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Chapter 20: Going Pro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess not."

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

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

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

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

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

As soon as we were both presentable, we went down to check on the Henderson girls. The bedroom we had left them in was empty, the clothes we had left for them were gone, and the bed had been remade. All the clothes we had tried on had been hung back in the closet or put away in drawers.

It looked like Lori and Sara were making an effort to get invited back.

We arrived for lunch to find the Hendersons setting the table and pouring the iced tea.

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

Lori brought up the inevitable subject, "We really hate to leave, but we both have homework left to do before tomorrow and we should be getting back."

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

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

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

"I'd better go, too." Alex said. "You'll be seeing enough of me around here, and I have to go check on Mom. She got up and took her plate into the kitchen. When she came back, she said to me, "You stay in touch, now." Like it was something that I had control over. Then she bent down and kissed me good before moving on to do the same to Bud, Jim, and the girls.

I made a list of things to do before going pro.

• Mats in workshop for sparring and maybe some post workout sex.

• Sparring Partner - Alex

• Kung-Fu Classes – Private Instructor, if he is hot. Else classes.

• Motorcycle Driving Licence – Bribe Alex's Cousin

• Superhero Costume – Revealing, sexy and practical. Something tight, so it doesn't get in my way. Could check with Norton.

I thought about my abilities. I thought it was vain to think of them as 'powers'. They were simply things that I could do, like some people can do complicated math problems in their heads, or some people are natural athletes. I remembered an old movie about a 'natural' baseball player. I could just naturally augment my strength and stamina with my mind. I could also talk to Alex. That was the part that puzzled me the most. It seemed so one-sided that she could hear me so easily, but I had to concentrate to hear her.

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

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

After a minute, I picked up a feeling of great joy and contentment. I let it pass by and kept listening. I got the impression of hunger, then another of anger. Each went past like a train whistle on a fast freight. I picked up a chorus of excitement that rose to a high pitch and then crashed into disappointment. That one was easily identifiable.

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

I went back down to the hall and found Jim.

"Listen, I think I'd like to try out some of this stuff." I hooked a thumb at the other end of the room, the end with all the machinery in it. "Could you show me how to use this?"

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

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

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

"What's wrong?" I asked.

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


Chapter 21: Crushing it at the Gym

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

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

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

"What?" I asked.

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

"Unhunh." I admitted.

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

"Yeah. Jim, sit." Jim sat.

"Yes, ma'am." He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"OK. That's good to know."

"Good boy. And now for your reward." The workout was making me horny again.

I stood in front of him and pulled the short t-shirt up over my breasts. He took my breasts in each hand. His grip was firm, but gentle. He pulled me closer. I could feel his breath on my nipple as he pulled my breast to his lips. He slowly licked the whole nipple with one broad swipe of his tongue. I felt a tingle shoot through me as the rough part of his tongue scraped across my sensitive flesh.

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

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

I leaned my head back and bit my lip as the intense feeling that was not quite pain melted into pure pleasure. I shuddered and gave a little squeak. I pulled the t-shirt off and tossed it over the barbell. He changed to sucking in slow pulses, drawing more of me into his mouth each time. It was wonderful.

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

Instead of taking the other nipple immediately he paused. I felt it swell in anticipation.

"Please. Do it." He quit torturing me and began to suck on my other nipple as well. When he had it halfway into his mouth I came. I had no idea that I could cum from breast stimulation alone, so it was a shock to me. I managed to keep my legs under me, but my arms jerked and dangled at my sides and my head dropped back on my neck. Jim had such a firm grip on my breasts that I felt like he could hold me up by them alone.

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

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

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

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

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

Encouraged, he renewed his attack on my tender flesh. He became a tiger and I was his prey. He mauled my breasts and sucked my nipples so hard I thought they would burst. I came again. Then again. I surrendered my breasts to his rough treatment and vibrated where I stood as orgasms wracked my body. Jim had found my weakness. I loved having my breasts abused.

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

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

Finally, I was cumming so hard that I could no longer stand up. I collapsed onto Jim and he caught me and held me tightly. I felt him pick me up off my feet and carry me over to a loveseat where he laid me down. My smile was so wide that my back teeth were showing. I was in a state of bliss.

My nipples were raw and so hugely swollen that I could see them sticking out on the tips of my beasts like purplish-red muffin tops. The feeling of ecstasy radiating from them was intense. I had to touch them. I softly ran my fingers over them then I put my palms over them. The heat of my hands on them was like fire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There was nothing I would rather do."

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

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


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