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Friends stand by you through the struggles your
enemies create

 

"You are depraved and despicable," Mhain

seethed.

"I get that a lot; now get out," I growled back,

"because I have a thousand other bitches who are, scratch that, 999 other
bitches, Doctor Kennedy is growing on me; the rest I'm not so sure about, who
are making my life miserable."

"Don't get your hopes up, Mr. Braxton," Doctor

Kennedy warned me. "I'm happily married."

"Cool," I responded. "I hope to be like that

one day."

"Happily married?" Virginia inquired.

"No; a female law professor at an all-girls

school," I grinned. "It sounds like a real cool job."

"Feel free to hit him," Dana interrupted. "I

swear that is the only way to get him to learn anything; or the only way we
will discuss at this moment." Ah, sex. I thought my life had gone on a bit
too long without the mention of sex. "It is also a fun form of stress
relief."

A painful blow rocked my shoulder and nearly sent me

sprawling.

"You are right," Gabrielle noted clinically.

"I feel better." Fuck, she hits hard. I look at her and try not to
get pissed off and say something stupid. She makes my life difficult but my existence
at FFU makes her life far too interesting as well. Whack! Someone hit me with a
briefcase.

"I have to agree," Doctor Kennedy confirmed.

"It has a therapeutic quality to it."

"Bloody hell," I blurt out.

"Everyone, please stop physically abusing Zane,"

Ms. Goodswell snapped. "He's a student, for Pete's sake. He's not subject
to corporal punishment."

"Virginia, have you ever punched or slapped Zane?"

Dana teased. "Give it a try before dismissing it out of hand."

"He likes spanking," Barbie Lynn beamed happiness

as she skipped by on her way to my/our bedroom. Technically, it is mine,
Vivian's, Barbie Lynn's, Rio's, and Mercy's, plus whoever is feeling lonely on
a given night. As for the spanking, I'm more of a giver than a receiver, but I
doubt explaining that right now would be appropriate.

"Uhmm, okay, I think that is my cue to leave,"

Virginia piped up.

"I have rounds to make," Gabrielle added.

"I'm going home to my family," Doctor Kennedy

headed out.

"I'm going to stay here, kick back, and watch some

Pay-per-view," Dana grinned.

"What are you going to watch?" Hudson inquired.

"BBC America has this show called Copper that I've been

meaning to catch," Dana informed her.

"Mind if I watch an episode with you?" Hudson

asked.

"Sure, knock yourself out. You can pick the second

show," Dana yawned. "It's only Zane's money after all." The rest
of my guests filed out and I retired to the showers and then to my room. The
day's stress revealed itself as the women curled into bed calmly and soon were
cuddled together, including the odd ones out.

On the far side we had the rather unusual appearance of

Valarie. Next to her was Rio, who had her arms wrapped around Mercy. Mercy was
snuggled against Barbie Lynn who held the middle spot. I was on my side,
face-to-face with Barbie Lynn. After a few minutes, Vivian came to bed, wedged
up against my back, and put an arm over me. I was in close proximity to several
beautiful women but as long as no one doused the room with an aphrodisiac, we'd
do just fine.

"Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered, "my vibrator

burned out this morning, and I'm terribly horny."

Oh, fuck!

 

Barbie Lynn gazing down at me, I'm not sure another guy

should ever see this because it could break one's heart to see it once and
never again. She's built a faint sheen of sweat on her body already and she's
looking at me with a definite Zen to fuck. My cock is cocooned deep inside her
rectum, rubbing inside as she rotates forward on her hips.

The distant, dreamy look in her eyes flashes to alertness as

she catches me looking at her; 'hi' she whispers. I nod and smile so she
inclines into me so that we can start kissing. She leads in with her tongue
along my lips. I touch the tip of her tongue with my own, snaking inside her mouth
before we are done. She starts murmuring, deepens our kiss, and begins rubbing
my nipples.

"Vivian?" Valarie says softly. She snuck around

the bed to settle behind my guardian.

"Yes?" Vivian replies. She is on her side watching

Barbie Lynn and I.

"I, umm, Valarie moans.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch it as Val's hand brushes

Vivian's hair off her neck and her lips start suckling on the exposed flesh.
Vivian closes her eyes briefly but doesn't move Valarie away.

"Oh, Baby," Barbie pants with barely an inch

separating our lips, "I know I say this often but I so love this. You tear
me up inside and I want it so bad all the time, it scares me."

"Vaginal sex with you scares me," I tease back.

"Will it be even better?" she draws in an even

deeper, breast flaunting breath.

"You never know, but you are so damn good at everything

else, I can't imagine you doing anything but haunting my dreams forever,"
I say, as I coax her movements with my hands on her hips, flanks, and thighs.
Barbie shows her appreciation by running her hand through my bangs and pushing
my hair back so that she can cover my forehead, eyes and nose with kisses.

"You like that romantic shit, don't you,

Mercy-slut?" Rio grumbles playfully from the other side.

"Yes," Mercy whispers. I know Rio well enough to

know that when a spiteful reply isn't immediately forthcoming, she's dusting
off (and unchaining) her Better Angel. Mercy is looking at Barbie Lynn and me,
her head facing sideways as she lies on her back. Rio crawls on top of Mercy,
prompting Mercy to open her legs, and locks her hands over her head to gaze
down on her.

"Your skin is so pure, your hair so black, and your

eyes so full of passion, it breaks my heart to look at you, My Little
Whore," Rio begins. She leans in and bites Mercy's earlobe, causing her
victim to moan and buck up slightly. "Mercy, you give and give, making me
so hot inside that I want to grab you and never let go."

"Really?" Mercy gasps. "I, "

"Don't get used to this," Rio growls with famished

sexual enticement. "But, well, I want you to know that I hope all our
children look just like you." Poor Rio was running out of material. It was
terribly uncomfortable for me to show her where to go. I ran my hands over
Barbie's body, which is an absolute torture I am forced to struggle through
repeatedly.

I start by massaging Barbie Lynn's tits, rotating three

fingers over the nipples before rolling up the whole meaty breast in my palms.
Barbie Lynn starts pushing back on my cock harder and grunting to the rhythm.

"Damn, Mercy," Rio teases, "I love these

titties." She accentuates by sucking the top third of one breast into her
mouth and twirling her tongue around it.

Vivian gives a visible shiver from her side of the bed;

Valarie has done something to her beneath the sheets to turn her on. In the
interim while I have been watching Rio and Mercy, Valarie has been working over
Vivian, temple to shoulder, with her lips. Now I see Vivian pulling up her left
(upper) leg until it is resting snugly against my upper ribs, giving someone
easier access to her snatch.

She's also put her left arm behind her back between herself

and Valarie. I'm starting to wonder if there is something in the air filters of
my place, some undiscovered aphrodisiac mold, fungi, or spores that turns nice,
virtuous girls into promiscuous bi-sexual vixens. To the best of my knowledge
and belief, neither Valarie nor Vivian had the slightest lesbian tendencies
before they started coming to my room.

I give Barbie Lynn's luscious orbs one final squeeze before

migrating my hold down to her ass, giving each cheek a double-slap. Barbie Lynn
exhales a huff of ecstatic relief as the impact travels through her. Rio smirks
and follows suit, her hand reaching between their thighs, prying Mercy's leg
up, up and up until Mercy's knee is nearly at her breast.

"Your body is the first female form that I've ever

lusted after," Rio murmurs as she rubs and pats Mercy's buttocks. "I
think I've always wanted you, to taste you on my tongue, your scent strong in
my mind and your sweet, sweet ass under my hand." Mercy brings one hand up
to stroke Rio's cheek as she gives a strangled sob. No matter how much Mercy
fears loving a woman, Rio can chisel that away and get her to love openly and
freely.

Barbie Lynn bounces up and slams down on me repeatedly as

she is coming to the end of her fuse.

"Zane, Zane, oh yeah," she pants. Vivian chooses

this moment to sneak her climax in on the rest of us. I am vaguely aware of her
biting her lip, rocking her hips under the sheets, and perspiration beginning
to bead on her lower lip.

"Holy God, Christ, and, my, hot damn, Val, ugh, Oh,

God!" Vivian squeals as Valarie vigorously whips her hand in a tight
pattern, cloaked from sight but obvious to the knowledgeable. Vivian's clit,
lips, and the gateway to her cunt are all supers-stimulated. Valarie cools her
down and holds her with enough strength to stop Vivian from rolling face-first
into the sheets.

"Jesus Loves Me!" Barbie Lynn screams one last

time. Her body bows, her breasts thrust forward and up, bouncing so deliciously
while her thighs tremble in climax. Her anal muscles rippling from sphincter
toward my cockhead are grinding me toward orgasm. Finally, she collapses
against me, still twitching and fighting for breath.

With my arms wrapped around her, I roll us over toward Mercy

and Rio, placing Barbie Lynn on her back. Barbie Lynn has her legs pulling back
before I can even move to push them back. While I had never fully pulled out, I
was nearly there. I shove my hips forward, forcing my cock back in hard,
causing Barbie Lynn to grunt, her mouth to gape open, nostril flaring, as her
eyes squeeze shut.

"Oh, hell, yeah," Barbie Lynn gasps, "hammer

me!"

"Oh, fuck," Valarie moans, "I am so

lonely." Vivian is still roaming her hands over Valarie's special place,
picking up the pace as she's inspired by Barbie Lynn's passion. Rio expresses
her perverse nature by going at Mercy slow while the rest of us are going
gangbusters.

"Here is my baby-smooth, tasty friend," Rio says

as she kisses Mercy's bald twat. Rio pushes her thighs apart, her leg muscles
taught while laying on the bed. Rio's restraint could only last so long. Every
lick became more insistent, every nibble elicited a greater yelp, and every
hip-thrust by Mercy into Rio's hungry mouth was more desperate.

Valarie gives off one long, cavernous growl, then screams in

between Vivian's shoulder blades.

"Damn," Vivian whispers, as a sympathetic orgasmic

shiver coasts through her body. I'm pushing up on my knuckles, Barbie Lynn's
legs between them as I rise up until my bulbous head is fixed in her sphincter;
then I slam down once more. She's rocking her hips up to maximize the depths I
reach as she cries out, again and again and again.

When I finally let go, I feel a volcano of lust,

frustration, and fulfillment exploding out all at once. Barbie Lynn's head
sways rapidly side to side as she comes unglued.

"Zane, Jesus loves me, Jesus Loves Me!" she howls

loud enough to shake the glass panels overhead. Those words ringing in my ears
are going to haunt me in whatever church I go to.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, Love, right there, feels so good,"

Mercy drags out with shallow breathes.

"Umm, Rio gurgles. Mercy has gotten quite wet and

visibly aroused. I'm sure Rio has worked a finger or two into the action and in
Mercy's ass. Mercy starts bouncing off the sheets as she hisses out the last of
her restraint.

"Mother-fucker-god-damn!" Mercy cries out. Rio

growls, slurps, and sucks up Mercy's cunt juice while lapping up and down her
slit.

"That's my baby," Rio's fluid-marked face looks up

from between Mercy's legs and smiles. "Was that good for you?" Rio
asks? Mercy nods dreamily. "Are you a happy little whore?" Rio
teases. Again, Mercy nods with pleasure. "Did you use the 'L' word,
Ass-fuck slut?" Rio hardens.

This time Mercy realizes her mistake and shudders. She

raises her head and looks into Rio's eyes.

"Yes. I'm sorry, Rio," Mercy mumbles.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, Bitch,"

Rio sneers. "Tomorrow morning you are going to get it coming and going,
all day long." I am actually aware of what that threat means.

"Okay," Vivian sighed, with more contentment than

annoyance, "we've all cum so let's try and get some sleep."

"I haven't gotten off yet," Rio chuckled. I knew

what I had to do before someone else volunteered my services.

"Come here, Rio." I smile to her and extend a

hand. "Let me get another taste of my best bro."

"I'll clean you up," Barbie Lynn grins up at me,

as she wiggles her body around my own so she's on top again. She slithers down
my torso, waggles my still mostly hard cock against her lips, then begins to
take it into her mouth. Barbie Lynn's tongue licks along my shaft as she
gobbles up more of my rod.

I expect Rio to come over but Mercy, following along and

lying on her belly, her head propped up on her hands and elbows as she watches
my blonde angel's skilled fellatio, is a bonus. Rio ends up near my pillow, one
hand on my chest and the other resting between Mercy's ass cheeks. Her fingers
are definitely sliding in and out of Mercy's cunt. If Mercy is a bit sore,
she's smart enough not to complain to her Mistress about it.

"What do you have in mind, Zane?" Rio catches my

gaze.

"I want your teeth tearing up the mattress with your

ass up in the air as I plow you through the headboard," I inform her. I
make a focus group assessment of the situation by slipping a finger into her
cunt, she's creaming already.

For Rio, the greater physicality of the sex, the better it

is for her. She'll let me have my foreplay and some good loving, but she goes
wild over the raw, brutal act of sex itself.

"I think you are ready to put that smile on her

face," Barbie Lynn taunts Rio as she informs me she's finished. "Come
with me," Barbie Lynn turns to Mercy. "My nipples need some
attention. Can you do that for me?"

After checking with Rio, Mercy gives a hungry look and lick

of the lips at Barbie Lynn. Barbie crawls over Mercy to land on her back on the
far side. Mercy twirls around and latches on to Barbie Lynn's left breast with
such rapidity, it momentarily causes my visage to blur.

"I want some of that," Valarie suddenly blurts

out.

She makes her own quick trek around Rio and me as we are

still positioning ourselves to come swooping down on Barbie Lynn's right side.
The right nipple disappears into our school biker girl's mouth with a decidedly
audible smacking of the lips. Val's hand starts to stroke the inside of Barbie
Lynn's thigh but Mercy's free hand reaches over and starts tweaking Valarie's
closest nipple. Yes, I definitely must check the air filters.

Rio resumes her sensually crawl my way and I give her a

beguiling look to lure her in. I'm on her in a flash once she's close enough
for me to make my move. She screeches like an alley cat but I've got a hand on
the back of her head and the other on her hip as I slam her face first into the
pillow.

"Bastard," she screams through the fabric, but

she's not following through with the anger.

"Give it up, Bitch," I snarl back. My cock slides

full-throttle all the way into her cunt on the first pass. Her cunt feels like
slick, melted butter as I bottom out in her hole. At the same time, I let up on
her head a bit.

"Oh, fucking-A," Rio gasps. "Did someone

sneak a gerbil up behind me or is it Needle-cock pretending he's a man?" I
give her another powerful slam. "Oh, fuck, stop that."

"What? Too much for the bitch whose had it all?" I

tease Rio.

"I swear, if I spit up, my ovaries," she chokes,

"we are, going to have, words."

"Words like I'm the best fuck you've ever had'?" I

taunt Rio between packing her cunt as full and deep as I can. She's squealing
and moaning yet thrusting back strongly against me all the way.

I move my hand off Rio's hip and take hold of a breast,

squeezing and torturing the nipple. She's snarling like a wounded tigress now.
She possesses no acceptance of defeat, no surrender to exhaustion, and no fear
of pain; in fact, what we are doing is a turn-on. I'm actually becoming beaten
up by all the impact of my hips against Rio's ass. Within ten minutes, her
fluids are all over her crotch and mine and she's actually starting to dribble
down her thighs and onto the mattress.

"Zane, don't forget she's your friend," Vivian

sounds worried.

"Shut, up," gasps Rio, violently and with passion.

This is what Rio craves right now, a brutal fucking, and she's not going to be
denied by Vivian's compassionate sensibilities. "Ah, fuck me, fuck me,
break me, you bastard," Rio pants. "Hammer me, Bitch!" she
screams, and that's all she can take. She has some sort of seizure, thrashing
and pulsating all over the place.

For the second time tonight I'm shooting my seed into a

woman; this time Rio's cunt. I plunder Rio's barely responsive form for several
more savage thrusts until I'm spent, collapsing with my full mass on top of
her, which is not my normal form but I want Rio to feel warm and encompassed by
me at this moment.

I make sure that some of my weight is taken onto my knees

and elbows so I don't suffocate my crazy best friend.

"Zane," Rio pants a half-minute later, "that

vice-like bump you were feeling with that horse-cock of yours, "

"Yes?" I respond softly. I pull her hair out of

her face as she turns it to the side so she can speak clearly.

"That was my cervix, dumbass," she giggles.

"Next time I want my uterus scrubbed, I'll call a fucking
gynecologist."

"Hardy-har-har," I chuckle. "Doing it with a

Princess Barbie Pony Action Figure doesn't qualify as bestiality, you bimbo,
and it certainly doesn't give you horse-cock experience."

"Rio, you are kind of gross," Vivian chastises my

buddy.

"Thank you," Rio pants, "I knew you

cared."

"Behave, Rio, and next time it's going up your

ass," I murmur into Rio's ear.

"Oh, that's just cold, Bro," Rio pouts as she

wiggles her tight ass against my semi-flaccid cock.

"A person uses the threat of denying anal sex to a girl

as a means of enforcing polite behavior," Vivian ponders as she flops on
her back and stares up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "Worse, it
makes sense to me. What has happened to my life?"

"Rio, are you okay?" Mercy whispered.

Rio turns her head the other way to address her lover:

"My cunt is numb, my hips feel dislocated, I'll be pulling pillow fiber
out of my teeth for a week, and I think he bruised a nipple, I feel fucking
awesome."

"I'd ask Zane to do it to me again but I know Vivian

would choke me out," Rio snickers. "I know what I am going to do,
though: In the morning I'm going to have Zane pounding your ass as hard as he
fucked me right now so I can hear you cry and scream."

"Um, okay," Mercy answered, trying not to sound

too anxious.

"Damn," Valarie mutters. "I hate being a

virgin, and I'll pimp slap the first one who suggests anal sex. All I want to
do is get laid without the repercussions." No one said anything for a
minute.

"I'll help with that," Barbie Lynn and I

volunteered almost at the same time.

"Bed," Vivian laid down the law. Thankfully, the

rest of us were too tired to argue.

POWER PLAYFULNESS

At our five a.m. wake up, I swept up Valarie into a

six-nine, her on top. Barbie quickly got behind Val and began licking my nose,
the back of Val's cunt, and teasing her butthole with tiny probes. At first our
biker babe resisted and grumbled with her mouth around my cock, but Barbie Lynn
was as relentless as she was sensually enticing.

Val returned the surprise by slamming her thighs together as

the dam of her sexual frustration burst; she clamped her thighs tightly on my
head and bucked so hard she bounced us off the bed as she screamed. There were
no words to it; the scream was primal, violent and somewhat frightening. The
other remarkable thing was that Barbie Lynn retained her hold on Valarie's ass
cheeks and kept tongue-fucking Val's anus.

Valarie's mouth had released my cock seconds before orgasm.

She gave it an occasional swipe of the tongue until her last orgasmic quivers
stopped. I motioned for Barbie to let up and when she did, Valarie collapsed
beside me.

"Oh," Valarie panted, "that was good. That

should tide me over until lunch time."

"Showers, everyone," Vivian reminded us. There

were a few groans but cleanliness was an inevitable bonus for all of us, and
Rio, if we bundled her up and took her squirming, griping form with us. Rio
gained a measure of revenge by announcing to my shower buddies that I had an
unresolved morning blowjob begging for attention. Brandi elbowed two girls aside
to bend over at the waist and take me in.

Opal was kind enough to stroke Brandi's kitty from behind,

getting us off almost at the same time. Opal gave me several finger scoops of
Brandi's nectar to slake my sexual thirst. I was busy getting a taste of Opal
with a bonus clitoris massage when Iona dragged me away. Outside the showers, I
bent down, wrapped my arms beneath Iona's towel-clad posterior, and lifted her
up so that she was looking down at me.

"Thank you," I smiled at her. "You've always

got my back."

"You are welcome," she beamed happiness back down

at me, "and it is my pleasure, Zane. Do you think we can go motorcycle
shopping Thursday?"

"Sure, that won't be, oh fuck, it's Wednesday," I

gasped. I realized I had confused Iona.

"I told Erin I would call her Monday and totally lost

track, of a woman," I blinked. "I don't think that's ever happened
before."

"You have a ton of things going on," Iona

comforted me while hovering above me still. "I think she'll
understand."

"Thanks again, Iona," I sighed as I let her slide

down my body.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked.

"Of course," I grinned. "Are you going to

give me your scrumptious behind?" Iona's smile grew even brighter.

"You will have to wait and see," she teased me

before racing off to her room. I made my way up to my room for a short workout
and a few minutes meditating. I was peripherally aware of Paige coming into my
room and rummaging around (i.e., she wanted me to know she was there without
noticeably ruining my concentration).

The main distraction was Rio and Mercy getting dressed. They

had both long since moved all their belongings into my place; that wasn't a
problem because of the massive space I had. The problem was, it is insane to
put two pseudo-lesbian young lovers who are new to their relationship into a
space where they are constantly tantalized by each other's naked or scantily
clad bodies.

Mercy couldn't resist reaching out shyly and touching Rio's

lesser erogenous zones. Rio couldn't resist bending Mercy over the bed, licking
her from behind, and/or spanking her, just a few taps but that hardly helped
them get their clothes on. Today, Rio added the extra complication of inserting
a vibrating ass plug into Mercy's ass and taping a vibrating egg against her
clit.

She was finishing up the work when I felt a glimmer of evil

intellect enter my mind.

"Hey, Rio, why don't you do the same thing?" I

suggested.

"Are you going to ring my bell?" she teased me.

"No. I actually thought you would share with

Mercy," I clarified.

"Share what?" Valarie questioned as she entered

the room.

"They are each going to have a vaginal and anal

stimulation device, theoretically with the other having the controlling
mechanism," Paige stated. She held up two pairs of bra & panties for
me to examine, gossamer peach bow-knot or strawberry crotchless/cupless.

"I don't know, Babe," I mused. "I'd have to

see you naked to make a determination."

"You've seen me naked, my Boy-toy," Paige gave a

wicked turn of the lip.

"I, I have no recollection of it," I confessed.

"Maybe it was that blow Rio gave me upside my head. I guess I need to see
your nude, nubile form once more."

"Oh, my poor baby," Paige pouted. "Someone as

helpless as you cannot afford to lose any of your already inadequate brain
power. I really should help you out." She was knee crawling up the bed,
unbuttoning her shirt. When she was only a few feet in front of me, she sat
down and worked her skirt off as well. She wasn't naked; she still had her
knee-high socks on.

"You really ought to cover those little boobies

up," Rio taunted Paige. "Someone is going to think Zane has a
middle-schooler up here." Paige's head turned and I could feel her anger,
but before she could spew forth her vitriol, I latched on hungrily to her
closest teat and sucked it in on one gulp. Paige gasped and thrust her body
against me. Soon her hands were running through my hair as I soaked up her
tender flesh and swelling nipple.

I also stroked my hands down her body. My left hand drifted

from right below her suckled breast, along her smooth, flat stomach, before
dropping south until I cupped her sex. My right hand went down the ribs and
around to her ass. I weighed and fondled her small yet firm buttocks, then
reached between her cheeks and rubbed over her sphincter without pressuring it.

"Paige," I said quietly as I released her nipple,

"today go with the peach."

"Umm, maybe I will," Paige teased me with a nibble

to my neck, "after all, there are a very few things you are good at, and
female sexiness is one of them."

"Paige?" I continued. She was a little more

suspicious now. Our relationship had always been rocky.

"I appreciate you giving me some space the last few

days," I thanked her. "It has really helped me get my head on
straight." Paige's eyes lit up once more. She had sacrificed (in her
mind), and I had noticed and was grateful.

"I'm surprised you noticed," she started to say,

then abruptly softened. "You mean a lot to me, you really do."

I put my hands on each side of her jaw and pulled her into

close face-to-face contact.

"Paige, bouncy, bouncy," I whispered into her ear.

Paige gasped slightly and twisted her head to make eye contact, looking
somewhat expectant.

"Meet me for lunch and I'm going break that ass

open," I taunted her quietly.

Rocky the squirrel must have snuck up on me and then clubbed

me with Bullwinkle the Moose because her response was,

"Okay," while she looked at me with a mixture of

fear and lust.

"Are you sure?" I was curious.

"If that is what you really want," Paige

responded.

"Oh, I don't want to do it until you feel ready, Paige.

We'll wait," I confessed. "I will have to think of something else to
do with you at lunch today." All Paige did was grin in a very mysterious
way. She held that look until Valarie put a hand on each ass cheek and pulled
them apart. This time, someone had snuck up on Paige.

"Hey!" Paige gasped. "What are you

doing?"

"Encouraging you to get dressed," Valarie

chuckled. "Otherwise, Zane and I are going to slip one finger into your
pretty little cunt and rub them in and out like a buzz-saw. Then we will smear
your juices over your face and force you to go to breakfast smelling like
sex."

My girls really need to work on their 'discouraging'

speeches.

"I should get dressed," Paige hiccupped with

reluctance. "Peaches, got it." Paige scurried away and began dressing
while eyeing Valarie and me.

"Oh, yeah," I joked with Valarie, "that

terrified her."

"Ask her about the party; then it will make

sense," Valarie snickered.

In the annals of female migration through my bedroom, Vivian

wasn't really sneaking up on anyone, but her presence didn't send up shockwaves
of alarm either.

"Zane, we need to be heading out soon," she

greeted me. She greeted Valarie by putting a hand on her shoulder and rubbing
it.

Quickly enough, Paige got dressed, Rio and Mercy got their

acts together, and we gathered up Iona, Barbie Lynn, Brandi and Opal before
heading down to join the rest of feminine humanity that constituted my dorm. My
old (way back in Chapter 3) buddy Easter Valentine had me rate the top ten
Christian Rock bands which was made much more difficult by my utter disbelief
that there was actually something called Christian Rock, color me biased.

Breakfast passed uneventfully, as did Assembly, before

things began happening. First off, I touched base with Erin now that she was
most likely awake.

"Hey Erin, this is Zane," I started off, "and

I am so sorry that I blanked on my promise to call you. Can I make it up to you
and Gerry?"

"Oh,um,okay, I guess," she drew me out. "What

do you have in mind?" That was a good question; what was I going to do to
make it up to them?

"Have you ever heard of the SYFY network?" I

asked.

"Sure, Eureka, Warehouse 13, Being Human, and Lost

Girl," she answered.

"Saturday night they are showing Ice Spiders versus

Snow Beast, I know, great title; right? And I'd like it if you two would come
over to my house, get some pizza, and watch it with me," I offered.

"Let me think about it, yeah, we'd be glad to come by

and eat something," I could feel her grin coming through the airwaves.

"Okay, one more question; how do you feel about

three-ways?"

"I've never been part of one but I'm willing to give it

a try," Erin sighed happily, "if I must."

"It's a date, then," I agreed, and after trading

'goodbye's', I hung up and caught my crew gathering outside. As I made my
approach I saw Heaven give me a look and a smile then turn on Rio.

"Handmaiden's Duty, Rio," Heaven beamed

maliciously.

"What do you want, you old cow?" Rio sneered right

back.

"Give me your controllers." Heaven grinned as she

held out her hand to Rio. Mercy gulped (the two boxes controlled her vibrators)
and Rio looked stunned. "Hand them over." Technical Mercy would have
been immune, except it was Rio with her controllers.

"How?" Rio mumbled. She looked around for support

but found some sympathetic eyes, not comrades in arms. She angrily slapped
Heaven's palm as she handed them over.

Heaven handed those two small white devices to Hope, then

reached out toward Rio once more.

"Give me the ones Mercy is holding for you, too,"

Heaven snickered. Rio snarled before motioning for Mercy to hand them over to
her. In short order, she handed those over to Heaven as well.

"I'll be expecting those back at ten o'clock (one hour

from now)," Rio growled.

"Of course," Heaven chuckled. "I'll see you

then, Sweet-cheeks."

"God damn it," Rio leaned into me and whispered,

"who, ah, hmm, betrayed me?" Apparently, someone was playing with her
controllers. By the way Mercy developed a little tremble and a blissful smile,
someone was having a go at her too.

"I swear to God, it wasn't me," I shrugged.

"Well, it wasn't Iona, she'd never do that to

Mercy," Rio mused, then, "Paige! That little cunt did this to
me."

"I don't know if she did it or not," I pleaded,

"but please don't kill her." Rio was several seconds in responding as
she wobbled slightly and skipped a step.

"Two fucking vibrators," Rio glared at me.

"What were you thinking?"

"Liking it?" I teased.

"Love it," Rio gasped. "Mercy?"

"Mumph," Mercy gasped. Added to the smile on her

lips, I had to see that as an affirmative.

Ms.  Goodswell's class was good but what came

afterwards was far more amusing.

"What do you mean, you traded them to some random

upperclassmen?" Rio snarled.

"Oh, I had to explain what they did. When I told them

they were inside you, they jumped at the chance," Hope nodded serenely to
the furious Rio.

"How am I, oh, oh, oh, yeah, supposed to get them

back?" Rio fumed.

"Maybe they will run out of power soon," Mercy put

a positive spin on things.

"I put long-life batteries in those bitches this

morning," Rio grumbled. "They can go for 24 hours of continuous
use."

"I insisted that they be returned to Zane at nine this

evening," Christina said in a detached manner.

"I swear, I'm going to tie down all you bitches one

weekend and then we will see who's so superior," Rio seethed; "Dildos
and lube all around. Arrgh," Rio growled. She staggered over to the
closest wall and put her hand against it to stop from falling over. "Some
whore just discovered the '10' setting," she gasped.

"I was going to say something cruel," Hope stated,

"but now it would be redundant."

"Rio and Mercy, stay hydrated," Chastity

suggested. "I'll pick you up between classes to, decrease your difficulties."

"Thanks, Chastity," I patted her arm.

"Heaven and I will watch after Mercy," Christina

chimed in; being surprisingly helpful to someone she had shown no interest in
before now. Christina was all about responsibility and since this was Heaven's
stunt (or so it seemed), she was doing 'the right thing'.

"Classes everyone," Vivian insisted. Thankfully I

had one capable adult in my life. I hoped that me turning her into a vibrant
bi-sexual didn't change that.

Today I received an hour's warning of my lunch appointment

with Doctor Victoria Scarlett, our beloved Vice-Chancellor. I let Paige know
that I had to postpone our get-together.

"It is good to see you, she was going to say 'Mr.

Braxton' but she was sensitive to my preferences, ", Zane. How are things going
on this first full day of our experiment?"

"Well, Doctor Scarlett, let me say that you are even

more deftly beautiful than you are deceptively manipulative," I countered.
"As to your question, my efforts to corrupt your intentions precede a
pace." She smiled, shook her head, and walked around the table, stopping
when she was in front of my chair-bound form.

"Come now; the tribal elections have begun. Seven

leaders have been named and the rest of the tribes should do the same
tonight," she informed me. "What were you able to accomplish
yesterday?" Oh, so that was today's tune. I stood up and cupped her facial
cheeks.

"What do you think you are doing?" Victoria

Scarlett mumbled.

I pressed in and kissed her, leading by example as opposed

to words. Her hands pressed against me. She wasn't shoving so I didn't stop.
Victoria didn't even make a token effort to keep her mouth shut, though her
tongue refused to play an overly active part in my French kiss. My hands didn't
wander and my body didn't thrust against her.

"I think I'm working out our relationship, your Kahina

to my Pelagius," I responded, our faces only inches apart. Victoria rested
her hands on my hips so I placed mine on her shoulders.

"Kahina, have you been reading my works?" she

smiled far too seductively. You would figure that a dedicated, righteous
Christian theoretician would have body proximity issues. Not Victoria, damn it.

"The only things hotter than smart, sexy chicks are

smart, sexy, and sensually lethal chicks," I allowed.

"This could be construed as sexual harassment or

inappropriate sexual behavior," Doctor Scarlett grinned, all bold and
gracious.

"A 'no' on your part would suffice," I assured

her.

"Not you, Zane; me," she corrected me. "You

are my student, after all, and my hands are on your hips." I arched an
eyebrow; she kept smiling so I went back in for a kiss. Three minutes later I
had worked over her lips, eyelids, cheeks, jawline, and the left side of her
neck, and it was getting me nowhere except closer to a sexual-deprivation induced
coma.

"Damn, you are good," I panted.

"I think this is something we need to work through

first before we can constructively move on," she related patiently. She
was trying to break me with her highly developed self-control. I had to figure
out what the hell I was doing wrong. Overt sexual contact, breasts, buttocks,
pubic area, was off-limits, or was it? Lingerie; why did Scarlett wear racy
lingerie?

I slipped my arms around Victoria's waist and pulled her off

the desk and into me. I caught a slight, over-confident smirk on her lips. We
started kissing again, Scarlett somewhat passively, as always, and me out to
disguise my intentions. She didn't protest when my fingers wandered below the
beltline or when I traced out the very risqu lines of her panties.

Fighting the urge to yank them up and make her squirm, I

languidly let my fingers dig into her skirt and hook the bottom elastic of her
panties, then slowly wiggled the fabric gently. She gave me a few uninterrupted
seconds before I sensed her inner struggle begin; did she stop me and give me
this round in the struggle, a psychological edge over her, or did she see if
she could tough it out. She went with the spiritual resistance.

Once I had my fingers inside, I could move freely forward

and back. I avoided the cunt and the bottom of her ass. I was able to make the
bottom of her panties a very tight fit, allowing the thrumming of my tugs to
vibrate along her most sensitive spots. Victoria's nostrils flared, her breath
caught, and after a daring but futile attempt to distract me with her tongue,
she broke our lip embrace and put her head on my shoulder.

I immediately stopped what I was doing and waited for her to

speak.

"Oh, this is not good," she muttered to herself.

Then after a pause, "Thank you for stopping. How did you know what to
do?"

"Where to begin," I answered. "You are

beautiful, passionate, and a woman who appreciates fine fabrics on your skin. I
stopped because I'll fight you with every tool I can, but I won't violate
you," I added. Victoria looked up into my eyes.

"You see me as Kahina?" she changed the subject.

"You have this tragic, fervent yet noble character that

charges with a burning blade into the face of adversity," I waxed
romantic. "The last Christian Queen of the Berbers who, when faced with
the inevitability of her defeat, sent her sons to the enemy for their
protection while she sought death in battle against the Islamic invaders."

"I'm not very martial," she countered.

"Ah, but in the Greco-Roman culture our faith grew up

in, you would be considered a Patrician's daughter, versed in Socrates and
Virgil as well as St. Augustine," I made my argument. "Besides,
martial valor is in the job of the tribesmen; it is the job of the Queen to
provide leadership, hopefully in the right direction. You are a smart damn
cookie so the comparison is apt."

"Thank you." She then pursued her agenda.

"What have you been up to?"

"I'm creating a democratic system with your tribal

leaders as the parliament, a selected group of girls to become judges, and
another group to become enforcers of the rule of law," I responded.
"Technically, I remain the guy at the top of the pyramid, so that's a
victory for you."

Her look told me I hadn't made an end-run around her Grand

Plan, which was pretty unsettling. I was missing something.

"Why do you let me put my hands on you?" I

questioned.

"I can't take pleasure in the mannerisms of a

proficient young man?" she countered.

"Care to prove that?" I challenged. I had her in a

minor trap of her own connivance.

"Very well," she bowed with a smile on her lips.

"Turn around and lean over your desk, if you

dare?" I directed. She accepted my orders and did as requested. I knelt
down behind her and placed my hands on her ankles before rubbing upward in slow
but strong finger-furrows.

I teased my way up to her stocking line, grinding the silk

hose into her skin, making her flesh shiver from the stimulation. I had her
trembling by the time I migrated upwards to the elastic at the top of the
stocking, past the garter, and onto her pliant warm thigh. As I brushed against
the tuck of her butt-cheek and thigh, Victoria moaned.

"Stop," she whispered.

"Do you really want me to stop," I inquired,

"or do you want me to stop before you reveal something?" I ceased my
activities, waiting on her reply.

"You know the answer," she panted briefly. I moved

off and up, placing my hands on her shoulders and pulling her back up to my
chest.

"Can you promise me to consider the possibility that a

woman wants something outside the realm of motherhood and spiritual
purity?" I suggested. Doctor Scarlett turned around while remaining in my
grasp.

"The body may feel a certain way but you must resist

those impulses from the Devil," she told me. "Fortunately, you are
the only one on campus that can elicit such response."

"Huh? Seriously, I can only imagine the kind of sexual

trouble the women on campus can get into, unless you don't believe in Sapphic
impulses either," I grinned.

"Homosexuality is a myth," Victoria stated firmly.

"There are misdirected desires and abnormal passions, but men don't lie
with men and women don't lie with women, except as a perversion of the normal,
natural order of things."

Oh, here we go again, I groaned.

"I hate that you would think that way. It stands in

opposition to God's Love in my eyes and portrays you as a weak creature given
over to the Devil's lure of fearing, hating, and even denying what is mostly a
good thing, namely, compassion for one another," I sighed.

"How can you have compassion for instincts you can hardly

understand?" she posed.

"I've been with men before," I informed her;

"on more than one occasion."

"What?" Victoria was stunned. She struggled to get

away from my arms and I let her. "You have such a strong ardor for so many
female students. How can you be tricked into perverse practices?"

On the bright side, I'd finally gotten under her cool

exterior; on the downside, I had shaken her faith in me.

"Can I incite a rational moment, please?" I said calmly.

She was halfway around the desk when she stopped and nodded.

"Okay," the Vice-Chancellor responded with a

careful edge.

"How am I any different than the man you thought me to

be two minutes ago?" I led off. "I certainly liked your body and you
appeared to appreciate the touches I gave you. How does anything I did with
anyone else before touching you matter? You are very attractive to me. Am I now
repulsive to you?"

"Those are multiple questions," Victoria seemed

suddenly weary. "You are the same person you were a minute ago, but I had
forgotten that you are a boy, not a man, and boys have infatuations with
unusual, rebellious ideas. With your Father dead, it seems you were rudderless.
You are definitely not repulsive to me. I admire you, but you also reveal
yourself to be immature. Would you please leave? I need to reconsider some
things."

"No," I replied.

"No? No, you won't leave, or no, I've committed some

grievous error?" she inquired.

"You believe I'm a boy, you don't believe in

homosexuality," I answered, though I fondly day-dreamed of Victoria and
Barbie Lynn, or Hudson Lane, the school lawyer, in a lesbian tryst, "but I
don't want your newfound doubts in me making you change, specifically how you
treat yourself."

"You want me to keep wearing lingerie," she sliced

to the heart of the matter.

"It is a simple pleasure you allow yourself, the only

one I can detect. I will certainly be a source of displeasure for you in the
future; don't let me do you harm over my careless confession," I pleaded.

"My indulgence is a form of weakness," she argued.

"Wrong," I fought back. "It is a 'fuck you'

to temptation. It makes you stronger. Doctor Scarlett, I have never had a woman
hold out as long as you did this afternoon. If you change the way you dress,
then I win and you lose because I've proven you don't have faith in your own
convictions."

Victoria was contemplative for a moment, frowning, then

slowly letting a smile win out.

"Come here," she beckoned. I came up and she

kissed me, not a fevered rush but a smooth, subtle thing, driven by curiosity
more than passion. "You are going to require more work than I
imagined," she eventually commented.

"Have you forgiven me?" I asked. "Have I

returned to being a good boy?"

"Yes and yes."

"Does this mean I can cop a feel? Ya know, a

freebie?" I hoped. She kept looking up at me as she studied my features.

"You are going to be a whole lot of work, Zane,"

she answered, "and no, no free fondling of my private parts." I
growled up at the ceiling.

"Damn it, woman," I snarled. "Stop trying to

break me to your will."

"Mr. Braxton," she patted me on the cheek, "I

have no idea what you are talking about."

Yeah, right.

We ve Come So Far

The Festivities Committee broke up once more. I was helping

Mrs. Jaspers to her car since she'd taken a tumble in her home and her ankle
was a bit sore. I had to return to the conference room to find my usual crowd
of women overstaying the meeting, Mrs. Sahara Penny, Kendra Bainbridge, and
Rochelle Wellington.

"Hello, Kendra. Those frills around your collar are

very enticing to the eye," I jibed. "Did you come tonight with some
ulterior motive?"

"No!" she snapped. "I am not that kind of

woman."

"Technically, if you've had children, you are that kind

of woman," Sahara chimed in.

"I am not a fornicator," Kendra defended herself.

"No one said you were," Rochelle smiled at her

rival's discomfort. "All Zane did was give you a compliment and a gentle
teasing."

"After his 'date' with the Reverend's wife, I am not

sure any of us can be considered safe from Mr. Braxton's intentions,"
Kendra spat. Sahara's laugh was musical.

"Yes, Kendra, I was positively scandalized that Zane

would approach me with such blasphemous intentions as the Gospel of Judas,
Pistis Sophia, and the origins of God's true word," Sahara grinned too
sweetly.

"I am sure that is what was on his mind," Kendra

insinuated. She was probably coming to regret being tricked into talking to the
Preacher's wife.

"What would that be?" Rochelle prodded.

Kendra's mouth gaped. "Well, we all know what Mr. Braxton

is up to at school," she rebounded snootily.

"Oh, so you have seen his website," Sahara pointed

out. Kendra turned a deep shade of red.

"Well, I, with everything going on," she

sputtered, "we need to know how to keep our daughters safe."

"Oh, Kendra, I agree," Rochelle smiled my way.

"I think we can all agree that young Ms. Masters (Barbie Lynn) was lucky
to escape Zane's clutches."

"Yes," Sahara added sternly, "apparently

she's been lucky on a nightly basis." Hey, now! Why is everybody picking
on me? Half the time she's on top.

"You make it sound like she enjoys, that, what he does

to her," Kendra fought back.

"Yes," sighed Sahara, "I can understand how

horrible it must be to be crying out God's name while having sex."

"Several times a night," Rochelle added. "I

have such sympathy for the poor girl."

"You do know that it is plausible Ms. Masters seeks me

out for our mutual enjoyment," I groused. "After all, it's my bedroom
and my shower we are seen in."

"The Devil is known to be a great seducer," Kendra

countered. "You've lured her into debauched behavior."

"Oh, well, Kendra, you are on to me. I guess my

deep-seated lust for you will remain unquenched," I groaned.

"That's not fair," Rochelle chided me. "You

are neither a tool of the Devil nor prone to give up on anything you desire, so
apologize to Kendra for the sarcasm."

"I apologize for making light of your concerns, Mrs.

Bainbridge," I nodded toward Kendra.

"Very well," Kendra snorted. "Perhaps

counseling with Pastor William would do you some good." Oh, like that was
going to happen; I was right in ol' Bill's preferred age range and gender.
Added to that, I had sort of threatened to have him murdered for threatening
Sahara Monday night.

"I would prefer to be guided by someone I didn't have a

desire to toss out of a fast moving aircraft," I allowed myself to say.
Kendra gasped, Sahara became very still, and Rochelle choked.

"Wha-, what makes you say that?" Sahara asked

cautiously.

"He insulted my Uncle Tim within the hearing of Aunt

Jill," I answered. "I really couldn't stand Uncle Tim but would
rather put my hand in a garbage disposal than let someone cause her pain. He
apologized at that time but I have not forgotten."

"Have you ever worried about being a bit too

bloody?" Rochelle cautioned me.

"I ask a lot out of life; I risk more than most and I

accept that the price I pay may be higher," I replied. "I believe in
the Rule of Law and I believe in punishing the wicked who attempt to abuse the
rules for their own agenda. If the price is blood, then blood it shall be; if I
can get a heartfelt repentance instead, so much the better."

"Aren't you simply forcing your world view on everyone

else?" Rochelle questioned me.

"Absolutely," I admitted. "My world view is

relatively easy to understand; keep to your word, accept that others will be
different, and live and let live. I would prefer that my friends and I be left
alone. If I have to use physical force to protect my views, I can live with
that."

"What of the Christian virtues of forgiveness and 'do

no harm'?" Sahara countered.

"I make a lousy Christian at times," I looked

embarrassed.

"You seem to have very little time for Christ in your

life," Kendra responded snidely.

"Really?" I muse. "I go to church six days a

week, I get quizzed on some sort of Bible lore at least twice a day, and I come
to this meeting once a week. I know sin is not a balancing act but I think I do
some good."

"Maybe if you gave less energy to carnal pursuits and

more to Christian righteousness, you wouldn't have so many sins to balance,"
Kendra pronounced.

"And here we are, three women of relatively good looks,

discussing righteousness and virtue, Kendra," Sahara smiled. Kendra gawked
at her. "Yes, I imagine I looked something like you look now when I saw
Zane's devious trap Monday night."

"What do you mean? We are talking about Zane's sexual

lifestyle," Kendra rebutted.

"No. You are talking about Zane's sex life; the rest of

us are talking about sin, forgiveness, and virtue," Rochelle smiled in a
superior manner.

"But, but you, both, Kendra stammered.

"I asked Zane about his world view," Rochelle

corrected.

"And I asked him about Christian forgiveness and 'do no

harm', as I recall," Sahara smiled sedately. Kendra gaped like a fish out
of water.

"Yes, but now that I know about Mrs. Bainbridge's

obsession with my bedroom antics, I'll make sure to show her more
attention," I nodded. "I mean, there is an attraction that mature
women possess that girls cannot equal.

There was a long silence that followed that statement.

"Zane, you wouldn't dare do, all, all of those lewd

acts to one of us, would you?" Kendra stuttered.

"I can't imagine what would make me refuse consensual

sex with anyone in this room," I grinned at her.

"But we are married women," Rochelle teased me.

"Thus consensual, I don't want to break up a happily

married couple but I don't like seeing a woman trapped in a relationship solely
because she thinks there are no other options," I explained. "Women
deserve to be free, and quite frankly, unhappily married women have built up an
exciting reservoir of carnal energy."

"Zane, I find it difficult to believe that a young man

as kind to this committee as you have been would make us disrobe one article of
clothing, run your rough hands over every inch of our bodies, and then force us
to perform all kinds of vile sexual acts on and for you," Rochelle kept
taunting me. My guess was that she was really pissed on learning her husband
was having an affair with one of his employees in the Mayor's office.

"You wouldn't do that to Kendra, would you, Zane?"

Sahara quizzed me.

"What do you mean?" I seemed confused. "She's

one of the hottest MILF's in the parish; all the guys in Bible Study say
so."

"Wha, what?" Kendra gulped.

"Milf, Mothers I'd Like to Fornicate with," I told

her.

"I know that!" Kendra snapped, clearly disoriented

and unsure of herself.

"Certainly you've noticed the men's eyes follow you

around the church every Sunday after service?" I questioned Kendra.

"No," she gasped.

"Mrs. Bainbridge, I know you don't think much of me or

my opinions, but I think you can believe that I have an appreciation of women's
physiques. I'm pretty good at determining a woman's attractiveness," I
said. I find most women to be enticing, but telling Kendra that wouldn't help
my case. "You possess female features men want in a lover. It is not your
fault; God made you that way."

"Don't you bend Kendra over this desk and have your way

with her after Mrs. Penny and I leave," Rochelle threatened me playfully
as she stood to go. Sahara made for the door as well.

"Can I walk you to your car?" I asked Kendra.

"No! No, I'll be okay," Kendra scurried from the

room first.

I stepped out into the hall with Sahara and Rochelle.

"That was cruel," Rochelle stated.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"I was talking to Mrs. Penny," Rochelle corrected.

"Yes, yes it was," Sahara smiled at us. What the

hell had I created with those two? I had made allies. I'd also talked myself
out of sex with Rochelle for the night, but I thought she would survive a few
days without my amorous attentions.

Just another walk in the park.

 

"Hey, Jill, I'm home," I called out as I

entered the 'family' home.

 

"I'll warm up some dinner for you," Jill called

out from the kitchen.

 

"Thanks," I replied. I heard the TV coming from

the den and headed that way. Belle was lounging on the sofa, arms over the back
and feet kicked up on the coffee table.

 

"Hey, Kid," she greeted me without turning

around.

 

"Hey, Belle. Please take your feet off the coffee

table," I asked.

 

"If Jill wants me to move them she will ask

me," Belle chuckled. "This is not your damn home, monkey-boy."

 

"Jill wouldn't ask, mainly because she's afraid of

you," I joked, "so I'm asking."

 

"No," she stated.

 

"Fine, but you have only yourself to blame when you

wake up in a black kitten suit in the center of the University of Virginia
campus," I mocked her. Belle looked over her shoulder at me.

 

"Bring it, Bitch," she counter-mocked. I jumped

over the sofa and sat beside her. Belle's gaze was a challenge, which I took
up. I reached out and playfully pulled her shirt up so that I could start
placing kisses on her stomach. "Okay, I'm not going to pummel you in the
next twenty seconds, so keep me happy and I'll let you live," she purred.

 

I unbuckled and unbuttoned her pants before working them

down. Belle's eyes clearly showed her curiosity as to how far I was going with
this. I moved halfway off the sofa, began working her boots off, then wrested
her pants and panties the rest of the way off as well. Once I had lifted her
right leg up pointing to the ceiling, I moved between her thighs and gave her a
devilish grin.

 

Belle scooted her ass to the edge of the sofa before

guiding my lips the last little bit to her cunt. It was already glistening with
her arousal as I made my first contact.

 

"Zane, your food is ready," Jill called out.

Yes, yes, it was.

 

"He'll be there in a minute," Belle called out.

As for me, I put my hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her to me.

 

"Someone's been eating their Wheaties," Belle murmured.

I pulled her clit tightly between my lips with a powerful suction. When I
started thrumming it with my tongue rapid-fire, Belle began to gyrate her hips
and started panting.

 

"Are you done with the dishes?" Belle called

out to Jill.

 

"Almost, Dear," Jill answered.

 

"Hurry," Belle pleaded to me. She was working

her nipples through her sports bra. I began wedging two fingers into her
snatch, wiggling and twisting them around to up my game. Right as we heard Jill
coming down the hallway, Belle grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa and bit down
on it to muffle her scream.

 

In rapid order I pulled up her panties and jeans so that

Belle could secure them before Jill came within view.

 

"I need to go to the bathroom," Belle announced

as she hopped up and hurried to the downstairs lavatory in her socking feet.
Jill snuck over, retrieved the remote control off the coffee table, and then
headed to her chair.

 

"Zane, you may want to wash up before you eat,"

Jill said, somewhat embarrassed by the request. That was mostly likely brought
on by either the glistening residue on my lower face, the damp spot on the
sofa, and/or the smell of Belle's sexuality in the air. I'm an idiot but not a
total moron; I headed off the bathroom as well.

 

"I think Jill knows," I sighed to Belle as we

maneuvered around the sink.

 

"Ya think?" Belle laughed. "I tell you

what; I'll tell Jill that I'll keep my boots off the furniture from now on.
Let's see what she makes of that."

 

I was afraid of what it looked like.

 

"She'll probably think that you've bribed me with

sex," Belle gave me a hip nudge.

 

"That's wonderful," I groaned.

 

"It's the truth," Belle snickered. "She's

a brutal bitch but she never lies to you."

 

"True enough," I conceded; the Truth was a

brutal bitch indeed and didn't play favorites.

 

"Tell me something, Zane; why do you feel entitled

to put your hands on me?" she asked.

 

"Entitled? I feel damn lucky for every opportunity I

have with you. When I see you looking horny, I jump at the chance," I
informed her. "It's not like I have to psyche myself into wanting to be
with you, Belle." This is usually when I have to explain my love and
attentiveness theory to women. Belle barely shrugged as she exited the room and
joined Jill in the living room.

 

"Zane's convinced me to leave my boots at the

door," Belle spoke up. She had resumed her seat on the sofa.

 

"Oh, I, well, thank you," Jill managed to get

out.

 

"Jill, I'll also start asking you about some of the

crap I do, in case any of it annoys you," Belle continued. "I know
Zane dropped me in your lap; you've been cool about it."

 

"Thank you, Belle," Jill smiled. "It has

actually been quite nice to have someone home when I get in. You don't really
appreciate companionship until you find yourself home alone."

 

"No problem, Jill. These accommodations beat my last

place and the company is ten times better," Belle mused.

 

"I'm glad you are here too," I added. "I

also have some business to discuss really quickly. Belle, could you help us buy
some motorcycles tomorrow afternoon? Second, I asked two girls to come over for
a movie Saturday night, if that's okay?"

 

"Sure, I'll go shopping with your psycho pack. As

for the girls, anyone we know?" Belle prodded.

 

"Erin and Gerry, the two girls who invited the gang

out to a party last Saturday night," I related. "I said I would spend
some time with them but I let that fall through. They decided to let me make it
up to them."

 

"'Decided to let you make it up to them?' "

Belle laughed. "You are one weird dude."

 

"What? I don't understand," Jill worried.

"Did Zane do something wrong?"

 

"Nah. Most guys who blow off a girl either don't

worry about it or don't call back," Belle kept chuckling. "Your
nephew is more than a bit odd."

 

I threw up my hands in disgust before turning and getting

my dinner. I joined the two ladies, ate my dinner, and kissed Aunt Jill
goodnight and made for the door. I caught Belle giving me a curious look so I
doubled back and gave her a kiss on the cheek too. She looked more amused than
anything else, seeing me in a domestic light must have seemed hilarious to her.

 

I would have been worried about her having a negative

reaction except I knew Belle didn't operate under life's normal restrictions.
She could be chief bad-ass bitch of a 1% club and devotedly religious Aunt
Jill's guardian at the same time. It was her ability to not give a damn about
anyone else's opinions of her yet still hold a great deal of empathy for those
she chose to care about that I valued so much.

 

JUGGLING DYNAMITE

 

"Zane," Cassandra, a junior, caught me heading

from the parking lot to my dorm. "Handmaiden's Duty." Technically, it
wasn't nine o'clock yet so I was vulnerable.

 

"Hey, Cassandra, what would you like me to do?"

I inquired politely.

 

"Lick me to unconsciousness," she smiled. Wait!

Wasn't she a Rhaine supporter?

 

"What!" I gasped. That was a little extreme for

even my unconventional life path.

 

"I am just kidding," she giggled. "I want

you to be my towel boy this evening."

 

"Let's go up to your room," she took my hand,

"I want to pick out your swimsuit."

 

"Holy Hell," I muttered. I knew I should have

stayed away from that Brazilian website. You were safe inside your dorm room
from this tradition, unless your duty takes you into one.

 

Paige materialized at my side as I cleared the stairwell.

How my albino lover felt about the African-American woman leading me, she
didn't show. Cassandra was a deep, rich brown color with straight hair that
went well past her shoulders, both an interesting contrast to Paige's startling
white. Cassandra was also a 40 D bra size and was the proud owner of an ass
that was right on the safe side of being too much.

 

It wasn't worth mentioning that her father was also a

partner in one of Florida's largest and most prestigious law firms. That she
fully expected a video of her in a hot tub with me in, or close by, was a
given. I had no clue as to why she wanted to piss daddy off because all I
really could think about was which bikini she would chose.

 

"There is someone waiting for you in the

bedroom," Paige whispered in my ear. My sexual antics are usually
broadcast, which made me wonder why Paige was being clandestine about it. I
knew why the moment I passed around the last screen and saw who was on my bed,
Gabrielle Black. She looked at ease, though she studied my approach. I had to
work out what she might want, which wasn't easy, but I do have a way with women
it seems.

 

"What would your five best movies be?" I tossed

out there as I collapsed on my back on the bed next to her. "Reign of Fire,
Dragon Wars, "

 

"Dragonslayer," Gabrielle declared. "It

was my first and probably my favorite," she reclined at my side close
enough so that I could make out her face looking down at me as we spoke.

 

"Pete's Dragon?" I teased, reference my earlier

idiocy for an explanation.

 

"No," she replied crisply. "Never say

those words together ever again, and if the next words out of your mouth are
The Never Ending Story, I'll skull fuck you with your own pancreas." I was
left with no doubt as to her ability and willingness to do just such a thing.
Being Gabrielle's only friend was proving to be a threat to my physical
well-being.

 

"Dragonheart." I elected to live. Gabrielle

nodded.

 

"Dragonslayer, Dragonheart, Reign of Fire, Dragon

Wars, and Erogen," she listed off her favorites. "I've considered Q
as well."

 

"Oh, the hell you say," I gasped. I rolled over

to playfully smack her on her ass and pain ensued, my pain, as she grabbed and
twisted my wrist effortlessly.

 

"No," I seethed through the agony, "Q gets

an ass-swat. You'll have to break it because I'm not letting you get away with
comparing that dog Q to Reign of Fire." Then I rolled my head and screamed
into the comforter because I've had my nuts ground into a puree and that didn't
hold a candle to this level of pain.

 

"You are not touching me like that," Gabrielle

whispered to me. She may have been talking normally; I was still screaming into
the sheets because she hadn't let up. When she did, I gasped, "No, not
gonna, and the pain returned. Things were fading to black and the only thing I
could focus on was biting my own arm off to end my suffering.

 

"You really can take a beating, Zane,"

Gabrielle noted. "I've known people to pass out after ten seconds of this
hold and you've broken thirty. I am mildly impressed." She let go and like
a switch, the pain vanished, though the arm was numb. I pushed up with my good
arm until I was kneeling before the still reclining Gabrielle.

 

"Don't," she warned, already discerning my

intentions.

 

"It is not happening," I ground out. "Q

does not stand in the hierarchy of dragon movies unless you want to drag Harry
Potter in too."

 

"You are not laying a hand on me," she warned.

 

"You are going to have to break my other arm to stop

me," I shrugged. I moved my other hand forward slowly. When I broke the
plane of her body, she grabbed my other wrist.

 

"Your arm is not broken, only suffering from a

paralysis that will fade within four or five minutes. Now stop it."

 

I tried to brute my way past her; she twisted the wrist

and popped my shoulder joint. Oddly there wasn't too much pain, though my arm
went limp. She leveraged me from a kneeling position to the vertical. I was
starting to worry (yes, just starting) that I'd pissed her off when she mounted
me, my useless arms pinned to my side, and she looked down at me.

 

"I find you amusing," she stated calmly.

"I am not saying you are a joke; you are willing to express playfulness
despite your own pain and other people's resistance." I wiggled beneath
her. A less experienced person would have assumed I was trying to break free.
Gabrielle worked it out in seconds. She unzipped her shirt half way down then
leaned down so that her bulletproof sports bra was in my face.

 

"If I don't do this, I'll end up killing you,"

she explained. I didn't get her ass but I was getting her cleavage, what a
wacky world I lived in.

 

"Mumph," I replied. I was busy kissing the top

of each breast above the bra and licking the valley between as rapidly as I could.
I wasn't sure how patient she would be.

 

"Time for you to get to the meeting outside,"

Gabrielle explained. She moved off me to one side and began massaging my arms.
"I'll reconsider Q but don't hold your breath," she added as we got
off the bed and headed out.

 

"I still owe you an ass-paddling," I groaned.

 

"Forty-seven minutes," Gabrielle pointed out.

"That is the time it takes to dig and fill in a three foot deep grave for
a man of your height and weight. You might want to keep that in mind."

 

"Why? I don't know any guys of my height and

weight," I smiled at her. What she said next made less sense at the
moment.

 

"Too bad you are an only child; you would have made

one hell of a big brother," she nodded.

 

"Gabrielle, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?"

I asked instead.

 

"Had I brought about oxygen deprivation to your

brain, I would have a better understanding of that request," she regarded
me. "With me and my trouble, why would you put your family at risk?"

 

"Family is more than blood; it is those you chose to

let inside, not in your minds but in your souls," I responded. "At
some time you made the choice to live. I'm not trying to do you any favors out
of pity; I'm responding to your desire to overcome all obstacles, and that drive
is worth emulating by me and mine." She nodded once but became
non-communicative once we entered the main room.

 

The rest of the group was gathering: our five educators,

eighteen women I was familiar with in one way or another, plus a handful of
ladies that normally spent some free time with me. I made a point of
approaching the women I believed had been elected to lead their 'tribes'. A
few, like Temperance, Hannah, and Chastity, were well known and liked me.

 

Rhaine and Joy had also come out on top of their respective

tribes and, with nine other girls, made up the majority of the leadership. It
was a bit disheartening to see the Traditionalist had come out on top but with
the memories of the civil strife receding, it made sense that my side would
suffer. The basics hadn't changed; this was still a Christian women's
university.

 

"Zane," Doctor Kennedy began, "I think Ms.

Lane and I will have a list by Monday morning. Do you want us to submit a list
of nominees to you by lunchtime?"

 

"No, I rely on you two to make the right

choices," I answered. "I trust you."

 

"Even if we pick more Traditionalists than

Progressives?" Hudson Lane asked.

 

"The school is not mine but ours, despite what

Doctor Scarlett thinks," I told her. "You two know more about what
makes a better jurist than I do. I'll stand by that belief." I thought
Hudson was just playing with me and by the sparkle in her eyes and the tongue
she flicked across her lips, I was right.

 

"We should have the Nameless selected by Friday

afternoon," Dana informed me. There was no question of me accepting those
names. If you aren't going to listen to your experts, why get them?

 

"Good enough," I said. "Once they have

accepted, have them contact me when they can and we'll work out a good time to
meet with the other Janissaries."

 

"What are the Janissaries?" a newcomer

inquired. I looked at her. "Sage Lincoln," she identified herself.

 

"It is the code word used to describe those who work

on your behalf as part of an executive body: The Advocates, who will administer
disputes between the tribes, and the Nameless enforce your, the tribal
leaders', and the Advocates' decisions," Christina announced.

 

"Why do we need any of this?" a second girl,

KayLeigh Miller, asked.

 

"The stronger the tribal leaders and the Janissaries

are, the less power I have," I explained. "Think about it: I'm not
mediating disputes or forcing ladies to do things, you women are. All the
Janissaries are chosen by the five female educators in this room. The Tribal
leaders can impeach any of them at any time. It is all on you to rule
yourselves."

 

"How can we be sure you stay out of things?"

Rhaine wondered.

 

"I'm not staying out of things," I reasoned.

"I'm the human shield. If the tribal council needs money, I ask for the
money. If there is no amicable solution to our problems, the Advocates can
bring me in. If there is a problem with the Administration, you ladies
formulate our response and I present it. Face it: If it is a crappy job, you
ladies give it to me."

 

"It is rumored that we, the tribal leaders, can vote

you out of school," KayLeigh volunteered.

 

"Can you get voted out of school?" I countered.

 

"No. My parents paid for me to be here," she

replied.

 

"Then why would I be any different?" I grinned.

"Honestly, what I suggested was that I could be voted out as Mediator, but
I have since been given the impression that the Vice Chancellor would only
allow a male student to hold the spot, so you are currently stuck with
me."

To be continued in part 26, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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