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    This story contains sexual material. It is to be read by adults
    only. You have been warned.



        SAVED BY THE BELL - PERILS OF KELLY

    (mc,mf,ff,nc)


    PART 1

     Zack was deep in thought. He and Slater were sitting in their
    usual booth in The Max and Slater was saying something, but Zack was
    miles away. Kelly was no longer his girlfriend, he had accepted that
fact.
    Seeing her every day in school and remaining friends with her hadn't
    helped, but he had accepted it none the less. Hell, he saw her every day
    after school too, as she was a waitress at The Max. There were other
    restaurants in town, some with better food, but for some reason he felt
    compelled to return to The Max every day after school and during
    lunchtime too. His friends felt the same way. It was almost as if this
were
    some TV show and The Max was a set.

     "Hey, preppy! Are you listening to me?" Slater had noticed
that
    Zack wasn't paying any attention to A.C.'s dissertation on the relative
    merits of wrestling holds. Damn pretty boy, he has no appreciation for
    sports, thought Slater.

     Zack paid no attention to Slater's query - he was still lost in
    thought. Although he had accepted their separation, Zack just couldn't
    get Kelly off his mind. Every ten seconds, an image of Kelly, in her
    bathing suit, would pop into his mind. He still remembered the vacation
    to Hawaii that the gang took, over summer break, like it was yesterday.
It
    was December, for Christsake! Actually he didn't remember the vacation
    - he remembered Kelly in her bathing suit. Zack was shallow enough to
    have forgotten the pain of their breakup - it had been a year ago, after
    all. On the other hand, he was man enough to remember the tanned and
    well toned legs displayed by her french-cut swimsuit, four months ago.
    He was surprised that Kelly's modeling career had petered out - she
    certainly had the looks.

     A french-fry bouncing off his nose interrupted Zack's train of
    thought. "What the hell, Slater!"

     "Man preppy, you were really zoned out," laughed Slater.
"I
    was
    getting worried that you were in a coma, so doctor Slater had to apply
    the old 'french-fry in the face' test. Looks like it worked. Its just a
    good
    thing for you that I care." Slater was really cracking up, now.

     "Oh your a regular comedian aren't you," quipped Zack.
"I
    was
    thinking, Slater, but I guess you wouldn't know what that's like."
Now,
    it
    was Zack's turn to smile.

     Slater decided to let that one go. "So, what were you thinking
    about?"

     Zack wasn't sure if he wanted to share his thoughts. "Oh,
    nothing important . . . You know, just stuff. In fact, I was thinking
about
    college next year." Zack thought that last one would throw Slater
off.
    Next year they would both be going to UC, he hoped. Slater was sure to
    get a wrestling scholarship and Zack had supplemented his straight C
    average with a healthy dose of the Morris charm during his interview.

     Slater wasn't buying it. "Since when do you think about school?
    Besides, I saw your face. You kept smiling, then frowning, then smiling.
    It must be something serious."

     Zack decided to level with his friend. He wasn't sure how to ease
    into the subject, though. Oh well, might as well try the direct
approach.
    "Slater, have you and Jessie ever done it?"

     Slater started to choke on his soda. Gasping for breath, he
    replied, "what?!"

     "What I mean, is have you and Jessie ever had sex," Zack
    whispered.

     "Yeah, I thought that's what you said. Are you kidding? She
    would put me in traction if I even tried to cop a feel."

     "But, you've been going out for years," answered Zack, who
    experienced the same problem with Kelly. It had taken him a year to
    convince Kelly to let him french her.

     "I bet you never did it with Kelly," said a defensive Slater.
He
    was pretty sure about that. In fact he was pretty sure that all his
friends
    were virgins, like him. He knew Screech was a virgin. That was for sure.

     "You're right about that, and that's the problem," Zack
replied
    angrily.

     "So you were thinking about having sex with Kelly?"

     "Shhh, I don't need the world to know!"

     "Sorry," Slater knew he hadn't been talking loudly, but he
knew
    why Zack was nervous. Nobody ever talked about sex at Bayside.

     "Yeah, I was thinking about how much I wanted to get it on with
    Kelly. Don't you want to do it with Jessie? Or, do you want to go to
    college a virgin?"

     Those words sent a chill up Slater's spine. He would be laughed
    off the UC wrestling team if they found out he was a virgin. "No
    way," he
    said, "but how can we score? You and Kelly broke up last year and
    Jessie and I have kind of cooled off lately. Besides, those prudes would
    never go for it. Maybe we should get some hookers . . ."

     Just then, Screech who had entered The Max undetected,
    tripped his way over to the table. "Hey guys, what are you talking
    about?" he squealed.

     "We were talking about s . . ." began Slater, only to be
    interrupted by Zack kicking him in the shin, "ow!"

     "You were talking about sows?" queried the nerd.

     "Yeah, that's it," Zack said sarcastically. Looking at his
watch,
    "oh well, lunch is over, time to go back to school."


        *  *  *

     Gym period had just ended and the girls were all in the locker
    room, undressing for their showers. Kelly, shy as usual was waiting for
    the other girls to get into the shower before she undressed. While she
    waited, she watched her friends undress. Kelly wanted to be a physical
    therapist, and was fascinated with the human body. She watched as Lisa
    striped off her designer sweatsuit. Kelly wished that she was rich like
    Lisa, able to afford Cartier sweatsuits, Kelly wore the same sweatsuit
    she had owned since she started high school. Her eyes widened as Lisa
    removed he bra. Lisa was one of only a few black girls in the school and
    she was Kelly's only black friend. Kelly was enthralled by Lisa's cafe
au
    lait skin and dark chocolate nipples. Lisa had beautiful breasts, she
was
    a full c-cup, Kelly thought jealously. Sometimes she wished that she had
    a body like Lisa, sure all the boys went crazy for her athletic figure,
but
    Lisa was more developed, more womanly. She turned away before Lisa
    removed her panties. Pubic hair embarrassed Kelly, for some reason.

     Next Kelly turned her gaze to Jessie. She was already down to
    her panties. Jessie was 5'10" and perfectly proportioned. She
wasn't as
    curvy as Lisa, but her breasts and hips were definitely fuller than
    Kelly's.
    When Kelly had first met her, Jessie was a real bean poll, but she had
    really filled out recently. Still, few people noticed as she usually
wore
    conservative clothing. Over the summer it had been a real surprise to
    see Jessie putting a bikini through its paces.

     "Hey, aren't you coming?" asked a now betowelled Jessie, on
    her way to the showers.

     This snapped Kelly out of her fugue. Her slight frown was
    instantly replaced by her normal chipper expression. "Yeah, I'll be
    right
    there," Kelly said to the retreating back of Jessie. She quickly
    undressed
    and wrapped her hard body in a bath towel. Then, she too was on her
    way to the showers.


         *  *
    *


     In the boy's locker room, everyone had hit the showers.
    Everyone, that is, except Screech. Once everyone else had gone to the
    showers, Screech, still fully clad, quietly snuck out of the locker
room.
    He knew he needed a shower, but he needed something else more.
    Quickly, he crossed the hall and entered the girl's locker room.

     Once inside, he immediately made for the bench on which sat a
    Guichi gym bag. Only Lisa Turtle brought a Guichi gym bag to school.
    Screech had spent months timing this out, but he still had to be
careful.
    Looking to make sure no one was around, he reached into the open bag
    and brought out the, still damp with perspiration, used panties
contained
    within. His dream was coming true, he finally had Lisa's panties.
Lustily,
    he brought the undergarment to has face, inhaling deeply. His dick
    sprang to life immediately, tenting his gym shorts.

     "Oh Lisa," he wailed into the panties, stroking his rod
through
    his shorts. He just couldn't resist. Pulling down his shorts and
    underwear, he sat on the bench and began stroking himself, the panties
    wrapped around his hand. The slightly damp cotton felt great against his
    throbbing manhood. Lisa's sent lingered on his nose. Realizing time was
    short, Screech began pumping with abandon, gazing with pride on his
    10" member. If only Lisa could see this, he thought. She wouldn't
think
    he was such a nerd if she knew he had such a massive tool. Oh God, he
    would love to be nailing Lisa and not her underwear. With that thought,
    he fired his creamy load into the panties, his face contorted into a
    maniacal expression of glee. Quickly, he cleaned off using the panties
    and then stuffed them into his pocket. Checking to make sure the coast
    was clear, he exited the locker room, crossed the hall, and reentered
the
    boy's room.


        *  *  *


     The water felt great against her naked skin, thought Lisa as she
    lathered up. Realizing that she was spending overlong soaping her
    breasts, she quickly moved on to more innocuous body parts. Damn, but
    she was horny. It wasn't bad enough that almost all the guys in school
    were white and only wanted white girls, but that damn Screech scared
    the rest away. He was always following her around like a puppy-dog. It
    was no wonder no guys ever hit on her, Screech was always in the way.
    With no guys available, Lisa had been forced to find other ways to
    release her tensions. There was masturbation and then, there was
    Jessie. Lisa knew she wasn't a lesbian, she just took what she could
get.
    Jessie on the other hand . . . Well Lisa wasn't really sure, she knew
that
    Jessie liked girls at least as much as guys. Hell, she had gone a lot
    farther with Lisa than she had with Slater
     .
     With that thought, Lisa turned to see what her lover was doing.
    Jessie was casually soaping herself, all  the while staring lustfully at
    the
    tight ass of Kelly Kopalski. It was more than the water that was making
    Jessie's nipples erect. Jessie noticed that Lisa had seen what she was
    up to and the two exchanged a knowing glance. Lisa knew that Jessie
    had been after Kelly for a long time, but was uncertain about how to
    approach her. After all, Kelly was from a strict Catholic family. Her
    morales didn't allow for premarital sex with boys, let alone girls. Lisa
    decided she wouldn't mind a piece of that tight ass, either, not that it
    would ever happen.


        *  *  *


     School had ended for the day and the gang was all together at
    The Max. As usual, Jessie, Zack, Slater, and Lisa sat together at one
    table, with Screech behind Slater and Zack, at another. Kelly had begun
    her shift as a waitress. Max, the proprietor had come over to the table.
    Ostensibly, he was there to take their order, but in reality he just
wanted
    to check out the cute girls.

     "Hey Max, how's it going," asked Zack.

     "Oh, fine, fine," replied a preoccupied Max. Damn, that
Jessie is
    turning into one hot number, he thought. Not to mention Lisa, her tits
just
    kept getting bigger. "So, what do you guys want?"

     "Oh, you know  - the usual," answered Jessie.

     "Yeah, that's what I thought," replied Max. Boy these kids
were
    boring, ordering the same thing every damn day. Still, those girls were
    hot. "Let's see if I remember right. . ." he began, scratching
    behind his
    ear. Suddenly he pulled out an old bill, seemingly from thin air.
"Here
    we
    are! Five cokes . . . Three fries . . ."

     "Wow cool trick," the kids chorused, for some reason
impressed.
    Even though Max did the same stupid magic tricks time and time again,
    they never failed to amaze the teenagers.

     Max, in mid bow, developed a quizzical expression on his face.
    "Hey, what's that smell?"

     Lisa, crinkling her nose in disgust, responded, "ew, I think it's
    Screech."

     Slater sniffed and turned around. "Hey Screech, didn't you take
    a shower after gym?"

     "Oh, I knew I forgot something," Screech whined, pitifully.
    "I'm
    sorry guys."

     "Well, go sit down wind or something," quipped Lisa.

     Screech was saved from further embarrassment by the arrival
    of Kelly with their order. "Hi guys. Hi Zack," she added. Zack
    seemed to
    be avoiding her lately. She wondered if he was mad at her.

     "Oh, hi Kelly," Zack replied, unenthusiastically. He was
trying
    to
    keep his mind off of Kelly. Every time he talked to her, he was plagued
    with libidinous fantasies. Even now, he couldn't help but imagine
running
    his tongue over Kelly's naked flesh.

     Sensing the awkwardness of the moment, Jessie felt she had to
    break the silence. "You know, I just realized that next week is
winter
    break!"

     "Hey, that's right mama," responded an excited Slater. He got
    even more excited when he saw that Lisa's nipples were hard, beneath
    her blouse. Slater could swear that he saw Jessie's hand on her thigh,
    almost at her crotch. Naw, that couldn't be, could it?

     Soon the awkwardness was forgotten and everyone was
    chatting merrily away about their plans for break. All the while, Max
was
    standing near the entrance, staring hungrily at Kelly's ass. By the way
    he licked his lips, the casual observer would think that he was in need
of
    some lip balm.


        *  *  *


     Kelly's shift had finally come to an end. She was tired after a
    long afternoon's work. It was at times like this that she wished her
    parents were wealthy like those of her friends. Her family wasn't poor,
    but with 9 children, money was tight. Because of this, Kelly had to help
    in any way she could. Most of the money from her job went to help the
    family. It was a good thing she had such generous friends, without them,
    she would never get to go to any movies or concerts. It was her friends
    that paid for her to go with them on the trip to Hawaii, last summer.
    Kelly's reverie was interrupted by a tap on the back. It was Max.

     "Boy Kelly, you sure put in a good shift to day."

     "Thanks, Max," she replied, blushing. He was always so nice
to
    her. He acted almost like he was hitting on her sometimes, but Kelly
    knew this couldn't be. After all, he was an old man - at least 25. Kelly
    was too pure of heart to notice the lascivious looks he constantly gave
    her.

     Max was nervous. He had been scheming ever since Kelly
    started working for him. Hell, he had hired her with the eventual goal
of
    getting into her pants in mind. Now, at long last, he had figured out a
    way to get her. At least, he thought he had.

     "How would you like to see a new magic trick. I've been working
    on it for months," he asked. Max knew the response. For some
reason,
    these kids couldn't resist his lame tricks.

     "Sure Max, that would be great," replied Kelly, her cute face
    brightening at the thought. Max is such a good magician, he should be
    on TV, she decided.

     Looking around furtively, to make sure no one remained in the
    restaurant, Max pulled a shiny gold watch from his pant pocket. He had
    read many books on hypnotism over the years and was convinced it
    could work. This particular routine had worked so well on his dog that
    old Presto would do a summersault whenever he said 'pizza.' He hoped
    it would work on humans. Max began to swing the watch slowly before
    Kelly's beautiful face. Her eyes widened and began to follow the shiny
    objects path.

            "Kelly, I want you to listen very carefully," he began
in
    quiet,
    droning, voice. "You are becoming very relaxed. This is the most
    relaxed
    you've ever been. Kelly, how do you feel?"

            "I . . .  feel . . . very . . .  relaxed," she
answered
    drowsily.

            "You are falling asleep. You are now asleep. Are you
asleep,
    Kelly?"

            "Yes . . ."

            "Good. Now, you are starting to dream. It's a very pleasant
    dream.
    It is also a very sexy dream. Kelly, you are starting to feel very
    sexy."

            "What . . . No . . ." she was starting to blush now.
Max
    could see
    her nipples harden under her The Max T-shirt.

            "Yes, Kelly. You are feeling very sexual. In fact, this is
the
    horniest
    you've ever been. Am I right Kelly?"

            "Yes . . ." her pulse had quickened and she was now
    licking her
    lips.

            "Kelly, because the dream is so good, you will do anything
I
    tell
    you. Everything I say is part of the dream. It can't be bad if it's in a
    dream, now can it?"

            "No . . ." she did not look absolutely certain, but
Max
    was sure if
    he
    didn't push her too far, she would do whatever he said. He just had to
be
    patient and play his cards right.

            "Kelly, take off your T-shirt." Slowly she complied,
    revealing a
    firm,
    tanned stomach and small pert breasts, bound by a white brassiere.
    "Now, take of your jeans." Again, dreamily, she complied. She
was
    now
    in her bra and panties and Max  paused a minute to savour the picture.
    He saw her firm, tanned, athletic body in white bra and panties. He
    gazed with longing at her beautiful face, framed with dark wavy hair.
His
    dick pressed painfully against his pants as he savoured her long
    muscular legs and the dark patch at the crotch of her panties.
"Now,
    remove your bra." This time, she hesitated longer, but after a few
    seconds, the brassiere joined her other garments on the floor. When
    Max saw the puffy brown nipples perched on her perky breasts, he
    almost lost control, but not quite. "Very good Kelly. Now take of
your
    panties."

            Kelly looked uncertain, her arms were frozen in mid undress, her
    thumbs already looped in the panties waistband. Max, realizing her
    powerful inhibition, acted fast. " Kelly, remember, this is just a
    dream.
    It's
    a good dream. Everything you do in the dream is good." Kelly's
frown of
    uncertainty was replaced with what looked like a wicked grin to Max.
    Quickly she shucked her panties and stood, swaying slightly, in front of
    Max. Max gasped as her tuft was revealed. He couldn't believe he had
    gotten so far. Well, he thought, time to go for the gold. He knew he
didn't
    dare fuck her, but he figured he'd take what he could. If he were
careful,
    there might be a next time.

            "Kelly, get on the table," he said pointing to a
booth.
    "Now lie
    down
    on your back with your feet flat on the table." The hypnotized
teenager
    complied, giving Max a Gynecologist's eye view. Again, he almost came
    in his pants, but managed to control himself. Quickly, he joined Kelly
on
    the table. For now, the time for talking was through. It was time for
    actions.

            Max wasted no time . He began to kiss Kelly's well tanned face,
    relishing her clean taste. Surprisingly, when he reached her lips, she
    returned his kiss passionately. Not one to look a gift horse in the
mouth,
    Max began to tongue wrestle the entranced girl. As they kissed, he ran
    his hand up her flank, stopping when he felt the slight swell of her
    breast. He began to fondle the small cone, enjoying the soft base with
    his finger tips and the hard nipple with his thumb. Disengaging his
    tongue, he kissed his way down her neck and chest until he enclosed
    the other nipple with his mouth. As he rubbed one nipple with his thumb
    and chewed gently on the other, Max could feel Kelly shiver beneath
    him. The musky smell of her arousal spurred him on. Replacing his
    mouth with his other hand, Max climbed off the table and dragged Kelly
    to him.

            Kelly's legs now dangled over the edge of the table and the
    crouching Max had his face inches from Nirvana. He inhaled her musky
    scent as he gazed at the soft pink lips peaking out from thick black
pubic
    hair. Max tore his hands away from the burning nipples and gently
    spread Kelly's labia. As he brought his face into the landing zone, his
    nose brushed against her clit and he felt her buck beneath him. A small
    moan escaped the girl, as well. This moan was repeated again and
    again as he explored her with his tongue. The moans came faster and
    loader as Max licked feverishly, doing his best Presto imitation. She
    tasted even better than he had imagined. As his jaw tired, he
    concentrated more and more on her engorged clit, causing the girl to
    buck and moan even more. Suddenly, he felt her thighs clamp around
    his head as her whole body tensed. Then, with a cry of release, she
    went completely limp. Slowly Max withdrew his face, now totally covered
    in her sticky fluids, from its former prison. He took a big gulp of air
and
    stood up, stretching. Now for the grand finale, he thought.

            His hand shaking with expectation, Max unzipped his fly a and
    pushed aside his underwear. Like a shot from a gun, his dick popped out
    of his pants. With his tool at full attention, Max called to Kelly,
    "Kelly,
    come here." Kelly got off the table and walked weak-kneed over to
Max.
    "Kelly, I want you to suck my dick."

            "No . . . I . . . can't . . . " Kelly looked
flustered.

            "Yes you can, Kelly. In fact, you want to," Max
responded,
    firmly,
    pointing to his neglected member. "You want to suck my dick."

            Again, that wicked grin came to Kelly's face. Slowly, she
crouched
    before Max and took him in hand. Then, without hesitation, she placed
    him in her mouth. Max groaned at the sensation of her hot, wet mouth
    engulfing his dick. Hungrily she began to lick and suck the length of
his
    hardon. Her tongue explored every fraction of its surface. With her
    hands, Kelly reached behind Max and began to knead his but cheeks.

            Max was loving every second of it. Kelly showed her inexperience
    with her technique, but it mattered little to Max. He hadn't expected
any
    expertise, anyway. Besides, the erotic look of her innocent face sucking
    his dick was worth more than any trained tongue. Because he was so
    turned on, it didn't take long for Max to feel the mounting tension of
an
    immanent cum. "Good job Kelly, very good," he encouraged.
Then,
    without warning he came. Max expected Kelly to pull away after the first
    spurt. Instead, she tightened her grip on his ass and pulled him to her,
    lustfully devouring his semen. "Fuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!" Max
exclaimed
    as
    he came. When he had finished, Kelly eagerly washed his shrinking tool
    with her tongue. She seemed almost sad to see it go. Now there's a
    natural, thought Max.

            His fly once more zipped, Max felt the satisfaction of a job
well
    done. He decided that to be safe, he'd wait a while before trying
    anything else. Right after Christmas break seemed perfect.
    "Kelly," he
    said, lovingly, "get dressed." Still entranced, she complied
    without a
    word. "Now Kelly, when I snap my fingers you will forget everything
    that
    happened. All that you will remember is that you and I had a nice talk
    about nothing in particular. Ok? Good." With that, he snapped his
    fingers.

            As Kelly was walking home, she turned see Max waving good bye
    from The Max's doorway. Smiling, she returned his wave. His face sure
    looks shiny, for some reason, she thought, as she continued to walk
    home. Glancing at her watch she realized that she and Max must have
    talked for longer than she thought. With that, she decided to hurry
home.
    As she began to jog, she had no idea that a smiling Max was watching
    her ass quickly disappear.





    PART 2

     Samuel "Screech" Powers sat on his bed, masturbating
    furiously. He was still hot from the afternoon's locker-room escapades.
    As he stroked his huge member, Screech recalled his old girlfriend,
    Violet Bickerstaff. She hadn't been much to look at, but man did she
give
    good head. Although she had made him swear never to talk about it, he
    and Violet had sex at least once a day for the entire time they went
out.
    Unfortunately for Screech, her family had moved to Beverly Hills at the
    end of last year, taking his only source of poontang with them. At least
    he had his memories. With that thought, he let loose with a torrent of
    cum, which he deftly caught in a beaker - it would come in useful for
his
    current experiment.

     As Screech got up and redid his pants, he couldn't help but
    chuckle. Despite being the designated nerd in the most popular cliche at
    Bayside, Screech was the only one who wasn't still a virgin. It was that
    knowledge which allowed him to keep his promise to Violet. Anyway,
    Screech's past experience made it all the harder for him to survive the
    current draught. He knew all too well that there was more to life than
    masturbation. For the time being, masturbation would have to suffice.
    However, if Screech's plan worked, it would not have to suffice for
long.
    Soon, he thought, his beloved Lisa would be satisfying his every need.

     Screech left his room and descended the stairs to the basement.
    He still carried his freshly obtained ingredients. He had long ago
    transformed the basement into a sophisticated laboratory. No one
    disturbed him as he had no siblings and his parents could care less what
    he did, as long as he didn't bother them. Screech moved directly to a
    chemistry setup that looked like something out of an old monster movie.

    He placed the beaker under a very convoluted tube that was connected
    to several flasks of strangely colored liquids. Turning a valve, he
    watched as fluid flowed through the tube, mixing as it went, and began
    to flow into the beaker. Once he had a few hundred milliliters of fluid
in
    the beaker, Screech closed the valve. He looked at the beaker, it was
    half-filled with a muddy colored, soupy liquid. Screech took this mix
and
    place it over a Bunsen burner, which he immediately lighted. Swirling it
    gently, Screech let the mixture cook for several minutes. He removed it
    from the flame and gazed at it appraisingly. Hi beaker was now about a
    third filled with bright green translucent fluid. Screech guessed that
it
    would glow in the dark, but he decided that wasn't worth testing.
    Cautiously, he sniffed the fluid. It was almost odorless, with a slight
    hint
    of ammonia.

     Now, Screech thought, time for the real test. Grimly he took an
    eyedropper and filled it with the fluid. He then advanced to the corner
of
    the basement. Here was a table with a cage housing two docile looking
    white mice. One was male, the other female. There names were Mickey
    and Minnie. Reaching into the cage, Screech grabbed Minnie  and
    gently lifted her out.

     "Don't worry Minnie, this won't hurt . . . I hope" he
squeaked.

     With that he put the eyedropper in the rodent's mouth and
    squirted a few drops into her. Then, he returned Minnie to her cage and
    closed it. Nothing happened for a few minutes, then, without warning,
    Minnie rammed into Mickey. Mickey surprised by this assault made to
    flee, but Minnie backed him into a corner and continue to ram him with
    her rear. Eventually Minnie's intent dawned on Mickey. He quickly
    mounted her and began thrusting. As they fucked, both mice squeaked
    joyfully. Watching this spectacle, Screech smiled happily. His
    experiment was a complete success!

        *  *  *

     Kelly, Jessie and Lisa were all in Lisa's room. It was Sunday
    afternoon, and the coming week was the last before winter vacation.
    Unfortunately, that meant that every teacher would be trying to get in t
he
    last test of the marking period. So, the three girls were hard at work
    studying. At least, that's what they were supposed to be doing. Instead,
    they were hard at work gossiping.

     "I hear Zack and what's-her-name just broke up," mentioned
    Jessie.

     "Laura?" suggested Lisa.

     "Yeah, I think that was it. Isn't that the third one this
month?"
    answered a grinning Jessie. "Hey Kelly, you've sure been quite. Is
    something the matter?"

     Kelly hadn't been at all thrilled when the conversation shifted to
    the topic of her promiscuous ex-boyfriend. She wasn't completely sure
    that she was over him, but, if his dating was any indication, he was
well
    over her. He even seemed to be avoiding her lately. Did Zack hate her
    for breaking up with him? "Do you think Zack is mad at me,
guys?"

     "Why would you think that," asked Lisa.

     "Well, he seems to be avoiding me lately. He won't even look at
    me when I take his order at The Max."

     Jessie broke in with, "I think he's just mad because he's not
    getting any."

     Kelly and Lisa were stunned by this outburst. "What?"

     Unnoticed by the other two, Jessie had moved to a position
    directly behind Kelly, on Lisa's bed. "You know what boys are like.
All
    they care about is sex and I know for a fact that Zack hasn't been
getting
    any. That's why he goes through girls quicker than hair gel, he's
looking
    for someone who will put-out."

     "Zack isn't like that," argued Kelly.

     "Oh really," asked Lisa, eyebrows raised. "Didn't he
ever
    try and
    do anything with you?"

     "Yeah," added Jessie, "did he ever cop a feel?" As
she
    made
    her query, the taller girl reached around and cupped Kelly's firm tits
    through her tee-shirt, giving a slight squeeze for punctuation.

     "Uh-huh," murmured Kelly, dazed by her friend's actions.

     The smiling Jessie was emboldened by the lack of resistance
    she had thus far encountered. "Did you go further," she asked,
    tugging
    Kelly's top over her head and removing it completely. Kelly put up no
    struggle, only nodding the affirmative to the question. "Did he
ever
    see
    you without this," Jessie continued, removing the dazed girl's bra.
    This
    time, the answer was negative. "That's too bad," Jessie
responded,
    caressing Kelly's pert breasts. Out of questions for the moment, Jessie
    began to nibble on the topless girl's ear, as she continued her
    manipulation of the sensitive breasts that barely filled her hands.

     With this added stimulation, something snapped in Kelly's mind.
    A barrier, so carefully erected by society and her upbringing, collapsed
    with a roaring in her ears. No longer content with being a passive
    participant, she turned around, twisting out of Jessie's grip. Now, she
    began an assault of her own on the taller girl. Grasping the mens'
shirt,
    that Jessie habitually wore, with both hands, she tore it open with much
    popping of buttons. At the same time, she lunged forward into a
    passionate kiss. Instantly the two girls were engaged in a tongue
    wrestling competition worthy of being a medal event at the Olympics.

     Before she knew what was happening, Jessie found herself
    naked and completely in, the just as naked, Kelly's power. Kelly was
    making up for her inexperience with sheer exuberance. To her surprised
    Jessie reached orgasm merely from the passionate kissing and Kelly's
    stimulation of her breasts. For some reason, Kelly had thus far steered
    clear of her pussy. Well, she thought bucking under the smaller girl, as
    she came, she would change that. The best strategy, to her analytic
    mind, was to lead by example. Flipping Kelly off of her and higher up
the
    bed, she began an assault of her own on the dark haired girl's pussy.

     After a few minutes work, Jessie was satisfied that she had Kelly
    well on the way to orgasm. Pausing her labors, she looked up from the
    soaked pussy before her to find Lisa enjoying the scene immensely as
    she masturbated in a nearby chair. "Stop fucking yourself and get
over
    here," Jessie ordered. Now I can finally try some really advanced
    positions, she thought. In a matter of seconds, Lisa's bed was awash
    with three moaning, writhing, naked girls. In a brief moment of
    coherence, Kelly relized that both Lisa and Jessie had shaved pubes.
    With a sigh of relief, she plunged back into the fray, determined to
    redouble her efforts.

        *  *  *

     Zack, Slater, and Screech were all assembled in Screech's
    bedroom. The astute observer would notice a vial of glowing green fluid
    and a cage containing two exhausted white mice resting on his desk.

     "So, what's this all about," asked Zack, impatient with what
he
    feared would be more of Screech's usual dorkiness.

     Zack and Slater were quite surprised by the nerd's response. In
    a voice unusually deep and even, Screech simply said, "sex."



    PART 3

     Zack and Slater were at Zack's house, hard at work setting up
    for a New Year's Eve party. This would be a small party - only Zack,
    Slater, Screech, Lisa, Jessie, and Kelly would be there, but it promised
    to be special nontheless. They knew better than to let Screech help, as
    they wanted the dip on the table, not on the floor. Anyway, Screech was
    going to help in a different fashion.

     "Are you sure this is going to work, preppy," asked a
skeptical
    Slater, "after all, this is a Samuel 'Screech' Powers invention
we're
    dealing with here."

     "Have no fear Slater. With my dad out of town on business, I
    would have had a party anyway. As for Screech, he might be a dork, but
    when it comes to science he's a genius. Besides, with me running the
    show, what could go wrong?"

     "That's exactly what I'm afraid of," quipped Slater.

     Ten minutes before party time, Screech showed up with an
    opaque plastic pitcher.

     "Is that the stuff," ask Slater.

     "You bet," squeaked Screech.

     "Just to be safe, you had better let me take that," said
Zack,
    reaching for the pitcher. Of course, frantic juggling ensued as Screech
    fumbled the hand-off, but in the end, the pitcher was safely stowed in
the
    Morris refrigerator.

     At the appointed time, the girls arrived and the party got
    underway. Everyone had a good time and eventually midnight rolled
    around. They all cheered the ball drop, then Zack made a suggestion,
"I
    think its about time for Screech's special punch." Slater headed
the
    hapless Screech off at the pass and retrieved the punch himself.
    "Ladies
    first," Zack announced, as Slater poured a drink for each of the
girls.

     "Are you sure this stuff is safe to drink," Lisa asked,
    alternating
    a
    wary look between the green fluid and the grinning Screech.

     "Don't worry, it's good stuff," Zack responded, winking at
Slater
    and Screech.

     The three girls downed their punch and the change was
    instantaneous. For a moment their eyes seemed to sparkle and they all
    seemed slightly dazed. As they returned to the couch, none of the three
    noticed that the guys hadn't had anything to drink.

     Light banter continued for the next several minutes. Then, Kelly
    got up and asked Zack to come talk to her. He agreed, and they headed
    upstairs. A moment later, Jessie stated that she and Slater also needed
    to talk. They too headed upstairs. This left Screech and Lisa alone on
    the couch. She did not appear thrilled to be left alone with the nerd.

        *  *  *

     Slater was getting worried. They had been in the Morris
    guestroom for about 10 minutes and nothing had happened. Jessie
    hadn't said a word, she just sat on the bed looking at Slater with a
weird
    look in her eyes. Had Screech's potion worked? If so, why wasn't Jessie
    begging for some loving.

     Suddenly, Jessie spoke up, "A.C., are you a man?"

     This question took Slater aback. "Hell yeah momma, I'm a
man!"

     "If you're a man, why don't you come over here and fuck me?"

     Slater didn't know what to say to that, so he said nothing. With
    an animal growl, he pounced on Jessie. In seconds, there cloths were
    scattered all over the room. They were neither in the mood for foreplay.
    Slater had Jessie on her knees and was taking her from behind. As he
    pistoned in and out of her pussy he roughly pawed her breasts and bit
    lightly into her shoulder. Jessie was screaming in pleasure as she
    writhed beneath her lover. She had both hands buried in her sopping
    pussy as she fingered herself in tune to Slater's fucking. She came with
    a scream of pure ecstasy and Slater followed mere seconds later,
    bellowing as he filled her with his hot cum.

     Jessie lay on her belly, a contented look on her face. This
    expression was replaced with one of lust as she asked a question.
    "Slater, would you fuck me up the ass?"

     "Uh, I don't know . . ." he stammered.

     "I thought you were a real man," Jessie mock pouted.

     This taunt was all the encouragement Slater needed. Grabbing
    a cheek in each hand, he spread her firm ass, exposing his brown and
    puckered target. He decided to apply the necessary lubrication the old
    fashioned way, with his tongue. Jessie moaned in delight as Slater
    probed her sensitive asshole with his tongue. As her excitement
    mounted, Jessie rocked back and forth, rubbing her nipples against the
    fabric of the bed spread. At the same time, she was busy finger-fucking
    herself. Knowing that she couldn't hold out much longer, she made
    Slater aware of her need. With slow and deliberate pressure, he entered
    her anus with his swollen member. It was so tight he knew he could only
    hold out for a few thrusts, but by her moaning, he would be surprised if
    Jessie would wait even that long. His guess was confirmed as he felt her
    spasm around him after the first thrust. He continued pumping, achieving
    his own orgasm as she reached the height of her climax.

        *  *  *

     Zack and Kelly were in Zack's bedroom. Zack was good at
    reading people. By the expression on Kelly's face and their current
    location, he knew he was about to score. Still he had to play it cool or
    risk blowing the whole thing. "So what did you want to talk about
    Kelly?"

     "Zack, do you still like me?"

     "Sure I do."

     "Well, then come over here and prove it."

     Zack took a moment to look at Kelly, a vision of beauty as she
    sat on the edge of his bed, her lips pursed and eyes wide with
    anticipation. For a second, he considered rejecting her, to get revenge
    for the pain their breakup had caused him. One look in her eyes,
    however, was enough to convince him of the proper course of action.
    Without a word, he swept her into a passionate embrace, kissing her
    hotly. Slowly, tenderly, they undressed each other until they stood
naked
    before each other.

     "Kelly, you're beautiful."

     "So are you Zack."

     Zack never could resist a compliment, so he resumed his
    kissing, now exploring Kelly's athletic body with his hands. Gently, he
    pushed her on to the bed, dropping down to kiss her other lips, his
    hands lingering on her breasts. For a second, Kelly felt a flash of deja
    vu, but quickly lost herself in what she was currently feeling.

     "Zack, I'm ready."

     By the dampness of his face, Zack knew Kelly was indeed
    physically ready for him. Still, he hesitated before entering her.
    "Kelly,
    are you sure you want to do this?"

     "Oh yes, please Zack . . . fuck me," she begged, overcome
with
    passion.

     Zack needed no further encouragement. He began a steady
    rhythm, at the same time kissing Kelly and fondling her breasts. Zack
    was enjoying his first fuck emensely, as was Kelly. As they achieved
    simultaneous orgasm, Zack knew he had found the girl he was going to
    marry.

        *  *  *

     From her vantage on the couch, Lisa could hear the sounds of
    passion above. It made her horny and angry at the same time. Turning
    to Screech she fixed him with an angry stare. "Screech, do you know
    why I'm not getting my brains fucked out, right now?" She didn't
give
    him
    time to respond, "It's because of you! It's all you're fault that I
    can't
    find a
    man. You won't let anyone get near me."

     "Gee, I'm sorry Lisa," responded Screech, "but I think I
can
    make it up to you." With that he stood up.

     Lisa was shocked by his calm response. "How?"

     Screech's only answer was to unzip his pants and let loose his
    massive trouser snake. Looking at the huge organ, now inches from her
    face, Lisa felt an emotion for Screech she never would have thought she
    could feel - lust. Lisa leapt at the object of her desire, knocking
Screech
    back on to the couch. She was trying to get as much of it in her mouth
as
    possible. This was Lisa's first blowjob, what a way to start!

     "Lisa, slow down, you might hurt yourself!"

     "Mphft . . . rugh . . . umphf!"

     Lisa turned out to be quite adept in her quick mastery of deep
    throat. As she worked Screech to an orgasm that left her face and hair
    covered in cum, Lisa felt herself getting more aroused than she had ever
    been before. Looking at the organ which was rapidly diminishing to more
    mundane proportions, Lisa felt a pang of sadness. She had to feel that
    thing inside her! "Samuel, how long will it take for that thing to
    recover?"

     "Not long at all if you allow me to feast upon your beauty, Lisa
    my sweet."

     Taking her que, Lisa undressed for the nerd whose dick she so
    desperately needed. As she removed her bra, she took a moment to
    massage her swollen nipples. She lingered even longer on her pussy, as
    her panties were thrown in Screech's face. Seeing that her curvaceous
    body had had the desired effect, Lisa wasted no time in climbing aboard
    the Powers' express.

     As Lisa, slowly lowered herself on to his member, Screech was
    overcome with joy. At long last, she was his. Seizing the opportunity,
as
    it were, he cupped the breasts he had so long desired in his hands. As
    Lisa began the lengthy journey up and down his shaft, Screech was hit
    by a stunning realization. Before he came over, he had forgotten to add
    the love potion to the lime Cool Aid they were going to serve to the
girls
    . . .


    THE END





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