Message-ID: <17926eli$9812100430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "yenoc" Subject: SAVED BY THE BELL - PERILS OF KELLY Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <74n1ga$14h$0@207.18.95.61> 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 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----