameras out. When I came to bat in the first inning, the first pitch their hurler threw me was a low 80's fastball that was as straight as a string on the inner half and  up (he had obviously overthrown it). I clobbered it on to the freeway well over 500 feet away. I didn't stand there and admire it because I hate that bush league shit. I lit out like a bat out of hell for first until the umpire signaled home run and then went into my trot. It was named ESPN's "play of the day" and was also featured on Baseball Tonight.

The gargantuan size of that shot put the pitcher on his heels and he continued to overthrow. We had hit him up for a four spot by the time I came to bat again, this time with the bags juiced. They called in a new pitcher, who threw me a hanging curve ball, and I torched it off the chain link fence that bordered the freeway. Then when I came up in the second with a man on and my side up 11-0, they threw at me. That pitch had nothing on it, though, and I easily backed away from it. As I expected, he attempted to throw a slider away and I belted it off the top of the rightfield wall for a triple and came home on a wild pitch. I asked out of the game so our bench players could get some at bats. When I didn't come out to play center in the top of the third, the crowd groaned and left.

The next game was a complete joke. Because of the tv coverage, an estimated more than 5,000 fans turned out. The beginning of the game had to be delayed so that the police could mobilize to handle the crowd size. Traffic immediately in front of the park, which was on the major thoroughfare in town, was at a standstill since parking ran out very quickly and people were cruising around the surrounding neighborhoods seeking a spot. There was some talk it would be canceled, but the cops opted against that due to fears of a riot. In the first inning, those fans booed when the pitcher wouldn't throw me a strike and I took a four pitch walk. The pitcher, a junior, got to feel what it was like to be heckled by a big throng. I stole second and third and came home on a slow roller to short.

The next time I came up was in the third with one out and two on. Again , the first two pitches were balls. Then he left his fastball a couple inches on the plate but about knee high near the outside corner and I pounded it well beyond the rightfield wall. I was intentionally walked the next two times up, but we won 7-2 anyway.

Now what were we going to do for our next faceoff? It was a home game for us, but we couldn't afford to move it to Angels Stadium. So we ended up playing it at Cal State Fullerton in front of an overflow turnout. The opponent was the team that won our league's title last year and they scored three runs off of us in the first to take the lead. Their hillsman threw me nothing but sliders, the first two in the dirt, the third one he hung middle out and I seared it on a line off the scoreboard in centerfield. They scored two more in the second to widen their advantage to 5-1. I came up in the bottom of the inning with the bases loaded and they intentionally walked me to force in a run, resulting in the pitcher being on the receiving end of all kinds of verbal abuse. The "pussy, pussy" chant reared its head loudly and this rattled the pitcher, who walked the next two men, too, to make it a one run ballgame. He hung another slider and our cleanup hitter took it downtown and we were up 8-5. We lit up the reliever for two more runs, but they came back for two runs of their own.

The next time I came to the plate, the catcher signaled for four wide ones and the crowd went bonkers, especially since there was nobody on. Trash was tossed on to the field and the pitcher was having his manhood challenged by hecklers. Now the chant was, "faggot, faggot" as he delivered the intentional walk. When I got to first, he started holding the ball and stepping off or throwing over to first a lot, which infuriated the crowd even more. When he finally threw the ball, he left it right down the pipe to our number two hitter, who lined it into the gap, and I motored around to score. Then between innings, a police officer had words with the other team's coach. I have no idea what it was about. But when I came up in the the seventh, they pitched to me with two men on. It was another heater that got too much of the plate and I almost hit it on to Yorba Linda Blvd. The final score was 14-10, definitely not pretty.

While all that shit was going on, Red Sentinel was in the process of booking its first North America summer club tour. Our cd was around the 50,000 mark in copies sold by that time. There was also a lot of interest in Japan and Europe and we would address those a couple months later once we had the U.S. and Canada dates finalized. In fact, we would be out on the road when the MLB draft would be held in late June. I had taken delivery of our tour bus and rented one for our now 12 man road, security and video crew. We also had a team of four bus drivers. In addition, I bought a truck to haul our equipment in and hired drivers for that, too. I was going to lose a shitload of money on the tour, but it was a trivial amount against my overall fortune.

Anyway, my team won all of its games and I was named county, state and national High School Player of the Year after I didn't make an out all season (14 games---small sample size, but oh well). We went to the state tournament at the beginning of June, which was held at Dodger Stadium, and there we faced another hot amateur prospect, pitcher Horacio Calderon, who was reputed to throw in the mid to high 90's. The first pitch he threw me was clocked at 96mph according to the stadium scoreboard. No word on  how fast it left the yard, because I hit it on a line into the back section of the leftfield stands, eliciting oohs and aahs from the small crowd that was there. My second at bat, he threw me a poor excuse for a slider, but there was enough of a difference with his number one that I was slightly out on my front side when I made contact and sliced it into the first row of the rightfield stands near the foul pole. That tied the game 2-2. None of my teammates could do anything with Calderon, who struck me out on a high fastball out of the zone in my third plate appearance and our pitching was suspect to begin with, so we dropped the contest 6-3. I cracked another titanic homer against Calderon's successor in the ninth.

That put us in the loser's bracket in the double elimination tournament. Sunday,  in my first at bat, which was televised live on ESPN during their Sunday Night Baseball game, I got a low 90's middle out thigh high fastball and beat the living daylights out of it, rocketing it over the roof in leftcenter and into the parking lot. No, I couldn't believe it, either. It had to be close to 600 feet. An ESPN reporter tried to interview me during the game, but I waved him off, saying that I didn't want to show up my teammates or the other team. That shot got me nominated for an ESPY, too, but I never showed up at the ceremony because I was on tour. I wouldn't have gone anyway. That knocked the pitcher off of his emotional moorings and we put up a five spot in that inning, capped off by a bases clearing triple from our seven hole hitter. I then leadoff the second and rammed a slider down and away into the rightfield corner for a triple and scored on a squeeze. We couldn't hold that lead, though, and our opponent stormed back to tie it in the fourth. The next time I came up, we had men on second and third, so with a base open, they walked me and then we couldn't score. My fourth time up, there was no one on, so they pitched to me and I overswung a bit and hit the top half of the ball hard for a single to left. I stole second and third, but our next hitter popped up and that was the inning. In the ninth, I was up with a man on first and they had a two run lead, so they walked me and that was how I ended my schoolboy career.

When I  got to school Monday, because they had shown that drive I hit at Dodger Stadium on the local and national news and talked about how I was likely going to be the top MLB draft pick, now even people who had never met or seen me knew who I was and I got bugged for autographs and photos the whole day. Some girls I had never met before sent naked pictures of themselves to my band's Facebook and homepage email addresses. My webmaster deleted the lot and I never responded to those overtures. I was called into the office to meet with local reporters who had shown up to try to talk to me. When I saw them, I just turned around and walked away, closing my classroom's door on them and having my teacher lock it. They followed me to my second period class and I finally had to call the police to have them kicked out. I phoned my security people and had them accompany me to my other classes.

I didn't go home after school. Instead, our security hustled both Valerie and me off to our warehouse complex, where we spent the night. I ordered my webmaster to just delete any email requests from the media for interviews through the weekend unless they were from heavy metal or guitar  magazines. Just as a precaution, I had my security with me the entire rest of the week.

The middle of June, school ended. That Friday, we hit the road, landing in San Diego that night  before heading north and then, after Seattle, heading east. We had press turning up wanting to interview me about baseball, but I had our security inform them that baseball was off the table so long as we were on tour. A lot of baseball bloggers came out to see us anyway and we read headlines like: "Clint Parker and Red Sentinel: Not Just Another Dumb Jock Vanity Project."

The following Monday was the draft and the Mariners took me first. We were in Portland at the time and so the sports guys in the Pacific Northwest flocked to our show to interview me, but our security people told them that we wouldn't be doing baseball interviews until after the end of the tour. Then some team officials showed up to our show in Seattle and I had them kicked out for being too much of a distraction. They didn't like that too much, but tough shit. I technically wasn't a member of the team yet. That really set baseball tongues clacking along the lines of, "does Parker really want to play baseball?" and "what the f*** is up with this guy?"

What was up with me was the girls who showed up to take care of my sexual needs and, by extension, those of our road crew and the rest of the group. To get to me, after my head of security checked their ID's and had them sign statements acknowledging what they were about to do would be filmed  for our protection,, I made every girl blow one of our roadies, video crew, truck or bus drivers or security. Gotta take of your homies, you know what I'm sayin'? So we'd all be sitting  in the bus and there would be these lumps of long hair in the groins of my crew. The first girl got one of my bus drivers off, so I took her in the back and slammed my meat into her, spearing her petite little Italian-American self to several orgasms before serving her her reward, big dollops of my cum.

Of course, it would take me a few minutes to get it back up, so I would say to the other hopeful females, "you know what would really turn me on and speed things along? Rub your pussies together." Some of them refused, calling me "a pig" for making that request, which would then get them tossed off the bus. That slowed the roll of the other girls, who then meekly complied with whatever I told them to do, including blowing and stroking band members only to then be told that we had to move on to our next destination, leaving them out in the dark with semen in their stomachs and only a couple with my fluid in their cunts.

Knowing that these bitches were there almost exclusively for me and my money, by providing a chance for my band and crew to use them, the groupies and whores got nothing out of it except inadvertently promoting the esprit d'corps of our little band of road warriors.
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Because I had been focusing so much on managing the band's affairs, I had pretty much neglected my sex life. Even when I went to the beach to relax, I ignored the bevy of skimpily attired women because my mind was drifting off to what to do about our music and the marketing of it. About the only thing I had been intimate with over that period was my righthand.

In early August, we had to register for our classes. While Valerie and I were there, we went to the activities director and got our band booked to play at lunch the first day of school. Since I had done it before in previous incarnations, I went around to several American Legion halls and booked us into them beginning the Friday after school began. Then, with the help of our sound and lights guy, I had to rent a modular stage and find a band to open for us. I also had our artist design flyers for us and we took his design down to Kinko's to have them printed up.

After that, we had to design our own stage and a professional drum riser, which would take some time before we took delivery on it. Our drummer cobbled together an improvised riser and then I had to subcontract security. So for a couple weeks there, we were running around like chickens with our heads cut off. I also decided it was time to formally open our office. Fortunately, we were able to shanghai Valerie's dad in to help us organize that hiring process. He was stoked that he was going to  be able to see his daughter play live and would take the day off to watch her do her first show. I already had a five man road crew that I had been paying a retainer to since we finished the initial renovations on the warehouse. We spent the next month conducting interviews and getting the human resources infrastructure in place.

And if that wasn't enough, there was a lot of talk in the media about who was going to finish the worst record in baseball so that they could draft me in June, 2013. Their 2012 record would determine the selection order. I felt compelled to issue a statement through a guy at a well known baseball magazine I was really friendly with that I would not sign with any team that deliberately tanked it so that they could get a shot at me. I further called for a lifetime ban on everyone involved if what amounted to throwing games surfaced, though I also added that I anticipated that everyone would play their asses off so they wouldn't shortchange their fans.

In the last paragraph of that statement, I also notified  the Marlins that I would not play for them due to the former's chaotic ownership situation (though I didn't anticipate they would sink enough to have a shot at selecting me) and the latter being owned by what I consider to be one of the greatest baseball villains of recent times, Jeffrey Loria.

 With all the activity, time continued to scream by and, seemingly before we knew it, our road crew was loading in on the morning of the first day of school. The local fire department wouldn't let us employ pyro, so it was just going to be giving the student body an unvarnished  taste of the old melodic fast and loud. Valerie and I were excused from fourth period so we could soundcheck.15 minutes before we were to hit the first chord of our concert, we were ready. As soon as the bell rang at the end of the period, we launched into the intro of our first song, "The Curse of Kings," based on a quote from Beethoven's "Eroica," and then went full on muppet metal with a  thrashy classical infused rhythm. Chris' double bass work rumbled over the concrete of our school's amphitheater while Phil's vocals echoed off the surrounding classroom buildings.. I blitzed the listeners with a speedy harmonic minor solo before we concluded with third harmony leads and fast tom tom bashing.

We went right into our second tune, "Holy Night Terrors," which was ignited by Valerie's speedy lead intro, that was only slightly slower than its predecessor. The spectators were buying in and, when Valerie and I did an exchange of solos, a nice cheer for us went up. Any preliminary nervousness on our part was pretty much history as we felt locked in and, 25 minutes later, concluded with another warp speed track, "The Eyes of Egypt."

I went to the gym to shower and change out of my leather pants and boots in favor of a pair of jeans and tennis shoes while our roadies began loading out. I missed about half of my fifth period class as a result, as did Valerie. I got some high fives from my classmates after I walked in and was pretty proud about how our first public performance went.

After that little exhibition and the publicity I was receiving in the media, all the whores and scam artists began to surface to seek a piece of me, including those who attended my school or lived in my hometown. Girls were literally throwing themselves at me, some literally walking up to me and showing me their tits or pulling up their skirts while I walked to class. Did I take advantage? Fuck yes I did! I wasn't going to take any of those whores home, though. Instead, I led them to local motels and fucked them. They were using their wombs as slot machines, trying to let me get them pregnant. Too bad for them I was shooting blanks so that they were taking my jizz despite the fact that the sperm was either dead or there wasn't any at all.

That didn't mean that they weren't hot, though. I woud be at the local park longtossing with one of my high school teammates and a hot blonde would show up with huge Monsanto tits and a curvy, but not fat, figure, typical local female news anchor/rock and roll groupie face to ask for my autograph and then, when she was out of earshot to my workout partner, would proposition me even though I was still a wayd from being 18. I started carrying a video camera with me to fil these encounters, so I ran off to my car, grabbed my video camera and, while I was rolling, got her to promise to do both my buddy and I. Then we all headed off to a local motel. "This bitch is unprotected, dude, so be happy with getting head from her and we'll just use her until she can't take it anymore." Of course, my buddy was up for it.

When we got to the motel, she would rent the room (and yes, I was keeping track of all this in my little lyric book) and we would file into it and have her do naked lap dances for the two of us while I had the video camera rolling. We both felt her up while she did this, including penetrating her digitally, until I asked my buddy if he was ready. When he signaled he was, we took off our pants and I would tell her to first take care of the other guy with her mouth (and she had better do a good job!), including swallowing his cum, before I would impale her. Seeing only dollar signs, the whore complied eagerly and my friend was soon shooting his sperm packet down her throat. I got a glass of water and made her drink it to wash any remaining semen from her gob si that she wouldn't be able to try to nail my buddy by sticking the semen into her pussy with her fingers.

I lined my cock up with her hole and shoved all nine inches of it into her. "Fuck, you're huge!" she gasped as I used her for my own pleasure, hammering my weapon into her while the video camera captured it all and my friend watched. I fully enjoyed reaming her, the sweet compression of her pussy joyously massaging my prong until I gushed my river of infertile mancream into her. I made her insert her fingers inside of herself and gather the cum I had spewed into her on them and lick them clean. I demanded that she toss my buddy's salad and she did it! I got hard again and spiked her one more time while she continued rimming and licking my buddy's asshole. She must have felt like a total loser when the pregnancy test came up negative or she had her next period.

My female classmates, well, I must have done half the senior class before I graduated. The ones who were already 18 I took to a motel (I made them rent the room) and split their uprights. You would be amazed how many of them kept coming back for it even though everybody on campus knew I was a user. But that only enhanced my bad boy appeal. The ones who were still underage (in California, the age of consent is 18) I would do if they were hot. The ones who were sixes and sevens (which was about 90% of them) I would merely have them blow me in the parking lot while I sat in my car. It's amazing what women will do when they smell money. So there was always a pussy or a mouth around my dick my senior year. It was beautiful.
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Tuesday, I went to our school's art teachers and told them I was holding a contest with a $250 prize to devise a logo for my band, Red Sentinel. I added that the winner would also receive a dime for each album copy sold if we got signed and started releasing albums. The logo had to be flashy and cool and I didn't want any death metal band type stuff. They would have by December 31st to come up with something suitable.

Wednesday, I finally got a response to my musicians wanted ad that wasn't a waste of time. A 21 year old drummer, Chris Ellis, who had previous band experience wrote me and I set up an audition for Saturday at my place. He turned up with a full double bass drum kit and his playing was powerful, crisp and you could set your watch by his meter, so he was in. I told him what I was going to do with the band from A to Z and he was on board with it. The thing that did it for him was that we had some money to work with for marketing and equipment. Now I had a backbone to build from.

The following Monday, I put up notices on music and drama department (the latter for vocalists) bulletin boards at a few local colleges. Out of that I got a bass player, Johnny Burrell, and a lead singer, Phil Dorsett. We still needed a keyboard player, but at least by early November, we could begin hammering out material. I also didn't have any other option, so I formally asked Valerie to join my band as our second guitarist. Getting a load of the songs I presented to the band really lit a fire under Valerie's ass because she liked what I was writing a lot and wanted to be a part of performing it. Thus, she upped her practice regimen from four hours a day to as much as eight when she wasn't rehearsing with us.

I bought all new equipment for the band. Valerie was stunned that she now had a backline of four Marshal 100 watt stacks (I played through Mesa Boogie Dual Rectifiers) instead of just her little 50 watt half stack, several new guitars and a full pedalboard of effects. At that juncture, I was playing all the keyboard parts during our rehearsals, which I held four days a week. However, in mid-December, we all went to a Trans-Siberian Orchestra show at the Forum and, just for a laugh, before the show started, I yelled out to the other audience members around me, "anybody here play keyboards?" "Yeah, I do,  bro!" I asked him to tell me more. He had some classical training in elementary school when he was a kid, but was pretty much self taught from junior high on. His name was Barry Mullaney. He had a You Tube channel, so I told him I would get back to him after seeing his videos.

The TSO concert was uber kick ass as was usual for them, but I could hardly wait to get home and see Barry's videos, hoping I wouldn't be disappointed. I wasn't. He had a full keyboard rack and amplification for it and displayed his prowess on a range of material from Elton John to Deep Purple to jazz to show tunes. I wrote him and brought him down for an audition on my keyboard setup. After just a couple of songs, we asked him to join and he signed up. I suggested he use my gear and tweak it however he felt he needed to. And he was blown away by my compositions.

School was becoming tougher to handle for Valerie and I since our rehearsals would often go past midnight. My personal life also took a dive because I was just so focused on dealing with my little combo.

We took the Christmas holidays off to rest and recharge. When we came back to school the first week of January, I chose a logo from those that were submitted and presented the winner his money, in cash, during his art class. I also had a contract for him and his parents to sign that I had my band's lawyer draw up. There was a provision in it that when he turned 18, if he didn't re-sign the deal, we would seek another logo and abandon the one he created. I then asked him to submit art work to us for our first album, which would be self titled, saying that it was likely going to take at least a year for us to get a record together, so he had a deadline of July 1st. It must be done in a hyper real style. We would also have first right of refusal to all of his other creations. He would be paid 25 cents per album sold

I hired a web designer I knew and opened an official website, a You Tube channel and Facebook and Reverb Nation pages for us and incorporated the band. I also trademarked our name and started a publishing company, Sentinel Songs, to handle defense of our tunes. I bought a warehouse to use as both our office and rehearsal space. I brought in an architect to come up with renovation plans for said use. By the time I got all that done, it was mid-February and baseball tryouts were to begin a week later. Our rehearsal schedule would now be Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. The latter two days, they would be all day affairs, with lunch and dinner included.

The first day of baseball tryouts at my school, I stepped into the batter's box and hit the first pitch I saw 450 feet over the 20 foot high leftcenterfeld wall into the middle of the street of a cul de sac that was behind the school. The outfielders didn't have much to do since I dialed long distance on pretty much everything I saw. During other's bp, the way I was chasing down liners and fly balls and then the velocity I displayed on my throws knocked my coach and my fellow players out. My coach came up to me afterward and said that the earlier reports on me were definitely valid and he looked forward to seeing me in game action.

The tryouts lasted a week. I wanted seven since it was my lucky number and also the late Mickey Mantle's uniform number. My coach decided to hit me leadoff in order to get me as many at bats as possible, figuring that we would score the most runs that way. He was also hoping that we would commence many of our games with instant 1-0 leads as a result and maybe get inside the heads of the opposing pitchers early.

We had our first faceoff the second week of March. The first pitch I saw from the opposing hurler was a thigh high middle out fastball at about 90mph  that I torqued 500 feet beyond the rightcenterfield fence at their home field. The guy began muscling up after seeing his heater taken so far downtown and he walked our next two hitters. Then he grooved one to our leftfielder, who spanked it off the leftfield wall for a two run double. By the time I came up again in the inning, the bases were loaded and we had a 5-0 advantage. His coach went out to get him and they brought in a little lefthander who tossed me a curve ball that didn't bite so much as roll and I mashed it even further than my first homer for a grand slam. The contest was over at that point and I suggested to my coach that he give the bench guys some ups in my stead. That proved popular with my teammates. My coach was also impressed with how selfless that was and sat me down. So I never saw an inning on defense, but we won 11-4.

Our next match was at home and there were a bunch of pro scouts there to watch us. We got behind 1-0 in the first and then I got a hold of a second pitch slider and flamed it off the top of the rightfield wall for a two bagger. I stole third and scored on a dribbler to the rightside to tie it up. Then I made a running catch of a gapper, which brought applause from the about 50 people in attendance. I came up again in the bottom of the second and was thrown a fastball on the inside corner and up, but letter high rather than around my noggin, and I tophanded it over the roof of the house that was directly in back of our leftfield fence and on to the lawn of the domicile across the street. I got carried away during my next at bat, though, and overswung on a changeup down and away and hit a little topper to first for an easy out. I came back to the dugout cursing myself for being an idiot by muscling up.

This may have inadvertently done me and our team a favor. We were down by three with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth when I came up. I got ahead 2-0 and then he threw me that change up in the same location as my previous at bat. I punished it just inside the rightfield foul pole and cleared the bases. The first baseman bobbled the relay throw and I slid home with the winning run on the error.

Our third game, and we played two games a week, one on Monday and one on Friday, I got a mid-80's fastball up and just destroyed it. I have no idea how far it went, but it was one motherfuck of a long way for a quick 1-0 edge. That rattled the pitcher real bad and he got pulled after our next two hitters walked. We went on to trounce them 17-1 and I came out of the game after my third homer of the game in the fourth.

During the succeeding tilt, I drilled a slider that was down, somewhere below my knees, but over the middle of the plate, and it just kept rising and was still going up when it disappeared from view. I never saw a pitch to hit after that, as I was walked the next three times up. I stole second and third all three times and scored on two of those occasions and also threw two men out at the plate. We still lost, though, 6-4.

By then, the titanic shots I was unloading was getting around school as well as the scouting community. At our next home game, it was standing room only. (the seating at these games was just a couple of bleachers, so it didn't take much to fill them) Adding to that was that the other club had a pitcher named Dave Farrell on it, who was also drawing a lot of major league interest. They scored three runs off of us in the first inning and then I came to bat. Farrell threw me a fastball up that I let go by for a ball. He came inside and that was off the plate, too. He had really good movement on that pitch. Then he threw another heater he tried to bring back over the outside corner. I hit it over the rightfield wall, but I was just a hair late and it sliced foul. He hung a slider and I got every bit of it, this homer being highlighted by the sound of the ball crashing through the window of the house across the street from the home that backed up on to our leftfield fence. Everybody got a good laugh out of it, but with coach's permission, I dispatched a teammate to the house in question with my phone number so we could set up a payment plan for the broken pane.

My second time up, they intentionally walked me with nobody on. There was a lot of booing from the 200 or so people in attendance. I stole the next two bases, but there were two outs and our number two hitter couldn't get me home.

The next time up, though, got ugly. When the catcher held out his hand to indicate I was to be given four wide ones with nobody on, everybody started booing loudly. One of the scouts berated Dave, telling him to "throw the ball over the plate like a man!" "Oh shut up!" his coach blasted back. "You guys walked Bonds and Pujols the same way. Go fuck  yourself!" That infuriated coach Addison, who was there scouting me as part of his bird dog (scout without portfolio, basically) duties for the Angels. He walked up behind the opposing team's dugout and asked, "so what are you going to have this kid do when he faces the Yankees? Walk everybody until he gets to the eight hole? Teach him to make a pitch or teach him how to sell shoes. But you can't do both!" The crowd began chanting, "pussy! pussy!" toward Dave, who was caught between a rock and a hard place. I stole second.  They pitched out when I went to steal third, but their catcher threw the ball down the leftfield line and I hustled home for our second run. The audience chanted that epithet the entire time Dave was on the hill and when he came up to hit.

I was back up in the ninth leading off. They had a 5-2 lead with nobody on. "You better not walk him this time you asshole!" someone shouted at the opposition's coach. Dave had exhausted his pitch count, so I stood in against a reliever, who threw me four balls that were off the plate and I walked. I stole second and third and scored again on a fly ball before we went down to defeat 5-3.

After the game, a couple of scouts, one with a vein popping out of his neck, could be seen letting our opposition's coach have it. "What the fuck do you have that kid prove when you do that?" the  scout wondered rhetorically. "You're not doing him a favor. He's not Barry Bonds or Pujols, he's a high school kid (referring to me). Let the kid (Dave) figure it out up there."

The incident was written about at length in our school paper and there was video footage on You Tube which got picked up by baseball websites and on our students' Facebook pages. Monday, the phone at our school was ringing off the hook wanting to know when our next game, which was on the road, was. "Fuck, we might have to play this next game at Angels Stadium if all those people show up," my coach joked.

It seemed like every seamhead in southern California showed up at our next outing. My first at bat, I missed a good biting slider down in the zone but in the middle of the plate and only hit it hard back through the middle instead of over the wall for a single. I stole second and third and scored on a squeeze. In my second appearance, the pitcher got behind to me 2-0 and tried to run one down and in on the inside corner. Unfortunately, that was my biggest happy zone and I just about made it disintegrate, depositing it into the rear of the parking lot to gasps and hoots from the standing room crowd for a three run homer. The pitcher lost his nerve and couldn't throw a strike to save his life from that point forward, walking two runs in before he was pulled. I was the next hitter and smoked a weak fastball into that same spot in the parking lot. We won going away 15-7.

The game after that was against Dave Farrell and his team. The problem was that it wasn't much of a home game for them because there were scouts from every major league team there and even some front office people as well as the baseball press and a large contingent of baseball nerds. When I came up in the top of the first, people were already ranking Dave out for the last time he had to take me on. His coach, not wanting to be shown up or something, had me intentionally walked. The "pussy, pussy" chant started up again and it got a lot nastier than that from individual hecklers. The police were called, hauling away several spectators for being intoxicated. The cops were not thrilled about having to, in effect, referee a high school baseball game. There was nothing they could do about the crowd because yelling, "pussy, pussy" wasn't against the law.

All of this threw Dave off of his game and he couldn't command the strike zone at all. The next time I came up, there were two on and one out. Once again, the manager wanted me walked. The 1500 or so spectators started hurling every invective in the book at Dave and his coach when the catcher gave the sign to give me four wide ones. Stuff began being thrown on the field and the umpire notified the crowd that he would forfeit the game if the onlookers didn't cool their jets. The cop who headed the detail ordered Dave's coach to have Dave pitch to me to prevent a riot. When I was standing up there, I reminded myself to be calm and just focus on staying short and quick to the ball. Dave threw me a room service fastball and it left the grounds in the blink of an eye. Dave was crying by that point since he was unfairly put in the middle of all this and his coach finally yanked him. We won 6-5. I stayed afterward to sign autographs and take pictures with fans.

Our school decided to hold our next game at a local park that was much more equipped to handle the crowds that were now turning up. It was the same one that I had worked out with coach Addison's squad at. There were at least 2,000 people there and when I leadoff the first inning for our team, the pitcher hit me in the left hip. Then he plunked the next batter, too and walked the man after that. He was totally overwhelmed by the attention. Our clean up hitter singled up the middle for two runs. Later, the pitcher walked a run in. We scored a run on a groundout and then the bases were refilled via the base on balls. That brought me up. He aimed a fastball over the outside corner, but it got a lot of the plate and I jacked it well over the rightfield wall and it was 8-0.

I had to stay in because of the audience size. So I came up in the second with us now leading 10-0 and a couple men on and golfed a rolling curveball on to the freeway beyond the centerfield fence. My third time up, there was nobody on and I took a strike on the outside corner. The pitcher tried to come back with the same pitch, but missed his spot and I unloaded a screaming mimi more than 450 feet to rightcenterfield. I begged out of the game after that.

Over the course of all this, interview requests came flocking in, but I turned them down unless I would be allowed to do them during my athletics period and they would mention my band and link to our Facebook page. The ones who refused I didn't talk to. I wouldn't meet them after practice because I wanted to work on band stuff. Besides, I was only a junior. 

During our last game the first week of June, I homered three times and drove in eight runs while also making a diving catch of a drive in the gap. Again, about 2,000 people showed up. By that time, Red Sentinel had 15 songs nailed down for our set, about half a dozen covers to spice things up and we were completing and adding two tunes to our repetoire a day.. The renovations on our warehouse were finished, too, except for a studio I belatedly decided to create in it. We moved our gear into the rehearsal space, which made things a lot more comfortable at my house. Now I had to hire road crew and someone to do our sound and lights. In addition, we needed folks to work in our office once things really started happening.

Valerie was a much improved guitarist, too, with all that concentrated work on her skills. She was well chuffed with herself and she had every right to be.

The school year ending was such a blessing. I was named league, county and state High School Baseball Player of the Year and got a whole host of invitations to play for club teams during the summer, but I was more concerned with my band. We could now knock off our rehearsals at more reasonable hours and have more time for individual practice and songwriting. The ideas continued to surge through my mind ]]> Mon, 05 Mar 2012 01:21:08 MST dandalk Supernatural Stories 0 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/376916/ http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/376563/
Sunday, I visited a batting cage in another part of the county and hit for a couple of hours to try to stay sharp.

Monday, I had a visit with the girls who had their gym class the same period I did. Being able to cook well was becoming my ace in the hole since girls weren't used to guys doing that for them. I asked Debbie Marcus, a 5'3" 14 year old auburn haired honey, to have dinner with me that night. Unfortunately, her parents weren't allowing her to date for another year. "So how about you, Courtney?" I said to the 5'6" dark brown haired sweetheart of a girl. She had a slim frame and legs, but C cup tits that really jutted out. She laughed the easiest of any girl I ever met before or since. She giggled her consent and I told her to be ready before six. She lived in another town that was nonetheless inside my high school's boundary.

I went to the supermarket after school to pick up a few things both for the meal and for me. I was in the produce aisle when I saw this woman in her mid-30's staring at me. Just to get a rise out of her, I walked by her and said "hi." "Hey handsome," she replied coquettishly. I backed my ass up and introduced myself. Her name was Cara and she was a childless divorcee. She asked me if I wanted to go for coffee and I had to admit that I already had a date that night. She never asked me how old I was. Total cougar out on the prowl. I got her phone number and promised to call her. I finished my shopping and went home to do some prep for dinner.

Things went off without a hitch and the quality of the meal really made an impression on Courtney. I urged her to join me on the couch  She giggled her approval and sat next to me. While we talked I began gently stroking her left chick with the back of my righthand and expressed how beautiful I thought her eyes and laugh were, which was the truth. "Your eyes just seem to sparkle, which tells me that you're just a really nice girl," I flattered. She blushed because she knew I was hitting on her but was nonetheless flustered in formulating a response. I upped the ante by stating that I might have to write a song about her. I actually later did, though I didn't use her name in it.

I eventually got my left arm around her and we kissed for a fair amount of time as I cradled her body in my arms. My hand slithered under her sweater top, where I parted the hooks of her bra and felt her up. I pulled the bra and sweater off and got a gander at her sweet tear drop shaped gazongas. She giggled yet again when I groped them but moaned when I got into some real sincere suckling her pinkish nipples. I glided my righthand up her right thigh and attempted to insert it into her panties, but she put up the stop sign. So I rubbed her clit over her panties and pantyhose as she held my head against her chest.  Her moaning intensified and this time she allowed my hand to crawl as far as her vulva, where I resumed bringing very pleasurable friction to her nubbin. She had a lot of pubic hair down there and I wondered if she had the wild and free 70's porno bush happening.

She was panting now and I hastened the pace of the rubbing motion I exerted on her clit, which boosted her to the height of ecstasy. I pulled my fingers out of her crotch and wrapped her back in my arms, kissing her hard and spinning my tongue around hers deep in her mouth. "Come on babe, we're going to bed," I proclaimed and like I did with Andrea, I slung her over my shoulder and transported her upstairs to my bed, carefully lowering her on to it. "Clint, this is going faster than I want right now," she declared. "It's cool babe. I really like you, so we can just kick back together for a while if you're into that." "I'd like that, too," she agreed and I sat up against the headboard and had her scoot in in front of me, whereupon I encircled her with my arms. We flirted, kissed and joked around for a couple of hours  before I took her home. Naturally, when I returned to my house, I wacked off like a champ.

Tuesday after school, I called Cara and, while chatting about nothing in particular, I asked her if she wanted to get together that night for sex. She hesitated then answered affirmatively, which made me wonder how long it had been since she'd had a good rutting. "God, probably more than a year," she estimated. If she had said no to me, I would have just blown her off. I got her address and made plans to meet her at seven.

Cara was presentable. She was probably 5'4" and 120-130 pounds with D cups and short brown hair. When I talked to her at the supermarket, she looked at me like a lot of the girls at school did. I was planning on giving her a whirlwind screwing and using her as a cum receptacle. To her, I was mainly boy candy and so would be using me to reconfirm her attractiveness.

I rolled up to  her place right on time and she greeted me at the door wearing a hot little black teddy, black stockings and high heels. I crossed the threshold and immediately grabbed her, laid a passionate, invasive kiss on her, slung her over my shoulder and told her to point out where her bedroom was. She squealed as I hefted her into her bed and I landed on top of her when her back hit the mattress.I unzipped her teddy and pulled it off of her,  her heavy mammaries bobbing out. I gently pulled her shoes and pantyhose off, exposing her bushy twat. While I kissed her again, I rolled her around the bed. I stood up and peeled all of my clothes off and jumped right back on her, crashing my mouth on to her right nipple and lustily licking and sucking it. "Ohhhhhhh yeah baby," she whimpered. I staged an oral beatdown of her milk ducts and it drew vocal plaudits from her. I kissed my way down her soft belly and dove headlong into her underbrush, my tongue finding her button in that haystack and givingt it what for for the next 45 minutes, resulting in her being rendered that special kind of high from all the orgasms I induced in her and her juices permeating my taste buds.

I rotated her body so that she was on her stomach and I pinned her upper back down with my chest while my righthand grabbed my cock and forced it in to her hallowed hall. "Oh fuck that feels good!" she testified as I savagely stabbed her cunt with my spike over and over. Her ardor ramped up quickly and she was thrashing under me while the sensations within her accumulated and steered her closer to climax. I "You like this cock bitch?" I snarled. "Oh God yes!" she praised. "You want me to keep giving it to you?" "Oh yes!" "Well, tell me then!" "I want you to keep giving me your cock!" she panted and the flood gates of her passion opened and her nails dug into her pillow as the orgasm poured a torrential tide of pleasure into her. I kept on humping her vigorously seeking my own release while she welcomed several more peaks of pleasure before I streamed my manjuice throughout her vaginal cavity.

"God, I haven't had a hard fuck in so long," she lamented as she propped herself on my right shoulder. "You have the perfect body for it, babe, nice and soft," I smiled. She giggled at that line. I then made an excuse to leave. She still had no idea that she just had sex with a 16 year old. The only thing I had told her about myself was that I was a musician.

Having vented my balls, I went to school Wednesday very relaxed.  I invited Valerie over for a jam both that day and Thursday. She said she was practicing a minimum four hours a day, which I hoped was true. Unfortunately, a lot of the responses I was getting from my musicians wanted ads were completely pathetic. I really wanted to have something getting off the ground by the time baseball season arrived, but it certainly didn't look like I was going to reach that target at that point.
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The next day at school, Desiree was with her friends and I just walked right up to her and gave her a hug before introducing myself to everybody else. My eyes were immediately captured by this little hispanic chick, Marta Salgado, who was about 5'2" and 100 pounds with nice C cups and slim legs. She made googley eyes at me, too, but so did the other girls. So when the bell rang and everybody went their separate ways, I told her I wanted to have dinner with her at my place Friday night. She accepted and I started thinking about what I was going to make for her. I went to the store after school to get what I needed for it and then jammed the rest of the night away.

Friday, I picked her up at six and brought her to my house. Now the thing about hispanic chicks is that they're really bubbly, super nice and exceedingly cute. She loved the fact that I cooked for her, liked it even more that it was delicious and dug it when I brought my acoustic guitar out and sang her a couple of Bruce Springsteen songs, "Thunder Road" and "Badlands." We kibitzed for a while and then I started kissing her. She wouldn't let me get any farther than that, though. That was fine. It was still a fun night and I didn't spend any real money on her.

Saturday and Sunday, I devoted myself to music, learning and writing songs and ordering cds. Monday, I took my Taylor acoustic to school and, when I went out to lunch, I sat on the grass near the quad while leaning against a tree and started playing for myself. Within about five minutes, the girls in the new clique I had begun hanging out with flocked around me. They wanted me to play them something, so I did Fleetwood Mac's "Never Going Back Again." One of the girls, Trish Martin, actually asked me if I wrote it. What a dummy! So I introduced the next song, Jim Croce's "Operator." I decided to do something they probably actually knew, Green Day's "Good Riddance." Dire Straits' "Sultans of Swing" was next on my hit parade and I followed that with Dylan's "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright" and Cat Stevens' "Peace Train." My throat was drying up by then, so I went into Mason Williams' "Classical Gas" and was rocking away on that until the bell rang.

When I got home, I put ads on some musician's sites and in Music Connection seeking people to play in my band, which I decided to call Red Sentinel. I just hoped I wasn't going to have to sift through a passel of incompetents, flakes and druggies to find people who I could work with.

Tuesday was interesting. I was coming out of gym class and walking across the quad when I saw this lanky strawberry blonde who was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt staring at me. "Oh, I'll have a bit of that," I thought to myself. The thing was I didn't have to approach her, she was walking up to me! Cool! I thought this would be the easiest pull ever!  "Hey, you're the bloke with the Les Paul, ain't ya?" "Yep, guilty!" I confessed. She was speaking with a British accent and I was impressed that she knew what model of guitar I was playing. "Are you in a band?" "Nah. I just moved here and I'm actually looking for people to play with," I answered. "What kind of music are you into?" "Well, the material I write is mostly neo-classical metal." "Oh, you mean like Nightwish?" "I love Nightwish, but it's a little more intricate than what they do. It's more like Stratovarius with a bit of a chamber music influence." "I think I might quite fancy that," she enthused. "Would you like to have a bit of a jam?" This last question really threw me. First, I wasn't expecting her to be a musician and, secondly, if she sucked it was going to bite to tell her that since I really wanted to invade her panties. Facially, she had a little bit of a Shirley Manson thing going on. "What do you play?" I inquired. "Strats," she averred, though that wasn't what I intended to ask her. So she was obviously a guitarist.

I was running out of time to get to class. We exchanged cellphone numbers and agreed to meet in the quad after school. That would give me more of a basis to determine whether Valerie, that was her name, would mesh with me or I would have to send her off. So I sat on a planter after sixth period ended waiting for her. A couple minutes later, she strolled up to me. I told her to have a seat. "Tell me about yourself," I directed. Her parents were from Birmingham, England, but her dad moved to London to work for British Airways. Six years ago, he decided to pull up stakes and move his family to Southern California to work for Southwest since it was a chance to enjoy the California lifestyle.

Her father had been a mad Iron Maiden fan and met his wife at one of their shows when he was in college. Therefore, Valerie got exposed to a lot of that band's music growing up. However, what got her playing guitar wasn't Maiden, but Kelly Johnson, the late guitarist of the all female band Girlschool. "My dad was gutted when she died of spinal cancer because he had been a fan of her band back in the 1980's. I didn't know who she was, so I looked Girlschool up on You Tube and I was knocked for six by the ferocity of her playing. It also demonstrated to me that the girls could keep up with the lads musically and so I asked dad to get me a guitar. I had lessons for a couple of years and then taught myself ever since," she disclosed. She graduated from a Squier to a used black Fender Strat and then her dad bought her a white Jeff Beck signature model Strat and a Marshall 50 watt half stack. "He's quite chuffed to see me playing music he likes and not going for the typical stuff girls listen to these days," she giggled. "He calls me his little rockstar."

I thought that was pretty cool since I had been a fan of Kelly and Girlschool, too. I agreed to jam with Valerie. I told her she could use one of my Strats and a Marshall stack I had at my house. We took my car there and, after tuning up and waiting a few minutes for the power tubes in our amp heads to warm up, we went into Maiden's "Number of the Beast." I took the first solo and she performed the second and did a credible job. I urged her to be more aggressive. We then played "Wrathchild," also by Maiden and I had her do the lead breaks, which weren't that technically difficult. She wanted to do "Revelations." I was impressed by that because of the tempo and textural changes in the song. She took the Dave Murray part and I did Adrian Smith's. She had a couple slight muffs, but otherwise did pretty well.

Now it was time to  step it up a notch and I did the intro from Yngwie Malmsteen's "Far Beyond the Sun." "Woah, sorry, but I'm total crap when it comes to Yngwie stuff," she stated. "It's cool. If we form a band, you can do the rhythm guitar bits on the more difficult stuff," I consoled. We played a few more 80's metal tunes, including Metallica's "Seek and Destroy." I sat down with her and explained to her where she needed to improve and wrote out some exercises she could do to improve her speed and accuracy and so she could learn how to sweep pick. I also told her to learn Stratovarius' "Speed of Light" since it would really push her ability in the direction I wanted. However, I also figured it would take her a couple of months, best case scenario, for her to begin to get any kind of grasp on it and that was if she practiced for at least 4-5 hours a day. This would be a test of how much she wanted it. I also couldn't sleep with her because if she ended up in my band it would queer the whole relationship between us and the rest of the members.

Wednesday, I was hanging out in the aforementioned gym class before it started. I was talking to some guys I had gotten friendly with when I noticed a group of girls looking at me, giggling and averting their eyes whenever I caught them. I excused myself from the dude circle and walked over to where the chicks were. There were four of them and they were sophomores and freshmen. They were all flipping their hair back, holding my gaze when they talked and subconsciously smiling a lot, which meant that they were hooked. I had to go join my class a couple minutes later,  but I made a mental note to revisit them at a future point in time.

However, I did have somebody in my bed that night. Desiree had blabbed to the other girls about how good a cook I was and what a great time she had in the sack with me. That made Andrea Flett, a 5'7" brunette with pouty lips, a slim and nicely defined figure and large B's/small C cups rather interested in me. Thus, I invited her over for dinner, which she loved. Unfortunately, she wasn't that interesting as a person, only as a piece of ass. While we talked at my dining room table, I got up, went around to her side, picked her up and carried her to the sofa in the livingroom. That made her laugh and, as soon as I put her down, I was all over her, kissing and hugging her. She was responding nicely to that and I unzipped the back of the red wine colored one piece mini dress she was wearing and pulled  it down to her belly. I then disattached her bra, clasps and chucked that harness to the floor. She had her hands up my t-shirt and pulled it off of me. I resumed kissing her as the darkness of the encroaching evening was enveloping us, my mouth trailing down to her neck and, eventually, to her plump round tits. As I sucked on her reddish nipples, I slid my righthand up her right thigh and into her white lace panties, her wetness lubricating my hand as it rubbed her clit.

I slung her over my shoulder and hauled her upstairs to my bedroom. I gently lowered her on to the bed and yanked her shoes and dress off of her and did the same with her panties. I lost my shoes, socks, boxers and pants and proceeded to eat her pussy, my taste buds absorbing every last drop of juice I could elicit from her cunt before I concentrated on her clit, bestowing climax after climax on her. I jammed my dick into her without objection and she sighed contentedly as I did so. I didn't feel anything special here. This was just a fuck to me and I reamed her for my own pleasure. She was getting off on it, too, and she came with a vengeance when I started pounding it into her like a frenzied animal. My deep grunts and her higher pitched moans created a kind of obscene harmony while my trenching tool dug into her gash repeatedly, causing her to leave marks in my back and biceps with her fingernails. I inundated her love canal with my effluent and then,  my balls now vented, I wanted to kick her out of the house. Nonetheless, I cuddled her for a while and made rather forced conversation before I finally said that I had some music stuff to do before I went to bed.

The next morning before school, she was being a pain in the ass about it by asking me what we would do if she got pregnant. "You're not going to, Andrea. I knew a long time ago I didn't want kids, so I had a vasectomy." That lie cut that bit of drama off at the knees.

I met with Valerie at lunch to ask her how her playing was coming along. As I expected, the lessons and the song I had her take on were proving quite a challenge. I preached patience, that it would all come in due time as long as she practiced with correct technique. She also wanted to jam Saturday and I was definitely up for that.

Friday, though, I asked Desiree if she wanted to get together at my place again and she received the invitation positively. I drilled her silly that night after we ate dinner. Definitely a nice way to begin a weekend.
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My history teacher was the school's varsity baseball coach and I went up to him after class to ask him about when tryouts would be held. This being September, it would still be six months before they would occur. I just wanted to make sure he knew about my interest.

After school, I got online and ordered tens of thousands of dollars of musical equipment, like I had to in previous transformations. Then I went out and bought a collection of 34 ounce, 34 inch wooden Louisville Slugger baseball bats, a couple of fielder's gloves and caps, some oil for them, gym shorts, a sweatshirt, several jerseys and a couple pairs of cleats.

After a couple of weeks, I got to know everybody's name who was in my various classes. I tried to recognize them so that they wouldn't think I was into  myself to an excessive degree. It was weird, though, being back at the same school I had been a big titted blonde at and now I was a guy with the same student body as when I was Dawn. I had also gotten my music gear and started bringing my Les Paul to school along with the Bad Monkey overdrive unit and the headphone amp I mentioned in a previous incarnation, though I didn't like leaving them in my hot trunk during gym class. Then the musical ideas just began to flow and I bought a 24 track machine to record them on to at home with an eye to putting a band together later.

The athletics coaches began to notice me, too. We were playing touch football in PE and I would dodge somebody after getting the ball and then it was off to the races. My PE coach pulled me aside and told me to run a 100 yard dash because he wanted to make sure the clock would show what he thought he was seeing. I ran a 9.13, just .06 seconds off the world record. The coach couldn't believe it, so he had me run another one. I was indeed slower, but not by much, 9.17. He asked me to come out for the football team, but I said no, that baseball was my sport. Then he suggested I run track. I responded in the negative again.

A couple days later, my history teacher wanted to talk to me. He couldn't work me out at that juncture because of CIF (that's the body that governs high school sports in California) rules, but he wanted to have a friend of his who ran a traveling club team look at me that Saturday. So on that appointed day, which was in the morning since the field, which often played host to a local college baseball squad, was going to be used for slow pitch softball games later in the day. I showed up in my improvised baseball uni of gym shorts, a baseball jersey, white socks and cleats plus I had a bag of wooden bats and my glove with me. I stretched and played some catch with coach Addison, including doing some longtossing. Then he hit fungoes and timed me going from home to first, home to second and home to home. Home to first I was at 3.2, which is insaney fast relative to the running speeds in MLB.

Next was batting practice. He  threw me some room service heaters at about 70 miles an hour and I hit them more than 500 feet even though I had to generate almost all the power myself since the velocity of those pitches wasn't much. His jaw hit the ground. "Jesus, that's a sweet swing you got there, son," he commented. Then he wanted to see if I could hit the breaking ball and he offered up some lollipop curveballs and cement mixer sliders (in other words, they didn't do anything other than just spin) and I crushed them into the great beyond. "With all due respect coach, you're breaking stuff has nothing on it," I observed correctly. "Son, can you come out here and work with my team tomorrow?" "Sure coach! Sounds like fun!" "Great. Jesus kid, you might have a nice future in this game." "Thanks sir!"

I was so excited when I got to the field the next day. "Boys, this is Clint. He's going to workout with us today. Pay attention, because you may be seeing something really special." I snarked to myself, "oh fuck, great, no pressure there!" Nonetheless, I kept repeating to myself to stay relaxed and not muscle up. After everybody did their stretching, we worked on relay plays. The first throw I uncorked, there was a murmur. "Fuck, nice hose, man," one of the other outfielders complimented. We did a first to third drill and then it was time for batting practice. I had to wait a while because I hit in the third group, but the first pitch the coach threw I hit on to the freeway about a hundred feet beyond the leftfield fence, which was 350 feet away. "Fuck, man, look at that stroke!" someone enthused. The second pitch I lined over the centerfield wall more than 400 feet away and it crashed into the hill another 30 feet in back of it.

What I didn't know, though, was that he had his best pitcher warming up on the side and, after those two shots, that hurler took the mound. He threw a heater down and away and I lined it off the top of the rightfield wall. He then ran a couple sliders up there that were off the plate. Next was a heater middle in and I torqued it just inside the leftfield foul pole about 390 feet away. "How the fuck did you keep that fair?" the pitcher asked. "It's called leading with your top hand," I offered. Then he threw me a change up that I was partially fooled on, but I stayed back and wacked it back through the middle. He tried a slider that had good downward action on it and I inside outed it into the gap. He came with a heater up above the zone that I let go by and then attempted to come back upstairs and I got it all, mashing it about 550 feet, again on to the freeway, in leftcenterfield. I was awarded high fives from everybody.

"Shit dude, you're awesome. You should join our team so some scouts can check you out." "Nah, man, I don't want to take somebody else's position. Plus I got kind of a music thing to do, too. But thanks for letting me workout with you guys." Coach Addison, though, wanted to bring me back a couple days later. So I show up after school Tuesday and there he is with former Angels pitcher Don Driscoll. Driscoll was a hard throwing righthander whose command was erratic, which is why he was no longer a professional ballplayer. He used to play for coach Addison back when he was still an amateur. After I got there, Driscoll warmed up and then I stepped in against him. The first pitch was at probably 95mph and I fouled it off. I wasn't really loose yet, though. So he came with another one and I popped it up, which really pissed me off. He threw a slider and I drilled it off the rightfield wall. So here comes another number one and this time I scalded it over the centerfield wall. He bounced a couple more sliders that I didn't offer at and then he came in with a two seamer. I whipped it down the leftfield line and into the corner. His next pitch was another hard heater and I pounded it on to the freeway. So he tried a cutter, but left it out over the plate, and I lashed it off the centerfield wall. I fouled a slider off and he came in with a fastball on the inner half of the plate and I creamed it , rebounding it off the chain link fence that fronted the freeway. "Dude, can I be your agent?" Driscoll joked. "Well, at least I could hang with a mediocre AAA pitcher," I laughed inside.

When I went home, I was writing songs and recording the ideas I had, so I didn't ruminate much on what I just did at the workout. The next day in history class, though, my teacher wanted to talk to me after it was over. He more or less promised me a spot on the team and I told him I wanted to play centerfield. He was fine with that. I also added that by no means will I pitch. If he was pondering having me do that, I said, I would go play for a club team instead. He swore that he would only have me play outfield.

The girls started to happen, too. This chunky but cute blonde chick, Desiree Kowalcik, in my physiology class, took a shine to me. I made it clear to her, though, that I wasn't really into having a girlfriend, just having girls. She may have figured that letting me sleep with her would make me want her exclusively, but she was wrong.

We went back to my place after school and started making out on my couch. It's always fun cuddling a soft body and it was no different with her. I opened her blouse and popped the clasp on her bra  before pulling the lot off to reveal her milky round B cups with pinkish aureolae and nipples. I vacuumed the latter with my mouth, distending those milk ducts and making her moan as my righthand separated the opening of her pants and then slipped into her panties, where I insinuated two fingers into her wet, meaty cunt. I found her g spot and she was attempting to hump them, too, grinding down on my fingers while I continued to pull on her tits with my lips.. I kept this up until she convulsed and panted in the throes of orgasm. I pulled her pants off and then her panties. She had beautiful white skin and I nibbled and kissed up her thick legs until I landed on her pink, moist pussy, where I lapped up the wetness that was pooling inside of that gorgeous slit. There was a slightly musky taste and odor to her vulva, but that didn't stop me from flipping my tongue against her clit and yanking on it with suction while my cock strained against my jeans wanting to get in on this deal.

I swirled and rolled my tongue and added more suction. Her huffing and puffing told me she was digging it and not much further from that point in time, her hips suddenly bucked as the piercing pricks of pleasure swarmed inside of her, her chubby little hand pulling my head against her crotch. I acceeded to her wish and made her cum several more times before I suggested we go to bed. I pulled her up off the couch and off we went upstairs to my bedroom, her boobs bouncing slightly. I shed my clothes and my erect dick said "hi" to her. She remarked at how huge I was, at least to her, and we both reclined on my mattress, where I rotated her over on to her back and cleaved her slit with my prong. "Oh fuckkkkk," she sighed as I buried it inside of her. ":Clint, put a condom on, I don't want to get pregnant," she desperately begged. "Don't worry babe, I'm shooting blanks," I reassured her and I started thrusting, my brain noting the softness of her vaginal walls, her breasts heaving back and forth with every crash of my pubic bone against her body. "Oh my God, so good," she moaned as I drilled her slippery slot with gusto. Her gasps increased in frequency and volume until she produced a choked scream and then a guttural shudder while her brain rode the tide of pleasure coursing through her.

"Oh shit, oh fuck!" she profaned as she got her voice back when the orgasm subsided. I pounded my full length into her over and over and she wrapped my neck in the warmth of her arms while I did so,  her legs half pulled against her body accepting my constant penetration and yearning for another climax, which she was soon rewarded with. "Ah ah ah ah oh God (gasp) oh God (gasp) ahhhhhhhhagggghhhh!" she cried when she felt the impact of her ecstasy inside of her. She clutched my ass cheeks, urging me to keep bringing the tubular freight to her. She bucked against me when she had another orgasm and then I unleashed my magma inside of her. I withdrew and made her clean my johnson off with her mouth. "Oh my God, I've never experienced sex like THAT before!" she celebrated. "I aim to please baby!" I smiled. "By the way, you have a great body!" I complimented. She was happy when I said that. I cuddled her for a while before she had to go home. She was part of the popular crowd and so that became my in to that group.  ]]> Fri, 02 Mar 2012 18:19:13 MST dandalk Supernatural Stories 0 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/376182/ http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/375893/
Tuesday, my team wrecked another opponent. Wednesday, I was walking out of my fourth period class to lunch when I encountered Garrett. As we continued ambling into the quad, he tried to interlace his fingers with mine, which I let him do. We looked at each other and I giggled because I didn't know what to say. I could feel some wetness forming between my legs, though, and I know he was definitely  hard because, well, I was originally a guy after all. When he met my friends, who were mostly comprised of girls on the team, it was a pretty stiff ordeal. I would later find out that Garrett doesn't really warm up to people very quickly, so no wonder.

He waited for my volleyball workout to end and walked me out to my car, which I wasn't expecting him to do. This time, I told him to come to my place after he ate dinner. He did and we laid in my bed making out and watching tv. He was a really good kisser and I was super wet by the time he went home. Once he was gone, I stripped,  jumped into bed, spread my legs and diddled myself to a couple of amazing orgasms.

However, Thursday, I had to sit Garrett down and let him know who I was. I said that I didn't have any problem with him wanting to be my boyfriend, but that I didn't want to be tied down and so I was occasionally going to sleep with other guys as well as girls. Naturally, I said I would be okay with him doing the same thing. I further expressed the hope that we could just have a mellow relationship that would make our high school years more fun. He was initially shocked, but after thinking it over for a few minutes, he revealed that he'd be able to deal with it. He was further relaxed when I told him that he would never have to buy me anything, even for my birthday or Christmas, because I knew the stress that puts guys under. In addition, I remarked that I felt prom was a big waste of time and money, to which he riposted, "fuck yes it is."

He visited me again that night and we had sex for the first time, but only after I gave him a blowjob. His cock was a mite over six inches and thick, so it felt killer when he was thrusting it in and out of me. He was also a really caring lover, taking things slowly and worshipping my entire body. By the time he jetted his cream into me, I was emotionally in a very good place. The orgasms he triggered didn't hurt, either.

Garrett's personality was more in tune with mine and I became much more interested in being with him than seeking out alternatives. Without any major drama around me now, he and I spent our days and nights together doing a lot of fucking and just kicking it. My team finished its schedule in early November and we went undefeated for the second straight season and, for the third time, I was named conference and county Player of the Year.

The Dream Theater concert smoked and, as we went into the Thanksgiving holidays, I was happier than I had been since I underwent this transformation. That would be shortlived because during the first week of December, we had the state tournament and, three matches later, we returned with bupkis. I had sex with Lyle one more time and then let him know that would be the last time. I had decided I wanted to be exclusive with Garrett, at least at that point in time. As all girls should, I stopped subjecting him to my friends at school and we began hanging out as just a couple. Garrett's huge sexual appetite also assured that I wouldn't feel starved in that area and we graduated still a pair. Of course, that was also after my volleyball team notched its fourth straight league title and I was dubbed Player of the Year for the league and county for the fourth time. And, for the fourth time, we got jacked in the state tournament.

Garrett moved in with me and eventually graduated college. Mary also finished her university coursework and moved out after finding a job in Northern California. I lost contact with her after that. When Garret concluded his collegiate career, we lived overseas for a decade: Japan, Holland, England, Germany, Sweden, Spain and Portugal and then returned to America, where we got married and were together until he died at age 59 of heart disease. It was a good life with him since he was a really decent guy who loved me to pieces.

Six months after Garrett's passing, I sold all my belongings and donated the proceeds to charity. The day the sale of my house was concluded, I went into my Vishnu room and prayed to him before saying that I was ready to return to the morning before my latest transformation in 2011.

I suddenly awoke in my bed in my home. I sat down at my computer and strove to chronicle my adventures to date. It had definitely been a long, strange trip, as the song goes. I had it all down after a couple of months and uploaded it to this site.

Okay, what had I not done now? I mulled it over in mind as to whether or not I should retire the medallion and just live out the rest of my days until Vishnu deems that I finally rest.

Well, there was one thing I hadn't been able to do that I always wanted to: be a pro baseball player. I thought about it and thought about it. I also contemplated the phenomenon of how rock stars wish they were athletes and athletes with they were rock stars. I thus chose to embark on another adventure and, after praying to Vishnu, I put my hands on the medallion and intoned:

"I want to be 6'4" and 235 pounds with five percent body fat, an Adonis body and the most handsome looks in the world with long blonde hair down to my ass, the speed of Usain Bolt, the batting eye of Ted Williams and Barry Bonds, the swing of Barry Bonds, except from the righthand side, the devastating power of Mickey Mantle, the throwing arm of Roberto Clemente, the outfield instincts of Andruw Jones, the hands of Ozzie Smith, the conditioning of Paavo Nurmi, virtuoso ability on guitar and keyboards whereby I'll know how to play any song correctly after hearing it just once, I'll remember how to play all the songs I learned in previous transformations, a great sense for composing neo-classical heavy metal songs, the knowledge of an English Lit and a history Phd, the ability to speak and read Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, Chinese and Korean to a native level, $1 trillion in my bank account, though nobody will bother me about where I got it or how I use it and the bank I have it in will never go out of business or go bankrupt and the tellers will know who I am, I will have all the leading credit cards with no limits, a Honda Civic, a wide ranging wardrobe, all of my identity documents will have my name as Clinton Jay Parker, I will never become the victim of any injury, crime, accident, assault, or disease, I will never get a girl pregnant no matter how many times I ejaculate in them or on them, I will never  gain weight no matter how much I eat, I will be a black belt in Jeet Kune Do, I will never test positive for any performance enhancing or recreational drug, I will never be detained or arrested for anything I do, I will instinctively know how to get women off within five minutes during oral sex, I will be able to last 25 minutes before I ejaculate during sex, my cock will be 8.5 inches long and 25% larger in circumference than it would be under my normal identity, I will never catch or pass on any sexually transmitted disease, I will always look 21 and won't physically or mentally deteriorate, though my legal age at the start of this transformation will be 16, when I will be entering my junior year of high school in 2011, I will be living in a 4,000 square foot fully furnished two story house with a soundproofed music room and school supplies. I am ready for this transformation "

I awoke in bed and, like with the other transformations, I didn't recognize the interior of my new bedroom. I went to the bathroom to do my business and, when I looked in the mirror, there was what I had asked Vishnu to grant me, the looks and body of a real stud. I brushed my teeth, brushed out my super long hair and then dressed myself in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, socks and running shoes. I picked up a list of my classes off of my nightstand as well as my book bag, which had a notebook and some pens in it, and headed to my garage, where I hit the button for the garage door opener. I slid into my ride, flipped the bag into my backseat, pulled out of my driveway and turned for school.

I parked the car a couple hundred yards from my campus and walked the rest of the way. I would walk past a group of girls and then hear, "oh my God!" I smiled to myself thinking about all the teenage pussy I was going to be inside of in the near future.
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"So where's the fine ass white bitch you were talkin' about Preston, man?" one of the voices I heard through the bathroom door said. "Hold on a minute, man," Preston countered. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey bitch, get your ass out here!" he snarled. I rolled my eyes because I knew exactly what he was doing. Nevertheless, I decided to play the part of the reluctant one night stand so I wouldn't look like a total ho. I tentatively opened the bathroom door and he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the living room. "Damn! That's some bomb ass white pussy!" one of the guys exclaimed. I tried to hide my knockers and cunt, but Preston grasped my arms from behind and pulled them apart.

"I owe my boys here a favor, bitch. So get on your hands and knees and get to work!" "You the man!" one of them said to Preston and they all high fived each other. Preston roughly pushed my shoulders down to get me on to the floor and I complied. Triple teamed by BBC (big black cocks)? Fuck yeah! I never learned his friends' names,  but for the sake of telling this story, I'll call them Jordan and Jerome. Jordan was slim and about 6'2" with cornrows and ear rings in both ears. Jerome was 5'10" and about 220 pounds, but not fat, with shaved hair and an ear ring in one ear. He was built like a longshoreman. Both of them were gorgeous and and I was definitely up for them doing me.

Jordan kicked off his basketball shoes and dropped his pants and briefs. Out came a long, thin dick, probably nine inches, except it had more weight to it than your typical needledick guy. He told me to suck it and I opened my mouth. He eased his long, dark pole into my piehole and I enclosed my lips around it as my righthand reached in to stroke it. Jerome positioned himself behind me and forced his way into my snatch. I could feel the tremendous mass of it, especially the girth,  as it separated my vaginal walls. Preston went to the kitchen and came back with three open bottles of beer for him and his friends. Jerome played with my tits as he reamed my cock pocket. I was moaning all over Jordan's dick, the friction from Jerome's thunderstick being so intense that it wasn't going to take too much more time for me to be hit with a profound climax. "Check it! This bitch is enjoying this!" Jerome observed while I glided my throat further down on his sausage. Jerome slapped my ass hard and that was all I needed to go over the falls, as I screamed on Jordan's throbbing dick. Jerome kept striking my butt as he accelerated the pace of his thrusts into my hotbox. It was tough concentrating on what I was endeavoring to do for Jordan while the heat within me was rapidly piling up again. Jordan finally took matters into his own hands, bracing my head between his paws and skullfucking me. He tried to shove it all down into my throat, but I couldn't quite do that, causing me to gag every now and again. My senses were routed by the mounting pleasure from Jerome's tool and he just as the orgasm was subsiding, he painted my cave with his white liquid.

Preston quickly replaced him and I sighed on Jordan's johnson as I felt Preston penetrating me. "Shit, this is good pussy right here!" he extolled as he enjoyed my warm, moist love pit. A couple minutes later, Jordan finally dumped his load on to my tongue and I swallowed it all down. Jerome then sandwiched his spike between my lips and adopted the same tack that Jordan had, facefucking me. "Hey Dawn, are you on birth control?" Preston interrogated. I shook my head from side to side with Jerome's penis still in my mouth. "She said no, man," Jerome informed everyone. "Shit, I guess that means you're having a little black baby, bitch," Preston notified me. Of course, they didn't know I was sterile, but if the thought of breeding me made it hotter for them then who am I to disabuse them of that notion?

Preston and Jerome continued to slam away at my oral and vaginal cavities while Jordan stroked himself to ready himself for being next in line for my jellyroll. I had one orgasm, then another before Preston injected me with millions of his swimmers. Jerome wasn't far behind him, pouring the contents of his balls into my gullet. Jordan lined his cock up with my hole and bored it into my slimy marsh. Each outstroke caused more of his predecessors' cum to be scooped out of me and smeared my thighs with it, not to mention staining Preston's rug with some of the drippings. Jordan was railing me a treat and he lasted one hell of a long time while Jerome and Preston watched me visit the summit of pleasure repeatedly, my sighs, moans and screams reverberating off the aging walls of the stucco house. When Jordan finally offloaded his ballfreight, I stood up to give some relief to my aching knees.

"I'm going to tap that ass," Jerome declared. ":Uh, no you're not, baby," I insisted. "Not unless you come up with some rubbers and lube." "Bitch, shut up!" Preston barked. "Preston, stop fronting. I can take you guys out in 15 seconds if I want to. So cool your jets, bro," I said with daggers in my eyes. Then I rebounded my right foot off of the tip of his nose before he knew what hit him. I planted my left foot into Jerome's sternum,  pushing him to the floor. I was now in perfect position to undercut Jordan's legs and did so, my right foot ending up on his throat.

"Okay Dawn, we don't need to fight about this," Preston advocated, cooling down, the expression on his face one of astonishment. "Listen sweety, yes, I'm a slut, but even sluts have limits." I smiled wickedly and then added, giggling "you ruined a perfectly hot gangbang with a lack of preparation. Sorry I had to be the one to school ya on that," I lectured. Watching them warily, I dressed and left.

My panties were a mess by the time I got home around 1:30 in the morning. I could hardly wait to get them off of me and take a shower.

Sunday, I stayed home, but I called Dave to thank him for inviting me to the game. Janice spent the night Saturday, so I made breakfast for her and Mary before the former left.

Monday, we had an okay workout and then went out Tuesday and defenestrated our opponent. Our coach wasn't happy with that because he knew that we were getting by thanks to a combination of the crappy talent level of our league and my world class ability. All the athletically gifted, or at least decently athletic, girls played basketball or softball. In a county that was increasingly hispanic, the sports for most girls in that demographic were softball and youth soccer leagues. Our school didn't have a soccer squad. We had a field hockey outfit, for some reason, though. Go figure.

Anyway, after that game, our coach just gave up since he knew that nobody in our conference was going to be able to touch us. So we would practice just enough to keep our rhythm as a team together and then he sent us home. This usually lasted no more than about an hour. He also understood that we had no chance in the state tourney, an assessment that was plainly obvious to me. Following an uneventful rest of the week, we went out the following Tuesday and skunked another one of the league's bottom feeders. At one point in that contest, I had 22 kills in a row. Then I tried to REALLY nail one and mishit it out of bounds. I wanted to go hide under a rock because everybody knows that when you attempt to muscle up you always fuck it up since it throws your rhythm right off the track. Dumb, dumb dumb!

Wednesday, I got my weekly dose of Lyle's cock, only it was me this time who spent the night. He wasn't expecting it, but he nonetheless liked cuddling up with me when we went to sleep. I went right from his house to school. How naughty! When I got to campus, a guy who I knew from my history class, Garrett Andrews, asked me in the hallway after the class ended if I wanted to see Dream Theater at the Hollywood Palladium with him in mid-November. Of course I did! Garrett was a smart longhaired guy, a little on the moody side with an unconventional but provocative sense of humor, but I'd always had kind of a thing for him. It was tough to know if he was interested. He was always friendly to me and we got on well, but I think the fact that we hung out with completely different crowds made him somewhat hesitant. I'm glad he decided to just go for it.

That became the in for the start of our relationship. The next day before class he came up to me and gave me a hug and we made small talk before we had to go into the classroom. Friday, he gave me a cd he'd burned of some prog metal bands he thought I would be interested in. A few of them I had never heard of. Most of them I didn't like, actually. Different strokes for different folks. It was a nice gesture.
]]> Thu, 01 Mar 2012 16:09:24 MST dandalk Supernatural Stories -1 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/375767/ http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/373320/ The apartment door slammed shut behind him. He stared coolly at her, memorizing her every feature, Her full red lips, that long dark hair, pinned in a beautiful updo, and Her smile whenever she met his eyes, with her bright green ones. He smiled, feeling the familiar tingling in his canines. The tip of his pink tongue traced the sharp edge. He could smell her, a cool flowery scent. She walked away from him, talking about some useless human babble. He followed behind her. Watching her wiggle in the short black skirt and band shirt, Clinging tightly to her beautiful curves. He caught her waist from behind; she smiled up at him, Pressing her perfect ass into his groin. Her eyes glittered with mischief. His teeth begged for release. He smiled at her in return, pulling her hair gently away from her neck, he kissed her cheek and across her creamy neck, his kiss cool, and wett. His hand sliding over her front, down her stomach, and between her legs, his fingers light, rubbing gently between her legs, over the cotton panties. He felt her tremble and fall forwards, kissing her neck and shoulders, while rubbing her clit softly through the thin panties, and skirt. Her breath ragged against his face. He stepped away, letting his hands fall away from her body slowly. She turned, strutting towards him, pushing him back into a chair, he sat smiling at her assertiveness. Watching the blood pump under her tiny blue veins, arousing emotions shed never thought to open. She stared at him from beneath her long lashes, straddling him, she started rubbing her front, caressing her perky breasts through her cotton shirt. Biting her red lip, she stared coolly at him, her free hand falling down her body, finding its way over her cotton panties, her pretty little fingers teasing her clit, leaning forward, her warm lips inches away from his ear, she whispered “Im sooo wett for you Matt.” He raised an eyebrow at her, “oh?” he whispered back at her, one of his hands running up her creamy thigh, under her skirt, quickly and efficiently finding the soaked part of her panties, he rubbed the moistness deeper into her, swiftly pushing her panties aside, he pushed a finger into her trembling pussy, warm and soft. His free hand pulled her head towards his lips, kissing her feverently. He pushed his finger into her tight wett little pussy, releasing his kiss, she smiled at him, planting a red kiss on his neck. He smiled, How ironic, He eyed her as she moved off of him, her cute little hands tugging on the zipper of his pants. He blew his short blond hair away from his face as he watched her fumble with the button. She smiled up at him, innocent, but triumphant. He couldnt help but like her a little. She tugged on his pants, scratching his hip with a long manicured nail. He chewed the bottom of his lip, enjoying the small amount of pain. As his pants were pulled down his legs he pulled her small body onto to his lap, her straddling him, He stared into her glazed green eyes, Her breath heavy against his neck, He nuzzled her shoulder, his hands running down her body, finding the edge of her panties he pulled them down slowly, caressing her wett pussy with his cool fingers, holding her neck, he gently pulled her towards him, as he pushed his fingers deep into her, he sank his needle sharp teeth into her beautiful neck, breaking through the skin, painlessly. She shuddered against him, but he held her tight. The blood was warm on his tongue, satisfying his age old thirst, leaving him craving for something more.  Her hips struggled against the bulge growing beneath them. Her breath sharp in his ear, releasing her neck, he licked the remaining blood off, and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her, her tongue exploring his, she bit his bottom lip playfully. He chuckled, a menacing laugh, and bit her lip, gently, but enough for his teeth to draw blood from her soft, plump lips. She moaned as he released her, blood running from his mouth, Her hand tugged at his shirt, he pulled it over his head, her lips touched his bare shoulder, sending shivers down his body. His hands, which were resting lightly on her hips, tugged on the shirt she was wearing. He pulled it up over her smooth skin revealing her round, smooth, delicate white breasts. He kissed her chest softly, she swooned into his body, he held her tight, keeping her from falling off his lap, his kisses trailed down her collar bone, sucking one of her delicate nipples into his mouth, she squirmed, rubbing her dripping pussy against his growing dick. He groaned with pleasure. She whined with excitement, pushing herself against him, begging him for his hardness. “Matt, I need you.” She whimpered. He suck her full breast into his mouth, biting down slowly, his teeth piercing the fair skin. She gasped, and pushed her hips heavily into his lap, He chuckled, releasing her. Blood ran down his chin, he pulled her down to kiss him, letting her taste the blood, lifting her hips, his free hand guided his throbbing cock into her little wett pussy. The need filled her green eyes, he watched them slide close with pleasure, as he pushed himself slowly inside her. Filling her with his hardness, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he guided her hips, matching his rhythmic pumping. Her whimpers turned to moans of full blown ecstasy, as the pressure filled her, he pumped hard and fast into her, her body tensing. “Oh… Matt…”
Her head laid on his shoulder, her smooth skin, warm against his cold skin. He dug his nails into her hips, making her squirm with erotic delight. With one strong thrust, her body tensed, sending shivers through her body, She crumpled against Matt. His arms wrapped around her body, he held her in place, fucking her mercilessly. Slamming his hard cockinto her, her juices spilling onto his thighs. Biting her neck softly, he grazed his teeth over her neck, cutting her, a small amount of blood trickled out, he sucked, and licked at her neck and chest. Her green eyes were dazed, locking with his, he fucked her, she chewed her lip as his cock spasmed, cumming deep in her pussy. Her head fell against his neck, and he released her. Pulling her pussy off his cock, his cum dribbling out of her small pussy. He kissed her red lips, whispering “You are in for it, little one.” Pushing his fingers into her smooth pussy, driving his point home.

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Dave and I didn't break up because we were never boyfriend and girlfriend to begin with, just friends and fuck buddies. It was a nice time being with him, but now I was going to be able to move on. I had sex with him for the last time a couple of days before he packed off for San Diego in mid-August. Mary was excited for her freshman year of college  She was smiling all the time as she romped around the house since she was in a pressure free environment.

Her fall quarter began a week before my fall semester and I felt like a mom sending her child off to first grade when I bid her goodbye after breakfast. Then she came home around one a little daunted but still enthusiastic about how different the atmosphere was at that school than the one she recently graduated from. Janice showed up a little while later and we went out to eat. When we got home, they had sex.

The ensuing Monday, I was now a junior and one of the leaders on my team since our volleyball squad was comprised almost totally of underclassmen. Our talent level, unfortunately, didn't improve much with the influx of new blood, so our fortunes would hinge largely on my right arm.

I wanted to invite everybody for a sleep over, but I had to clear it with our coach, who said  no because I warned him that I have a gay housemate. The irony of that was that if I had an older or younger hetero brother who might also want to hit on the girls that would have presumably been okay. But because Mary was lesbian, it was all of a sudden verboten. "If something happened we just wouldn't need the p.r. headache,"  he claimed. "But if my brother knocked somebody up that wouldn't have been controversial?" I questioned. "Dawn, the answer is no and that's final." "What if  I have it informally as an event between friends and not as a team event?" I challenged. "Dawn, if you insist on going through with it I will suspend you for breaking team rules." "So there's a team rule about going into houses with gay people in them? You're about this far from an Unruh Law violation. Moreover, you're infringing on my right of free association." "Listen Dawn, I have to protect my players and so the answer is no." "So you're slandering my roommate by saying she's going to rape or harm one of my teammates when you don't know who it is?" "I didn't say that." "Would you feel better if, say, my roommate was a Catholic priest?" "That's it, Dawn, this discussion is over!" "Shit, coach, you like to talk about character, but what kind of character is it when your first resort is trying to cover your ass so you don't have to stand up to the nuts in this society? You're a gutless wonder, you know that?" "And you're suspended for a week." "Fuck you, asshole, I quit!"

With that, I stomped off and went home. The next morning, in first period, I got summoned to the principal's office. My coach was there along with the principal, Mr. Butler. "So what are you guys interrupting my education for?" I snarked. First, they wanted to know who my roommate was. I declined to tell them, citing privacy reasons, the very rationale they would have used to refuse any press inquiry into this matter. Then they asked if I was gay, which I said they weren't supposed to even ask because such a question was illegal in California. "Okay you guys, you're wasting my time," i said, trying to get the upper hand and knock them off their heels a little bit. "So unless you  have a 'yes' answer to my request to do the sleepover then I am out of here." They started with some other shit, but I cut them off. "I didn't hear a 'yes', so I'm going back to class. Then you can try to use the cops to get me out of it and have to explain it to my $450 an hour lawyer and the judiicial system why you did that,"  I snarled, daggers in my eyes. "Oh come on, you don't have a $450 an hour attornney." I let out a sigh and pulled my cellphone out of my purse. "Hi, is Karen Stennard there? It's Dawn Anderson. Yes, I'll hold. Hi Karen? This is Dawn Anderson! How are you? Great! Hey look, here is my problem...." I ran through the whole thing blow by blow.

"She wants to talk to you," I informed them, handing the phone to Mr. Butler. "Hello?" "Who is this?" "This is principal Donald Butler." "Mr. Butler, I would personally like to thank you for the $4 million dollars in fees I'm about to take your school district for. You've broken so many state and federal laws and regulations the copy of the lawsuit I will  have you served with tomorrow morning will be pretty thick. You must be a rookie at your job. Dawn is going to be a very rich woman once this gets through the courts." Mr. Butler's face went white and sweat broke out on his forehead. "What laws are those?" Mr. Butler stammered. About ten minutes later, Karen finished explaining her case. "If you like, we can open settlement talks right now and you can avoid the expense of some of the court costs. So what's your proffer?" "Fuck!" Mr. Butler exclaimed. "I don't consider that a constructive response Mr. Butler. Let me speak to Dawn." He handed the phone to me and then called the school district's attorneys. I went outside to talk to her. "So what do you want out of this, Dawn?" "Karen, I don't need the money. Charge them whatever legal fees you want and get the termination of my coach and I'm a happy girl." "If that's what you want to do, Dawn. I'll have the suit served tomorrow morning by a guy I know in the Marshall's office and then I'll let you know how it's progressing." "That's great, Karen. Thank you so much again." "That's what I'm here for sweety. You have an outstanding day." "You, too. Bye1"

I went back into the office and Mr. Butler is holding the phone about six inches from his head because the attorney on the other side is screaming at him. Then he asked who my attorney was. "Karen Stennard? Oh fuck! Your career is toast! So tell me genius, where do you think  the school board is going to find anotther $10 million to pay for this suit? Because minimum, that's what they'll have to fork out over for this fiasco. I swear to God, why do they keep hiring dumbfucks to run these schools? I'll call her and see if we can work something out, but you better start planning an early retirement." "Dawn, what do you want out of this?" an obviously shaken  Mr. Butler asked me. "Mr. Butler, at this point, it's in the hands of my attorney. So you'll have to wait until she gets back to you." And with that, I went back to what remained of my first period class.

During fifth period, I was summoned to the office again. Mr. Buttler was the first to speak: "Miss Anderson,"He began rather formally," "We're very sorry for the misunderstanding..." "Don't speak in euphemisms. It insults my intelligence and is, at best, patronizing," I interrupted. "Sorry," he reacted. "Our attorney has made a proffer and your attorney has agreed to it pending your approval. In exchange for dropping the lawsuit, we will pay your attorney's fees plus Mr. Handleson here will be relieved of his duties as coach." "Uh huh.  I'll talk with my attorney tonight and I'lll go from there," I said. I got up and circled back to my class.

After school, I called Karen. I wanted the settlement amended to stipulate that a new coach will be hired within seven working days. "This is a deal breaker, Karen. If they can't agree to that go ahead and hit 'em with the full lawsuit," I commanded. The next morning, the amended settlement was in my fax machine. I signed it, faxed it back and the sleepover was on.

Of course, everybody was shocked when our coach was forced out. But that's the price you pay for being a bigot. As part of the settlement, I couldn't discuss any of the underlying facts with anyone nor was I to interfere with Coach Handleson's ability to get another coaching position. He would also remain as a teacher at the school. And I was reinstated to the team.  In addition, Coach Handleson was not to denigrate me to anyone, nor was he allowed to say a word about what led to his dismissal.

The other girls sat around with me after dinner Friday as the sleepover got underway and speculated as to why our now former coach got the axe. When they asked me what my guess was, I just threw my hands up in the air and didn't utter a word. I finally broke the silence by saying that we were going to have to really pull together to overcome this.

With the supervision of one of the other PE coaches, I conducted our next three practices. We had another coach by the following Wednesday, but that was less than a week before our first match. "I finally get to see you in the flesh," Coach Costello remarked the first time we met. I guess he had heard about me somehow. He had to be 6'6" and 250 pounds at least. He was fucking huge. He worked us harder than Coach Handleson did and I think I sweated about five pounds off during that workout. The practice on Thursday was rugged, but not as much as Wednesday's was. Friday, he worked us over pretty good, but I was fine with it. The freshman girls really needed the reps.

Monday, we worked out for maybe two hours. Then Tuesday, we went out and crushed our opponent. As soon as we got the ball, I would either roof their spikes or their spikes were so anemic that one of our girls could dig it and then I would hammer it for the kill. It was over in an hour. Of course, Coach Costello was not pleased at the overall level of our play. But the problem wasn't a lack of effort; it was a shortage of talent. Wednesday, he got the bright idea of making us try to dig his own spikes. He was a below average player in world level terms while I was average for a female on a world level. So I didn't have THAT much trouble setting his spikes, but the other girls couldn't even handle mine, much less his. When my turn came again, he spiked it and I did a spinning back heel kick that sent the ball rebounding hard off of the wall above the bleachers. If he was going to do something clownish so was I. He couldn't believe that I just did that, so he drilled the ball at me again and I cannonaded it off the wall once more. He had me stand in yet again and this time aimed at my head. I got an overhand set on it and then bicycle kicked it over the net and into the back corner. My teammates were hooting and hollering.

"How in the hell do you do that when the other girls can barely get even an arm on my spikes?" he admired. "First, coach, you're not a world class athlete, but I am. Secondly, I have a black belt in Jeet Kune Do. I know how to hit things." "I guess." "I just want to say, though, coach,  that if you got a world class male player in here, I wouldn't have a hope in hell of duplicating any of that." "Well, on that note, hit the showers girls and see you tomorrow!"

I stayed out of school Thursday to take my driving test for my license and passed. I drove Mary's car for the examination. Then we went to a dealership and I bought my own ride. Friday, I got insurance for it after school, though I had to skip most of practice to do that, and I was good to go. Now I could get stuck in traffic like everyone else.

I went to a party that night, but got bored and left only a couple of hours in. But Saturday, things were a lot more interesting. Dave's team was  playing Cal State Long Beach. He left tickets for me, though I only went by myself in a strappy white mesh one piece dress and white heels. Dave smiled at me when he saw me about 15 rows up behind his squad's bench. The arena was maybe half full. He played forward for my high school, but was a guard for his college outfit. Since he was a freshman, he only played for about five minutes. Just before tip off, this black guy sat next to me and, within a couple minutes, hit on me. He was in his mid 20-'s, about 6'3", athletic looking and dressed in a neat longsleeve shirt and brown dress pants. He suddenly turned to me and asked who I was there to see. He said that he he had a younger brother who was a  senior small forward on the CSULB contngent. The "little" brother was three inches taller than him. He also claimed to have played some college ball himself. He asked me to tell  him about myself. "I'm a junior in high school and play on our volleyball squad," I averred. He bought me a coke and the conversation continued for a while. He slowly moved the topic of discussion to sex. I knew what he was doing. This guy was smooth.

He asked if I had a boyfriend and what I like in men. Now one thing that signaled this guy had his pro player card was that he held my interest without once giving me a compliment.That already made him different from all the white guys who hit on me, who use compliments as their opening gambit, which only makes them sound like they're trying too hard. As the match was winding down, he abruptly put his mouth next to my ear and uttered, "You look like you'd want some black dick." I giggled and countered that I'd had worse offers. Then I added, "You know I'm only 16, right?" He whispered, "If you're old enough to breed you're old enough to be on my dick," he insisted with a wicked grin. Dave turned around on the bench and made eye contact with me and I waved to him. Now I could have slapped the guy for what he said, but it made me wet instead. "Come on baby, let's go beat the traffic over to my place," he commanded. He grabbed my hand and we walked out of the arena. "I only live a few blocks from here," he stated. "So let's take your car there " I consented to that and, a few minutes later, I pulled up to a home in an apparently okay neighborhood.

We went in and I called Mary to let her know where I was. After I hung up, he stood right in front of me and pulled my hips toward him. I gazed up at him and he laid a series of slow, lingering kisses on me. He wrapped me up in his arms and the kissing became more heated, but on a simmer rather than a full boil. He squeezed my ass both over and under my panties before pulling the straps of my dress off my arms and then taking the entire dress down to the floor, leaving me in my underwear. He resumed kissing me as he unhooked my bra and helped me out of it, My DD cups popping out in front of him. "Shit, those are some bangin' titties!" he praised. I giggled and started unbuttoning his shirt. He played with my breasts while I opened the shirt. He allowed it to drop off of his body and we exchanged more kisses while he fondled my gazongas some more, his big hands rubbing and stiffening my nipples. He had a really nice body! I unclasped his pants and pulled them open. There was a huge bulge in his briefs and I hurriedly slid them and his pants down to see his cock. It was long, around ten inches, heavy because of its full thickness, and hard.

I couldn't wait to  get my mouth on it and folded my knees to effect that. "Lick those balls, bitch," he urged. I turned my head under his schlong and the tip of my tongue skated over the skin of his sack while I stroked his dangerous dangler. I drove the tongue up the bottom of his shaft and then opened my mouth as widely as I could to usher his cockhead into it. I gently tugged on the loose skin around his balls while my lips eased as far down as they could on his enormous fuckstick. I nodded my head back and forth in increasingly rapid increments, endeavoring to get the whole thing into my throat, but gagging on the last inch or so and emitting thick ropes of spit on each outstroke. "Fuck, you really know how to take care of some cock," he praised. On and on my attempt to trip his trigger went and then it happened, as his flesh bazooka blasted cum rockets into my mouth. And that was just the beginning.
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I held her tightly until I had to begin getting ready for a date that night with Dave, who was taking me to an Angels game thanks to free tickets his dad scored for him from his work. They were seats near the third base dugout, so the view was excellent. It was a nice time since I hadn't been out to the stadium in a long time and ballpark food is one of the great guilty pleasures.

It took us forever to get out of the parking lot, but once we got back to my place, we went to bed, where he plowed my furrow like a hot knife goes through butter. A good time was had by both of us and he went home around 1:30 a.m.

Thus, when I woke up Wednesday, I was pretty much dragging my ass the entire day. After school, while I got my cunt spackled by Dave's semen, Missy, Denise and Mary had a threesome. Once everybody left, I went to sleep earlier than usual to compensate for the late night the evening before. That made it Thursday and Mary would only have one more day before her bible retreat. I went into my Vishnu room and prayed that he would watch over her and keep her safe.

Thankfully, Monday, she was back in the weight room safe and sound training with her teammates and then in my bed licking my pussy and screwing me with my strap on after school. I had my legs wrapped around her back while she was thrusting the artificial dick into me repeatedly and I was holding her as tightly as I could. THAT is how overjoyed that she survived another encounter with the evangelical wackmasters I was. What REALLY sucked, though, was that she would have to go to a two week bible camp only a few days after school let out.

Friday was a conference day for teachers, so school ended after fourth period. Denise brought over a couple of girls from the softball team, Janice Carissi and Carmen Dominguez. When added to me, Missy and Mary, that was six lesbians/bisexuals in the house. I explained the situation with Mary and why I needed Janice and Carmen to stay away from her at school, especially as her dad didn't like Mexicans. They understood since they were putting up with some of the same crap vis a vis religion and homosexuality as Mary was. Mary was very attracted to Janice, who was as tall as she was, jet black hair halfway down her back, C cup breasts, very toned body and a girl next door kind of face. Janice also appeared to be attracted to Mary. Carmen wanted to take me for a test drive, which left Missy and Denise to spend time together again.

Carmen was her team's catcher, standing at 5'6" and 150 pounds, dark brown skin, short dark brown bobbed hair, D cups and a thick physique.  Having her on top of me was like a guy being there, except with a softer body, and it felt pretty amazing. I loved sucking her big chocolate nipples, though eating her past all that pubic hair she had was a bit of a battle.

After a couple of hours of fooling around, I made a late lunch for everybody. Then we just sat around and engaged in girl talk.

Janice could spend time at school with Mary and Missy since she was so feminine it wouldn't raise any suspicions. Janice also had a car, so she could pick Mary up a block from her house and bring the two of them to my place.

When Dave was over and Denise started dating Kana, who would become her girlfriend, that left Missy with Carmen. Their hanging out and having recreational sex would blossom into a full blown relationship down the line.

As the end of the school year approached, I began receiving overtures to play with club and AAU teams, which I turned down. I didn't want to spend my entire summer suffering floor burns and sweating my ass off in hot gyms, which would make me too tired and sore to want to fuck as much as I wanted.

There was one bit of good news right before the semester concluded, too: Mary wouldn't have to attend that bible camp. The guy who ran it was arrested for owning and distributing child porn by the feds. According to Mary, that engendered an almighty shitstorm at her church that was hilarious to watch. A lot of the parents fretted that their children might be in those photos and it really created problems between the church's pastor and the congregants. The photos turned out to be of little boys, so I was glad Mary wasn't victimized. It still sucks, though, for the kids who were raped in those pictures. Was this bit of retribution the work of Vishnu? I have no idea.

Over the summer, I worked with Mary on getting her room decorated how she wanted it. We also made plans for getting her out of her house. Missy had already exposed her to tons of stuff she wasn't supposed to see, including books, music and movies her parents would have found distasteful. She wasn't even allowed to go to the beach because of all the boys and girls dressed in skimpy bathing suits. Her parents were just totally insane.

During the summer, Mary ate breakfast with her family and then told her mom she was going to Missy's, which was the truth, except they would subsequently both board a bus and come to my place. Or Janice would pick them up. Sometimes all we would do would be me teaching Mary and Janice how to cook better. Other times, it would be watching tv, listening to music and/or having sex.

Dave played in a summer basketball league and, after he came home and showered, would come over to spend time with me or to go out somewhere. So overall, it was a socially and sexually busy time for me.

The week before school started, me, Missy, Mary and Denise sat down with Missy's mom so that Missy could come out to her. Her mother was not surprised. "You're a beautiful girl, Missy and when I didn't see any boys coming over I knew something was up. You know that I don't care what your sexual orientation is. You're still my daughter. Now is Mary your girlfriend?" "She was, but I'm seeing another girl now." "You should bring her over for dinner, honey." We then explained Mary's situation and how we may need her (Missy's mom) to cover for her on occasion. She didn't see a problem with that. We all went out for lunch to celebrate Missy's exit from the closet as well as Mary being able to be out to Missy's parents.

After dinner, Lyle called and later visited me to feed his beautiful dick to my pussy. He spent the night and then went home early the next morning to get ready for work.

The school year commenced and I was now a 15 year old sophomore while Mary and Missy were seniors, as was Dave. Mary and Janice debated whether they should go to prom together, but I brought up the fact that it would raise a stink and maybe even end up in the media, something which neither Janice nor Mary wanted. Instead, I offered to book us all a weekend getaway in Laguna Beach and they decided that would be more fun, which it definitely would be. Plus it was a gay friendly city. I was also going to take Missy's parents so they could front for us.

Our volleyball team crushed our league, going undefeated. Again, I was named Player of the Year for both the conference and the county. Then we lost our first two matches in the state tournament, which weren't close, and went home with nothing to show for it. I did, though, get feelers from recruiters for a couple of major universities. They were shocked when I told them I had no intention of going to college.

The fall semester went uneventfully, thank God. Well, except for the car I bought for Mary for Christmas. It would remain in Janice's name for now, but Mary would get it when she moved in. God, she cried a lot when I took her to the car dealership to pick it out. I told her Janice would have to drive it a couple of times a week to keep the engine in good trim. Mary wasn't permitted to have a driver's license because her parents were afraid she would use the car to neck with boys in it or worse. So Janice would drive over in her car and then they would use what would become Mary's to go do things together until she had to take Mary home. Then Janice would come to pick her own wheels up.

After the first of the year, Mary started taking small things out of her house in her book bag and deposited them at my domicile, including some of her stuffed animals, pictures of her and Missy and other mementos.

On February 18th, Mary turned 18. At the 3 a.m. the following morning, after writing out a note to her parents confessing that she was gay and could no longer bear living in such a repressive household, she snuck out of the house, where Denise, who was now a college freshman, picked her up and carried her to her new abode. The morning of the 19th, a female lawyer I had hired went into the administration office and warned them that if they revealed to anyone Mary's whereabouts they would be sued for millions of dollars for violating her privacy.

Later that morning, Mary, accompanied by me and all of our friends, arrived on our campus dressed in very cute clothes for probably the first time since elementary school. She was tired as hell from the stress and was very frightened about what might transpire after she stepped on to the grounds. Janice let her have her cellphone so she could call me if either of their parents turned up in her classes. Her folks did go to the office looking for her, but were then escorted off of campus by the police and told not to come back. I was late to all of our classes because I had to hustle over to hers to act as her bodyguard in case something happened. At lunch, she cried while thanking everybody for their support and we basically made sure nobody could talk to her without one of us intervening.

After school, we hustled her off of campus in Janice's car, drove her about four miles out of the way, transferred her to a taxi cab (with me riding shotgun) that then took us to my home. Janice spent the rest of the day with her. Mary was emotionally exhausted and went to sleep shortly after entering my place. I felt like I was running an underground railroad.

The following morning, Denise, who had rented a minivan the night before, came over and picked the whole entourage up. She drove us into an alley behind the side of the school that was completely opposite the main street entrance and, with Ryan and Lisa in front, we walked through a hole in the brick wall separating the alley from the school. After they determined that the coast was clear, we brought Mary with us. This time, Dave acted as her bodyguard and he confronted some of the school's evangelical contingent on the virtues and benefits of not being a narc. Dave didn't name Mary as the person they were trying to protect, so the religious nuts were really confused. I did the same thing to the girls in that group.

AFAIK, they never found out about Mary. I guess her parents were so ashamed about their daughter being a lesbian that they didn't want to tell anyone due to the Christian obsession with being perfect.

After school, we took Mary to a beauty salon, where she had her hair cut off and dyed black. She wanted a Joan Jett type style and that was what they gave her. She was just about unrecognizable now compared to how she looked before. We took her home and had a proper welcome party for her. "This is the best dinner I have ever eaten!" Mary enthused before breaking down in tears again. I uncorked a bottle of wine to drink with the meal, which we toasted to her. For the first time in her life, she was now in a household that loved her for what she was, not what she was supposed to be as decided by someone else.

The following Monday, Mary missed school so she could go to the DMV to obtain her learner's permit. Janice took  her out in what would soon be her car so she could practice and Denise did so as well. That weekend, Denise took her to a gay dance club (Janice wasn't 18 yet). Mary was really feeling like she was able to stretch her wings now and be an actual part of the regular society. I bought her cds, a cellphone, an IPOD and a new laptop. I forbade her, though, from using Facebook because that would have made it easier for her parents to find her.

In late March, there was a heatwave and we all went to the beach together, where Mary wore a bikini out in public for the first time in her life. She was coming out of her shell and I felt like a proud mom. Janice turned 18 that same week and they went from the beach that day to a gay dance club that night, where they reportedly had a blast.

In early April, she got her license and Janice signed the car over to her and I paid for the insurance.

Janice could now stay overnight with her regularly and Mary looked forward to college, where she would go to a nearby UC school, so she and Janice could hook up with more gay and lesbian young people. And when she wasn't socializing like she hadn't been able to before, she was also going through books she was barred from checking out, too, without having to sneak around about it. I warned her, though, that she had to either kick ass in college or get a job to keep living with me. If she didn't do at least one of those things she would be out on the street.

Because so much was going on that school year, time seemed to just zip by. Sexually, it was the same thing. When Dave wasn't porking me, either Lyle would booty call me or I would sleep with one of the lesbians unbeknownst to their girlfriends. Prom week, everybody had a blast during our weekend in Laguna Beach. We also used it as a chance to start in on our summer tans. 
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Sunday, Mary came over by herself after she had changed out of her church clothes and hopped a bus. I put on Al Green's greatest hits and we got naked. She was all over me like a bad suit, kissing me hard and passionately, enjoying suckling on my nipples and then slapping her tongue against my clit for about half an hour, causing me to absorb the lightning of repeated orgasms. She slid her pussy against mine and we rubbed each other to a huge mutual climax, me hearing that familiar two part harmony of sighs and moans I also had heard with Denise and Missy.

We laid there in bed for a while and she told me about certain members of her congregation. "God, what a freak show they are," she evaluated. She then disclosed that she had to attend a bible retreat the following weekend. "Now THAT is a freak show," she laughed ruefully. I asked her if there was any way she could ditch it and spend the weekend chilling at my place instead. She answered that her parents watch her get on the bus and that they have a list of the kids who are supposed to be there, so if they aren't they basically call out the troops to find them.

I made lunch for her and we ate it in our bikinis before we went back to bed and cuddled for a while until she had to get back on the bus and go home, the poor girl

Monday, Dave came up to me before the start of my athletics period and chatted me up. I let him give me another quick kiss before he had to scamper off to begin his workout. Denise took me and Missy to my house after school and Dave showed up half an hour later. I took Dave aside. "So hey baby, how do you feel about gays?" "I have a cousin who's gay," he disclosed. "As long as they don't try to do anything to me I don't really care what they do." I swept his legs out from under him and placed my right foot on his trachea. "Listen sweety, in a little while, another girl who is a lesbian is going to come and if anyone finds out she's gay you will not live to see college. They will need cadaver dogs to find your carcass after I get through with you. Do you understand?" "Okay Dawn. Just get your foot off my throat." Once he was allowed to get vertical by  me, he looked at the other two girls. "So Denise and Missy are gay?" "Yeah. Denise's parents know and Missy's don't really care even though she hasn't told them yet. But with Mary, you will really fuck her life up since her parents are full on religious wackos." "Mary? You mean Mary from the girls basketball team?" "Yeah." "Oh my God, that's hilarious! She's like a total big Christian!" "Actually, she isn't, but her parents are. And Dave, I'm not kidding. She gets found out and I will indeed kill you in the literal sense. Therefore, you might want to keep your mouth shut about who's gay and who isn't."

"Okay Dawn. What about you?" "I'm bisexual, honey, but I'm mostly into men." "Cool! Threesome time!" "It doesn't quite work that way," I instructed, rolling my eyes. I turned toward Denise and Missy. "Hey you guys, Dave and I are going upstairs. Keep an eye out for Mary." "Okay baby," Denise agreed. "Have fun!" she giggled. I took Dave's hand and led him up to my bedroom. I shut the door behind us and placed my arms around his neck. We made out for a few minutes, which heated my ardor to a nice boil. I let my knees become one with the floor and pulled his pants open. The boy was nicely hung! I smiled up at him as I slowly stroked his wild weasel. My tongue flitted across and around his growing shaft, inducing profound stiffness. He was a bit over eight inches and thick. That mouth watering sight inspired me to engulf it with my mouth and  suck on it hard on every outstroke to lend him a pulling sensation before I let him spike my throat. The cycle of deep throating of his spear and then pulling my lips on it quickly boosted his penis' sensitivity and made his balls become turbulent with boiling sperm. My slurping on his fuckstick was the only sound in the room that wasn't a moan from his lips and I coaxed a growing flow of precum out of his cockhead. His breathing turned into an asthmatic melange of pants, sighs and gasps as the temperature of his inner heat ascended until the pressure exerted by his balls forced him to spurt ropey globs of cum into my piehole. I slung it down into my belly with contractions of my tongue and esophagus to his delight.

"That was an epic bj Dawn. Thanks, babe," he complimented. "My pleasure, sweety," I giggled. "You were a good boy about Mary, so I thought you deserved a little somethin' somethin'. Well, we better go downstairs and see what everybody's up to," I suggested. We did that and we all just talked and joked around until they had to go home for dinner. Denise dropped Mary off about a block away from her house so that Mary's parents wouldn't see who their daughter was with.

I got my period  the next day and convinced my coach to let me out of our workout. I then went home. I just wasn't in much of a social mood and more or less hid from the world. I skipped school the day after that, too and felt quite a bit better by Thursday. Dave wanted to take me out Friday, but I said no. I said I would feel better Monday if he wanted to hang out with me then. He did and now that my monthly visitor had departed I was up for action.

He took me home and we went up to my bedroom. I shed my clothes and, surprised, he initially hesitated before he did so as well with what was concealing his body. We laid in bed and his eyes greedily scanned my body, especially my DD cups. "Fuck, your body is bangin'!" he bubbled. I giggled and grasped his cock. "This isn't shabby, either," I praised. He grinned like the cat who just snared the canary while I stroked it. He leaned his head down to suck my nipples as we snuggled up against each other. The mood became more and more sensual whilst we were stimulating each other this way, the little jolts from each suction of my milk ducts further drenching my twat and each passage of my hand over his lengthy fat pole hinting at just how good it might feel inside me, which only served to make the area between my legs warmer and wetter.

I slid down the bed and my mouth devoured his dick. He let out a long agonized moan as my soft lips caressed his thunderstick, my tongue providing more vivid sensation from underneath it. Over and over, I impaled my throat on his heavy weapon and his breathing quickly became out of control as the sensations accumulated within him. He emitted choked grunts and then, with one long guttural moan, he decorated my cakehole with his manfrosting, which I swallowed with aplomb.

I scooted my body up and my legs were astride his head. He reached up and pulled my thighs downward so that my lips were now seated on his lips. I lightly ground my bald pussy on his tongue. He pushed me up very slightly to access my clit and lash that nubbin wth the tip of his tongue and then distended it with suction to call the blood down to the end of it, which made it feel hot and throb. Hotter and hotter it seemed to become with each passing moment until my pubic muscles suddenly convulsed and pumped the stored up heat all through my body as I held tightly on to the headboard.

I migrated back down to suck his cock  back to life and, in a few minutes, he had something for me to feel. I held it at my opening and dropped my weight to make it slither up into me. Mmm, such a lovely stuffed feeling! My hips and thighs went hydraulic, lifting and lowering my pink pocket on his piston and stirring him inside of me so that it would hit all the right spots. "Ohhhhhhh God, your cock, oohhhh shitttt," I incoherently mumbled while I romped on his dipstick. Coating his penetrator in my moisture, it juked in and out , in and out, oh fuck yes! I was a captive of the way the friction tantalized my nerve endings and the sensation of his warm, thick trenching tool slipping in and out of the middle of my body was just so delicious that it sent me into paroxysms of insanity, making me drag my nails against Dave's chest.

My hips shook, my big, round breasts swung, my mouth alternately opened and closed with each jarring impulse that reverberated through me until they  became so intense that I practically screamed when the orgasms coursed through me. I went on a quest for more and my vaginal walls continued to choke his cock in order to wring every bit of pleasure it could out of his flesh drill. Another big front of pleasure drifted through me and the same thing happened to Dave, who spewed his hot sauce into my cock pocket.

I fell off of him panting. He cradled my head in the crook of his arm while I waited for the fatigue to drain from my body. My system was drunk on the high of the endorphins the orgasms unleashed. "Oh my God, Dawn, that was as spectacular as you are." "Thanks sweety," I dreamily acknowledged. My pussy throbbed pleasantly from the stress it was subjected to.
]]> Thu, 23 Feb 2012 17:23:30 MST dandalk Supernatural Stories -2 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/372068/ http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/371531/ There were a couple of girls who were in the popular clique who were also on my school's volleyball team. So I began receiving invitations to the popular clique's parties. The first Friday of December, I went to one such affair along with Dustin, Ronnie, Lisa and Ryan and spent a couple of  desultory hours until I hooked up with the 22 year old older brother of the guy who was throwing the wing ding. We went upstairs to his younger brother's room and got busy. He knew I was a freshman but yet decided he wanted to fuck me anyway, power screwing me to several orgasms a little while after I had given him a blowjob. He was cute, so what the hell. The cops showed up not that long afterward to break the party up. So he dodged a little bit of a bullet there.

Denise and I spent a lot of Saturday together, including in bed. That night, I received a booty call from Lyle and he gave me a good sorting out and then slept over. When we woke up Sunday morning, we had sex again and then I made him breakfast before he went home. A couple hours after that, Dustin turned up and we whiled the day away together, including doing the old in and out. So suffice to say, me and my pussy had a busy weekend.

And oh, I also finally remembered to order a strap on online.

I spent Christmas Day with Lyle, first cooking dinner for us and then having him bone me into next week. God, what a good fuck he is! When we tired of the food and the sex, he curled me up in his arms and helped me sleep very peacefully. The next morning, after I made breakfast, he told me that he doesn't know what he misses more when I go home, the sex or the food. We took a shower together and he subsequently drilled me again before I departed. We did the same thing for New Year's Eve.

On occasion, Ryan and Lisa would come over and use a spare bedroom to have sex in or just get some privacy. The initial condition for me to allow that was to be permitted to see Lisa naked. Her locker was two rows down from me, so I had never seen her fully in the nude, just her tits at the sleepover. It was quite the nice sight.

Of course, Denise and I were still having sex every now and again and she hung around a lot with me at lunch at school. We would also go on occasional dates. She was great company and it was just fun to be out with her. She was able to spend the night with me a few times, too, which was nice.

One Tuesday in late January, I joined Ryan and his friends during lunch. However, Lisa wasn't there. I asked him what happened to her. He said he had put her on a two day suspension for arguing with hm when he said he wouldn't go shopping with her. I was so proud. I pulled him aside, praised him for what he did and remarked that she would complain to her girlfriends about it and try to look like a victim,  but her friends would think what he did was totally hot. I also told him that if she didn't go back to him Thursday, he should consider them broken up. However, if she apologized by the end of the suspension then he was to act like the argument never happened and not rub her face in how he punished her.

I pissed off to track Lisa down and had a conversation with her, too, telling her how guys operate and why it was necessary for Ryan, who had heeded my warning to keep his girlfriends on a short leash, to do what he did. "Look Lisa, I know you love it when he's in control. All girls do. But you have to recognize men for what they are or all you end up doing is exert stress on them, which leads to them getting rid of you. They basically want to eat, fuck, shit, piss and feel like the king of their domain and when they can't do those things they look elsewhere. Now go up to him Wednesday and apologize. Then stop overthinking and personalizing everything, love him for who he is and you'll be a lot happier, not to mention how much happier he'll be with you."

She still didn't get why he wouldn't go shopping with her and I had to explain it to her. "Lisa, guys aren't girls. They like the end result while we like the journey. They also don't like the way we guilt trip them when we ask them how something looks on us. That makes them feel like they have to hide the truth from you so that they can keep getting laid, which is really stressful on them and it makes us look, frankly, insane and narcissistic. So stop the craziness! Men are not girls and they don't care about the same shit. They're raised different from the way we are. If you want to find a guy who loves going shoppng with you get a gay friend."

The next day, Lisa went up to Ryan during lunch and apologized to him before giving him a hug and a kiss. Ryan took her hand and held it while he continued to talk with the rest of us. Then as we all walked home from school, he had his arm around her. "Hopefully Lisa learned something from all this and her future relationships will be better for it," I thought to myself.

I was walking with Ronnie's hand in mine and he banged me after we reached my place. A couple days after that, he began going out with a cute Jewish girl named Maya and he and I never did the horizontal bop again. So that more or less left me and Dustin as the only uncoupled people in our group and therefore, except for the times when I was rubbing pussies with Denise or being booty called by Lyle, he and I were more or less a couple without portfolio. That would end, too, though.

About a month later and with a new semester underway, I hooked Dustin up with a girl in my science class named Carla. She, like Dustin, was cute and nice but not exactly the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. Knowing that I was going to try to get them  together, I lectured Dustin on women and how to handle their needs and personalities before I introduced them. I did the same with her vis a vis men in hopes it would make the arc of their relationship flow smoother.

A new semester meant a new crop of boys who would get to know me in my classes as well as more male teachers to tease when the weather heated up. The first day of spring, March 21st, after I had been dressing mostly in turtlenecks and jeans over the winter, I walked into first period wearing a black leather bodycon dress and stiletto heels. Mr. Connors, when he saw me strut into the classroom, let out an involuntary, "woah!"  Everybody laughed, including me. The day after that, I donned a pink leather biker vest, white leather pants and pink knee high boots with spiked four inch heels (worn under the pants).

I had athletics for sixth period, which was devoted to physical conditioning for us volleyball players. We couldn't yet start to practice our sport as a team due to CIF rules, but we could weight train and run together. Denise skipped those workouts since she was going to graduate that semester and she wasn't really athletically skillled enough to play major college ball. Instead, she played softball with the regular PE classes that took place during that period. Afterward, we usually showered together and then we would go to my house, have sex and eat dinner. When she turned 18 in mid-April, though, she could begin going to the gay dance clubs and within a month got herself a real girlfriend. I was really happy for her.

The female basketball squad also worked out with us during that period. I hadn't known any of the basketball players at all because almost all of them were a year ahead of me or I didn't have any of them in my classes the previous semester. I also hadn't talked to them at any of the
parties I went to. I became pretty friendly with three or four of the girls on that team, including the two I knew to be lesbians. They were both juniors and had even been lovers at some point. They were femme, wearing long hair and very girly attire. One of the girls was actually a dyke, but her parents were big Christians and so her manner of dress was more of a defense mechanism than anything. I told her that if she had any trouble with her folks she could stay with me. That sucks, though, when a teenager has to be afraid of revealing their sexuality to his or her mom and dad. She wasn't even allowed to date boys, not that she would be interested, which turned out to be pretty funny and ironic.

How I found out they were gay was pretty simple: by the way they looked at me and the fact that once we got friendly they touched me a lot and fiddled with their hair. I saw that same look from Denise  I took the one girl, Mary, aside during our weight work and whispered to her that I knew she was a lesbian and that I was bisexual myself. Her eyes got real big. She denied it at first, but then when I approached the second girl, Missy, and said something similar to her and didn't do that with any of the others, they knew that I had sussed them out. Missy's parents were really liberal and probably wouldn't have cared if she came out of the closet, but she was afraid of somehow disappointing them. And then there was just the whole skeevy aspect to discussing your sex life with your folks.. So she didn't feel she was ready to tell them yet.

Anyway, Mary's mom was dumber than a box of rocks. She didn't want her daughter dating any boys until she was 18. Yet, once Mary had checked in at home after school, she would be allowed to stay out until 7 p.m. unsupervised, where she could do all the horrible stuff her parents imagined, like use the internet unimpeded (at her friends' house), have lesbian sex and even smoke a little weed every now and again. She wasn't allowed to have a cellphone because they didn't want her being tempted into sexting. The father worked 70 hours a week at a notoriously fascist company and was a crank politically. "He's just this side of mentally ill," Mary assessed. "Thank God he's not home that much."

Mary's virginity had long ago been claimed, except by Missy's strap on and not a teenage boy's penis. I wonder which one her parents would  prefer? They didn't allow Mary to wear pants, only skirts that went down to the middle of her calves. I offered to buy her more fashionable clothes that she could change into once she got to school, but she was afraid one of the evangelicals on campus would narc on her and she didn't need the headaches. The only reason they tolerated her being on the basketball team was because they figured it would siphon off some of her youthful energy that otherwise would be preoccupied by thoughts of boys and sex.

Both her and Missy took the bus home from school and lived right near the border of the district's boundaries. Once she said 'hi' to her mother and tossed her books into her bedroom, she would meet up with Missy and they took a regular bus to come to my house, where we hung out, had sex with each other and listened to satanic music like Deep Purple, Bruce Springsteen and Otis Redding.

Mary was tall, 5'9," and skinny at around 120 pounds with B cups. Her light brown hair hung down to her ass due to some pentecostal injunction against women cutting their hair. She had pretty average looks facially, had above average intelligence and was a little on the shy side that belied her tiger-like sexual enthusiasm. I also found out she was a great kisser and had a very sensitive and responsive clit. It could be that the repression in her household was being exorcized through her sexual ferocity.

That Saturday, I took Mary shopping at a mall in Costa Mesa, where nobody was likely to know her, and let her get things she actually wanted to wear. I hung her new togs up in the closet of a spare bedroom so she would have something to go out in public in now and not feel like such a geek. Mary also knew Denise, but was so afraid of having her true orientation being discovered  by hanging around with that tomboy that she decided to kind of shine Denise on. When Denise came to my house one afternoon and saw Mary, I could see the puzzlement on her face at what Mary was doing there. Denise knew about Missy, and had done the deed with her many times, but Missy didn't want to violate Mary's privacy, so she didn't spill the beans to Denise about Mary being gay..

One thing, though: my fondness for ridiculing religious nuts in no uncertain terms and my own chequered sexual history made me urge Mary to not be seen with me at school lest a bible pounding snitch send word back to her parents about being under my wicked spell. All this bullshit for the sake of a bunch of fairy tales. Amazing.

While all that was occurring, I met one of the tallest guys on our basketball team,  Dave Oliver, at a party one night and he asked me out. He was 6'4," which should tell you something about the lack of length on his squad. I let him now that I wasn't into having an exclusive relationship at that moment, but if I liked him we might still be able to to have some kind of intimate relationship. He was nonplussed by that response initially. So I told him that if he didn't want to go out with me now I would understand. He realized that he could have somebody to fuck without a lot of the hassles being with a girlfriend entails. It would also leave him a chance to pursue other poon, though he had to understand that I was going to sleep with other people, too (of both sexes, though he wouldn't know about me going for women).

He picked me up the following night. I asked him to first tell me where he was taking me. He said that he was going to take me to a chain restaurant and then to a movie. "Honey," I retorted, "I eat better food I make myself every night than what that restaurant makes. And I have kind of peculiar tastes, at least compared to most people, in movies. How about you take me to coffee shop, buy me a cup of tea and we can talk for a while and then go from there?"Considering that I was basically proposing to save him about $50, he knew that was an offer he couldn't refuse. He rejoindered that it was the first time a girl had asked him to not take her to dinner.

I explained my thinking to him: "First, Dave, getting to know somebody while you watch them eat is kinda awkward at best and it might even be a little bit gross to some people. Also, when you take someone to a movie, you can't really talk to them and that's not very good for fostering communication. If the movie sucks or it's something one or both of you turn out to not be interested in, it tends to color the mood you're in at the end of the night. Then you have the money you would have spent; you're hoping that you can get into her pants after you've spent whatever you've spent. That induces a lot of stress on both sides since access to her pussy becomes a kind of return on investment. So it's better if you simplify things to get the communication rolling and you're going to get further into developing the relationship that way than just doing the usual boilerplate bullshit. Finally, if you get a girl who is more interested in how much gets spent on her than the possibility of having you as a partner she's a whore, not girlfriend material. You kick the whores to the curb so you can find a girl who will be a good partner for you."

"Man, Dawn y,ou're a real different girl," he observed. "Yeah, I don't do herd animal very well," I riposted. "When I first saw you and thought about approaching you, I was wondering if maybe I was getting in over of my head. Usually chicks who look like you are a big pain in the ass." "The reason that chicks who look like I do are a pain in the ass is that guys let them get away with it. If guys start walking away from high maintenance cunts then they will slow their roll unless they want to be alone. Be a man, know when your dignity is being challenged and refuse to allow that bullshit to continue. We like guys to be leaders and leaders don't put up with anybody's bullshit."

"Why are you telling me this stuff? It's kinda weird to go on a date and get lectured about how to handle women." "Yeah, you're right. But guys have been cowed into accepting a certain state of affairs the last 30 years and they're made miserable because of it. And some of the shit women get away with now, as a woman, it's embarrassing. I mean, who elected them princesses? Yeah, a lot of you guys are no bargain, either. I mean, shit, this has to be the slobbiest generation of men ever! I see guys at school who just flat gross me out! But fuck, have some standards, guys! Don't take bullshit just because the other party has a vagina!"

"Okay, message received, Dawn. But let's say I  bring a girl here rather than to a decent restaurant, isn't she going to think I'm a cheapskate?"  "And you care what she thinks because why?" "Because I want her to like me." "Dave, on the street, what do you call a girl who demands you give her money for her time?" "A hooker." "And the difference between that girl who demands you spend money on her for her time and a hooker is what?" "Point taken." "And at least wiith the hooker, you know you're getting laid whereas regular women use their vaginas as bargaining chips from day one until; the day they die. People like to condemn prostitutes, but they're probably more honest about what they do than so called respectable women." "Yeah, I can see that. So what you're saying is make things simpler and don't put up with women's shit." "That's right. And when they start trying to fuck with you, you calmly but firmly tell them to knock it off and to act like a rational adult or you're walking. And if they do it again you leave and never come back. They will bitch to their girlfriends about how you booted them, but their girlfriends will find what you did oddly attractive because their current boyfriend is probably a pussy who is so afraid of losing access to her vagina that he allows her to walk all over him. And does she respect him for it? Fuck no. As soon as someone with a bigger dick or, more likely, a bigger wallet comes along the pussy will find himself out of doors so fast he won't know what hit him."

"You know, I gotta hand it to ya Dawn. Usually chicks endlessly yap yap yap about shit I don't care about. But you've taught me something i  can use." "Thanks, baby, I'm glad to be of use to somebody," I giggled. "I'm going to get something, Dave. You want anything?" "Nah, that's okay." "Dave, don't be a pussy. What do you want?" "i want a hot chocolate." "Okay baby. Be back in a minute."
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We all got up at 8 a.m., groomed ourselves, got dressed and ate breakfast. I flashed Denise before finally closing my bra, which made her laugh. She was 17 and had a car, so she drove a couple of the girls home and then we went to my place. Denise was very much a tomboy and my gaydar went off when I initially met her. She had short curly hair and usually wore jeans and longsleeve shirts. Staturewise, she was around 5'4" and 110 pounds with A cups. "Have you done that to any of the other girls?" I asked. "No.you  were so gorgeous that I just couldn't resist wanting another peek," she giggled. "Likely story," I snarked. "I also thought how hot it was that your game is so powerful." "Yeah, I had an inkling that you were a lesbian when I met you. But it wasn't any of my business, so I didn't push it. Anyway, you're pretty cute. Are you usually the top in the relationship?" "Yeah. I usually go for femme girls rather than dykes." "Well listen honey, I'm not into relationships at this moment. I just kind of like being a free agent. But you're welcome into my bed anytime." "Great!" she smiled. She asked me what it was like to have a penis inside of me and what I got out of being with boys because guys had never really excited her. She was out to her parents in middle school, though it was her mom who approached her about it.

"Well sweety, do you want to go upstairs to bed?" I invited. She agreed and I led her by the hand up there. "Where are your parents?" she inquired. "They don't live with me." "So you live alone?" 'Yeah, but don't tell anybody," I implored. She assured me she wouldn't and we settled into my bed, with her on my right. I turned on to my side and snuggled up against her. She put her arm around my shoulders and our lips made contact, the softness of the pecks feeling emotionally sweet. She pushed me on to my back and straddled me, pulling my tank top up to my neck and separating the clasp off my bra to see my tits. She placed both hands on those boobs and leaned over and resumed kissing me, her fingers flicking and rubbing my nipples. She gently tugged on my milk ducts with her fingertips for a couple of minutes and then moved her head into my cleavage, kissing and sucking on my sternum before sliding over to my left nipple, where she distended it very pleasurably by suckling it.

I yanked on the back of her shirt several times to get it out of her jeans and ran my hands underneath it to unsnap her bra while my eyes remained closed to focus on the sensations she was generating inside me.  She sat up and unbuttoned that shirt and tossed it on the floor before also shed her bra, exhibiting her very cute bite sized bazooms. I fondled them and told her how beautiful they were. She rubbed them against my headlights when she kissed me again, her little nipples bumping mine. She pulled away to peel my pants off of me and subsequently added my panties to the pile of abandoned clothing, too, rendering me naked. "Fuck Dawn, you're even more gorgeous than I imagined!!" she burbled.

Denise then did away with the garments that were concealing her hips, crotch and legs. She had a cute little curly bush that was the same color as the hair on her head. She rearranged herself so that we were in a 69 position and we set about pleasing each other with our mouths and tongues, my licker trailing up and down her vertical smile to sample the flavor of her wetness. It eventually slithered down to her clit, where I attempted to dart my tongue at it and then suck it. My tongue forced its way into her inner clit under her labia and she enjoyed that a lot, as she started panting while I was writhing from the tongue strikes against my own nubbin. I kept flipping my tongue at her clit and then tracing a trail  around the hood and pressing against it. She was doing an equally enthusiastic job on mine and we were both definitely getting there, each of us panting pleasurably at our ministrations.

I forced Denise on to her back and slipped down toward the end of the bed and dove in to her moist slot before replacing my tongue with my fingers and vacuum sealing her clit wit my lips. I strummed her g spot and, slid my tongue all over the good spots and mixed in some sucking action. She was back at the tipping point both vaginally and clitorally. She took a deep breath like she had the wind knocked out of her and expelled an equally large volume of air. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!!" she testified as the rush of sensations tore through her like a prairie fire on a breezy day.

She scooted her body toward the headboard to get away from my mouth and fingers while directing me to lay down on my back. She slid in between my legs and docked her cunt on mine. We rocked and pumped our hips, her pubic hair tickling my barren groin as we mutually stimulated our clits, my breasts bouncing and swinging, which I'm sure was a very seductive sight for Denise. Her slim body and darling little tits was pretty hot for me, too, and up, up, up the heat within us rose until the waves of pleasure broke on our shores and flooded our senses with endorphins.

"Do you have a strap on, Dawn?" Denise asked with a wicked smile. "No, but if you want a penis I can get one here in about five minutes," I laughed. "I guess the next time I see you I'll have to bring mine," she rejoindered, giggling. We cuddled each other for a while. It was now getting to be almost noon. My cellphone rang. It was Ryan. "Hey babe, how was your sleepover?" "It was fun, sweety. What are you doing right now?" "Just vegging. You want to come over?" "Yeah, I do. I have some good news for you, too." "What's that?" "I'll tell you when I get there. I'm going to bring one of my teammates with me. Is that okay?" "No prob. See ya in a few." "Bye honey!"

Denise and I dressed and went over to Ryan's. "Oh, hey Denise! How are ya babe?" "Good, Ryan. How about you?" "Not too shabby." "You guys know each other?" "Yeah, she's in one of my classes. So what's the good news, Dawn?" We sat down on the livingroom couch. "Well you know Lisa James? She totally wants to get with you," I giggled. "Yeah, I've caught her staring at me occasionally, but she's never tried to talk to me, so I didn't know for sure if she was into me." "She has pretty awful musical taste, though, sweety. "Yeah, most girls do," Ryan acknowledged. "But she's pretty cute. Thanks for the hook up, Dawn." "No biggie, baby. We can talk more about it later." "Cool."

"So what's the deal with you guys?" Denise wanted to know. "We're good friends and fuck buddies, basically," I told her. "Yeah. We're into some of the same kind of music and she's really chill, so even if we weren't bumpin' uglies, we would still be friends. Actually Denise, it's too bad you're gay because you're pretty cool, too. I wish you were straight so I could take you out." "So you knew she was a lesbian?" "Duhhhhhh. Unless you're a complete dumbass it's pretty obvious, don't you think?" "I don't think it's THAT obvious. There are tomboys who are straight." "Whatever. Come over and say 'hey' at school sometime, Denise." "I will, Ryan. Thanks."

Ryan took us up to his bedroom. While he looked for a cd to put on, I sat up against the headboard in his bed and had Denise park herself next to me. I put a pillow between my legs and had Ryan lay his head on it. The cd was Between the Buried and Me's "The Great Misdirect." Denise wrapped her arms around my hips and leaned her head on  my shoulder. We aimlessly chatted for a few hours and then we went over to my house, where I made them and me dinner. Denise returned home and Ryan spent the night in my bed. I also talked to him about handling Lisa and what part of her attraction to him likely was, that because he was able to sleep with me he didn't seem desperate to get with anyone. I also impressed on him that if he and Lisa became a couple he and I could no longer sleep together.

Monday, at practice, I hipped Lisa to the fact that Ryan was interested. She was stoked. I told her to just go up to him after the class she had with him and complete the hookup. She did so Tuesday and they were holding hands at lunch when I joined them, Ronnie and Dustin. We had an away game that night and, after annihilating our opponent, I talked to her on the way back about how to not be a pain in the ass to Ryan.

We won our conference's title and I was named both league and county Player of the Year. To get a little ahead of the story, though, we buzzsawed through the county tournament, but got our clocks cleaned by the representative for the L.A. region during the state tournament. They had players who were bigger and just as strong as I was, except more of them. Thus, we got some of our own medicine, having done to us what we did to our local rivals. We went into the loser's bracket and trounced our second opponent of the tournament, but then lost the match after that in five games and were sent home. If you're realistic about your abilities, this result was perfectly predictable. I didn't like losing because, who does, but that's life.
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We went over to my house at four so that I could make everybody an early dinner. "Seriously, Dawn, you gotta teach my mom to cook," Ronnie flattered. I laughed that off as hyperbole, but it was a nice ego stroke. Jackson joked that he was going to start hanging around us more for the free food. "Don't you get that at home?" I snarked back.

Monday, I decided to have some fun with Mr. Keltner. When the five minute bell rang before first period, I went into the bathroom nearest the classroom and removed my bra. I was wearing a white blouse that I had tied off just above my navel. I knew that he early morning bright sunlight that shone through the windows would make my blouse a little bit transparent. Pretty much all the boys had their eyes riveted on my chest, so I knew they were getting an eyeful of something. Mr. Keltner roamed up and down my aisle a few times over the course of my class to get a peek and there was an obvious protrusion in his trousers because of it. It also didn't help him that my nipples had become erect from rubbing against the material of my top.

When class was over, I went up to him with my notebook in hand and touched him with my left arm as I feigned attempting to make sure I had the right information for the homework assignment. He looked right into my top and couldn't keep a straight train of thought. I slowly swung my hips as I ambled out of the room and went back to the bathroom to put my bra back on.

Monday, I went food shopping and got picked up by this guy in his 40's barely before I had a chance to pick anything up. He said his name was Lyle. When he asked me what I did, I just said I was a student, which was at least a half truth. He was cute, even with the obvious signs of age, including gray in his hair, smart and had a good sense of humor. I figured it would be a nice time. So I got into his car and we went back to his place a few blocks away, probably a mile from my house or thereabouts. We sat on his couch in his livingroom and then he began making his move, gradually moving his head closer to my face. There was a moment when we locked eyes and then I closed mine and he kissed me. He untied and unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and his eyes widened as the girls made themselves known. He resumed kissing me while he had himself a good grope of my mammaries. He requested that we go to bed and I assented to that. We undressed. "Fuck Dawn, you have one amazing body!" he evaluated. I thanked him and we dropped ourselves into bed. Not a bad body for his vintage. His mouth jumped to my nipples and his righthand did a nice job rubbing my clit while I stroked his thick 7.5 inch dick, putting me very much in the mood to get banged.

He initially straddled me after grabbing a condom. He rolled it on even though I asked him to not use one. He grasped his pole and aimed it at my hole, scoring one shot, one kill, as I felt his sheathed battering ram invade me. My feet were on the bed but with my knees up and wide open as he started thrusting it in and out of me. "Fuck Lyle, your cock feels great!" I praised because, well, it did! He got up a head of steam and my vagina was enjoying what he was dishing out a lot! "Oh fuck Lyle, God, don't stop baby, shit!" I sighed as his fuck stick guided me up the mountainside of pleasure. "Oh shit,  oh shit,  oh my God!" I yelped and then I felt an avalanche of sensations as I came as hard as I ever had in any transformation as a girl  When my orgasm subsided, he backed off to a slow, steady pace. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he chuckled. I giggled, but then he began pushing my ardor upward again and, not long after that, I was cumming intensely again, leaving long scratches in Lyle's back. He pulled out of me and had me get on my hands and knees. I rested my head on the bed as I felt his manhood connecting with my sex again and then a deeper penetration while he rammed me. I urgently begged him  to go harder and faster and I was soon there again, my nails clutching the bed sheets. The orgasms after that came in bunches, no pun intended, and fuck he lasted a while! By the time he had soiled his rubber, I was exhausted from how the orgasms had sapped my energy.

"Jesus Dawn, you're really orgasmic!" he chirped brightly. "Fuck Lyle, not too many guys last as long as you did. Usually, I blow the guy before he fucks me so that it dulls his sensitivity. But you held off even without that," I observed. "Well, I try," he said modestly. "Hey, you want to spend the night?" he wondered. "Sorry honey, but I have to go to school in the morning. "What college are you going to?" "I go to Newport Peninsula High. I'm a freshman." He went white. "You're 14 or 15?" he asked. "14, yeah." "Fuck, I'm sorry. I thought you were like 22 or something. "Lyle, don't worry about it. You're not going to have cops breaking down your door anytime soon. If anyone  asks me about you, I'll just deny it." "What about your parents?" "I'm emancipated. Relax honey!"

"However, there is something you could do for me if you wouldn't mind." "What's that? "Well, one of my hobbies is gourmet cooking. However, a lot of recipes require alcohol and I'm frustrated that I can't buy it. Could you do that for me? I'll give you the money. Hell, I'll make you a whiskey barbecue chicken that will make your senses go wacky," I claimed. I think he believed that he had better do what I wanted so that I didn't get mad at him. "Okay, what do you need?" I got up, still naked, just to keep his male brain short circuited. "I found a piece of paper and a pen. The list was:  two cases of Heinekin in bottles, a case each of good red and white wines, two quarts of Jack Daniels, two fifths each of Stoly vodka and Bacardi rum, three fifths of Jose Cuervo tequila, a large bottle of kaluha, grenadine, a fifth of Courvoisier, half a dozen magnums of champagne, a large bottle of sake."

"Shit, that's a lot of booze. Are you sure this isn't for you and your friends to drink?" "I don't really drink, Lyle. Besides, if I give this stuff to my friends and something  happened, then I'm just as liable as you are. Somehow, being sued for millions of dollars and being jailed for negligent homicide or worse has no appeal for me." "Okay, but please don't do anything stupid with it," he pleaded. "Don 't worry, sweety. Now can I see you again sometime?" "I'll get you the liquor, Dawn, but I don't know about us having sex again." "Well, do what's right for you sweety, but if you're ever in the mood to see me again, here's my number," I scribbled my number for him as well as my address and directions to my house. I gave him money for the alcohol. He took me home and then he dropped the beer, wine and spirits off at my house later that night.

What I told Lyle was only a half truth. I wasn't going to give the liquor to my friends other than as part of a meal. The beer and wine I would mostly use for either making meals or to accompany them. But I wasn't going to be staging parties. Too much could go wrong.

Oh, and Lyle? He phoned me a few days later. We did the wild thing again, this time at my house and yes, I made him that whiskey barbecue chicken. He loved it. The sex was fabulous and he ate my pussy real good, too. I guess he just couldn't resist good pussy

Over the next few weeks, except for the last couple days of September and four or five days into October, when I was on my period, I was hanging out with Ryan and his friends during and after school or being booty called by Lyle. However, as people got to know me and realized that I wasn't stuck up, I began to get asked out to dances. I turned them down, saying that I sucked at dancing. But if they wanted to ask me out on more conventional dates I would certainly entertain the idea. The only trouble was that 14 year olds don't have cars or  money.

In mid-October, in my gym class, we switched sports from basketball to volleyball. Of course, I overpowered everybody. The very first time I spiked the ball, it struck a girl flush in the face and broke her nose. After a couple days, as soon as I cocked my arm to hammer the ball, the girls on the other side would run for cover. They also couldn't handle my jump serves. Monday of the following week, I got called into the athletics office and was asked to workout with my school's volleyball team, which was floundering., having split their first four matches. Again, my first spike during my initial practice with them caused a girl on the other side some pain when she tried to set it. It was pretty evident that this team just wasn't very good from the standpoint of athletic ability, even for teenage females. In fact, coach Shirley Montalvo sidelined me only about half an hour into the workout because she was afraid I would injure the rest of the players. So I was told I was on the team at the end of the practice, but I still needed to learn our plays, such as they were. Unfortunately, that meant somebody was cut from the squad to make room for me, which made me feel a little guilty.

Fortunately for us, our next match was against the worst team in our conference and we skunked them 15-0 15-0. The league was mostly populated by white and hispanic girls. The following Tuesday, we encountered the team that was in second place in our conference and they just couldn't handle me, as I rang up kill after kill, and we creamed them 15-4 and 15-6. Then we faced off against the first place team and they couldn't stop me, either, and we won going away. However, again, none of these teams were very athletic by national, let alone world, standards and the better female athletes at our school tended to gravitate to basketball and softball. I suspected that was the case with the rest of the clubs in our league.

That win put us in a tie for first and one of the girls decided to celebrate by holding a sleepover. At first, it was a dreadful bore, especially since I could have been in Ryan's bed getting fucked or at least cuddled. We mostly sat around listening to shit like Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber (which just about made me homicidal), Katy Perry (ditto) and Coldplay (ditto to the third power). "Don't you have anything heavier?" I grumbled. "No offense, but you're playing music to vacuum by," I asserted. "No wonder you guys often play so ponderously," I chided. "We don't really like heavy metal, Dawn," my teammate Rachel Dorowski, advocated. "When you're in the middle of a match, do you really have Katy Perry in your head? I have Children of Bodom, Iron Maiden and Accept going through mine and it gets me jacked to kill on the court. I don't just want to dominate, I want to destroy." "I've never heard of any of those bands," Tracy Filippo revealed. I asked the girl who was throwing the sleepover, Sue Valle, to bring me her laptop. She fetched it and  handed it to me. I went to You Tube and played CoB's "We're Not Gonna Fall" and then Accept's "Fast as a Shark," "Judas Priest's "Hell Bent for Leather" and Metallica's "Seek and Destroy." "Now THAT is music to get you up!" I celebrated. They had expressions on their faces like they had just seen a shit sandwich on their dinner table. "Here is how I feel when I step on to the court," I declared, treating them to Anthrax' "I am the Law." "Sorry, Dawn, I don't think we're going to agree here," Tracy posited. "Okay Tracy, but you're only going to go so far with such a passive outlook."

The conversation moved on and the rest of the girls wanted to see my breasts. I complied, unbuttoning my pajama top and bra and bringing the twins out to play. "Okay girls, you have to show me yours, now," I needled. They all giggled as they pulled their shirts or tops up. Their tits ran the gamut from AA cups all the way to one D. "How can you jump like you do with such huge boobs?" Stacy Cardin queried. I laughed and attributed it to having well developed leg muscles. "You're so lucky, Dawn. All the guys in school want to be with you," Rachel complimented. "That's only because they haven't met me yet," I giggled. "Seriously, you guys are better for most of those boys because I'm a lot to handle," I modestly played off. "Have you slept with any of the guys you hang out with?" Donna Slaughter interrogated. "Yeah, all three of them." "No way!" a couple of my teammates echoed. "How were they?" "Oh, they're all really good. They all have nice cocks, too," I lasciviously informed them. "Ryan's so cute," Lisa James blurted. "Do you think he would like me?" "I don't know, Lisa. It's  hard to say for sure. Do you want me to tell him for you?" She giggled and, in a little voice, pleaded, "can you?" "The only thing is, Lisa, he has kind of a low tolerance for bullshit. If you're going to go into it with the mindset that you're going to change him or improve him he'll just tell you to get lost. He's also a stone metalhead.  The best way to handle him is to just be his friend and give him some space rather than getting into the whole power struggle thing too many relationships degenerate into. He doesn't like his mom telling him what to do and he definitely won't take it from  you." "Great!" she smiled.

I asked her how many guys she slept with and that led to a discussion within the group of their sexual experiences. Half the squad claimed they were virgins and I would later find out why that is for one of them. Most of them, though, had given blowjobs and handjobs and they didn't like the taste of cum very much.
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Tuesday, I walked home with my friends holding Dustin's hand. Like I did with Ronnie, I invited him to my house after dinner. Dustin was the heaviest of the three friends and his midsection was a tad on the doughy side, but he was as tall as Ronnie at around 5'11" and decent looking enough. He was slightly less cocksure than Ronnie or Ryan and there was something kinda cute about that. It wasn't that Ryan or Ronnie were cocky or arrogant, but they just had more confidence in themselves than Dustin did.

When he came over, I greeted him at the door and let him in. I hugged him as we stood in my foyer. "How about a kiss, sweety," I pleaded and he somewhat bashfully complied. We climbed the stairs to my bedroom and I suggested we have a shower together. We stripped and I ran the warm, soothing water. We stepped into the glass enclosed stall. I told him to remain still while I washed his face and lathered his body up with soap, scrubbed it and rinsed it off. He was as hard as proverbial stone. I had him do the same for me and I held his hand on my boobs to encourage him to soap them up good. He scrubbed me from stem to stern, including my pussy and ass, before we each washed our own hair. Once we had flushed the shampoo off of our heads, we hugged and kissed for a few minutes as the water cascaded over us. I folded my knees under me and took his erect dick in my righthand. Dustin stroked the back of my head as my mouth pulled his pole between my lips. He emitted a long, sonorous sigh when his brain registered the compression of my lips on his penis. As they coasted over his turgid dangler, the stall reverberated with his moans, my head moving steadily back and forth to propel my mouth over his fuck stick. "Oh shit shit shit," he shivered intensely and quickly as the pleasure rippled through his nervous system.

His breathing took on a more serrated edge to it as he crept toward climax. This signaled to me that it was go time and I slammed my mouth over his swelling dick until he shouted that he was going to cum and subsequently dispensed his manjam into my yapper. He was tHen treated to the sight of it puddling on my tongue and being channeled into my tummy. "Damn, Dawn, you're so  hot," he feted.

We toweled off and, naked, romped into my bed. He beheld my caramel shaded form, especially my huge tits, and we kissed, our exposed skin rubbing up against the other's. I felt for his whammer jammer and played with it as he fondled my breasts and sucked on the firm, pink nipples that topped them. When he was hard again, I straddled him and dropped my hips so that his flesh torpedo could bore through the ocean of wetness inside me. I undulated and circled those hips to stir his thunderstick within me, the caress of my vaginal walls provoking him to moan and rasp. My pussy shook, rattled and rolled his johnson over and over and the building heat in my increasingly marshy cunt disseminated throughout my body and buckled it into a series of pants, screams and whimpers, me throatily declaring how I was peaking. Five minutes later, I experienced the same broiling river of pleasure thanks to his hard thrusting and the sensations just kept coming until he creamed my pussy. I stood up over him and let him watch his cum drip out of me before I got a hold of some tissues to clean us both off.

He cuddled me for a few minutes and then I advocated the same emphasis on defending his relationship with his friends that I gave Ronnie and Ryan. Dustin understood where I came from on this and thanked me for telling it like it is. We talked about other things for a while after that and then he boinked me again, gratefully catapulting his spunk into some orifice of mine for the third time that night.

Wednesday, I went to school in a white halter top with a plunging neckline, white low rise jeans and white heels. The top was such that I couldn't really wear a bra with it, so it showed quite a bit of cleavage. While I walked to school with Ryan's right arm around me, he was peering into my top, as was just about every other guy I met that day. Mr. Keltner had a long look, too, as he walked through the classroom while imparting his knowledge to us. There was a real obvious boner in his pants and some of the girls giggled when they saw it.

I had Ryan visit me that night and permitted him to jackhammer his rhythm stick in and out of me until he drained his inner tension into my gash. "So do you like being able to fuck a different guy every night?" he asked somewhat resentfully. "Oh yeah," I grinned. "Why are you doing it?" he wondered. "Because I can," I riposted.  "Look at it this way, Ryan: if you could fuck any chick you wanted without any consequences you would do it in a heartbeat, right?" "Yeah,"  he reluctantly admitted. "There are bikers who like to say that they have such good friends that they can piss on each other. Well, you should be such good friends with Ronnie and Dustin that you can all fuck the same chick and still be buddies. Also, you should like me enough to still respect me even though I'm letting the three of you screw me. I'm just tryirg to have some fun in my life," I taught. "Besides, you being seen with somebody as hot as I am makes more women interested in you because they figure you must really have something going on to attract a girl like me." I then told him how to game his being with me to hoodwink other females into getting with him. Women are so competitive with each other that if they think they are stealing a guy from a hotter chick they feel better about themselves. "That's really fucked up," he critiqued. 'Yeah, but it's the way women think and you have to live in the real world," I rejoindered.

Make no mistake, either, a lot of girls on campus were not happy with my presence. Their boyfriend's eyes would instinctively follow me as I walked through the grounds. I waved to one guy who was in one of my classes and his main squeeze punched him in the arm when he waved back. Women are totally insane about this shit.

Friday night, Ryan's mom left to spend another weekend with her wealthy boyfriend. After they left, I brought Ryan, Dustin and Ronnie over to my house, where I made a real dinner for them. I didn't allow any pot in the house  We watched another Angels game on my big screen tv in the living room. I sat between Ronnie and Dustin and shared occasional kisses with both of them over the course of the contest. When they had to leave, Ryan and I showered together and had sex before we fell asleep with him cuddling me.

I made him breakfast the next morning and then Ronnie and Dustin came over around 10 a.m. We listened to music and I made them lunch. I then went up stairs to change clothes and came down with a boom box in hand. Remembering something that happened during my transformation when I was Misty, I arranged three of my dining room chairs in a semicircle and had the boys sit in them. I was in a white one piece mini dress and black stripper heels. I put the boom box on my coffee table and hit the "play" button, whereupon the Big Head Todd and the Monsters version of John Lee Hooker's "Boom Boom" began to blast out of the speakers. I started to shimmy and shake and pose and preen and then when the main section of the tune kicked in, I slipped the dress off and flung it at Ryan, who was on the other side of the semiccircle, revealing the fact that I had been otherwise attired in just a black strap harness outfit that both framed my breasts and exposed my nipples. I leaned over Ronnie and planted a hard kiss on his lips and then swung my boobies in front of his face as I leaned my hands against the back of his chair. I pulled his mouth to my right nipple and whipped my head back as he sucked on it to enjoy the sensation. I turned around, straddled him, shook my ass and encouraged him to plant a couple of hard slaps on it, which he did. Then I sat my exposed cheeks into his lap and ground them against his cock through his jeans. I grabbed his hands and had him feel my sweater puppets. I  thrust one of his hands underneath the thong part of the harness so he could grope my warm, moist pussy while I kept on dry humping his dick.

When the song ended and ZZ Top's "La Grange" came on, I went to the center of the semicircle again during the intro, made faces and struck more poses. When they launched into the main rhythm pattern, I sashayed over to Dustin and did the same things I did for Ronnie, except tthat instead of grinding on him with my back turned to him, I straddled him and rubbed my pussy against his crotch through his pants. The tune ended and Whitesnake's "Slide it In" came on. I moved on over in front of Ryan and also shoved his head into my right breast and had him suckle my milk duct. I backed away and commenced pulling the harness off. I turned my back to him and bent over as I began pushing the harness bottoms to the floor over my heels. I undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles, his stiff cock popping out of them. I grabbed his dick and lowered my pussy on to it, grinding my clit against his pubic bone while he sucked my nipples. I moaned into his ear as his little monster vibrated inside me due to the fluctuations of my vaginal muscles. Both of us had our eyes closed while I rocked my hips with as much energy as I could muster.

The song finished and on came Tata Young's "Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me." I pulled myself off of Ryan and strolled over to Dustin, pulled his pants off and mounted him, driving my hips back and forth while I felt every inch he had to give, both of us moaning in each other's ears. His schvanz was being spoiled by my indulgent cunt. Marlyn Manson's "Beautiful People" succeeded that track and I stomped over to Ronnie and yanked his shorts off and climbed aboard, treating him to the firm embrace of my groin's innards, with me circling my hips and then grinding my clit against him. Lil' Kim's "Suck My Dick" piggybacked on that and I went back to Dustin. I  bent over in front of him and encouraged him to screw me, which he did until he trashed my twat with his penile thrashing about and cum spurting. He also made me climax a couple of times. Then I kneeled on the floor and had Ronnie and Ryan double team me, Ronnie in my mouth and Ryan in my slit. Ronnie skullfucked me while Ryan relentlessly drilled my sex. He brought me to an orgasm that was silenced by Ronnie's flesh spike in my mouth and then loaded me up with more sperm. Dustin slid into me just as Ronnie was dumping his freight on to my tongue. I told him to fuck me hard and he did, spanking me firmly, too. I had two more orgasms before he finally erupted into me. Both Ronnie and Ryan were erect again by that time and Ronnie plunged his weapon into my willing sperm catcher while Ryan reamed my lips with his kielbasa and all three of us got off, me several times.

When they were finished, I hurried off to the bathroom to get some tissues to wipe the mess that my vagina and thighs had become and to sop up the cum that had leaked on to my rug. I tossed the tissues in the garbage and put on some panties so that I wouldn't drip on my furniture. The rest of me remained nude and I gave each of the boys a couple more blowjobs a piece before they left for dinner. I cooked dinner for Ryan and, when we were through, we went upstairs to have sex. We watched some tv after that and later fell asleep.
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It wasn't like nobody noticed Mr. Keltner being captivated by my looks. During my third period history class, this guy named Gilbert, who was also in my first period class, asked me how I liked having Mr. Keltner perv my body. He said this even as I could see his eyes wandering over it, too. My only reply was an immodest, "it's not like he's the only one who's done that." "Well, you are pretty hot," he complimented me as if I would suddenly swoon and want him to fuck me. "Thanks sweety," I blandly answered.

This was after I had been in my gym class and noticed a lot of the other girls were checking me out, too, while I was in the shower. I pondered how many of them might have been gay or bi and wanted to bed me. I smiled back at some of them and they averted their eyes in embarrassment. Thinking about all those slim, young bodies in and out of the shower provoked me to furirously frig my clit the night that night.

My fifth period algebra teacher, Mrs. Brannon, actually rolled her eyes when she saw me enter her classroom (I also had on a pair of dark wrap around shades). She was short and in her late 40's with not a lot on her chest and was probably jealous.

Thursday, I completely changed it up with a pair of straight leg jeans, black pumps and a Children of Bodom t-shirt. This made me seem less intiimidating and more guys in my classes tried to talk to me and often used the band on the shirt as a jumping off point to open a conversation with me.

Friday, though, I was back in school with a red leather zip up top that went down to just above my navel with a v neck in it. I rolled the zipper in the front that held it together up only so far as I could show part of my boobs without getting arrested. With that was a pair of red leather pants and white boots I wore under the pants with a skinny white belt. "How come you dress like that?" a girl in my fourth period class complained. "Because it's good to look hot," I smiled in a snarky manner.

During lunch, seeing me sitting alone, one of the metal head kids who was in my sixth period world history class, Ryan Clemens, invited me over to join him and his buddies. They all immediately tried to look down my top. I acted like I didn't notice. Instead, I peeked at their crotches and they were all sporting bigtime wood. They debated whether or not I was the hottest girl in school and actually devised a rating system, calling it, "The Dawn Scale," with one being epic fugly and ten being me. It was their subterfuge to appeal to my vanity and make me like them more. Sorry guys, it doesn't work that way. They also said, "we knew you were cool when you wore that Bodom shirt."

When school let out after sixth period, I walked home with them. They live several blocks from my house, so I trekked the last part of my return trip by myself. I gave Ryan my phone number and, after I had eaten dinner, he called me. "Hey Dawn, what's up?" "I just got through eating, sweety," I retorted. "You wanna come over and hang with us? My mom's spending the weekend with her boyfriend, so we can party a little." "Sounds cool, Ryan. I'll be over in a little bit." "Sweet! Later." "Bye."  

I donned a pair  of jean shorts, a Motorhead t-shirt and flip flops and padded my way over to Ryan's place. When I arrived, he put on a Lamb of God record and his friend Ronnie lit a joint and passed it to me. I relayed it to the other pal, Dustin without taking a toke on it. They were fine with me doing that. "You guys want a pizza?" I asked. 'If you're buying!!" Ryan laughed. I was, so I called it in and 40 minutes later we were chowing down on it. We spent the next few hours talking to, and razzing, each other. None of them made a definitive pass at me other than the occasional compliment. I went home a little after midnight.

Saturday morning, we all went to the beach. I asked Ryan to rub sunscreen on me and then I did the same thing for him and the other boys, too, which put everybody in a friendly mood. I was sporting a white bandeau top and very skimpy bottoms. After about an hour of sunning ourselves and chatting, I declared I was going to get some munchies. Ryan said he'd go with me and, as we reached the sidewalk, he put his arm around me. "So you're claiming me?" I giggled.  "I guess you can put it that way,"  he smiled. I slid my arm around his hip. "Hey look baby," I said in my kindest possible voice, "I'm not into being in a relationship right now, but if you want to hug me, kiss me, hold my hand or cuddle me, I'm cool with that. Everybody can use a hug or a kiss once in a while," I burbled. "Sweet!" he replied, interlacing his fingers with mine as we entered the convenience store. I made my choices, paid for them and circled back to our towels, where I handed everybody what they wanted.

Ryan was tall and slim with short brown hair and a cute face, though not one that would make him what you would think of as a lady killer. But he and his friends were nice guys and so I was already feeling comfortable with them. Their relationship with each other reminded me of the one I had with my buddies back when I was a teenage male. I didn't want to come between them because it was obvious that the other two liked me as well given how they were looking at me.

The water was too cold to go swimming in even in high 80's weather, so we went home after three hours. Ryan held my hand as we walked the two miles to his house. Guys in passing cars were catcalling me and, I'm sure, Ryan got a big ego stroke being seen with me. We went up to his bedroom and he put on a System of a Down cd then we all sat on the floor. I swiveled my body around and dropped my head into Ronnie's lap while I propped my feet  on Ryan's left knee. "Are you comfortable, Dawn?" Ronnie cracked. "Definitely"  I grinned. Ronnie seemed unsure of what he should do with his hands, so I took them in mine and held them just under my breasts. Ryan ran his hands up and down my smooth, toned legs over and over while we sat there joking around. Ronnie withdrew his hands from mine and began stroking both of my cheeks with them, which felt good. I let out a simulated "purring" noise to show my approval. So that he wouldn't feel left out, I used my left foot to stroke Dustin's shin. That elevated his mood quite a bit. The cd ended, but Ryan didn't move to replace it or put it away.

"Would you guys mind if I made you dinner tonight? I inquired. "Wow, a homecooked meal on a weekend, what a concept!" Ryan ruefully cracked. I asked Ryan if it was okay to check his fridge and his pantry to see what was there and then I could plan accordingly. He urged me to go for it. There was plenty enough there. His mother had some chicken breasts, so I announced that I would grill them with a honey mustard sauce I was going to concoct and steam and butter some zucchini along with it. Ronnie and Dustin used Ryan's cellphone to call home and tell their parents they were going to eat over at Ryan's. "Fuck man, way hot chick cooking for you for the win!" Ryan enthused.

When I sat down again, this time I had my head in Dustin's lap. I asked Ryan if he had any Led Zeppelin or Black Sabbath. He had the latter's "Paranoid" album, so on the cd player that went. When it was finished, I went out and prepared dinner. They said it was awesome and it was all gone in no time. "You should teach my mom how to cook this," Ryan  hoped. "Or you could learn to do it yourself," I slyly countered. "Nah, too much of a hassle," he excused. As we sat in the dining room, I had my lefthand on Ryan's thigh while I played footsie with Ronnie, who was seated directly across from me.

We moved to the livingroom and Ryan turned on an Angels game. Toward the end of it, both Ronnie and Dustin had to leave. I gave both of them a hug and a kiss on the lips. Almost as soon as he closed the door, Ryan asked me to spend the night with him. "Hello mom? Can I spend the night with a boy I barely know tonight?" I play acted. I grabbed his lefthand and drargged him back to the couch.

"Look sweety, here's the thing: it's pretty obvious that both of your friends want to go out with me, too. I definitely don't want to screw your guys' friendship up by causing a lot of jealousy. Girls will come and go, but whatever you do, you got to protect your friendship with your buddies. That's why I was kinda giving everybody equal time today, at least as much as I could. And I'm going to see other guys from time to time, too. So don't get possessive and fuck up your relationship with Ronnie and Dustin. They'll have your back like no girl ever will." "You're so cool, Dawn," he reacted. "Thanks honey. Now how about you give me a kiss?"

He was all over that and, by extension, all over me. We shifted into full makeout mode and I felt him unhooking the back of my bikini top. He insinuated his lefthand under it and gently groped my right boob. He had to one rager of a hard on at that moment and, as a mission of mercy, I unzipped his pants and undid his pants to free his little soldier. I positioned his cock against my palm and enclosed my fingers around it. As my nipples stiffened under his hand, my hand vertically pumped his dick. "Oh fuck,  that feels killer!!" Ryan exalted. We continued our lip locking exercise and his breathing rapidly accelerated. I pushed his hand away from me and my mouth quickly concealed his prong from sight, my lips urgently pressing on his engorged shaft. I bobbed my head speedily only a few times before he cannonaded his jism into my mouth after a day long build up, which is why he detonated so quickly and profusely.. I raised my head, displayed his reward for me and then dispatched it into my stomach with a gulp. "Holy shit, that was epic!" he celebrated.

"Unfortunately sweety, I have to get going," I informed him. "That sucks," he pouted. "Yeah, it totally does. I had so much fun today, Ryan. Thanks for inviting me along." "Thanks for coming  Can you come over tomorrow?" "That would be awesome," I chirped. I put my top back on, hugged and kissed him and went home.

Sunday, after I ate breakfast, I slipped on a pair of black booty shorts, a black bra top and a black tank top plus a pair of flats and  went to the supermarket to restock my fridge. Once I returned home, I took  the tank top off, strapped on a pair of black four inch heels and headed over to Ryan's. The top barely extended enough to cover my nipples, so when Ryan answered the door, his eyes just about exploded out of his head. The same was true of Ronnie and Dustin as they waited for us in Ryan's bedroom. I felt so sexual showing myself to them this way and loved having such a knockout body and face. Ryan said that his mom wasn't going to be home until six or seven. Ryan held me while he sat up against the headboard of his bed and watched a couple of concerts on VH1 Classic. When the second one was over, I went to the bathroom an,d this time, upon my reappearance in the room I snuggled up to Dustin, who was sitting against the end of the bed on the floor while we peeped Mythbusters. When that was over, I moved over in front of Ronnie, who cuddled me until 4:30, when I went home.

The next morning, we walked to school together with me holding Ryan's hand. During lunch, I sidled up next to Dustin and clasped his. After school, my fingers were in Ronnie's mitt as we headed home and I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to come to my house after dinner. Ronnie wasn't as tall as Ryan was, but he had darker hair and a pretty nice body.

A little after seven, there was a knock at my door and I let Ronnie in. We exchanged hugs and a brief kiss and went upstairs to my bedroom. I crawled into bed and encouraged him to join me, whereupon we began making out. He started undoing the buttons on my blouse and then had trouble opening my bra. I shed the blouse and turned my body to show him the clasps and how to separate them. I had him practice it and he got it in one, so he pulled that harness off of me, my very ample gazongas springing out. I pulled his head back toward mine and he rubbed and squeezed my tits while our tongues intertwined passionately. After a little more of that, I pushed his head down toward my knockers and felt the delicious pull of his mouth sucking on them. He slid a hand up my thigh to my crotch, which was swaddled in panty hose and panties. He loosened the belt holding my skirt to me and unzipped the little dress as his mouth continued to lash and graze my milk ducts.

I was fully wet now and in a really good mood. I rolled him on to his back and then slipped off the other side of the bed. After losing the skirt and panty hose, I eased back in next to him and told him to get rid of his shoes and socks. Once he did that, I deprived him of his pants and boxers wrapped my fist around his hard 6.5 inch dick. "You have a beautiful cock," I cooed, which elicited a smile from him. It was smeared in precum, so I slithered my tongue around it to clean up the mess. He moaned and writhed in pleasure as my tongue tantalized his manhood. The next sensation he felt was my wet, warm mouth encapsulating his main vein in it. "Oh fuck!" he sighed as my lips imposed friction on his engorged shaft. He puffed several rapid gasps when his cockhead was made a temporary captive of my throat. His breathing became very, very rapid and he was grunting now as he approached climax. I waved my head in a frenzied manner and he expelled his 14 year old ballcream into my welcoming maw. Like I did with Ryan, I showed him his cum on my tongue and then sent it hurtling into my belly.

I let him lay there for a few minutes to savor the head he had just received. "God, that was epic!" he praised. I giggled and kissed him a few times. "Okay baby, now let's see what you can do with your mouth," I whispered in his ear. I laid on my back and spread my legs. I walked him around my vulva, lent him some preliminary instruction and then told him to go for it. As he attacked my clit, I kept lecturing him and now I could feel the heat begin to accumulate inside me. He flipped and rolled his tongue and mixed in short suckling. "Oh God, oh God oh God, keep that up!" I whimpered. He did and it wasn't long before I was climbing the stairs of ecstasy, holding the back of his head to keep it in my crotch as my pubic muscles convulsed. "Keep doing that until you're hard again," I advocated. He blasted me off a couple more times and then scooted on top of me. I ushered his penis to my red carpet and he pushed it into me. "Oh fuck Ronnie, that feels so good!" I breathily notified him as he parked his flesh train as deeply into me as he could. His hips flexed and carried his spear back and forth inside me, giving rise to that very sweet friction that we were both enjoying. My legs rested on his lower back while he persistently plowed me. "Oh God baby, that's it, oh shit!" I panted, my ardor ascending like a rocket and taking my ability to regulate my own breathing away with it until the climax suddenly took hold of my senses and rent them asunder. Now my world was reduced to just wanting to feel more of him pumping his joy stick into me, my nails sinking deeply into the skin on his back. Again and again, I felt my vaginal muscles seeming to do backflps and then shoot hot needles of pleasure through my entire being until he grunted several big jets of his sperm loaded semen into me. He fell on top of me and I wrapped my legs around the middle of his back to hold him there while I hugged him.

"God sweety, that was wonderful," I dreamily said. "You're amazing, Dawn" he offered as he sought to regain his sanity.
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In Austin, one of the guys who were taken backstage played guitar, too, and we jammed for about half an hour before I sucked his cum out of him. He ate me until he was stiff again and could fuck me. I told him  to come to our concert in San Antonio, which was a bit of a hike (about 100 miles) because I wanted him to give me a guitar lesson since he was a country player. Unfortunately, when I put him on the list as a plus one, that one turned out to be his dad. So I got the guitar lesson, but nothing else that night. It was still fun, though. Then it was a long ass drive to El Paso and an even longer ass journey to Colorado Springs before we hit Denver, where we took a day off and were able to just hang around the hotel all day. It was colder than shit, though, so we didn't go out. Instead, I found a nice hunk of businessman in the bar an we went up to my room, where he drilled the life out of me. He had no idea he was screwing a 16 year old. He was in his late 30's and all I told him about me was that I played guitar in a heavy metal band.

We visited a couple of radio stations while we were there, too, and at one the program director made a pass at me. I kicked him in the nuts with one of my stiletto heel covered feet and they took him to the hospital. So  that ended up turning an instance of sexual harassment into some lulz. The guy was this 50 year old fat, gross asshole and it was actually pretty cool that he gave me a predicate to take him out.

In November, we finally got to California. We played shows in San Diego, Anaheim, Long Beach, the Forum in Inglewood, Fresno, Sacramento and San Francisco. I was able to be at home for three of those shows. It was so good sleeping in my own bed! I went to my school during lunch one day to visit Randy and some of the other people I knew. Randy and I had sex a couple of times while I was in town, too. Jesus, that boy has a fun dick!

By the time we played in Seattle, it was the first week of December. We knocked off for a month so that everybody could be with their families over the Christmas/New Year's holidays. We picked it up again the second week of January to do some dates in the deep south and then head to Canada, where we did half a dozen gigs before going to South America then Europe and, following another month layoff, an eight date Japanese tour, the whole mess concluding in Fukuoka the first week of June.

They asked me to join the band as a full member, but I declined. I just didn't write the kind of material they did. In fact, Mike and I had been writing new tunes of our own off and on the entire tour, unbeknownst to the group. I offered to tour with them again if they required a hired gun after I graduated high school. They refused that offer for now but said they would contact me if they needed someone. Naturally, just about everybody thought I had lost my cotton picking mind. The tracks, though, that Mike and I had been composing were like if you took the Foreigner of their first two albums, Stratovarius, Heart and the Scorpions and threw them into a blender. It in no way was a stylistic match for Powerchain.

Once I was settled back in at home, and God, I was loving it, I took my driver's test using Mike's wheels, snagged my license and then bought a car. I spent the week after that at the beach Only a couple of people recognized me from Powerchain and so I was willing to hang out with them for a bit, which they got a thrill out of.

Both Mike and I had totally decompressed by the time my senior year of high school began in September. I had him live in my house so we could write unimpeded. That first day of school, though, was weird only because here I was now in classes of 30+ kids after spending the previous year in front of 10-15,000 people a night and having them cheer my every move. Before each of my classes, I was peppered with questions about what it was like being with a major band. I got a lot of autograph and photo requests. After the first week, though, I just became part of the scenery and the hoopla died down.

Mike decided to give it one more shot and we put an ad in Music Connection as well as on musicians websites looking for a rhythm section and a keyboardist. I still wanted to stick to guitar, so we opted to bring in someone else to handle the piano and synth work. Because I now had some name recognition, there was no shortage of aspiring musicians answering my ads. I rented a rehearsal studio at SIR for a weekend and Mike and I invited down the most promising candidates. We even brought in some people we saw on You Tube. We drug tested everyone before the tryout proceeded so that we could weed out the waste cases and losers. From that initial  group, we rated the top three on each instrument and then waited for the drug tests to come back. Then we rented another rehearsal studio and reauditioned our top threes to see who we had the best chemistry with. We also extensively interviewed them to make sure they were on the same page as us musically and could commit themselves 100% to this project. By the end of October, we had a full band and put it under the Vicious Sun rubric.

For a month after that, we rehearsed five days a week 4-6 hours a day. I spent roughly $1 million setting up a managerial, marketing and logistical apparatus for us. Included in that figure was also a big investment in equipment and a truck to haul it all in. We did a photo shoot and then went into the studio to cut a three song demo. Then our website went live and we acquired Facebook, Reverb Nation, You Tube and Twitter accounts. I did an interview with Ultimate Guitar to talk about our band, where I lamented that heavy metal had gotten too dirgey and relentlessly depressing and that it was time for a return to the fun, glamor and melodicism of the great 70's and 80's bands.

It was now time to begin playing out  As I had done in previous transformations, I began booking small hall shows, and in fact, our first show ever with this lineup was at an American Legion Hall in north Orange County at $10 a throw on February 1st. We had an opening act, too, making it pretty good value for the entertainment dollar. We sold it out and the reaction to our material was exceedingly good.

The small  hall gigs were very successful and, in April, we were booked into the Roxy in Hollywood and killed. We were offered a couple of record deals, but  I chose to run our own record company so we could charge less for our cds and maintain control over masters and songs. In June, after I graduated high school, we rehearsed the shit out of the 12 songs we wanted to put down on plastic and then went into the studio with Max Norman. We did our debut album in three weeks.working 12 hour days and then hit the road with a nationwide club tour.

In the midst of those rehearsals, Kevin phoned me. He said that he had broken up with his girlfriend and wanted to move in with me and go to college at a university not far from my house. Of course, I was all for it in principal. However, by the time he was able to arrive here, the band  was cutting our album. I only got to see him for maybe 3-4 hours a day, if that. I was usually pretty knackered by the time I got home and not really in the mood for sex. Once we were finished with the record, we rehearsed for a month and subsequently embarked on our tour. Nonetheless, he was glad to be back out in SoCal at the very least even if I wasn't going to be home for six months. I gave him permission to screw around with whoever he wanted while I was gone, but if he ended up in a committed relationship, he would have to move out.

Feeling absolutely no guilt, I regularly took other guys to bed on this tour. For example, in Phoenix,  there was a group of guys waiting outside the club to meet us and get autographs, especially mine.Among them was a very cute Filipino kid with long hair halfway down his back. In fact, he reminded me of the very yummy guys who were in Dark Angel. "Hey sweety, can you come with me for a minute?" I asked him. He quickly consented and I led him into the back of my tour bus, where I had my own curtained off section and a fold out bed. He sat on the bed, I told him to take off his black leather jacket and then it was on. We made out and he felt me up, including fingering me, and then we both disrobed and I laid on my back, whereupon he steered his penis into me. He lasted less than ten minutes, but it was long enough for me to have an orgasm and have some cum tucked into me. We dressed and he rejoined his pals.

Whenever it was possible, we tried to connect with every internet radio outlet and regional metal magazine we could. As the tour progressed, the interest in us grew, as did our record sales. We began getting some radio airplay out of the midwest and then that grew to the point we had to have another 300,000 copies of our CD printed. It snowballed from there and our album eclipsed gold. Now there were headlines in the trades and the specialist magazines, like, "is traditional heavy metal ready to make a comeback?"

When I came off the road, Kevin had a surprise for me: an engagement ring. That wasn't all. He also collared me  This meant that I had to kick Mike out of my house, which he understood could have happened at any time. I put him in a rental  house in the vicinity and paid his first year's rent so that he wasn't left high and dry. Kevin knew the deal, though: he couldn't get in the way of my band. By the same token, when I wasn't dealing with band stuff, I had to be naked and wear my collar, which had, "Slut" written on it in metal studs, while in our home. Part of my service to him was helping him with his term papers while also teaching him guitar.

When I wasn't doing that, I was dispensing checks to the band members and our employees. We had more than recouped my investment in the band by the end of the year and we even made a few hundred thousand dollars.

We rehearsed our asses off like with the first record and had Max come in again to produce it. We did that record in only three weeks, too, and it just exploded at radio. Calling in a print run of one million copies isn't fun, but that was exactly what we had to do and then I had to triple that by the end of the month. We then went out on the road with Kevin as my guitar tech. I wore my collar 24/7 even then and most people took it as me just trying to be provocative rather than being submissive to Kevin. Having him there proved to be beneficial for both personal and professional reasons. First, he was ramming my pussy like nobody's business most days and keeping me in line, which I needed.

Secondly, though, he came up with a bunch of riffs himself that ended up being the missing components to a bunch of other parts of songs we had written but abandoned because they didn't really work. He still wasn't as  technically complete a player as I or Mike were, but he was getting there and was beginning to find his footing as an axeman. Anyway, we were able to resurrect those tracks and, along with contributions from some of the other band members, devised an entire album's worth of tremendous material. Nonetheless, the new album was successful enough to where we cancelled the entire second half of our original tour schedule and booked ourselves into the biggest coliseums in the country.

When we finished that tour, we had so many songs it was unreal. Writing in the hotel, writing on the bus, writing at dinner, the ideas just kept flowing. We rehearsed for two months after that getting the songs down to a tee, brought Max back yet again, only to this time take four months to record three albums. Then we waited another six months before releasing our third opus, toured it and, during the course of that two year forced march, we released the fourth album. When that finally ran its course, Kevin and I married. We didn't tour the fifth album because we wanted to stay away from the road for a while. Kevin, though, continued to come up with cool riffs and so did Mike and that allowed me to kind of help sew it all together. That resulted in our sixth and final album before I called a halt to the band, saying that I wanted to go out on top. I was moving on now, just wanting to play for fun and not as a job. Mike's wife certainly wanted him to be more present for their three kids (who I was godmother to). I could also be a more devoted slave to my Master.

We decided to occasionally reform for charity shows only.

Kevin and I were married for 52 years before he passed away at 79. My musical partner in crime, Mike, preceded him to the grave, but he was older than both Kevin and I, so he was 81 when his  ticket got punched. Again, I was so thankful for everything that I experienced during this transformation and I will always love Kevin. He was so much what I needed. It was such a blessing when he came back to me.

I grieved for Kevin for a couple of months and then sold off all of my worldly belongings and donated the profits to charity, including my house. The day the home sale was completed, I went into my "Vishnu room," prayed and then said I wanted to go back to my house on the same morning in 2011 before I underwent the time shift and transformation. My next memory after that was me waking up in the morning and in my original bed.
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