Eve of the New Order

In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.

            “Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden” 

"Am

I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach you a lesson?" Rio

asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in denial.

"So

you don't want me to do this?" Rio began energetically rubbing her

fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from the rest of that

exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body, cheeks still

full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the

moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane

and I had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned

forward within inches of Vivian's face.

Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her skull against the headboard of the bed.

"Barbie

Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly not kissing you with

Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted. Barbie Lynn mumbled

something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it' and did her

best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once.

She

would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with uranium

hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie

Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each

shoulder, and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that

it now supported one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits.

Realistically,

Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn and could have

blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be remarkably

compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was

really close to doing as promised.

"Please don't," Vivian asked softly.

Barbie

Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead to Vivian's

forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last.

"Wait,

don't!" Rio cried out. She switched direction so that she was beside

Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually kissing and letting my

semen travel from tongue to tongue.

When

Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back to Mercy and

slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing Rio. As

Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands

and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three

recipients, not my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of

guys is going to crucify me, upside down.

Mercy

went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds, keeping

tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's mouth

a few more times before Rio pushed her back.

"You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy. "Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?"

"Yes,"

Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it very much." I waited for 'can I

have another' and an inappropriate chorus from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see

things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the waist and kissed her once

more.

"Okay,

but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am going to make you

practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it right, at least

until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy.

"If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed.

"Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to return to the room.

"Oh,

no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged Mercy and Rio's little scheme

as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every night, anyway," she added. Maybe

not rushing to my rescue after all.

"The

next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm going to make French

kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining Hall," I threatened.

"Spread the word."

"How is that going to work?" Rio snickered.

"I

don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable thing I've set out

to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her a lopsided grin.

"Yes,

all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured, "but Zane only has seven

minutes left to take a shower downstairs." We started to stampede for

the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded us. She was rapidly learning

many of the important skills one needs to become a mother to teenagers, a

cat wrangler, or a prison guard.

The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.

 

It

started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining

hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them

if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to.

What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for

us.

 

"So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What tribe are you part of?"