Samantha Steel is...The Spy Who Did Me--The First Coming A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller

by E. K. Santo

  Three

  From then on, I realized how closely they were watching me. Every first day of the month, Jesse would ask me if I had bled yet. I said I didn't, but she'd be the first to know.

  Tom was hanging around even more than before, watching me closely. He even started driving me to school, dropping me off in the morning, and then hanging around for a while...watching me interact with the other kids at school. I have to admit, he probably saw a lot. I did seem to draw quite a bit of attention.

  Two years had passed since the interrogation in the kitchen, and I continued to blossom at an absurd rate. At the age of seventeen, I easily could have passed as a twenty five year old centerfold for “Playboy” magazine. Even the teachers, male and female, always gawked at me.

  I stood at five feet ten inches, with D-cup breasts, long, athletic legs, and an apple shaped ass. My hair was a very dark brown...close to black. I had thick, pouty lips, high cheekbones, and a perfect smile. But my standout features were my eyes...almond shaped, dark green eyes. I would even go as far to say that my eyes were the color of emeralds. Absolute attention-getters.

  But I wasn't the only thing changing. During those two years, I also noticed that my foster brothers and sisters had turned in to all foster sisters. The boys, in which there were three, all moved on within a few weeks of each other, all being replaced by young girls.

  I accidentally discovered why this happened, and a few other mysteries as well...

  ***

  It was very late one night, and I awakened to use the bathroom. I tiptoed out of the bedroom, which I shared with a foster sister. I caught a glimpse of light coming up the stairway from below, and curiosity got the best of me.

  I slowly tiptoed down the steps, being very quiet. I stopped about halfway down, and had a full view of the kitchen, where Jessie and Tom sat at the small table, papers and folders strewn all about it. Tom had been gone for almost a week. They were talking, not realizing how loudly, obviously thinking everyone else was sound asleep. I watched and listened through the stairways bannister, hidden from them.

  “I don't know how much more I can take. This assignment is really starting to take its toll on me. Tom was saying.” I did notice how stressed he looked.

  “The beginning was no big deal...just observe the girl...record all the data...ask some questions...ya know, keep an eye on her. I felt these urges back then, but it was mild. Now...I'm walking around with a terminal erection. It's fucking insane! They didn't tell us it would be like this!” He was livid.

  Jessie watched Tom intently, concern on her face, nodding her head. “I know, I feel it too,” Jessie said. “I always have.”

  “You feel it, too?” Tom asked, surprised.

  “Hell, yes!” said Jessie emphatically. “I know you walk around here with a boner all the time, but whenever I'm around her, my panties get soaked, my nipples harden in to little rocks, and I can't think straight. I don't know exactly how, or what, Dr. Steel did to her, but I do know what it's doing to me. I'm horny all the time...it's bizarre.”

  “It can't be as bad as I've got it...Gibbons told me that Steel had produced this particular DNA strand for extreme male attraction. First of its kind...and last. I was told that you were here to relieve my anxiety. I thought that's why you give in to my lust so easily.” said Tom.

  Tom mentioned my last name twice, but he wasn't referring to me...a Doctor Steel...who was he, I wondered? Was he a relative? Maybe even my father?

  “Listen Tom,” said Jessie, “I knew my role when Gibbons gave me this assignment...and I'm not disagreeing with you. You probably do need more relief than me. I saw what was happening to Kenny and the other boys...you weren't here for that. You've had the luxury of coming and going as you please. I had to watch them suffer.”

  “I wouldn't use the term 'suffer', Jessie. That's a bit over the top. And I don't come and go as I please. I can't be around her for long lengths of time. It's too stressful.” said Tom.

  “And you don't think it was stressful for the boys. They're teenagers...ya know, raging hormones and all. Shit, Kenny became a chronic masturbator. If I hadn't gotten them outta here when I did, they either would have jumped Samantha, or jerked off to the point of maiming themselves.”

  Tom started to laugh. It sounded like the laughter of someone on the edge.

  “But you have to understand one thing,” continued Jesse, “You’re relieving my sexual anxiety just as much as I'm relieving yours. I need to fuck you, just like you need to fuck me. Otherwise...I think I'd be in the bathroom all day long playing with myself. That girl has some crazy juice running through her.”

  I noticed that Tom became a bit jumpy when Jesse mentioned the need to fuck him...that I was having some kind of effect on them, and the boys who used to be my foster brothers.

  Tom reached over to Jessie, a hand on her shoulder. She took his hand in hers, caressing it. Tom sighed, beginning to swoon to the feeling of her touch.

  “Tom,” said Jesse, “I know just what you need.” She moved his hand to her breast, and it became obvious to me that Tom started breathing heavily. He kneaded Jessie's breast over her blouse, rubbing the nipple that I assumed was rock hard. I wish I could get closer to see, but if they heard me, the shit would hit the fan. So I just sat on the stairs, watching.

  Jessie stood up from her chair, moving behind Tom...massaging his neck and shoulders...her fingers pressing deeply into his flesh. She leaned down, kissing his neck, nibbling on his ear.

  Then Tom stood up, turned and faced Jesse, kissing her hard, and long. His hands groped her buttocks, gripping her ass cheeks with great vigor.

  He seemed like he might lose control...like he might ravage her. “Relax Tom, I said I know just what you need.” said Jessie seductively. She reached down to his belt, unbuckling quickly...undoing his pants and zipper with ease...reaching in and feeling his hardness. Tom looked to the ceiling, and let out a muffled groan at Jessie's touch.

  Jessie pulled Tom's pants and underwear down to his ankles, while Tom grabbed his erect manhood and rubbed it on Jessie's head, then her cheeks...then her lips. She tilted him in to her mouth with her right hand, keeping her left on his abdominal wall above his penis. It seemed she sensed Tom's state, and he might thrust at her, the way a swordsman might try to kill an opponent. It looked like she was trying to hold him back with her free hand. She was right to do so.

  Tom began thrusting his hips forward rapidly. Jesse didn't have the strength to hold him back, and allowed him a few very strong thrusts in to her mouth. In my opinion, he was hitting the back of her throat.

  I heard her gag a bit...but she was an old pro at this, especially with Tom. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, stroking him. “Just relax Tom...I'll take good care of you.”

  As she held and stroked him, I saw how huge his cock was. I would find out later in my life that as big as he was, there was much bigger. I was amazed, watching Jessie manipulate Tom's cock, and how he shuddered with every few strokes she gave him.

  Jessie took him back in to her mouth, rapidly bobbing up and down the shaft...occasionally stopping, removing him from between her lips, and quickly stroking and jerking him. I watched, the heat between my legs, burning. I rubbed at my genitalia through my pajama bottoms, feeling my own wetness build.

  Jessie had Tom back in her mouth again, while stroking the lower section of his shaft. I watched as Tom's chest began to heave, his breathing becoming pronounced. He began to moan rhythmically with Jessie's bobbing head and hand. Suddenly she withdrew his cock from her mouth, and stroked his cock hard and fast. Tom let out a deep moan, and his cum flew out of the tip of his cock...Jessie aiming his stream at the table...gobs and gobs releasing from his penis...Tom moaning in relief. His posture became relaxed, the sexual tension having left his body.

  Jessie stood up, grabbed the dishtowel, and gave the table a quick wipe. Then she kissed Tom on the mouth, took his hand, and began leading him out of the kitchen. I thought “Oh, shit!” to mys
elf. They were going to head to the bedroom...I assumed it was Tom's turn to relieve Jessie's pent up frustration.

  I moved like a cat, quick and silent, back to my bedroom. I would have to skip the bathroom. I forgot all about needing to pee.

  I lay in my bed, a million questions swirling through my mind. Who was Doctor Steel, someone with the same last name I'd been given? Who were these two “foster” parents of mine, and what was their assignment? How was I affecting them, making them so sex crazed? I rubbed at my vagina again, thinking about them...Jessie milking Tom like a cow. I giggled to myself. I was shocked, and turned on at the same time. I thought, if I was somehow causing them to act like that...what was I doing to other people who were near me? How was that possible? Why were they looking after me...and for whom?

  Why was I so important to them?

  “Who the fuck am I?”

  Four

  The next day I pondered over what I had learned...and didn't learn.

  My foster brothers were no longer here because of me. I had some strange effect on them, and maybe everyone else. Some kind of sexual attraction or sexual stimulation effect. And it was powerful enough that the boys couldn't be trusted to stay in the house with me anymore.

  On top of that, I was effecting Tom, as well as Jessie. This explained all the sex they were having, even though they weren't a couple in real life. I don't think. But it seemed they were on an assignment...and I was the main attraction. It explained a lot of the questions I was being asked. Like I said, I knew I was different, maybe special in some way. My intelligence, my physical prowess. My incredible sexual urges.

  The real question was...what was this leading up to? And why so interested in my menstrual cycle?

  ***

  After school, I headed over to the local library. I tended to spend a large amount of time there. I read books at a rate no normal human could. I also seemed capable of remembering just about everything I read. And man, did I read.

  You may have asked yourself...how is it a seventeen year old girl knows about so many things?

  No, not the internet…Books.

  Anything that I had on my mind...a question about something...I would find a book, and absorb it like a sponge. Fiction, non-fiction, world history, warfare, literature from around the globe...you name it. Nothing bored me. My mind couldn't get enough.

  But there were two subjects that grabbed my attention more than any others. One was spy novels...anything having to do with espionage and conspiracy theory type of stuff. And not just novels...the non-fiction as well as the fiction.

  The other subject was sex. In fact, that was my number one interest. I don't think it was because I was a curious teenager, or anything like that. I think it was because of my sexual urges, and how I was effecting people sexually. The bottom line...people were getting turned on by me, or when they were around me. I found myself always horny as well. If that doesn't make a girl a bit curious...then I don't know what would.

  So I learned a lot about sexuality. Sex in different cultures. Sex acts, sex taboos. Let's face it...I was seventeen years old, and I understood everything about sex. Everything.

  But I hadn't experienced anything, yet. Yes, I touched myself a little...the urge was extremely powerful. But Jessie was always on top of me...never giving me much privacy at all.

  Privacy? Who am I kidding. I now lived with six other foster sisters, Jessie, and occasionally Tom. There was no privacy at home...and certainly none at school. I even thought about going in to the library bathroom...maybe fingering myself to orgasm. Yet every time I went in there, some young girl would come in, and disturb my privacy. I was beginning to understand what Tom had been talking about...

  But this was going to change. Very soon. It's not what I expected.

  Five

  My birthday fell on April 1st. I don't actually know if this was my real birth date, but it was the one that was assigned to me.

  I would turn eighteen in one day. I wasn't particularly excited over it. We never did anything exciting for my birthday. Jessie would usually bake a cake...we'd all sing “Happy Birthday”, I would be given a few cards from my foster siblings, and Jessie would usually buy me an article of clothing. I don't recall ever seeing Tom on my birthday. It was nice, but kind of boring. In fact, it was exactly the same for each kid in the house.

  This birthday was different. And it started the day before my actual birthday. I'll never forget it, because it was the first time I had an orgasm. It changed everything.

  ***

  So...the day before my eighteenth birthday, I was in school...the last period of the day...phys ed.

  I excelled in everything they could throw at me in school, especially anything athletic, as I mentioned...but today would be different.

  The class was doing an exercise session today...girls were doing calisthenics and stretching...the boys were being instructed in a martial art, I think Tae Kwon Do.

  About halfway through the class, I spotted someone I knew in the boys group from across the gymnasium. It was Kenny, my former foster brother. I jumped up from a stretching position off the mat, and waved to get his attention. He spotted me immediately, his eyes popping out of his head at the sight of me. I motioned to him to walk to the water fountain...to meet me by it. He nodded.

  Once by the water fountain, the awkwardness set in. “What are you doing here?” I asked.”I haven't seen you in a few years. You look so much different. Older” That was an understatement. He had grown up...he was very manly looking...I could smell him. Dark brown hair, a light beard growing on his face, broad muscular shoulders. He wasn't a kid anymore. He was eighteen years old now. He was absolutely adorable.

  “Samantha...you're the one who looks older,” Kenny said with awe. “You look older than me.” he took me in, almost ogling me. We exchanged some pleasantries...It seemed Kenny had been bouncing around from foster home to foster home, and recently landed in one near the school. So here he was, for his second day.

  “I miss seeing you...and Brian and Cal, also.” I said to him. “You guys all left...one after the other. Now it's all girls.”

  Kenny looked disturbed at my statement. “Wait a sec...I thought they were still at the house with you. Jessie and Tom told me I was getting too old to stay in the house with you guys, so I was being sent to a different foster home.” Kenny said. “Brian and Cal were a few years younger than me. I don't get it.”

  “No, they left within a week of you leaving.” I said. I thought about what I had overheard from Jessie and Tom in the kitchen the other night. The boys couldn't be near me anymore. I caused them to suffer. I wondered just how true that was. “Jessie told me that it was just time for some changes...she didn't make a big deal about it...she didn't explain anything.”

  Kenny's curiosity seemed to be turning in to suspicion. “Sam, is anything funny going on at the house? Before I left, I had started feeling really weird...like I was in a fog or something. I actually started to think Jessie might be poisoning me, or something.” said Kenny, concern in his eyes. I noticed they were blue...I never noticed that before.

  Kenny continued, “I even asked Brian and Cal...they also said they were going through something.” Then he grinned. “In fact, Brian said he couldn't stop jerking off. He said it was on his mind twenty four, seven. Cal and I used to make fun of him...but I have to admit, I was no saint in that department myself.”

  “What are you saying, Kenny? You used to jerk off all the time?” We both laughed.

  And then he became serious.

  “You know what, Sam...I did. In fact, I couldn't help myself. It felt like...like if I didn't do it, I would explode, or something. I know it sounds gross, but it's true. I just couldn't stop myself.”

  So it was true what Jessie and Tom had said. The boys had to leave...they couldn't control themselves, and the only outlet was to excessively masturbate...or attack me.

  A part of me wanted to soothe Kenny. What it must have felt like...always horny...the
intense sexual urges...not understanding what or why it was happening. It basically described me.

  “Kenny...how did you feel when you were around me?” I asked innocently.

  He looked at me, no longer a kid who used to throw worms at me, or sneak up from behind me, tickling me around my waist. This was a man who had been traumatized.

  “How did I feel around you?” He paused, searching for the right words. “I loved being around you...you were so much fun. You weren't afraid to do anything. Why would you ask that?”

  “Well, as you can see, I'm not exactly a normal looking teenager...and Jessie and Tom kind of inferred that there was something different about me. That people act strangely when I'm around.”

  I saw a look on Kenny's face after I spoke...it was as if something became clear to him. He looked at me, but not the way I remembered. I noticed his breathing was becoming heavier...leering at me. I was effecting him...again.

  “You're right, Sam,” Kenny said. “They're right. There is something about you. I remember trying to fight it...to resist it. That night we saw Tom and Jessie screwing in their bedroom...I felt it then, but I thought I was all excited about watching them fucking. But it was you.”

  I watched as Kenny's face changed. He looked almost deranged. Then I noticed his shorts. He was wearing a tight pair of gym shorts...and there was no hiding what was happening. He had gotten a huge erection. It didn't seem to bother him that we were standing in the school gymnasium...that somebody might notice him.

  He suddenly grabbed my hand with his, and partially dragged me, partially led me into the girl's locker room. Everyone else was in the gym, so we were alone.

  “It was you,” Kenny started to yell. His voice echoed from the caverns of the showers. “When they took me out of the house, I went back to normal. It was you! You were the one who was causing the three of us to jerk off like a bunch of horny monkeys! How is that possible?”