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.)


Part II


Jake now pulled himself up to a sitting position, his weight 
resting heavily on Sarah's stomach and his hard-on bulging 
against the front of his trousers. Slowly, he leant forward, his 
left hand maintaining its death grip on her wrists and holding 
her completely helpless. Without warning, he grabbed Sarah 
by her left breast and squeezed it as hard as he could. He dug 
his fingers repeatedly into the soft white flesh, apparently trying 
to make them meet inside it. Sarah bit her lip to suppress a scream, 
but when Jake did the same thing to her right breast she couldn't 
stop a sob from escaping. "Like that, do you?" Jake asked mockingly, 
and drove his fingers deeply into both breasts once again. "I hear 
you've been telling everybody that a girl's boobs are as sensitive 
as a guy's balls." Well, they aren't really, but you couldn't have 
proved it right then by Sarah. "It's payback time for busting the 
Milkman's nuts. You should have known I'd get even. Oh, but I'm 
forgetting myself," he said thoughtfully. "It's your birthday, and 
around here we always paddle someone on their birthday. Since 
you're lying on your backside, I'll just have to paddle you where 
I can."

With that, Jake began slapping her across her bare breasts. "One," 
he counted, smacking her left breast as hard as he could. "Two," 
he followed, with a wicked backhand across the right boob. On and 
on it went, "nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen … 
and sixteen!" His blows stung more than they actually hurt, though 
Sarah was close to tears from mortification. But the tears finally 
came, when Jake ended with "… and one to grow on," and pounded 
his fist straight into her left nipple, mashing it viciously against her 
rib cage. "We don't want to play favorites," he said, and punched 
her with all his might in her pretty right bull's eye too. 

Sarah was stunned by the excruciating pain that suddenly pulsed 
through her tortured breasts. Ms. Albright's words came racing back 
to her, the ones about how abusing a woman's breasts took the fight 
out of her. Sarah could feel the strength draining from her body, but 
she mentally willed herself to keep resisting, determined not to let 
the brutal bastard rob her of her virginity. Fortunately, Jake didn't 
repeat the punishing punches, for just a few more of such savage 
blows and she'd have been finished.  As it was, the waves of pain 
ran their course and gradually subsided. Instead, Jake had reached 
down and unzipped her skirt, clearly planning to strip her naked and 
complete his conquest. Desperately, she forced herself to be calm, 
waiting for that one chance to save herself. 

It might not have come at all, if Jake hadn't decided he wanted to 
kiss her. The arrogant oaf finally pulled the tank top up over her face, 
looking straight into your eyes. "You've been crying, Sarah," he said 
mockingly. "Let ‘Jakie' kiss the tears away for you." He lowered his 
booze smelling mouth toward hers,  and Sarah seized the only 
opportunity she was likely to get. She whipped her forehead upward 
into his, catching him by surprise. Startled, Jake relaxed his grip on 
her wrists slightly, and Sarah jerked her hands free. She pressed 
her fists together and slammed them down on the bridge of his nose 
as hard as she could, trying to break it. Jake reacted in pain, and 
Sarah was able to shove him off of her, quickly regaining her feet 
and tossing aside the tank top that tangled her lower arms. She 
immediately kicked off her sandals and slipped out her tight skirt 
to able to move freely.   	

Sarah was now seething with rage, angrier than she had ever been 
in her entire life. She was so furious that she no longer felt the 
terrible ache in her abused breasts. Throwing caution to the wind, 
she boldly stepped out of her white cotton panties and stood there 
totally unclothed, hands on her hips. Defiantly, she tossed aside 
her panties, spread her legs wide and threw down a challenge. 
"All right, you son-of-a-bitch. Here's what you want," she said, 
gesturing to her naked crotch. "Let's fight for it. But you'd better 
take a good look at it while you can, because you're never going 
to get it!"

Paul was slowly coming to his senses, and he could scarcely 
believe what he was seeing. Here was the woman of his dreams 
standing completely exposed and taunting the much bigger Jake. 
Paul thought she looked unbelievably beautiful. Her body had 
scarcely an ounce of fat on it, and she kept her light brown pubic 
hair neatly trimmed (a trick she'd learned in New York; really turns 
the guys on, her friends had told her). Her youthful breasts jutted 
out firmly, without the slightest sign of sagging. The beautiful 
mammaries appeared slightly red from Jake's manhandling, but 
that only made them look even more desirable. Jake's erstwhile 
conqueror stood confidently, daring her enemy to make the first 
move. Sarah noticed Paul watching and motioned for him not to 
interfere. This was going to be her fight, to win or to lose all by 
herself.

"Keep taking pictures, Tommy, dammit!" Jake snarled. "By all 
means do," Sarah countered. "I'm going to want some souvenirs 
of this day myself." Tommy obligingly snapped several Polaroids 
of her as she stood there in all her naked glory. And then Jake 
charged straight at her.

Sarah nimbly sidestepped her charging adversary and kicked his 
legs from out under him as he passed. Jake fell heavily to the 
ground, and Sarah could easily have kicked him between his legs 
if she had wanted to.  But she intended to take her time about 
destroying this brute, and a kick in the balls just then might have 
ended it all too soon. And anyway she meant to save the best 
for last, when she could enjoy cracking his nuts slowly and most 
thoroughly.

Paul had spotted a broken limb lying on the ground and determined 
to club Jake to death with it if necessary to save Sarah. However, 
Sarah clearly wasn't the one who needed help at the moment. Jake 
struggled to rise to his feet, and Sarah fired a hard sidekick into 
his head from behind. The lust filled Milkman promptly fell flat on 
his face again. From his low vantage point, Paul had a brief but 
glorious view between Sarah's raised and parted legs and immediately 
fell in love with her all over again.

"Come on, Jake," Sarah taunted. "Is that the best you can do? Looks 
like you don't really want me after all." She kicked Jake hard in the 
side and quickly dodged away as he reached out to grab her ankle. 
She repaid his move with a snap kick to his face, finishing the job 
she'd started of breaking his nose. Blood streamed from his nostrils 
and that should have ended the fight for any ordinary mortal. But Jake 
seemed to be the devil incarnate, at least as far as Sarah could see.

Jake managed to get up on all fours and hurled himself at Sarah, 
catching her around the knees. Sarah went down, and Paul reached 
for the tree limb in panic. But Sarah once again showed she was in 
control. She cupped her hands and slammed them hard on Jake's 
ears, a punishing blow Ms. Albright said had been popular with the 
former Soviet KGB. Jake released his grip and Sarah easily slithered 
free. She rewarded Jake with a quick kick in the throat, leaving him 
choking for breath.

Sarah taunted him again, shaking her bare breasts in his face. 
"Don't you want me after all? Here's my pussy, Jake. Don't you 
even want to see it? Let me remind you what you're fighting for." 
She spread her legs over his head, allowing her hated tormentor to 
gaze at the treasure that lay between them. "Maybe it's boys you 
really like. Is that why you hang around with Tommy?"

Jake could see her pretty pink lower lips protruding ever so 
slightly from their white clamshell container, but he had abandoned 
all feelings of lust for her. Right now what he wanted to do was 
crush the life out of this naked slip of a girl. He wanted to destroy 
her once and for all! Jake swung his fist upward at her crotch, but 
Sarah nimbly danced away from it. She began circling her fallen foe, 
cautiously allowing him to arise to his feet.

Sarah's blows had slowed Jake down to the point that she felt 
she could handle him face to face. Besides, letting him stand 
gave her better access to his testicles, and she had decided 
the time had come to start targeting them. Jake had proven that 
he had an unbelievably high pain threshold, so she knew that 
she could enjoy busting his balls for quite a long time. "Keep 
taking pictures, Tommy," she shouted, knowing the best was 
about to come.

Jake clumsily swung his fists at Sarah, but she slapped them 
away and stood her ground. Quickly, she fired a toe kick into 
his balls, trying to put just enough force behind it to remind 
him how much it hurt to get hit down there. But Jake didn't even 
noticeably react to her ball bouncing scrotum punt. He reached 
out for Sarah with both hands, causing her to step back and fire 
a ferocious kick into his oversized nuts. This time Jake doubled 
up, and Sarah began circling him once again. Jake reached out 
for her repeatedly, but every time all it got him was another boot 
in the balls. Sarah was thoroughly enjoying herself, amazed at 
how much ball punishment the tough son of a bitch could take. 
She made a mental note to write Ms. Albright about it, grinning 
at the idea of telling her teacher she'd fought totally nude.  
("Maybe I'd better leave that part out," she decided. Nude 
combat was a bit daring, even for New York City.) 

Much as she was enjoying herself, Sarah decided she'd better 
end her fun before Jake managed to land a lucky punch. She 
slipped under his next try at grabbing  her and swept his legs 
out from under him. Jake landed heavily and she began launching 
kicks into him from every angle. She kicked him repeatedly in the 
ribs, stomach, kidneys, testicles (most fun of all!), and throat. 
Several times she targeted his broken nose, causing it to bleed 
again. Jake rolled around on the ground trying to dodge her flying 
feet, but he was far too gone by now. He was gradually giving up, 
and Sarah realized it was time to teach the bastard a lesson he 
would never forget.

"Had enough, Jake?" she demanded. "I can keep this up all day 
if you want to." It almost killed him to do so, but Jake finally begged 
for quarter. "Strip naked!" Sarah ordered. "Toss your clothes over 
there and stand up." Sober now, thanks to his beating, Jake did as 
he was told and rose to his feet unsteadily. "Now beat off for me. 
And don't be shy about it!"Jake reluctantly began pumping himself 
and Sarah ordered Tommy to take a few photos of the performance. 
Jake closed his eyes and wanked away, finally unloading all that 
he had in his battered balls. Tommy used the last of his film recording 
Jake's impressive blast off. Jake spewed out even more than he had 
the last time Sarah beat him, shooting not just once but three times
in succession. Then he stood there with his shoulders sagging, totally 
whipped and humiliated for the second time by this naked little wisp 
of a girl.

"Now listen carefully, Jake," Sarah told him coldly. "If you ever lay 
a hand on me again, I swear by all that's holy that I will stomp both 
your balls flat and leave you singing soprano! Do you believe me?" 
Jake nodded his understanding, having had enough of this woman 
to last him the rest of his life. "Tommy, give me the Polaroids," she 
ordered. "Now be a good boy and disappear, and I won't hold this 
against you." Tommy gratefully handed over the photos and vanished 
through the trees, happy to be getting off so easily. 

"Jake," she continued, "lie face down with your arms under your 
chest and spread your legs wide. I've got one last lesson to teach 
you." Jake looked frightened, but Sarah reassured him. "Don't worry. 
I promise I'll leave your balls intact – this time anyway."

Jake did as he was told and Sarah squatted between his legs. She 
reached forward and grabbed his big balls, clutching one firmly in 
each hand. She grinned in triumph as she tugged and twisted on 
those hardboiled eggs, delighted to have her abuser's most sensitive 
parts completely at her mercy.  "Remember what I told you, Jake. 
Bother me one more time and I'll destroy these for you." Jake 
groaned out his understanding. "The tables are turned now, aren't 
they?" she asked. Jake didn't reply, so Sarah repeated the question, 
squeezing his already bruised balls brutally hard. Jake sucked in 
his breath and mumbled, "Yes." "I can't hear you!" Sarah said 
through clenched teeth, alternately crunching one testicle after the 
other. "Yes!" Jake spat out. "Yes, what?" she demanded. "Yes, 
ma'am!" the subdued Milkman finally shouted, as Sarah tightened 
her vice like grip. "Are you ever going to bother me again?" "No, 
ma'am," Jake promised. "Are you ever going to play Milkman on 
any of the other girls at school again?" "No, ma'am," Jake sobbed, 
as Sarah mashed his balls one against the other. Satisfied with 
his promise, she finally eased -- but did not release -- her iron grip 
on his tortured testicles.

"All right, Jake, now just one last nut cracking and I'll let you go." 
Sarah grasped his balls firmly once again and began squeezing with 
all her might. Jake suddenly realized what she was going to do 
and blurted out a terrified "no…!" He struggled to rise, but Sarah held 
him down by his nutsack and continued crushing his cum containers, 
even leaning forward to add her weight to the pressure on his balls. 
Jake cried out in agony from the unbearable pain. Then he mercifully 
passed out. 

Sarah looked up to see Paul standing next to her, her clothes in 
his hand. "I'd always wanted to knock a man out by squeezing 
his balls like that," she told him. "Ms. Albright said it was possible 
and I wanted to see for myself." Paul was looking a bit sheepish, 
not quite knowing what to say to a naked lady who had just beaten 
the school bully to a pulp for the second time. Most likely he was 
even a bit afraid of his "Amazon" girl friend just then. Sarah smiled 
and took him by the hand. "Come with me," she said, leading him 
further into the park. They left the unconscious Jake sprawled face 
down behind them. Quite obviously, Sarah had further adventures 
planned to finish off what was clearly going to be the most memorable 
birthday of her young life. Paul just hoped those plans didn't involve 
squeezing his balls, too.

Sarah took her clothes from Paul and dropped them on the grass. 
She sat down and motioned to him to sit beside her. Paul could see 
that her breasts had small purple bruises from Jake's manhandling 
and didn't know exactly what he was supposed to do next. Amused 
by his bewilderment, Sarah took his hands and placed them on her 
breasts. "Touch them," she ordered, "but be gentle. They still hurt. 
And Paul," she added, "remember this. Nobody takes me by force. 
But I'm going to give myself to you because I want to. That is a 
woman's right." 

Sarah could scarcely believe how aroused she had become by her 
naked combat with Jake, especially its delightful ball busting finish. 
She had originally intended only to do a bit of kissing with Paul, 
plus maybe some bare breast fondling, but in her present condition 
she had decided to go all the way. Her sixteenth birthday seemed 
as good a time as any to make the irreversible transition from 
childhood to that of an experienced woman. 

Paul needed little encouragement to persuade him to stroke those 
breasts he so admired. Sarah even thanked him for standing up to 
Jake for her. "I made a fool of myself," he said. "No, you didn't," 
she replied. "That took courage. Do your balls still hurt?" To Paul's 
astonishment, Sarah unzipped his fly and slipped her hand into his 
trousers. She found his still sore testicles and began massaging 
them. "Take off your clothes," she ordered, and he was happy to 
obey, though he was more than a little shy. "I'm sorry my balls 
aren't nearly as big as Jake's," he mumbled apologetically. Sarah 
told him she was quite happy with what he had and stroked his 
semi-stiff penis into a raging hard-on. She noticed that Paul's 
circumcised prick was just about the same size as Tommy's, but 
disliked that comparison and forced it from her mind. 

"Lie down," she told him. When he had done so, she knelt over 
him, allowing him to admire her feminine charms at close range. 
"I showed Jake everything that I have just to let him know what 
he could never get. I'm showing it all to you because I am about to 
share it with to you." Paul's blood was pounding in his brain as he 
peered upward at the prettiest pussy in the whole world, in his 
opinion anyway. Sarah spread her pink lips wide for him. "Look at 
my cherry, Paul," she said, "because you're the man who's going 
to get it." She then lowered herself down onto his face and Paul 
instinctively began eating her out.

After a few minutes, Sarah slid herself back to rest easily on 
Paul's body. Her lips touched his, while her breasts pressed 
softly against his chest. Paul knew that if he had died and gone 
to heaven, he couldn't have been any happier he was than right 
then. Sarah slowly brought herself up to a sitting position. "I 
want to remember my first time forever," she said, "so I'm going 
to make it go slowly." With that, she began running the tip of his 
penis up and down between her delicate flower-petal-like pussy 
lips. When she felt she was wet enough, she placed Paul's 
mushroom-shaped dick head at the mouth of her unopened love 
tunnel and began pressing down on it. His bigger than average 
prick hurt her as she forced it into herself, stretching wide her 
tiny hole and tearing through her hymen, but it was nowhere as 
painful as she had expected. Inch by inch, she swallowed his 
manhood with her no longer virgin cunt. Once she had finally 
taken him in all the way, she began moving up and down on him, 
posting like a jockey on a racehorse. Except that this was one 
race Sarah knew she would win. When she felt Paul stiffen inside 
her, she stopped moving immediately. "No!" she told him. "Don't 
cum inside me!" She clenched her vaginal muscles down hard 
on his prick and held it immobile. When she felt Paul's passion 
subside, she began riding him once again. Twice more she had 
to stop him from climaxing, but at last she was herself overwhelmed 
by an unbelievably strong orgasm -- her first ever with a man 
inside her. Sarah collapsed on his chest, and poor Paul felt his 
prick slowly deflate with frustration.

After a few minutes, Sarah kissed him and apologized. "Don't 
worry," she said. "I'm not going to leave you with blue balls," 
using a term she'd picked up in New York. "Let me help you 
finish." She lay down beside him and told him to fondle her 
breasts. At the same time, she took his wilted penis in her hands 
and quickly turned it back into a telephone pole. "You have a 
nice prick," she told him, stroking her new play thing affectionately. 
"Some day I'm going to suck it for you." Her words, combined with 
her skilful pumping, brought Paul to orgasm almost immediately. 
She noted with pleasure that he shot off an even heavier load than 
either Jake or Tommy had at school. "Nothing wrong with his 
balls," she thought, gradually feeling him go limp in her hand.

The two of them explored each other's bodies for another hour or 
so, and then dressed to go back home. If Sarah's parents noticed 
anything different about their daughter, at least they had the 
courtesy not to say anything. Sarah and Paul became the campus 
couple, while Jake disappeared from sight. Sarah heard "through 
the grapevine" that Jake had barely managed to get home that 
day, his nutsack swollen twice as big as normal. He told everyone 
that he had been jumped by a motorcycle gang. Jake soon dropped 
out of school and joined the Marine Corps, confirming Sarah's 
suspicion that the Marines really would take just about anybody.

Oh, and remember those Polaroids? Paul scanned a few of Jake 
getting his balls busted with only Sarah's back showing, plus 
the ones of Jake wanking nude for Sarah. He made sure they 
got posted in the Internet news groups, where they made the 
rounds for some time. He even posted the wanking shots in gay 
groups to embarrass Jake in case the Marine Corps ever found 
out. Sarah was so pleased with her appearance in Tommy's 
frontal nudes of her that she let Paul scan and post them too, with 
her face discretely blurred to protect her identity. Her nude photos 
drew so much praise that she agreed to let Paul post a whole 
series of her. Paul bought himself a digital camera and they spent 
several days in the park photographing her delicious torso, naturally 
with time out for nostalgic visits to their first love nest in the woods. 
Sarah's pictures are still out there on the Internet. Of course, her 
face is turned or else half hidden by her brown pageboy hair. No, 
I won't tell you what alias Paul chose to call them by, and only Paul 
and Sarah know that little secret. Of course, Tommy would recognize 
her naked body. And that bastard Jake, wherever he is. But somehow 
I feel certain that those two will never tell.