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Caught In the Middle

My clothing melted away as I slowly made my way to the bed.

On the far side, Mercy reclined with some degree of expectation and happiness
on her face. Her hands were cuffed over her head and her thighs showed some
degree of vaginal stimulation by Rio. Last night Rio had taken it slow and
gentle with her. Tonight, I imagined that Rio was going to tear a chunk off, so
to speak.

On the closer side of the bed rested Brandi (on the

outside), Opal, Paige and Barbie Lynn. Barbie Lynn was pretending to be
disinterested, throwing a yawn into the act; Paige's eyes were riveted on me;
Opal acted as if she was smitten with me as well; and Brandi knew something was
going on but wasn't sure what it was. Poor Paige was about to be ambushed.

"Hey, my petit

Принцесса," I
simmered at Paige as I crawled up the bed toward her. It was clear she wanted
to be center stage tonight, but she kept dragging along her body issues she'd
felt thrust upon her years ago. A woman doesn't have to be busting out of a
D-cup, have an hourglass shape, or the face of a Victoria's Secret model to
pull a man's eye in for a feast.

I got to Paige's ankles and the confidence of her smile

shown through. She pulled her legs up and prepared to slip off her panties.

"No you don't," I cautioned her as I grabbed her

ankles and pulled her down toward me.

"What did you call her?" Brandi chimed in.

"I'm pretty sure that means 'Princess' in

Russian," I replied in a husky voice, my eyes still soaking up Paige's
beauty. "I once saw a Swedish art house film translated over to Russian in
a Bangkok theater."

"That's freaky-weird," Mercy remarked, running her

fingers along her collar. "You can recall a word from a film in a language
you don't even understand."

"It had to do with a woman," Barbie Lynn grinned

at Mercy before turning to me. "He's like that, and I love him for
it." Paige looked from Mercy to Barbie Lynn to me, and that was her
mistake.

"Hey!" Paige squawked as Barbie Lynn and Opal

grabbed her wrists and forearms, maneuvering them over her head.

She struggled with Barbie Lynn and Opal but they were far

more athletic than she was. I settled in between her legs and began kissing the
insides of her upper thighs.

"No," Paige began moaning as Barbie Lynn and Opal

began sucking on her breasts through her sheer bra.

Rio came striding into the room still stark naked but now

carrying a large bowl of Neapolitan ice cream covered in chocolate syrup and a
cherry. She rounded the bed and stutter-stepped.

"Crap," she muttered. "Take this," Rio

put the bowl on Mercy's quivering stomach, "I've got to get something for
my Spank-o-matic." Spank-o-matic was her pet name for Barbie Lynn.

Opal moved her lips up Paige's chest to her throat. Barbie

Lynn, on the other side, jumped past Opal by going straight from the nipple to
the ear. Since Opal was on her side, Brandi was able to straddle her and lean
over to Paige's chest. She rolled up Paige's bra, temporarily pinching those
pale pink nipples.

"Iiieee!" Paige jolted. "Watch, her protests

were buried by Opal's lips clamping down on Paige's and their tongues starting
to play tag. Brandi continued her attack on Paige by popping her mouth over the
breast closest to Barbie Lynn and swirling the nipple with her tongue, Opal had
been doing a good job showing Brandi how to share pleasure.

"Good God!" Brandi exalted. "This one tastes

like cherries." Paige stifled a sob as Brandi went down for a second
taste. I imagine Paige wanted me to discover this inventive little twist. I
began rubbing her panties with my nose and kissing her panty covered cunt. I
rolled my lips back and forth over her cunt.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Paige whimpered

once she broke her lips free from Opal's embrace.

"Honey, do you think none of us noticed how much you

make Zane smile?" Barbie Lynn drawled.

"It isn't like he'd tell us what turned him on about

you, Paige, so Barbie and I decided to find out for ourselves," Opal
added.

"Zane?" Paige begged for understanding.

"I had no part of this, but once I saw Opal and Barbie

Lynn closing in for the kill, I decided to play along because, quite frankly,
you are so tasty," I confessed.

"Brandi, please, I can't think straight with you

nipping at my breasts like that," Paige pleaded.

"Umm," Brandi mumbled before releasing her suction

on Paige's breast. "Tell me what flavor the other one is. Is it cherry
too?" Never more than an inch away, Brandi fell back to Paige's pale but
painfully aroused nipple.

"No," Paige wailed. "I want Zane to find out,

ah, strawberry," she finally gasped out.

"Let me sample it first, Brandi," I requested.

Brandi shot me a peek down past her naked breast and gave me a wink. Barbie Lynn
took advantage of Paige's distress, kissing her deeply and passionately.

"Honey," Barbie panted to Paige, "is there

anywhere else you want to be?"

"I, no," Paige managed to get out. Opal tilted

Paige's head toward her and took in a full kiss.

"You are so eminently fuckable," Opal purred.

Before Paige could respond, Barbie Lynn drew Paige back in. Within seconds,
Paige was working in a three-way tug-of-passion with Opal and Barbie Lynn
tongues.

Brandi was letting her tongue wander from Paige's right

nipple down to her belly and below until we kissed. Before and after that we
worked down her panties until I finally cast them aside. I did a push up,
Brandi wiggled underneath me, pressing her delicious tush against my raging
rod, and I switched positions to where Brandi had been.

Her left nipple really did taste like strawberries. I

figured she'd used strawberry jam in a light enough glaze that its sugary
redness was perfectly camouflaged by the pale pink of her areolas, freaking
clever girl. Paige tilted her head away from her playmates long enough to see
if I was the participant in question and if I enjoyed the experience.

"Umm, damn clever," I murmured. "I've never

thought of doing that before." Her eyes positively flared triumphantly at
the news.

"Well," Paige gasped, "you have only a,

mediocre, intellect," she finished purring because Opal and Barbie Lynn's
fingers and lips were driving her to distraction.

"I still don't understand." Paige struggled for a

breath between amorous attentions.

"You pretty, pretty girl," Opal soothed

seductively. "You are the most beautiful creature here tonight. Tomorrow
morning the contest goes on, but tonight you are the Grand Prize winner,
mainly, you've won us," she indicated herself, Barbie Lynn and Brandi.

For other girls, they had often been called beautiful,

pretty, and had reason to believe they were the hottest woman in the room. That
had never been Paige; she had pride and pride to spare but that had always been
based on her smarts. Her smarts were how she had ensnared me and while she knew
I saw her as a beautiful creature, she largely believed I was alone in that
assessment, until now.

The borderline panic that had been residing inside Paige

evaporated as all that energy turned into boiling sexual expression. It wasn't
until Brandi was sucking deeply on her cunt that Paige realized I'd withdrawn
to the foot of the bed.

"Zane?" she panted as she raised her head once

more and looked for me.

"Paige, trust me; you are doing fantastic without me.

Besides, we have most of the night. Once they have had all they can take from
you, you are all mine," I grinned wickedly. She lowered her head back
slowly and let Barbie Lynn and Opal hold her down and dominate her affections.

"Mercy, wouldn't it be nice if some hottie wanted you

as much as those bitches want Paige?" Rio teased her playmate.

Mercy's immediate reaction was drowned out by her shudder as

Rio dolloped a spoon full of ice cream onto her breast just above the nipple.
The 'near miss' was torture enough for the girl.

"Yes, one does," shivered Mercy.

"Have you been letting someone else sample your goodies

which are rightfully mine?" Rio quizzed her as she lapped up the ice cream
as it melted toward Mercy's neck.

"No," Mercy squeaked. "The only hottie in my

life is you."

"Wait; did I give you permission to speak?" Rio

changed the direction of her attack.

"Yes," Mercy gulped, "I mean, you asked me a

question." Rio shimmied up until she was resting her crotch on Mercy's
hips. She then took Mercy's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers,
twisting them and pulling them up painfully.

"That definitely sounded like you were being a

smart-ass," Rio declared authoritatively. "Were you being a
smart-ass, my cum-bunny?"

"Eeep!" Mercy squealed from the pain. "Which answer

do you want to hear?"

Rio's eyes grew wide. She rolled her body forward until they

were breast to breast and chin to chin.

"Oh, yes, you are being a clever little wench. No

matter what I say, you are going to say the opposite because you want me to take
ownership of your lush, big-titties body, don't you?" Rio teased.

"Yes?" Mercy hesitantly guessed.

"Sorry, but you can't piss me off tonight, you annoying

cunt," Rio taunted. Of course, 'annoy' was Rio and Mercy's key word for
loving one another. "I've already got something horrible planned for this
evening and you aren't going to distract me." Mercy noticeably perked up
at that announcement. "I promise this is going to tear you up inside and
out too," Rio gloated.

Rio dismounted Mercy and scampered to her personal toy

drawer. She gathered up several preselected goods and strode confidently back
to Mercy's side.

"Zane, I could use a hand," she called out as her

goods spilled out of her hands. Mercy looked on attentively but didn't risk
Rio's wrath by speaking.

"Sure, what do you need?" I inquired as I crawled

over carefully so as not to disturb the ladies on my side of the bed. Rio lubed
up a slender steel vibrator.

"Here, hold this (a vibrator) in place," Rio

directed me to press the device's point against Mercy's clit with the trigger
on her belly. I did it and was curious to figure out what Rio had planned.

Rio presented her 'normal' strap-on, grinned at me, then

started rubbing it on Mercy. I had to smile at her imagination but I had a
feeling Mercy hadn't totally clued in yet to what the plan was. Rio began
pouring lubricant over the artificial cock, the other vibrator, and then over a
small series of anal beads, anal beads? When did I get anal beads?

"AK!" Mercy gasped as the first bead was pushed in.

"What was that?"

"Shut up, Ass-angel," Rio smirked, "only a

few more to go, so suck it up and be my bitch." As this new form of sexual
expression was going on before me, a thought occurred.

"Rio, you borrowed my credit card and car, didn't

you?" I whispered.

Rio's response was a maniacal grin. Mercy on the other hand,

"Zane, I'm sorry," then Rio slapped Mercy's thigh,

"Ow! She said she had your, Ouch!, permission."

"I'm cool with it, Mercy, but Rio's license was

suspended so next time you need to do the driving," I consoled the girl.

Rio was too happy with herself to become overly upset with

our little conversation. As if she was trying to prove how crazy/inventive she
could be, Rio began putting the strap-on on, Mercy. Even as she fitted it
snugly in place the realization was coming over Mercy. She desperately wanted
to ask Rio something but was too torn up by Rio's glee to ruin the moment.

Rio stroked Mercy's artificial cock a few times to make sure

it was totally lubricated.

"Okay," Rio cooed to Mercy as she mounted her

stomach, "I'm going to make this easy on you because you are annoyingly
child-like. When I rub your breasts," Rio let her hands settle and caress
Mercy's tits, "it means I want you to pump me slow and easy."

"When I pull your delicious nipples like this,"

Rio yanked and Mercy bucked up and grunted in pain, "I want you to hammer
me as hard as you can. Does any part of my instructions confuse your little
mind?" Mercy shook her head, indicating her understanding, but a definite
sense of joy was coming over her countenance. She knew how good being
penetrated felt and Rio trusted her to return the favor.

Only when Rio's hip rotations rubbed the dildo into Rio's

cunt did Mercy protest.

"Rio, that's your, your cunt?" Mercy pleaded

softly. Remaining incredibly unpredictable, Rio leaned down to Mercy's face and
kissed her with tenderness.

"Mercy-babe, I haven't been a virgin for some time.

Stupid shit-long ago-let's not talk about it right now," Rio whispered.

"Rio, I lo, I've never found anyone more annoying than

you," Mercy breathed back. "I never thought I would."

"That's your problem," Rio laughed quietly.

"It is my job to do all the thinking while you look all hot, sweaty, and
sexy. Am I going to have to hammer your tight asshole to make my point clear?"

"Please?" Mercy perked up. Rio responded with some

serious tongue-on-tongue play accompanied by intense mammary stimulation before
speaking.

"Maybe," Rio teased, "but someone has to get

my rocks off before I contemplate anything else, so get to it."

Rio began a series of rotations and presses to work the

strap-on further into her cunt. After a few motions, Mercy fell into a
sympathetic rhythm and was rocking up when Rio stopped, making Rio's ride one
continuous penetration. Rio kept an intense eye-lock with Mercy as she took the
plastic cock. She playfully tugged at her own lower lip as her breathing picked
up a pace.

"I think you've been fucking dozens of other sluts

behind my back," Rio expressed deeply. "So have you been jumping some
poor girl in the showers? Do you press them up against the wall and tear up
those untouched cunts, or do you bend them over facing the wall and bugger
those virgin assholes? "

"No, no, I haven't," Mercy whimpered.

"But you've wanted to," Rio teased her through

increasingly hearty pants.

"No, Mercy gulped.

"So, you've never wanted to bend me over a sofa out

there and make me squeal with pleasure?" Rio persisted in a mysterious
tone.

Mercy squeezed her eyes shut and turned away.

"So if I ordered you to surprise me some night, jump

me, bend me over and stir me up inside like only a wanton fuck-bunny could, you
wouldn't do what I commanded, my Whore?" Rio taunted.

"No," Mercy replied desperately as she looked upon

Rio's face once more, "I would do that for you."

"Do you know why?" Rio whispered. Mercy had no

thoughts she could articulate. "You'll do it because you are Mine, I own
you and you will do whatever is necessary to make me happy. You are going to
tell me every dark little secret you hide in the horniest, sexiest part of your
mind; every fantasy you have, every thought that makes you wet, and I'm going
to make you live them out. You won't try to hide any from me because you know
that if you lie, when I figure them out eventually, and I will figure them all
out, I'm simply going to fulfill them with some other hottie I pick up instead
of you. Is that what you want?"

"No," Mercy whispered.

"So every kinky, freaked-out, sexy over-the-top thing

you want to do, you are going to tell me about, even though you know I'm going
to force you to do it?" Rio scolded.

"Yes," Mercy continued quietly.

"If you don't tell me or you refuse to do what I say,

I'm going to start selling you to motorcycle gangs and frat parties and find
someone I can trust instead. All you can do is obey because I have total
control over you, and if you don't you know how crazy I can be; clear enough
for you, Butt-Slut?" Rio closed the trap.

"I'll do whatever you want," Mercy responded;

liberated by Rio from any guilt she might have. Now she could still be the Good
Girl, only now she was one forced to do bad things against her will. Rio would
soak up all the 'badness' in their relationship, be the one she could blame,
and Mercy found that overwhelmingly, annoying. It was enough to make Mercy want
to annoy Rio for years and years to come.

"Good girl," Rio stroked her cheek. "Enough

talking; shut the fuck up and start pounding this cunt until I squirt and
scream." Mercy was a moment too slow so Rio began working over her nipples
energetically and painfully. It got the desired effect; Mercy propelled her
hips up so forcefully Rio rose over an inch off the dildo.

"Wow, better than a whole year of horse-riding

lessons," Rio giggled. "Oh, before I forget, I have one more treat
for my personal prostitute." She reached down to the top of the vibrator
and cut it on to the medium setting, shooting a jolt straight to Mercy's clit.

"Oh, God!" Mercy gasped.

"You are so annoying I had to think of something

special just for you, Butter-cunt. I bet those vibrations feel great against
that juicy clit of yours," Rio teased, and Mercy nodded vigorously in
response. I had to consider that it wasn't two weeks ago that fundamentalist
Mercy had been weeping on top of me, crying that her life was over because I
had gently masturbated her once. Now she was working out 1,001 Nights of
Pleasure with one of the greatest perverts I knew, who says you never see
miracles anymore?

As turned my attention back to Paige's prize, I noted a

small black wooden paddle Rio must have tossed Barbie Lynn's way right behind
her rump. Feeling inspired, I rolled back to Mercy and Rio, reached around to
retrieve the lube, and began slinking up on Barbie from behind. Barbie Lynn was
totally drawn into the play around Paige so ignored me.

Opal and Barbie Lynn were orchestrating sensitive excitement

from the top of Paige's pale haired head to the flat plain that flowed from her
ribs down past her hips. Barbie Lynn had told me she was familiar with other
female students before she met me. I would have bet that Opal had experimented
a time or two. That the two of them could make such compassionate love to Paige
was a surprising marvel to me.

Paige's normally translucent flesh was blushed red with

blood at every point her top two lovers had tantalized with all their kisses
and licks. I was sure that if Paige could have found her voice, she would have
been singing out to the Heavens with joy. The cause of her physical incapacity
was Brandi, who was experimenting on her own style of cunt-licking.

I studied Brandi for a minute before I knew what her

technique was. She'd flit her tongue back and forth like a tiny motorboat for
several seconds then switch to a slow probing action for twice as long before
returning to the rapid-fire motion. The result was that Paige would amp up but
before she could spike, Brandi would let her cool down before driving her to
even greater heights closer to climax once more.

I guess I can be a bit of a bastard. The girls were going

along so wonderfully yet I still felt I had to indulge in my swelling need. I
settled on my knees behind Barbie Lynn and brushed the paddle across that
so-perfect ass. She taunted me with that ass, pushing back toward me,
increasing its vulnerability, but kept her primary attention on Paige. I
repeat: Barbie Lynn is beyond awesome.

I reached back and paddled her once. Barbie Lynn took a deep

breath but didn't relent. The second spank was harder and the third harder
still. It was the fourth one that did the trick.

"Oh, God, Yes," Barbie Lynn exclaimed. The great

thing was that her body rocked forward and her ginormous breasts brushed over
Paige's face.

Paige was excited, not lost in orgasm. It took her maybe

three milliseconds to latch onto one of Barbie Lynn's tits and engulf an areola
in her mouth. Chewing on that nipple came a few seconds later. Barbie Lynn
began moaning up a storm and stroking Paige's hair, Opal grinned and fell
ravenously on Paige's left nipple, and Brandi went over to full-on clitoral
assault mode.

Paige gamely held on for almost a minute before she let

Barbie Lynn go and proclaimed her immense pleasure.

"Oh, all of you, oh, God, I, I can't take, Oh Fuck,

Zane!" she ended up screaming. Huh? I had done nearly nothing this session
and still there was my undeserved name on a woman's lips.

If the girls had resented me I would have totally

understood. Instead, Barbie Lynn looked over her shoulder, rubbed a hand along
the paddle resting on her ass and smiled. Opal laughed musically. Brandi was
beset by Paige's orgasm though. Paige's stocking clad thighs were wrapped
tightly around Brandi's head as she thrashed and undulated over the sheets.
Brandi kept lapping like a champ because Paige was a copious ejaculator, as I
could attest.

"Damn, Zane, you can pick 'em," Opal congratulated

me.

"What? This plan wasn't mine," I confessed.

"No, I mean your luck in picking out bed partners is

better than mine," Opal explained.

"Oh, you were missing a few nights ago. I'm sorry it

didn't work out for you. Who did you home in on?" I asked.

"Cappadocia," Opal told me. Uh-oh.

"I don't think Cappy is ready for a bi-sexual

encounter. Besides, she's far too aggressive for you right now," I
informed her.

"Yeah, we figured that out. We both tried being on top

all the time and things sort of fell apart," Opal related to me. "We
both did agree you are one hell of a primer for virgins."

"Thanks, that's very kind of you," I jibbed.

"Oh, wow," Brandi gasped out, finally released by

Paige. "That was wild." Brandi backed away from Paige's cunt on all
fours before rolling over and resting the back of her head on Paige's thigh.
"She's yummy," Brandi giggled. "We should get her over for
shower time."

Paige was now splayed out, limp, and looking up at the

ceiling.

"I, I, Paige rasped.

"Yes, Sugah?" Barbie Lynn purred down at Paige.

"I, I have to do this again," Paige worked out.

She followed that up by wrapping a hand into the hair at the back of Barbie
Lynn's head and pulling her in for a kiss.

"Woot!" Opal shouted. "We got another one.

Zane, who is next on the menu?"

"How about Vivian?" Brandi suggested.

"Okay, ladies, there is no menu. We are not stalking

girls down for bi-sexual trysts, and if we were interested in anyone, we should
ask Paige for her opinion first," I countered.

Paige rapidly disentangled from Barbie Lynn and propped

herself up excitedly on her elbows.

"Cordelia," she declared defiantly. "Cordelia

Dresden, I've always had this secret thing for her, which also involves a
little bondage and having her tell me I'm smarter than she is as I torture her
with an ostrich feather," Paige finished with a wicked smile.

"Thought this out much?" Opal snickered.

"Just because Zane was the first person to see me as

the devastatingly beautiful woman I am doesn't mean I haven't made contingency
plans for when the inevitable happened," Paige was smarmy right back.

"Paige, you were sure Zane would take you to his

bed?" Barbie Lynn said. "As I recall, those were some shaky few
minutes you two had."

"Inevitable?" Paige scoffed. "I never doubted

for a moment. In fact, I already have him trained." Even Brandi looked
askance at that declaration but Paige beamed victoriously.

"Zane," Paige grinned sweetly. "Bouncy,

bouncy." I sighed, reached over Barbie Lynn, hooked one arm under Paige's
arm and around her back while the other was reaching between her legs. I hefted
her up and pulled her over on top until she comfortably straddled me. Paige
glowed like the Sun.

"Holy crap," Opal giggled.

"Bouncy, bouncy," Brandi perked up and spoke to

me. I wasn't sure what I'd do or say but it turned out I didn't matter.

"No, you don't," Paige scolded Brandi. "Get

your own command phrase; this phrase is mine."

"What happens now?" Brandi prodded. I had the

feeling that actual intercourse fascinated her.

Paige turned her head away from the woman and looked down on

me. She crashed upon my frame in slow motion until she was resting her chin on
the top of my sternum and we had to strain to keep eye contact.

"Please, Zane, take your mighty cock and put it in my

tight, wet cunt. Make me tingle from the tip of my toes up to the ends of my
white hairs on the crown of my head," Paige playfully pleaded. "Be
gentle because my new-found friends have left me tender and hyper-sensitive
all-over."

Mighty cock, it isn't like my buddy attracts amorous attention

from sequoias or something. My cock is a highly valued member of the team, but
come on now, it is a freaking piece of meat. I can certainly get the job done
without, Paige looks up and licks her lips while she pants like a famished
huntress. Suddenly the last three years of my maturity lose their blood supply
as it rushes elsewhere. Oh, well. I'll recall what I was bitching about later.

"Okay," I grinned. "Maneuver up and I'll work

it in."

"I'll help!" Brandi excitedly volunteered. Before

I could politely decline, Brand landed on my left leg and was pushing Paige's
ass up. Paige was far more amused with the situation than I was and reconciled
Brandi's movements with her desires to rise up from straddling to kneeling with
one leg up.

Brandi took the opportunity to stroke my cock, raised it to

the vertical, and dragged it over Paige's cunt. She rested my cock a little far
back, or so I thought. Paige thought so too.

"Not the ass!" she squeaked. "Not the

Butt!"

"You want it in your, Brandi hesitated.

"Her cunt," Barbie Lynn filled her in.

"Yes, it looks so delicate," Brandi wondered.

"Well, yes," Paige snipped, "but Zane has

taken my virginity. My anus is even smaller than my cunt, and it isn't like
Zane isn't already going to pass Cleopatra's Needle through something the size
of a dime as it stands."

"Did you just call Zane a needle-cock?" snickered

Opal.

"No," I groaned. "Cleopatra's Needle is an

obelisk, like Washington's Monument, except only one-twentieth the size."

"Yep," Rio panted from her side of the bed,

"she definitely called him 'needle-cock'."

"I don't care what you gals call it," Barbie Lynn

chuckled. "He can stick me with that cock anytime."

"Tell me you love me, Zane," Paige sighed.

"I can't. You are absolutely wonderful to me but I

can't lie to you even though I think it would make you happy to hear those
words," I frowned sadly.

"Why can't it be you and me?" she asked but her

fatigued smile betrayed no anger.

"Eh, the tired old romantic tale: boy loves girl but

girl can't, or won't, show affection for him," I related.

"How about this story instead," Paige's smile

grew. "A post-Apocalyptic tale where you, me, and a select group of other
genetically superior women retreat to a remote coastal island, fend off the end
of the world, and set about repopulating the Earth over, and over, and over
again."

"Wait; if I agree does this mean you are going to plot

out a way to bring about the end of civilization as we know it?" I
questioned. What I didn't question was the reality that Paige would never have
children of her own womb, but hell, this was her fantasy; right?

"I know where your mind is, Zane Braxton," Paige

said softly with tears brimming in her eyes but that smile still on her lips,
"and that makes you a wonderful, wonderful man."

"Now, please, bouncy, bouncy," that mischievous

glint returned to her countenance. In some stories this would be the trigger
for me to ram my thunderous love pylon deep into her womb. Or, I could hug her
tight and let us express our emotions in some open, healing manner. In my
reality, I was still somewhat of a tool to Paige, an object that brought her
happiness and fulfillment.

I was almost a human person of worth to her too. Paige had

arrangements, not friendships, and controlled those relationships with mental
domination. I know it would have surprised her and brought forth a torrent of
denial if I showed she trusted me, as exhibited by her actions of the past few
minutes. Rarely did one love their power drill or hammer and you certainly
didn't get all teary-eyed when you read their mind correctly.

Brandi steadied and reinforced my cock with a hand as Paige

worked her way down. I held Paige by the hips to keep her from trying to move
too fast. She was busy concentrating, undoubtedly committing the sensations to
memory, I kind of like really smart women.

"What does it feel like?" Brandi questioned Paige

timidly.

"If, you have never been, penetrated, you couldn't

understand," Paige panted.

"Don't worry about it," Opal cooed to her friend.

"We are sophomores so we have nearly three years with Zane here at school.
That is plenty of time to talk him into doing the deed."

"That shouldn't be hard," Brandi giggled.

"I've seen Zane scoping me out. He wants me."

"Ha," laughed Barbie Lynn. "If it was that

easy, there wouldn't be a virgin in this room. Zane could have woken up that
part of me ten times over if his wanting my body was all it took."

"Pop your cherry!" Rio shouted, close to climax.

"Call it what it is, you dumb bimbo, oh, fuck!" She twisted Mercy's
nipples with a violence that caused me pain by just looking.

That cued Mercy to pound up into Rio unmercifully. Rio

released Mercy's breasts and put her hands to torturing her own nipples. Her
orgasm came in seconds. With sheer force of will, Rio fought off her physical spasms
until she was body to body with Mercy, Rio's hands cupping Mercy's face and her
lips planting fast kisses on Mercy's lips, nose, and eyes.

"You are mine, mine, mine," Rio exulted with

animalistic fury magically melded with heartwarming compassion. It was coaxed
along by the vibrator to her clit, sending Mercy off to her own orgasm.

"God mother-fucking damn, Rio," Mercy screamed,

"Own, own me; make me yours."

"I'm tattooing, your ass, this weekend," Rio

whispered and groaned.

On my side of the sexual diorama, Paige was still screwing

herself down my cock, though Brandi had less to do but more to think about.

"I can't decide when I want Zane to do the deed for

me," Brandi wondered.

"No," I breathed heavily, eyes still on Paige and

her radiance, "Brandi, you and I will figure things out when the time is
right."

"Or you tie him down and ride him like Paige,"

Opal giggled.

"Bouncy, bouncy," Paige panted through her

chuckle, "It is not just a catchy jingle. It is the recipe for romantic
success."

"You talk too much, Princess," I emphasized with a

thrust deep into her womb, "I think it is time to start your
interrogation." She sizzled and I had a dark desire to feel her body heat
burn me so we quickly figured out how we could get along.

"Roll over, Pound cake," Rio ordered as she worked

the strap-on off Mercy. "I've got all sorts of issues to work out and your
priceless backside is my destination of choice. Buck up, Buttercup, stick out
that ass and get ready for some furious pent-up teenage aggression."

I was stunning that the friction Mercy generated as she spun

over in the sheets didn't set the bed on fire.

She wasn't on all fours but her ass was raised at a

four-five degree angle and quivering in her desire. Rio affixed her tool of
choice before allowing her gaze to bask in Mercy's splendor. It took her
several seconds before she draped her body over Mercy's back.

"I'm going to become so bored with this view," Rio

teased, "in about fifty or sixty years."

Mercy flexed and undulated her back, ass and thighs against

Rio's body. Together the two lovers moaned sensually.

"I lied to you," Rio panted into Mercy's ear.

"I'm not going to get tired of your body in fifty or sixty years. I'm
going to fuck you to death before you hit thirty."

Mercy gave some sort of guttural reply which she accentuated

by driving her posterior against Rio's artificial cock. It slid up between
Mercy's cheeks as opposed to going into her anus but Mercy was certainly
energetic enough to keep thrusting. Sometimes I wasn't sure which one was leading
the other down the road to impassioned insanity.

Afterglow

The whispering in my ear had woken me up. I shifted my head

toward the noise and saw Paige's elfin head cloaked by her fine white hair. In
her slumber, Paige had brought one hand up to her chin and took slow nibbles
out of the tip of her thumb. Her body was curled up in a near-fetal ball with
her other arm vanishing beneath the sheets.

Paige's lips parted and she moaned. "Oh, right there,

Brandi, yum, yeah, right there." She rotated the shoulder of her
downturned arm and her hips rocked gently beneath the covers, certainly driving
those attached fingers against her cunt. She went back to nibbling her thumb
and slowly quieted down.

Paige was in the middle of the bed so I had to raise my head

to peek past her sublime form to see Rio and Mercy who were both facing away,
Rio was closer to me with her arms wrapped around and cradling Mercy. Fingers
stroked my stomach bringing my head to the other side. Barbie Lynn was snuggled
up against me and both her hands rested on my stomach, though only one was
rubbing against my abs.

The only problem was that Barbie Lynn regularly slept on her

side with one hand on me and the other resting under the pillow, plus both
hands on my stomach were lefties. I shifted slightly, looked over and tracked
the moving hand back to the arm that led to a slumbering Vivian. I swear to God
I did nothing to deserve this.

I had to think about this for a few seconds. Finally I

decided on a little clarity.

"Vivian," I whispered as I tapped her hand. From

experience I knew she woke slowly so I was patient.

"Umm," she smiled dreamily at me. A three-count

later her eyes focused enough to match my gaze.

"You are in my bed and while I don't mind, I want to

make sure you are doubly okay with this," I requested softly.

"Opal and Brandi woke me up when they left,"

Vivian informed me, "and I felt, alone and left out. Are you okay with me
being here? Are you going to be able to control yourself?"

A few things made sense now. Vivian and her boyfriend had

fallen into the habit of cuddling on one of their beds. Before long they were
falling asleep comfortably in each other's arms. He woke up, high school boy's
hormones racing, and she took a few moments too long to realize what was going
on. I gave her bonus points for not hating the guy for taking her virginity and
stealing away the bedtime comfort of lying with another person she yearned for.

"Vivian, you have my permission to crash on my bed

anytime," I smiled warmly. "Barbie Lynn will keep me in check. If you
ever want to join me and no one else is around, I keep some restraints, left
dresser, second drawer."

"I don't want to tie you down, Zane," she

whispered.

"Restraints are not only about holding someone down but

empowering the other partner. You get to feel comfortable close to me, I don't
mind you being close to me one bit, and I don't have to worry about doing
something I'll regret," I related.

"You learned all of this in rural Thailand?"

Vivian mused.

"They are an ancient and scholarly people," I

countered. "Are we okay?"

"We are okay," she responded.

"Great," muttered Barbie Lynn, "let's go to

sleep because if I wake up, Vivian, I'm going to make you hold my head in your
lap while Zane pleasures me from behind."

Vivian grinned, rested her head, and closed her eyes. I laid

back down and let my vision darken behind sleepy lids. I really felt like
hammering Barbie's delicious ass but I knew she was tired and needed her sleep.
Besides, she had only said that because she wanted Vivian to go to sleep.

"Honey," Barbie Lynn whispered words sweeter than

fresh cane sugar, "you had best give me all the long, hard strokes I can
stand in the morning or I'm going to leave my own set of teeth and claw marks
all over that wonderful body of yours." Normally I should accept the
warning and fall asleep immediately but since it is a well proven fact that I
have no sense where sex and sensuality are concerned, I was awake for quite a
while.

When I did wake up, it was brought about by Barbie Lynn

rolling away from me.

"Vivian," Barbie whispered kindly. Once Vivian was

appropriately responsive, "Vivian, I'm about to wake Zane up and make him
take that damn fine cock and use those powerful strokes I love to fill up my
ass with cum until I scream."

"You might want to go back to your sofa until he lifts

me to climax," she advised. "On second thought, make that two
screams, I'm feeling extra horny this morning." Isn't it wonderful that I
get no say in where my cock is going or when I'm going there? I mean, it's not
like I'm an adult or we are currently residing in my room. Wait, I am!!

I'm sick and tired of this shit and I'm putting my foot

down! Barbie Lynn rubs her scrumptious ass cheeks against my thigh and moans
like my bitch in heat. I Man-Up; I'll set her straight as soon as I finish
fucking her, damn it! Okay, I'll set her straight when I finish fucking her
twice, but that's all she's getting from me.

Barbie Lynn languidly gets onto her elbows and knees,

favoring the sore one. She scoops the tube of lube from under the pillow and
pushes it back to me as Vivian shakes her head, scoots off the bed, and makes
her way to the exit. I pour some lube onto my palm then rub my hands together
to warm it up because I don't want to cruelly use something cold on her
vulnerable flesh.

"Zane, I need this so bad," Barbie Lynn purrs.

"Hammer me, hammer me twice and make me scream."

"Oh," I growl, "I intend to." I'm going

to nail her good then give her a piece of my mind.

"Baby, I know you are taking Iona home this weekend so

can you sneak away during lunch and sex me up one more time?" she pleads
with a voice rich with need.

"Of course I will, Babe," I reply. And then I'll

give her a piece of my mind, damn it!

"What's wrong, Zane?" Rio asked as she watched me

strip my bed. She wasn't offering to help.

"Man," I sighed, "sometimes I think I'm

nothing more than a tool for sexual release on this campus."

"That's surprisingly accurate," she chuckled.

"I'm stunned you realized it so quickly."

"Realized what?" Iona grinned as she glided into

the room, unusually chipper.

"Zane realized he's a sex toy, a pleasure slave to our

whims," Rio pontificated. Mercy sighed slightly and came over to help me
with the bed, as did Iona, and she hadn't even made the mess.

"The willingness to give of yourself does not indicate

a surrender of your will," Iona countered. "Zane gives and gives
freely, without expectation of return."

"He is your mirror image if you think about it,"

Iona continued. "With Zane it is pleasure and with you it is pain."
Now you never know which way Rio will go with something like this; Iona was
like a kid sister to her but I wasn't totally sure Rio hadn't experimented with
patricide, matricide and infanticide along with cannibalism.

"Damn, Iona," Rio came up and wrap her arms around

Iona's waist from behind, "that's real cool."

"Ah, you are welcome?" Iona smiled but with

uncertainty.

"How about I give you Mercy for a night? You know, a

snuggle buddy for you to sleep with. We could dress her in an appropriate nightgown
and she could be like a big warm teddy bear for you to cuddle with."

"I would rather have Zane dressed up as a cuddly teddy

bear," Iona glanced to me.

"Oh, hell, no!" I declared. "I have my pride,

ya know."

"Get over it, Zane," Rio laughed. "You are

the only guy I know whose home page is linked to both gay and lesbian porn
sites." I am? How the fuck did that happen?

"Would you do that for me, please?" Iona pleaded

playfully. I had to avoid answering no matter what.

"Iona, I've decided to designate you as my heir,"

I surprised her. "We'll do that Monday."

"I already knew that," Iona stated evenly.

"It was posted on your website yesterday."

"What!" I squawked. "Am I bugged? Am I

carrying a wire? How do people figure out these things?"

"Cordelia," all the women in the room said

simultaneously. Yep, I'm going to have to fix her little red wagon. I wonder if
she has my home wired for surveillance as well.

"Iona, what would you do with all that money? Zane's

got a boatload of money; right?" Mercy broke in.

"I don't know," Iona began; "Maybe make a

trust for Christian World Charities or something like that."

"Bitch," Rio recoiled, "do you know what

Zane's family does? He's a freaking gazillionaire."

"Rio," Iona swiveled so that she was facing Rio,

"there is no such number and Zane's family mines copper, cobalt, chromium
and manganese, primarily."

"Dummy, that's the parent company," Rio scoffed,

heady with her one-time mental superiority over Iona. "They build
spaceships."

"That's silly," Iona countered. "No one

builds spaceships anymore. Do you mean rockets?"

"Yeah," Rio groaned with impatience, "they

build rockets that put satellites in orbit, spacecraft components, space-age
ceramics, non-integrated circuit computers, and crap like that." Iona
looked to me for some clarity.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I had a collage

of the solar system in my room when I was five; I went to the NASA facility in
Florida once a year; I've been to that space facility in Russia once; and I've
seen a rocket launched from this site in South America. I figured all kids did
stuff like that." Then something occurred to me.

"Rio, how do you know all this about me?" I

inquired.

"Eh," Rio grunted. "In that first week I

considered kidnapping you so I wanted to figure out what you were worth so I
would know how much to ask for."

"How much is he worth?" Mercy asked.

"Enough so that his people wouldn't call in the FBI,

they would call in some former Spetznaz and simply kill me instead of paying
the ransom," Rio chuckled.

"Yeah," I laughed too, "I recall Dad saying

that he'd 'met up' with some South African Commandos when he was not much older
than I am now. He sent them Christmas presents every year until he died."

"Zane, I'm not sure I want that much money," Iona

worried.

"Well, you've met Aunt Jill and we both know she

couldn't handle it," I countered.

"What, what, what about Rio, Oh, My God, what am I

saying? That would be nuts," Iona fretted. Rio gasped.

"Hey!" Rio shouted. "What's wrong with

me?"

"You are totally insane with an annoying lack of

impulse control," Mercy stated clinically. Rio's mouth dropped open and
she gawked at her 'toy'.

"Pound cake!" she barked at Mercy. Mercy perked up

and looked ready to throw herself on the bed and at Rio's mercy.

"No," I intervened. "We have to get to

breakfast and I can hear Vivian pacing like mad just beyond the screens. She
deserves better from us. Now let's get going."

Everyone was remarkably behaved until we got into the

elevator and the door shut.

"Are you sure you are the right person for this

job?" Vivian asked Mercy as the doors shut.

"What?" Mercy gulped. "What do you

mean?"

"Yeah, what the fuck do you mean by that, ya

Cunt?" Rio interjected both her words and her body into the conversation.
"Mercy and I are doing just fine."

"You shower together, sleep together, stick all kinds

of things in one another; I'm neither blind nor stupid," Vivian growled
out.

"I'm sorry," Mercy mumbled.

"Oh, I don't blame you. They got to you before this

'guardian' thing happened. It is simply unfortunate that you ended up as Rio's
minder and now we will have to deal with it," Vivian responded without
heat or condemnation (toward Mercy).

"Are you going to turn her in?" I had to ask.

"Forcing Mercy to face the condemnation and ridicule of

those who have no clue to her situation would not be the Christian thing to
do," Vivian sincerely related. "I will not let Mercy fall into
depravity. She and I will work together to save her soul."

Rio didn't trust her and looked ready to pounce. On the

other hand, I was truly impressed and believed her.

"What is your plan?" Iona joined in. "Vivian,

you wouldn't bring this up if you didn't have a plan."

"I am creating a list of Christian works, not the

Bible, Rio, that the two of them could read together for half an hour before
bedtime," Vivian enlightened us. In the short-term it sounded naive but if
you took into account the almost three years Mercy and Rio could be here
together it was rather clever.

"Blow it out your ass!" Rio growled back.

"No, Rio, you will do it," I demanded. I had never

demanded anything of her before. I'd asked, begged and suggested but I had
never told her 'do this or else'. I was now.

Rio and I locked gazes. She felt betrayed and pissed.

"Fuck you," Rio snapped at me. "You don't

tell me what to do."

"You'll do what I tell you to do now," I insisted.

"Or what?" she sneered. I could feel Iona cringing

beside me. Mercy was afraid and looked trapped. Vivian was taking the exchange
with interest.

"Or nothing. I am not going to hold anything over your

head but I'm also going to fight to keep you from fucking up your life," I
kept at it. "It is what friends do." There was a pause.

"Glenda, you suck," Rio declared quietly. That

quavering in Rio's resolve was Mercy's cue.

"I'll do the readings," Mercy said. "Rio, if

you want to wait in the bedroom for me, well I'm fine with that, if that is
what you want to do."

"Gurr," Rio mumbled. "Fine, I'll do it, but

if I hear even one chorus of Kumbaya, I'm skewering someone with a pool
stick."

"Thank you, Vivian got out.

"Not a word," Rio warned. "Not another damn

word, from any of you."

Mercy shot me a look and I could see she finally got it. You

let Rio run amok for 90% of the time so that you could coax Rio toward
stability the other 10% without her rebelling. I didn't want to make Rio sane;
I was sure she was happy being fucking nuts. I only wanted her to be a 'fucking
nuts' that didn't make her destroy her life and drive away the people that
really cared for her.

What can I say? I'm selfish. Rio fills a void in my life and

I didn't want to see her fall away into the darkness the way my Mom did.

Aliens, Vampires and Werewolves, maybe not.

To make

the right decision requires a combination of confidence, knowledge, and luck.

A little nonsequitur: I once asked my close associates why

they believed in God.

Rio said: "Well, I can't very well be a convincing

Satanist if I don't give lip service to the Other Guy."

Iona put it this way: "The Universe makes sense. It is

our roadmap for Ascension and a fuller understanding of God's Love."

Christina reasoned: "I've seen Evil so there must be

Good."

Heaven s take was: "Because I prayed for death but

Christina came; and I prayed for you (Zane) to go but you stayed."

Hope expounded: "Because I live in a country that allows

me to own a K11 assault rifle for home defense." No one wants to ask Hope
if she has the official rifle of the R O K Army with her at school, or if she
actually has the grenades that go with it. What good would it do; it isn't like
we would try to take it away from her. Most of us like living too much.

Chastity observed: "Firefighters, organ donors,

Christian converts in Iran, with so many people giving for no material gain,
that indicates to me a higher purpose for mankind, a struggle between right and
wrong."

Faith rebutted: "Belief in Christ cannot be given a

definition. If you define it, it ceases being faith."

Barbie Lynn: sweetly gave me a peppermint and smiled. She

had to look no farther than the fate that had brought us together and the joy
we shared; she didn't need words.

Paige resolved: "Only something with infinite precision

and power could bring about the Big Bang. The day they can give a name to that
force, I will gladly surrender my faith."

Cordelia said: "Let me think about my reply. Why do you

believe in God?" (Like I'd ever tell her.)

Cappadocia lamented: "What an empty and lonely thing

life must be, if these few years are all we have?"

Opal s mind was made up: "I always have and never heard

an argument that would make me think differently."

Brandi chided: "It was how I was raised. But the first

time you kissed my stomach, I had my own personal religious experience
(giggle)."

And Now, Back to the Story!

Breakfast unfolded pretty much like it had a week ago, with

the added bonus of poisonous glares between clumps of students, bandages,
bruises, and the sense of unease that comes from unresolved conflict. After
all, neither Christina nor Rhaine had won. This was acceptable to most of the
sane crowd as the alternative would have been to make the school unbearable to
the other half of the student body so that they left.

Instead, we got to bask in the chilly civility that

Christian politeness dictated. At least I wasn't (too) worried about a pack of
girls ambushing me. As was becoming her habit, Gabrielle Black had devoured her
food in less than four minutes and paced the perimeter of the Dining Room
floor, her eyes dodging about with no discernible pattern. I kept an eye on her
because she worried me in a way that went far beyond hormones.

"Zane?" Iona repeated. I had barely registered her

first request for a moment of my time.

"Yes, Hon?" I smiled down at her. She looked happy

for the eye contact but worried about what she had to say.

"Zane, there are two other candidates for Freshman

Class President, Mhain Reynard and Millicent Pierce," Iona informed me.

"Millicent?" grumbled Rio. "Zane saved her

ass and now she's kicking sand in his face? The bitch."

"Millicent is free to do what she wants. She may have

wanted to be nominated before all this chaos came about. I'm not going to
begrudge her having political ambitions," I told them.

"Zane, I don't think you understand what this

means," Iona worried.

"Sure I do; Millicent and I are going to split the

Pro-Christina vote. There will be a run-off. If it is Millicent and I, Mhain's
votes will go to her and I lose. If it is Mhain and Millicent, my votes will go
to Millicent and she wins. If it is Mhain and I, it will be a toss-up.
Essentially, Millicent can definitely defeat Mhain but I can't."

"This sounds like a job for the NSA," Rio glared

off to where Millicent was sitting. I don't think Rio knew what Mhain looked
like. NSA referred to Rio's title as my in-house assassin, Ninja Stripper
Angel.

"Don't worry," I patted Rio on the shoulder,

"I got this, Bro."

When I got up, Rio followed me nonetheless. Chancellor Bazz

was absent for the second day in a row so the highest authority seemed to be
Doctor Scarlett, the Vice Chancellor. Gabrielle noted my movement but didn't
deviate from her path. Mrs. Cunningham was closest but seeing neither authority
figure appeared nervous, she too went about her rounds.

Mind you, girls are moving around the Dining Hall all the

time but I'm special, being a troublemaking, devious male. I rounded a table
and walked over to Millicent, who was warned of my approach by an associate.
She twisted in her chair and waited for the flavor of my greeting.

"Hey, Millicent, I want to congratulate you on your

nomination and I hope you get the votes to be on the ballot," I said as I
extended my hand. She shook it and smiled.

"Thank you, Zane. Good luck to you too," she

replied.

"How about we have a debate a few nights before the

election? Interested?" I pondered.

"That would be great," Millicent agreed. "We

can request the Assembly Hall but we'll need to figure out who should be
moderator."

"We'll figure it out," I nodded. "I'm going

to say 'hi' to Mhain as well."

"I will come along," Millicent informed me as she

stood up and stepped to my side. "Hi, Rio."

"Eat shit and die, you ungrateful whore," Rio

snarled back at Millicent, who backed off. "Zane should have left you for
Bazz to fuck over." Millicent's crowd was shocked, then outraged.

"Cool it, Rio." I stroked her arm. "You and I

do what we do for our own ends and not for the accolades of others." I
turned to her, "Right?" Rio took a deep breath.

"You are such a dumb blonde," she smirked at me.

"I get my thirty pieces of silver up front."

"Thanks, Babe," I grinned at Rio. I looked back to

Millicent. "I'm still going to see Mhain if you want to tag along with me
and Rio."

"I'm feeling fearless with a positive outlook on life

so I'll risk it," Millicent smiled. Yeah, beating Millicent in this
election was going to be fun, right up there with waking up on the Kappa Sigma
cross out in the woods. The three of us walked over to Mhain and her crowd of
freshmen Rhaine-supporters. The conversation around us died, proving I was
definitely unwelcome.

"Hi, Mhain. I just wanted you to know I am happy to

hear that you are jumping in on the race for Freshman Class President," I
grinned while extending my hand.

"I would like to welcome you as well," Millicent

stated, extending her hand too. Rio thankfully hung back and kept quiet.

Mhain turned around in her seat so that she faced us, though

she remained seated. She looked into my eyes then regarded my hand before doing
the same to Millicent.

"Very well, Millicent," Mhain finally said as she

shook Millicent's hand. "You will lose, and while I hope you leave this
school at the end of the year, if you don't, I pray you learn humility and
proper Christian decorum."

Mhain was so fervent that Millicent appeared aghast at the

situation. She hardened quickly.

"It is small-minded zealots like you that give people

of faith a bad name, Mhain," Millicent seethed in response. "I'll
make you a bargain. If you win, I'll leave FFU the day following the election;
but if, when you lose, you agree to stick it out through your senior
year."

Mhain stood, and the grip between the two women became bone-crushing.

"Pack your bags," Mhain hissed, "you

Jezebel."

"Jezebel," Rio snickered to me. "Seriously,

is that the best she's got?"

"I think she's calling Millicent a betrayer," I

related, "and I must be too evil to be named."

"I think, Millicent violently yanked her hand away

from Mhain and then wiped it vigorously on her pleated skirt as if Mhain's
touch was somehow toxic, ", she's home-schooled."

"Oh, she's one of those," Rio grinned to the same

Millicent she'd been ready to slap only seconds before. "One family TV,
one family computer, and six or seven brothers and sisters."

"Only allowed to contact similar children in scheduled

gatherings, yep," Millicent nodded. Mhain was getting quite pissed off at
being mocked.

"Not at all incestuous, even with the only males around

being family," Rio smiled viciously.

"Oh no, not at all," Millicent agreed. "Well,

have fun with the election, Mhain. Making you spend the next four years with
Zane is going to make my victory just that much sweeter."

Mhain was gargling out a response when we three turned and

left her. As we approached Millicent's seat, I spoke up.

"Why are you using me as a punishment for Mhain? I know

that she doesn't like me but why did you in particular do it?"

"It really isn't so much using you as punishment for

her as a reminder for me why I want to keep you around. After all, I've already
bought my subscription to 'Virtual Zane' for a year," Millicent related.

"Virtual Zane?" Rio asked Millicent.

"It's a project Cordelia is working on," Millicent

related, "but it is only in limited release." I wasn't asking because
I was recalling me and a dozen girls in a room, me naked, and them taking all
kinds of computer imagery scans of my body. At least she could have given me a
heads-up before launching what was certainly a semi-pornographic 3-D rendering
of me and my life.

I am definitely going to have to fix her little red wagon,

but with the added complication that she certainly had already thought out my
reaction and plotted accordingly. Of course, I can figure out what those
contingencies are and figure a way around them, but I know she knows that, fuck
it, I'm going to finish breakfast.

I escaped the Dining Hall in the company of a sophomore

named Abigail Kent. Assembly was painless but it was no consolation for me when
it ended. A junior named Sybil Evans was on my Handmaiden's list. She proved
her pro-Rhaine credentials by saddling me with not only her book bag but the
book bags of nine of her closest friends.

Oh come on, I do fifty push-ups a day, on my head with my

back against a wardrobe, plus upper body strength training for Archery and
endurance training for Marksmanship, Karate, and Orienteering. I grinned at
Vivian who looked a bit peeved at Sybil. I spent the rest of the trip to class
doing arm curls with the bags as if they were nothing, even grinning bye-bye to
the bag owners when I was done.

I whistled as I walked to my desk and promptly let my arms

drop like dead weight to my side because they hurt so bad, but at least my
tormentors didn't get to see my pain. Lucky me, this was the day of my first
English test and that involved a whole lot of writing. Me and my twisted desire
to taunt my enemies, damn the inspiration that drove me to decide on arm curls.

I still managed to push myself through the test with a few

minutes to spare. I was lucky enough to be snared by Hale Johansen who tied me
down with a discussion on which modern actor would best play Judas in a
rendition of the Last Supper. She was mad for Nicholas Cage while I wanted
Zachary Quinto. (Oh, please, the guy played Skylar and Spock; Judas is the
smartest Apostle and is willing to ignore the implication that his actions will
get people killed.)

Biblical Archeology's test was simple, if a bit dry. Rio and

I played Rock-Paper-Scissors to pass the time in the last half of class. Either
Rio studied (I try not to laugh), someone beat the knowledge into her in Sunday
school (it is terrifying how hard that had to be), she'd somehow cheated, or
she's been masking her smarts really well.

It was inevitable that one of Rhaine's people picked me up

for the trip to Biology. She began lecturing me on God, Man, Woman, and our
separate places in the Universe. I interrupted Theresa, my mistress, to tell
her she smelled like sugar dumplings. She didn't know what to say and neither
did I. This may have been brought on by neither of us knowing precisely what a
sugar dumpling was or what it smelled like. Chastity thinks I'm a nut and
sometimes I agree.

Seraphina & Back Again

Biology's test was its own kind of mental torment. Whenever

I discover the acceptable default answer to any question is "God wills
it," I hear millions of my brain cells stampeding for the exits. This is
supposed to be the foundation for me becoming somebody that actually heals
bodies, prescribes medicines, and diagnoses a human being's physical ailments,
and I'm becoming worried I won't be qualified to apply a bandage.

Seraphina and I snuck off to the bathroom (I have

notoriously poor bladder control) after she finished her test and I could tell
by the look in her eyes that she felt as cerebrally insulted as I did. Kissing
and petting wouldn't do it this time; my plan was to bend her over the toilet,
pull down her panties, and eat Seraphina out from behind.

There is always something wonderful about being someone's

first, even if it is 'just' cunnilingus. Oh, I had touched her cunt before,
inside and outside of her panties, but she confessed this was the first tongue
to touch her there. My dedication to her sensitivity caused the frustration
from Biology class to fade away. My world collapsed down to her upper thighs,
ass cheeks, and pubic region.

I was on my knees, awkwardly positioned forward with my ass

resting on my heels, when Seraphina looked over her shoulder at me. She gave me
an unsure smile and then pushed herself up on her toes. She had anticipated the
difficulty of my position and made my job easier, which resulted in her greater
pleasure.

I didn't want her to become unsettled so when I placed my

hands on her, it was right above the knees, a safe region. I kissed her above
the right hand on her thigh. Seraphina moaned.

"Zane, Zane, I am not sure what to say," she

murmured.

"It isn't necessary, Seraphina," I comforted her.

"Let your body tell me all that you need me to know." Seraphina
didn't miss a trick, she merely nodded.

I let my lips work a track up the back of her right thigh

until I reached the minute crease where the buttocks and the thigh met. From
there, I licked in with a broad stroke to the point where her labia swelled at
the back. Before the moment of contact, I skipped her cunt and touched down on
the cusp where it met her buttocks and thigh on the left side. Seraphina
exhaled in foiled anticipation.

I had let my hands follow behind my kisses on her thighs.

When my mouth crossed to her left ass cheek I rested my hands on her hips,
giving me some leverage and control over her stance. That done I moved in for
her first real overt sexual sensation of this encounter. I lead off with broad
strokes to either side of her labia, along the inner hip joint.

A few strokes doing that, then I sharpened my tongue to a

blunt tip and licked lightly her labia from back to front with a confident
tongue-caress of her clitoris at the high point of my technique. I was somewhat
pleased that Seraphina didn't jolt or squeak out in surprise. Everything I was
doing was flowing in synch with her natural desires.

Seraphina graduated from a scared-dry to a gentle-moistness

and finally a musky, oily tastiness. Her breathing was steady but became deeper
and a bit more ragged as we progressed. One little grunt on her part and I knew
to dedicate more of my efforts toward exploration. I moved my left hand around
until it graced her nub of a clit and the top of her cunt.

Alternating between deep, tight penetrations and broad,

powerful licks that parted the labia, I would drive half a knuckle of my left
forefinger into her slit when my tongue wasn't in the way. The moment she was
sure of the game, I tilted up and took a playful bite of her left ass cheek,
sharp enough to startle but not enough to leave a permanent mark.

"Ow!" she hissed through clenched teeth. We had to

keep it down because sound did carry in this building. I dove back into her
moist cunt in response, stayed there long enough for her to settle in, then bit
the right cheek. This time Seraphina pressed against the back of the stall to
escape my nip, but she came back when the tongue torture returned. The
uncertainty was breaking down her resistance.

Blind passion was taking Seraphina over. She was sure

another bite was hovering out there, waiting for her to coast along with the
rhythm. Instead, she had to focus on each move of my mouth as she tried to
anticipate what I'd do next. As she focused on each stroke and probe, her world
collapsed into each sensual moment and reaction.

"Oh, Zane," she panted, "oh God, oh God, oh

God," she began softly chanting. Next, she made constrained little grunts
of pleasure that picked up in intensity until her body tensed and spasmed. Her
legs grew rigid and her back bowed up as she internalized her orgasm. Time and
comfort allowed, I would have kept gently tonguing Seraphina as she slowly came
down, but we had to get back to class so I held her carefully by the hips
instead.

Seraphina snickered when she calmed down enough to clearly

vocalize to me. That noise became a giggle.

"What is it?" I whispered.

"Oh, I just realized we need to figure what class we

are going to share next semester because I certainly want to do this all year
long," she laughed quietly.

"We could take Orienteering Club together." I

mused.

"Orienteering, sorry, but Heaven is in charge of

Orienteering, and since you two are together, I really don't want to
contemplate what kind of reconstructive surgery she'd put me through if she saw
us touching," Seraphina grinned over her shoulder at me.

"Hold that thought," I told her. I slipped out of

the stall, got some wet paper towels, and returned to Seraphina. She took the
wipes with a smile and cleaned up while I watched. "You know, Heaven can
be really nice if you give her a chance."

"Zane, for a guy who appears to be so good with women,

you miss out on some obvious things," Seraphina kept grinning.

"I'd argue more if I didn't spend half my time bound up

by one person or another," I sighed.

"Zane," Seraphina pulled up her underwear, stood

up, and faced me, "even if a girl is nice and sweet to you, that doesn't
mean she's nice and sweet to another girl who gets in between you and
her."

"I'm not jealous, and I don't like jealousy in those

around me," I countered.

"How are Paige and Heaven getting along?"

Seraphina teased. I was saved by bell, literally. It was time to make for the
Dining Hall, or in my case, back to my room for some hot, passionate loving
with Barbie Lynn. I had to talk to her about something; I'd figure out what
when I got there, I was sure.

Any joy I was anticipating collided fatally with Vivian's

expression as Seraphina and I raced back to our classroom. She didn't look pissed;
she looked furiously disappointed.

"We completed the test and had to go to the

bathroom," I blurted out. You know, I'm not bad at creating excuses off
the cuff, but any chance of Vivian being deceived evaporated when Seraphina
took my hand as a sympathetic signal of moral support.

"You couldn't wait the last few minutes before the

bell?" Vivian glared at me. I could tell her I went to the bathroom ten
minutes ago but that leads to the question of what took me ten minutes to do in
the bathroom. My hesitation allowed Vivian to lean forward and take a sniff of
the sexual arousal on my lips, Seraphina's arousal. "Zane, "

"I stepped out of bounds, Vivian. I'm sorry," I

apologized. I had promised to be as discrete as possible, after all.

Any conversation was rendered more convoluted by the girls

exiting the classrooms and moving through the hall.

"Seraphina, is this what you want to do with your life?

Sneaking off to bathrooms with men for sex?" Vivian whispered.

"Random men, no; Zane, yes. I mean, have you felt his

tongue? Holy Cow, he was fantastic," Seraphina beamed back. Vivian seemed
flummoxed.

"We'll get our bags and we can get out of here," I

intervened. Vivian let us slip past her. Seraphina gave me a quick peck on the
cheek before we left, then I joined Vivian and we left the building together.

"Vivian, I started.

"Oh, God," Vivian groaned. "What is it

now?"

"When you have kids I really think you will be a good

mother," I tried to appease her.

"Get it over with, Zane, and stop trying to make me

feel good about the nightmare that watching over you has become," Vivian
moaned.

"I need to skip the Dining Hall to go back to my

room," I broached the subject.

"Who is it this time?" Vivian asked in a deadpan

voice.

"Barbie Lynn," I answered.

"I'll pick you up at 12:50," she stated. That was

easy, right up to the moment I felt bad about pushing her morality so hard. I
had to figure out something she wanted and get it for her.

Good, energetic sex leads to a shower unless you want to

advertise your activity via body odor. Barbie Lynn and I decided that since
time was an issue, we'd mix the love-making and the shower into one exercise in
one of the stalls on my floor. It was certainly something new for us and a
spectacular look for Barbie Lynn, with the water cascading off her breasts in
two sensual rivulets. Her wet hair plastered over her head, neck, shoulders,
and chest was its own kind of erotic.

Barbie Lynn's rectum was partially impaled on my cock. Her

eyes were wide with hunger and happiness brought forth by our lovemaking in
midstride. My hands held each heavenly buttock in a tight grip, Barbie Lynn's
legs were to the side and spread wide, thank you, Soccer flexibility training,
in a sexual 'V'. Her banged-up knee was clearly getting better.

"Please, Surrah, can I have some more?" Barbie

sugar-coated her request. I let her slip down my shaft a little more until her
eyes shut in ecstasy and she breathed out a pleasurable note. She'd been
resting her wrists on my shoulders with her fingers extending back into my
hair. Now she drew me in until we were face-to-face.

To be continued in part 19, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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