by

Barnabus

Written: Apr. - Jul, 2005

Revised: x/xx/05

SUMMARY: Six months after her first adventure as ‘Ms Crusader’, (where she was captured and gang raped), Sidney Thames takes a month off from her superheroine duties to attend her senior prom.

Classification: (M/F, Romance, superheroine)

This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature including graphice descriptions of consensual sex. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.

This story is a sequel, to MS CRUSADER: DIRTY JOB, by Dark One. It takes place about six months after his story. Ms. Crusader (Sidney) belongs to him. Larry is my creation. I have ‘borrowed’ Sidney (with the author’s permission), and I am simply expanding on her life and experiences.

Note: In this story, Ms. Crusader (Sidney) is still suffering from post-rape syndrome: the classic depression and feelings of worthlessness frequently experienced by rape victims. It seems to stem from a woman being helpless and powerless before the overbearing strength of a man. Even though she may be totally unable to control the situation, she still feels that it is her fault, that she is somehow guilty. Strangely, fictional superheroines never seem to experience this syndrome although almost every other woman who has been raped experiences it.

If there is a moral to the story it is that a few minutes of mindless pleasure can definitely alter the rest of a person’s life.

This story is pure fiction written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided they are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. And it may not be posted to any site using an ‘adult verification service’ where money is required for membership, or to any site which sells it’s mailing list or member’s information to outsiders. (Hey, let’s be fair! If I’m not going to make money from my work, why should someone else?)

(If you do copy this story to another web page, please give me the courtesy of an e-mail, so I can see where my work is going. Who knows? Maybe you’ll introduce me to a new favorite website!)

Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place. . . It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.

This author does not advocate this kind of activity. Nor does he advocate the total lack of respect shown by Larry for his ‘girlfriend de nuit’!

Personally, I think that Larry is a selfish prick! The kind of stud we all knew in high school! If he didn’t behave the way Larry behaves in this story, he always let on that he did! He’s someone who should be castrated and put in a barrel until he outgrows his teenage hormones! Birth control is not used in this story, but, of course in 'real life’ every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.

Analytically, Sidney Thames, AKA Ms. Crusader studied the beautiful gown in the full-length mirror. The strapless gown had been designed to display her well developed but still very feminine shoulders and arms. The top of the bodice covered her breasts adequately, but would reveal her cleavage if she bent over or if someone stood above her. Sidney wondered if the dress was simply designed to present her dressed up like a prick-teasing whore. During the past six months, specifically since she had been raped, Sidney had noticed that most ‘girls magazines’ seemed designed to teach nice girls how to act and behave like whores. This dress certainly advertised her body in a blatant attempt to get a boy’s, or rather, a man’s attention.

There was a girdle that went with the dress, but it was uncomfortable and, since she was young and athletic, the girdle didn’t really make a lot of difference in the way she looked, so Sidney decided she didn’t need it for the prom. She had selected sexy silk lace French-cut panties that matched her strapless bra. Suddenly, Sidney was embarrassed wondering what Larry would think if he saw her panties and bra, but she knew he never would.

A twinge of nausea struck Sidney’s midsection and without thinking, she reached for her purse to get a package of crackers. She hated this side affect of the birth control pills! The doctor had promised her it would go away after a few months, but it hadn’t. Her monthly period had just ended and, on schedule, she had resumed her birth control pills. But the ever-recurrent bouts of nausea also returned. It was something she had to put up with in her role as a superheroine. But Sidney really didn’t want to have ‘morning sickness’ on her prom date in a couple of weeks!

Petulantly, Sidney decided to stop taking the pills this month. Already, she had notified the Sisterhood of Superheroines she would be unavailable for assignments, assuring herself that there was little chance that she could be captured and raped by a villain. And Larry, her date, had always behaved like a gentlemen when they had been together. Sidney felt she could trust him.

Many of the girls at the prom would be wearing dresses like this, although a lot would just wear their usual ‘grungy’ outfits. The Senior Prom was the only event in the school year where girls could dress up and look really pretty. And Sidney wanted to look nice for Larry!

Sidney was moderately popular with the girls in her large high school. This was her senior year, and from nowhere, Larry Drew had asked her for a few dates. Larry was a high school girl’s dream! He was a football hero and had just received a nice scholarship at State University. He was muscular, handsome (in a chiseled sort of way), with a hint of ‘bad boy’ about him. His reputation was just cloudy enough to be intriguing! She was really attracted to him. (But there had been rumors about how he had gotten a girl pregnant during the previous year. No one ever knew for sure, because suddenly the girl transferred out of school and hadn’t been seen or heard from since. Almost as soon as that poor girl was gone, Larry had been dating somebody else.)

Larry had taken Sidney to movies, and they went to the ice cream parlor twice. They had even spent time on lover’s lane where they had made out. Although his hands had accidentally grazed her breasts a couple of times, he had never put his hands anyplace improper. It was a pleasant and happy surprise when Larry asked her to go to the Senior Prom with him!

Allowing herself to daydream, Sidney fantasized about giving her virginity to Larry. But, unfortunately, she had lost her virginity to a group of thugs some six months before when she had just turned 18.

The memory of being raped flooded through Sidney. It still haunted her in her nightmares and whenever she thought about it when she was awake! It had been her first ‘adventure’ as a Meta-Superheroine. She had called herself Ms. Crusader.

When Larry had first asked her out, Sidney wondered if he would be able to see in her face that that she was no longer a virgin, that she had been raped. But they had stared ‘dating’ and he had never said anything.

Sidney had first suspected her ‘meta’ powers a year before, when she found she could manipulate water any way she wished. Someone had offered her a cup of coffee, and reluctantly, she had asked, ‘Just half a cup, please.’ Gazing into the half filled cup, she idly had wondered why the coffee hadn’t filled the right half of the cup. And suddenly, it did! That was the beginning. She learned she could form water into just about anything: spears, defensive shields, anything she might need and could visualize. She could even form disks or boards and ride on them, flying over the city like Supergirl!

The previous year, she had contacted the Sisterhood Super Heroines and spent a summer in their training program. But much of their instruction had centered on methods of distracting her opponents. For example, the Sisterhood taught that a set of well-displayed tits could stop a man in his tracks for a few seconds, and then keep drawing his eyes back over and over again.

But, even though the Sisterhood allowed Sidney into their summer training program, and granted her an apprentice membership, they still didn’t take her seriously. Thus, on Sidney’s 18^th birthday, She decided to take matters into her own hands! She had designed her own outrageously skimpy, overtly sexy costume, selected Ms Crusader as her ‘superheroine’ name (after considering Lady Wonder, Girl Wonder, even, with a smile, ‘Boob Girl’).

As Ms Crusader, she set out on her own! She refused to consider the warning given at the summer training program that the life expectancy of Super Heroines wasn’t something to dwell upon too long. After all she was barely eighteen and still had a lot of life to live!

When she started her first mission as Ms. Crusader, Sidney had been a virgin. But the mission hadn’t gone quite as she expected: She had been captured by four minor bank robbers, humiliated and raped, depriving her of her virginity. The vile miscreants also forced her to service them orally and anally! And to her total mortification, Sidney had discovered that although she hated rape, she suspected she would really enjoy sex. That is, consensual sex with the right man!

She had not become pregnant, which would have deprived her of her Meta powers forever. Fortunately, more by luck than skill or power, she had triumphed over the miscreants, capturing them and gained headline attention for herself and her exploits, establishing her as a super heroine in her own rights.

But contrary to the image she presented to the public, the brunette heroine had been ready to turn in her cape after her first adventure. Sidney may be an apprentice superheroine, but she was also a rape victim. Her body had quickly healed, but she fought depression, anxiety, loss of self-confidence and self worth, all of the things that affect a rape victim. It was only through the on going counseling of LoneStar that Sidney had finally begun to come to terms with her experiences and been able to live with herself.

LoneStar had told her about some of her own rape experiences, and how she had come to terms with them. Sidney was surprised that LoneStar had been raped as often as she had. Apparently, rape is an occupational hazard for superheroines.

Still, Sidney wailed, “No man will ever want me! I’ve been raped! I’m not a virgin any more! I’m ‘bruised potatoes’, ‘damaged goods’! And any man, or at least the kind of man I’d like, will want a virgin bride, a ‘nice girl’. He doesn’t want a girl who has been gang-raped. He’ll think it was my fault, and that I asked for it! Especially since I wore that skimpy, sexy costume!”

“He never needs to know!” LoneStar responded. “You don’t have to tell him. You can always say, “You’re the first one! And in your mind you can add, ‘the first one tonight’ or ‘the first one this year!”

“Unfortunately, most men won’t know the difference,” LoneStar stated cynically. “And if they do, they know that girls can lose their hymen from athletic activities or other accidents that are not related to sexual activity. Some girls are even born without maidenheads.

“But what will I do if I meet someone I really love? Someone that I want to marry?”

“Then you’ll have to make some decisions.” LoneStar continued. “There is no reason why you can’t get married. You can continue as a superheroine after you’re married. But if you want children, you will have to give up being a superheroine, since pregnancy will bring your powers to an end.”

“Put your past behind you.” LoneStar counseled. “You can’t change it. Don’t let it ruin your life!”

But Sidney felt like her life had been ruined. What could possibly be good, now that she’d . . .?

Lonestar put her arm around the young heroine. “Someday, may meet someone you love,” her mentor whispered. “Then, if you decide to follow that path, when you give yourself to him, you’ll find out what true love between a man and a woman is really like”

LoneStar had taught Sidney about Keegle exercises, and advised Sidney to practice them between two and four times a day to regain her muscle tone and tightness.

With LoneStar’s sponsorship, Ms. Crusader had become more active in the Alpha Meta Sisterhood of Super Heroines. She received more training by the Society and had started out as helper to Lone Star. A few months ago, while still a senior in high school, she was permitted to go out solo. Her ventures had been successful, with multiple arrests and convictions made. She had become comfortable in her new role as Ms. Crusader!

But rape is an experience that never goes away. She would re-live the rape and the loss of her innocence in her dreams, waking screaming and in tears. And the distress was always there! When the recurrent dreams didn’t go away, LoneStar suggested that Sidney consciously recall her rape, rewriting the script into something where she had been triumphant and escaped, after seriously kicking ass! It worked. And gradually the painful memory changed into a new fantasy. Actually several fantasies.

In her initial fantasy, Sidney was not defeated, but she captured the thugs. But the rape still burned in her memory, so she developed another fantasy where, on the very instant hey were about to begin their rape, she escaped, kicked ass and defeated them. That was better, but the rape still loomed.

She had been raped, damn it! She had been fucked many times by her captors. She couldn’t get away from that reality.

So gradually, a new fantasy developed, where there was only one thug. And he had not fought her, but spoken kindly to her, gradually seducing her. They had gone to a nice bedroom somewhere where he offered her drinks. Gradually, she had permitted herself to be slowly and sensually undressed. And gently, lovingly, tenderly, even romantically, they had made love and she had reluctantly at first, given him her virginity.

And in this fantasy, Sidney dreamed that she really enjoyed the sex! So her fantasy grew and soon she was overcoming her reluctance and giving herself freely to her imaginary lover, rather than being brutally raped by four vicious villains. In her imagination, her ‘lover’ did everything that the rapists had done, but in a gentle, loving, acceptable way. In her latest fantasy, things happened much as they had that fateful night so long ago! Her 'fantasy lover’ made love to her, breaking her virginity. Afterwards, he had politely asked her for oral sex, and, since she was inexperienced in her fantasy (as she had been six months ago), she had hesitantly agreed. Even in her fantasy, it wasn’t pleasant giving a blowjob, but she was pleased to do it because he seemed to enjoy it! It meant a lot to him! And Sidney wanted to please her fantasy lover. (Sidney knew from her girlfriends how much guys seem to enjoy receiving oral sex.) Then, he had urged her onto her hands and knees and he had made love to her from behind, doggy style.

Sidney had let the fantasy end at that point. At that point, the memory of the rape-experience had been satisfactorily revised and replaced with agreeable lovemaking between consenting adults. It reflected what had happened, but it was no longer threatening. It had become consensual sex, not rape!

But, it wasn’t real. Sidney had been afraid even to accept a date since her rape. None of her friends knew why. She just hadn’t been available. Then Larry had asked her out. Larry, probably the most popular guy in school. Almost fearfully, she agreed to meet him at the ice cream bar. She had enjoyed his company, so when he asked her out again, she accepted, and they began dating.

Returning to reality, Sidney removed the dress and accessories, carefully hanging them in her closet. She had homework to do, and the prom was not for another two weeks.

Prom night came! And it was time for Sidney to be a normal High School girl. So she put Ms. Crusader out of her mind and carefully primped and prepared as she dressed in the gorgeous gown! Everything was perfect, and she reveled in the simple innocence of simply being a high school girl preparing for her prom.

At the appointed time, Larry arrived to pick her up. Having only seen her in the typical teenage ‘grungies’, he was astounded seeing her in her lovely pink ball gown falling to just above her knees! Larry stared at her shapely, 5’ 10” figure, and her neat, silky brown hair falling over her shoulders! It wasn’t that she looked sexy: but rather, she looked so . . . feminine . . .

Seeing the expression on his face, Sidney flashed Larry one of her brilliant smiles. With her full lips and wide mouth, that smile lit up the whole world around her.

Unconsciously, Larry took quick inventory, observing the tight bodice, tightly running from her modestly covered breasts downward to just below her waist, which was so trim he could almost encircle it with the fingers of his hands. At the waist, the dress flared out, apparently over a crinoline type material. She was wearing reasonable pumps, which pleased Larry, but even more pleasing, she was not wearing stockings or pantyhose. Larry much preferred the ‘bare’ look! It gave him greater anticipation of what might come later on! The top of her gown was held in place with two spaghetti straps over bare shoulders.

As Sidney whirled around to show him the full ensemble, he carefully observed the almost hidden hook and eye above the zipper running from the top of the dress to below her waist. He also noted the barely visible lines indicating the presence of a strapless bra, wide enough for three hooks, which confirmed that her breasts were probably as large as he had hoped. The flaring waistline of the dress concealed any panty lines, but a ‘proper girl’ like Sidney would certainly not be going out without panties and, unfortunately, probably a girdle also.

Briefly, Larry recalled this most recent girl friend, the one he had originally planned to take to the prom. She was a ‘proper’ girl too, but it turned out that he had gotten into her pants much quicker than he had anticipated. All she did was lie there like a statue! And as soon as Larry had cum, she was started talking about announcing their engagement and making wedding plans. After all, they had made love, hadn’t they? That meant they were engaged to be married, didn’t it?

When she began babbling about having kids and a house with a picket fence and a dog, Larry let her know he wasn’t interested in marriage. And her thighs snapped closed like a bear trap, not to be opened again until her wedding night!

It was an unpleasant scene as Larry extricated himself from that relationship. After all, he had already achieved his goal, so there was no profit in continuing the relationship any further. So Larry began looking for another girl to take to the prom. And he had noticed Sidney.

Larry regretted that he had not started dating Sidney earlier. He had enjoyed the time he had spent with her and was actually looking forward to fucking her! There hadn’t been enough time or opportunity for them to start ‘getting physical’. Normally, he would have preferred to have reached third base, or at least a good, solid second base before prom night. That way he could be reasonably confident that he would score a grand slam home run after the prom. But now, here was this delicious girl standing before him. Larry sighed. Probably the best he would be able to hope for tonight was copping a quick feel. She had a reputation for not putting out, but then again, she had never dated much. Maybe she never had the opportunity. Too bad he hadn’t had more time to turn her into a more promising partner to take to the prom.

After enjoying dinner in a nice restaurant, they went the lavishly decorated gym, (if a gymnasium can ever be lavishly decorated), and Sidney and Larry had danced! As the evening progressed, they had danced slow dances, cheek to cheek, and held each other close. Sidney’s heart was aflutter. He was doing all the romantic things! Occasionally he caressed her bare shoulders. He whispered nice things in her ear. He complemented her. He held her and occasionally nibbled on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Sidney liked the way Larry was treating her. Was this love? It was so wonderful! Larry was talking to her gently and kindly, treating her with respect. Absently, Sidney began comparing him with her ‘fantasy lover’. Although Larry gave just the hint of a suggestive comment, he was nowhere nearly as direct as her ‘fantasy lover’. And occasionally, when they were slow-dancing, his hand would slip down her back and rest between her waist and her hips, but he never actually groped her. Larry was treating her better than her fantasy lover! Much better! As she danced, Sidney replayed the fantasy of her lovemaking, inserting Larry’s image as her fantasy lover. Fantasizing about making love with Larry was pleasant indeed!

Toward the end of the evening, Larry discreetly produced a hip flask and took a sip. He handed the flask to Sidney, and encouraged her to have some. She hesitated, remembering how the thugs had poured whiskey down her throat, depriving her of her super powers before they raped her. Alcohol, or any drug for that matter would render her Meta powers useless. But she was ‘on leave’ from the sisterhood. She was with Larry, and she trusted him. She wouldn’t need her super powers tonight. Why not take a sip and enjoy the evening? Her powers would come back. This evening would not.

Sidney lifted the flask to her lips and sipped. This was only her second exposure to alcohol. The liquid burned her throat going down, causing her to cough. But it wasn’t as bad as the last and only time she had encountered alcohol. Determined not to look childish before Larry, she took another, deeper sip, carefully controlling her outward response to the burning liquid and returned the flask to Larry.

After prom, Larry drove her to Hessel Park by the edge of town and parked there. It was not a common ‘lover’s lane’, but it was deserted enough that it would qualify! Again, he offered her the flask. Sidney didn’t drink. She didn’t like the taste of the alcohol. And the effects of the first sips of whiskey were already doing a number on her brain. But she was already feeling a slight ‘buzz’, and she had to admit, it relaxed her and she felt more comfortable. It was a pleasant, relaxed feeling, and she enjoyed it. So once more, she sipped daintily. When Larry kissed her, she raised her lips to his. Larry’s hand slid up her side to touch the bare skin beneath her arm. Sidney slid her arm around his shoulders, so that it would be out of the way if he wanted to . . . explore . . . further. And he did want to explore further. His hand wandered, and it felt wonderful! His hand was touching her breast, just like those thugs who had raped her. But Larry’s touch was nothing like their touch had been. Sidney enjoyed Larry’s touch. It was soft, considerate, and respectful. Sidney wondered if her lack of inhibitions was due to the alcohol. Or maybe it was just the romance of prom night! Or maybe it was love!

At Larry’s suggestion, they moved to the back seat of the car ‘where there was more room’. And he kissed her some more.

He caressed her elegant long neck, her bare shoulder blades; he kissed the nape of her neck. His hands still caressing her, he kissed her deeply and their tongues touched. Engrossed in Larry’s kisses and caresses, it barely registered on Sidney’s mind that he was unzipping the bodice of her dress, unfastening the top of her strapless bra. Reality only intruded on her consciousness when he slipped his hand inside the loose bra.

Although Larry’s touch initially shocked Sidney, almost immediately her heart became wrapped with confusion and anxiety. Sidney realized that this was nothing that she hadn’t done with thugs. It had been in the back seat of a car that those thugs had stolen her virginity! Briefly, the panicked recollection of that rape flared up in her memory. Immediately, Sidney shoved the memory down into her sub-conscious. She wasn’t being raped! Not now! Not tonight!

Those thugs had raped her! But she wasn’t with those thugs any more! She was with her boyfriend, Larry. And Larry wouldn’t rape her!

Sidney tried to catch her breath and get control of the wild thoughts that were racing through her head. She didn’t really understand all the changes that had been taking place in her body these past few years, despite all the sex education classes she had taken. Real life was not the same as something in a textbook!

Still, she was in the back seat of a car. And her bare flesh was being touched. By a boy! No, that wasn’t right. She was being touched by a BOYFRIEND! And that seemed to make a difference.

She’d read somewhere that the average woman would sleep with 20 men before she got married, but Sidney didn’t believe it. Although, she had had sex with four men already: the rapists! She had never voluntarily slept with a boy before and in her heart, and she wanted to keep it that way! At least until she found the right boy. And if they had sex he would be the only one! And deep down inside, she felt like a girl, not yet really a woman.

To be brutally frank, she felt all sorts of confusing and contradictory emotions flowing through her! She enjoyed being touched: even wanted it! It was the beginning of the fantasy she had developed! Larry’s approach had been more direct that that of her fantasy lover, more obviously pressing toward sex without the niceties of a smooth seduction. But both approaches led to the same consummation. The touch of Larry’s hands moving over her bare satiny flesh was nice! Inevitably, he cupped her breast in a loving, but firm grip.

“Mmmmm! Nice!” Larry was giving his ‘seal of approval’. Sidney’s breasts were large for a girl of her body build, but at the age of 18, they were still impressively firm, surprisingly soft and rode amazingly high for their size. They had the pleasingly soft and yielding feel of natural breasts. Gently he squeezed her soft, pliant flesh in his remarkably strong hand. It was a loving touch, not aggressive, or brutal, or manipulative. He was soft, gentle, amorous.

Larry had felt her stiffen when he first touched her through her gown, but she had relaxed beneath his hands almost immediately, seemingly enjoying his explorations. Encountering no negative feedback, he had soul-kissed her and using that distraction, he had been able to loosen both her bodice and bra. She must have really been into that kiss, because it was only when his hand moved to her bare breast that her back really became rigid. He was used to this reaction and waited. What happened during the next few minutes would chart the course of the rest of the evening! And Larry knew that the girl was going through a lot of emotions as she came to the decision of what she was going to do next.

She hadn’t immediately retreated from him: that was good! He felt her going through a lot of different emotions, each one causing a subtly different reaction from her body. She would pull back infinitesimally, then, ever so slightly, press into his hand. She knew she should do something, but she couldn’t make up her mind what she should do!

After a great deal of inner turmoil, she relaxed, so Larry began caressing her bare breast, palming it gently . . . . gently was the functional word at this point . . . gently and he murmured his approval.

Sidney mewed softly as her nipples quickly hardened beneath his touch, and her breath sped up, coming in short gasps. She had forgotten how sensitive her nipples came when they were manipulated. And of course, that sent that incredible excitement and warmth flowing through her. Larry’s hard hands kneading her breast made it very difficult for her to concentrate on anything other than the sensations being engendered throughout her being.

As she slid to a reclining position with Larry over her, Sidney suddenly panicked, wondering how far this would go. She had always been a ‘good girl’ and this was a new experience for her. In her mind, she struggled, trying to find words to explain why she was letting Larry take such liberties with her . . . but the words just didn’t come! Should she stop him? Should she should tell him she wasn’t a virgin . . . that she had been gang raped? That she was ‘soiled merchandise’? If she were honest with him, would he leave her? His touch felt good, and she didn’t want to do anything to drive him away!

Sidney remembered conversations she had had with a girlfriend describing how she had lost their virginity in the back seat of a car. Everyone agreed, that in a car was not the most romantic place to be introduced to love.

Momentarily. Sidney saddened. She couldn’t give her virginity to Larry! She had lost it six months ago! But still, she was here. And Larry was here! And they were in the back seat of a car. And Larry’s fingers had just taken hold of her nipple, pulling it slightly, distending her breast outward.

They were headed toward sex! Sidney knew it. And she knew that Larry knew it! She had fantasized about making love. But Sidney hadn’t really considered sex with Larry, or with any man for that matter.

And now, she had a decision to make! Did she want to have sex with Larry, She wondered? Of course she did! Probably every girl in school wanted to have sex with Larry Drew: even the virgins. But most of the virgins were afraid. Sidney knew she should push Larry away. That’s what a ‘nice girl’ would do.

But, then again, Sidney was no longer a virgin! She was still a ‘nice girl’, she thought, but she wasn’t a virgin. There was no need to protect her chastity or save her virtue: It was already gone! But Larry didn’t know that! No one did!

She recalled a conversation with one girl who had admitted she had slept with Larry. Larry had broken her heart, but she grudgingly admitted that he was good! I mean, really good!

And Larry was a really a good lover! He touched Sidney in all the right places, in all the right ways. And every touch seemed designed to excite her more! She was really getting turned on! He rolled her already becoming hypersensitive nipples between his fingers. Sidney wondered if Larry could feel the small scars resulting from the nipple piercing she had endured during her rape.

She had a decision she had to make: Sex with Larry, or no sex with Larry. She hadn’t made up her mind yet. Would sex with Larry ‘ruin her life?’ Being raped had changed her life! But it hadn’t ruined her life! After all, Larry still wanted her.

Sidney experienced an emotional roller coaster as Larry touched her. Her excitement was elevating exponentially, but somehow Sidney had a feeling of aversion mixed with morbid fascination toward Larry and what he was doing. It was all happening so fast! Everything stimulated her! He certainly knew what he was doing! And Sidney reveled in being the absolute center of Larry’s attention. He was treating her and talking to her as if there was no one else in the world and she was the center of his universe. His touch was almost hypnotic, and she felt so relaxed. And, after all, it was her life to ruin!

Absorbed in his touch, the concerns about what Sidney should confess to him evaporated. His lips found her nipples, kissing and sucking gently. And the sensation was so absorbing that Sidney didn’t pay any attention as her panties slid past her knees and over her heels. She even gave a little wiggle when her legs were freed from the panties and she wasn’t aware that he slipped her damp panties into his pocket.

Sidney was so lost in the pleasure of his touch and kiss that she never considered that the moment of truth was almost at hand. She lay back in the back seat of the car, with glazed eyes staring off into space, enjoying his touch. He kissed her bare neck, ear, sucked on her ear lobe. And his lips found hers. She liked Larry, and she held Larry and kissed him deeply. Lying on the car seat, the car was narrow enough that her knees were bent. She was totally unaware that she let her knees be separated and as Larry caressed her, he slid between her legs spreading them wide. And with Larry between her thighs, the petals of her womanhood were lewdly spread, opening herself to him. He moved over her, positioning himself. Suddenly, she realized he had closed the short distance between them, touching her, moving between her lips. She ran her hands down his back to his bare buttocks – his pants were down, and hers were gone!

“Oooohhhh!" came the surprised moan as she realized there was nothing separating her from him. With one simple push, he could take her. . . . Sidney blushed from the waist upward.

Being an Alpha-meta, Sidney was considerably stronger than most men! Simply clamping her knees around his hips would stop his progress.

But Sidney was infused with erotic heat, tingling beneath his touch. He was so demanding, so forceful! Something hard and warm stroked her most intimate parts, spreading the lips of her womanhood, transversing her slit from end to end and finally stopping, gently touching her clitoris. Maidenly modesty demanded that she stop him and push him away.

She had to decide! Sex or no sex! She had to make the decision herself! It was her decision! And if she didn’t decide soon, Larry would be making the decision for her!

Sidney wasn’t aware of it, and certainly she would never admit it if she were, but the reality of the situation was that she had ‘met the cock’ six months before, when she was raped. And in truth, she wanted to meet it again! Understandably, at this particular moment, Larry was an ideal partner. Larry wasn’t a rapist! He would be a lover! If anyone fit the role of her ‘fantasy lover’, it was Larry!

Sidney’s libido lurched deeply within her. Lust poured throughout her body. Larry was poised at the entrance of her quaking love channel, and suddenly, having his feather-light touch caress her tingling labia wasn’t enough! Sidney wanted Larry! She wanted him to fuck her! Now! She wanted it all!

The whiskey had stilled the ‘modest maiden’ in her. Her inhibitions were no longer strong enough to prevent her from letting go and actually living her fantasy! And that frightened her a little. |But Sidney was overwhelmed with erotic heat, driving her wild! She writhed beneath him! If anything, her thighs spread wider, opening herself, offering no resistance. In her fantasy, this would be the moment where her ‘fantasy lover’ took her virginity.

Larry knew, even if she didn’t, that she was hot and wet and very ready! He enjoyed the anticipation stemming from how close they were, but knew if he waited too long she might react and pull away, bringing to an end what promised to be a glorious night of passion!

And Larry made the decision for her! He thrust hard into her quivering, moist vagina, skewering her, expecting to feel the shredding of her maidenhead. But there was no biological resistance there and he easily slid deeply into her well-lubricated womanhood. She was hot! And she was tight, to be sure, (tight from six months of lack of use combined with ongoing Keegle exercises!), but there was no hymen blocking his way.

The sudden pain of Larry’s abrupt entrance made Sidney cried out with surprise. The hard warmth of Larry’s flesh invaded her, unexpectedly spreading of her membranes. The sudden invasion hurt! It felt like he was enormous as her sex stretched painfully to accommodate his organ. Simultaneously, Larry gave a groan of pleasure as Sidney’s marvelous sex encircled him. With a grunt Sidney clamped her muscles and implored him, “Stop! We can’t! It hurts!”

Larry gave his well-rehearsed answer: “We can’t stop! It’s too late! Try to relax! I don’t want to hurt you!”

It had hurt Sidney, him going inside of her. He said he didn’t want to hurt her any more! Confused and dazed, she obediently began to relax, and he withdrew to thrust again, pressing deeper into her. Again, Sidney tightened around him, her back arching, her toes curling inside her shoes, her long legs spread and trembling.

But then a space seemed to open and she could feel his heartbeat overlapping hers. Sidney eye’s widened as he drove into her. She arched herself against her lover unconsciously wanting more and receiving it as he thrust harder into her. Sidney whimpered and cried out even louder as Larry’s penis pressed further between the folds of her womanhood. With a brutal shove, Larry entering her completely, as Sidney gasped and trembled beneath his thrusts.

This was her fantasy! She had never expecting to actually live it! It was a little rougher than she had expected, but nonetheless it was still her dream. And for the first time, Sidney wasn’t in charge of the fantasy: Larry was! Sidney was simply letting it happen.

Was she feeling Larry’s unconditional love and acceptance flowing through her with every thrust? The feelings of worthlessness and pain she had felt from the rape were gone! Larry loved her! She felt it in his passion! And now, they were making love! They were lovers! The thought of having a lover suddenly made Sidney feel awfully grown up!

Larry thrust and withdrew, spreading her natural lubrication, and thrust again and Sidney grunted as his penis stretched her sex and her already primed vagina welcomed his driving manhood! After the first three or four thrusts, it didn’t hurt so much as her body adjusted and the natural lubrication came into play. Without thinking, Sidney shut her eyes tight, bit her lips, opened her body to him, clenched her vagina hard around him, flexing her back and caressing his penis, pleasure coursing through her mind. She felt her bosom roll and ripple like the after shocks of an earthquake in time with each powerful thrust, keeping time to Larry’s penetrations like a metronome. This was so close to her fantasy! Infused with almost orgasmic pleasures, Sidney found her hips rolling into his thrusts, driven insane by Larry’s plunges plumbing her depths!

“Please, Larry,” she gasped, rationality suddenly interfering with desire. “Please stop! Take it out. I’m not pro . . .”

Her words were cut off by Larry’s passionate kiss. At this moment, Larry was not about to be dissuaded with a few words! Sidney’s hands clutched him firmly to her, contradicting her words. Larry withdrew, pulling almost completely out, and Sidney’s hand slid down to his naked hips, pulling him back into her as he thrust deep and hard. Warmth was spreading from Sidney’s tight vagina to her belly. Her body was generating even more lubrication. Sidney wrapped her shapely legs around him and pulled him closer, feeling him hilt himself, her body flexing up, trapped with insatiable orgasmic pleasures in response to his continued, consummate assault! Fully imbedded, he ground his thick sex around inside of her.

Sidney’s responses were obviously acts of consent, so without further misgiving about her spoken objections Larry increased his speed causing Sidney to twist. His ramrod cock felt so big as it stretched deep and rubbed Sidney just right along the nub of her clit. She suppressed an erotic scream, but could not suppress the vulnerable shudder that ran down her spine.

Establishing a rhythm, Larry pumped, rocking in and out of her, his breath coming in hisses and grunts. He was concerned only with his own gratification, and gave little thought of Sidney’s feelings!

Larry’s hand dropped to grab her breast. Sidney’s body was infused with the same warm, tingling feeling she had experienced when she was raped and orgasmed against her will. Between Larry’s hand on her breast and his voracious pounding into her, Sidney’s resolve was eroding rapidly! Any will power Sidney possessed was crumbling before his assault on her intensely stimulated senses. Her hands slid upwards, beneath his shirt, caressing his bare back, holding him tightly. As her body was moved in synch with the thrusts of the invader, a small part of her that told her she shouldn’t be doing this! And that still, small voice was keeping her from fully participating in their union.

Sidney moaned through Larry’s kiss as his pumping intensified, her own feelings of warmth and sexual pleasure were overwhelming her consciousness. Larry was deep inside of her, pumping madly. And her ardor became more intense the harder Larry pumped, his kisses became fiercer and his fondling became more intense!

But, deep inside, her reservations about the propriety of what they were doing simply wouldn’t go away.

His kiss ended, he pressed his face against her cheek, panting into her ear. Then raising his head, he gazed into her eyes. He loved the expression on her face: -- a combination of ecstasy, disbelief, amazement! And lust!

Somewhere through the haze of her hormone-muddled brain she heard Larry whisper, “I love you, Sidney!”

He loved her! He had said it! And she loved him! That makes it all right, doesn’t it? she wondered. Larry had said he loved her! That had dispelled all of her feelings of worthlessness. It drove off the pain of her memories.

She wasn’t worthless! She meant something to Larry! He loved her! Sidney felt ecstatic with the rush of feelings of self worth and being valued.

And Sidney Thames, the ‘prim and proper girl’, melted. She capitulated, surrendering to him! He could do whatever he wanted! There would be no resistance from her, no opposition, but rather she was thrusting into him, moaning. Eagerly, she pounded her hips against his, offering him everything she could give!

Larry felt Sidney’s reluctance and reservations fading away. He marveled! It always amazed him how easily those three simple words, ‘I love you’, could spread almost any girl’s thighs! And tonight, those words, combined with the alcohol, had swept away the last Sidney’s inhibitions! He savored the delicious fading of the last vestiges of her unwillingness.

Absorbed in her fantasy, Sidney yielded, clamping around him and caressing his penis as Larry continued to grind his manhood ruthlessly in and out of her. It was incredible! It was the most satisfying experience of her young life. Her whole world was centered on the man-meat that was buried between her legs! Erotic waves of heat passed through her body. That wonderfully frightening feeling of sexual pleasure was building in her! She had never felt so needed, so contented . . . so feminine! Spasmodically, her muscles clamped down on his thrusting member.

Larry grunted as he pumped into his beautiful partner. Apparently, there had been no hymen, so she may or may not have been a virgin, but she was certainly hot and she was certainly tight! Man, he wanted to fuck her into oblivion!

Sidney whimpered as moans of pleasure and passion escaped from her lips. Her hands, beneath his shirt, raked his back with her fingernails, thrusting her hips, urging him harder and deeper.

Without warning, Larry’s pumping became erratic. Sidney knew what that meant. She recognized the signs of Larry’s impending climax! Fear flashed through her sex-addled brain. Why had she stopped taking those birth control pills? If Larry released his seed inside of her, she could become pregnant. And if she became pregnant, then she would lose her super power forever. But those four thugs had all cum inside her, and she hadn’t become pregnant then.

“Larry, pull out! Don’t . . .” she cried out in distress. Then grunted as Larry thrust into her again.

She tried again. “Please, . . . . Larry . . . Uh, . . . . Uh . . . pull out . . .” Larry gave a particularly deep thrust almost taking her breath away. “ . . . uuuuuhhhh . . . you’ll . . . . make . . . me . . . . preg . . . . . . . .”

Lust took over her hormone-addled brain! After all, Larry loved her! He had said so!

And then, Sidney began to shake and couldn’t stop shaking. She squeezed her eyes shut against this unexpected pleasure, the anticipation! She wanted to feel Larry cum inside of her! She wanted to be filled with his seed, his love!

And this thought pushed her over the edge! She impelled her hips upward and into him, driving his penis deeper into her. Her knees spread even wider, attempting to give him even greater access to her. Her breathing became ragged and her orgasm seized her, seeming to rip through her entire body and mind! Sidney quivered and quaked. Her body began wild gyrations, inhibited only by the confines of the car, the weight of her lover holding her down and his penis pinning her in place. She gave a low, sensual groan deep in her throat as her hips pounded into him with release; her teenaged hormones generating an unexpected scream, her body taunt with suddenly released ecstasy! The orgasm was like a gut punch, taking her breath away and leaving her stunned and dazed, gasping for breath. Her climax radiated pure, unadulterated pleasure throughout her being. She bucked and grunted and gasped, all the while, her muscles were convulsing and quivering around her boyfriend’s penis!

“Aaaeeeiiiiiiieeeeee,” she cried, her back arching and head back. She was panting and gasping, grunting.

And Larry, already on the cusp of his own climax, arching himself into her, pushing every centimeter inside her, slamming home with relish. “Yes,” he cried, his head rolled back and his fingers dug into her breast. Sidney’s climax fired Larry’s ardor all the more. He lost it and exploded deep within her throbbing, clenching body. He twitched, seized, then groaned and blasted, driving his seed deep into her sweet, receptive, female depths. The intensity of his orgasm forced him to plunge even deeper into her, and Sidney gave another scream of ecstasy, her body rising and arching, tensing as she climaxed again, pouring out wails of satisfaction, her vagina clutching him, milking him. Larry strained, forcing his rod as deeply into her as possible as he rode out both of their orgasms. He pumped himself dry into her womb.

Sidney’s mind was swimming with stimulation. She panted and gasped, grunted and made small, pathetic mewing noises.

Sidney couldn’t imagine anything closer to perfection than their mating had been! If perfection ever existed, Sidney had just experienced it!

Larry was sprawled over his girlfriend, relaxing contentedly on her abundant breasts, as he gradually softened within her. He smiled a stupid, slaphappy smile, while Sidney, also grinning from ear-to-ear, held him to her bosom. With vacant eyes and deep breaths, she lay staring up at the roof of the car. She felt calm and peaceful. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that she and Larry weren’t married: They shouldn’t be having sex.

But Sidney was still dazed by the intensity of the orgasm she had just experienced. The girls at school had been right! Sex really is amazing! At least, sex with Larry had been! Her experience being raped had her on the verge of giving up men forever. But Larry had changed all that! Being with someone you love makes a tremendous difference! Sidney felt wonderfully happy! She felt fulfilled, complete. She felt like a woman! And she had just experienced a wonderful man!

Other than when she was raped during Ms Crusader’s first adventure six months ago, Sidney had led a rather sheltered life. Coming from this background, Larry, her first real lover, probably could do no wrong.

When Larry slipped out of her, he suddenly became embarrassed and separated from her. Picking up on his cue, Sidney scrambled to sit beside Larry, pushing her skirt down to cover her knees, and holding the front up, although she made no effort to zip up the gown again. Both were still breathing hard, and Sidney felt the evidence of their love seeping from her, staining the crinolines of her dress. But she didn’t see any blood. Last time there had been some blood. She glanced at Larry, sitting beside her, almost afraid to look at her. Her eyes dropped and in the moonlight, she saw his glistening member still exposed, Larry’s pants still down mid thigh. He was oblivious to his state of dress.

Sidney was feeling ambivalent. Had Larry just raped her? She had told him to stop! Twice. Maybe three times. And she had asked him to pull out two times. And he hadn’t.

But she had given herself to him! It was more like he had helped her live out her fantasy. He had treated her gently (almost) and told her that he loved her.

Memories of her rape flashed before Sidney’s eyes. And by sheer force of will, she replaced those memories with her fantasy. That place between her legs hurt like it had when she was raped, but it wasn’t so bad this time. It was amazing how close tonight’s activities had reflected Sidney’s fantasy. And re-living her fantasy in her mind, she knew the next thing her fantasy lover would want from her: what Larry would want from her. She had been with men before in the back seat of a car. That was when she had been raped. She had experienced what men want. She knew what they expected.

Sidney knew that after a man had fucked her, he wanted her to clean him off. Was that what Larry expected of her, she wondered.

She put her palm on Larry’s face and turned him toward her, giving him a sweet kiss. He kissed her back, but he didn’t put his arms around her and tell her he loved her like she hoped he would. Disappointment surged through her. And other than the kiss, which she had initiated, he hadn’t even touched her, or even taken her hand since . . . .

Maybe he was waiting for her to finish the job. Maybe he was embarrassed to ask, so Sidney decided to take the lead.

“I’ll lick you clean,” she volunteered, and without hesitation, bent over his lap, taking his limp member in her hand, lovingly kissing it, then began licking. Larry’s youth was evident as immediately, he began to harden again. Sidney took Larry into her mouth and began sucking, duplicating the lessons she had learned from the four thugs.

Too astonished to say anything, Larry stared at the brunette head bobbing up and down on his glistening, wet cock, as if she was consuming it! Very quickly, Larry’s penis grew to its youthful, gigantic proportions. Sometimes, Larry had allowed his dates to negotiate a blowjob instead of actual fucking. Sometimes, after fucking a girl, he would have to beg to get a blowjob! But Sidney had fucked him willingly, and then volunteered to suck him off!

Sidney found that what had humiliated and degraded her before, now actually fueled her devotion, and she felt the heat wash through her body again. She was doing something special for her man: the man she loved! At least, it was special to her! Surely, he appreciated the gift she was giving him! It was not something she would normally do for any man. She liked the way Larry tasted! This was her fantasy actually being lived out! And she was enjoying it! And Larry was going along with it! Her fantasy had followed the pattern of the rape, but with a loving partner. And she was thinking ahead, anticipating what would happen after she had licked him clean! That wonderful tingle and ache poured through her loins again!

With the thugs, Sidney had resigned herself to the taste and smell of man. The fact that Larry had said he loved her, somehow made him taste and smell better!

Watching the silky brown haired head bobbing up and down on his penis, Larry was impressed, even astonished by her talent, her skill and enthusiasm. She had endurance and was eager to please!

Already, Larry had reached rock-hard readiness, his breathing became gasps and his pumping became erratic. And, again, Sidney recognized what was happening!

“No, I’m not leaving you,” Sidney gasped. “Just do it another way,” turning and positioning herself on her hands and knees, her thighs spread wide, pulling the skirt of her gown up over her back side. “Come on, kneel in back of me,” she implored.

It was happening too quickly. And he wasn’t in charge! Larry, not quite sure what was happening, obeyed. She felt Larry rigid penis seductively grazing her bare leg and hip. Sidney had to reach beneath her legs to grab his erect member with her hand and draw it to her dripping vagina and rub its tip up and down her opening.

Larry may have been a little slow, but once I recognized what Sidney was doing, he moved into position to mount her, doggie style. Although she presented him easy access to her, he was clumsy in the cramped quarters of the car, and Sidney had to lead him until his daunting member pressed slowly into the opening of her vagina. Not one to pass up a golden opportunity, he pressed his prodigious penis between her puffy, vaginal lips and into her welcoming vagina. Sidney, delighted in the feel of his burning flesh against hers. Her vaginal sheath was still sore. But Larry felt so good. She sighed happily.

She was still deeply engrossed in her own fantasy, arched her back and groaned in relief as he entered her, exactly on cue. Her walls throbbed around him tightly, grasping him and encouraging him, her bottom wiggling and gyrating delightfully. As if on autopilot, Larry began a slow rocking motion, sinking his penis deeper inside her willing vagina. With each movement, more of him pushed inside her. It left her panting and squeezing him and thrashing with pleasure. He withdrew slightly and drove home again. She gasped.

Larry was not a virgin by any means! His popularity as a football hero had brought him numerous willing nymphs, and more than a few fairly experienced partners, some of whom had taken the time to teach him where and how to touch a woman. And encouraged by Sidney’s willingness, he was using every trick he had learned on her. But she was also showing him a few things! Already, she had given him one fabulous fuck, and now she was offering him another. This all seemed strange to Larry since Sidney had always been so straight laced in school. In fact, her reputation was spotless! Larry hadn’t expected anything more than copping a quick feel tonight. And yet, here she was, frantically fucking him. The ease of his conquest disturbed him.

It shouldn’t have. Long ago, Larry had settled into a ”fuck-‘em and forget ‘em” lifestyle. He knew it would just be a matter of time before the rest of the school, or at least the female half of the school, would recognize it and ‘cut off his rations’. He wasn’t sure what he would do then. He would probably have to look outside of school for feminine companionship. Or he would simply wait until he reached college, where there would be a new and wider selection of females, many away from home for the first time and eager for new experiences. But for the time being, Larry was not disturbed in the slightest that he was leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him, and a ruptured hymen accompanied almost each one of those broken hearts.

With Sidney, as with every girl, his principal concern had been to get into her pants. Her entire value, in Larry’s mind, lay between her legs. The idea of getting to know someone, and maybe forming a (gasp) relationship before fucking her was totally foreign to him. He had never bothered to make the effort really to talk to Sidney, or to get to know her as a person. He had absolutely no idea of what had happened to her before he met her. If he had taken the time, if they had talked, if he had gained Sidney’s trust, she would have been attracted to him all the more! She might even have told him about her ‘fantasy lover’. And if she had, then both Sidney and Larry would be enjoying her fantasy tonight. And for Larry, at least, it would have been a very different experience.

Instead, he was making the most of a cheap fuck, thinking about the disappointment that apparently she was not the innocent and untarnished virgin he had expected.

And of course, now that he had achieved his goal, there was no longer any necessity to date the Sidney any longer.

Relieving an inexperienced ‘nice girl’ of her virtue was always an enjoyable experience. Fucking a slut was always anti-climactic, especially when he had expected her to be a virgin. Thick headed as he was, the possibility of sharing a fantasy with a wonderful and willing partner was a pleasure that he would probably never experience.

As it was, Sidney was a ‘trophy fuck’ any way you look at it. Additionally, she was still awfully tight! Larry decided to make this second fuck a slow, enjoyable, memorable encounter as he bottomed out deep inside her receptive femininity.

"This is so much better the second time around!" Sidney exulted, totally lost in her fantasy.

Kneeling in the back seat of the car, Sidney braced her arms against the car window before her to support herself, and to give her some leverage so that she could push herself back upon Larry, meeting him as he drove into her!

Afraid he might slip out of her in this cramped space, Larry kept his hands on her hips, holding her steady as he pumped into her with clumsy, adolescent eagerness. Sidney happily

rocked back into him, living out her dream, meeting each thrust. Sweat covered her entire body and she found herself getting more and more turned on as Larry gained confidence.

Larry settled himself into deliciously slow, steady rocking motion, piercing her already overheated and over stimulated body. Her muscles squeezed him as she whimpered with noises of pleasure. There was no resistance in her at all! Becoming more secure in the cramped space, Larry reached one hand around to grab her breast and fondle her already hardened nipple.

His endurance seemed endless, and Sidney wondered if he would ever cum. She didn’t realize that having climaxed only a few minutes earlier, even although he was young, virile, and erect, he still had not yet regained all of his masculine capabilities. Sidney was getting more excited, eagerly awaiting his ejaculation with a strange mixture of joy and pain.

Larry pounded in and out, one hand holding her hips to steady her and the other hand rolling her hard nipple. Sidney’s hand crept downward between her legs, pausing to feel the action of his vigorous lunges into her. She let her head drop and gazed downward past his hand manipulating her nipple and observed his mammoth (so it seemed) member disappearing deeply inside her, then reappearing. Seeing what she was feeling was a huge turn-on for her, and she almost lost it right then. Sidney knew she wanted to time her climax so that she and Larry would come at exactly the same time. Letting her hand move further until she found Larry’s scrotum, gently grasping his balls, causing a flurry of new activity from her partner. Larry’s breathing took on a low animalistic timbre, and both hands sought out her large hypersensitive nipples, gently pulled outward, distending her exquisitely soft breasts, noting the sighs of satisfaction as she responded to his manipulation of her mammaries. Sidney licked his hand playfully. And Larry responded by pressing both of her quivering breasts into her chest beneath the palms of his hands.

Pleased with Larry’s enthusiastic reaction, Sidney gently raked her fingernails over his scrotum. Moaning, Larry reacted, moaning. He hadn’t felt this hard, or this big, in a long time. Beginning to lose control, Larry pinched Sidney’s sacred nubs causing her to cry out: a sound that he interpreted as gasps of approval rather than cries of pain.

Sidney turned her head and Larry found her lips. Her kiss was filled with hunger, and Larry pressed deeper into her. She gasped and murmured against his lips, “. . . so . . . good!”

He marveled! “I can’t believe how good, how willing you are!” One hand continuing his exquisite torture of her breast and nipple, while the other hand slid downward, pressing her stomach closer to him, pushing her downward onto his predatory member, and ultimately, centering on her mons where his finger sought out and began a slow, gradual, but relentless manipulation of her clitoris. Larry’s touch of her clit made Sidney moan louder, and even though she was struggling to keep control, her hips began to pump more frantically.

Throwing her head back and forth, spreading her knees even wider, her dark hair flew around her. She jerked and spasmed as Larry plowed into her repeatedly. Her breasts rolled and rippled in anticipation, like the earth storing stresses in anticipation of an earthquake. She arched her back again, moaning ecstatically.

Larry picked up his pace as a climax began to rise within him. “I’m going to cum,” he whispered between clenched teeth. “Are you ready?”

“Yessssss!” came the pleased, strangled reply, the wonderful tingle driving her toward climax. Sidney shivered with joy and pain. She screamed, her back arching, her head back. She felt Larry thrust hard and freeze, and she exploded into a magnificent, mind-blowing, will breaking orgasm, completing the fantasy that she had been riding.

With a groan of triumph, Larry hammered blast after blast of his burning seed into her welcoming vagina, slamming home with each spurt of his semen. Larry clutched her breast in one hand while he captured her distended clitoris, pressing it between two fingers. Sydney’s response was to jerk uncontrollably, gasping, grunting and making pathetic mewing noises as she spasmed around his man-meat. Sidney’s climax fired Larry’s ardor, causing him to pump all the harder within her, driving what felt like a double dose of cum into her throbbing, clenching womanhood. Aware that his load was filling her again, and groaning loudly, Sidney shuddered, and began squeezing her muscles over and over again, milking him, trying to get every bit of his seed into her as they both climaxed. It was just as she wanted it!

Swooning and collapsing with her face cradled in her arms on the seat, Sidney continued to climax around him, mumbles of pleasure coming from her lips.

Larry throbbed inside her once more and pinched her clit again, generating more spasms with her, combined with an over stimulated cry of ecstasy.

Sidney sat, vacantly staring at the indicator before her. It confirmed why her powers seemed to have abandoned her.

She had brought dozens of criminals to justice. She had been accepted into the Sisterhood of Superheroines at the age of eighteen! She had even made headlines in the newspapers and had stories about her on TV news. She had been gang-raped by a group of thugs, and other than her inevitable reaction to the rape, she had avoided pregnancy at that time which would have ended her career as a Meta Superheroine, and she had escaped virtually unscathed.

But ever since, Larry had been avoiding her. He would sit on the other side of the school cafeteria with his back to her, and was spending is time with a bubble headed cheerleading bimbo! It was a typical, heartless high school breakup. And that made her feel like every other insecure high school girl

Sidney wished Larry were here, now! And that he still loved her like he said he had. And that they could talk! Sidney desperately wanted someone to talk with. She didn’t feel she could talk with LoneStar. Not now!

Ms Crusader’s fantasy fulfilled

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