Date: Tue, 1 May 2012 18:57:49 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Vigilante. Part Two.

            This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

            Part Two

   I was ahead of her again that afternoon, but not too far as I didn't
want to hang around and be noticed. I got into the square and wearing a
pair of gloves, picked up a short piece of iron and a small block of wood
and went to the entrance she would use and went up in the lift and then
before the door could shut behind me, put the block of wood down so that it
couldn't close.

   I peeked over the parapet of the seventh floor outer landing to the
flats and saw her enter the block. Now I knew she would try the lift button
first before giving up and have to walk up the stairs, how long this would
take I had no way of knowing, but I got ready just round the corner of the
last flight before the seventh floor, halfway from the sixth. I'd counted
to one hundred and thirty eight before I heard a wheezing gasp and the
heavy footfalls of her having to climb that many stairs.

   I steadied myself against the wall as her head appeared round the corner
on that half landing and then swung the pipe with all my strength. God what
a noise that sound made as the pipe smashed into her skull, crushing it
with one blow. She never even saw it coming and went down like a sack of
potatoes. I put the bar down rather than drop it because it would have made
quite a bit of noise and then quickly opened her bag and took out her
purse. I only took the notes and let the purse fall, the odd coins spilling
out with a tinkling sound. I quickly went up the short flight of stairs and
took the block of wood from the door and took the lift down to the ground
floor and as I left it, threw the block away.

   The money was immaterial as I only took it so that it would look like it
was a mugging and robbery, though fifteen pounds was fifteen pounds. As
soon as I got above ground from the tube train at my station, I went to the
library and just wandered about for about ten minutes before going to the
front desk.

   `Excuse me,' I said to the woman behind the desk. `I've been wandering
around here for about an hour and decided that I would like to take one or
two home, but I don't have a library card. What do I have to do to get
one?'

   `That's no problem,' she said with a smile, delving into a drawer and
pulling out an application form. `Just take this home and get your parent
to fill it in and sign it and bring it back with some proof of your address
and then you can take out some books.'

   `Oh Lord! Is that the time? ` I exclaimed looking at the clock behind
her, making her turn to look. `I've been here a whole hour and I should be
home now for my tea. Well thanks for this,' I said waving the form at her
as I trotted off to the exit.

   `Where've you been?' Lucy asked when I got inside the house.

   `Oh, to the library. I want to join and I got this form that Doris has
got to sign,' and that was that for no more questions were asked of
me. Doris duly filled in the form and went with me to the library the next
day, Saturday, and I got two books out. That first time there I didn't pay
any attention to the books I chose but later became very selective on what
I took out to read.

   It was at assembly in school on the Monday morning that we were told
that Miss Trout had been the victim of a mugging attack over the weekend
and had died in hospital, so a prayer was said to which I made no
response. So we had the headmaster take our class for a few days until a
replacement teacher arrived, but there was a lot of talk about Miss Trout
and the consensus was that she wouldn't be missed by the majority of the
class. A Mr Paget took over and my grades started to improve almost
immediately and I did seem to get quite a bit of his attention. Now whether
that was because my desk was at the very front of my row, or the fact that
I now had a bust that was bigger than any of the other girls in that year,
I don't know. I was now wearing a bra the size that most fully grown women
couldn't fill and I was still only thirteen years of age.

   Having been told the facts of life by Mother Phelps, I now began to
notice how men and boys looked at me, their eyes first focusing on my bosom
before looking me in the face. So I decided to try out a theory that had
been forming in my mind and with that money from the purse of Miss Trout, I
bought a couple of tops, one a size too small and the other with a loose
neckline.

   Wearing the tight one first, I had my bra on as normal when I had
breakfast before leaving for school, but as soon as I was there, I went to
the toilets and took off the bra and stowed it away in my bag. I felt very
daring as I knew that my breasts were now very visible under the tight
fitting top and I could see that every boy whispered and nudged a companion
at what they could see.

   Mr Paget when he came into the classroom to call the register, he
actually faltered after calling out my name as he looked at me. I looked
down at my front and could see that the nipples were really sticking out
and were clearly visible and when I looked up at him and smiled, his face
went a bit on the pinkish side. I also got a warm glow in my lower stomach
but at that point in time, didn't know what it was that I was experiencing,
but it felt very nice. Of course I put the bra back on when it was time to
go home.

   When I wore the loose necked top, without a bra, I found that he would
quite often stop by my desk as though looking down at what I was writing,
but I knew then that he was looking down the top of my top to see my
breasts and again I got this warm feeling inside of me.

   I was a prick tease, though I didn't know the expression then, but I
later heard this being said by one of the boys after he had cornered me
once for a grope. It was that what he called me after I had put my knee up
into his groin for having the temerity to touch me there. I must have
driven Mr Paget almost out of his mind every day of the week sitting there
in front of him as he tried to teach us English, seeing me take deep
breaths as I pondered what he was saying. Mind you, I would have killed him
if he had tried to touch me. I did with the next man who did.

   Lucy and I had gone to the cinema and we were watching the film when a
hand came over my shoulder and was inside my blouse and clutched my breast.

   `Is the other one as big as this darling?' the man breathed in my ear. I
batted his hand away and grabbed Lucy's hand and dragged her out of her
seat and moved to a different row.

   `What did we have to change seats for?' she asked when we were seated
again.

   `I couldn't see the screen properly for that woman's hat,' I answered
her and felt in my bag to see if I still had the stiletto knife that I had
bought only a few days ago. It was there and would have stayed there if
that man hadn't got up and moved to come and sit in front of me. He gave me
a leer as he pulled down the seat before turning round and sat down. That
was enough. The knife was out and I rammed it through the back of his seat
and he gave out a grunt and then a small groan as I pushed it back a second
time. I sat there with Lucy for another few minutes before I said that I
was getting a headache and that the film was rubbish and I would rather go
back home. She agreed about the film and so we got up and left and she
didn't even give a passing glance at the man slumped in the seat in front
of us. I hadn't really wanted to do it, but his hand touching my breast
brought up this rage in me and that was it.

   When he was discovered at the end of the evening show, it was too late
to make the morning papers, but there was a small item the following
day. It also appeared in the local paper a few days later about a man being
murdered in the cinema and the police were appealing for witnesses

   `We were there that night,' Lucy said. `Shouldn't we go and tell them
that?'

   `No way!' I said. `I've had my fill of police and social workers. We
didn't see anything so why should we go. You didn't see anything did you?'

   `No.'

   `Well then, let's not bother,' I said and changed the subject, so now I
had four deaths on my hands and didn't feel the slightest remorse for any
of them. The fifth one came when I was sixteen.

   I was growing up before I reached that birthday, and so was Lucy. She
was now a young woman like I was though not quite so heavy on top but she
was turning into a very beautiful female and we were both being constantly
asked to parties or to go out on dates.

   We went out a couple of times but they were boys and were more shy than
we were. It went as far as having a few clumsy kisses and I think the size
of my breasts were just too intimidating for them to dare to try and touch
them. There was one boy I did rather like and I could see what he would
like to have done to me with what he had in his pants. We kissed a bit in a
corner of a darkened room at someone's party and I could see that he was
straining at the leash but didn't have the courage to use his hands on me
so I helped him out.

   It was the first time that I pulled down a trouser zip and put my hand
inside to handle an erect male penis. He gave a gasp as my hand touched him
but he didn't stop me from pulling it out so that I could see what I was
doing.

   `Rub it,' he said hoarsely and I did so, feeling the hardness and
strength that he had as the silken sheath moved over that solid bar of
flesh. I felt his body start to stiffen and then he came all over my hand
and his trousers.

   `Ugh!' I exclaimed as I suddenly let go of him so that it flopped
upwards and continued to pump his stuff out .

   `I'm sorry Sally, I'm very sorry,' he stammered as he got a handkerchief
out of his pocket, with some difficulty I might add, and gave it to me to
wipe my hand. `I couldn't help it,' he continued as he took the cloth from
me after to try and wipe himself down.

   `I don't want to do that again,' I said huffily.

   `Oh Sally,' he whined, `I've said I'm sorry. It's...it's just that you
drive everybody crazy, especially me. I just couldn't help it.'

   I did that favour for a couple of other boys as long as they didn't
touch me, that was the stipulation and they accepted that I would give them
hand relief for not doing so. It was at the third party that Lucy gave away
her virginity, but didn't know until she plonked herself down next me.

   `I did it! I did it!' she said breathlessly.

   `Did what?' I asked stupidly.

   `IT! Just now! Up in one of the bedrooms with one of the boys.' Then I
understood.

   `Did you make him wear one of those rubber things?'

   `No. I don't know.'

   `Oh you silly girl. When was your last period?'

   `It...it's due any day now, why?'

   `Oh let's go home, I've had enough of this place. You've had it, I don't
want it, so let's go. I'll talk to you when we get home,' and so we left.

   `Didn't Doris tell you anything?' I asked her when we snuggled down in
bed together. With us two girls in the same house, Doris had given us her
room, which I think I've mentioned before. She slept in the single bed in
the smaller room so that we could have the big double bed, and it was here
that we slept together.

   `Well she did tell me some things,' Lucy replied.

   `Tell me what you know,' I asked, and so she told me what she had
learned from Doris or picked up in school. I then filled in the gaps that
you could have driven buses through.

   `Where did you learn all this?' Lucy asked.

   `Mother Phelps,' I answered and left it at that, and was thankful that
two days later her period started.

   On my sixteenth birthday, we had a tea party instead of dinner, just the
three of us. I didn't want anybody else and I wanted to wear my new blouse
to the disco that we promised ourselves that we would go to that
evening. So at eight o'clock having put on a little make-up and without
Doris noticing, had taken off my bra because I knew it would be hot down
there in that disco place we were going to on the High Street. So with top
coats on, we went off and were soon in the darkness and dancing under the
strobe lighting that made everything appear jerky like a film that keeps
stopping and starting.

   It was hot and sweaty down there and I was grateful of the cold beer
some boy had bought for me and after a short rest, was up and dancing
again.

   Now what started the fight I don't know, but I have a sneaky suspicion
that it was me and my big tits. They were bouncing about and covered in
sweat and so I'm sure that my nipples were quite visible even in the dark
bits between the flashing lights. It started off as a scuffle that we could
hear above the music and then a girl gave out a scream as a table was
knocked over and then a hand suddenly tore open the front of my blouse.

   I never saw the coming of the hand or the face of the person who did it,
but my breasts were suddenly out in the open and shone like beacons, like
car headlight reflectors that seemed to flash and glow in that strobe
lighting. The fighting was suddenly closer and right next me and I could
hear bottles hitting the floor and glasses getting smashed. Then I took a
blow to the side of my head and I went down and slid on the floor, and
feeling the legs of a table, squirmed myself under its protection as
another person was knocked down who rolled half on top of me.

   His head came to rest on my in-built pillows and I could hear his grunts
as he was kicked and trodden on. When his mouth fastened on my breast, I
didn't stop him because he was taking the kicks that I would have
suffered. His mouth was over my nipple that came up like a small rock and
he sucked on it as though trying to get milk from it. The noise of the
fighting seemed suddenly subdued as I began to get that warm feeling again
in the pit of my stomach as the man suckled on me, but then he went and
spoilt it.

   It was when his hand went up under my skirt and tore my panties and he
put two of his fingers inside me that I went berserk. I fought like a tiger
and managed to bring my right leg up to where I could feel the top of my
calf length boots that I was wearing. Inside, in a sheath of its own, was
my knife. This I managed to get my hand on and I brought my arm up and
drove the blade right up between his ribs as I heaved him off me onto his
back, and as he fell back, I twisted the blade and pulled it free from his
chest. I knew it would be covered in blood, so I wiped it on his shirt
before slipping it back inside my boot.

   I then went on my hands and knees under the table and started to
carefully move along underneath others for their protection as I could now
hear the roar of the fighting men and the smashing of glasses and
bottles. There was also a lot of screaming as the girls tried to get out of
the way as I made my way across the room and I heard Lucy's voice screaming
out my name.

   I felt I was free from the melee going on in the middle of the dance
floor before I got up and called out Lucy's name and then we found each
other. She grabbed my arm and we got pushed into the mass of people
struggling to get to the stairs and the exit and we were virtually carried
up and out into the blessed cool fresh air. Lucy had thoughtfully grabbed
our coats before coming to look for me and gasped with dismay when she saw
that all I had left of my blouse was just a few tattered bits across my
shoulders. She helped me get my coat on to cover myself and we joined in a
crowd of people as they all moved down the High Street and away from the
disco.

   There must have been at least twenty of us and like lemmings, as soon a
police siren was heard, turned off the High Street into one of the side
roads. We kept with them as we were heading in the right direction for us
to get home, though the odd couple would disappear to go on their own way,
but there were still at least eight left when we too broke away at the
corner of our road.

   Doris was still up and cried out in dismay at the bedraggled state that
we looked when we got inside the house. Hair all awry and our mascara
smudged and Lucy with one stocking down at her ankle. I didn't dare take my
coat off to let her see what I looked like underneath, or she would have
had forty fits. Lucy and I made our excuses that we were tired but okay and
wanted to go to bed, and we were soon ensconced upstairs. It was good to
get the coat off so that I could remove the remnants of my new blouse off
and sit down and kick my shoes off.

   `Oh look at your face?' Lucy exclaimed, `you're going to have a bruise
on that if we don't do something about it. Just sit there and I'll be right
back.' So I sat there and peeled off my stockings, cursing because they
both had more ladders than a building site and now ruined. Lucy bundled
back into our room with a bowl of water, a cloth and a bottle of witch
hazel and proceeded to wash my face and apply this amazing magic water that
stopped bruises from coming out.

   Then she took the cloth and began to wash my breasts and the warm water
made a tingle go up and down my spine as she ran the cloth round them and
over the nipples, making them pop up and get hard. I also began to get that
warm feeling again in my stomach and closed my eyes as her hand moved
across them.

   `A man tonight did just what you are doing now,' I said, my voice all
soft and mellow, `and I liked it as he went and sucked on one of them.'

   I suppose I should have been shocked when I felt Lucy's mouth cover one
of my nipples and began to gently suck on it, but I wasn't. I just brought
my hand up and stroked her hair as I felt that feeling come again in the
pit of my stomach, and later in bed I fell asleep as she did with her
sucking on me again.

   It wasn't until we were awake in the morning that I first really kissed
Lucy as we lay in our bed. I thanked her for what she had done the night
before and kissed her again and she responded by kissing me back. I raised
one of her hands and placed it on my breast for her to rub as I put mine on
one of hers and then I later moved down a bit and sucked on her raised
nipple. School had finished and so we stayed in bed most of the morning
kissing and stroking each other's breasts as well as kissing them, but
that's as far as we went, then.

   It was in the paper next day about the fracas at the disco and the
report said many people had to have treatment in hospital and that one man
had been stabbed to death and Doris said that she was glad that we had got
out in time and not been involved. Then she went on to discuss our future
as we had now finished with school and that it was about time we started to
think about finding ourselves a job.

   I had to stop myself from laughing at that coming from Doris, one who
hadn't had a job for the past seventeen years but had milked the state and
found out every excuse for not finding work and was telling us to get a
job. So we let her turn page after page of local newspapers that had job
vacancies and let her have fun by circling nearly every one of them as she
described what was wanted.

   Lucy and I went to the Labour Exchange first, though I think it's now
called The Job Centre to explain that it was our first time in looking for
work, and a nice woman saw to all the details and got us our National
Insurance number that only we could use and would have to give it for every
job we went to for the rest of our lives.

   `It's a pity you're not eighteen because I know of many places that are
crying out for you women of your, er, shall we say, attributes,' she said
with a smile.

   `What jobs are they and why eighteen?' I couldn't help but ask.

   `Barmaid,' she said succinctly, and I immediately understood what she
meant and I think I blushed.

   `Do you think they will cause me a problem in getting a job?' I asked
anxiously.

   `Not in the slightest if the hirer is a man. No chance if it's a woman,'
she laughed and we joined in knowing what she meant.

   She was quite correct and I got the first job I applied for, it being a
man who interviewed me and I stayed there exactly one week. The men in the
office kept hitting on me and the women were so bitchy that I hated it and
after three days I'd had enough and I cried in bed that night as Lucy held
me in her arms.

   `The women all hate me,' I complained, `because of these,' and I
indicated my breasts. `You don't hate them because they're bigger than
yours, do you?' I cried.

   `No darling,' Lucy crooned as she stroked one, `I think they are
wonderful.' I had now taken to sleeping in the raw and so Lucy did the
same, and I could feel her body heat as she bent her head and kissed each
one in turn before sucking on my nipples. `I love them, especially when I
can do this,' and I let her continue to kiss and suck on me as I lay back
and let that warmth flow through me as my nipples hardened and gave me a
tingle right through to my heart.

   Lucy had landed a job in an estate agents office and said that she liked
it and begged me to stay where I was till the end of the week and in the
meantime, she would ask to find out if there was a place for me in their
office. So I endured the next two days in that hateful office and I was
glad when it was finishing time on the Friday and had the pleasure of
telling the manager where he could stick his job, office and all that were
in it.

   Lucy had good news for me and said that she was to take me to the office
in the morning, Saturday and have an interview with the manager. I was
hired on the spot and told to start on the Monday and Lucy was so happy for
me that we went out and spent her week's wages all in one day, well nearly
all. We finished up by daring each other to walk into a pub and order a
drink, and I was amazed that we got away with it. Lucy ordering two gin and
tonics not thinking that we could get away with ordering beer.

   We had two each and went home slightly tipsy and laughed at the
slightest joke that was cracked at the dinner table.

   Then it was to bed still laughing as we kissed and cuddled each other
and, putting it down to the drink and because it was Lucy, I didn't have
the urge to kill her when her fingers went between my legs and caressed me
down there. So I did the same to her and had this warm glow flooding
through me as her fingers played with me and I didn't want her to stop.

   `Is this what lovers do?' I asked her in a whisper.

   `I don't know, but I like what we are doing,' she giggled and kissed
me. The night was spent with us just whispering to each other between
kisses and caresses and really fell in love with each other so much so that
we began talking about moving away from Doris and setting up home
together. This wasn't a problem as my house was still there and the rent
was fully paid up and it was there waiting, just waiting to be occupied
again. The problem in doing this there and then was Doris, and she put up
every objection she could think of. The best one being that she had worked
her fingers to the bone to raise Lucy and later, support me, and now, now
that we were just about to start bringing some money into the house, we
wanted to leave. Leave and deny her a bit of comfort in her coming old
age. Her, who hadn't worked since Lucy was born! That's why we laughed and
told her that she could take in a lodger and get maybe a bit more than
money. This was said with a smirk and for that, Lucy got a slap, a light
one because Doris laughed at the suggestion, which I think became less of a
joke when she had time to think about it.

   I was given a desk in the estate agents office and told to look through
all the files and see if I could make sense of them and ask if I didn't. I
answered the phone and took messages to pass on and didn't really get
involved with any selling or renting for a couple of weeks.

   Then I was taken out with Mr Trentham, the manager, to visit a house
with some prospective buyers. Lucy had gone out the week before and said
that she thoroughly enjoyed those trips out of the office. I did too,
keeping in the background to watch, listen and learn

   After two weeks of badgering Doris, she finally gave in to us moving
into my old home as Lucy and I hugged each other.

   `But if it doesn't work out and you want to come home, I`ll keep the
room ready for you.'

   `Thanks mum,' Lucy said giving her a kiss and I added mine, giving her a
kiss too. So without much ado, we went round to my house and spent the
whole day cleaning the place out of three years dust and grime,
concentrating on what would be our bedroom and the kitchen. We quickly went
and did some shopping, getting just enough for the weekend and being
trainee's as it were at the agency, we didn't have to work on Saturday's
just yet.

   We had a light meal that evening and then went upstairs to have a bath
each to get rid of the dirt we'd acquired in our cleaning. Lucy was a bit
apprehensive about me going into the bathroom where my step-father had
died, but I had no qualms on that score. Because of the boiler, there was
only enough hot water left in the tank for one bath, so we shared the
water, squashed up together and I made sure that it wasn't I who had to sit
at the plug hole end.

   We laughed and played as we washed each other, taking time and care over
each other's breasts and then it was out to get dried as the water, now
dirty, ran away. We held each other's hand as went through into what was
now to be our bedroom and quickly got under the covers without bothering
with nightdresses.

   `Well?' I asked as our heads went down onto the pillows and we lay
facing each other. `What do you think of our new home?'

   `Oh darling I love it, and I love you too for asking me to come and live
with you,' she said leaning over and kissing me, our breasts just touching
each other as she did so.

   `I love you too Lucy,' I said putting my arm over her shoulder and
drawing her closer to me. `I hope we will be happy here.'

   `Why shouldn't we be? You love me and I love you,' she said as her hand
went and stroked my back down to my waist, `and I think I'm going to love
what we can do in this bed together,' kissing me again and I gave myself up
to the pleasure of having her hand move down between our bodies and start
to touch me.

   I rolled onto my back and let my legs open for her to touch me more
intimately than she had done before and I felt that warm glow start as her
finger came in between the lips of my labia and touch the little button
that was up there inside. I gave out a small groan at the charge of
electricity that surged up inside me as she did so. My own hands went down
and I used my fingers to open myself wider to her questioning fingers and
got a thrill as I felt myself get wet down there that enabled her two
fingers to slip inside and start to gently move and excite me.

   She had moved down the bed so that she could suck on an erect nipple as
her fingers soothed my inner heat that her thumb against my clitoris was
making. I didn't realise that I started to croon as small little waves of
pleasure rippled up my body as she worked on me and I don't know what
prompted it, but I pulled one hand up and I pushed her head off my breast
and down towards my open legs.

   She kissed my lower chest and stomach as she shifted her body further
downwards and moved in between my legs as her lips brushed across the light
tufts of hair at the top of my thighs.

   I felt her breath, warm and inviting after the cool air wafted around me
as she pulled her fingers out of me to replace them with her mouth and
tongue. I shuddered with delight at the first touch of her tongue at the
entrance to my vagina and really trembled and gasped when I felt it flick
in and out, triggering a fire inside of me that put me in a turmoil.

   How could I have Lucy do this to me when I couldn't bear having a man
touch me I thought, to which I had no answer and so banished it from my
mind and gave myself up to the pleasure that she was giving me. Then I did
the same to her and got smothered with kisses when I had finally stopped
and our heads met once again on the pillow. Then it was to sleep with us
vowing our love for each other forever and ever.

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