Help Candice...

The sound of Candice whimpering at being forcibly restrained awoke something inside of you. You know she is on birth control at least but a dim memory flashes in your mind’s eye of her effort to warn you. She wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for you, and leaving her here to sate the lust of these animals was something you could not abide. “Help… Help me… Michelle!!!” She screams as they rip her shirt off to reveal her beautiful bosom to the crowd.

The fire awoke inside of you burning the post orgasmic lethargy from your mind and muscles. Your parents had spent a great deal of money paying for the very best instructors of Martial Arts and you reluctantly started to enjoy the self-defense classes they **** you to take early in your childhood. Your parents were rabid about keeping you safe and naturally you rebelled by Martial Arts for it was a lot like ballet to you in its coordinated and sophisticated dances. There were still half a dozen boys in the room about to gang **** you both but surprise was on your side.

With a small amount of cum dribbling out of your puffy pussy lips, you charged at the boys. You probably were only insuring you got impregnated tonight but you refused to repay Candice’s selfless act by leaving her here with these cavemen. With your thigh high short silk aqua skirt, you had considerably more freedom of movement than Candice in her slacks, or the boys in their jeans. Using every cheap shot you were trained with you took out the first four guys before they got over the surprise of noticing you attacking them. “What the fuck?” The guy next to Rick said as he still kneaded and mauled Candice’s ample breasts.

Their surprise was magnified with how effectively you reduced their four brethren into **** or moaning bodies curled up in fetal positions. You knew that birth control pills were not completely a sure thing, and you thought maybe sating the lust of six teenage boys might be pushing the limits. The desire for your pussy ached to be fucked again was pushed to the back of your mind as you used pressure points and quick fluid joint locks to bring them down and out of the fight. You intentionally avoided trying to do permanent damage but the rage burning inside of you fueled your muscle fibers more than average. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Candice’s eyes locked on you before you got to the two remaining boys.

Rick was last after you slammed the other guys knees against the wall hard and heard him cry out in pain. Helping him down twisted your knee around him to ride his diaphragm down. Gravity providing all the **** needed to knock him silly with loss of breath and pain. Rick however was personal as Candice just collapsed to the floor crying. His fingers were juicy from having been finger fucking Candice with his hands down her pants. This knowledge only sparked another emotion of jealous rage inside of you as you slammed him up against the wall. “Easy baby!!!” Rick gasped pensively with wide eyes of surprise as he looked at you. Juices were still dribbling down your long beautiful tight legs.

Later, people might wonder why you couldn’t stop this before it got to this point but anyone who asked that was clueless as far as you were concerned. Before you had no real reason too until he started fucking your brains out. You have never had anyone do anything truly selfless for you either, and what Candice did had flipped a switch inside you that cleared out all the orgasmic cobwebs. “Easy baby?” Anger flashed a red haze in your eyes. “You intentionally try to fuck a baby into me and then have the gall to try to **** my best friend because she stopped you; And then you have the audacity to tell me to take it easy?” Before he has a chance to respond, you slam your knee up into Rick’s cock and balls that had given you so much pleasure with a vengeance. Satisfaction was all that you felt as you saw his eyes roll up in delirious pain as you let him fall down. Grabbing Candice you walk out.

“Get a life” You mutter as you urge a recovering Candice out of the room. Walking over still moaning bodies, and around boys still trying to get up. How the hell that actually worked with you walking out with your best friend was a miracle as far as you were concerned. She started holding you up as the adrenaline wound down and you felt a sudden rush of weakness from being royally fucked and the intense exertion.

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