October 11, 2025

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 2

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 2

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Novels.

If my life is a mirror, why does mine have to be one-way with me on the wrong

side.

Christina was waiting for me when I came out, minus her

servant (classes had just been let out so she hadn't snared one yet), but she'd

gained three sidekicks who looked upon me with varying degrees of amusement and

contempt. The shortest of them, a sexy brunette with a foxy-like face glared at

me with ill-disguised hate, over what I had no idea.

"Come on, Zane," Christina said as she handed me

her book bag, "time to face judgment."

"Face judgment?" I mused. "Are we really

going there? I made an honest mistake and besides, isn't forgiveness of sins

the prime Christian virtue?"

Angry Girl grabbed my arm and yanked but the sad facts of

physics and my contrariness kept her from moving me. The girl ground her teeth,

on the cusp of rage.

"Zane, come," dictated Christina calmly.

"Heaven, release him before he starts crying to the liberal media about

physical abuse." Heaven? Seriously, who names their daughter Heaven, I

thought, then I remembered where I'm standing. I meekly went to Christina's

side when Heaven released me, then we started making our way to the

Administration Building.

My phone went off and I checked the message and had to

snicker. It was Iona and apparently the girls are starting to use my time as some

sort of currency.

"What was that all about?" another sidekick asked.

This one was actually friendly. "I'm Chastity," she identified

herself.

"Hey, Chastity," I grinned back to her. "That

was an enterprising freshman who is keeping track of which lady has requested

my Handmaiden services, and now I'm apparently being swapped around."

"You are a whore," snarled Angry Chick Heaven.

"Listen," I shot back, "this is your crazy

tradition, not mine. I'm only doing what my upperclassmen are demanding of me.

I'm acting like any other incoming freshman. But I have to admit, I haven't

actually read the handbook yet."

"Let it be, Heaven," advised Christina. "This

will all be over in thirty minutes and he'll be gone."

On that note, I turned to the last unnamed senior. "So

what's your name, if you would be so kind as to tell me?"

"Faith," she replied cautiously. I kept grinning.

"I swear, if you ladies have a girl named Hope in your

close circle of friend we should form an all-girls 80s-style punk rock band.

I'll be the manager, constantly clashing with Christina over artistic

differences," I rambled on.

"You are kind of a nut," Chastity pointed out.

"I'm on the verge of the shortest college career in

history so I admit to being a bit nervous," I confessed, and surprise of

surprises, Chastity placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Somehow that made

Heaven angrier with me, which I didn't think was possible.

Before I could delve into the psychoses of Heaven, we

arrived at the Chancellor's office. I gave Christina her bag as the girls

abandoned me once the secretary ushered me in with a disdainful sniff of her

nose.

Inside were six women but I only recognized two: Chancellor

Doctor Melrose Bazz and Ms. Goodswell, who also happened to be my assigned

Spiritual Advisor.

"Come in and sit down, Mr. Braxton," commanded

Doctor Bazz. Since the only open chair was directly in front of her desk and

flanked by the other chairs (so I'd be doubly flanked), I took my seat.

"As you must now understand, there has been a horrible

error," the Chancellor continued. "To rectify this situation you will

withdraw from Freedom Fellowship University effective immediately. Your tuition

will, of course, be refunded." She slid some papers in front of me.

"I take it everyone knows who I am, ma'am, but who am I

in the room with?" I inquired.

"Sign the papers," insisted Doctor Bazz.

"Can I think about this?" I inquired.

"No," she answered.

"Are you sure?" I persisted.

"Yes," she snapped angrily.

"Okay, then, I'm not signing," I decided.

Everyone stirred restlessly.

"You don't have a choice," one of the unnamed

women in the room declared. "Security will hand you over to the Sheriff's

Department as we remove you if you don't leave sensibly."

"That sounds like a lawsuit," I noted.

"You are mistaken, Mr. Braxton," the Chancellor

glared. I noticed the unnamed woman farthest from me looked less than

convinced; that made her the college's lawyer.

"Chancellor, I have a deep respect for you and for the

school you so expertly shepherd. I'm not out to embarrass this

institution." I tried to relate to all of them.

"The problem for you is that at no time in the

registration process was I ever asked if I was male," I began my argument.

"I entered my first name in as Glenn; your computer system transcribed

that over to Glenda. At no time did I attempt to deceive the administration. I

also can call forth witnesses from my dorm floor that will testify that I

clearly didn't understand this was a woman's institution of higher

learning."

"You are being highly disruptive to the school and

you've already been in one fight in your first four hours of school,"

another unnamed member announced.

"Pardon me, but I don't know who you are," I asked

the woman.

"Dana Gorman, Head of Security and Dean of

Athletics," she snipped.

"Coach Dana, I was not aware that anyone was hurt and

since I wasn't supplied my Handbook until yesterday afternoon when I went to my

dorm room, I had no idea about the Handmaiden's Duty. I did find my roommate

pinned to the ground with three girls sitting on her while she screamed and

cried. I pushed/kicked them away and picked her up. I acted with charity and

compassion," I put my best spin on the case as possible.

"Doctor Josephine Sergeant, Dean of Sciences," the

other unnamed woman introduced herself. "I'm not sure how I can fit you

into my program, Mr. Braxton. The corpses Advanced Biology students work on are

all female."

"Doctor, I would imagine if I do become a doctor, I

will have to work on women from time to time," I countered.

"Mr. Braxton, nothing good can come of your

intransience. Sign the papers, take the fall off, and find another school more

fitting to your nature and gender," the Chancellor spoke.

"I'll fight," I replied.

We had a still moment, then Ms. Goodswell cleared her

throat.

"Zane, why do you want to stay?"

"Short answer: this school has nine hundred women and

one me; what's not to love? Long version: my inheritance is based on me being

eighteen and in a college of my Aunt's choosing. It is too late for me to get

into another program this year so if I don't fight, I go broke. I have nothing

to lose."

"Ms. Lane," the Chancellor addressed her lawyer,

"is there any reason we can't escort Mr. Braxton to the gates right

now?" The attractive young lawyer brushed a stray strand of her lovely

light brown hair before responding.

"There does seem to be a flaw in the administration

software. There is no sexual differentiation key. Medical files were submitted

as required and they clearly identify him as being male so there was no

indication of evasion on his part, we missed it. FFU can expel him if he

doesn't leave of his own accord but he definitely has a lawsuit against

us."

That gave people food for thought. It took Ms. Goodswell to

save the day and I didn't really expect that.

"Mr. Braxton, do you promise us to be an exemplary

student if we allow you to stay out the semester?"

"Of course," I promised.

"Well, we can't keep him where he is," insisted

Dana, shocked and angry.

"We can keep him in his residence hall but place him in

the Solarium. We can fix up something for him by tonight, and we have him

cleared to use the fifth floor showers as schedules allow," Ms. Goodswell

suggested.

"The place is a mess," Dana grumbled.

"I'll work to make it better as time allows," I

volunteered.

"Mr. Braxton, wait outside while we discuss this,"

commanded the Chancellor.

I took my cue and left quickly. Christina and clique were

sitting patiently waiting for me. She stood and made to leave.

"I was told to wait here," I informed her, which brought

the whole troop up short.

"What are we waiting for?" Christina inquired.

"Oh, I have them over a barrel so I insisted they

assign one of you to be my bed warmer for the rest of the week. They are

debating on which one of you gets the honor," I teased.

"You bastard," spat Heaven, getting in my face.

"You are a vomitus piece of filth!"

"Just for that, you are next," I grinned

devilishly at her.

"Huh?" she looked far angrier than uncertain,

"Next for what?"

"Oh, during the upcoming sex orgy I host, you are

'Next'. See," I sighed dramatically, "I'm not likely to remember your

name so when I call out 'Next,' I mean you."

I had a split second to decide whether I'd duck or not.

Training was screaming at me to half-step back while bringing up an arm to

block but, Pow! I staggered back to the wall and slumped halfway down to the

floor. Heaven kept coming and kicked me twice in the shin before Chastity and

Christina pulled her off me.

She was still sputtering and growling when the Chancellor's

door opened up and Ms. Gorman stepped out and closed it behind her.

"What is going on here?" she hissed.

"There was a misunderstanding," Christina

answered.

"Actually, Heaven punched me after I deflected one of

her insults," I countered. "Now I have to ponder civil litigation."

"What?" Christina asked cautiously. Heaven was

less diplomatic or restrained.

"You provoked me," she accused me.

"Do you know word one about my sexual habits? Could you

prove a believable threat to you or someone around you? Barring that, you just

committed assault," I informed Heaven.

"You are willing to gamble we would betray Heaven to

someone like you?" Faith threatened.

"No," Dana answered for me. "I have little

doubt that Mr. Braxton has noted that all classes and administration rooms have

cameras." She seemed bitter about her own security procedures. The rest of

the girl posse seemed equally unhappy except for,

"Come on," Chastity told me as she offered me a

hand up. I took it and quickly was upright once more so that we were chest to

chest.

"Please don't do this, Zane," she said evenly.

Heaven scoffed.

"Very well, Chastity, because it was you who requested

it, but I do ask for one thing in return," I told her.

"Of course he wants something," Heaven snarled

sarcastically.

"Actually, all I want is five minutes with

Heaven," I explained, and when Heaven rolled her eyes and Chastity looked

uncomfortable, I added, "no physical contact at all, only sitting down and

talking."

"She'll do it," Christina agreed.

"No!" balked Heaven.

"You'll do it or be expelled and face possible jail

time," Ms. Gorman stated.

"No," it was my turn to say. "I was joking; I

won't press charges against Heaven."

"She can still be expelled," Dana insisted.

"For what?" I asked. Dana looked at me cautiously.

"Hell, we were just fooling around; right ladies?" No one said

anything because to speak was to court the sin of falsehoods.

"Yes," said Christina, taking the plunge; the

others nodded.

Dana bored me into place with her gaze, weighing her

options.

"Keep it down out here," she snapped to the room,

"especially you young ladies. I expected better from you four." The

implication was that my cock exempted me from mature behavior.

"Thank you," Chastity told me.

"It took the grand total of one word, please," I

explained. "I know it must be hard to believe but I'm not a total

scumbag."

"Are you still going to make me pay for insulting

Rio?" Christina mocked.

"The week isn't over yet," I pointed out. The

resulting silence was interesting.

Five minutes later the door opened and the women filed past.

The second to last one out was the lawyer, Ms. Lane.

"Mr. Braxton, we will have to get together to discuss

some of your unique legal issues and liabilities next week," she informed

me.

"I await you at your leisure, Ms. Lane. Whatever you need,

I'll do my best to comply," I smiled.

"It will certainly be easier if you are

compliant," she smiled back before turning and heading into the hallway,

my eyes watching the line on her stockings going from where her skirt's hemline

revealed her shapely thighs down her muscular calves to her four-inch heels.

"Temptation comes in many forms," Ms. Goodswell

said, interrupting me from the distraction of Ms. Lane's luscious posterior, a

look that Ms. Lane caught as she smiled and turned out of sight.

"In my admittedly limited experience, temptation is a

result of dissatisfaction with one's circumstances, not a weakness of

character," I offered as an explanation.

"As your spiritual counselor, I feel it is my duty to

keep you on the straight and narrow," Ms. Goodswell sighed with faux

sufferance.

"I don't mean to make things hard for you, Ms.

Goodswell," I jibbed.

"Enough sexual innuendo for the moment, Zane; you've

been given an opportunity so don't blow it, don't disappoint me," Ms.

Goodswell warned me while stabbing me in the chest with a well-manicured cherry

gloss fingernail. I gave her a funny look.

"What is it, Mr. Braxton?" she asked.

"Oh, it is the fact that you are attempting the

impossible, restoring my faith in organized Christianity, I answered while

fishing for her name.

"Virginia," Ms. Goodswell filled in the void of my

unsubtle inquiry. "You are going to be trouble," she said, but her

smile belied any worry on her part.

"Well, I must get to lunch. I have a deserving Mistress

who demands that I spoon-feed her," I told her as I moved to Christina and

her cohorts.

"Your room, seven o'clock, Zane. We'll be moving you to

your new lodgings then," Virginia instructed. I nodded my acknowledgement

then headed off to my late lunch.

As we crossed campus, we remained relatively quiet until we

approached the Dining Hall.

"You remain intriguing, Mr. Braxton," Christina

allowed.

"I am equally drawn to you, you sanctimonious

twat," I bantered back, and the girl posse jerked in response.

"I hope they house you in a deep, dark hole,"

snapped Heaven.

"I hope they do too," I beamed at Heaven,

"and I hope you have the only key."

"Why is that?" asked Chastity.

"I'd let him starve to death," Heaven grinned

viciously. I kept my eyes on Heaven.

"Well, if Heaven had the key, she could come down and

torture me whenever she wanted," I explained, and when Heaven licked her

lips in anticipation, I added, "and she'd look so fetching in nothing but

thin strips of black leather, high heels, and a whip in her hand as she scourged

the sin out of me again and again, ." I licked my lips sensually at

Heaven, "and again."

Now all movement stopped; even the normally homicidal Heaven

was caught up in the imagery (which she liked) and the other girls were wrapping

their minds around the implications of either me on my knees, Heaven in

leather, or us together.

"You have a very sinful mind," accused Faith.

"I have never denied that," I responded. "I'm

a flawed creature in need of redemption, I admit that. Thankfully, I've chosen

a religion based on forgiveness and second chances, then, eh?"

Any further comments were interrupted by a girl running into

me, more like almost running over me.

"Zane! They didn't transubstantiate you into communion

wafers," Rio squealed, showing more womanly affection than I would have

given her credit for.

Rio didn't do a great job of being 'surprised' when she

noticed the girls around me. Heaven glared at Rio and I tried to shift myself

between them but Christina intervened before anything happened.

"Felon, I am in need of a stool to sit on; I'm

tired," Christina said. As she used the word 'felon,' she smirked at me.

Rio flinched too.

"Wouldn't you rather have me lie on my back so you can

sit on my face so I can get you off? That way we could both eat lunch,"

Rio sneered back. Christina didn't bite.

"Make a seat, little felon," Christina smiled. I

had a sudden desire to miss lunch.

"I've got this, Zane," Rio told me as she touched

my upper arm and pushed me toward the door.

As I grudgingly walked away, I saw Rio get down on all fours

on the grass and Christina take her seat. The best thing I could say about the

situation was that Queen Christina didn't bounce up and down.

Before I could come up with some rescue strategy, Iona

corralled me and led me to the Handmaiden Mistress of the moment; Dove.

Dove's food had grown cold and Iona had kept assuring her I

was on my way so I set to my latest exercise in humility. Dove expected me to

sit with her. I brushed her shoulder-length auburn hair aside and fed her

mouthful after mouthful, using a napkin to tantalize her lips after every few

bites, which Dove found enticing and the surrounding tables found romantic. I

was getting the feeling that the girls were looking at this whole Handmaiden thing

differently than I was.

At three o'clock I made it to Soccer tryouts, forgetting one

little gigantic complication, this was Christina's team. She and the coach

decided that since they couldn't outright deny me the chance for a place on the

team, they could make me target practice (aka goalie). I blocked eleven shots

from established members of the team (they have Soccer/Football in Thailand)

but number twelve got past me, I was off the team.

At four came Archery tryouts and I was starting to feel the

weight of being the true outsider here, and it got worse when I saw our Team

Captain was Chastity Adams, aka Chastity of Team Christina. I turned to put my

equipment up when Chastity called me over.

"What are you doing, Zane?"

"I've just finished having Christina use me as a crash

test dummy," I admitted. "I figured I'd save us both some time so

that you could concentrate your efforts on people who might actually have a

chance to be on the team."

"Zane, why don't you think I'd give you a chance?"

Chastity asked quietly.

"Will you give me a chance?" I wondered.

"Not if you quit right now," she pointed out.

So, I gave it a shot and I leaned that I sucked at archery,

but clearly not as bad as most of the other girls so Chastity tapped me as a

competitive alternate, which meant I was to carry equipment and practice a lot,

the newbie.

"Why did you do this, let me on the team?" I

inquired after the team announcements.

"You aren't half bad," she explained, then smiled

and pointed out, "plus you will distract the other all-female teams."

"Thanks for the chance, Chastity," I said as I

shook her hand.

"You are good-looking and funny, Zane, and the other

girls will work harder so they can stick around you," she responded while

looking at me intently. "Now go, you have another team to try out

for." Sometimes I needed to be reminded that there are things a

twenty-one-year-old could teach an eighteen-year-old.

I barely made it to Karate tryouts (Marksmanship and

Orientation were on Tuesdays and Thursdays). I didn't recognize our Team Leader

but our coach was Dana Gorman, Head of Security. She eyed me with suspicion but

it was nothing compared to the looks I got from the Team Sub-captain. I thought

I recognized the face but I definitely recognized her ass and the hair weave,

I'd put a foot in it when I kicked her off Rio, yeah me!

I told them I knew some kick-boxing but Dana was not

impressed so I was placed with the beginners group, which I proceeded to

dominate utterly. Ten minutes of that and the Team Captain Wilhelmina Spellman

put me in the second tier, where I went undefeated in our little sparing

matches yet again.

Willie wanted to put me on the first team but the girl whose

ass I'd kicked vocally opposed her on it. Willie relented but only partially.

After class, the sub-captain would judge my performance and get the final say

if I was first-team material. I figured if I ripped out her still-beating heart

and showed it to her, I had a fifty-fifty chance of making the squad.

We squared off after the last girl left, the sub-Captain

didn't want any witnesses. She was more skilled and had more emotional

investment but I'd actually been in some real fights and was faster and

stronger. As far as matches went, it was pretty intense. We went back and forth

with no real advantage until she threw me by grabbing and tearing off my ghee.

Before she could capitalize I got in a kick to her gut and

when she unfolded, I head-butted her, causing her nose to bleed. I pulled up

and she rubbed her nose and looked at the blood.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry. Let me go get someone," I

urged.

"You hurt me," she muttered. "Lord Jesus

Christ, you hurt me," she said angrily as I stepped forward. I was so

overwhelmed with human compassion I didn't see the kick coming.

I was dreaming of running errands to a close village which

was something I got away with from time to time. It was a pleasant day if a

little cold for daytime in the Thai uplands. The young widow I spent some time

with was attending me and I was clearly lying back and enjoying some of our

intimate foreplay. Her mouth felt warm and comforting on my little helmet, her

tongue didn't twirl like it normally did, but I wasn't in Thailand anymore

either.

My jaw hurt but that was far less relevant than the pressure

of the body I was feeling on my thighs, the warm, wet sensation around my cock,

and the feel of hands on my shaft and stomach. I propped myself up and looked

down at my crotch were our sub-captain looked up at me while keeping her

bobbing rhythm going.

"Stop," I ordered her. She reluctantly agreed, her

eyes warring with anger, shame, and lust. I imagine she was wondering about

what kind of academic hell I was about to bring down on her or if she could get

away with crying rape as she pushed herself back and rested on her haunches.

"Take off your clothes," I ordered next. That

command staggered her but my gaze fixed her in place.

"What are you going to do to me?" she said with a

shaky voice.

"I'm going to reciprocate what you've been doing to me.

You gave me a great lesson and I want to return the favor, now strip." She

thought about it a moment, then did a quick striptease which brought me to my

knees.

"What's your name?" I inquired as she finished.

"Cappadocia Davis," she murmured as she met me at

knee level. I started kissing her, drifting into chest contact and letting our

hands roam free for several minutes. Cappy had a very passive-aggressive style

and often mirrored what I did, all the signals of a confident virgin.

Getting us down head to crotch took little effort as Cappy

went back to administering her blowjob and I started working over her own

sexual center. She only asked me to hurry once when I was spending time getting

to know her thighs with delicate kisses. Though it was a bit rough, Cappadocia

worked me furiously with strong hands, plump lips, and a fighter's stamina. On

my end, I did all I could. I mapped out the pleasure lines along her thighs,

across the groin, and farther along the stomach and sides, passing the breasts

to the throat, ears and lips. Cappadocia expected a quick fuck and an equally

quick departure. As it was, we missed dinner and I would almost be late for my

room meeting.

Before then, I explored Cappy fully. I kissed every ebony

inch of her, from kneecap to navel; I took gentle tongue strokes to her lips,

cunt, and especially the clit while not forgetting a little tantalization of

her ass which drove her over the top to an orgasm by itself. Cappy was good

enough to take my seed not once, but twice, though the first time she took most

of it on her face.

I sat there with two fingers stretching her lips apart while

my tongue languidly worked on her labia and clitoris. I tickled the clit,

sucking it with my lips, then blowing on it coolly. She learned how to swirl

with her tongue once my cock was inside her mouth for a stronger sensation.

Cappadocia liked a contest and we had the best of kinds; neither side won and a

rematch was in order, definitely.

"Cappadocia," I began as I was getting my outdoor

clothes on, "I don't think I'm ready for first team yet."

"Neither do I," she responded after a few moments

of thought.

"I'd like to keep training for it, though. I'm not

going to give up trying, no matter how many private sessions it takes."

"I have to agree, Zane. You are not yet ready and it is

going to take a whole lot of private lessons to get you into 'first team'

shape," she nodded. I left with a sore jaw but thinking good thoughts. I'd

made two teams and had a shot at two others, as long as no one shot me or sent

me to get lost in the wilds with a false map.

The Solarium

Why am I Living in a Glass House?

I raced across campus to my dorm only to discover a sad

looking girl in a short terry cloth robe sitting on the outside steps with a

half-full trash bag. She perked up when she saw me.

"Zane," she hailed me, "I want you to take

out my trash." Okay, that seemed kind of lame to me because the dumpster

was thirty feet away so I had to think quickly.

"Umm," I looked her over.

"Jolene," she provided.

"Jolene, this doesn't seem quite fair," I pointed

out, and I watched her deflate before me. "See," I said as I took her

bag of trash and headed for the dumpster, her tagging along, "maybe I

should come by your place tonight around nine thirty and clean up your room for

you. Does that sound like a more appropriate Handmaiden's duty?" The

little lights went off in her eyes.

"Yes," she bobbed her head. "Yes, it sounds,

amazing." Without telling me her room number, she skipped off through the

doors and went off to do God knows what. I went looking for Iona who, as I

guessed, hooked me up with the girl's location. Gliding into my room after that

was less satisfying.

"You are late, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Goodswell

informed me.

"Handmaiden's Duty," I countered.

"We've moved all your furniture to the Solarium on the

top floor," Dana rumbled. Solarium, top floor. Wasn't I on the top floor

already? What was I getting into? That wasn't the most important thing at the

moment, though.

Rio sat on her bed, knees up, hugging a pillow and looking decidedly

unhappy at the world. I turned to the two teachers and asked them for a minute

with my old roomie. Dana grumbled but Virginia made her give us the space.

"What's up, Rio?" I asked as I sat down at the

foot of the bed. I knew what was wrong; I was abandoning her and I was not the

first guy to do so. The only problem was, I wasn't those other guys.

"Nothing's up, asshole," she shot back. "I'm

looking forward to not having you snore all night long. Plus, I'll be able to

shower whenever I want," she sniffled.

"Oh, well, dealing with you has been a total pain in my

ass too, Rio. It will be a relief to not have to wake up looking at you, your

tattoos and all those body piercings," I stated evenly.

"Hey, I don't have any piercings anymore," she

pouted, hurt by the comment and its accuracy.

"Well, I don't believe you, Rio. Sometime you will have

to come up to the Solarium and show me just how wrong I am. I'll leave out a

sleeping bag in case your city-bred ass gets lost and you can't figure out how

to get back down after dark," I joked.

"Zane, if they find you sleeping with a girl, you'll

get expelled," Rio whispered.

"Thank God you are not a girl, then, ya freak," I

grinned so she hit me with her pillow. Rio was sneering at me playfully as I

left; we were still friends.

Outside my room, I'd picked up an old friend, Barbie Lynn

Masters, and with Virginia, Dana, and Iona, we trekked to the fifth floor, then

up to the roof.

Now, when they were designing this kind of dorm in the

nineteen seventies, the architect was on a 'Retro Victorian' kick. He

envisioned a safe green haven for the girls to go to where they would be free

to partake of nature's bounty without risking pesky urban menaces like rapists,

thieves, and murderers.

The Christian Elders liked the design so much, they

transplanted it to the Virginia countryside. Of course, there aren't a lot of

muggers in rural areas so the roof escapes weren't totally necessary or welcome

by the student body and when the school built its twelve-foot-tall brick wall

with security cameras around the entire facility, the need evaporated. Soon,

all the Solariums were abandoned, the plants died, and not all the window panes

were replaced.

It was a pretty freaking miserable place at first glance and

there was some suspicion that this was an indirect way to drive me out. But

they clearly had avoided the Developing World and my long experience in it when

thinking this through. I loved it. I had roughly eighty percent of the dorm

building's floor space to play with. It would be a lot of work to fix it but I

had been accidentally supplied with a ready and willing work force.

Thank you, freshmen and Handmaiden's Duty, because amongst

its other virtues, the Solarium was my room, and a freshman in a dorm room was

immune to being summoned for Handmaiden Duty while in any such room unless

required by a duty to go there. All I had to do was have Iona get the word out

to our fellow freshman that my room was sanctuary and I was set.

All that was tomorrow; tonight, I had a cold room with squirrels,

maybe a raccoon or two, birds, spiders, roaches, and an assortment of other

pests, plus my bed, dresser, and a wardrobe from the drama department. I had

also secured the choice time of five forty-five to six as my bathroom time in

the morning, and ten to ten-fifteen in the evening. How I would actually piss

during the day was swept under the rug. Ms. Goodswell suggested I get a hall

pass during class periods for safety's sake. College, hall pass, Did they think

I should make up for missing high school?

It was lights out in my domicile. The moon was waning and

the sky was clear when I heard someone working the lock to my door at the

bottom of the stairs. Five people had keys: I was one, Dana Gorman was another,

Virginia Goodswell, and Chancellor Bazz were two others, but none of them, I

suspected. I spotted the faint moonlight playing across golden locks as my

intruder drew close.

"Hey," Barbie Lynn whispered as she came to a stop

by my bed. "I thought you might get cold so I brought you a quilt from storage."

"You are a life-saver, Barbie; I'm freezing in here.

Why don't you put the quilt over me and climb in so it will warm up here faster

and we can both get to sleep sooner," I responded softly. It was a weak

lie but it was really all Barbie needed; it was late summer in Virginia, after

all.

She spread out the quilt and started to get in.

"Wait, you'll get your skirt wrinkled," I

cautioned her before she sat down. She nodded and stripped out of it, then

completed the process by stripping off her shirt, (no bra), socks, and shoes.

As she snuggled up against me, she realized I was naked.

"Oh, that doesn't seem fair," Barbie giggled, so

she wiggled around under the covers and tossed out her undies. "That's

better." I pulled her into my arms and I caught her stealing glances up at

me as she pressed her hands against my chest.

"We have all night," I assured her, and that

earned me a kiss. "Oh, and I have your missing panties in my book bag,

courtesy of Rio."

I returned her kiss and soon we were wrapped around one

another, engrossed in one another's erogenous zones (ear lobes, nipples, lips,

and throats) as well as tempting fate with a little penal vaginal contact.

After she wrestled me against the headboard and took my

member deep into her mouth we had a little session of 'try doing this and watch

him squirm' until I finally lost control and erupted several times into her

mouth.

"Umm, Barbie Lynn murmured as she rolled some semen

over her tongue, eyes lighting up as I smiled at her talent. "Jesus bless

me, you taste nearly as good as you look. I want more!"

"Next time we can swap cum," I suggested to her.

Barbie wrinkled her nose.

"Doesn't that make you a homo?" she questioned. I

forgave her ignorance due to cuteness.

"You've tasted your juices on my lips but you are not a

lesbian," I pointed out. After a moment she nodded so I continued with,

"all I want to do is taste it on your tongue, not someone else's on my

tongue." Telling her I'd given more than one blowjob didn't appear to be

helpful at this time; I'm decidedly not heterosexual.

"Oh, you're pretty smart for someone so young,"

she smiled seductively. I cupped her face in one hand.

"I may be young and smart, but you are far more

beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, than me and one heck of a teacher because

you keep me wanting to learn more," I heartily complimented her.

I must have struck a chord because Barbie Lynn glowed from

the inside out and virtually poured like tanned molten gold into my lap.

"Fuck me," she begged with sensual need.

"What about your Pledge?" I questioned.

"Fuck my ass," she moaned, "it's not really

cheating." Yeah, right.

"Okay, Barbie Lynn, but teaching you to like it isn't

easy. I'm going to have to break you in all night long," I warned her, but

all I got was a violent trembling of anticipation which caused her to make my

lap damp and my cock rebound to duty.

We kissed deeply and with longing for over a minute, Barbie

rocking in my lap, her labia brushing my cockhead.

"Is it going to hurt?" she panted into my lips.

"Yes. The first time you are going to scream, but I

promise you I'll show you how good it can be," I assured her. She gulped

in fear but smiled with wanton lust in her eyes.

I played with her cunt and my cock, doing tiny penetrations

until Barbie lost it in a screaming, ear-splitting orgasm, "God loves me,

God loves me, God Loves ME!!!!" She followed that up by collapsing against

me and burying my face in her ample bosom. I couldn't help myself; I took an

overly sensitive nipple into my lips.

"Oh, oh, oh, baby, that hurts; that hur, she whispered

hoarsely until I relented. That didn't stop her from hugging me tightly to her

chest though.

"Barbie Lynn, go over to my kit and get the

Vaseline," I ordered her after a bit.

"Why do I have to do it?" she teased me.

"I love to watch your ass wiggle when you leave and the

way your bare breasts bounce when you come back," I confessed. Once more

she came on with this deep kiss and a winning smile, then she did as I asked

and the view was definitely as delicious as I'd hoped.

She quickly resumed her position over me, shimmying to the

point I was afraid I'd actually press my cock too far into her cunt.

Barbie was biting her lip while we played with her virginal

fire; I knew I had to do something and that was to pop the top of the lubricant

and rub two fingers deep into her back door.

"Here we go," I cautioned her, "I'll be slow

and gentle. We are taking our time so don't worry about tensing up, I'll

deal." She gave me a nod, then went back to tempting fate.

I was finding more and more to lust over with Barbie. When

my right index finger brushed her pink star, she didn't flinch one bit. She

kept her rotation going and I slipped in a finger without much protest or

resistance. I let this finger slip in and out for a minute, sinking in deeper

every few thrusts. To distract her, I moved my left hand between us and slipped

two fingers into her cunt.

That, along with the touch of my cock, got her off. Barbie

bounced harder so I was forced to put a third finger in the way of my cock penetrating

her, plus I pressed the knuckle of my thumb against her clit. For a second

Barbie Lynn seemed at a loss of what to do, but one look at my parted lips,

panting from the excitement, convinced her to feed one magnificent nipple into

my mouth while she played with the other one before my eyes.

She teased me so I stuck a second finger up her ass. Barbie

bucked and moaned but if she was in any pain, she hid it well.

"Do you want to know something?" she struggled to

say, hovering over me. I nodded. "It took a grand total of seven minutes

for the last two boys I was with to cum all over my tits. I don't know how long

we've been going at it but Lord Almighty, I'm so happy I was given this dorm.

This is going to be the best year ever."

"I'm working on it," I gasped as I twitched and

pushed my fingers around. "I'm glad you are my Dorm Mother."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, the other girls are so jealous that I

have you," she panted. "They wanted to know what it would take to

steal you away."

"I hope you understand that I want to stay here with

you," I groaned.

Barbie Lynn stopped moving for a moment, accepting me and my

honest desire.

"Put it in," she begged.

"It will hurt," I assured her.

"I don't care," she looked at me hungrily. I

pulled my hand out of her cunt and rolled her to my side while still keeping my

other fingers pumping in her ass.

Maneuvering around so that I had her head on my pillow and

ass sticking up took some thought. I pushed a third finger in quickly. Barbie

gasped audibly, pulled away instinctively, then caught herself and pushed back

against my hand. She whimpered and choked back a sob. I withdrew my fingers and

covered my cock with some hastily scooped glob of Vaseline.

Barbie looked back to me in quivering anticipation. Before

she spoke I lined my cock up with her anus and started pushing. Barbie Lynn

shut her eyes, bit her lower lip and smiled lustfully.

"Oh!" she groaned, as I slipped past her anal

ring. I knew enough to hesitate before the next push, then the next.

"Please," she whimpered. I stopped moving.

"Please give me all of it," she completed. "Don't hold

back." I pushed harder not waiting for her to adjust.

"Ah!" she cried out. I stopped and she responded

with a, "No, no, no, Zane, please don't stop."

"I don't want to hurt you," I groaned.

"It hurts a lot but I like that you are the one doing

it to me. Please, I want you inside of me, all the way in," she whimpered.

I pushed all the way in steadily until my crotch pushed her scrumptious ass

cheeks apart. As I rested for a moment, I felt Barbie Lynn's fingers reach

between her legs and start to massage my balls.

I pulled back while she moaned loudly, her cries echoing

throughout the massive glass covered chamber. Despite the low lamplight around

my bed, I realized now that we could be seen from the solariums on the roofs of

the other dorms. There wasn't much I could, or would, do about that now.

I started a slowly intensifying pace in and out of Barbie's

ass and she met me with the thrust of her hips and a sensual moaning from her

throat. I could tell she was pushing one set of fingers into her snatch while

the other worked over her clit. Once we were in total symmetry I slapped her

playfully on one ass cheek.

"Oh, God, Zane, do it again. I've been bad," was

Barbie's lusty declaration. I smacked down across the other cheek.

"Harder, Zane, I've been really bad." Another spank and, "I've

been much worse than that," she panted. SMACK! and a yelp. "That's

it!" she gasped. I kept up the spanking and each blow made her anal

muscles contract, virtually grabbing and twisting my cock inside her.

"Ah, Jesus Loves Me!!!!" Barbie Lynn squealed as

her strongest orgasm to date overwhelmed her and then me. I'd never felt that

kind of empathy with another lover like I was feeling with this blonde

enchantress. Barbie bucked up against me, slamming her ass against my crotch

with painful ferocity as my seed plunged into the depths of her bowels.

Barbie Lynn, now virtually sitting in my lap, crested orgasm

after orgasm as the heat of each burst of my semen burned new pathways of

ecstasy inside her rectum.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she stammered as her fluids

flowed down our legs in a slow steady stream. "Please, Zane , "

"Yes?" I panted.

"Promise me, promise me we'll do this again," she

gasped as she now pressed her sweat-slick back against my upper body.

"Again," I thrust into her, "and again, and

again," I promised. Barbie Lynn put one hand around to the back of my neck

and the other, leaning forward.

She drew me into her and we slowly arched forward until the

weight of our bodies tumbled us to the bed. Barbie's outstretched arm touched

the mattress first and absorbed most of our momentum. Still, I ended up

pressing on her and I soon propped myself up so my weight wouldn't suffocate

her.

As I stationed myself there, panting along with her from our

mutual exhaustion, Barbie rolled over so that we were once more face to face.

She had this beatific happiness about her that I doubt I'll ever forget.

"I, I was afraid I'd regret this, and you," she

grinned lazily.

"Do you?" I questioned.

"Yes. I regret I didn't take you back to my room and do

this yesterday. I regret that we have to go to early classes tomorrow. I regret

having to share you with nine hundred other women. And I regret you weren't

here with me two years ago," she murmured heartily.

"I'm going to sit here and bask in my over-stuffed

sense of accomplishment," I faux-gloated. "You do a guy's ego

good."

"Speaking of over-stuffed, can I please, please have

one more, please?" she begged playfully.

"You are my Dorm Mother and I really should try to keep

you happy, so, I related with feigned reluctance.

"That's right," she giggled, "you really need

to keep me happy. Please show me how you plan to do that."

After another serious exploration of our sexuality, Barbie

Lynn curled up against my chest, making this deep cat-like rumbling noise.

"Do you always talk to Christina over breakfast?"

I inquired.

"Yes, I always do. If she asks about you, I, I'm going

to tell her the truth," she answered. I didn't ask what that would be so

she did. "Aren't you worried about what I will say?"

"No. I trust you, Barbie. You'll tell her what you need

to tell her; truth, lie, or evasion, it is all your business, not mine," I

explained.

"Well, I'm going to tell her in every minute detail

what you did with, to, and for me tonight, and I promise you she's going to

race back and change her panties," she sighed happily.

From a morning shower to a Heavenly night.

Sharing Umbrellas

Tuesday: My schedule which the Chancellor had been set in

stone, had me in sole custody of the fifth-floor bathroom from five forty-five

until six, so I was grateful that only six girls were waiting for me when I

arrived. At some level I was sure they expected me to say something and I was

pretty sure they hadn't really articulated what they wanted. I said nothing and

edged past them.

The bravest one, Opal, followed quickly after me, though I

had that special moment of taking off my robe in front of her as I readied for

my shower. Somehow the blood of Homer's Amazons had entered this school's

student body because Opal met my bluff with her buff (body) and crawled under

her own water stream once the water was steamy.

As I started washing my hair, I caught sight of another girl

moving in on my far side. I did my best to remain nonchalant and managed to get

my hair clean before they made their move.

"Zane," Opal asked innocently, "would you

wash my back?" I smiled, nodded, and took the bottle of liquid soap from

her hands.

I poured some into my palms before placing the bottle on the

closest shelf. I started rubbing it onto her shoulders and down her back. The

placement of our bodies was complicated by my emergent erection. I worked my

way down her back until I touched, then parted and cupped, her ass. I pressed

my body against her back with my cock taking a few moments decide on whether it

would go up, in, or in between. Finally it slipped up until my cock rested

warmly on her back.

Opal was totally overtaken by events and simply stood there

as I slowly rubbed my body up and down against her back. She looked over her

shoulder speculatively as I reached past her for more liquid soap and poured

some into my hand. Bottle put aside, I shared the soap with the off-hand before

starting to rub down the front of her shoulders.

"Put your hands behind your back," I whispered

into Opal's ear. She was initially hesitant, then started putting them behind

her back where she brushed against my cock, and again before she wrapped her

hands around it and began slowly stroking it with a soapy grip. While she was

working on my morning wood I made slow circles down to her breasts.

Her nipples came alive under my fingertips. I first coaxed

them, then plucked them, and finally pinched them tightly as I handled the rest

of her breasts roughly. Opal began panting, moaning, and undulating her whole

body against mine. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her on the crux of her

jaw and neck.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Opal began to gasp. I felt her body start

to tremble under my touch so I hunted for that most sensitive place with my

tongue and bit into that spot on her neck sharply. Opal slammed hard into me,

bouncing up and down on her toes like some sudsy, hot vibrator against my cock,

if only I had the time.

"Ah, she sobbed in joy. Even after the orgasm settled,

Opal kept gyrating against me.

"This wasn't what I had in mind," Opal moaned.

Whoops!

"My apology," I told her, and started separating

from her, but she held firm.

"Oh, no, you don't. Maybe you misunderstood me. This

was more, much more than I expected. I'm glad you are superior to your hype.

Can we do this tomorrow morning?"

"Hmm, how about we see what comes up then?" I

evaded. As I backed away, the girl on the other side held out her soap bottle expectantly.

"Sorry, but I need to get out of here before girls, other girls show

up," I explained to her.

"Brigit; my name is Brigit," she filled me in.

"Can we do, that, tomorrow?" By 'that,' I assume she meant my version

of the soapy body rub.

"Okay," I said, "how about calling Iona and

figuring out how you ladies want to handle my shower visits, though I would

like to point out the Administration believes I'm in here alone."

"Do you want us to stay away?" Opal asked

cautiously.

"Opal, Brigit, I would rather go through life minus one

testicle than miss spending time with any of you ladies but I don't want anyone

unwittingly getting into trouble because of me," I answered.

"Since you need to be going," Opal teased,

"let me help."

"I'll help too," Brigit insisted.

I'm going to be a while deciding exactly how I rate being

shaved by one girl while getting a blowjob from another at the same time.

My facial expression caused Rio to laugh at me as I came

back down to answer the door. It was around six thirty and I had only recently

gotten back and put my school uniform on.

"Either you've been hit by the world's softest two by

four or you've already had sex at least once this morning," she chuckled.

"Hey, Rio, Iona, come on in. It isn't like I could stop

you," I joked.

"So, did you take her temperature, kick up her heels,

or give her an attitude adjustment?" Rio teased as we headed up. Iona

looked confused and expected me to be either equally confused or give her an

explanation. I was confused, which made Rio laugh louder.

"Taking her temperature equals blowjob; kicking up the

heels is straight-up fucking, and attitude adjustment is anal sex, jeesh,

people," Rio berated us. Once we came to my island of civilization in the

wilderness of the Solarium, Iona looked around curiously; this may have been

the first men's bedroom she'd ever seen. Rio walked over to my bed, was about

to plop down in it, then studied it for a second and gawked at me.

"Damn, Zane, what happened last night? How many girls

did you have up here?" she grinned maniacally. I sighed and rolled my

eyes.

"One," I admitted. "How did you know?"

"Peach lip gloss and teeth marks on the pillow, several

sets, so, You Go Boy!" she explained.

"Plus, your bed smells of Vaseline, baby oil, sweat, Secret

deodorant, and a good deal of fuck juice, the female variety. Then there is the

matter of, she drew forth a long blonde hair, "you not being

blonde."

"This was not on the list!" squawked Iona.

"Lip gloss, teeth marks?"

"That means he fucked her ass long and hard,

Iona," Rio explained to her far less experienced classmate, "and she

came back for more, and more."

Iona stole a look my way, hoping I'd deny everything, but I

made eye contact with her and nodded. She looked disappointed in me, which

oddly made me feel bad inside.

"Snap out of it, Iona," Rio snorted. Iona still

looked hurt. "What is more likely, Zane went trolling the lower levels for

a girl to sex up, or a girl snuck up here and jumped him in his bed?"

"Oh," Iona gasped, now more pleased. Apparently,

me being nearly raped in my own bed was okay with her. From my point of view, I

can try to understand women or I can appreciate them for what they willingly

offer me. If a woman wants me to treat her like a Sphinx, I'll leap at the

challenge. One day I'm sure I'll find a woman not worth this kind of effort but

I'm not there yet.

I had finished getting dressed and was making toward the

stairs when the door at the bottom opened and Barbie Lynn came bounding up. She

took in my two companions without missing her stride before bouncing up to me.

"Hey, Zane," she purred. "I wanted to make

sure you hadn't overslept."

"Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but I slept great

last night. Waking up feeling that good is always a pleasure. How did you

sleep?" I responded.

"I tossed and turned," she pouted. "I was

missing something I couldn't put my hands on. If I can't figure out what that

is I'll be up pacing the halls well past midnight tonight."

Rio stepped behind Barbie and made a gagging motion.

"So, Barbie Lynn," Rio requested, "do you

have any lip gloss I could use?" Barbie turned around and pulled a

micro-jar that she handed to Rio.

"Umm, peach flavored," Rio revealed vindictively.

At some point I am sure Rio will show restraint; my challenge now is living long

enough to see it.

Rio spanked Barbie Lynn hard on the ass and the Dorm Mother

yelped in surprise and pain.

"Ow," gasped Barbie Lynn, glaring at Rio. I moved

an arm around Barbie and pulled her close, a gesture she comfortably molded

into.

"I'm sorry," Rio snickered, "but you have

such a wonderful posterior BLT, I know it is a sin if no one appreciates

it."

"BLT?" I cautioned Rio, and by that I intoned that

the next spanking was likely going to be administered to her by me.

"Barbie Lynn Tease," Rio grinned, daring me to

step up. As I handed my book bag to Iona, Rio squealed in delight and raced

down the stairs. I was right behind her and I would have undoubtedly caught and

punished her on the fifth floor if not for one thing.

"Zane, I'm here for your breakfast duty," a

sophomore I was to learn was named Emanuela commanded, Handmaiden's Duty.

Technically she should wait until I was outside, but, eh. They nailed Rio

seconds before she could turn and gloat at me.

"Front or back?" I politely requested of Emanuela,

who was thankfully on my schedule.

"Front or back?" she wondered.

"Do you want me to carry you like this?" I asked,

as I swept her up in my arms. She was light enough, including book bag, for me

to make it to the Dining Hall without too much effort.

"What is back?" she gasped.

"Piggyback," I explained.

"Oh. I like this way much better," she informed

me. I started making my way through the crowd when I caught sight of Barbie

Lynn and Iona coming down the stairs. Seeing my situation, Barbie put an arm around

Iona and whispered something to her. Iona was already carrying my books and I

had the feeling that Barbie knew I liked Iona so she was going to look after

the small freshman for me.

Breakfast came and went and I found myself cornered and

'forced' to escort another girl to Assembly. She asked me if I'd prefer being

covered with whipped cream or honey. I reminded her that whipped cream was cold

but honey left a sticky residue, I suggested trying icing. At Assembly, the

heavens broke and a hard rain set in as we got ready to disperse.

The problem came when it was realized that many girls hadn't

packed an umbrella. The answer for most was to take an umbrella from a

freshman, which I found unsatisfactory. I had a sudden burst of insight as the

first freshmen girls paled at the thought of being soaked through to the bone.

I grabbed Iona and then made a beeline for Christina.

None of what followed would have been possible without the

understanding of a girl I didn't know, Pandora Jaspers. Her plan was for me to

take my umbrella and cover us both as we went to class, but when I told her 'I

have a plan,' she nodded and went along for the ride. Certainly we were a

strange group that approached Christina Buchanan.

"Yes?" questioned Christina with her bemused expression

as I came to a halt before her and her court. Chastity smiled, Heaven seethed,

Faith looked uncertain, and the fifth girl was a cipher.

"I think I can do something about this rain," I

said urgently. Christina didn't laugh but I had a feeling Pandora wanted to

strangle me.

"Go on," Christina commanded.

"We make a covered walkway of umbrellas, held by

freshmen, to protect everyone going to the various halls," I explained.

Iona didn't need to be prodded, working on phone to figure out the diameter of

each umbrella and the length of each walkway. She'd be the final arbiter of 'it

could be done' in the same way Christina was the mistress of 'it will be done.'

Christina hardly missed a beat.

"Faith, you and, she looked to Pandora.

"Pandora," the sophomore provided eagerly.

", Pandora go to the East door and get the plan

rolling. Heaven and Hope, take the West door. Zane, you, Chastity, and Iona are

going with me to the South."

In the back of my mind was the fact that I had to humble

Christina. Had she been overly arrogant, stupid, or indecisive, I might have

worried less, but I took comfort in the saying that a man is known by the

quality of his enemies. You couldn't get much higher quality than Christina.

I almost missed the "Hey Zane" the fifth and highly

captivatingly and exotic girl of Korean ancestry said to me as she headed off

with Heaven.

"That is Hope," Chastity explained, as we headed

the other way.

"She seems friendly enough. Does she like me?" I

said, fishing for information.

"If you mean does she want to punish you for

challenging Christina then the answer is yes. If you mean is she angling for a

way to relive everything you did with Barbie Lynn last night, then the answer

to that is yes as well," Chastity grinned. "If you are asking if she

is even more turned on by this latest little stunt of yours, then I think she

shares that reaction with the rest of Christina's merry little band."

"Amen," Iona mumbled.

"What was that?" I asked Iona.

"Nothing, Zane. I've run the figures and we are only

going to be able to cover one path out of each door," Iona responded by

redirecting the conversation.

"Chastity, call Hope and tell her she'll open a path to

Mesmer first, then Clegger. I'll call Faith," Christina directed. At this

point, as freshmen, Iona and I pretty much had zero pull so we served best by

staying out of the way. Once the orders began disseminating, I realized my part

in events was over so I stashed Iona's mildly protesting form behind Christina

and took my place in the freshman umbrella line; Iona was working her ass off

for me, the least I could do was keep her high and dry.

We were somewhat wet and late for class but the freshmen

class had done something as a group, giving us the vaguest sense of an

identity. While getting lunch, Iona stormed up to me and nearly wept over the

fact that I was getting almost no credit for the morning's event; it was all

going to Christina. I told her to not worry about it, I did it for my fellow

first years so what did I care.

I managed to get a quick lunch before applying a

shoulder/back massage to a sophomore who'd traded three hours using her car for

this, so I tried to make it worth her while. While slipping her out of her bra

at the table was tricky, holding a conversation with Ms. Goodswell while kneading

both my client's breasts until the girl was biting her fist, stifling her

moans, and squirming all over the chair in anticipation of what couldn't happen

next was the real accomplishment.

I was pretty sure I was golden until I stepped out of

Calculus for Dummies and received Ms. Goodswell's text telling me to come to

her office. I gave my Mistress of the Moment the option of coming with me or

figure out with Iona when we could meet again. It was a testament to my obscure

magnetism that she followed me so we passed the time with me reciting Thai love

poetry to her, some of which was actually safe to translate into English.

"Ms. Goodswell?" I said as I lightly tapped on her

door and stepped in. Sabrina, my Mistress, patiently waited outside. She had

told me that no guy had ever read poetry to her before, which I found utterly

tragic.

"Shut the door, Zane," Virginia ordered me in her

sugary Southern drawl.

"What am I going to do with you?" she sighed

heavily when the door shut. "All we wanted you to do is behave and keep

your head down. Stapling a permanent smile to your Dorm Mother's face and

organizing the freshmen into an independent action was not what we meant."

"To the first point, I have no excuse but she's still a

virgin, I swear. I won't apologize for the second thing. Besides, anyone you

ask will tell you it was Christina's idea," I countered.

"Zane, do I need to worry about you further deflowering

my girls?" Ms. Goodswell sounded exasperated.

"Yes," I truthfully responded. "I am

definitely temptation, but I promise you I won't try to seduce anyone, if that

helps?"

"It pleases the Lord for our young ladies to remain

pure," Virginia stated. "It is one of the cornerstone principles of

this school."

"If you say so," I sighed.

"You don't believe in the purity of the body and the

sanctity of the marriage bed?" she pressed.

"Ms. Goodswell, I'll vocalize the party line if that is

what makes you happy. If you honestly want me to believe, give me a reason that

goes beyond something some old, bitter, single, virgin guys said two thousand

years ago. Otherwise, bring back animal sacrifice and slavery because the

hypocrisy can be smothering," I informed her. I figured she was about to

blow up at me.

"Okay," Virginia breathed easily.

"Okay?" I wondered.

"You are easy on the eyes, Zane, and the girls like

you. Tell me, how many girls could you have made violate their Pledges?"

she drew me out.

"Four in the past twenty-four hours," I admitted.

"Yet you didn't. Why is that?" she kept coming.

"It is a big deal here and I wouldn't want to screw up

the way they think unless they are the ones wanting to change," I finally

articulated, which made Ms. Goodswell smile.

"You can go, Zane. I'll keep tabs on you so be

careful," she dismissed me and turned back to the work on her desk.

"That's it?" I inquired. My spiritual advisor

nodded without looking up, leaving me even more confused. I retreated in haste

and thanked the Almighty that I was about to be shooting guns at something.

Marksmanship Team tryouts reintroduced me to Team Captain

Hope Song. She totally ignored me through most of the process. I forgot the

safety, missed everything I shot at, and repeatedly let the recoil beat the

crap out of my shoulder, at which point I figured I'd put forward an honest

effort and blown it. I could live with that.

On the last round of the event I patiently waited my turn.

The girl closest to me (who was doing rather well) informed me that I was

getting better. I told her this was my first time shooting a gun and she

chuckled; she'd been hunting since she was nine. I knelt down for that final

shot when I felt a warm body envelop me from behind.

"Breathe easy," Hope whispered into my ear.

"Imagine you running your hands over Barbie Lynn's breasts, light touch,

that's good, take the time and be gentle the way she brags you can be, good,

now touch the nipple like you love it, feel the nipple get harder and longer,

yes, feel your heart beating louder, she kissed my earlobe ", feel that

nipple at the sweet spot, when you are ready for the orgasm, twist that

nipple, BAM!

Bull's eye! Hope remained intimately close.

"How was that for foreplay?" she whispered

seductively.

"Makes me want to get a bigger gun with a lot more

bullets," I replied. Hope scoffed lightly in my ear.

"From what I hear, you don't need a bigger gun. Stand

up; I have work to do," she informed me.

I stood up and surreptitiously looked around, only to find

that no one, no one at all, was looking at us. For some reason the dirt, trees,

and birds up in the sky had developed keen religious significance. I thought

they were being polite until I recalled one student telling another that Hope

regularly drilled kill shots at five hundred meters.

Hope went around to some of the other applicants, helping

them with their final shots, but not in the same way she helped me. At the end

of tryouts we had ten shooters and ten spotters, I was a spotter. Spotters do a

lot of things, mainly going over terrain and atmospheric conditions for their

paired shooter. We also carry most of the gear (everyone carries their own

rifle).

"Do you understand what is required of you, Zane?"

Hope made a point of asking me.

"One hundred years ago you were the Great White Hunter

(being Korean and all) and I was the bare-chested native guide giving advice

while carrying a townhouse worth of gear on my back," I joked.

"You forgot the loincloth, the native guide always has

a loincloth," Hope purred like a panther toying with her next meal.

"We already know you have a finely muscled body capable of great, effort;

now can I expect some of that effort here on the team this year?"

"Absolutely," I affirmed. "I'll do what you

tell me to do."

"That's good, because you are my partner this year.

Watch my ass, don't fuck up, and show initiative," she instructed me. In

my mind I had three contradictory orders; was I supposed to watch her ass, or

not fuck her, or was I supposed to come on to her? It was cold comfort that if

I did screw up somehow, she could put a bullet through my left eye from

anywhere on campus, killing me painlessly.

"You were on one of the opposite roofs last

night," I blurted out. Hope looked demurely to the ground but flashed me a

wink. "That is how you know what I look like naked."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," she

said putting away one of those telescopic sighting devices a spotter would use.

Nothing more was said on the subject.

The Riddle of Heaven

A feeling of accomplishment, nay, a feeling that I might

actually be fitting in, ran right into Heaven, Team Captain of the Orienteering

Squad. I wasn't afraid she would toss me off the team for merely existing.

Hell, I was afraid I'd automatically get on the team despite my lack of skill;

after all, how else could Heaven lure me out and murder me in the State Forest

bordering the campus if I wasn't on the team?

The first half of the entrance process found us in a

classroom doing math; figuring out angles and areas. We also had to study some

Solar and lunar charts so we could figure out the position of the Sun given the

day and time, as well as what phase the Moon was in and what it would be like

in, say, one hundred days. I rocked at that which gave me a leg up going into

round two.

I knew precisely what a map and compass were. I'd used a few

maps, and I'd never actually held a compass before but I'd seen all the Pirates

of the Caribbean movies so I knew how compasses worked; not! I wasn't alone in

this way of thinking. Several girls giggled over the fact. One laughingly

pulled up the app on her phone.

"That's great. Can I see it?" Heaven said,

deceptively cool. The idiot girl handed it over with a smile. Heaven grinned,

then hurled it against a large boulder close by, smashing it into a thousand

pieces. She went over to it and stomped on the remains for a few seconds while

the younger student gasped, then wept.

"Okay," Heaven said soothingly, "your phone

is now destroyed. How do you survive long enough to get back to

civilization?" We all developed a case of the 'smarts' and kept our mouths

shut.

"Really; no one?" Heaven taunted us.

"You go downhill," I spoke up. Heaven glared, not

at my answer but at the fact that I spoke at all.

"Why is that, Mr. Braxton?" she asked in a hostile

manner.

"Water...you go downhill to find a source of water.

Nothing else matters if you die of thirst," I explained.

"Would any one of you follow this idiot downhill?"

Heaven sneered.

One girl immediately raised her hand while the rest looked

around nervously. Right before Heaven spoke again, a second girl raised her

hand.

"Well," scoffed Heaven, "most of you will

probably die because, while being an utter failure at the rest of his life,

Zane guessed this one correctly."

"Your priorities are water, food, and shelter. Where

you find moving water, you will most likely find something to eat too. You will

also find small trees that are the easiest things to use for shelter. Unless

rescue or egress is expected quickly, you must find a means of survival."

Then as an afterthought she addressed me,

"Zane, you get a cookie," and she tossed me a

ginger cookie which I hesitantly bit in to. The class went on like this for ten

minutes before she teamed us up for a little treasure hunt in the woods. I was

teamed up with Heaven, making me wonder if they'd find my body after the deed

was done. A few false starts later I began to get a feel for this orienteering

stuff; if I headed one way and Heaven secretly smiled, I was going the wrong

direction, and if she scowled, I was going the right way.

We were the second team to complete the task on top of a

large rock outcropping some distance into the state park. Heaven dismissed the

others but put a hand on my chest when I made to leave. Once the sound of the

rest moving through the underbrush died down she turned to me, clearly pissed.

Her fist balled up and she shook slightly as if she was barely able to contain

the rage she directed my way.

I had three options: flee, confront, or submit. I sat down

on the floor of the forest and waited. I could tell my reduction in stature

confused her Why do you think most Buddhist monks prefer to conduct their

business while in the lotus position?

"Can you tell me why you hate me?" I inquired

softly.

Heaven stormed up to me and I was afraid she was going to

boot me down the cliff. I don't think either of us knew why she stopped just

short of me.

"You don't belong here," she choked out. "You

are perverse and filthy. You are going to ruin everything."

"I'm not your enemy, Heaven. I'm not going to take any

of your friends away from you. If I get in your way, let me know and I'll back

off. The one thing I can't do is leave," I explained. Heaven kicked me in

the thigh, then kicked me again, so I scrambled up and faced her. She wanted to

do this the hard way.

Heaven came up right as soon as my feet were planted on the

ground. I got in a block, another block, then I grabbed her wrist and put a leg

behind hers. She toppled backwards while I rolled us into a side impact which

allowed me to grab her other wrist as well. Heaven proved to be surprisingly

strong as she thrashed about but she couldn't stop me from getting on top of

her.

For a moment we lay still but I was getting aroused and

Heaven could sense it. I saw a look of near-terror come across her face before

she went berserk beneath me. I struggled to keep on top until she finally wore

herself down.

"Would you just fucking talk to me!" I yelled at

her. Heaven slowly ceased her efforts.

"Get off of me," she whispered intently. I rolled

us over so that she was on top and released her wrists. Heaven quickly brought

her knees up, straddling me with her palms on my chest. She was more than

halfway off of me when she stopped and seemed to see me for the first time. I

started pulling myself from under her when Heaven settled back down onto my

stomach.

"Hey, I'm sorry we fought, Hea;" I got out before

she French kissed me. Heaven's whole body pressed into me. I settled down and

began working my hands over her waist and hips. When I went for her ass, Heaven

arched her back pressing her tits against my chest so that she could grab my

hands in hers and pull them back to her waist.

"Hands above the hips," she panted lustfully to me

between kisses.

"Fine, but show me your tits," I said. Not wasting

a moment, Heaven scooted up so that she was sitting on my stomach once more and

together we pulled her shirt free and unbuttoned it. I slipped my hand up

around the bra and pushed it above her breasts before pressing her delicious

orbs down to me to suckle on.

It took me a few minutes to find out she had an arousal zone

on her lower back that tingled with electricity whenever I caressed it. I had

to coax Heaven into getting on all fours but when I pressed my lips there, her

stiffness evaporated and she was putty in my hands. I was kneeling beside her

with one hand stroking her far side while my closer hand alternated between

each breast.

When Heaven's breathing became more erratic and desperate

she bolted upright on her knees, slipping one leg backward between mine and

pressing her ass into my pelvis. I now cupped both tits, gently rubbing each

nipple as I began nibbling her shoulder. I was still getting into it when

Heaven suddenly spasms against me, then she repeats the process four more times

before she trembled uncontrollably in my embrace.

"Shush" I reassured her. "I've got you. You

are safe here with me."

"I; we; I; we need to be getting back," she

stammered. I got the feeling that she wanted to pretend this whole thing hadn't

happened. I rolled up, then Heaven fixed her bra while I handed Heaven's shirt

to her.

We exchanged no further words until we were almost back to

the campus wall when I turned to make sure she was okay. She was a little out

of it but that wasn't my problem; this other thing was.

"Heaven, hold on," I told her. She looked

contemplative and suspicious but did so.

"You are...mmm...jeesh, stay still; I'll take care of

this," I worked out.

"What?" she asked cautiously.

"You have cum dripping down your legs, Heaven," I

informed her. Heaven's eyes grew large and she took a half-step back but at the

same moment she realized with utterly hopelessness that she had virtually no

other choice.

"What are you going to do?" she whispered. I had

to think that one over for a second. I handed her my orienteering gear and took

off my shirt, which didn't make Heaven any more comfortable.

I knelt before her and used my shirt to wipe up the strands

of semen going down the inside of each thigh. It was soon evident to me that

she'd cum extensively and I had to work my way up under her skirt or more cum

would simply drip down. For reasons I still don't understand, Heaven ceased

resisting. Maybe she was tired of the whole charade.

The first pair of underwear came down, then the second, and

I cleaned them both with my now ruined shirt. I even went so far as to wipe her

ass-crack where some had been forced up. Once I was satisfied that Heaven's

underwear was as passable as I could manage, I 'fixed' her in place and dressed

her again without comment. The really sucky part was that I had to put my

sticky, cum-splattered shirt back on. There was no way I could explain going

bare-chested.

Neither one of us spoke as we walked back, put our stuff up,

and parted ways. It wasn't that I thought the matter would go away but I

realized that my most pressing concern was doing what my school required. I was

happy that I could sneak away before dinner and get a fresh shirt.

A Taste of Brandi

"What is my duty today, Brandi Sanders?" I started

to say with a warm smile on my face. Brandi turned out to be a girl with thin,

deep brown hair hanging loose, freckles, and a slender face. Her body was

lithe, nothing out of proportion, though it turned out her ass was a prize;

compact but with an enticing ability to project beyond the back and thighs.

"I need you to help change the lights in my room,"

she grinned. I had to reciprocate that look because I liked her creativity. I

made a move for her chair then stopped myself.

"That chair doesn't look safe," I mused. "I

imagine I'll have to lift you up to each bulb." I leaned right, then left,

taking in her gentle womanly curves which earned a salacious smile.

"I think it would be more efficient for me to lift you

by the front. Is that okay?" I asked softly, even somewhat hesitantly.

Brandi nodded eagerly so I placed me in front of her, bent way down until my

head was facing her covered belly button, and then I had snaked my arms around

the top of her thighs.

I made a half-attempt to lift her, then set her down.

"Huh?" she gasped, "What's wrong?"

"Brandi, some of your buttons are pressing into my

face. Can I move them aside?"

"Oh...okay," then, "if you have to,"

Brandi protested falsely.

I used some slow seduction in pulling her shirt out of her

skirt, doing my best to ignore our growing audience of young ladies. I opened

the lowest button to see the top of the skirt behind it, but the next one was

much more rewarding. Her soft stomach flesh felt warm beneath my lips and her

intake of breath was its own reward.

I didn't stop there, though. Buttons opened and kisses were

given until I reached the bra, then I licked my way down to her belly button,

which I sucked and licked for fifteen seconds. By this time, Brandi was

breathing deeply and pressing her stomach against my lips. I reached up to

massage her pert, firm ass with my hands while working on her belly button with

my tongue.

When I lifted her up by grabbing her thighs, she gasped

slightly. She hovered next to the ceiling light for several seconds before

realizing she didn't have a bulb.

"Zane..." she started to say, but I was already

starting to sweep her down into a horizontal position, stomach down, with her

hands in easy reach of the box of light bulbs.

"Wow, thanks, Zane," she giggled. She took one

bulb, despite there being four fixtures we need to change the bulbs in. I

didn't mind; after all, every time I swung her down, I flipped her skirt

artfully out of the way, and her panty-covered ass was laid out before me at

chest level. I missed the first opportunity but I kissed a cheek on the second

drop and took a nibble on the third and fourth drop, each time earning a low

moan.

During the periods when I was holding her upright, I took

sadistic pleasure in sucking on her stomach, giving her two hickies as proof of

our amorous encounter.

"Thank you, Glenda," she murmured into my chest as

I let her down that last time, using my 'enrolled' name.

"I hope I have pleased you but I sadly have to be

going," I sighed, "I have a foot massage upstairs with Easter

Valentine." Brandi looked at me petulantly, then pushed past me to the

door and Iona, who stood just outside in the hall.

"Iona, when is he free again?" she demanded to

know.

"Sorry, Brandi, I can only book him one week in

advance. I don't know what his study workload will be like or what things his

team captains will require," Iona grinned, somewhat emboldened with her

newfound power and popularity.

"Brandi," I said, because I must be the Devil,

"I couldn't help but notice how silky smooth and toned your legs are.

Maybe in a few days they might be a tiny bit less so. You could demand that I

shave your legs for you."

"Have you ever done this before?" she mused over

the implications.

"No, I haven't," I confessed, "but you could

teach me no matter how long that took." Brandi spun on Iona and grabbed

her by the shoulders.

"You have to let me know when a slot opens up!" was

Brandi's impassioned plea. Iona agreed nervously. When we finally got out of

Brandi's room and headed off to my next stop, Iona bumped into me.

"You are evil," she whispered like some secret

conspirator, "and I've never wanted to be a year older in all my

life." One year older, she could demand Handmaiden duties from me as well,

but then it would be far less likely that we would be united as we are now.

"Iona, you are proving to be a true friend," I

stated. "With you, it wouldn't be a duty." Iona stumbled because

clearly that idea hadn't occurred to her.

In Case it was Unclear

The only thing that surprised me when I came up to my room,

naked except for my gym shorts, fresh from my evening bathroom visit, was the

look of shame on Barbie Lynn's face when I saw the rest of them.

"Hello, Ladies. Before you lay into me, let me have a

moment with Barbie Lynn," I requested.

"Barbie Lynn is leaving now," Christina countered.

I shrugged and walked back downstairs.

"Come back here," Christina commanded me.

"Nope," I shot back as I reached for the door.

"Zane, where are you going?" Chastity inquired

politely.

"The Chancellor's house," I answered.

"Apparently I have some stuck up bitches in my room past curfew, plus

Barbie Lynn." I opened the door.

"Please come back and talk to us," Chastity

requested. I was a bit angry but Chastity made a habit of being nice to me so,

I went back upstairs.

"Barbie Lynn, why don't you have a quick chat with Zane

on your way out," Queen Christina allowed. Barbie shot Christina a worried

look, then shuffled over to where I was standing.

"Zane..." Barbie started to say but I put a finger

to her lips.

"It's all good. I was hoping that after this is

resolved you will want to come back tonight. Is that going to happen?" I

revealed my desire for her. Barbie hugged me tightly then kissed me on the

cheek before skipping down the stairs. I had the strange impression she thought

I might have been angry with her.

"We need to talk about what happened this

afternoon," Christina began once Barbie had shut the door downstairs.

"No, we don't," I responded, and headed for my

bed; since I don't yet have walls, it is tough calling it a room.

"I don't think you appreciate how important this issue

is to me," Christina stated heatedly.

"Actually, I don't care how important this is to you,

Christina. This is between Heaven and me," I retorted.

"You are going to satisfy my concerns or I will

guarantee that you will be gone by the end of the week," she snarled.

That was enough for me; I spun around and got right in her

face.

"Do you remember when I said you could apologize to Rio

or I'd make you do it and you would regret me having to force you?" I

snapped right back. Christina glared defiance at me. "Well, this has

nothing to do with that. I'll get you without fucking anyone else over and

because you would even think I'd do that to Heaven, I'm going to make sure you

cry too."

"What?" Christina, Chastity, and Heaven said all

at once.

"I'm going to nail Christina's ass to the wall, Heaven,

but I'm not going to abuse the trust you put in me. What kind of fucker do you

all think I am?" I asked bitterly.

"How can we trust you?" Christina demanded. I

rolled my eyes and walked over to Heaven, taking her by the hand which confused

the hell out of her.

"Heaven, come with me," I requested. I dragged her

toward my bed but she resisted.

"What are you doing?" she inquired desperately.

"Heaven, I'm a guy dragging a girl to my bedroom. If

your first guess is Parcheesi, there is something seriously wrong with

you."

"It is, you know, how can you, I can't," Heaven

evaded.

"Don't worry about someone spying on us; Hope is here

with us tonight," I grinned.

"Zane, this isn't a good idea," Heaven pleaded.

"Zane, let her go," Christina told me as she

stepped to Heaven's side, and by the body language I was clearly not getting in

the front door.

"Heaven, if I hurt you, what are the odds of my taking

an impromptu flying lesson through one of these panes of glass?" I joked

dryly. Chastity and Hope exchanged a look.

"I think we can make the fountain from the Southeast

corner," Hope assured us both.

"This is not a joking matter," Christina snapped

at the two of us. I'd rarely seen someone so ferociously defensive of a

non-relative.

"I wasn't joking," I said.

"I wasn't joking," Hope said at the same time.

Christina was about to drag Heaven out of the equation; time

for the Hail Mary.

"Heaven, do you want to have sex with me again?" I

hammered away.

"Again," gasped Faith, silent until now. "You

can't have sex with Heaven; she's,"

Now it was all but out in the open.

"Anyone who thinks that is fucking nuts," I

shouted as I grabbed Heaven's hand away from Christina and took her to my bed.

I swung Heaven onto the bed so fast she bounced. Before she

could organize herself, I was on top of her. I had one leg between hers but she

slammed them together so hard it hurt. I landed over her, our faces inches

apart. My eyes kept boring into her until her lips opened and a small moan

escaped. I knew I fell on her first but her hands were all over me so fast that

I could hardly be seen as molesting her.

Peripherally aware that we had an audience, Heaven and I

pressed, pulled, and aroused one another for several minutes. We had her top

and bra off and her legs pulled up so far, her knees were just below my

armpits.

"You go, girl," I heard Chastity playfully whisper

when Heaven rolled me over so that she was on top. She didn't break up her

actions but I could see Heaven smiling for the first time.

"I don't get it," Faith whispered to someone.

"Does this mean Heaven likes guys, and if she does, does that mean she's,

you know."

"Homosexual?" Hope clarified.

"Technically, that makes Heaven gay," Chastity

added.

"There is nothing wrong with Heaven," Christina

stated. "She is fine being who she is, unique and special." In the

arena, I was busy letting my hands slide down to the forbidden zone without any

resistance. I hooked her underwear and started working them up until,

"Ow!" Heaven gasped. Everyone looked at us.

"That wedgy hurts," she sobbed, as she ran a hand over her offended

rear end.

"If it really bothers you, take off your panties,"

I taunted Heaven. She looked angry but instead of acting out, she kissed me and

bit my lip until it was my turn to cry out in pain. As I rubbed my lip she

rolled to the side and quickly pulled down her underwear. Heaven remounted me

and for a moment she looked uncertain, so I grabbed her head in both hands and

pulled her into a lip-lock.

All she had on was her white socks and pleated skirt which

had ridden up around her waist. Heaven wedged a hand down to my cock and began

lightly stroking it with her fingertips. I reached down and cupped one ass

cheek before discovering her anus and playfully rubbing against it.

Heaven began loudly moaning and bucking against me.

"I think we can be pretty sure she likes guys,"

commented Hope.

"She hasn't sucked his cock yet," Faith countered,

but she might as well have raised a red flag in front of Heaven because in

seconds, Heaven had left my lips and was kissing down my throat to my chest.

Before I let her get out of reach, I took my free hand and

put it on Heaven's meat and started to stroke it next to mine. Heaven flinched,

then looked up at me with an unreadable expression. We began tandem stroking

our cocks, my knuckles brushing my cock and her hands brushing hers. Unable to

reach my lips, Heaven began kissing and biting my nipples.

"Ever done this before?" I gasped, indicating our

mutual masturbation. Heaven shook her head in the negative. I tried to taunt

her one step further. "Why don't we stop this and just cuddle?"

Heaven lurched forward and stopped stroking me long enough to slap me across

the face so hard I could taste blood; a reminder of Heaven's anger issues.

"You started this," she insisted, "so don't you

think you can get out of things now." She then resumed her actions as if

nothing happened.

"Shouldn't we do something to make sure she doesn't

break him?" Hope asked her female cohorts.

"I know CPR," Faith volunteered, and here I

thought she didn't like me. I was digesting that tidbit when Heaven slipped

below my reach leaving my hands free to play with her hair.

"Umm, Heaven purred as she took in the bulbous head of

my cock. There wasn't too much foreplay there, just a hungry need on Heaven's

side to take on my cock.

She was working over past issues and confronting some

internal barriers experience had scarred her with. Heaven was hesitant, sloppy,

and used too much teeth; for me it was not a mind rocking blowjob; the best I

could do was soldier through it and concentrate on encouraging her as much as

possible.

I was selling my enthusiasm hard and Heaven was certainly

getting into it, making wet slurping noises as she vigorously bobbed farther

and farther down my shaft. It took me a moment to register Christina sitting

beside us. She was smiling down at Heaven and running her hand through Heaven's

hair intertwining with mine.

"Use your tongue to manipulate his shaft," was one

of Christina's whispered suggestions and encouragements to Heaven. As I was enjoying

the new sensations, I also registered the fact that Christina seemed to know a

great deal about portions of the male anatomy the Purity Pledge put on the No

Fly list.

Christina began rubbing one hand over my chest which felt

real good, incredibly good, but there was something I had to do.

"I need to see Heaven," I told Christina. She

regarded me quizzically and Heaven all but stopped her activities as she

studied me. "You are all I need right now," I told Heaven.

In some cultures what happened next would be considered

cannibalism; Heaven did her damnedest to swallow my entire length in one push.

I have had girls with a lot more experience fail on the first try. On the

second attempt she didn't get as far but she was sucking with greater force.

"Oh, fuck!" I grunted. Heaven flashed me with a

devilish look in her eyes before pumping my shaft rapidly with one hand while

sucking in and out the head and first inch. Note to Self: if this whole

Christian Chick thing doesn't work out for Christina, bankroll her in creating

self-help sexual instruction videos.

"Close," I panted, "real close." If

Heaven had raised her head and jacked me off onto my stomach, I would have been

perfectly happy. Girls did that all the time; the taste of semen is not for

everyone. Heaven made her own decision and kept doing what she was doing. Ten

seconds later my hands tensed in her hair and I began shooting ribbons of my

seed into her mouth.

It took a few moments for Heaven to decide to swallow but

when she did she was grinning like the Cheshire cat up into Christina's eyes.

Both of them started crying and I hadn't a clue as to why. Sometimes another

person's baggage is not your business and this looked to be one of those times.

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If my life is a mirror, why does mine have to be one-way with me on the wrong

side.

Christina was waiting for me when I came out, minus her

servant (classes had just been let out so she hadn't snared one yet), but she'd

gained three sidekicks who looked upon me with varying degrees of amusement and

contempt. The shortest of them, a sexy brunette with a foxy-like face glared at

me with ill-disguised hate, over what I had no idea.

"Come on, Zane," Christina said as she handed me

her book bag, "time to face judgment."

"Face judgment?" I mused. "Are we really

going there? I made an honest mistake and besides, isn't forgiveness of sins

the prime Christian virtue?"

Angry Girl grabbed my arm and yanked but the sad facts of

physics and my contrariness kept her from moving me. The girl ground her teeth,

on the cusp of rage.

"Zane, come," dictated Christina calmly.

"Heaven, release him before he starts crying to the liberal media about

physical abuse." Heaven? Seriously, who names their daughter Heaven, I

thought, then I remembered where I'm standing. I meekly went to Christina's

side when Heaven released me, then we started making our way to the

Administration Building.

My phone went off and I checked the message and had to

snicker. It was Iona and apparently the girls are starting to use my time as some

sort of currency.

"What was that all about?" another sidekick asked.

This one was actually friendly. "I'm Chastity," she identified

herself.

"Hey, Chastity," I grinned back to her. "That

was an enterprising freshman who is keeping track of which lady has requested

my Handmaiden services, and now I'm apparently being swapped around."

"You are a whore," snarled Angry Chick Heaven.

"Listen," I shot back, "this is your crazy

tradition, not mine. I'm only doing what my upperclassmen are demanding of me.

I'm acting like any other incoming freshman. But I have to admit, I haven't

actually read the handbook yet."

"Let it be, Heaven," advised Christina. "This

will all be over in thirty minutes and he'll be gone."

On that note, I turned to the last unnamed senior. "So

what's your name, if you would be so kind as to tell me?"

"Faith," she replied cautiously. I kept grinning.

"I swear, if you ladies have a girl named Hope in your

close circle of friend we should form an all-girls 80s-style punk rock band.

I'll be the manager, constantly clashing with Christina over artistic

differences," I rambled on.

"You are kind of a nut," Chastity pointed out.

"I'm on the verge of the shortest college career in

history so I admit to being a bit nervous," I confessed, and surprise of

surprises, Chastity placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Somehow that made

Heaven angrier with me, which I didn't think was possible.

Before I could delve into the psychoses of Heaven, we

arrived at the Chancellor's office. I gave Christina her bag as the girls

abandoned me once the secretary ushered me in with a disdainful sniff of her

nose.

Inside were six women but I only recognized two: Chancellor

Doctor Melrose Bazz and Ms. Goodswell, who also happened to be my assigned

Spiritual Advisor.

"Come in and sit down, Mr. Braxton," commanded

Doctor Bazz. Since the only open chair was directly in front of her desk and

flanked by the other chairs (so I'd be doubly flanked), I took my seat.

"As you must now understand, there has been a horrible

error," the Chancellor continued. "To rectify this situation you will

withdraw from Freedom Fellowship University effective immediately. Your tuition

will, of course, be refunded." She slid some papers in front of me.

"I take it everyone knows who I am, ma'am, but who am I

in the room with?" I inquired.

"Sign the papers," insisted Doctor Bazz.

"Can I think about this?" I inquired.

"No," she answered.

"Are you sure?" I persisted.

"Yes," she snapped angrily.

"Okay, then, I'm not signing," I decided.

Everyone stirred restlessly.

"You don't have a choice," one of the unnamed

women in the room declared. "Security will hand you over to the Sheriff's

Department as we remove you if you don't leave sensibly."

"That sounds like a lawsuit," I noted.

"You are mistaken, Mr. Braxton," the Chancellor

glared. I noticed the unnamed woman farthest from me looked less than

convinced; that made her the college's lawyer.

"Chancellor, I have a deep respect for you and for the

school you so expertly shepherd. I'm not out to embarrass this

institution." I tried to relate to all of them.

"The problem for you is that at no time in the

registration process was I ever asked if I was male," I began my argument.

"I entered my first name in as Glenn; your computer system transcribed

that over to Glenda. At no time did I attempt to deceive the administration. I

also can call forth witnesses from my dorm floor that will testify that I

clearly didn't understand this was a woman's institution of higher

learning."

"You are being highly disruptive to the school and

you've already been in one fight in your first four hours of school,"

another unnamed member announced.

"Pardon me, but I don't know who you are," I asked

the woman.

"Dana Gorman, Head of Security and Dean of

Athletics," she snipped.

"Coach Dana, I was not aware that anyone was hurt and

since I wasn't supplied my Handbook until yesterday afternoon when I went to my

dorm room, I had no idea about the Handmaiden's Duty. I did find my roommate

pinned to the ground with three girls sitting on her while she screamed and

cried. I pushed/kicked them away and picked her up. I acted with charity and

compassion," I put my best spin on the case as possible.

"Doctor Josephine Sergeant, Dean of Sciences," the

other unnamed woman introduced herself. "I'm not sure how I can fit you

into my program, Mr. Braxton. The corpses Advanced Biology students work on are

all female."

"Doctor, I would imagine if I do become a doctor, I

will have to work on women from time to time," I countered.

"Mr. Braxton, nothing good can come of your

intransience. Sign the papers, take the fall off, and find another school more

fitting to your nature and gender," the Chancellor spoke.

"I'll fight," I replied.

We had a still moment, then Ms. Goodswell cleared her

throat.

"Zane, why do you want to stay?"

"Short answer: this school has nine hundred women and

one me; what's not to love? Long version: my inheritance is based on me being

eighteen and in a college of my Aunt's choosing. It is too late for me to get

into another program this year so if I don't fight, I go broke. I have nothing

to lose."

"Ms. Lane," the Chancellor addressed her lawyer,

"is there any reason we can't escort Mr. Braxton to the gates right

now?" The attractive young lawyer brushed a stray strand of her lovely

light brown hair before responding.

"There does seem to be a flaw in the administration

software. There is no sexual differentiation key. Medical files were submitted

as required and they clearly identify him as being male so there was no

indication of evasion on his part, we missed it. FFU can expel him if he

doesn't leave of his own accord but he definitely has a lawsuit against

us."

That gave people food for thought. It took Ms. Goodswell to

save the day and I didn't really expect that.

"Mr. Braxton, do you promise us to be an exemplary

student if we allow you to stay out the semester?"

"Of course," I promised.

"Well, we can't keep him where he is," insisted

Dana, shocked and angry.

"We can keep him in his residence hall but place him in

the Solarium. We can fix up something for him by tonight, and we have him

cleared to use the fifth floor showers as schedules allow," Ms. Goodswell

suggested.

"The place is a mess," Dana grumbled.

"I'll work to make it better as time allows," I

volunteered.

"Mr. Braxton, wait outside while we discuss this,"

commanded the Chancellor.

I took my cue and left quickly. Christina and clique were

sitting patiently waiting for me. She stood and made to leave.

"I was told to wait here," I informed her, which brought

the whole troop up short.

"What are we waiting for?" Christina inquired.

"Oh, I have them over a barrel so I insisted they

assign one of you to be my bed warmer for the rest of the week. They are

debating on which one of you gets the honor," I teased.

"You bastard," spat Heaven, getting in my face.

"You are a vomitus piece of filth!"

"Just for that, you are next," I grinned

devilishly at her.

"Huh?" she looked far angrier than uncertain,

"Next for what?"

"Oh, during the upcoming sex orgy I host, you are

'Next'. See," I sighed dramatically, "I'm not likely to remember your

name so when I call out 'Next,' I mean you."

I had a split second to decide whether I'd duck or not.

Training was screaming at me to half-step back while bringing up an arm to

block but, Pow! I staggered back to the wall and slumped halfway down to the

floor. Heaven kept coming and kicked me twice in the shin before Chastity and

Christina pulled her off me.

She was still sputtering and growling when the Chancellor's

door opened up and Ms. Gorman stepped out and closed it behind her.

"What is going on here?" she hissed.

"There was a misunderstanding," Christina

answered.

"Actually, Heaven punched me after I deflected one of

her insults," I countered. "Now I have to ponder civil litigation."

"What?" Christina asked cautiously. Heaven was

less diplomatic or restrained.

"You provoked me," she accused me.

"Do you know word one about my sexual habits? Could you

prove a believable threat to you or someone around you? Barring that, you just

committed assault," I informed Heaven.

"You are willing to gamble we would betray Heaven to

someone like you?" Faith threatened.

"No," Dana answered for me. "I have little

doubt that Mr. Braxton has noted that all classes and administration rooms have

cameras." She seemed bitter about her own security procedures. The rest of

the girl posse seemed equally unhappy except for,

"Come on," Chastity told me as she offered me a

hand up. I took it and quickly was upright once more so that we were chest to

chest.

"Please don't do this, Zane," she said evenly.

Heaven scoffed.

"Very well, Chastity, because it was you who requested

it, but I do ask for one thing in return," I told her.

"Of course he wants something," Heaven snarled

sarcastically.

"Actually, all I want is five minutes with

Heaven," I explained, and when Heaven rolled her eyes and Chastity looked

uncomfortable, I added, "no physical contact at all, only sitting down and

talking."

"She'll do it," Christina agreed.

"No!" balked Heaven.

"You'll do it or be expelled and face possible jail

time," Ms. Gorman stated.

"No," it was my turn to say. "I was joking; I

won't press charges against Heaven."

"She can still be expelled," Dana insisted.

"For what?" I asked. Dana looked at me cautiously.

"Hell, we were just fooling around; right ladies?" No one said

anything because to speak was to court the sin of falsehoods.

"Yes," said Christina, taking the plunge; the

others nodded.

Dana bored me into place with her gaze, weighing her

options.

"Keep it down out here," she snapped to the room,

"especially you young ladies. I expected better from you four." The

implication was that my cock exempted me from mature behavior.

"Thank you," Chastity told me.

"It took the grand total of one word, please," I

explained. "I know it must be hard to believe but I'm not a total

scumbag."

"Are you still going to make me pay for insulting

Rio?" Christina mocked.

"The week isn't over yet," I pointed out. The

resulting silence was interesting.

Five minutes later the door opened and the women filed past.

The second to last one out was the lawyer, Ms. Lane.

"Mr. Braxton, we will have to get together to discuss

some of your unique legal issues and liabilities next week," she informed

me.

"I await you at your leisure, Ms. Lane. Whatever you need,

I'll do my best to comply," I smiled.

"It will certainly be easier if you are

compliant," she smiled back before turning and heading into the hallway,

my eyes watching the line on her stockings going from where her skirt's hemline

revealed her shapely thighs down her muscular calves to her four-inch heels.

"Temptation comes in many forms," Ms. Goodswell

said, interrupting me from the distraction of Ms. Lane's luscious posterior, a

look that Ms. Lane caught as she smiled and turned out of sight.

"In my admittedly limited experience, temptation is a

result of dissatisfaction with one's circumstances, not a weakness of

character," I offered as an explanation.

"As your spiritual counselor, I feel it is my duty to

keep you on the straight and narrow," Ms. Goodswell sighed with faux

sufferance.

"I don't mean to make things hard for you, Ms.

Goodswell," I jibbed.

"Enough sexual innuendo for the moment, Zane; you've

been given an opportunity so don't blow it, don't disappoint me," Ms.

Goodswell warned me while stabbing me in the chest with a well-manicured cherry

gloss fingernail. I gave her a funny look.

"What is it, Mr. Braxton?" she asked.

"Oh, it is the fact that you are attempting the

impossible, restoring my faith in organized Christianity, I answered while

fishing for her name.

"Virginia," Ms. Goodswell filled in the void of my

unsubtle inquiry. "You are going to be trouble," she said, but her

smile belied any worry on her part.

"Well, I must get to lunch. I have a deserving Mistress

who demands that I spoon-feed her," I told her as I moved to Christina and

her cohorts.

"Your room, seven o'clock, Zane. We'll be moving you to

your new lodgings then," Virginia instructed. I nodded my acknowledgement

then headed off to my late lunch.

As we crossed campus, we remained relatively quiet until we

approached the Dining Hall.

"You remain intriguing, Mr. Braxton," Christina

allowed.

"I am equally drawn to you, you sanctimonious

twat," I bantered back, and the girl posse jerked in response.

"I hope they house you in a deep, dark hole,"

snapped Heaven.

"I hope they do too," I beamed at Heaven,

"and I hope you have the only key."

"Why is that?" asked Chastity.

"I'd let him starve to death," Heaven grinned

viciously. I kept my eyes on Heaven.

"Well, if Heaven had the key, she could come down and

torture me whenever she wanted," I explained, and when Heaven licked her

lips in anticipation, I added, "and she'd look so fetching in nothing but

thin strips of black leather, high heels, and a whip in her hand as she scourged

the sin out of me again and again, ." I licked my lips sensually at

Heaven, "and again."

Now all movement stopped; even the normally homicidal Heaven

was caught up in the imagery (which she liked) and the other girls were wrapping

their minds around the implications of either me on my knees, Heaven in

leather, or us together.

"You have a very sinful mind," accused Faith.

"I have never denied that," I responded. "I'm

a flawed creature in need of redemption, I admit that. Thankfully, I've chosen

a religion based on forgiveness and second chances, then, eh?"

Any further comments were interrupted by a girl running into

me, more like almost running over me.

"Zane! They didn't transubstantiate you into communion

wafers," Rio squealed, showing more womanly affection than I would have

given her credit for.

Rio didn't do a great job of being 'surprised' when she

noticed the girls around me. Heaven glared at Rio and I tried to shift myself

between them but Christina intervened before anything happened.

"Felon, I am in need of a stool to sit on; I'm

tired," Christina said. As she used the word 'felon,' she smirked at me.

Rio flinched too.

"Wouldn't you rather have me lie on my back so you can

sit on my face so I can get you off? That way we could both eat lunch,"

Rio sneered back. Christina didn't bite.

"Make a seat, little felon," Christina smiled. I

had a sudden desire to miss lunch.

"I've got this, Zane," Rio told me as she touched

my upper arm and pushed me toward the door.

As I grudgingly walked away, I saw Rio get down on all fours

on the grass and Christina take her seat. The best thing I could say about the

situation was that Queen Christina didn't bounce up and down.

Before I could come up with some rescue strategy, Iona

corralled me and led me to the Handmaiden Mistress of the moment; Dove.

Dove's food had grown cold and Iona had kept assuring her I

was on my way so I set to my latest exercise in humility. Dove expected me to

sit with her. I brushed her shoulder-length auburn hair aside and fed her

mouthful after mouthful, using a napkin to tantalize her lips after every few

bites, which Dove found enticing and the surrounding tables found romantic. I

was getting the feeling that the girls were looking at this whole Handmaiden thing

differently than I was.

At three o'clock I made it to Soccer tryouts, forgetting one

little gigantic complication, this was Christina's team. She and the coach

decided that since they couldn't outright deny me the chance for a place on the

team, they could make me target practice (aka goalie). I blocked eleven shots

from established members of the team (they have Soccer/Football in Thailand)

but number twelve got past me, I was off the team.

At four came Archery tryouts and I was starting to feel the

weight of being the true outsider here, and it got worse when I saw our Team

Captain was Chastity Adams, aka Chastity of Team Christina. I turned to put my

equipment up when Chastity called me over.

"What are you doing, Zane?"

"I've just finished having Christina use me as a crash

test dummy," I admitted. "I figured I'd save us both some time so

that you could concentrate your efforts on people who might actually have a

chance to be on the team."

"Zane, why don't you think I'd give you a chance?"

Chastity asked quietly.

"Will you give me a chance?" I wondered.

"Not if you quit right now," she pointed out.

So, I gave it a shot and I leaned that I sucked at archery,

but clearly not as bad as most of the other girls so Chastity tapped me as a

competitive alternate, which meant I was to carry equipment and practice a lot,

the newbie.

"Why did you do this, let me on the team?" I

inquired after the team announcements.

"You aren't half bad," she explained, then smiled

and pointed out, "plus you will distract the other all-female teams."

"Thanks for the chance, Chastity," I said as I

shook her hand.

"You are good-looking and funny, Zane, and the other

girls will work harder so they can stick around you," she responded while

looking at me intently. "Now go, you have another team to try out

for." Sometimes I needed to be reminded that there are things a

twenty-one-year-old could teach an eighteen-year-old.

I barely made it to Karate tryouts (Marksmanship and

Orientation were on Tuesdays and Thursdays). I didn't recognize our Team Leader

but our coach was Dana Gorman, Head of Security. She eyed me with suspicion but

it was nothing compared to the looks I got from the Team Sub-captain. I thought

I recognized the face but I definitely recognized her ass and the hair weave,

I'd put a foot in it when I kicked her off Rio, yeah me!

I told them I knew some kick-boxing but Dana was not

impressed so I was placed with the beginners group, which I proceeded to

dominate utterly. Ten minutes of that and the Team Captain Wilhelmina Spellman

put me in the second tier, where I went undefeated in our little sparing

matches yet again.

Willie wanted to put me on the first team but the girl whose

ass I'd kicked vocally opposed her on it. Willie relented but only partially.

After class, the sub-captain would judge my performance and get the final say

if I was first-team material. I figured if I ripped out her still-beating heart

and showed it to her, I had a fifty-fifty chance of making the squad.

We squared off after the last girl left, the sub-Captain

didn't want any witnesses. She was more skilled and had more emotional

investment but I'd actually been in some real fights and was faster and

stronger. As far as matches went, it was pretty intense. We went back and forth

with no real advantage until she threw me by grabbing and tearing off my ghee.

Before she could capitalize I got in a kick to her gut and

when she unfolded, I head-butted her, causing her nose to bleed. I pulled up

and she rubbed her nose and looked at the blood.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry. Let me go get someone," I

urged.

"You hurt me," she muttered. "Lord Jesus

Christ, you hurt me," she said angrily as I stepped forward. I was so

overwhelmed with human compassion I didn't see the kick coming.

I was dreaming of running errands to a close village which

was something I got away with from time to time. It was a pleasant day if a

little cold for daytime in the Thai uplands. The young widow I spent some time

with was attending me and I was clearly lying back and enjoying some of our

intimate foreplay. Her mouth felt warm and comforting on my little helmet, her

tongue didn't twirl like it normally did, but I wasn't in Thailand anymore

either.

My jaw hurt but that was far less relevant than the pressure

of the body I was feeling on my thighs, the warm, wet sensation around my cock,

and the feel of hands on my shaft and stomach. I propped myself up and looked

down at my crotch were our sub-captain looked up at me while keeping her

bobbing rhythm going.

"Stop," I ordered her. She reluctantly agreed, her

eyes warring with anger, shame, and lust. I imagine she was wondering about

what kind of academic hell I was about to bring down on her or if she could get

away with crying rape as she pushed herself back and rested on her haunches.

"Take off your clothes," I ordered next. That

command staggered her but my gaze fixed her in place.

"What are you going to do to me?" she said with a

shaky voice.

"I'm going to reciprocate what you've been doing to me.

You gave me a great lesson and I want to return the favor, now strip." She

thought about it a moment, then did a quick striptease which brought me to my

knees.

"What's your name?" I inquired as she finished.

"Cappadocia Davis," she murmured as she met me at

knee level. I started kissing her, drifting into chest contact and letting our

hands roam free for several minutes. Cappy had a very passive-aggressive style

and often mirrored what I did, all the signals of a confident virgin.

Getting us down head to crotch took little effort as Cappy

went back to administering her blowjob and I started working over her own

sexual center. She only asked me to hurry once when I was spending time getting

to know her thighs with delicate kisses. Though it was a bit rough, Cappadocia

worked me furiously with strong hands, plump lips, and a fighter's stamina. On

my end, I did all I could. I mapped out the pleasure lines along her thighs,

across the groin, and farther along the stomach and sides, passing the breasts

to the throat, ears and lips. Cappadocia expected a quick fuck and an equally

quick departure. As it was, we missed dinner and I would almost be late for my

room meeting.

Before then, I explored Cappy fully. I kissed every ebony

inch of her, from kneecap to navel; I took gentle tongue strokes to her lips,

cunt, and especially the clit while not forgetting a little tantalization of

her ass which drove her over the top to an orgasm by itself. Cappy was good

enough to take my seed not once, but twice, though the first time she took most

of it on her face.

I sat there with two fingers stretching her lips apart while

my tongue languidly worked on her labia and clitoris. I tickled the clit,

sucking it with my lips, then blowing on it coolly. She learned how to swirl

with her tongue once my cock was inside her mouth for a stronger sensation.

Cappadocia liked a contest and we had the best of kinds; neither side won and a

rematch was in order, definitely.

"Cappadocia," I began as I was getting my outdoor

clothes on, "I don't think I'm ready for first team yet."

"Neither do I," she responded after a few moments

of thought.

"I'd like to keep training for it, though. I'm not

going to give up trying, no matter how many private sessions it takes."

"I have to agree, Zane. You are not yet ready and it is

going to take a whole lot of private lessons to get you into 'first team'

shape," she nodded. I left with a sore jaw but thinking good thoughts. I'd

made two teams and had a shot at two others, as long as no one shot me or sent

me to get lost in the wilds with a false map.

The Solarium

Why am I Living in a Glass House?

I raced across campus to my dorm only to discover a sad

looking girl in a short terry cloth robe sitting on the outside steps with a

half-full trash bag. She perked up when she saw me.

"Zane," she hailed me, "I want you to take

out my trash." Okay, that seemed kind of lame to me because the dumpster

was thirty feet away so I had to think quickly.

"Umm," I looked her over.

"Jolene," she provided.

"Jolene, this doesn't seem quite fair," I pointed

out, and I watched her deflate before me. "See," I said as I took her

bag of trash and headed for the dumpster, her tagging along, "maybe I

should come by your place tonight around nine thirty and clean up your room for

you. Does that sound like a more appropriate Handmaiden's duty?" The

little lights went off in her eyes.

"Yes," she bobbed her head. "Yes, it sounds,

amazing." Without telling me her room number, she skipped off through the

doors and went off to do God knows what. I went looking for Iona who, as I

guessed, hooked me up with the girl's location. Gliding into my room after that

was less satisfying.

"You are late, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Goodswell

informed me.

"Handmaiden's Duty," I countered.

"We've moved all your furniture to the Solarium on the

top floor," Dana rumbled. Solarium, top floor. Wasn't I on the top floor

already? What was I getting into? That wasn't the most important thing at the

moment, though.

Rio sat on her bed, knees up, hugging a pillow and looking decidedly

unhappy at the world. I turned to the two teachers and asked them for a minute

with my old roomie. Dana grumbled but Virginia made her give us the space.

"What's up, Rio?" I asked as I sat down at the

foot of the bed. I knew what was wrong; I was abandoning her and I was not the

first guy to do so. The only problem was, I wasn't those other guys.

"Nothing's up, asshole," she shot back. "I'm

looking forward to not having you snore all night long. Plus, I'll be able to

shower whenever I want," she sniffled.

"Oh, well, dealing with you has been a total pain in my

ass too, Rio. It will be a relief to not have to wake up looking at you, your

tattoos and all those body piercings," I stated evenly.

"Hey, I don't have any piercings anymore," she

pouted, hurt by the comment and its accuracy.

"Well, I don't believe you, Rio. Sometime you will have

to come up to the Solarium and show me just how wrong I am. I'll leave out a

sleeping bag in case your city-bred ass gets lost and you can't figure out how

to get back down after dark," I joked.

"Zane, if they find you sleeping with a girl, you'll

get expelled," Rio whispered.

"Thank God you are not a girl, then, ya freak," I

grinned so she hit me with her pillow. Rio was sneering at me playfully as I

left; we were still friends.

Outside my room, I'd picked up an old friend, Barbie Lynn

Masters, and with Virginia, Dana, and Iona, we trekked to the fifth floor, then

up to the roof.

Now, when they were designing this kind of dorm in the

nineteen seventies, the architect was on a 'Retro Victorian' kick. He

envisioned a safe green haven for the girls to go to where they would be free

to partake of nature's bounty without risking pesky urban menaces like rapists,

thieves, and murderers.

The Christian Elders liked the design so much, they

transplanted it to the Virginia countryside. Of course, there aren't a lot of

muggers in rural areas so the roof escapes weren't totally necessary or welcome

by the student body and when the school built its twelve-foot-tall brick wall

with security cameras around the entire facility, the need evaporated. Soon,

all the Solariums were abandoned, the plants died, and not all the window panes

were replaced.

It was a pretty freaking miserable place at first glance and

there was some suspicion that this was an indirect way to drive me out. But

they clearly had avoided the Developing World and my long experience in it when

thinking this through. I loved it. I had roughly eighty percent of the dorm

building's floor space to play with. It would be a lot of work to fix it but I

had been accidentally supplied with a ready and willing work force.

Thank you, freshmen and Handmaiden's Duty, because amongst

its other virtues, the Solarium was my room, and a freshman in a dorm room was

immune to being summoned for Handmaiden Duty while in any such room unless

required by a duty to go there. All I had to do was have Iona get the word out

to our fellow freshman that my room was sanctuary and I was set.

All that was tomorrow; tonight, I had a cold room with squirrels,

maybe a raccoon or two, birds, spiders, roaches, and an assortment of other

pests, plus my bed, dresser, and a wardrobe from the drama department. I had

also secured the choice time of five forty-five to six as my bathroom time in

the morning, and ten to ten-fifteen in the evening. How I would actually piss

during the day was swept under the rug. Ms. Goodswell suggested I get a hall

pass during class periods for safety's sake. College, hall pass, Did they think

I should make up for missing high school?

It was lights out in my domicile. The moon was waning and

the sky was clear when I heard someone working the lock to my door at the

bottom of the stairs. Five people had keys: I was one, Dana Gorman was another,

Virginia Goodswell, and Chancellor Bazz were two others, but none of them, I

suspected. I spotted the faint moonlight playing across golden locks as my

intruder drew close.

"Hey," Barbie Lynn whispered as she came to a stop

by my bed. "I thought you might get cold so I brought you a quilt from storage."

"You are a life-saver, Barbie; I'm freezing in here.

Why don't you put the quilt over me and climb in so it will warm up here faster

and we can both get to sleep sooner," I responded softly. It was a weak

lie but it was really all Barbie needed; it was late summer in Virginia, after

all.

She spread out the quilt and started to get in.

"Wait, you'll get your skirt wrinkled," I

cautioned her before she sat down. She nodded and stripped out of it, then

completed the process by stripping off her shirt, (no bra), socks, and shoes.

As she snuggled up against me, she realized I was naked.

"Oh, that doesn't seem fair," Barbie giggled, so

she wiggled around under the covers and tossed out her undies. "That's

better." I pulled her into my arms and I caught her stealing glances up at

me as she pressed her hands against my chest.

"We have all night," I assured her, and that

earned me a kiss. "Oh, and I have your missing panties in my book bag,

courtesy of Rio."

I returned her kiss and soon we were wrapped around one

another, engrossed in one another's erogenous zones (ear lobes, nipples, lips,

and throats) as well as tempting fate with a little penal vaginal contact.

After she wrestled me against the headboard and took my

member deep into her mouth we had a little session of 'try doing this and watch

him squirm' until I finally lost control and erupted several times into her

mouth.

"Umm, Barbie Lynn murmured as she rolled some semen

over her tongue, eyes lighting up as I smiled at her talent. "Jesus bless

me, you taste nearly as good as you look. I want more!"

"Next time we can swap cum," I suggested to her.

Barbie wrinkled her nose.

"Doesn't that make you a homo?" she questioned. I

forgave her ignorance due to cuteness.

"You've tasted your juices on my lips but you are not a

lesbian," I pointed out. After a moment she nodded so I continued with,

"all I want to do is taste it on your tongue, not someone else's on my

tongue." Telling her I'd given more than one blowjob didn't appear to be

helpful at this time; I'm decidedly not heterosexual.

"Oh, you're pretty smart for someone so young,"

she smiled seductively. I cupped her face in one hand.

"I may be young and smart, but you are far more

beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, than me and one heck of a teacher because

you keep me wanting to learn more," I heartily complimented her.

I must have struck a chord because Barbie Lynn glowed from

the inside out and virtually poured like tanned molten gold into my lap.

"Fuck me," she begged with sensual need.

"What about your Pledge?" I questioned.

"Fuck my ass," she moaned, "it's not really

cheating." Yeah, right.

"Okay, Barbie Lynn, but teaching you to like it isn't

easy. I'm going to have to break you in all night long," I warned her, but

all I got was a violent trembling of anticipation which caused her to make my

lap damp and my cock rebound to duty.

We kissed deeply and with longing for over a minute, Barbie

rocking in my lap, her labia brushing my cockhead.

"Is it going to hurt?" she panted into my lips.

"Yes. The first time you are going to scream, but I

promise you I'll show you how good it can be," I assured her. She gulped

in fear but smiled with wanton lust in her eyes.

I played with her cunt and my cock, doing tiny penetrations

until Barbie lost it in a screaming, ear-splitting orgasm, "God loves me,

God loves me, God Loves ME!!!!" She followed that up by collapsing against

me and burying my face in her ample bosom. I couldn't help myself; I took an

overly sensitive nipple into my lips.

"Oh, oh, oh, baby, that hurts; that hur, she whispered

hoarsely until I relented. That didn't stop her from hugging me tightly to her

chest though.

"Barbie Lynn, go over to my kit and get the

Vaseline," I ordered her after a bit.

"Why do I have to do it?" she teased me.

"I love to watch your ass wiggle when you leave and the

way your bare breasts bounce when you come back," I confessed. Once more

she came on with this deep kiss and a winning smile, then she did as I asked

and the view was definitely as delicious as I'd hoped.

She quickly resumed her position over me, shimmying to the

point I was afraid I'd actually press my cock too far into her cunt.

Barbie was biting her lip while we played with her virginal

fire; I knew I had to do something and that was to pop the top of the lubricant

and rub two fingers deep into her back door.

"Here we go," I cautioned her, "I'll be slow

and gentle. We are taking our time so don't worry about tensing up, I'll

deal." She gave me a nod, then went back to tempting fate.

I was finding more and more to lust over with Barbie. When

my right index finger brushed her pink star, she didn't flinch one bit. She

kept her rotation going and I slipped in a finger without much protest or

resistance. I let this finger slip in and out for a minute, sinking in deeper

every few thrusts. To distract her, I moved my left hand between us and slipped

two fingers into her cunt.

That, along with the touch of my cock, got her off. Barbie

bounced harder so I was forced to put a third finger in the way of my cock penetrating

her, plus I pressed the knuckle of my thumb against her clit. For a second

Barbie Lynn seemed at a loss of what to do, but one look at my parted lips,

panting from the excitement, convinced her to feed one magnificent nipple into

my mouth while she played with the other one before my eyes.

She teased me so I stuck a second finger up her ass. Barbie

bucked and moaned but if she was in any pain, she hid it well.

"Do you want to know something?" she struggled to

say, hovering over me. I nodded. "It took a grand total of seven minutes

for the last two boys I was with to cum all over my tits. I don't know how long

we've been going at it but Lord Almighty, I'm so happy I was given this dorm.

This is going to be the best year ever."

"I'm working on it," I gasped as I twitched and

pushed my fingers around. "I'm glad you are my Dorm Mother."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, the other girls are so jealous that I

have you," she panted. "They wanted to know what it would take to

steal you away."

"I hope you understand that I want to stay here with

you," I groaned.

Barbie Lynn stopped moving for a moment, accepting me and my

honest desire.

"Put it in," she begged.

"It will hurt," I assured her.

"I don't care," she looked at me hungrily. I

pulled my hand out of her cunt and rolled her to my side while still keeping my

other fingers pumping in her ass.

Maneuvering around so that I had her head on my pillow and

ass sticking up took some thought. I pushed a third finger in quickly. Barbie

gasped audibly, pulled away instinctively, then caught herself and pushed back

against my hand. She whimpered and choked back a sob. I withdrew my fingers and

covered my cock with some hastily scooped glob of Vaseline.

Barbie looked back to me in quivering anticipation. Before

she spoke I lined my cock up with her anus and started pushing. Barbie Lynn

shut her eyes, bit her lower lip and smiled lustfully.

"Oh!" she groaned, as I slipped past her anal

ring. I knew enough to hesitate before the next push, then the next.

"Please," she whimpered. I stopped moving.

"Please give me all of it," she completed. "Don't hold

back." I pushed harder not waiting for her to adjust.

"Ah!" she cried out. I stopped and she responded

with a, "No, no, no, Zane, please don't stop."

"I don't want to hurt you," I groaned.

"It hurts a lot but I like that you are the one doing

it to me. Please, I want you inside of me, all the way in," she whimpered.

I pushed all the way in steadily until my crotch pushed her scrumptious ass

cheeks apart. As I rested for a moment, I felt Barbie Lynn's fingers reach

between her legs and start to massage my balls.

I pulled back while she moaned loudly, her cries echoing

throughout the massive glass covered chamber. Despite the low lamplight around

my bed, I realized now that we could be seen from the solariums on the roofs of

the other dorms. There wasn't much I could, or would, do about that now.

I started a slowly intensifying pace in and out of Barbie's

ass and she met me with the thrust of her hips and a sensual moaning from her

throat. I could tell she was pushing one set of fingers into her snatch while

the other worked over her clit. Once we were in total symmetry I slapped her

playfully on one ass cheek.

"Oh, God, Zane, do it again. I've been bad," was

Barbie's lusty declaration. I smacked down across the other cheek.

"Harder, Zane, I've been really bad." Another spank and, "I've

been much worse than that," she panted. SMACK! and a yelp. "That's

it!" she gasped. I kept up the spanking and each blow made her anal

muscles contract, virtually grabbing and twisting my cock inside her.

"Ah, Jesus Loves Me!!!!" Barbie Lynn squealed as

her strongest orgasm to date overwhelmed her and then me. I'd never felt that

kind of empathy with another lover like I was feeling with this blonde

enchantress. Barbie bucked up against me, slamming her ass against my crotch

with painful ferocity as my seed plunged into the depths of her bowels.

Barbie Lynn, now virtually sitting in my lap, crested orgasm

after orgasm as the heat of each burst of my semen burned new pathways of

ecstasy inside her rectum.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she stammered as her fluids

flowed down our legs in a slow steady stream. "Please, Zane , "

"Yes?" I panted.

"Promise me, promise me we'll do this again," she

gasped as she now pressed her sweat-slick back against my upper body.

"Again," I thrust into her, "and again, and

again," I promised. Barbie Lynn put one hand around to the back of my neck

and the other, leaning forward.

She drew me into her and we slowly arched forward until the

weight of our bodies tumbled us to the bed. Barbie's outstretched arm touched

the mattress first and absorbed most of our momentum. Still, I ended up

pressing on her and I soon propped myself up so my weight wouldn't suffocate

her.

As I stationed myself there, panting along with her from our

mutual exhaustion, Barbie rolled over so that we were once more face to face.

She had this beatific happiness about her that I doubt I'll ever forget.

"I, I was afraid I'd regret this, and you," she

grinned lazily.

"Do you?" I questioned.

"Yes. I regret I didn't take you back to my room and do

this yesterday. I regret that we have to go to early classes tomorrow. I regret

having to share you with nine hundred other women. And I regret you weren't

here with me two years ago," she murmured heartily.

"I'm going to sit here and bask in my over-stuffed

sense of accomplishment," I faux-gloated. "You do a guy's ego

good."

"Speaking of over-stuffed, can I please, please have

one more, please?" she begged playfully.

"You are my Dorm Mother and I really should try to keep

you happy, so, I related with feigned reluctance.

"That's right," she giggled, "you really need

to keep me happy. Please show me how you plan to do that."

After another serious exploration of our sexuality, Barbie

Lynn curled up against my chest, making this deep cat-like rumbling noise.

"Do you always talk to Christina over breakfast?"

I inquired.

"Yes, I always do. If she asks about you, I, I'm going

to tell her the truth," she answered. I didn't ask what that would be so

she did. "Aren't you worried about what I will say?"

"No. I trust you, Barbie. You'll tell her what you need

to tell her; truth, lie, or evasion, it is all your business, not mine," I

explained.

"Well, I'm going to tell her in every minute detail

what you did with, to, and for me tonight, and I promise you she's going to

race back and change her panties," she sighed happily.

From a morning shower to a Heavenly night.

Sharing Umbrellas

Tuesday: My schedule which the Chancellor had been set in

stone, had me in sole custody of the fifth-floor bathroom from five forty-five

until six, so I was grateful that only six girls were waiting for me when I

arrived. At some level I was sure they expected me to say something and I was

pretty sure they hadn't really articulated what they wanted. I said nothing and

edged past them.

The bravest one, Opal, followed quickly after me, though I

had that special moment of taking off my robe in front of her as I readied for

my shower. Somehow the blood of Homer's Amazons had entered this school's

student body because Opal met my bluff with her buff (body) and crawled under

her own water stream once the water was steamy.

As I started washing my hair, I caught sight of another girl

moving in on my far side. I did my best to remain nonchalant and managed to get

my hair clean before they made their move.

"Zane," Opal asked innocently, "would you

wash my back?" I smiled, nodded, and took the bottle of liquid soap from

her hands.

I poured some into my palms before placing the bottle on the

closest shelf. I started rubbing it onto her shoulders and down her back. The

placement of our bodies was complicated by my emergent erection. I worked my

way down her back until I touched, then parted and cupped, her ass. I pressed

my body against her back with my cock taking a few moments decide on whether it

would go up, in, or in between. Finally it slipped up until my cock rested

warmly on her back.

Opal was totally overtaken by events and simply stood there

as I slowly rubbed my body up and down against her back. She looked over her

shoulder speculatively as I reached past her for more liquid soap and poured

some into my hand. Bottle put aside, I shared the soap with the off-hand before

starting to rub down the front of her shoulders.

"Put your hands behind your back," I whispered

into Opal's ear. She was initially hesitant, then started putting them behind

her back where she brushed against my cock, and again before she wrapped her

hands around it and began slowly stroking it with a soapy grip. While she was

working on my morning wood I made slow circles down to her breasts.

Her nipples came alive under my fingertips. I first coaxed

them, then plucked them, and finally pinched them tightly as I handled the rest

of her breasts roughly. Opal began panting, moaning, and undulating her whole

body against mine. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her on the crux of her

jaw and neck.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Opal began to gasp. I felt her body start

to tremble under my touch so I hunted for that most sensitive place with my

tongue and bit into that spot on her neck sharply. Opal slammed hard into me,

bouncing up and down on her toes like some sudsy, hot vibrator against my cock,

if only I had the time.

"Ah, she sobbed in joy. Even after the orgasm settled,

Opal kept gyrating against me.

"This wasn't what I had in mind," Opal moaned.

Whoops!

"My apology," I told her, and started separating

from her, but she held firm.

"Oh, no, you don't. Maybe you misunderstood me. This

was more, much more than I expected. I'm glad you are superior to your hype.

Can we do this tomorrow morning?"

"Hmm, how about we see what comes up then?" I

evaded. As I backed away, the girl on the other side held out her soap bottle expectantly.

"Sorry, but I need to get out of here before girls, other girls show

up," I explained to her.

"Brigit; my name is Brigit," she filled me in.

"Can we do, that, tomorrow?" By 'that,' I assume she meant my version

of the soapy body rub.

"Okay," I said, "how about calling Iona and

figuring out how you ladies want to handle my shower visits, though I would

like to point out the Administration believes I'm in here alone."

"Do you want us to stay away?" Opal asked

cautiously.

"Opal, Brigit, I would rather go through life minus one

testicle than miss spending time with any of you ladies but I don't want anyone

unwittingly getting into trouble because of me," I answered.

"Since you need to be going," Opal teased,

"let me help."

"I'll help too," Brigit insisted.

I'm going to be a while deciding exactly how I rate being

shaved by one girl while getting a blowjob from another at the same time.

My facial expression caused Rio to laugh at me as I came

back down to answer the door. It was around six thirty and I had only recently

gotten back and put my school uniform on.

"Either you've been hit by the world's softest two by

four or you've already had sex at least once this morning," she chuckled.

"Hey, Rio, Iona, come on in. It isn't like I could stop

you," I joked.

"So, did you take her temperature, kick up her heels,

or give her an attitude adjustment?" Rio teased as we headed up. Iona

looked confused and expected me to be either equally confused or give her an

explanation. I was confused, which made Rio laugh louder.

"Taking her temperature equals blowjob; kicking up the

heels is straight-up fucking, and attitude adjustment is anal sex, jeesh,

people," Rio berated us. Once we came to my island of civilization in the

wilderness of the Solarium, Iona looked around curiously; this may have been

the first men's bedroom she'd ever seen. Rio walked over to my bed, was about

to plop down in it, then studied it for a second and gawked at me.

"Damn, Zane, what happened last night? How many girls

did you have up here?" she grinned maniacally. I sighed and rolled my

eyes.

"One," I admitted. "How did you know?"

"Peach lip gloss and teeth marks on the pillow, several

sets, so, You Go Boy!" she explained.

"Plus, your bed smells of Vaseline, baby oil, sweat, Secret

deodorant, and a good deal of fuck juice, the female variety. Then there is the

matter of, she drew forth a long blonde hair, "you not being

blonde."

"This was not on the list!" squawked Iona.

"Lip gloss, teeth marks?"

"That means he fucked her ass long and hard,

Iona," Rio explained to her far less experienced classmate, "and she

came back for more, and more."

Iona stole a look my way, hoping I'd deny everything, but I

made eye contact with her and nodded. She looked disappointed in me, which

oddly made me feel bad inside.

"Snap out of it, Iona," Rio snorted. Iona still

looked hurt. "What is more likely, Zane went trolling the lower levels for

a girl to sex up, or a girl snuck up here and jumped him in his bed?"

"Oh," Iona gasped, now more pleased. Apparently,

me being nearly raped in my own bed was okay with her. From my point of view, I

can try to understand women or I can appreciate them for what they willingly

offer me. If a woman wants me to treat her like a Sphinx, I'll leap at the

challenge. One day I'm sure I'll find a woman not worth this kind of effort but

I'm not there yet.

I had finished getting dressed and was making toward the

stairs when the door at the bottom opened and Barbie Lynn came bounding up. She

took in my two companions without missing her stride before bouncing up to me.

"Hey, Zane," she purred. "I wanted to make

sure you hadn't overslept."

"Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but I slept great

last night. Waking up feeling that good is always a pleasure. How did you

sleep?" I responded.

"I tossed and turned," she pouted. "I was

missing something I couldn't put my hands on. If I can't figure out what that

is I'll be up pacing the halls well past midnight tonight."

Rio stepped behind Barbie and made a gagging motion.

"So, Barbie Lynn," Rio requested, "do you

have any lip gloss I could use?" Barbie turned around and pulled a

micro-jar that she handed to Rio.

"Umm, peach flavored," Rio revealed vindictively.

At some point I am sure Rio will show restraint; my challenge now is living long

enough to see it.

Rio spanked Barbie Lynn hard on the ass and the Dorm Mother

yelped in surprise and pain.

"Ow," gasped Barbie Lynn, glaring at Rio. I moved

an arm around Barbie and pulled her close, a gesture she comfortably molded

into.

"I'm sorry," Rio snickered, "but you have

such a wonderful posterior BLT, I know it is a sin if no one appreciates

it."

"BLT?" I cautioned Rio, and by that I intoned that

the next spanking was likely going to be administered to her by me.

"Barbie Lynn Tease," Rio grinned, daring me to

step up. As I handed my book bag to Iona, Rio squealed in delight and raced

down the stairs. I was right behind her and I would have undoubtedly caught and

punished her on the fifth floor if not for one thing.

"Zane, I'm here for your breakfast duty," a

sophomore I was to learn was named Emanuela commanded, Handmaiden's Duty.

Technically she should wait until I was outside, but, eh. They nailed Rio

seconds before she could turn and gloat at me.

"Front or back?" I politely requested of Emanuela,

who was thankfully on my schedule.

"Front or back?" she wondered.

"Do you want me to carry you like this?" I asked,

as I swept her up in my arms. She was light enough, including book bag, for me

to make it to the Dining Hall without too much effort.

"What is back?" she gasped.

"Piggyback," I explained.

"Oh. I like this way much better," she informed

me. I started making my way through the crowd when I caught sight of Barbie

Lynn and Iona coming down the stairs. Seeing my situation, Barbie put an arm around

Iona and whispered something to her. Iona was already carrying my books and I

had the feeling that Barbie knew I liked Iona so she was going to look after

the small freshman for me.

Breakfast came and went and I found myself cornered and

'forced' to escort another girl to Assembly. She asked me if I'd prefer being

covered with whipped cream or honey. I reminded her that whipped cream was cold

but honey left a sticky residue, I suggested trying icing. At Assembly, the

heavens broke and a hard rain set in as we got ready to disperse.

The problem came when it was realized that many girls hadn't

packed an umbrella. The answer for most was to take an umbrella from a

freshman, which I found unsatisfactory. I had a sudden burst of insight as the

first freshmen girls paled at the thought of being soaked through to the bone.

I grabbed Iona and then made a beeline for Christina.

None of what followed would have been possible without the

understanding of a girl I didn't know, Pandora Jaspers. Her plan was for me to

take my umbrella and cover us both as we went to class, but when I told her 'I

have a plan,' she nodded and went along for the ride. Certainly we were a

strange group that approached Christina Buchanan.

"Yes?" questioned Christina with her bemused expression

as I came to a halt before her and her court. Chastity smiled, Heaven seethed,

Faith looked uncertain, and the fifth girl was a cipher.

"I think I can do something about this rain," I

said urgently. Christina didn't laugh but I had a feeling Pandora wanted to

strangle me.

"Go on," Christina commanded.

"We make a covered walkway of umbrellas, held by

freshmen, to protect everyone going to the various halls," I explained.

Iona didn't need to be prodded, working on phone to figure out the diameter of

each umbrella and the length of each walkway. She'd be the final arbiter of 'it

could be done' in the same way Christina was the mistress of 'it will be done.'

Christina hardly missed a beat.

"Faith, you and, she looked to Pandora.

"Pandora," the sophomore provided eagerly.

", Pandora go to the East door and get the plan

rolling. Heaven and Hope, take the West door. Zane, you, Chastity, and Iona are

going with me to the South."

In the back of my mind was the fact that I had to humble

Christina. Had she been overly arrogant, stupid, or indecisive, I might have

worried less, but I took comfort in the saying that a man is known by the

quality of his enemies. You couldn't get much higher quality than Christina.

I almost missed the "Hey Zane" the fifth and highly

captivatingly and exotic girl of Korean ancestry said to me as she headed off

with Heaven.

"That is Hope," Chastity explained, as we headed

the other way.

"She seems friendly enough. Does she like me?" I

said, fishing for information.

"If you mean does she want to punish you for

challenging Christina then the answer is yes. If you mean is she angling for a

way to relive everything you did with Barbie Lynn last night, then the answer

to that is yes as well," Chastity grinned. "If you are asking if she

is even more turned on by this latest little stunt of yours, then I think she

shares that reaction with the rest of Christina's merry little band."

"Amen," Iona mumbled.

"What was that?" I asked Iona.

"Nothing, Zane. I've run the figures and we are only

going to be able to cover one path out of each door," Iona responded by

redirecting the conversation.

"Chastity, call Hope and tell her she'll open a path to

Mesmer first, then Clegger. I'll call Faith," Christina directed. At this

point, as freshmen, Iona and I pretty much had zero pull so we served best by

staying out of the way. Once the orders began disseminating, I realized my part

in events was over so I stashed Iona's mildly protesting form behind Christina

and took my place in the freshman umbrella line; Iona was working her ass off

for me, the least I could do was keep her high and dry.

We were somewhat wet and late for class but the freshmen

class had done something as a group, giving us the vaguest sense of an

identity. While getting lunch, Iona stormed up to me and nearly wept over the

fact that I was getting almost no credit for the morning's event; it was all

going to Christina. I told her to not worry about it, I did it for my fellow

first years so what did I care.

I managed to get a quick lunch before applying a

shoulder/back massage to a sophomore who'd traded three hours using her car for

this, so I tried to make it worth her while. While slipping her out of her bra

at the table was tricky, holding a conversation with Ms. Goodswell while kneading

both my client's breasts until the girl was biting her fist, stifling her

moans, and squirming all over the chair in anticipation of what couldn't happen

next was the real accomplishment.

I was pretty sure I was golden until I stepped out of

Calculus for Dummies and received Ms. Goodswell's text telling me to come to

her office. I gave my Mistress of the Moment the option of coming with me or

figure out with Iona when we could meet again. It was a testament to my obscure

magnetism that she followed me so we passed the time with me reciting Thai love

poetry to her, some of which was actually safe to translate into English.

"Ms. Goodswell?" I said as I lightly tapped on her

door and stepped in. Sabrina, my Mistress, patiently waited outside. She had

told me that no guy had ever read poetry to her before, which I found utterly

tragic.

"Shut the door, Zane," Virginia ordered me in her

sugary Southern drawl.

"What am I going to do with you?" she sighed

heavily when the door shut. "All we wanted you to do is behave and keep

your head down. Stapling a permanent smile to your Dorm Mother's face and

organizing the freshmen into an independent action was not what we meant."

"To the first point, I have no excuse but she's still a

virgin, I swear. I won't apologize for the second thing. Besides, anyone you

ask will tell you it was Christina's idea," I countered.

"Zane, do I need to worry about you further deflowering

my girls?" Ms. Goodswell sounded exasperated.

"Yes," I truthfully responded. "I am

definitely temptation, but I promise you I won't try to seduce anyone, if that

helps?"

"It pleases the Lord for our young ladies to remain

pure," Virginia stated. "It is one of the cornerstone principles of

this school."

"If you say so," I sighed.

"You don't believe in the purity of the body and the

sanctity of the marriage bed?" she pressed.

"Ms. Goodswell, I'll vocalize the party line if that is

what makes you happy. If you honestly want me to believe, give me a reason that

goes beyond something some old, bitter, single, virgin guys said two thousand

years ago. Otherwise, bring back animal sacrifice and slavery because the

hypocrisy can be smothering," I informed her. I figured she was about to

blow up at me.

"Okay," Virginia breathed easily.

"Okay?" I wondered.

"You are easy on the eyes, Zane, and the girls like

you. Tell me, how many girls could you have made violate their Pledges?"

she drew me out.

"Four in the past twenty-four hours," I admitted.

"Yet you didn't. Why is that?" she kept coming.

"It is a big deal here and I wouldn't want to screw up

the way they think unless they are the ones wanting to change," I finally

articulated, which made Ms. Goodswell smile.

"You can go, Zane. I'll keep tabs on you so be

careful," she dismissed me and turned back to the work on her desk.

"That's it?" I inquired. My spiritual advisor

nodded without looking up, leaving me even more confused. I retreated in haste

and thanked the Almighty that I was about to be shooting guns at something.

Marksmanship Team tryouts reintroduced me to Team Captain

Hope Song. She totally ignored me through most of the process. I forgot the

safety, missed everything I shot at, and repeatedly let the recoil beat the

crap out of my shoulder, at which point I figured I'd put forward an honest

effort and blown it. I could live with that.

On the last round of the event I patiently waited my turn.

The girl closest to me (who was doing rather well) informed me that I was

getting better. I told her this was my first time shooting a gun and she

chuckled; she'd been hunting since she was nine. I knelt down for that final

shot when I felt a warm body envelop me from behind.

"Breathe easy," Hope whispered into my ear.

"Imagine you running your hands over Barbie Lynn's breasts, light touch,

that's good, take the time and be gentle the way she brags you can be, good,

now touch the nipple like you love it, feel the nipple get harder and longer,

yes, feel your heart beating louder, she kissed my earlobe ", feel that

nipple at the sweet spot, when you are ready for the orgasm, twist that

nipple, BAM!

Bull's eye! Hope remained intimately close.

"How was that for foreplay?" she whispered

seductively.

"Makes me want to get a bigger gun with a lot more

bullets," I replied. Hope scoffed lightly in my ear.

"From what I hear, you don't need a bigger gun. Stand

up; I have work to do," she informed me.

I stood up and surreptitiously looked around, only to find

that no one, no one at all, was looking at us. For some reason the dirt, trees,

and birds up in the sky had developed keen religious significance. I thought

they were being polite until I recalled one student telling another that Hope

regularly drilled kill shots at five hundred meters.

Hope went around to some of the other applicants, helping

them with their final shots, but not in the same way she helped me. At the end

of tryouts we had ten shooters and ten spotters, I was a spotter. Spotters do a

lot of things, mainly going over terrain and atmospheric conditions for their

paired shooter. We also carry most of the gear (everyone carries their own

rifle).

"Do you understand what is required of you, Zane?"

Hope made a point of asking me.

"One hundred years ago you were the Great White Hunter

(being Korean and all) and I was the bare-chested native guide giving advice

while carrying a townhouse worth of gear on my back," I joked.

"You forgot the loincloth, the native guide always has

a loincloth," Hope purred like a panther toying with her next meal.

"We already know you have a finely muscled body capable of great, effort;

now can I expect some of that effort here on the team this year?"

"Absolutely," I affirmed. "I'll do what you

tell me to do."

"That's good, because you are my partner this year.

Watch my ass, don't fuck up, and show initiative," she instructed me. In

my mind I had three contradictory orders; was I supposed to watch her ass, or

not fuck her, or was I supposed to come on to her? It was cold comfort that if

I did screw up somehow, she could put a bullet through my left eye from

anywhere on campus, killing me painlessly.

"You were on one of the opposite roofs last

night," I blurted out. Hope looked demurely to the ground but flashed me a

wink. "That is how you know what I look like naked."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," she

said putting away one of those telescopic sighting devices a spotter would use.

Nothing more was said on the subject.

The Riddle of Heaven

A feeling of accomplishment, nay, a feeling that I might

actually be fitting in, ran right into Heaven, Team Captain of the Orienteering

Squad. I wasn't afraid she would toss me off the team for merely existing.

Hell, I was afraid I'd automatically get on the team despite my lack of skill;

after all, how else could Heaven lure me out and murder me in the State Forest

bordering the campus if I wasn't on the team?

The first half of the entrance process found us in a

classroom doing math; figuring out angles and areas. We also had to study some

Solar and lunar charts so we could figure out the position of the Sun given the

day and time, as well as what phase the Moon was in and what it would be like

in, say, one hundred days. I rocked at that which gave me a leg up going into

round two.

I knew precisely what a map and compass were. I'd used a few

maps, and I'd never actually held a compass before but I'd seen all the Pirates

of the Caribbean movies so I knew how compasses worked; not! I wasn't alone in

this way of thinking. Several girls giggled over the fact. One laughingly

pulled up the app on her phone.

"That's great. Can I see it?" Heaven said,

deceptively cool. The idiot girl handed it over with a smile. Heaven grinned,

then hurled it against a large boulder close by, smashing it into a thousand

pieces. She went over to it and stomped on the remains for a few seconds while

the younger student gasped, then wept.

"Okay," Heaven said soothingly, "your phone

is now destroyed. How do you survive long enough to get back to

civilization?" We all developed a case of the 'smarts' and kept our mouths

shut.

"Really; no one?" Heaven taunted us.

"You go downhill," I spoke up. Heaven glared, not

at my answer but at the fact that I spoke at all.

"Why is that, Mr. Braxton?" she asked in a hostile

manner.

"Water...you go downhill to find a source of water.

Nothing else matters if you die of thirst," I explained.

"Would any one of you follow this idiot downhill?"

Heaven sneered.

One girl immediately raised her hand while the rest looked

around nervously. Right before Heaven spoke again, a second girl raised her

hand.

"Well," scoffed Heaven, "most of you will

probably die because, while being an utter failure at the rest of his life,

Zane guessed this one correctly."

"Your priorities are water, food, and shelter. Where

you find moving water, you will most likely find something to eat too. You will

also find small trees that are the easiest things to use for shelter. Unless

rescue or egress is expected quickly, you must find a means of survival."

Then as an afterthought she addressed me,

"Zane, you get a cookie," and she tossed me a

ginger cookie which I hesitantly bit in to. The class went on like this for ten

minutes before she teamed us up for a little treasure hunt in the woods. I was

teamed up with Heaven, making me wonder if they'd find my body after the deed

was done. A few false starts later I began to get a feel for this orienteering

stuff; if I headed one way and Heaven secretly smiled, I was going the wrong

direction, and if she scowled, I was going the right way.

We were the second team to complete the task on top of a

large rock outcropping some distance into the state park. Heaven dismissed the

others but put a hand on my chest when I made to leave. Once the sound of the

rest moving through the underbrush died down she turned to me, clearly pissed.

Her fist balled up and she shook slightly as if she was barely able to contain

the rage she directed my way.

I had three options: flee, confront, or submit. I sat down

on the floor of the forest and waited. I could tell my reduction in stature

confused her Why do you think most Buddhist monks prefer to conduct their

business while in the lotus position?

"Can you tell me why you hate me?" I inquired

softly.

Heaven stormed up to me and I was afraid she was going to

boot me down the cliff. I don't think either of us knew why she stopped just

short of me.

"You don't belong here," she choked out. "You

are perverse and filthy. You are going to ruin everything."

"I'm not your enemy, Heaven. I'm not going to take any

of your friends away from you. If I get in your way, let me know and I'll back

off. The one thing I can't do is leave," I explained. Heaven kicked me in

the thigh, then kicked me again, so I scrambled up and faced her. She wanted to

do this the hard way.

Heaven came up right as soon as my feet were planted on the

ground. I got in a block, another block, then I grabbed her wrist and put a leg

behind hers. She toppled backwards while I rolled us into a side impact which

allowed me to grab her other wrist as well. Heaven proved to be surprisingly

strong as she thrashed about but she couldn't stop me from getting on top of

her.

For a moment we lay still but I was getting aroused and

Heaven could sense it. I saw a look of near-terror come across her face before

she went berserk beneath me. I struggled to keep on top until she finally wore

herself down.

"Would you just fucking talk to me!" I yelled at

her. Heaven slowly ceased her efforts.

"Get off of me," she whispered intently. I rolled

us over so that she was on top and released her wrists. Heaven quickly brought

her knees up, straddling me with her palms on my chest. She was more than

halfway off of me when she stopped and seemed to see me for the first time. I

started pulling myself from under her when Heaven settled back down onto my

stomach.

"Hey, I'm sorry we fought, Hea;" I got out before

she French kissed me. Heaven's whole body pressed into me. I settled down and

began working my hands over her waist and hips. When I went for her ass, Heaven

arched her back pressing her tits against my chest so that she could grab my

hands in hers and pull them back to her waist.

"Hands above the hips," she panted lustfully to me

between kisses.

"Fine, but show me your tits," I said. Not wasting

a moment, Heaven scooted up so that she was sitting on my stomach once more and

together we pulled her shirt free and unbuttoned it. I slipped my hand up

around the bra and pushed it above her breasts before pressing her delicious

orbs down to me to suckle on.

It took me a few minutes to find out she had an arousal zone

on her lower back that tingled with electricity whenever I caressed it. I had

to coax Heaven into getting on all fours but when I pressed my lips there, her

stiffness evaporated and she was putty in my hands. I was kneeling beside her

with one hand stroking her far side while my closer hand alternated between

each breast.

When Heaven's breathing became more erratic and desperate

she bolted upright on her knees, slipping one leg backward between mine and

pressing her ass into my pelvis. I now cupped both tits, gently rubbing each

nipple as I began nibbling her shoulder. I was still getting into it when

Heaven suddenly spasms against me, then she repeats the process four more times

before she trembled uncontrollably in my embrace.

"Shush" I reassured her. "I've got you. You

are safe here with me."

"I; we; I; we need to be getting back," she

stammered. I got the feeling that she wanted to pretend this whole thing hadn't

happened. I rolled up, then Heaven fixed her bra while I handed Heaven's shirt

to her.

We exchanged no further words until we were almost back to

the campus wall when I turned to make sure she was okay. She was a little out

of it but that wasn't my problem; this other thing was.

"Heaven, hold on," I told her. She looked

contemplative and suspicious but did so.

"You are...mmm...jeesh, stay still; I'll take care of

this," I worked out.

"What?" she asked cautiously.

"You have cum dripping down your legs, Heaven," I

informed her. Heaven's eyes grew large and she took a half-step back but at the

same moment she realized with utterly hopelessness that she had virtually no

other choice.

"What are you going to do?" she whispered. I had

to think that one over for a second. I handed her my orienteering gear and took

off my shirt, which didn't make Heaven any more comfortable.

I knelt before her and used my shirt to wipe up the strands

of semen going down the inside of each thigh. It was soon evident to me that

she'd cum extensively and I had to work my way up under her skirt or more cum

would simply drip down. For reasons I still don't understand, Heaven ceased

resisting. Maybe she was tired of the whole charade.

The first pair of underwear came down, then the second, and

I cleaned them both with my now ruined shirt. I even went so far as to wipe her

ass-crack where some had been forced up. Once I was satisfied that Heaven's

underwear was as passable as I could manage, I 'fixed' her in place and dressed

her again without comment. The really sucky part was that I had to put my

sticky, cum-splattered shirt back on. There was no way I could explain going

bare-chested.

Neither one of us spoke as we walked back, put our stuff up,

and parted ways. It wasn't that I thought the matter would go away but I

realized that my most pressing concern was doing what my school required. I was

happy that I could sneak away before dinner and get a fresh shirt.

A Taste of Brandi

"What is my duty today, Brandi Sanders?" I started

to say with a warm smile on my face. Brandi turned out to be a girl with thin,

deep brown hair hanging loose, freckles, and a slender face. Her body was

lithe, nothing out of proportion, though it turned out her ass was a prize;

compact but with an enticing ability to project beyond the back and thighs.

"I need you to help change the lights in my room,"

she grinned. I had to reciprocate that look because I liked her creativity. I

made a move for her chair then stopped myself.

"That chair doesn't look safe," I mused. "I

imagine I'll have to lift you up to each bulb." I leaned right, then left,

taking in her gentle womanly curves which earned a salacious smile.

"I think it would be more efficient for me to lift you

by the front. Is that okay?" I asked softly, even somewhat hesitantly.

Brandi nodded eagerly so I placed me in front of her, bent way down until my

head was facing her covered belly button, and then I had snaked my arms around

the top of her thighs.

I made a half-attempt to lift her, then set her down.

"Huh?" she gasped, "What's wrong?"

"Brandi, some of your buttons are pressing into my

face. Can I move them aside?"

"Oh...okay," then, "if you have to,"

Brandi protested falsely.

I used some slow seduction in pulling her shirt out of her

skirt, doing my best to ignore our growing audience of young ladies. I opened

the lowest button to see the top of the skirt behind it, but the next one was

much more rewarding. Her soft stomach flesh felt warm beneath my lips and her

intake of breath was its own reward.

I didn't stop there, though. Buttons opened and kisses were

given until I reached the bra, then I licked my way down to her belly button,

which I sucked and licked for fifteen seconds. By this time, Brandi was

breathing deeply and pressing her stomach against my lips. I reached up to

massage her pert, firm ass with my hands while working on her belly button with

my tongue.

When I lifted her up by grabbing her thighs, she gasped

slightly. She hovered next to the ceiling light for several seconds before

realizing she didn't have a bulb.

"Zane..." she started to say, but I was already

starting to sweep her down into a horizontal position, stomach down, with her

hands in easy reach of the box of light bulbs.

"Wow, thanks, Zane," she giggled. She took one

bulb, despite there being four fixtures we need to change the bulbs in. I

didn't mind; after all, every time I swung her down, I flipped her skirt

artfully out of the way, and her panty-covered ass was laid out before me at

chest level. I missed the first opportunity but I kissed a cheek on the second

drop and took a nibble on the third and fourth drop, each time earning a low

moan.

During the periods when I was holding her upright, I took

sadistic pleasure in sucking on her stomach, giving her two hickies as proof of

our amorous encounter.

"Thank you, Glenda," she murmured into my chest as

I let her down that last time, using my 'enrolled' name.

"I hope I have pleased you but I sadly have to be

going," I sighed, "I have a foot massage upstairs with Easter

Valentine." Brandi looked at me petulantly, then pushed past me to the

door and Iona, who stood just outside in the hall.

"Iona, when is he free again?" she demanded to

know.

"Sorry, Brandi, I can only book him one week in

advance. I don't know what his study workload will be like or what things his

team captains will require," Iona grinned, somewhat emboldened with her

newfound power and popularity.

"Brandi," I said, because I must be the Devil,

"I couldn't help but notice how silky smooth and toned your legs are.

Maybe in a few days they might be a tiny bit less so. You could demand that I

shave your legs for you."

"Have you ever done this before?" she mused over

the implications.

"No, I haven't," I confessed, "but you could

teach me no matter how long that took." Brandi spun on Iona and grabbed

her by the shoulders.

"You have to let me know when a slot opens up!" was

Brandi's impassioned plea. Iona agreed nervously. When we finally got out of

Brandi's room and headed off to my next stop, Iona bumped into me.

"You are evil," she whispered like some secret

conspirator, "and I've never wanted to be a year older in all my

life." One year older, she could demand Handmaiden duties from me as well,

but then it would be far less likely that we would be united as we are now.

"Iona, you are proving to be a true friend," I

stated. "With you, it wouldn't be a duty." Iona stumbled because

clearly that idea hadn't occurred to her.

In Case it was Unclear

The only thing that surprised me when I came up to my room,

naked except for my gym shorts, fresh from my evening bathroom visit, was the

look of shame on Barbie Lynn's face when I saw the rest of them.

"Hello, Ladies. Before you lay into me, let me have a

moment with Barbie Lynn," I requested.

"Barbie Lynn is leaving now," Christina countered.

I shrugged and walked back downstairs.

"Come back here," Christina commanded me.

"Nope," I shot back as I reached for the door.

"Zane, where are you going?" Chastity inquired

politely.

"The Chancellor's house," I answered.

"Apparently I have some stuck up bitches in my room past curfew, plus

Barbie Lynn." I opened the door.

"Please come back and talk to us," Chastity

requested. I was a bit angry but Chastity made a habit of being nice to me so,

I went back upstairs.

"Barbie Lynn, why don't you have a quick chat with Zane

on your way out," Queen Christina allowed. Barbie shot Christina a worried

look, then shuffled over to where I was standing.

"Zane..." Barbie started to say but I put a finger

to her lips.

"It's all good. I was hoping that after this is

resolved you will want to come back tonight. Is that going to happen?" I

revealed my desire for her. Barbie hugged me tightly then kissed me on the

cheek before skipping down the stairs. I had the strange impression she thought

I might have been angry with her.

"We need to talk about what happened this

afternoon," Christina began once Barbie had shut the door downstairs.

"No, we don't," I responded, and headed for my

bed; since I don't yet have walls, it is tough calling it a room.

"I don't think you appreciate how important this issue

is to me," Christina stated heatedly.

"Actually, I don't care how important this is to you,

Christina. This is between Heaven and me," I retorted.

"You are going to satisfy my concerns or I will

guarantee that you will be gone by the end of the week," she snarled.

That was enough for me; I spun around and got right in her

face.

"Do you remember when I said you could apologize to Rio

or I'd make you do it and you would regret me having to force you?" I

snapped right back. Christina glared defiance at me. "Well, this has

nothing to do with that. I'll get you without fucking anyone else over and

because you would even think I'd do that to Heaven, I'm going to make sure you

cry too."

"What?" Christina, Chastity, and Heaven said all

at once.

"I'm going to nail Christina's ass to the wall, Heaven,

but I'm not going to abuse the trust you put in me. What kind of fucker do you

all think I am?" I asked bitterly.

"How can we trust you?" Christina demanded. I

rolled my eyes and walked over to Heaven, taking her by the hand which confused

the hell out of her.

"Heaven, come with me," I requested. I dragged her

toward my bed but she resisted.

"What are you doing?" she inquired desperately.

"Heaven, I'm a guy dragging a girl to my bedroom. If

your first guess is Parcheesi, there is something seriously wrong with

you."

"It is, you know, how can you, I can't," Heaven

evaded.

"Don't worry about someone spying on us; Hope is here

with us tonight," I grinned.

"Zane, this isn't a good idea," Heaven pleaded.

"Zane, let her go," Christina told me as she

stepped to Heaven's side, and by the body language I was clearly not getting in

the front door.

"Heaven, if I hurt you, what are the odds of my taking

an impromptu flying lesson through one of these panes of glass?" I joked

dryly. Chastity and Hope exchanged a look.

"I think we can make the fountain from the Southeast

corner," Hope assured us both.

"This is not a joking matter," Christina snapped

at the two of us. I'd rarely seen someone so ferociously defensive of a

non-relative.

"I wasn't joking," I said.

"I wasn't joking," Hope said at the same time.

Christina was about to drag Heaven out of the equation; time

for the Hail Mary.

"Heaven, do you want to have sex with me again?" I

hammered away.

"Again," gasped Faith, silent until now. "You

can't have sex with Heaven; she's,"

Now it was all but out in the open.

"Anyone who thinks that is fucking nuts," I

shouted as I grabbed Heaven's hand away from Christina and took her to my bed.

I swung Heaven onto the bed so fast she bounced. Before she

could organize herself, I was on top of her. I had one leg between hers but she

slammed them together so hard it hurt. I landed over her, our faces inches

apart. My eyes kept boring into her until her lips opened and a small moan

escaped. I knew I fell on her first but her hands were all over me so fast that

I could hardly be seen as molesting her.

Peripherally aware that we had an audience, Heaven and I

pressed, pulled, and aroused one another for several minutes. We had her top

and bra off and her legs pulled up so far, her knees were just below my

armpits.

"You go, girl," I heard Chastity playfully whisper

when Heaven rolled me over so that she was on top. She didn't break up her

actions but I could see Heaven smiling for the first time.

"I don't get it," Faith whispered to someone.

"Does this mean Heaven likes guys, and if she does, does that mean she's,

you know."

"Homosexual?" Hope clarified.

"Technically, that makes Heaven gay," Chastity

added.

"There is nothing wrong with Heaven," Christina

stated. "She is fine being who she is, unique and special." In the

arena, I was busy letting my hands slide down to the forbidden zone without any

resistance. I hooked her underwear and started working them up until,

"Ow!" Heaven gasped. Everyone looked at us.

"That wedgy hurts," she sobbed, as she ran a hand over her offended

rear end.

"If it really bothers you, take off your panties,"

I taunted Heaven. She looked angry but instead of acting out, she kissed me and

bit my lip until it was my turn to cry out in pain. As I rubbed my lip she

rolled to the side and quickly pulled down her underwear. Heaven remounted me

and for a moment she looked uncertain, so I grabbed her head in both hands and

pulled her into a lip-lock.

All she had on was her white socks and pleated skirt which

had ridden up around her waist. Heaven wedged a hand down to my cock and began

lightly stroking it with her fingertips. I reached down and cupped one ass

cheek before discovering her anus and playfully rubbing against it.

Heaven began loudly moaning and bucking against me.

"I think we can be pretty sure she likes guys,"

commented Hope.

"She hasn't sucked his cock yet," Faith countered,

but she might as well have raised a red flag in front of Heaven because in

seconds, Heaven had left my lips and was kissing down my throat to my chest.

Before I let her get out of reach, I took my free hand and

put it on Heaven's meat and started to stroke it next to mine. Heaven flinched,

then looked up at me with an unreadable expression. We began tandem stroking

our cocks, my knuckles brushing my cock and her hands brushing hers. Unable to

reach my lips, Heaven began kissing and biting my nipples.

"Ever done this before?" I gasped, indicating our

mutual masturbation. Heaven shook her head in the negative. I tried to taunt

her one step further. "Why don't we stop this and just cuddle?"

Heaven lurched forward and stopped stroking me long enough to slap me across

the face so hard I could taste blood; a reminder of Heaven's anger issues.

"You started this," she insisted, "so don't you

think you can get out of things now." She then resumed her actions as if

nothing happened.

"Shouldn't we do something to make sure she doesn't

break him?" Hope asked her female cohorts.

"I know CPR," Faith volunteered, and here I

thought she didn't like me. I was digesting that tidbit when Heaven slipped

below my reach leaving my hands free to play with her hair.

"Umm, Heaven purred as she took in the bulbous head of

my cock. There wasn't too much foreplay there, just a hungry need on Heaven's

side to take on my cock.

She was working over past issues and confronting some

internal barriers experience had scarred her with. Heaven was hesitant, sloppy,

and used too much teeth; for me it was not a mind rocking blowjob; the best I

could do was soldier through it and concentrate on encouraging her as much as

possible.

I was selling my enthusiasm hard and Heaven was certainly

getting into it, making wet slurping noises as she vigorously bobbed farther

and farther down my shaft. It took me a moment to register Christina sitting

beside us. She was smiling down at Heaven and running her hand through Heaven's

hair intertwining with mine.

"Use your tongue to manipulate his shaft," was one

of Christina's whispered suggestions and encouragements to Heaven. As I was enjoying

the new sensations, I also registered the fact that Christina seemed to know a

great deal about portions of the male anatomy the Purity Pledge put on the No

Fly list.

Christina began rubbing one hand over my chest which felt

real good, incredibly good, but there was something I had to do.

"I need to see Heaven," I told Christina. She

regarded me quizzically and Heaven all but stopped her activities as she

studied me. "You are all I need right now," I told Heaven.

In some cultures what happened next would be considered

cannibalism; Heaven did her damnedest to swallow my entire length in one push.

I have had girls with a lot more experience fail on the first try. On the

second attempt she didn't get as far but she was sucking with greater force.

"Oh, fuck!" I grunted. Heaven flashed me with a

devilish look in her eyes before pumping my shaft rapidly with one hand while

sucking in and out the head and first inch. Note to Self: if this whole

Christian Chick thing doesn't work out for Christina, bankroll her in creating

self-help sexual instruction videos.

"Close," I panted, "real close." If

Heaven had raised her head and jacked me off onto my stomach, I would have been

perfectly happy. Girls did that all the time; the taste of semen is not for

everyone. Heaven made her own decision and kept doing what she was doing. Ten

seconds later my hands tensed in her hair and I began shooting ribbons of my

seed into her mouth.

It took a few moments for Heaven to decide to swallow but

when she did she was grinning like the Cheshire cat up into Christina's eyes.

Both of them started crying and I hadn't a clue as to why. Sometimes another

person's baggage is not your business and this looked to be one of those times.

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