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stereotypes and trivialises all sorts of things like child rape,
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Susie the Superhero {Riv Yavtry} (MMg rape, mg cons inc, Mg cons
oral, violence) (WIP)

*** Chapter 1 (547 words) ***

I'm in the middle of an amazing dream. I'm at the cinema on a first
date with Greg, the tall, blond star of the school soccer team. The
film is a soppy romance, my choice, but he is enjoying it anyway
because he's with me. He has his arm around me, and during a
particularly romantic bit, he pulls me towards him.

"I love you Susie, and I have done from the first time I saw you,"
he whispers, his lips angling towards mine…..

Brrring, brrring, brrring, brrring.

I reach out groggily and switch off the alarm. Like Greg would ever
take a second look at me, let alone go out on a date!

Saturday. A day for staying in bed late, then going into town with
my friends to look at all the pretty things my meagre pocket money
can't afford, to hang around making sarcy comments about the talent,
just as the boys like to hang around making sarcy remarks about us.

But not this Saturday. Mum has volunteered me to help at the church
fete. I don't even go to church but mum insisted, telling me it will
be good for my conscience to help others for a change. It's so
unfair, Robbie my brother doesn't have to go, but mum points out that
Robbie helped last year.

A bit about Robbie; he's fourteen, two years older than me, and not
bad looking. Sometimes he's my best friend in the whole world,
sticking up for me and giving me a shoulder to cry on. Other times
he's an obnoxious creep, trying to catch glimpses of me naked, or
trying to look up my dress in case I'm not wearing any panties.

Still half asleep, I make my way along the corridor to the bathroom.
Fortunately it's empty. Today was bad enough already without having
to wait for hours for Robbie to finish in there. They joke about
women taking a long time in the bathroom, but they've never met
Robbie.

I go in the bathroom and pull my nightie off, ready to get in the
shower. Then I scream.

Mum has warned me about periods, their purpose and how to live with
them, but somehow all that counts for nothing when I see the red
stain on the gusset of my panties.

Just my luck, first through the door is Robbie. He just stands there
grinning, and ogling my goosebumps, as I call them. I raise my hands
to my chest to cover them but too late, he's already had a good long
leer.

Then mum arrives and shoos him out. She sees the red stain and hugs
me, dries my tears away and kisses me on the forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, Susie, you're a woman now."

She helps me clean up then helps me insert a mini-tampon.

"Does this mean I can stay home today?" I ask, tentatively.

"Susie, I'm ashamed of you. Periods are nothing to be afraid of. You
have to show them who's boss and not let them dominate your life."

Mum even makes me wear a dress. The first day of my first period and
I'm terrified that something will leak out, or the thing inside me
will fall out, and she makes me wear a dress!

*** Chapter 2 (428 words) ***

So here I am, on my way to the local church, really pissed off with
life in general. At least it isn't raining. Mum's taking some cakes
for the cake stand and she'll be along later.

Ahead I see Mrs Dawson, a sweet little old lady, walking her poodle.
Most little old ladies are mean and grumpy and hate kids, but Mrs
Dawson's nice, she always has a smile and a nice word for me,
although I really wish she wouldn't ruffle my hair. 

As she walks past a passageway between two houses, a boy wearing a
blue hooded fleece emerges and snatches at her handbag. In the
ensuing struggle Mrs Dawson falls over and relinquishes her grip. The
boy starts to run away with his booty.

Now I'm really, really pissed off.

"Hey you," I shout, and set off in pursuit.

Now that was a very silly thing to do. The boy has a twenty yard
headstart, a foot advantage in height and must be more than twice my
weight. I have no idea what I'm hoping to accomplish.

Suddenly I've caught up with him and I see the look of astonishment
on his face, probably mirroring the equal astonishment on my face. I
give him a gentle push and he flies up in the air and clean over a
six foot brick wall, fortunately dropping the handbag in the process.

I take the handbag back to Mrs Dawson. She's on her feet again and
seems unharmed, although a bit shaken. I give her back the handbag.
She ruffles my hair.

"Thank you my dear. It's a pity you're not faster on your feet,
you'd never have caught him. It's a good thing he tripped when
jumping that wall."

I'm shocked. Didn't she see me catch up with the hoodie and push him?

Too gobsmacked to argue, I continue on my way to the church. I feel
strangely weak and want to return home but I know I'll be in deep
trouble with mum if I don't go to the fete.

I have to cross the park because the church is on the other side. I
feel my legs go all wobbly. I can hardly stand, let alone walk. What
is wrong with me? I don't want anyone to see me like this so I
stagger, then crawl, into a clump of bushes. My strength gives out
completely and I just lie there helplessly, half of me wanting
someone to find me and help, the other half wanting me to be left
alone in this debilitated state. 

*** Chapter 3 (955 words) ***

Some time later I hear voices. Two scruffy-looking men, probably in
their early twenties, emerge into the middle of the clump of bushes.
They're smoking some odd looking cigarettes giving off a strange
herbal scent. The men are talking funny too.

"Hey man, this is some good shit." The man is wearing a grey t-
shirt, although it probably started as white.

"Yeah man, it's the best." Blue t-shirt.

"I love you, man."

"Man, I love you too."

Then they notice me lying there.

"Hey little lady, you want some shit?" asks grey t-shirt, holding
out his ciggy.

I'm unable to move or answer. This annoys the man who asked the
question.

"Then fuck you!" he says, aggressively.

"Hey, why not?" That was blue t-shirt.

"Why not what?"

"Fuck her. She doesn't look like she'll mind."

"She's only a kid."

"Let's have a look at her anyway."

Blue t-shirt pushes my dress up over my hips, exposing my panties.
He sticks his thumbs in the waistband and tugs my panties down my
legs then over my ankles and off.

"Well lookey here," says blue t-shirt. He's seen the string from my
mini tampon. He tugs it and the tampon slides out. It was clean white
when mum helped me insert it, now it's pinkish. 

"Proves she's old enough," continues blue t-shirt, tossing the
soiled mini-tampon into the bushes. 

"But she's on the rag," objects grey t-shirt

"I've got rubbers." Then blue t-shirt turns back to me. "You don't
mind, do you?" he asks.

I'm completely helpless. I find I can move my eyelids. What's the
code for quadriplegics, one blink for yes, two for no, or is it the
other way round? I blink my eyes twice and hope they understand.

"Well lookey," says blue t-shirt, "She's fluttering her eyelashes at
me. She really wants it."

Blue t-shirt fishes out his cock. It looks enormous, surrounded by
coarse, crinkly black hair. He tears a foil pack and puts a rubber on
his cock, then forces it inside me. The day keeps getting worse and
worse. I definitely didn't want to lose my virginity like this.

The rubber is lubricated but not enough and I'm not aroused and it
really, really hurts. I try to scream but nothing comes out. I feel
my eyes getting moist and I realise I'm crying. I feel my internal
organs get bruised as they're bullied out of the way to accommodate
the huge cock.

"Hey man, this is great. She's really tight inside."

The man pistons in and out. Strangely the pain seems to fade and I
feel a warm glow from my pussy. Surely I'm not enjoying this, I don't
want to enjoy it! The glow seems to spread through my body and
revitalise it. I also feel a strange tension growing in my pussy as
though something really good might be about to happen.

Suddenly blue t-shirt grunts and thrusts his cock in as far as it
will go, and I feel it jerking and spasming inside me. He pulls out,
and I feel a strange sense of loss. He peels off the condom and I see
the pool of creamy sperm at the end. He ties the condom in a knot
then tosses it in the bushes.

My weak feeling has gone. Surreptiously I try to bend a finger and
it responds. I'm back! However I decide to continue to lie supine,
wondering how much stronger I'll get if I'm raped a second time. Also
I want to see if the strange tension comes back.

Grey t-shirt fishes out his cock. It's big, again surrounded by
coarse, crinkly hair, but doesn't seem quite so enormous as his
friend's. Blue t-shirt gives him a foil packet and he takes out the
condom and peels it over his cock.

Grey t-shirt pushes his cock inside me and it doesn't hurt so much
this time. In fact it feels rather nice. Grey t-shirt takes his time
and I feel the glow again. The tension slowly builds to a crescendo
me as grey t-shirt fucks me slowly and deliberately then suddenly it
bursts and I feel my pussy spasm round grey t-shirts cock. I realise
what's happening; I'm having my first ever orgasm! As the result of
rape! Grey t-shirt starts fucking me hard and fast and a short time
later his cock is throbbing and jerking inside me.

Grey t-shirt pulls out, peels off the sperm-filled condom, knots it
and tosses it in the bushes.

"That was great man, she orgasmed on me," says grey t-shirt.

"No way!" says blue t-shirt, obviously not believing him.

I'm now fully invigorated and raring for action. I jump to my feet,
execute a spin and kick blue t-shirt's knee. I hear a satisfying
crunch as it shatters. Blue t-shirt lies screaming on the ground.

Grey t-shirt makes a reach for me. He wasn't so nasty to me so I'm
easier on him. I grab his arm, and give it a gentle tug until I hear
the 'pop' as it leaves its socket.

I grab my panties and make a fast getaway, heading for the park's
public restrooms. In the mirror I see what a mess I look, all
dishevelled and with grass stains on my dress.  I insert one of the
spare mini-tampons I have with me and put the panties back on.

I get to the church two hours late. Mum's already there and hits the
roof. I tell her I was attacked in the park but she thinks I'm lying
and I was playing with my friends. I'm grounded for a month, no trips
out with my friends at the weekend and no pocket money. Could the day
possibly have been worse?

*** Chapter 4 (479 words) ***

Moping in my bedroom that evening, I reflect on the day's strange
events. How have I suddenly got superhero powers? How did I know to
execute a spin-kick? Why did I go all weak until I was raped? Why
didn't I go weak again after taking my revenge on the rapists?

Next morning I at last have the luxury of a lie-in. My mini-tampon
is stained with pink but it didn't leak as my panties are still
clean. At least that's one thing I seem to be coping with.

Mum's already out at church and she stays afterwards to help lay on
Sunday lunch for the local old folks so she's out of my hair. Not
quite though, because when I get to the kitchen for breakfast there's
a note ordering me to go to the local shop for some milk. It's not
fair, why doesn't she ask Robbie to do it? I haven't seen or heard
Robbie so either he's still in bed or he's out with his BMX bikes.
He's really good at BMX and takes part in competitions, and he spends
hours cleaning and painting the bikes in preparation.

The shop is run by Mr Patel. He comes from India and he speaks with
a funny accent. The shop always seems to be open and he's always in
it, although sometimes his wife helps him too. Mr Patel's nice, and
sometimes gives me an extra sweet or two.

When I get to the shop I see there's a large man inside wearing a
balaclava over his head. He's pointing something at Mr Patel and
shouting at him to 'hand over the money'.

I rush into the shop. A quick karate chop shatters the man's wrist
and he drops the gun, a jab to the head and he's out cold. Mr Patel
calls the police, and with the robber still on the premises they
arrive quickly.

"It was Susie here," said Mr Patel, beaming at me. "She can be so
clumsy sometimes. She opened the door without looking and sent the
man flying."

I was gobsmacked again. How could Mr Patel not have seen what
happened? How could a shove from a glass door be violent enough to
render a man unconscious and yet the door didn't break or even suffer
a scratch in the process?

I pay for the milk and leave. Suddenly I realise I'm in trouble, I'm
getting weaker and weaker. I somehow manage to make it home before my
legs give out. Robbie isn't there. I scribble a note to him: 'Please
Robbie, I really, really need a fuck, explain later. Susie." I manage
to crawl upstairs and slide the note under Robbie's bedroom door then
crawl into my own room. I try to get onto my bed but my strength has
gone; all I can do is lie helplessly on the floor.

*** Chapter 5 (1110 words) ***

Some time later I hear Robbie come in. I hear him moving about in
the kitchen and then the kettle boiling as he makes himself a drink.
I pray that he comes upstairs to his room and reads the note. Usually
the loud 'clump', 'clump', 'clump' as he comes upstairs annoys me;
this time it causes feelings of intense relief until I hear him going
into the bathroom. I hear the tinkle of water into the toilet as he
has a pee, then the toilet is flushed. Robbie doesn't wash his hands,
another annoying habit, but if it means he gets to his room a few
seconds faster I don't care. I listen intensely as he leaves the
bathroom. Which way will he go, back downstairs or into his room? I
hold my breath and hope. 'Clump', 'clump', 'clump' along the
corridor; he's going to his room. Relief washes over me again. I hear
his door opening and I pray he sees the note.

"Hey guys, that's not funny, I'll get you for this!"

Robbie thinks his friends are playing a prank on him. My hopes are
dashed as Robbie rushes out of his room and races downstairs. I hear
him go into every room, trying to find the hiding place of the so-
called friend who left the note. Finding the downstairs empty, he
trudges back up to his room again. I hear him pause outside his room,
then the steps resume and he comes towards my room. Yes, I'm saved!

Robbie opens the door and sees me lying on the floor.

"Jesus, Susie, what's wrong?"

I can't speak so I just lie there. Robbie lifts one of my wrists and
places a finger on it. He is feeling my pulse. Satisfied that I'm
still alive he drops the wrist and it hits the floor with a dull
thud. He sees my eyes are open and, leaning over me he looks into my
eyes.

"What's wrong, Susie?"

I can't answer him.

"Shall I call a doctor?"

I try to shake my head, but I can't move it. However I can move my
eyeballs so I move them first left then right then left again in
imitation of a head shake. Robbie catches on quickly.

"So you don't want a doctor?" he asks for confirmation.

Up and down and up again.

"Has someone drugged you?" 

Left and right and left.

"What should I do?"

I just lie there, unable to answer, unable to think of a suitable
signal with my eyes. Slowly it dawns on Robbie.

"You really want me to fuck you?"

Up and down and up and down and up and down.

"Shit, you're my sister. It's not right."

He doesn't have any such qualms about seeing me naked! Up and down
and up and down and up and down. Robbie gets the message.

He gently lifts me up onto the bed and undresses me. Previously I'd
have killed him if he tried anything like this, but now he's my only
hope.

Off comes the t-shirt over my head, mussing my hair. I feel Robbie's
eyes staring at my little goosebumps. What's the big deal, he got an
eyeful yesterday. He leans forward and kisses them, then gently
teases my nipples with his tongue. Wow, that's  really nice, and I
feel the warm restorative glow start.

Robbie pulls off my jeans then panties. He has a long stare at my
pussy; this is new territory for him. Then he notices the string of
my mini-tampon.

"Jesus, Susie, I didn't know. My little sister is all grown up."

He tugs the tampon out, noticing the pink stains, and chucks it in
the wastebin. I'll have to fish it out and flush it later.

Now Robbie strips. He's got a nice body. His cock is already hard,
and mercifully it's smaller than the cocks of the men who raped me.
Actually I find myself thinking it looks rather nice. He's got a
sparse thatch of pubic hair round his cock, but not as coarse and
crinkly as the rapists.

I'm shocked at the way Robbie makes love to me. He kisses me
tenderly all over, apart from down there of course and even I
wouldn't want to kiss me down there while I'm having a period. I can
feel myself get wetter and wetter down below as he plays with my
breasts and nipples, then strokes my pussy gently, seeking out and
teasing my pleasure bump. How on earth did Robbie learn skills like
this? I didn't even know he had a girlfriend. I was seeing a side to
Robbie I'd never even dreamt of.

Robbie conjures up a foil packet from somewhere, rips it open and
peels the latex over his cock. Jesus, Robbie even has his own supply
of condoms! With his cock poised at the entrance to my pussy he stops.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

Up and down and up and down and up and down until I make myself
dizzy and my eyeballs hurt.

I'm so ready that Robbie's cock slides in easily. He fucks me
slowly, then speeds up, then slows down again. Robbie really knows
what he's doing. I feel the warm glow build and suffuse throughout my
body, and an orgasm builds inside me. Robbie seems to know this and
switches to fucking me hard and fast.

"Yes, yes, yes," I scream as my orgasm breaks, and Robbie's follows
shortly after.

"Jesus sis, you scared me. And you can speak now. What's with that?"

In post orgasmic reverie I cuddle my brother and explain everything,
including my superhuman powers and how they leave me weak and
helpless, the rapes in the park and how they revitalised me, and how
the people I'd helped put everything down to other causes. It's so
far fetched I'm surprised that Robbie doesn't laugh in my face, but
he cuddles me gently and strokes me then kisses me on the forehead.

"How did you get to be so great at sex?" I ask him.

Before he can answer we hear the door slam downstairs. Mum's home.
There's a frantic flurry as we get dressed. Robbie flees to his room.
I grab the soiled tampon from my wastebin and head for the bathroom
where I flush it and insert a replacement.

"Susie, are you still in bed?" I hear mum shout.

"No mum, I got the milk."

At least I'd done something right in her eyes, or so I thought.

"Too bad you couldn't be bothered to put in the fridge."

Oh shit, I'd been too preoccupied with other matters. That got me
another rollicking.

*** Chapter 6 (458 words) ***

The next few days things gradually return to a degree of normalcy.
How can I explain to my friends what was so heinous that I'm grounded
at weekends for a month? I certainly can't tell them about superhero
powers and rapes in the park. In the end I settle for something lame
about my mum's mood swings as though it's not my fault at all, which
in a way it isn't.

Robbie is friendly but distant. I think he's seriously weirded out
by having sex with his little sister. I badly want to talk to him
again but we never get the chance because when we're home together
there always seems to be someone around, either mum or Robbie's
friends. 

My period is over by Tuesday, so I no longer have to go around with
anything stuck inside me. Mum says they're erratic at first so I
might not get another one for months. On the other hand, that
probably means waking up with bloodstained panties again because I
won't know when it's about to start.

On Fridays we get out of school early. It's a nice day so my friends
and I head for the park, anxious for some time together before my
weekend curfew. The kiosk is open so we have ice-creams then sit in
the sun. Eventually it's time for us to head home, so we all split up
and go our separate ways.

Near the exit I need there's a circle of Asian boys. There's a
menacing air about them as if they're up to no good. Most passers-by
lower their heads as if that makes them invisible, then scurry past,
grateful not to get involved. But I'm a superhero, so I have to
investigate, right?

There's a young boy in the middle of the circle. He's wearing an
ipod. Who was stupid enough to give a boy that age an ipod and let
him wear it in public! The Asians are menacing him with knives. The
boy, crying now, unhooks the ipod and hands it over to the ringleader.

The comic books would say things like 'blam', 'splat' and 'ker-pow'
and that's not a bad description. The Asians youths are all lying on
the ground, writhing and crying in pain. I hand the ipod back to the
young boy.

"Gee thanks. It's lucky the freak whirlwind missed you or you'd have
been hurt too."

Harrumph! Annoyed at the lack of recognition I stomp off. Only I'm
not stomping very hard. Uh oh, I know what's coming.

I manage to get home. Mum's not around, but unfortunately neither is
Robbie. I climb the stairs and stagger towards my room. I hear voices
from Robbie's room. Oh no, he's got his BMX mates with him.

*** Chapter 7 (435 words) ***

I prop myself up on my door frame.

"Robbie, can you spare a minute," I call out, plaintively.

"Not now sis, can't it wait a bit? We're doing something."

"Please, it's important."

I hear sniggers from Robbie's room, then I hear him explaining that
I've got a 'medical condition'.

I manage to get into my room and lean over my bed, trying to crawl
onto it, but my strength is ebbing fast. Robbie comes into my room
and realises my predicament.

"Jesus sis, what was it this time?"

"A gang of Asians. They were mugging a kid," I just about manage to
gasp before my voice gives out.

"Jesus, this will have to be quick."

Robbie flips my school skirt over my hips then yanks my panties down
to my knees. He unzips and takes out his cock, then rubs it till it's
hard. He puts on a condom and thrusts straight into me without
preamble. It hurts because there's little lubrication and I'm not
aroused. He fucks me hard and fast. I'm getting little pleasure from
this loveless act but I feel the warm revitalising glow start from my
pussy and spread over my body. Robbie's cock throbs and jerks inside
me as he orgasms.

"Hey Robbie, are you giving her a good seeing to?" comes a catcall
from outside my bedroom door.

"Chill out guys, this is my sister. Do you think I'm having fun
here?" calls back Robbie.

"Thanks Robbie, I owe you," I whisper gratefully.

"That's okay sis. I'll get rid of these jerks then we can talk," he
whispers back.

I pull my panties back up and Robbie pulls off the condom and zips
up. He can't take the used condom with him so he gives it to me, then
goes back to join his friends.

I try to sniff the contents of the condom but all I can smell is the
latex. I dip my finger in the little pool of creamy stuff at the
bottom and hold it to my tongue. It's a bit salty and a bit tart but
not really unpleasant. I giggle as I wonder what Robbie would think
if he caught me sampling his sperm. I knot the condom as the rapists
had done then head for the bathroom. I drop the condom in the toilet,
pee, wipe myself then flush. To my horror the condom stays floating
in the bowl, I sealed in air in when I knotted it. I end up having to
fish out the condom, unknot it, then chuck it back in. Gross! This
time it sinks and flushes away.

*** Chapter 8 (526 words) ***

Robbie gets rid of his BMX mates then comes into my room to chat.  

"We can't keep doing this," he says. "It's wrong and we'll be in
deep shit if anyone catches us. We'll be split up and taken into
care."

"What am I supposed to do? I must have been given these powers for a
purpose. If you won't fuck me then who will? I don't want to be raped
again."

Robbie thinks for a while.

"How about if I enlist some of my friends, ones I can trust to keep
quiet."

"Not your BMX mates," I object, although I'm not really in any
position to bargain.

"No, they're a bunch of jerks. If one of those fucked you the whole
planet would know about it with half an hour."

Robbie has another think.

"I know, Colin, my lab partner!"

It shows how little I really know about my brother that I didn't
even know he has a lab partner called Colin.

"He's a complete nerd. I only paired up with him because I needed
some help with my science grades. He talks about you all the time so
I know he fancies you. And I'm sure he won't talk."

It's a bit unsettling that this Colin seems to know me but I don't
know him, and I have reservations about the emotional aspects of
having sex with someone who fancies me. What happens if my
superpowers disappear as suddenly as they appeared? How will Colin
take it if I no longer wanted to fuck him?

I would like to go out on a date with Colin first, as a sort of
tryout, but I'm still grounded at weekends. Reluctantly Robbie agrees
to invite Colin round to study one evening so he can introduce us.  

The evening arrives and Robbie and Colin go into Robbie's bedroom to
study. After a while Robbie emerges to fetch me.

"Come and meet Colin."

I'm dragged into Robbie's room and catch my first sight of Colin.
He's about the same height as Robbie but he's a bit skinny. He looks
a nerd, his large spectacles giving him an owl-like appearance.

Robbie introduces us. Colin holds out his hand and smiles in the
direction of my goosebumps. What is he staring at? There'd be more to
see if I stuck a couple of grapes down my top. I grasp his hand and
shake. Ewww, it's warm and clammy! Then the smell hits me.

I know Robbie sometimes doesn't wash his hands after peeing, but he
spends ages in the bathroom and most of the time he smells pretty
nice. Colin has an unpleasant, intrusive stale smell as though he
hasn't showered for a month.

Robbie and Colin return to their studying. There's no doubt Colin is
extremely clever, explaining things to Robbie using words I couldn't
even pretend to understand. But every so often Colin looks in my
direction and gives me a long stare with puppy-dog eyes. It's very
unnerving, he should be lusting after someone his own age, not
someone two years younger. And there's that smell!

After a while I excuse myself and return to my room.

*** Chapter 9 (685 words) ***

When Robbie and Colin have finished and Colin has left, Robbie comes
to my room.

"So you weren't impressed?" knowing the answer, but wanting
confirmation.

"He has a personal hygiene problem."

"You mean he's a bit stinky? You get used to it after a while."

"I'm sorry Robbie, I know you meant well but I really don't fancy
the idea of him fucking me."

"Okay. I'll try to think of someone else who might do."

"Robbie," I put on my best wheedling tone, "Would you help me with a
little experiment?"

"Sure thing. What do I have to do?"

"Let me suck your cock?"

Robbie looks completely shocked. 

"Why? No! It's wrong! I don't even want to think about it."

However the sudden bulge in his pants is telling a different story.

"Well," continuing the wheedling tone, "I know that getting fucked
revitalises me. I was wondering if I'd get the same benefit from
sucking someone's cock. And you've got such a nice one."

Robbie is speechless, just standing there, so I take matters into my
own hand. I kneel in front of him and unzip him. Extracting his cock
from his boxers is a challenge because it's hard, but eventually I
manage it. I lower my lips to the head and kiss it, then swallow it.

It tastes a bit stale and slightly of piss at first, but that soon
passes. I don't really know what to do so I suck it like a lollipop.
Robbie's obviously enjoying it because he doesn't go soft, but then
he doesn't seem to be getting near orgasm.

Robbie at last relaxes and goes with the flow. He thrusts his hips
forward, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, hitting my throat. I
gag, and he pulls away.

"Sorry," he mumbles, and gently strokes my hair by way of apology.

We're back to the same situation as before, just the head of
Robbie's cock in my mouth, then Robbie uses his hand to rub his
shaft. I feel his cock get even harder, and the head seems to swell.

Suddenly I feel the cock throb, and sperm shoots out and lands at
the back of my throat. I try to swallow it, but it's surprisingly
stringy so when a second spurt and a third spurt join it, I just hold
the lot in my mouth.

Robbie's cock stops spurting, and although it stays hard it doesn't
stay super-hard. He pulls it from my mouth, looking into my eyes with
a questioning look. I try to swallow the rest of Robbie's sperm but
it seems to get stuck in my throat. I desperately need a drink or
I'll choke so I race to the bathroom and swallow a beaker of water.

"I hope you're not fighting again up there!" calls mum from
downstairs.

"No mum," I call back, "I just needed to use the bathroom."

I flush the toilet as if I've just used it.

"Well don't forget to wash your hands."

Cheek, as if I'm the one who doesn't wash my hands after peeing, not
Robbie.

I return to my room and Robbie is still there, but he's put his cock
away.

"I guess you didn't like the taste, huh?"

"No, the taste was okay. It was just so stringy I couldn't swallow
it."

I didn't admit that I already knew what his sperm tasted like.   

"Did the experiment work? Did you get any benefit?" asked Robbie.

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Perhaps you have to do something superheroic first?"

"I don't think so. I felt revitalised after blue t-shirt raped me
but I continued to benefit while grey t-shirt was raping me."

"Perhaps that made you supercharged, so you didn't get weak after
you used your powers on the rapists?"

"Robbie, you're a genius, I think you're right." 

I reach up and kiss him on the cheek. Robbie actually blushes. That
is so cute. He's fucked me twice and I've sucked his cock but a peck
on the cheek makes him blush!

"Anyway, it's bedtime. I'll try to think of other candidates.
Goodnight."

Robbie bolts from the room.

*** Chapter 9 (611 words) ***

Friday arrives. It's mum's birthday.

I give her a card and a decorated cardboard box to keep her jewelry
in. She smiles and says 'thank you' but I can tell from her body
language exactly what will happen to it at the first opportunity.
What does she expect when I'm grounded and getting no pocket money?

Robbie also gives mum a card plus a new purse, and when she opens
the purse it's stuffed with money-off coupons at her favourite
clothes and shoe shops, cadged from his friends. Of course mum is
absolutely delighted with it.

"Since it's my birthday, I thought we'd do something special this
evening. I'll drive us to the city for a Chinese."

It makes no difference to me because I'm under curfew anyway. Robbie
doesn't look pleased but he doesn't object.

Friday afternoon I get out of school early and spend a couple of
hours in the park eating ice-cream and hanging out with my friends.
I'm pleased that there's no sign of the Asians, but there's no sign
of the little boy either.

For our meal out, I choose a nice top and a smart skirt. I hate
wearing skirts but I know it'll please mum and she makes a comment
about how nice it is not to have to make me change out of jeans.

We get to the city and park the car and head into the Chinese
quarter. All the restaurants along the pedestrianised main street are
busy, some even have queues snaking outside waiting for tables. On
impulse mum turns down a side street and we come across a small
restaurant which is completely empty. I think it's probably closed
but mum grabs my hand and tugs me through the door. I'm not sure
being empty is a good advert for the quality of the food they serve.

Surprisingly a waiter immediately appears, directs us to a table and
we order. The food is delicious and mum says she'll have to remember
this place for next time.

We finish off the meal with desserts and Chinese tea. Mum looks
around for the waiter to ask for the bill, but he seems to have
disappeared. Just as she starts to get annoyed, her cell phone rings.
She answers and discovers it's someone from the church; there are
problems with the church accounts and they have to be sorted out
yesterday. Mum goes outside to continue the call, although it's an
empty gesture since there's nobody in the restaurant to be disturbed.

I need to pee, so I get up and head for the toilets, although I make
a detour to walk past the kitchen door. Through the window I see the
waiter and a man wearing chef's clothing backed up against a wall by
a group of Chinese men in blue pinstripe suits waving meat cleavers.

I return to our table and fetch Robbie. His eyes widen as he looks
through the kitchen door. I grab a piece of chalk from the blackboard
which lists the day's specials, then enter the kitchen.

Bam, ker-pow, splat, and the blue pinstripes are all writhing in
agony on the floor.

"You naughty girl. Kitchen dangerous place. You almost hurt like men
when pressure-cooker explode," the chef remonstrates with me

Shocked that he didn't see what actually happened I turn to the
kitchen door; Robbie is now standing in the doorway.

"What did you see, Robbie?"

"I'm sorry sis," refusing to meet my eyes, "I saw a pressure-cooker
explode and the blast knock over the men."

As my legs go wobbly, I feel my eyes sting with tears. My brother
and only confidante doesn't believe me!

*** Chapter 10 (984 words) ***

My strength failing, I reach out and grab the doorpost to support
myself.

"Where's the pressure-cooker now?"

"Um, I guess it disintegrated," replies Robbie, a frown appearing on
his face as he realises how improbable that sounds.

The blue pinstripes who can stand are now getting up, helping their
more seriously hurt colleagues to their feet and sheepishly beating a
retreat towards a door leading to the back alley.

"What about the man by the sink? What do you see?"

Robbie's eyes widen with shock.

A bit about 'Sux'. It started as a private thing between me and my
dad before he died. It means 'Susie with a kiss'. I can't really
remember much about my dad, and using 'Sux' is my way of keeping his
memory alive. I use it on notes and letters and e-mails but only with
close friends and relatives. I would use it on my cell phone text
messages if mum would let me have a cell phone and I if could afford
one. Sometimes mean girls find out and chant 'Susie sux' at me until
the novelty wears off, but it means too much to me to stop using it.

Robbie looks at the jacket of the blue pinstripe using the sink to
help himself to his feet. On the back in large letters I had chalked
'Sux'.

"Jesus Susie, you were telling the truth. People do see something
entirely different."

He comes over to hug me by way of apology and ends up catching me as
my legs give out completely.

"The toilets," I gasp, my voice fading too.

Robbie half drags me across the empty restaurant and into the
toilets; fortunately mum is still outside on the phone. He chooses
the men's of course, not the choice I would have made. Lacking
anything better, he bends me over a washbasin for support. He flips
my skirt up over my hips and pulls my panties down to my knees. I'm
expecting a quick, brutal fuck again, but Robbie takes the time to
rub my pussy and tease my pleasure bump and I feel my pussy get wet
and the warm glow starts to suffuse through my body.

Robbie fishes out his cock, takes a rubber from his pocket and peels
it on. Jesus, what sort of fourteen year old boy takes condoms to his
mum's birthday celebration? I'm ready for him when he enters me and
he fucks me slowly and I realise he wants to give me pleasure to make
up for doubting me.

As the warm glow spreads through my body and I get control back, I
push back against Robbie's thrusts with my hips. I feel my arousal
grow but all too soon Robbie's cock starts throbbing and jerking
inside me as he orgasms.

I continue to press back against him, and Robbie stays hard,
although I suspect it's not the super-hard which accompanies orgasm.
Robbie resumes fucking me and seeks out my pleasure bump with his
hand and very soon I'm having a rather nice orgasm myself, enjoying
the feeling of my pussy muscles clenching round Robbie's hard cock.

Robbie pulls out of me.

"We'd better get back out there, mum might be waiting for us."

"I still need to pee."

Robbie chucks the used condom into a wastebin while I look round. I
don't fancy the look of the cubicles; they look disgusting, with
ominous puddles on the floor. The urinals are right next to me and
they look quite clean with no spills. I push my panties to my ankles,
waddle to the nearest urinal, lift the front of my skirt, bend my
knees wide apart, thrust my hips forward and relax my muscles, and a
pale yellow stream gushes from my peehole. I suddenly realise Robbie
is watching me intently.

"What are you looking at?" I snap at him.

"I've never watched a girl pee before. It's different."

Robbie moves away and I hear him putting coins in a machine. I
didn't know Robbie smoked!

My stream finishes, then I realise there's a problem.

"Robbie, where's the paper?"

"What paper?"

"The paper you wipe yourself on after you pee."

"Men don't wipe, they shake."

Ewwww, no wonder Robbie's cock tasted of pee. Robbie goes to a
cubicle and pulls off a dozen sheets of paper for me.

"Thanks. A couple would have done."

I dab myself dry, then chuck the tissues in the wastebin. I pull up
my panties then wash and dry my hands.

Robbie shows me a packet. He wasn't buying cigarettes, he was buying
a 3-pack of condoms.  He splits it open and keeps two for himself and
hands the third to me.

"Keep it handy, you never know when you'll need one. Ask me if you
need a replacement."

"Thanks. Sorry I can't pay you for it at the moment."

"Consider it payment for the blowjob." 

As if I needed payment; I was the one who had wanted to do it. I put
the condom in my pocket.

We head back to the restaurant. Mum is back, has paid the bill and
is waiting for us. She doesn't look happy. I hope she doesn't notice
my post-orgasmic flush.

"Where have you two been?

"Susie wasn't feeling well so I helped her to the toilets," replies
Robbie.

"It must have been something I ate, perhaps the ice-cream in…."

I see Robbie make a zipper motion across his mouth and I stop. Mum
probably doesn't know that we finish early on a Friday.

"The ice-cream in…?"

Mum won't let it drop.

"On the way home from school, I meant to say."

"Susie, you knew we were going out for a meal. Honestly, you seem
determined to ruin everything."

I'm in the doghouse again and there's an uncomfortable silence all
the way home, but at least I don't get my curfew extended or my
pocket money stopped for longer.

*** Chapter 11 (653 words) ***

Once per year my school has an Open Day. The evening before, the
pupils stay late to put up decorations and samples of work. Parents,
prospective parents and sometimes school governors and local
politicians come the next evening and make nice comments about the
work of the pupils, and parents meet with teachers and discuss the
work of their kids.

I know my mum won't come, she never does, but there are no free
passes and I have to stay late with the others putting things on
walls and setting up display stands.

At last the teachers decide everything is ready and we're allowed to
leave. As I walk towards home, I become aware of a commotion up
ahead. As I approach, I see that one of the blocks of flats is on
fire.

A bit about the flats: Two identical blocks, four storeys high, used
to house single mothers, illegals on benefits, ex-cons and others one
rung up from staying in hostels.

There are two fire engines parked in the road with lots of firemen
rushing to-and-fro like ants, seemingly without purpose. Quite a
large crowd has come to watch, and when I join them I can see flames
leaping out of the third storey window.

As I watch, I become aware of a woman a short distance away sobbing
loudly.

"My baby, someone save my baby."

"Your baby? Where?" I ask her.

Of course she points to a fourth story window.

Something seems a bit off, that the woman isn't telling the firemen,
but they seem totally disorganised and not in any position to attempt
a rescue.

I take a deep breath and sprint towards the block of flats. My
momentum carries me up the side of the building and with exhilarated
surprise I realise that I'm successfully running against gravity.
Unfortunately I'm not Superman and I can't fly and eventually gravity
starts to win, but with a desperate lunge I reach out and grab the
woman's window ledge.

I push of hard with my feet and execute a backwards flip, smashing
the window as I go through feet first into the lounge. Thick curls of
choking black smoke are just beginning to seep through the front door
of the flat, so I need to hurry.

I race round the flat looking for the baby: bedroom, no; bathroom,
no; kitchen, no; and now I'm back in the lounge. I hear movement and
it seems to be coming from under the sofa. I bend down to look
underneath and there's a black kitten. It suddenly Dawns on me that
this is the woman's 'baby'; I've used my superpowers to come and
rescue a cat!

I reach out a hand to try to coax the kitten out, but it hisses and
spits and tries to rake me with its claws. No problem for a
superhero, I'm far too quick and seconds later I have the cat safely
in my hands.

Now there's the problem of how to get out. The smoke is started to
seep in quite quickly now, and going out the front door is obviously
not an option. I look out of the broken window and see a drainpipe
about three feet away.

Holding the kitten in one hand, I leap from the window and catch the
drainpipe with my free hand. I carefully slither one-handed down the
drainpipe  

At the bottom I hand the kitten to the woman.

"Thank you," she says. "Isn't it amazing that when the window broke
from the heat, Sooty knew to jump out. And Sooty landed safely on all
fours, didn't you, baby. That's only eight lives to go."

I'm quickly forgotten about as the woman buries her face in the
kitten's fur and starts kissing it, oblivious to the thick, black
smoke now emanating from her flat.

I feel the first signs of weakness in my legs, and realise I have a
serious problem

*** Chapter 12 (1292 words) ***

I know I can't make it all the way home, and even if I can mum will
be there. I don't have a cell phone I can use to call Robbie; thanks
a bunch, mum! And there aren't any payphones nearby. I try to recall
my friends' addresses in case any of them live close enough but my
mind won't concentrate. Instead, in a panic I scour the crowd,
desperately hoping for a familiar face.

I almost don't recognise him because he looks so different. He is
clean and presentable and not wearing a grey t-shirt this time; he's
wearing a smart white shirt and tie and what looks like the bottom
half of a suit. At least he'd been reasonably considerate when raping
me, I console myself.

I manoeuvre round the edge of the crowd, trying to keep out of his
sight, until I'm able to stretch out my arms and wrap them around him.

"Hey, what the…..!"

 I have taken him by surprise. He looks down at me and suddenly
recognises me.  

"Hey, little lady, were you hurt when the branch fell on us? My
mate's leg was broken and my shoulder dislocated."

Phew, my guess is correct. He has a completely different memory of
events. 

"No, I must have left before then. But you hurt me when you raped me."

"Did I? I can't remember much from that weekend, I was stoned out of
my mind."

"Listen, I've got a problem."

"Hey, it's not mine, I used a condom."

"I know, that's not the problem. I need you to fuck me."

I rub my body up and down against his crotch, and feel his cock
start to swell.

"Hey, no way, you're just a kid!"

"That didn't stop you last time."

"That's only your word against the two of us."

"I kept the condoms."

I hadn't of course, but if I somehow come through this I reckon I
can probably find them if the park keepers haven't cleared them away
from under the bushes.

"Oh shit!"

I haven't realised how quickly my strength is failing. I feel my
knees buckle and I start to slide down grey t-shirt's body. I use the
last of my strength to fish the condom out of my pocket and hold it
out.

"Can't talk," I can barely whisper.

Grey t-shirt could have let me fall and walked away, but instead he
grabs me and holds me up, putting the condom out of sight in a pocket.

"Is everything alright?" I hear a woman ask, although I can't move
my head to look at her.

"It's my sister, she's a diabetic. I'll get her home and feed her
some sugar and she'll be right as rain."

Way to go, grey t-shirt, good thinking!

Grey t-shirt picks me up and carries me away from the crowd. He
takes me towards the other block of flats and I realise he must live
there. He only goes up one flight of steps so he lives on the second
storey. His flat looks almost identical to the woman's, but
surprisingly it's a complete contrast to what I would have expected
from his appearance the first time I saw him, being clean and well
furnished.

Grey t-shirt carries me into the bedroom and lays me on the bed. The
bed is made and the linen clean.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks. 

I can't answer, I just lie there immobile. He sighs to show his
reluctance.

Grey t-shirt flips the front of my school dress up over my stomach,
revealing my white panties. He gently tugs them down my hips, then
legs, then ankles, leaving me naked from the waist down. He has a
long stare at my pussy then sighs again.

"I can't believe I fucked you. I was definitely out of my mind."

Grey t-shirt parts my legs and crawls between them. To my surprise
he lowers his head and kisses my pussy! Thank God I'm not having a
period.

He probes inside with his tongue, licking my peehole and teasing my
pleasure bump, and I feel the revitalising glow start to emanate from
my pussy. That's not the only thing I feel, and I hope he doesn't
stop.

Grey t-shirt forces his tongue deep inside me and uses his thumb to
tease my pleasure bump. I feel tension rapidly building inside me and
the revitalising glow swamp my body.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I cry as I buck my hips against grey-t-shirts head,
my orgasming pussy clenching his tongue.

As my orgasm dies away, grey t-shirt lifts his head from my pussy.
His mouth and chin are glistening with my juices.

"Hey little lady, you're back with us. That was quite a ride. I
didn't think you had it in you."

"You don't know how grateful I am, you're a lifesaver."

"You still want to fuck?"

Actually I didn't, but in the circumstances I could hardly refuse.

"Please. I want to feel you inside me."

Grey t-shirt fishes out his cock and puts on my rubber. I must
remember to ask Robbie for a replacement.

Because I'm so wet he enters me easily. He fucks me slowly at first,
as though realising I need time to recover from the first orgasm. As
he feels me responding he speeds up until he's pistoning hard and
fast. I feel the revitalising glow from my pussy again even though I
no longer need recharging.

Grey t-shirt cums first, his cock throbbing and jerking inside me,
and he brings me off to quite a nice second orgasm by leaving his
semi-hard cock inside me while he teases my pleasure bump.

"Thank you, that was nice."

"Any time, little lady."

"Don't say that lightly, I might need you again."

"What's with the fainting thing, is it some sort of medical condition?

"Something like that."

Grey t-shirt's watch beeps, and suddenly I realise how late I am.

"Oh shit, got to go, mum will kill me."

"Okay little lady, take care of yourself now."

In my haste to leave I don't even ask his name which is silly; I
can't keep calling him grey t-shirt, especially since he wasn't
wearing one.

I dash home as fast as I can. Actually I don't because I don't use
superpower speed because I don't stop to realise that it would be
safe to do so in my supercharged state.    

Mum's waiting when I get home, face like thunder. She smells the
smoke on my clothing. I try to explain about stopping to watch the
fire, but it's in vain and I get a rollicking and a fortnight's
additional weekend curfew with no pocket money.

Robbie's home and in his room so I knock and enter. I ask him for
another condom, and he hands one over.

"What happened?" he asks.

I tell him about the fire at the flats and thinking the woman's baby
was in peril but it was only a cat and finding grey t-shirt in the
crowd only he wasn't wearing a grey t-shirt and how I blackmailed him
into fucking me and then mum not believing me about the fire and
giving me an extra fortnight without privileges.

Robbie hugs me tightly. 

"I'm sorry Susie, you did what you thought was best. Did grey t-
shirt hurt you again?"

"No, it was great. He licked my pussy and gave me an orgasm before
he fucked me."

Robbie tenses and scowls; I realise he's jealous!

"He's not as good at fucking as you are though, you're the best
brother in the world."

I lean up and give him a peck on the cheek, wishing him 'goodnight'
and flee, not wanting to exacerbate the embarrassed blush I see break
out on his face.

*** Chapter 13 (928 words) ***

Saturday comes, and because I'm not allowed out I stay extra late in
bed. When I finally get up and make my way down for breakfast, mum's
in the kitchen.

"There you are, you decided to get up last. There was something
about a fire in the flats in the local paper so you might have been
telling the truth. How would you like the chance to earn back the
fortnight's privileges?"

"Sure, what do I have to do?"

"Here are the church accounts. Take them round to Mrs Eldridge this
afternoon."

Mrs Eldridge is a very nice, very large black lady, who prides
herself on getting a 'Lord Jesus' into virtually every sentence.
However the area she lives in is not very nice with a high crime rate.

"Will I be safe? I thought there was a lot of gang trouble round
there."

"Of course you will. You'll be going in broad daylight. Who would
want to trouble a little girl carrying church accounts? Besides, if
you stop using the streets because of those people, they've won."

I'm far from convinced but I guess with my superpowers I'll be able
to take care of myself.

After lunch, my mum takes great pains to show me the accounts being
sealed into a large envelope. Obviously she doesn't trust me, but
does she think I would want to read a boring old set of accounts?

I set off. At least mum didn't make me wear a dress. The weather's
dry and sunny so it's quite nice to be out of the house. It's quite a
long walk and everything goes fine. Until I turn into the estate
where Mrs Eldridge lives. 

There's a group of black youths congregating round a doorway. I
suppose I could cross the road, but I remember what my mother said.
Unfortunately the black youths aren't reading from the same hymn
sheet and when I try to walk past a tall youth steps in front of me,
blocking my way.

"Hey there, what's the rush? What you doin in our hood?"

"I'm exercising my legal right to walk along this pavement."

"And where you goin in such a hurry?" 

 "Going about my lawful business."

The black youth suddenly looks very menacing. Sticking up for my
rights was probably not the best thing to do; I've ended up
antagonising him.

"Be nice now, chill out wid us for a while."

I spoke in what I hoped was a quiet, menacing tone, "If you try to
stop me delivering this to Mrs Eldridge, I will do something which
will turn out very nasty for you."

Damn, I had told him where I was going. To my surprise he breaks out
in a broad grin.

"Hey, she the nice church lady! Why didn't you say so?"

The youth makes an exaggerated gesture for me to continue on my way.
I'm a couple of steps past the group when the youth calls out,
"Nathan, Clyde, escort the lady, make sure she don't get no hassle
from da Funhouse Crew."

Two of the youths separate from the group. One looks as though he
could be Mrs Eldridge's son because he's rather well padded. The
other looks a bit younger with a slender build and is actually quite
cute.

The chubby youth identifies himself as Clyde, the cute youth as
Nathan.

"Don't worry about Dwayne," says Nathan, "He likes to act tough but
he's a pussycat really."

I guessed Dwayne was the tall youth who tried to stop me, a pussycat
who nearly lost one of his nine lives.

"What's the problem with the Funhouse Crew?" I ask.

"We're the Truckin Crew. We were pretty much all born and brought up
round here. The FunHouse Crew are recent arrivals, they're trying to
take over our area and flood it with drugs and prostitutes." 

Nathan is clearly the more articulate and conversational of the two.

We turn into Mrs Eldridge's street. It's clearly not a nice place to
be with lots of boarded-up houses and 'For Sale' signs.

We're just passing an empty house when four black men emerge from
the next property. They look to be in their early twenties, and have
a menacing air about them.

"Quick, turn back," whispers Nathan, "It's the Funhouse Crew."

We do an about turn only to find three more men have emerged from
the property behind us. I see a flash of steel. The men are carrying
knives.

"Oh shit," whispers Clyde, "We're in deep shit."

I think fast.

"Nathan, if we get out of this unscathed, will you fuck me?"

"What? No way! You're just a kid. Look at you, not even a decent ass
to grab."

"Hey, I will," volunteers Clyde.

"Promise?"

Clyde winks at me, but he's not smiling.

The Funhouse Crew slowly converge on us. They know they have us
trapped, they're just being careful in case we pull knives on them.
The property has a hedge and I stuff the accounts envelope into it
for safe keeping. I get down on my knees and clasp my hands in prayer.

"Our Father, who art in heaven…"

Nathan and Clyde's attention is now focussed on the Funhouse Crew
and vice versa.

Biff, Bam, Splat, Ker-Pow! I'm careful not to break any legs because
I want the Funhouse Crew to be able to run away. Once they are all
disabled and in retreat, I return to Nathan and Clyde and lie on the
pavement next to them, trying to pretend I fainted. I'm also hoping
being supine will postpone my inevitable debilitation.

*** Chapter 14 (1272 words) ***

"Wow!" exclaims Clyde.

"Where did it go?" asks Nathan.

At this point I pretended to revive.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Didn't you see it," responds Nathan.

"See what?"

"The elephant."

"What elephant?"

"The elephant that came charging down the street and chased off the
Funhouse Crew," replies Nathan.

"It must have escaped from a circus," adds Clyde.

"So we're unscathed?"

"I guess so," replies Nathan.

I fish the condom out of my pocket and hold it up towards Clyde. He
reaches out and takes it with a grin that says he's the cat about to
get the cream. He's so eager he would happily fuck me where I lie, on
the pavement in public view.

"Hey, somewhere private," I insist, "Carry me behind this hedge."

Clyde picks me up easily, and carries me to the other side of the
hedge. There's a small paved area between the hedge and the house,
hard and dusty yet just about room enough.

Clyde lays me on the hard concrete paving stones, then crudely
gropes my goosebumps through my t-shirt. For some reason they feel
tender and the attention they're getting is unwelcome, but I decide
to tolerate it.

His idea of foreplay over, Clyde tugs down my jeans and panties, and
I feel the cold stone against my buttocks. Clyde pulls his sweatpants
down to his knees. He's not wearing any underwear and his cock is
already hard. It's a bit like Clyde in shape, not very long but very,
very thick.

With difficulty Clyde stretches on the condom; it's not meant for
someone with his girth. He parts my knees and kneels between them.

"Are you ready for this?" he grins, not noticing I've gone all
floppy and unable to talk.

Without adequate lubrication, it really, really hurts when Clyde
forces his cock into me. It feels like he's trying to split me open
with a tree-trunk. I would have screamed if I was able. Despite that
I feel the warm glow start to emanate from my pussy.

Because of his girth and my smallness, Clyde is unable to move in-
and-out, instead lying on top of me, crushing me with his weight,
while he rocks his hips backwards and forwards.

"Christ, she's so tight, you don't know what you're missing," grins
Clyde at Nathan.

I see that Nathan is standing guard to deter any possible passers-
by, but is also sneaking quick peaks at us. His cock is forming a
tent in the front of his jeans. I wish it was Nathan fucking me
instead of Clyde.

The warm glow floods my body and I feel myself recharged. Just in
time because Clyde's cock throbs inside me, then he pulls out and
dismounts. Clyde peels off the used condom and tosses it into the
hedge.

Strangely I feel a great emptiness and sense of loss. Underneath the
pain my pussy had been getting aroused and now I feel frustration
that I'm not going to get an orgasm. Clyde pulls up his sweatpants,
covering his now-flaccid cock. He won't be ready to go again for a
while, and I wouldn't want him to anyway. I consider begging Nathan
to fuck me. He obviously wants to, standing there with his cock
sticking out, but I haven't got another condom. I groan at the
frustration; perhaps Robbie will relieve me when I get home.

I get to my feet, dust myself off as best I can then put my panties
and jeans back on. As I move I realise how sore I am down below. I
don't think I'll be asking Robbie after all.

"Thanks, that was nice," I lie to Clyde.

"Hey, you da best," he grins broadly. 

I've still got the church accounts to deliver, so I retrieve the
envelope from the hedge. Although there's no longer a threat from the
FunHouse Crew, Nathan and Clyde insist on accompanying me the rest of
the way.

We're quite close to Mrs Eldridge's house, and when we get there I
step forward and rap with the door knocker. Mrs Eldridge answers
quite quickly.

"Hello Mrs Eldridge," I get in first.

"Well, praise the Lord Jesus, if it isn't little Susie. What a
welcome surprise. And Nathan and Clyde too, up to no good I've no
doubt."

"My mum asked me to bring the church accounts round."

I thrust the envelope at Mrs Eldridge and she takes it from me.

"Thank you. Would you like to come in for some home-made lemonade
and cookies?"

I don't need to look at Clyde to see his eyes light up.

"No thank you, I'd better be getting back." 

"Well, goodbye then, and may Our Lord go with you. And Nathan and
Clyde, don't go mixing with that Dwayne or he'll get you into
trouble."

"Goodbye Mrs Eldridge," we chorus, then we turn and leave.

"I'm sorry if you wanted the lemonade and cookies, guys, but I don't
think I could have stood that for long."

"Aw, she's alright really," says Nathan.

"Yeah," agrees Clyde, still miffed at missing out on the treats.

A sort way along the street a police car pulls up alongside us with
two white, male policemen inside. Nathan and Clyde seem to melt away
to the far side of the pavement. 

"Let me do the talking," I hiss at them, and they seem grateful.

The car window winds down.

"Are you alright, miss?"

I find it gratuitously offensive that I shouldn't be, just because
I'm in the company of two older black youths.

"Fine, officer, my brothers and I are just on our way home," I reply
in my most sugary voice.

I see a look of distaste appear on the officer's face that I should
be biologically related to two black youths.

"Have you seen an elephant in this street?"

"No, officer. If there had been an elephant I think we would have
noticed it."

"Thanks. We thought the first phone call was a prank, but when two
more came in we had to come to investigate."

The police car accelerates away.

"Why didn't you tell them about the elephant?" whispers Nathan, as
if they might still overhear.

Mainly because there was no elephant, but I wasn't going to tell him
that.

"They're the police. Would you help them? You'd probably find
yourself down the station for 5 hours and have your fingerprints and
DNA taken."

"Good point."

Actually I was now concerned for a different reason. If at least
three other people had seen the elephant, they might have seen Clyde
carry me behind the hedge and jump to the right conclusion.

The rest of the way home is uneventful, with Nathan and Clyde
peeling off when they get to the house where they had been hanging
out with Dwayne and their crew.

As soon as I get home I dash for the bathroom; I badly need a shower.

"Susie, did you deliver the church accounts?" mum calls up from
downstairs.

"Yes mum," perhaps a bit too much condescension in my tone.

With the help of the mirror I can see how grubby I got from the fuck
on the paving stones. My pussy feels very sore, but there's no blood
so hopefully there's no permanent damage. While in the shower I rub
my pussy and play with my pleasure bump, but just leave myself
groaning with frustration again. I've never been able to orgasm
through self-manipulation. I really wish grey t-shirt were here with
his magic tongue.

Still, at least I no longer have the extra fortnight loss of
privileges. Only one week to go now, a week when I might get my
second period.