New kid makes friends
by Max Doubt (Max Doubt@hotmail.com)
Sarah gets a boyfriend and puts finish to Jake

(Warning! This is VERY adult material.)




Sarah had been at her new school for over a month now. She was 
still something of a celebrity, especially among the girls, thanks to 
the way she had disposed of Jake and Tommy. In fact, quite a few 
had begged her to teach them how to defend themselves, so she 
agreed to teach them a little of the basics. 

"Don't shove, scratch or pull his hair," she instructed. "Show him 
you mean business. Punch, kick, and use your knees! And remember 
to aim for the soft targets," she added, recalling the words of Ms. 
Albright, her self-defense teacher. On a man, that meant mainly 
going for his eyes, throat, stomach, solar plexus, and most of all 
his testicles. "Don't be shy about busting balls," she added. "It's 
the most effective blow there is. Ms. Albright said that every woman 
ought to experience hitting a guy in the nuts good and hard at least 
once in her life. It gives her confidence, and it sure teaches the 
bastard to have more respect for women." 

One girl had asked what to do if another woman attacked her. Sarah 
told her simply to target her assailant's breasts. Ms. Albright had 
explained that a crotch kick was a good technique for startling a 
woman into lowering her defenses. But while it hurt, it was nowhere 
near as devastating as a testicle thump is to a guy. A punch in the 
boobs, on the other hand, hurt like hell and took a lot of fight out of 
a woman. But anyway, she added, gals just didn't go around beating 
up on each other very often, unlike guys with their retarded caveman 
mentality. Everyone had laughed when she said that, knowing she 
was referring to "Milkman" Jake. Yes, "caveman" was a pretty 
accurate description of that obnoxious asshole.

Well, Jake had been keeping a pretty low profile ever since Sarah 
had humiliated him in public. The blow to his pride had hurt him 
almost as much as her blows to his privates. Sarah hoped he had 
learnt his lesson, though she worried that he might be planning 
some way to get back at her. She had taken to shadow boxing to 
stay limber and keep her martial arts skills in practice, just in case.

But enough thinking about Jake, Sarah decided. Today was her 
sixteenth birthday and she meant to enjoy it. She had made friends 
with a cute boy named Paul. He was a year ahead of her in school 
and was the typical computer nerd -- probably spent his free time 
looking at dirty pictures on the Internet and wouldn't know what to 
do with a real woman if he had one. In fact, he was so shy that Sarah 
had had to make the first advances on him.  She had noticed him 
watching her, so she knew he was interested. But Paul was too shy 
even to say hello. Of course, all the boys were a bit intimidated by 
Sarah. After all, she had made short work of the bullies who'd had the 
whole school terrorized. Paul had actually thought he was day 
dreaming when the school's pretty "Amazon" approached him. But 
in the last few weeks they had become quite a steady couple. Paul 
had finally found the courage to ask her out for a private birthday 
celebration.

Sarah wanted to look her best for Paul, so she wore her yellow 
tank top with a tight pale blue skirt. Combined with her white 
sandals, it made quite a stunning outfit, especially when filled 
by someone as shapely as Sarah. Even her strapless bra had 
shown through her clinging tank top, so Sarah decided to go 
without one. She certainly didn't need any support for her firm 
young breasts, and if it turned Paul on a bit so much the better. 
She had immediately noticed its effectiveness when she greeted 
Paul, kissing him lightly and leaning her chest against his. Paul 
had turned scarlet with embarrassment, and a glance at his crotch 
confirmed why. The poor fellow looked like he had a banana 
stuffed in his trousers. "Just like a man," Sarah thought with 
amusement. "They all think with their hormones." She smiled 
and rolled back her shoulders, making her nipples stand out 
slightly against the soft fabric. Paul stood there staring like a 
kid in a candy shop, so Sarah patted him lightly on the crotch, 
and stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the forehead. Then she took 
him by the arm and led him down the sidewalk.

It was a warm spring day, so they had decided to walk to the 
theatre downtown and catch the afternoon movie. Following a 
quick bite to eat, they had then started walking home by way 
of the park. Sarah meant to finish off her special day with a 
bit of romancing, though she knew she'd have to make all the 
moves herself. But Sarah liked being in charge of the situation. 
It was satisfying knowing she could both turn a man on or 
beat him into submission. "Who needs equality," she thought. 
"I'm already their superior." She gripped Paul's arm tighter, 
teasingly rubbing her breast up against it. Paul's heavy 
breathing told her how aroused he was getting. Sarah decided 
maybe she'd let Paul get his hands on her boobs a bit, that is 
if her boldness wouldn't frighten him away. After all, he was a 
rather timid soul. But she wanted him to fondle her there to help 
erase the memory of her forced groping by that bastard Jake. 
In fact, she was eagerly looking forward to showing Paul those 
same gorgeous globes she'd refused to let Jake and Tommmy 
see.

Well, the Irish have a saying: speak of the devil and his imps 
will soon arrive. Sarah had only thought of Jake, but apparently 
that was enough. She and Paul had scarcely entered the most 
secluded part the park when they were confronted by the "Milkman" 
and Tommy. "I saw you two leaving the theater and figured you'd 
come this way," Jake said. "You should have invited us to your 
party. After all, the more the merrier." Jake smelled like he had 
been drinking, though where the underage creep got it is anybody's 
guess. Sarah had expected to have another run in with Jake some 
time, though Tommy's presence surprised her. "I thought you'd 
learnt your lesson, Tommy," Sarah said with contempt. Tommy 
didn't say anything, but he looked quite sheepish. Jake had 
obviously forced him to come along, which meant Tommy probably 
wasn't much of a threat. But the expression on Jake's face was 
positively evil.

"Why don't you run along home now, Paul," Jake said under his 
breath. "Your girlfriend and I have some celebrating of our own 
to do. This is man's work, and little boys like you aren't needed." 
To Paul's credit, he stepped protectively between Jake and Sarah. 
"Leave her alone!" Paul snapped. Paul was obviously frightened, 
but his pride demanded he stand up even to Jake. "Getting brave, 
are we?" Jake muttered. "Since when did you get a pair of balls?" 
To Jake's surprise, Paul launched a punch at him, catching him on 
the jaw. Jake just shrugged it off and grabbed Paul by the shirt. He 
rammed his knee into Paul's groin so hard that it lifted him onto his 
toes. Paul bent over in pain, clutching his squashed scrotum. "Well 
look at that," Jake joked. "He really has a pair of balls, had a pair 
anyway." Jake then slammed his fist into the side Paul's head, 
sending him sprawling on the ground only semi-conscious.

Things had happened so quickly that Sarah hadn't had a chance to 
react, especially with Paul standing in front of her. But with Paul out 
of the way, Sarah had a clear shot at Jake. She immediately fired off 
a hard kick at his crotch, intending to repay him for the damage he'd 
done to Paul. Unfortunately, in her anger she had forgotten about the 
tight skirt she was wearing!  All that she accomplished by her kick 
was yanking her other foot out from under herself, sending her 
sprawling on her back on the grass. Quick as a flash, Jake threw 
himself on her, pinning her down with his six-foot frame. His weight 
held her almost immobile.

"Thanks for making it so easy, Sarah," Jake said with delight. He 
grabbed both her hands with his and pulled her arms up over her 
head. "You should have known the Milkman wouldn't let you get 
away with making a fool of him. This time it's the Milkman who'll be 
having all the fun." Jake rubbed his groin against hers obscenely, 
and Sarah could feel that short thick prick of his pressing against her 
womanhood. Jake was hard as a rock this time without needing any 
help from her. 

Sarah realized that she was in serious trouble, since it was plain as 
day what Jake had in mind. Her self-defense teacher had warned them 
about over confidence, telling them that even women with black belts in 
karate had occasionally been jumped by surprise and raped. Sarah 
tried to force herself to stay calm, knowing that sooner or later an 
opportunity would arise to turn the tables. But keeping calm with a 
drunken lust filled lout lying on top of you is asking a lot of anybody, 
let alone a largely inexperienced teenage girl. 

Meanwhile, Jake was having things entirely his way. He had grabbed 
both of her wrists in his strong left hand and had pulled her tank top 
up over her face with his right. Sarah couldn't see anything, but she 
certainly could feel what was going on. "Look, Tommy," Jake said, 
pinching her nipples brutally hard. "I told you they'd be pink. Get over 
here with that Polaroid and take some close ups of her tits after I make 
these nice big nips stand up like corks. So nice of you not to wear a 
bra, Sarah. Saves me the trouble of ripping it off you. I told you I was 
going to milk your tits bare, and the Milkman always keeps his word." 

Jake proved his point by tugging hard several times on her erect 
nearly inch-long left nipple and then suddenly twisting it painfully 
in more than a complete circle. Sarah winced audibly, despite her 
determination not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry. 
Jake grinned at his success at breaking her will. "Hurts, does it? 
Well, this is just the beginning.  And guess what else, Sarah. 
Tommy's here to take pictures of your tits and twat, and I'm going 
to make sure that everybody in school sees them – especially the 
ones when I ram my big cherry buster right up your tight virgin cunt! 
Then we'll see who's so high and mighty. Let's see if they still call 
you the Amazon after everyone knows the Milkman's had you. I hope 
you'll enjoy your birthday present as much as I will. By the way, I 
am NOT going to be gentle about it! Not after what you did to me in 
front of everybody at school." 

Sarah knew that Tommy was doing as he was ordered, since she 
could see the camera's flash through the fabric covering her face. 
She shivered involuntarily as she felt Jake's rough hands pawing 
the smooth skin of her naked breasts, massaging them just as 
thoroughly as he had at school. It seemed like hours as he kneaded
and pushed and pulled on her bare breasts, though of course it could 
only have been minutes. He even lowered his head to suck on each 
nipple in turn, occasionally flicking them with his tongue. Jake was 
breathing heavily, clearly getting turned on by his "milking" fun. He 
ground his ironwood penis repeatedly against her privates, and 
Sarah had to struggle not to become aroused as it pressed and 
rubbed against her clitoris. "Keep calm, keep calm," she kept 
telling herself, though to tell the truth she was really becoming 
quite frightened. She cursed herself for her moment of carelessness 
that had allowed this to happen. "We could have been good friends, 
Sarah," Jake mumbled through his beer scented breath. "Instead, 
we'll have to do things the hard way. But since that's the way you 
want it, let's start the fun and games."   

Except for the brief nipple torture, Jake had been handling her 
breasts very gently up to now, clearly fascinated by the near 
perfection of her round white hemispheres. And Sarah really did 
have an impressive pair. Even with her lying on her back, her 
breasts stood up like the halves of a good size grapefruit. They 
were beautifully natural, with none of the inflated look of the silicon 
filled boobs so often displayed by models in men's magazines. 
Sarah's erect pink nipples added even more to the attractiveness, 
and no normal person could have ever considered hurting such 
breasts. But then Jake was by no means normal in any conceivable 
way.

(Continued in Part II)