New kid in town
by Max Doubt (maxdoubt@hotmail.com)
Two high school bullies decide to pick on the wrong girl!

(Warning! Very adult material.)


Sarah always hated moving, mainly because it meant starting a 
new school again.  But with her father's work, moving was an all 
too frequent occurrence.  She'd liked living in New York City, despite 
its bad reputation.  The big crowded city fascinated her, even though 
her parents worried about her safety. In fact, Sarah's father had 
enrolled her in a special self-defense class just to make sure his 
"baby" knew how to protect herself.  Well, Sarah wasn't exactly a 
baby anymore. In fact, she was just short of her sixteenth birthday 
and was turning into quite an attractive young lady.  A very shapely 
5' 3", she was already quite mature looking. Dressed up, she could 
have easily passed for twenty or more.  But she was still a bit of a 
tomboy, and she had really loved her self-defense classes.  Ms.
 Albright, the woman instructor, had explained that it took years of 
hard work to master the traditional Asian martial arts.  Most people 
would start studying karate or tae kwan do and quit in frustration 
a few months later, never really learning very much at all.  So what 
Sarah's teacher taught was a series of simplified techniques that 
anyone could master in a relatively short time.  They wouldn't defeat 
a trained martial artist, but they were good enough to handle almost 
anyone else.  And although anyone could take the course, it seemed 
to appeal mostly to women, which made the female students feel 
much more comfortable.  Even though Sarah had never had to use 
her skills, it made her confident knowing that she could if she ever 
needed to.  She had done very well in class, Ms. Albright naming her 
the star pupil.

Well, her father's inevitable transfer had come again.  The family 
had moved hundreds of miles away, this time to a much smaller 
city that would be their home for the next couple of years.  Sarah 
resigned herself to starting a new school, which meant knowing 
no one and being a complete outsider at least for a while. But what 
she hadn't figured on was the presence of two local bullies named 
Jake and Tommy.  This twosome had most of the boys terrorized, 
but worse than that they sometimes harassed the girls in school 
as well.  Jake was the ringleader, so she'd been told.  Tommy 
supposedly wasn't as bad, but he'd do almost anything Jake told 
him.  The female students had warned her to avoid those two as 
much as possible, but they seemed reluctant to say why.  One girl 
had mumbled something about a milkman and then shuddered, 
glancing nervously over her shoulder.  Unfortunately, Sarah was 
about to learn the hard way what the others had been afraid to tell 
her.  She had been at the school barely a week when Jake decided 
to turn his unwanted attention to the newest member of the student 
body.  

Jake chose to make his move during the lunch hour.  Sarah was 
sitting on the lawn talking with two classmates when Jake and 
Tommy walked up. The look on the other girls' faces clearly 
showed they were frightened, so Sarah rose to her feet to be 
ready for trouble. "Hey, cute thing," the tall dark-haired boy 
said. "You're new here, so it's time I introduced myself. My 
name's Jake and I'm in charge of inspecting chicks around 
here. It's time the two of us got better acquainted." 

Jake wasn't half bad looking, and his smile was pleasant enough,  
so Sarah could scarcely believe it when his hands shot out and 
he grabbed her by both breasts!  Tommy quickly stepped behind 
her and pinned her arms, leaving Jake completely free to feel up 
her firm female anatomy. From the way he thoroughly massaged 
her breasts, he'd obviously done this before. He kneaded them like 
dough, shoved them together and pushed them apart, moved them 
in circles in the same direction and the opposite, both clockwise 
and anticlockwise. He bounced them up and down with his palms, 
then shook them back and forth by the nipples, grinning all the time 
in obvious delight. "I'm the campus boob checker," Jake said with 
a laugh, tugging hard on her now erect nipples through her clothing. 
"Your friends here can tell you that, because I've already checked 
‘em both out. That's why they call me the Milkman.  And babe, your 
tits are about the best I've ever had my hands on.  Play your cards 
right, and this could be the start of a nice long friendship" 

Meanwhile, Tommy had twisted her arms behind her back so that 
he could hold them with one hand. He reached around with the other 
and gave Sarah's left breast a couple of painfully hard pinches. But 
Jake was in charge here, and he wasn't about to share the goodies. 
"Dammit, Tommy," he said. "Hold her still with both hands while I 
open up her blouse. You can play with them later. Right now I've just 
gotta get a look at these nice titties. What do you bet she's got pretty 
pink nipples to go with those big blue eyes? You should feel flattered, 
Sarah.  The Milkman only milks them bare if they've passed his 
inspection, and I know I'm going to love getting my hands on your 
nice tits. Welcome to our school," he added. "You're gonna like it 
here. In fact, I may milk you quite often from now on. Bet that turns 
you on, doesn't it?"  Tommy's accompanying guffaw sounded 
positively moronic, but his deep breathing revealed how much he 
was getting turned on by their so-called "fun." Sarah was actually 
worried that things might even go a lot farther than they already had.

Now no one had ever touched her breasts before, not even a 
doctor, and Sarah was mortified at being publicly groped by these 
big apes.  But Jake's sudden attack had so taken her by surprise 
that she hadn't even had time to think straight.  And now the 
bastard actually meant to strip her topless right here in front of 
everyone!  She could feel Tommy's rock hard prick pressing 
against her from behind and imagined Jake's own penis must 
be equally aroused.  A small crowd of mostly boys was gathering 
to watch, many of them appalled by Jake's behaviour, but all 
afraid to interfere. And to be honest, a few of the horny bastards 
were obviously enjoying the show and waiting anxiously for a 
glimpse of Sarah's ample breasts at their impending "coming 
out party."  Her shapely figure had attracted attention from the 
moment she arrived on campus. 

Sarah's face had turned bright red, at first from embarrassment, 
but now from sheer outrage. Jake had tugged her blouse out of 
her jeans and was already fumbling with the buttons. Sarah knew 
she'd have to move fast or Jake soon really would have her 
boobs pulled out of her bra for all the world to see. She was 
proud of her body and not ashamed to bare it. But if and when 
she did so, it was going to be at her choosing, not these arrogant 
assholes'.

Sarah closed her eyes to concentrate, and Jake mistakenly thought 
she was resigning herself to his manhandling. On the contrary, she 
was preparing herself to fight. The words of her self-defense teacher 
came rushing back to her. "Never pick a fight," Ms. Albright had said. 
"But when you have to fight, fight to win.  And when the going gets 
tough," she'd  emphasized, "go for the balls, always go for the balls."
Ms. Albright taught that testicles were the "great equalizer" between 
men and women. "Hit him hard in his family jewels and you've already 
almost won." Unfortunately, it's usually not that easy to hit a guy in 
the babymakers, since a man's natural instinct is to protect his most 
vulnerable target. But Jake and Tommy obviously weren't expecting 
any trouble from a mere female. And that is the biggest mistake a man 
can ever make.

Jake shoved her now opened blouse back over her shoulders and 
down to her elbows, making her lightly clad breasts thrust forward 
most enticingly. Unable to keep his hands off such tempting targets, 
he groped them briefly before proceeding. Just as he slipped his 
fingers under the bottom of her bra to yank it up, Sarah leaned 
back against Tommy to brace herself. Jake's fingernails scraped 
against her soft skin as he began tugging her bra up over her breasts, 
and she felt Tommy's prick stiffen even more in anticipation. But 
Jake had barely exposed the under curve of her firm white breasts 
when she thrust her knee upward, smashing him squarely in the 
crotch as hard as she could! She must have scored a bull's eye, 
because Jake's eyes went sort of glassy. He released her bra and 
dropped his hands to his battered balls. Sarah then leaned forward 
slightly to gain more leg room and whipped her heel back into 
Tommy's tempting nutsack.  The startled Tommy immediately 
copied Jake's peculiar ball-clutching pose. 

Ms. Albright had taught her students always to follow up their attack, 
so Sarah spun around, determined to put Tommy out of action so she 
could go to work on Jake. Wriggling her arms free of her blouse, she 
quickly pulled her bra back into place to keep her breasts from popping 
out. Then she jerked Tommy's hands away from his groin and rammed 
her kneecap solidly into his "danglers," as Ms. Albright liked to call 
them, once – twice – three times!  ("One for the right ball, one for the 
left, and one more to make sure," her teacher had said.) Sarah's knee 
made an audible thump each time it squashed Tommy's nerve filled 
testicles against his pelvis. Tommy moaned and went down in a heap, 
fighting back the urge to vomit. Sarah kicked him hard in the side, 
knocking the wind out of him, and then turned to face her real enemy  
–  the detestable tit-squeezing Jake.
        
Sarah had put Tommy away none to soon,  for Jake was already 
recovering from his unexpected balls shot. "You bitch!" he yelled. 
"I'm going to make you pay for that. When I'm through, you'll wish 
you never heard of me." Jake was swinging powerful roundhouse 
punches at her head with both hands, but Sarah's teacher had told 
her that even a light blow to the balls will slow a man down. Jake was 
more of a punk than a man, but it was obvious that Sarah's testicle 
mashing had taken some of the steam out of him. From the way he 
moved, it was clear his balls still were hurting him. And Sarah intended 
to see that his balls hurt him a hell of a lot more, them plus a lot of 
other parts of his body.

Sarah back pedalled away from Jake's lumbering punches, and shot 
a quick jab of her own into his stomach. That only seemed to infuriate 
him, but his punches did become wilder. Sarah's self-defense skills 
enabled her to block every punch that came close, until she was able 
to let lose a long series of one-two punches into Jake's livid face. Her 
small fists hammered away like pistons, raining stinging blows on his 
nose and eyes. "Always strike some place soft," Ms. Albright had 
insisted. "Don't tire yourself out pounding your hands on his ribs or 
head." Sarah took her teacher at her word and slammed a wicked shin 
kick between Jake's legs, since there's no softer place on a man than 
his dangling balls pouch. In fact, Ms. Albright sometimes half seriously 
argued that since men's balls were hung in the perfect place to be hit, 
women's busting them must be part of some great celestial plan. Sarah 
smiled when she remembered that and rattled Jake's balls once again, 
this time a fast snap kick with top of her foot.

Jake was tough bastard all right, Sarah thought. No wonder the boys 
couldn't beat him. He'd already taken three hard balls shots, but he 
still kept on coming. Any one of those nut crunchers would have had 
most men doubled up in agony. "Time to get meaner," Sarah decided. 
She lashed out with a high kick that caught Jake in the side of the head, 
and followed it up by grabbing his hair and jerking his face down to 
meet her upcoming knee. She then rammed her stiff fingers into the 
hollow into his throat, a potentially deadly blow but one Jake had clearly 
earned. Next she poked her fingers into his eyes, not forcefully enough 
to do damage but hard enough to hurt like hell.  Finally, she moved 
around behind him and fired several quick jabs into each kidney. She 
had reduced Jake to an unresisting live punching bag, but the son-of-bitch 
was still too stubborn to admit defeat. Sarah solved that problem by 
shoving him forward on his hands and knees and kicking him repeatedly 
in the balls from behind. At last, Jake crumpled to the ground and begged 
for mercy.

If Jake had any friends besides Tommy, you wouldn't have known it 
from that crowd. Everybody both male and female seemed pleased 
with the turn of events. Even the creeps who'd wanted to see Sarah's 
boobs bared found Jake's punishment more than enough compensation. 
And anyway, the show really wasn't over just yet, not by a long shot.

 "Okay, Milkman," Sarah told Jake, "roll over on your back and get 
those trousers down around your ankles. You too, Tommy. And pull 
down your shorts too." The defeated duo looked at her with obvious 
concern, no doubt wondering just what their conqueror had in store 
for them next. "Do it now!" Sarah hissed between clenched teeth. 
"You were so damned anxious to see what I've got. Instead, we're 
all going to check out what YOU have.  How's that sound, girls?" A 
murmur of approval could be heard from the pair's previous victims, 
and several of the boys were bold enough to laugh. "Wish I had a 
camera," one was heard to say. Sarah meant humiliate these bastards, 
and making them expose themselves was the best way she could 
think of. "Come on," she said, "get those clothes off -- unless you 
want me to start pounding on your balls again." Jake and Tommy 
reluctantly did as they were told, their movements slow and awkward.  
"That's a good boy,"she cooed. "Now pull your shirts up to your 
shoulders, and then play with yourselves until you get hard. We 
want to see how big and sexy you are." 

Well, Tommy got his smooth circumcised prick standing at attention 
quickly enough, his young manhood stretching to a quite respectable 
seven inches. But because of embarrassment or maybe the lingering 
pain in his balls, Jake seemed incapable of making his heavy uncut 
dong rise to the occasion. Despite his efforts, it just lay loosely in his 
hand, looking amazingly like a tiny elephant's trunk "What's the matter, 
Jakie boy," Sarah said. "Can't get it up? Let me try and help you." 

She squatted down between the boys and carefully examined Jake's 
privates to his obvious embarrassment. She played with his balls a bit, 
and then took his soft penis in her hands. Sarah had never even seen a 
prick before, let alone touched one, so she was fascinated with its texture 
and feel.  With that inborn knowledge so many women seem to have, 
she instinctively began squeezing and stroking Jake's prick in a way 
guaranteed to give even a dead man a hard on.  She liked the way his 
loose foreskin slipped back and forth over his big dick head, though 
Tommy's clean cut prick was more visually appealing.  Sarah felt Jake's 
male member slowly stiffen under her control, though surprisingly it 
stood less than six inches tall. But his low hanging balls were at least 
twice as big as Tommy's, which maybe explains why Jake was such an 
oversexed son-of-a-bitch. If those huge hen's eggs were any indication, 
his testosterone level would have to be measured on the Richter scale.
The way they filled his nutsack made her think of a pair of big ripe 
plums in a fuzzy pink sock.

"That's a good boy, Jakie," Sarah said with mock sweetness as his 
short thick penis finally turned to wood. "Know what happens now? 
The Milkman is going to get milked." When Jake started to object, 
Sarah seized his balls and squeezed menacingly. He quickly got the 
picture and shut his mouth. Sarah then began pumping both boys' 
meat sticks slowly and in unison. "Wanna place bets on who cums 
first?" she joked. Sarah was making the most of the moment, determined 
to shame the dreaded duo into leaving her alone in the future. And she 
was actually getting turned quite on a bit herself from her first adventure 
in penis pumping. A girl could really get to like this, she decided, though 
she wisely kept her thoughts to herself.

The crowd was becoming bolder, making ribald comments about Jake 
and Tommy's predicament.  And though Sarah didn't realise it, she was 
adding somewhat to the spectators' enjoyment herself. She was perspiring 
from her activity, and the soft white fabric of her light cotton bra was slightly 
damp. Tantalizingly, the outlines of her erect, half-dollar-size nipples were 
becoming just barely perceptible, their centers protruding like corks. You 
can safely bet that Jake and Tommy weren't the only ones there sporting 
cast iron hard-ons, and even some of the girls were beginning squeeze their 
thighs together. 

"Milkman" Jake was beyond himself with anger, but realized he could 
do nothing except submit. He determined not to allow himself to cum, 
trying to retain at least a little dignity.  Tommy, however, had plainly 
succumbed to Sarah's skilful stroking. But when he shot off like a skyrocket, 
Tommy learnt a rather unpleasant lesson: cumming shortly after having 
your balls busted hurts like hell! When your muscles down there contract 
to squirt, it feels just like someone is crushing your sore nuts in a vice. 
Tommy shot his wad about a foot high, and then rolled onto his side to 
clutch his painfully aching balls.

Meanwhile, Jake was proving a tough nut to crack, so to speak. But Sarah 
realised his game and began pumping him with both hands. She could feel 
his prick swell ever so slightly and stiffen harder than granite. Coupled with 
the way his big balls were moving slowly upward in his nutsack, she knew 
he must be about ready to unload. She clamped down harder and began 
stroking faster and faster. In less than minute, Jake's will power finally 
broke and he launched a stream of semen at least two feet into the air. 
The crowd cheered the performance and Sarah turned to bow.

As a parting gesture, Sarah ordered Jake and Tommy to spread their legs 
and keep their eyes tightly closed. "Open them even a crack, and I'll stomp 
your balls flat." She then pointed at one of the two girls she'd been sitting 
with, since Jake said he'd already "boob checked" them both. Sarah put a 
finger to her lips as a sign for silence, and then pointed first to the girl's 
foot and then to Tommy's balls. She did the same to the other one, pointing 
at Jake. The girls immediately understood and walked over to settle the old 
score. They grinned with delight, realizing they could abuse their tormentors' 
testicles quite anonymously, safe from any retaliation. First one girl and then 
the other toe kicked her inviting targets as hard as she could. Jake doubled 
up, cradling his bruised babymakers protectively and sobbing. Tommy finally 
lost it and puked all over himself.  

Sarah at last picked up her blouse and put it back on. She was amazed 
that a glance at her wristwatch showed that so little time had passed. 
What had seemed like a lifetime to her, especially while the creeps were 
manhandling her breasts, had taken well under 20 minutes. But her high 
school would long talk about the day the Tommy and the Milkman had 
got themselves beaten and milked by the pretty new student. Sarah had 
even earned herself a nickname; the boys now spoke of her with awe and 
called her "the Amazon." And Tommy truly seemed to have learned his 
lesson. At least, he was careful not to do anything that would bring Sarah's 
wrath down on him (and his balls) again. Unfortunately, Jake had a mean 
and unforgiving streak in him. Sarah realized she probably had not seen 
the last of the disgusting "Milkman" just yet.