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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 26
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 26
A New Student (tribal) Council
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
podcast at Explicit
Novels.
If you can't look in a mirror and laugh at yourself, cut off the
light
"Can we put other restrictions on you?" Simone
Brady prodded.
"This is not the 'Zane' show," Virginia
Goodswell interjected. "We need to decide when the new Student government
will meet, I suggest Tuesday nights, and how we are going to conduct
business."
"We can start by deciding where we meet,"
Chastity spoke up. "I vote for Zane's place."
"What's wrong with the Assembly Hall, where we've
always met?" Rhaine countered.
"Rhaine, you are drinking a Doctor Pepper, KayLeigh,
you are drinking a grape juice, and Joy was eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream
with chocolate syrup when I got here," Hope snickered. "You have hot
plates and microwaves too, if needed."
Rhaine, Joy, and KayLeigh, all Traditionalists, looked
guilty. They also looked like they treasured their creature comforts because
they weren't running for the door.
"It is a nice place," KayLeigh admitted.
"And you don't get to come back up here
otherwise," Rio grinned evilly. "This floor is devoted to the
freshman class."
"There are a lot of upperclassmen up here right
now," Rhaine pointed out.
"Those are what you would call 'friends'," Rio
sneered. "If you weren't freaking evil, you might have some."
"Please don't put it that way," I requested of
Rio. Rio had every reason to be cranky. Mercy looked even more exhausted
sitting at her side.
"Zane will arrange the room to fit your needs,"
Christina finally spoke, "I guarantee it."
"You think you can control him?" Rhaine shot
back.
"I'm not afraid of him; he's not some wild beast. I
ask him to do things for me and he does," Christina chided Rhaine. "He
is like any other freshman; it is that simple."
"He's rather mouthy for a freshman," Hannah
joked.
"Well, maybe if you put my mouth to other
uses," I bantered back. There was a moment of silence followed by Dana
Gorman taking up her bottled water and walking over to me. She smiled down at
my seated form while she poured out the remaining water onto my crown.
"Cool off, Casanova," Dana cautioned me
playfully before returning to her seat.
"Exactly why do you keep her around again?" Rio
slapped my shoulder.
"Can you imagine how insufferable Christina would be
if Coach didn't keep her in line?" I smiled. Christina rolled her eyes
while Rio chuckled. Virginia stood up and cleared her throat.
"I want to make sure that all the ladies, plus Zane,
plan to make this experiment work. It is rather pointless to proceed if any of
you can't be honest now," Virginia, my Spiritual Advisor, poled the
audience. Most of the girls looked around to see who would do what but no one
jumped.
"I think it is safe to say that we students will
stay true to the Vice Chancellor's plan, though this is not an endorsement of
Zane, his conduct, or even his continued presence here," Rhaine spoke for
the group.
"With that settled, we can call it a night,"
Doctor Kennedy declared. "Ladies, consider what issues we need to deal
with so we can bring them up next Tuesday night, 9 pm."
"Who do we send the itinerary to?" Simone
inquired.
"Zane," Hudson Lane volunteered me.
"I nominate Faith De Young (of Christina's inner
circle) to be our Secretary of Record, if she wants the job," I said.
Faith looked completely taken off-guard but nodded quickly.
"I'll do it," she made clear. The meeting broke
up soon after with most of the student leadership departing. Dana, Hudson, and
Christina & company hung around a little longer.
"Not the Glamorous Gremlin?" Rio teased me on
my choice of Secretary. She gasped and nearly fell over right after that. Iona
smiled softly and shook her head. She realized that she was still a freshman
and her day would come.
"Ah, here's one of the controllers," Heaven
gave a devilish smile as she handed the device over to Rio. Miraculously, the
other three sexual wonders were also handed over, ending the threat of torture
for the day.
"I see a spanking machine in you bitches'
future," Rio snarled at Chastity, Hope, Heaven, Faith, and Christina.
"I swear, I tried to get one of those damn things
all day long," Valarie griped. "You would think that after setting
this up, someone would have given me one, but no, I am a freshman so I don't
get to play the game."
"It was you!" Rio screamed, and lunged at
Valarie, who comically batted her away as Vivian and Mercy intervened.
"Yes," Val laughed, "but it was Iona who
figured out how to have captured your days by enlisting the aid of classmates
with video phones. I can tell today's footage is going to be a classic."
"Why did you do it?" Vivian asked Valarie.
"I had revenge on Rio and made Mercy ecstatically
happy; it was a win-win," Val grinned vindictively. It was a credit to
Rio's berserk nature that no one asked what Rio had done to warrant revenge;
everyone automatically assumed that Valarie was justified.
"Everyone's sympathy is under-whelming," Rio
grumbled. "Come on, Mercy, let's get these things off."
"Do we have to?" Mercy pleaded softly. Hell, I
imagine she could barely stand but apparently, her limit to sexual
overstimulation was unconsciousness. Rio used one finger to hook Mercy's collar
and pulled her close.
"How dare you talk back," Rio whispered, but I
was close enough to hear. "I was going to settle for the vibrating nipple
clamps that arrived today but now I'm thinking a few dozen paddle blows, to
each cheek, are in your future, you annoying little bitch."
Annoying was Mercy and Rio's code word for 'love'; Rio
simply couldn't stand the 'L' word.
"Vibrating nipple clamps?" Christina was both
confused and amused. "Where do you people come up with this stuff?"
"Adam and Eve," Rio shot back without batting
an eye. "Wait until I have Mercy's nipples and lips pierced; then the real
fun begins."
"I don't think Mercy should have her lips
pierced," Vivian suggested forcefully. "They'd be glaringly
obvious." Rio groaned and sighed.
"Not those lips," Rio clarified. "The other
ones, you know, labia, cunt lips, cunt etc." There was a pregnant pause in
the room. "Attach vibrator wires to those bad boys and Wow! Let the magic
begin."
Mercy and Rio really were made for each other; they were both
salivating at the prospect. Thankfully, I saw Cassandra hovering around and
looking ready for me to start playing towel boy.
"Ladies, one last duty to perform and then my day is
done," I attempted my exit.
"Zane, is it alright if I spend the night?"
Hope ambushed me.
"Of course," I smiled, because I'm a fucking
idiot who is an embarrassment to the very concept of the mentally challenged
and a parody of every teen boy date flick. I was already spending time with
Iona, Paige, Barbie Lynn, and now Hope.
Maybe I can find a way to have a secret government space
array shoot an earthquake laser at my feet so a pit opens up underneath me and
I plummet to a fiery death at the Earth's core. Maybe I watch too much bad TV.
"Iona, did my Viagra arrive yet," I teased my
buddy. "I'm going to need a pill tonight."
"Oh, Zane, I don't think we have any but I'll go
online and see what I can get for you," Iona replied in all seriousness.
"I know some guys who smuggle them in from
Mexico," Valarie offered. "I'll make some calls."
"That is so cool!" Barbie Lynn clapped her
hands. "Now he'll never go down. I can ride him all night long." She
hugged me while a fearful vision of my desiccated, sperm-drained husk lying
open-eyed and lifeless on my bed danced before my eyes.
"Zane?" Cassandra called out.
"Oh, yes, towel boy and bikini selection," I
muttered. I gravitated her way, took her hand, and led her to my room.
"What's that about?" Vivian mused.
"Handmaiden's Duty," Iona informed the ladies.
"He picks out a bikini for her and acts as pool boy while she's in the
Jacuzzi."
"I hope someone cleans that thing from time to
time," Faith shuddered.
"Every morning at ten o'clock it is drained and
cleaned, and the filter cleaned every Monday," Iona droned on without even
looking up. The rest of that exchange was lost as I retreated to my bedroom.
What followed could be blamed on Cassandra accidently
dropping her drink in the Jacuzzi and me having to retrieve it; it was an unopened
soda can. Or maybe it could be blamed on the surprisingly conservative (for my
room) white and black striped bikini she wore. Whatever was the catalyst,
inside five minutes I had Cassandra out of her suit, front to front, her crotch
pressing me against the side of the Jacuzzi with my head barely above water
while she rode my face in a pattern and energy that reminded me of Hawaii's
North Shore.
Cassandra was pounding the back of my head against the
wood wall as she drove her cunt over my lips and tongue again and again.
"Oh, Baby, you are so much better than my
fingers," she communicated with an erotic growl. "Keep it up, keep it
up!" She was the one in the control of the sexual rhythm so I was not sure
what else I might do but keep licking and sucking as hard as I could.
I was finally able to run a hand along her chocolate
flesh until I managed to push against her sternum and got her to roll her
shoulders back. That allowed me to start massaging and stroking one of her
breasts while my other hand got between her legs from behind and gently
penetrated her cunt.
"Za, za, za, Zane!" she screamed out. Note to
self: Add earplugs to my Must Have List.
Cassandra slathered my nose, lips, and chin with her
rather scalding, light to the tongue and tasty fluids. If she wasn't still
trying to give me a concussion with her hips I might have enjoyed it more. As
her orgasm dissipated, she slid down my body with a sated sigh. Her legs were
outside mine so as she descended, her cunt came to rest on my Speedo-encased
cock. Saying that my cock was hard would be like saying snow is cold or the
English love their soccer; pretty much a given.
Her eyes grew wide when she realized where she rested.
She's a senior and a virgin in a Christian Girl's school, she began humping me,
of course. Being Cassandra, she began humping me hard and thumping her way to
another climax.
"Zane, I am totally rethinking you being allowed on
campus," Cassandra panted.
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" I
wondered. At this time I had one finger lightly in her cunt as my other hand
tenderly tweaked one of her nipples.
"Oh, I think every junior and senior should have
their own personal freshman boy to keep under control with a strong hand,"
she grinned while she kept working my rod over with her cunt.
"Wouldn't it be nice if we developed a peaceful,
platonic relationship based on mutual trust and respect?" I suggested
hopefully. Cassandra gave a deep, throaty laugh.
"You're funny, but no," she grinned evilly.
"After all, if that was the case, I couldn't do this: Zane, suck my other
nipple, suck it hard, while I play with your fat phallus." Oh yeah, I love
the way this is going (insert internalized weeping).
She worked out my cock painfully fast and began rubbing
it deeply between her labia, to the point I felt the tightness of her vaginal
walls on my cockhead.
"Zane, you know a whole lot about the sex
stuff," she stated. "What's a cock ring?" Oh, HELL No! I have
enough difficulty ejaculating as is. The last thing I need is something that
allows another to make the prospects of my ejaculation even dimmer.
"It's a device, a ring, that is placed over the base
of the cock to restrict blood flow, thus allowing longer erections," I
grudgingly confessed. "Thinking about getting one, as a Christmas present,
for someone out of state?"
"So, you could have intercourse, for a long time,
and not ejaculate, so a girl would be, safe, in fucking you raw?"
Cassandra's voice was becoming more strained.
"Technically, yes, but a little music, some
hand-holding, and dinner at McDonald's would suffice in getting me
aroused," I tried to explain. "There is no need for, something like
that."
"Zane, clearly God put you, on this campus as a test
for, true believers," Cassandra related, "And every woman here needs,
to be tested, A Lot!" she screamed out her second orgasm of the night.
My hands raced down to grab each luscious buttock before
her spasms caused her to slip down my cock and make her virginity a thing of
the past. When my cock slapped against my stomach, I held Cassandra tight until
she calmed down.
"You need to stay on campus during the
weekends," Cassandra moaned with content exhaustion, "so we can use
you more often."
"Why do you think I flee campus every weekend?"
I thought. If she had her way, I'd be walking around with an IV in my arm and
popping Viagra like M&M's. I chose life! If you think I am a coward, step
up and take my place. I'll sneak back into the cemetery at night and put a
flower on your headstone. You can take that permanent smile etched on your face
to your grave, He-Man.
"I have to ask: What brought this on?" I
inquired.
"I received one of Mercy's controls and we shared
the next class," Cassandra confessed. "She glowed with such pleasure
I thought she would pass out. I was suddenly curious."
"I had nothing to do with that," I groaned.
"I swear, it wasn't me." Cassandra placed one hand on each side of my
face.
"Zane, it wasn't you, I know that," she smiled,
"but it is your presence that allowed something like that, her ability to
experience that level of pleasure, that I want to experience. I have to go now.
I need to report to the other girls what it was like so we can figure out what
to do with you next."
You know, if I had been paranoid, I would have been
right, people are plotting against me. Cassandra stood up and stepped onto the
bench so that I was once more facing her puffy, somewhat abused cunt lips
before she swung one leg over me and exited the tub. I closed my eyes and let
my head hang over the side, facing up.
"Towel boy," Cassandra taunted me. I looked at
her. Cassandra was dripping wet and she was extending a towel my way. I pulled
my own tired ass out of the Jacuzzi and tenderly buffed her excellent body
until she was dry. She gave me one last kiss, dressed, and virtually skipped
out of my domain, happy, arrogant and plotting my demise.
I cleaned up, dealt with the Jacuzzi, and took in my
surroundings. The only witnesses to my congress and conversation with Cassandra
were Dana Gorman and Hudson Lane, my voyeuristic adult female 'friends'.
Dana pulled me over as I walked passed her. Hudson Lane
had gone off to get some drinks.
"You and Gabrielle, ?"
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A New Student (tribal) Council
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
podcast at Explicit
Novels.
If you can't look in a mirror and laugh at yourself, cut off the
light
"Can we put other restrictions on you?" Simone
Brady prodded.
"This is not the 'Zane' show," Virginia
Goodswell interjected. "We need to decide when the new Student government
will meet, I suggest Tuesday nights, and how we are going to conduct
business."
"We can start by deciding where we meet,"
Chastity spoke up. "I vote for Zane's place."
"What's wrong with the Assembly Hall, where we've
always met?" Rhaine countered.
"Rhaine, you are drinking a Doctor Pepper, KayLeigh,
you are drinking a grape juice, and Joy was eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream
with chocolate syrup when I got here," Hope snickered. "You have hot
plates and microwaves too, if needed."
Rhaine, Joy, and KayLeigh, all Traditionalists, looked
guilty. They also looked like they treasured their creature comforts because
they weren't running for the door.
"It is a nice place," KayLeigh admitted.
"And you don't get to come back up here
otherwise," Rio grinned evilly. "This floor is devoted to the
freshman class."
"There are a lot of upperclassmen up here right
now," Rhaine pointed out.
"Those are what you would call 'friends'," Rio
sneered. "If you weren't freaking evil, you might have some."
"Please don't put it that way," I requested of
Rio. Rio had every reason to be cranky. Mercy looked even more exhausted
sitting at her side.
"Zane will arrange the room to fit your needs,"
Christina finally spoke, "I guarantee it."
"You think you can control him?" Rhaine shot
back.
"I'm not afraid of him; he's not some wild beast. I
ask him to do things for me and he does," Christina chided Rhaine. "He
is like any other freshman; it is that simple."
"He's rather mouthy for a freshman," Hannah
joked.
"Well, maybe if you put my mouth to other
uses," I bantered back. There was a moment of silence followed by Dana
Gorman taking up her bottled water and walking over to me. She smiled down at
my seated form while she poured out the remaining water onto my crown.
"Cool off, Casanova," Dana cautioned me
playfully before returning to her seat.
"Exactly why do you keep her around again?" Rio
slapped my shoulder.
"Can you imagine how insufferable Christina would be
if Coach didn't keep her in line?" I smiled. Christina rolled her eyes
while Rio chuckled. Virginia stood up and cleared her throat.
"I want to make sure that all the ladies, plus Zane,
plan to make this experiment work. It is rather pointless to proceed if any of
you can't be honest now," Virginia, my Spiritual Advisor, poled the
audience. Most of the girls looked around to see who would do what but no one
jumped.
"I think it is safe to say that we students will
stay true to the Vice Chancellor's plan, though this is not an endorsement of
Zane, his conduct, or even his continued presence here," Rhaine spoke for
the group.
"With that settled, we can call it a night,"
Doctor Kennedy declared. "Ladies, consider what issues we need to deal
with so we can bring them up next Tuesday night, 9 pm."
"Who do we send the itinerary to?" Simone
inquired.
"Zane," Hudson Lane volunteered me.
"I nominate Faith De Young (of Christina's inner
circle) to be our Secretary of Record, if she wants the job," I said.
Faith looked completely taken off-guard but nodded quickly.
"I'll do it," she made clear. The meeting broke
up soon after with most of the student leadership departing. Dana, Hudson, and
Christina & company hung around a little longer.
"Not the Glamorous Gremlin?" Rio teased me on
my choice of Secretary. She gasped and nearly fell over right after that. Iona
smiled softly and shook her head. She realized that she was still a freshman
and her day would come.
"Ah, here's one of the controllers," Heaven
gave a devilish smile as she handed the device over to Rio. Miraculously, the
other three sexual wonders were also handed over, ending the threat of torture
for the day.
"I see a spanking machine in you bitches'
future," Rio snarled at Chastity, Hope, Heaven, Faith, and Christina.
"I swear, I tried to get one of those damn things
all day long," Valarie griped. "You would think that after setting
this up, someone would have given me one, but no, I am a freshman so I don't
get to play the game."
"It was you!" Rio screamed, and lunged at
Valarie, who comically batted her away as Vivian and Mercy intervened.
"Yes," Val laughed, "but it was Iona who
figured out how to have captured your days by enlisting the aid of classmates
with video phones. I can tell today's footage is going to be a classic."
"Why did you do it?" Vivian asked Valarie.
"I had revenge on Rio and made Mercy ecstatically
happy; it was a win-win," Val grinned vindictively. It was a credit to
Rio's berserk nature that no one asked what Rio had done to warrant revenge;
everyone automatically assumed that Valarie was justified.
"Everyone's sympathy is under-whelming," Rio
grumbled. "Come on, Mercy, let's get these things off."
"Do we have to?" Mercy pleaded softly. Hell, I
imagine she could barely stand but apparently, her limit to sexual
overstimulation was unconsciousness. Rio used one finger to hook Mercy's collar
and pulled her close.
"How dare you talk back," Rio whispered, but I
was close enough to hear. "I was going to settle for the vibrating nipple
clamps that arrived today but now I'm thinking a few dozen paddle blows, to
each cheek, are in your future, you annoying little bitch."
Annoying was Mercy and Rio's code word for 'love'; Rio
simply couldn't stand the 'L' word.
"Vibrating nipple clamps?" Christina was both
confused and amused. "Where do you people come up with this stuff?"
"Adam and Eve," Rio shot back without batting
an eye. "Wait until I have Mercy's nipples and lips pierced; then the real
fun begins."
"I don't think Mercy should have her lips
pierced," Vivian suggested forcefully. "They'd be glaringly
obvious." Rio groaned and sighed.
"Not those lips," Rio clarified. "The other
ones, you know, labia, cunt lips, cunt etc." There was a pregnant pause in
the room. "Attach vibrator wires to those bad boys and Wow! Let the magic
begin."
Mercy and Rio really were made for each other; they were both
salivating at the prospect. Thankfully, I saw Cassandra hovering around and
looking ready for me to start playing towel boy.
"Ladies, one last duty to perform and then my day is
done," I attempted my exit.
"Zane, is it alright if I spend the night?"
Hope ambushed me.
"Of course," I smiled, because I'm a fucking
idiot who is an embarrassment to the very concept of the mentally challenged
and a parody of every teen boy date flick. I was already spending time with
Iona, Paige, Barbie Lynn, and now Hope.
Maybe I can find a way to have a secret government space
array shoot an earthquake laser at my feet so a pit opens up underneath me and
I plummet to a fiery death at the Earth's core. Maybe I watch too much bad TV.
"Iona, did my Viagra arrive yet," I teased my
buddy. "I'm going to need a pill tonight."
"Oh, Zane, I don't think we have any but I'll go
online and see what I can get for you," Iona replied in all seriousness.
"I know some guys who smuggle them in from
Mexico," Valarie offered. "I'll make some calls."
"That is so cool!" Barbie Lynn clapped her
hands. "Now he'll never go down. I can ride him all night long." She
hugged me while a fearful vision of my desiccated, sperm-drained husk lying
open-eyed and lifeless on my bed danced before my eyes.
"Zane?" Cassandra called out.
"Oh, yes, towel boy and bikini selection," I
muttered. I gravitated her way, took her hand, and led her to my room.
"What's that about?" Vivian mused.
"Handmaiden's Duty," Iona informed the ladies.
"He picks out a bikini for her and acts as pool boy while she's in the
Jacuzzi."
"I hope someone cleans that thing from time to
time," Faith shuddered.
"Every morning at ten o'clock it is drained and
cleaned, and the filter cleaned every Monday," Iona droned on without even
looking up. The rest of that exchange was lost as I retreated to my bedroom.
What followed could be blamed on Cassandra accidently
dropping her drink in the Jacuzzi and me having to retrieve it; it was an unopened
soda can. Or maybe it could be blamed on the surprisingly conservative (for my
room) white and black striped bikini she wore. Whatever was the catalyst,
inside five minutes I had Cassandra out of her suit, front to front, her crotch
pressing me against the side of the Jacuzzi with my head barely above water
while she rode my face in a pattern and energy that reminded me of Hawaii's
North Shore.
Cassandra was pounding the back of my head against the
wood wall as she drove her cunt over my lips and tongue again and again.
"Oh, Baby, you are so much better than my
fingers," she communicated with an erotic growl. "Keep it up, keep it
up!" She was the one in the control of the sexual rhythm so I was not sure
what else I might do but keep licking and sucking as hard as I could.
I was finally able to run a hand along her chocolate
flesh until I managed to push against her sternum and got her to roll her
shoulders back. That allowed me to start massaging and stroking one of her
breasts while my other hand got between her legs from behind and gently
penetrated her cunt.
"Za, za, za, Zane!" she screamed out. Note to
self: Add earplugs to my Must Have List.
Cassandra slathered my nose, lips, and chin with her
rather scalding, light to the tongue and tasty fluids. If she wasn't still
trying to give me a concussion with her hips I might have enjoyed it more. As
her orgasm dissipated, she slid down my body with a sated sigh. Her legs were
outside mine so as she descended, her cunt came to rest on my Speedo-encased
cock. Saying that my cock was hard would be like saying snow is cold or the
English love their soccer; pretty much a given.
Her eyes grew wide when she realized where she rested.
She's a senior and a virgin in a Christian Girl's school, she began humping me,
of course. Being Cassandra, she began humping me hard and thumping her way to
another climax.
"Zane, I am totally rethinking you being allowed on
campus," Cassandra panted.
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" I
wondered. At this time I had one finger lightly in her cunt as my other hand
tenderly tweaked one of her nipples.
"Oh, I think every junior and senior should have
their own personal freshman boy to keep under control with a strong hand,"
she grinned while she kept working my rod over with her cunt.
"Wouldn't it be nice if we developed a peaceful,
platonic relationship based on mutual trust and respect?" I suggested
hopefully. Cassandra gave a deep, throaty laugh.
"You're funny, but no," she grinned evilly.
"After all, if that was the case, I couldn't do this: Zane, suck my other
nipple, suck it hard, while I play with your fat phallus." Oh yeah, I love
the way this is going (insert internalized weeping).
She worked out my cock painfully fast and began rubbing
it deeply between her labia, to the point I felt the tightness of her vaginal
walls on my cockhead.
"Zane, you know a whole lot about the sex
stuff," she stated. "What's a cock ring?" Oh, HELL No! I have
enough difficulty ejaculating as is. The last thing I need is something that
allows another to make the prospects of my ejaculation even dimmer.
"It's a device, a ring, that is placed over the base
of the cock to restrict blood flow, thus allowing longer erections," I
grudgingly confessed. "Thinking about getting one, as a Christmas present,
for someone out of state?"
"So, you could have intercourse, for a long time,
and not ejaculate, so a girl would be, safe, in fucking you raw?"
Cassandra's voice was becoming more strained.
"Technically, yes, but a little music, some
hand-holding, and dinner at McDonald's would suffice in getting me
aroused," I tried to explain. "There is no need for, something like
that."
"Zane, clearly God put you, on this campus as a test
for, true believers," Cassandra related, "And every woman here needs,
to be tested, A Lot!" she screamed out her second orgasm of the night.
My hands raced down to grab each luscious buttock before
her spasms caused her to slip down my cock and make her virginity a thing of
the past. When my cock slapped against my stomach, I held Cassandra tight until
she calmed down.
"You need to stay on campus during the
weekends," Cassandra moaned with content exhaustion, "so we can use
you more often."
"Why do you think I flee campus every weekend?"
I thought. If she had her way, I'd be walking around with an IV in my arm and
popping Viagra like M&M's. I chose life! If you think I am a coward, step
up and take my place. I'll sneak back into the cemetery at night and put a
flower on your headstone. You can take that permanent smile etched on your face
to your grave, He-Man.
"I have to ask: What brought this on?" I
inquired.
"I received one of Mercy's controls and we shared
the next class," Cassandra confessed. "She glowed with such pleasure
I thought she would pass out. I was suddenly curious."
"I had nothing to do with that," I groaned.
"I swear, it wasn't me." Cassandra placed one hand on each side of my
face.
"Zane, it wasn't you, I know that," she smiled,
"but it is your presence that allowed something like that, her ability to
experience that level of pleasure, that I want to experience. I have to go now.
I need to report to the other girls what it was like so we can figure out what
to do with you next."
You know, if I had been paranoid, I would have been
right, people are plotting against me. Cassandra stood up and stepped onto the
bench so that I was once more facing her puffy, somewhat abused cunt lips
before she swung one leg over me and exited the tub. I closed my eyes and let
my head hang over the side, facing up.
"Towel boy," Cassandra taunted me. I looked at
her. Cassandra was dripping wet and she was extending a towel my way. I pulled
my own tired ass out of the Jacuzzi and tenderly buffed her excellent body
until she was dry. She gave me one last kiss, dressed, and virtually skipped
out of my domain, happy, arrogant and plotting my demise.
I cleaned up, dealt with the Jacuzzi, and took in my
surroundings. The only witnesses to my congress and conversation with Cassandra
were Dana Gorman and Hudson Lane, my voyeuristic adult female 'friends'.
Dana pulled me over as I walked passed her. Hudson Lane
had gone off to get some drinks.
"You and Gabrielle, ?"