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  Nymphomania,

while enticing to consider, is still utter madness when experienced.

"Why Mr. Zane, my Barbie Lynn has told us so many

wonderful things about you," she sounded so sugary that the honeyed words
flowed off her tongue in a manner that was barely coherent. Also, her eyes
flickered to the shower where I'd nailed Barbie Lynn repeatedly for forty
minutes not all that long ago. Next to me Thomas grunted something that sounded
like 'hello'.

"I'm sure she's exaggerated to my betterment," I

pulled that banter out of my tush, my brain was suffering catastrophic blood
loss.

"I can't wait to live in this dorm next year,"

Laramie came across with a nearly a molasses like drawl as well. "Zane,
will you let me use this room next year?"

"Dude! This is your room?" Jefferson perked up.

"Mom, I have to come here next year!"

"Um, yes Laramie, I'm going to hold this room open to

every girl, and perhaps guy, in the dorm. I don't need much space," I
said, "so keep out of the way of housekeeping and we are good. Also, you
are immune from Handmaiden's Duty while here."

"Oh, I was thinking about the game stations, satellite

dishes and cable hook-ups," Jefferson added. Jefferson Davis, that name
rang a bell.

"Come on now Honey, a man can't go to a women's,"

Savannah let that sentence die unfinished. For me, it was keep the lone male
status quo; or to get a good night's sleep'.

"Mrs. Masters, I offer a thin hope for your son; if

your daughter could line up some upstanding seniors and juniors, he might slip
in under the Zane Exception to the enrollment policy," I told her.

"You'd do that for Jeff?" Savannah took off her

sunglasses and bit one of its arms.

"Ma'am, I'd wrestle an alligator blindfolded for your

daughter. I would certainly put in a good word for her brother," I smiled.
I had no idea how tough alligators could be but I knew about crocodiles and
those were some mean mothers in their own right. Still, faced with alligator
wrestling or no anal-sex with Barbie Lynn, I was getting a belt, handbag and
new shoes, damn it.

The odds of getting Jeff in were long, Victoria barely

suffered Heaven being around, and it would take an act of the Southern Baptist
Convention to bring in a male to replace me when I was gone.

"It would give your Father another option for Jefferson

if you could do this Barbie Lynn," Savannah politely replied.

"That would be great," the kid rejoiced. Yes, he

was a fully functioning teenage male.

"Zane can move mountains when he sets his mind to

it," Barbie Lynn winked at me. Thomas saw it but was caught off-guard.

"Let me show you my bedroom," Barbie offered her

kin. They turned and the women sashayed away while Jeff had an almost run-in
with Raven and 'company'. Each woman shot a look over their shoulder and smiled
at me at some point along their journey which boded trouble.

"I apologize, Zane," Thomas mumbled. "I

thought, deep down, you were weak for submitting to your lusts. Now, I don't, I
don't think that anymore."

"Don't sweat it," I smiled. "It is only

another day for me ending in y."

"And don't you be forgetting about me, and how tough it

has been resisting Zane," Vivian warned the man she was hoping to marry.

"A wife should obey her husband," he started,

"and a husband should know when to shut up."

Lunch and what comes after

I dropped Ms. Reveal's lunch off with just enough sassiness

to make her smile and believe that our bad episode was behind us. She sent me
to the Vice Chancellor's office a minute later, and while Doctor Victoria
Scarlett was conversing over the phone, I felt comfortable to set her meal up
in front of her and mine across her desk.

Victoria only had this canned ice tea in her mini-frig so I

swiped two and set one before her and opened mine. I wasn't exactly sure what
it was, it was pretending to be Southern Ice Tea and I pretended to like it.
The best thing I could say about it was it was cold. This was our fourth
"working" lunch where she would insidiously fill my head with her
philosophy and I'd causally remind her that women ran this government, not me;
I was a figurehead.

"What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" she

inquired as she daintily cleaned off some crouton crumbs on her cheek. Her look
was very intense. I wasn't getting 'quite' sexual signs from her but something,
somehow this was personal. That could only mean one thing.

"I'm spending it with Ms. Rio Talen but no set location

has been chosen," I replied.

"Oh," she paused then, "There is a Science

Fiction convention in Seattle that runs from December 29th to through the 1st.
My friends and I are attending and Hical asked about you."

"Deal but we have to fit Rio in," I agreed.

"I can send some Universe, TV and movie series and well

as costuming information for her to look over," Victoria agreed
tentatively.

"No need, she's a Klingon, a small craft captain whose

Father betrayed the Empire and whose survival is a stain on her honor," I
told her. "With that barely constrained fury, she's a natural. You teach
her how to use that bat-a-rang and,"

"Batleth," Victoria interjected.

"Wicked-curved-bladey thing," I continued,

"and you'll see. Oh, I'll need an Orion Slave Girl outfit and some green
body paint for Mercy and all of her stuff by October 30th, cost is not an
object."

"I'll call my outfitter when you leave and I must say

you are taking this rather well," Doctor Scarlet noted.

"Why? I had a blast in your office that time," I

admitted. "As long as I'm not crawling in, screaming fur-balls, I'm okay.
I'll be a human Starfleet Doctor Xeno-biologist who has done surgery on
multiple species. A "Doctors Without Borders" kind of guy. I'll get
Cordelia to build me an actual tricorder, trust me."

We ate, she asked for my sizes, I gave her Rio's and Mercy's

sizes; at the Con we were all 'Next Gen' except Mercy who would be Old School
for Halloween. She offered me a chance to be a Borg but since they all looked
to be in desperate need of a sun tan, I declined. All in all, it barely took
twenty minutes.

"You did a very good job as Mediator this

morning," the Vice Chancellor added as I made to leave.

"It is not so rough," I grinned.

"WWKSD?"

"Wha, oh," she smiled warmly. "What would

King Solomon do, clever."

"Hell, the Bible has a whole book called Judges. This

shit ain't so hard," I laughed as I breezed out the door. Ms. Reveal was
waiting, as was Heaven.

Heaven had to exert some will to not kiss me on the spot.

Christina had lectured us on P D A, public displays of affection, during
Homecoming. The more people who knew about us, the more the outcry and the
stronger Chancellor's radical decision to keep Heaven on as part as the student
body, would be challenged. As it was, our hands would casually brush one
another until we got inside my dorm where I chased Heaven up the stairs, pinching
her ass every time I caught up.

After entering my code, I gauged Heaven's mood deciding we

needed some quiet time; there would be too much traffic over most of the floor,
and Heaven being too vocal, to get away with sex; and cuddling would be fine
anyway. I caught sight of Rio with one of my Marksmanship team mates, Genesis.

"Hey Zane," Genesis stood up. She was a weird one,

going from borderline contempt to grudging respect over the last two weeks. If I
didn't know the impossibilities, I'd think she had a boyfriend. "Hope
wants everyone at the Amory for an equipment check at seven. We leave at
8:15."

Heaven held my hand tightly.

"Boudoir occopodo," Rio snickered as Genesis made

her exit.

Heaven's grip nearly crushed my hand, ouch.

"Babe," I whispered to Heaven, "let me check

this out."

I disentangled myself and went for the wall of screens that

separated my bedroom area from the rest of the floor.

"Get some popcorn and get ready to sit a spell,"

Rio joked to Heaven who grumbled. I went around to see who, or whom, were using
my room.

Inside was not what I expected. Savannah Belafonte Masters

had taken off her top (which was peach) and was rummaging with growing
frustration through Barbie Lynn's bra drawer. I saw some grape juice splashed
on her beige skirt. She saw me, pulled up her shirt to cover her bra-covered
assets while looking a bit fearful and upset.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked softly.

"It is my bedroom," I replied. "What are you

doing in my bedroom?"

"But, but Barbie Lynn's stuff is in here," she

gasped.

"That would because it is her room too, we sleep

together," I answered. That slowed her up for a second. "Can I help
you with something?"

"I, I, I spilled juice on my shirt," she began.

"And your skirt," I pointed out."

"Oh no," she choked back a sob. "What am I

going to do? I'm a mess and none of Barbie Lynn's bras, shirts, or skirts are
going to fit me." I mused over that for a second.

"I've stashed some bra extensions around here somewhere

and that should allow for the difference is sizes between you and Barbie,"
I said. "Now give me your skirt and I'll find a replacement." She
hesitated so I added. "I'm not going to molest one of my best friends'
mom, Savannah. Give me your skirt and I'll take care of everything." This
time she did it, though I had to turn my back.

I padded back out to Rio and Heaven who had just returned

with the popcorn.

"Rio, Heaven, I need you to break into Chancellor Bazz'

residence and steal a skirt like this," I offered up Savannah's.

"Hell yeah," Rio exulted. "Time for a little

Breaking  Entry."

"Oh, what the fuck," Heaven shrugged. "Count

me in." She gave me a quick kiss and the two miscreants headed out on
their nefarious mission. I went back to the bedroom and stumbled into Savannah,
now with her bra off, eyeing two of Barbie Lynn's double barreled slingshots.
Our eyes locked.

"Right," I spun away. "Bra extensions."

"Zane, do you think I'm attractive?" Barbie Lynn's

Mom asked.

When women say that, they can mean three things;

        

the truth,

        

the lure, or

        

the lie.

Some women want to know if you find them attractive. Others

want you to find them attractive for nefarious means. Lastly, a few woman want to
be reminded that they are beautiful. Savannah was the latter.

"If you are asking me if you are as good looking as

Barbie Lynn, Mrs. Masters, I'll have to say no but that's because you are a
lady who is fully a woman and Barbie Lynn is still leaving some of the girl
behind. There is no comparison. You are both hot," I affirmed.

"I don't know," she sighed. "It is with my

husband, then seeing you and Barbie Lynn, in the shower,

What's wrong with you and your husband, if I may

intrude?" I asked.

"He had an accident at work, one of his factories, and

he hasn't been the same," she sniffed.

"Do you love him?" I questioned.

"Honestly."

"Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "But he's just

not there."

"Do me a favor; come over and sit next to me and I

promise to be as well behaved as a Montana Miner (hey, it is where my family
comes from)," I said as I sat at the foot of the bed. Savannah very, very
reluctantly came over and sat at my bed, but I said nothing.

"Yes?" she broke down and inquired finally.

"I want you to laugh," I related to her softly.

"Laugh, laugh like you do with small kids."

"But, I'm not sure," she began then I poked her in

the ribs. "What?" So I tickled her under her arms. Savannah covered
her breasts by mistake so I got some finger in and began making her giggle and
squirm.

"Stop it," she gasped for breath, so I rolled onto

my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender.

"See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned.

"I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you
simple need to worry a little bit less, and love yourself a little bit
more."

"How do I do that?" she panted.

"I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes

and see what you like, and what your husband might like," I suggested.
"I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager; but not every day is Sunday
school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother.

"But," she stammered.

"There is a screen right over there," I pointed

out, "that you can change behind and the armoire over here has a
mirror."

"But I'll be parading around here, in my bra and

panties," she worried.

"Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged,

"but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less
material. Look at it that way."

"Well, don't ogle, alright?"

"Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll

pluck out my eyes?'

After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and

looking over her shoulder at me with real worry that I might find her either
too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because
they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking the sun. A minute
later she finally spoke up.

"I can't find anything that I think will fit," she

said in desperation. I had the answer to that; I went up and picked out the
clothes Barbie Lynn wore to the concert a few weeks back.

"I can't wear this," she gasped in fright.

"Barbie Lynn wore this to a social function," I

assured her. "It is perfectly fine and you aren't going to leave here in it,
only try it on."

You see, the beauty of this pants/halter top combination was

the lacing. I knew it would fit her, but she'd be showing a bit more flesh than
Barbie had. She looked mortified when she stepped from behind the screens, and
a little better when she saw herself in the mirror. I withheld my comment until
she looked at me.

"I'm dressed like a hussy," she stated sadly.

"No; a hussy dresses like that when she goes to the

supermarket. A wife wears that around the house to remind her husband he's a
man and that she's his woman," Caveman mentality.

Savanna gave her reflection a second, longer glance. This

time she took in the sides, and dare I say, her ass. All her curves were
smoothed out and pulled tight by the leather.

"My ass looks younger," I caught her whispering to

herself.

"My Boobs appear like they are about to bust

free," she addressed me once more.

"Yes Ma'am!  Yes ma'am, they do," I smirked.

"That is the whole purpose of the design of the shirt but I assure you, Barbie
Lynn hasn't had one escape yet."

"Oh, that's nice," she went back to looking at

herself in the mirror.

"Now there are some nice shirts in there, as well as

some, short, skirts," I directed Savannah. She came out in the first
shirt, trying to make the buttons hook but they wouldn't. I came off the bed
and helped her. That is, I left most of them unbuttoned.

"But they, my husband can see my bra," she

worried.

"Mrs. Savannah, that would be the point," I

nodded. "Let him get a peek of the bra." We both heard the quiet
footfalls and it couldn't be Heaven and Rio back so soon. Savannah froze and I
reclined passively on the bed.

"Mom, Zane?" Barbie Lynn gazed back and forth.

"Baby Child," Savannah blathered.

"Wow Mom," Barbie clasped her hands in approval.

"The golden shirt with the plum bra is a wonderful combination for
you."

See, I trusted Barbie Lynn more than her Mother did.

"I was trying on some clothes and, um, Zane was helping

me," Savannah gulped.

"Oh Mom, don't worry about it," Barbie hugged her

mother, "Zane sees eight girls getting dressed every morning. He's used to
it."

"Oh, she trailed off. "So he's safe?"

"I'd never say that," Barbie Lynn glanced back my

way and licked her lips. "But he's a good friend and I think that's more
important. Let's try on this next; the black leather will look good with the
knee boots."

It continued like this for a while. Rio and Heaven slinked

back in with the now rather redundant set of conservative attire. We retreated
to the head of the bead with Heaven snuggling next to me and Rio right beside
her. Heaven and I shared a pillow, on our laps.

"Do you think they have any idea that we're all

bi-sexual," Heaven whispered as Barbie Lynn was prying Savannah into a red
bustier.

"Momma Mia," Rio hissed. "Those are some mounds.

Big fluffy mounds."

"Seriously," Heaven nudged us both, "I'm

going to need a blowjob if this goes on much longer." I moved my hand
behind Heaven, worked it up her skirt and up against her panties until I was
giving her bunghole quite a workout.

"Fine," Heaven ground out. "You can fuck me

but I'm coming all over the sheets damn it."

"What was that?" Savannah called out. "Do you

think this is too much?"

"Oh no Mrs. Masters," Heaven gulped. "If I

wasn't totally into guys I would think you look, delicious."

"Why thank you Ms. Vickers," Savannah smiled.

"And if I wasn't totally into guys I'd have you chained

to this bed and be ripping your clothes off right now," Rio added
gleefully.

"Oh, huh, thank you?" Savanna responded more

cautiously.

When Barbie Lynn, now totally torturing us, convinced her

mother to wear a thong and a short skirt something had to be done. I reclined
sidewise on the bed while Heaven built a pillow fort behind me and Rio dove
under the covers to suck my feisty transvestite off. It was a half-assed
endeavor and a minor miracle that nothing went wrong.

Finally Heaven yanked my shoulder back and took a big bite

out of it. I could hear Rio slurping up Heaven's cum and prayed the others
couldn't.

Is everything okay?" Barbie Lynn called out.

"Heaven's got a muscle cramp but we are working it

out," I fibbed.

Second later, Rio's tussled head reappeared and she punched

Heaven in the ribs.

"Shit Bitch," Rio scooped up some errant semen

with her finger, "Have you been holding that up all week long. You nearly
choked me."

"Why don't you come by every morning and we can work

out an installment plan?" Heaven shot back quietly.

Regrettably, Savannah noticed our, acquisitions and reluctantly

put them on but I caught sight of her running her hand over some of the racier
things left lying around before she and Barbie Lynn left. I had barely gotten
outside with Heaven and Rio, to see if I was needed, when a squeal manifested
right behind my ear and a body slammed into me, bowling me over.

Paige

"Lover!" Paige greeted me. "Mom, Dad, this is

my boyfriend Zane."

Now, I was on my back, on the floor with Paige in my arms

and with her skirt flapping far, far too up her ass when darkness descended on
my world. It took me a moment to realize that the two Joten (Norse giants),
standing behind the sofa were her parents, they were freaking huge! Her Dad
alone looked like he played two simultaneous positions on an NFL team.

Paige's Mother was dainty, only in comparison to her

husband. Not that she's fat, oh no, this woman was simply big boned and brawny.
I had to ask myself: what happened genetically?

"Zane, I want you to meet my parents," Paige

studied my face.

"Sure," my smile wasn't too forced, "but you

have to remember to give me a kiss for luck, for tomorrow's match."

We rose up and my arm easily wrapped around Paige's waist.

Mom and Dad seemed guarded and wary.

"What game do you have tomorrow?" the Dad, Roger;

finally asked.

"Marksmanship Sir. I'm the spotter to the team captain,

Hope Song," I smiled. "I'm Zane Braxton, by the way." I can do
this. I mean, how many other girls here think they have their hooks in me?

"We have the impression that you and our daughter are,

romantically involved," her Mom asked me. It was the way she stated it in
disbelief that astounded me and pissed me off, as if a big healthy strapping
guy like me would choose their 'flawed' daughter.

"Paige is an upperclassmen so mainly we hook up for the

hours of hot sex," I pulled her close.

"Come here, you," I turned and looked down at

Paige she pushed up and kissed me deeply.

"What are you doing with my daughter?" Roger

rumbled.

"I'm kissing my lady," I smiled at him, "What

does it look like I'm doing Sir?"

"I don't know what you think you are going to get out

of this," he snarled.

"Paige," I addressed the sultry albino who was all

but humping my leg at this point, "what do I get out of your
relationship?"

"Hot steamy White Russian sex," she purred in a

Russian accent. Yes, this side of 'poor pitiful Paige' was new to her parents.

"But our daughter can't," the Mom stumbled

verbally.

"Oh yeah, and I'm taking Paige with me on a cross

country motorcycle trip this summer," I kept grinning. "I hope you
don't mind, she's our computer tech and back-up bar bouncer." Maybe the
bar-bouncer bit was too much.

"She'll get hurt," Roger sputtered.

"Ah, I bleed more than she does and there will be a

dozen of us; so if she kicks someone's ass and ends up in jail we'll be able to
bail her out," I kissed Paige's forehead.

"Baby, Paige," Roger muttered softly. "How

about we talk about this?"

"Sure thing, Daddy," Paige agreed. "Zane,

I'll catch up with you before you head out for the tournament." I swatted
her ass, in full view of her parents, which Paige loved. She sauntered off like
a woman victorious.

"You are such an idiot," Rio snickered in my ear.

"That girl is a nut-bag and you are feeding her dynamite."

"Speaking of feeding someone some dynamite,"

Heaven took my hand.

"No one seems to need me at the moment," I

squeezed her hand back. "Let's run for it!" and we raced for the
bedroom like lovers possessed.

Heaven

I lay between Heaven's legs, her thighs arching up against

my own. She wiggled her hips against me and her cock against stomach. I bit down
at her nose but she laughed and turned her face away so I nipped her proffered
neck instead.

"Oh," she gasped. To show me how much she liked

it, she rotated her hips, rubbing my cock around inside her.

"My Honey likes?" I teased.

"You know I do you bastard," she panted.

"Nice, slow and hard."

I withdrew my cock and then eased it back into her depths.

Heaven hisses out her pleasure and with her hands on my shoulders she pulls me
in tight.

"God, I love you," she whispered to me.

"I love the woman grinding up against me too,

Heaven," I smiled to her. She hiccupped in passion then began thrusting
harder up against me until I could feel her ready to erupt. I took hold of her
shoulders and begun pounding her in sympathetic penetrations.

"God Damn!" she seethed into my collarbone.

Dampness flushed up my stomach and onto my chest to the very edge of my neck.
Face to face sex really appealed to Heaven and she was really shooting off hard
because of it. I slowed down; I hadn't ejaculated yet but I didn't want to wear
her down while I worked up to it.

"Oh no you don't," Heaven gasped. "I, I know

what you want," she giggled weakly. Heaven struggled against my hold.

"You don't have to," I said softly.

"I want to you dummy," she kissed me. "Now

let go and I'll roll over."

"No, let me," I related before I leaned in for a

French Kiss full of need. She gave one more surge of defiance then relaxed.
Then I shifted my arm down until I reached the back of her left knee. I pushed
it up until she passed my hip. Heaven was glowing with anticipation. I was
folding her up and then I was going to pound her thoroughly and fully.

Heaven brought up her right leg all on her own but the real

gift was the way she arched her back in ecstasy when I bottomed out in her with
all the muscle power I could muster. We held eye contact as I drove into her
time and time again. A tear escaped her eye and scarred her cheek.

"Babe?" I worried and slowed down.

"I'm happy Zane," she breathed deeply.

"Happy." I resumed my energy and the very essence she was lending me
set me off by surprise.

"Oh God," I gasped and gave her my seed. Heaven

bit her lower lip as I sizzled up her rectum with my hot semen. A smile must
have etched my features because Heaven became quizzical.

"What are you thinking about, Lover?" she asked

softly.

"I think I've had the best homecoming ever," I

answered. It took her a second to get it.

"You can keep coming home as often as you want,"

Heaven licked her lips and bucked her luscious ass against my still rigid rod.

Brandi

Hand in hand, Heaven and I had barely exited my bedroom when

Brandi came rushing up with a girl in hand.

"Hey!" she beamed. "This is my sister, March;

and she's coming here next year. I wanted her to meet you, Zane."

How bad could this be? I squeezed Heaven's hand.

"Hello March, this is Heaven Vickers, my

girlfriend," I shook March's hand with my free limb.

"Hey Zane," March said shyly then, "Brandi

says you do things, with lots of girls here?"

"See how Heaven is smiling," Brandi whispered to

her sister like some conspirator. "He makes me smile just like she
is."

Well, I had to think, not exactly like I do with you.

"Brandi, what did you tell her?" Heaven

intervened.

"I told her," the two giggled, "that he's

magic with his fingers and tongue; and he'll do all the things, to her."

"You pimped Zane out?" Heaven snickered.

"It, it isn't like that," Brandi back-pedaled.

"I sent her a link to his website and told her to hide it from Mom and
Dad."

"And Brandi says we can have sex here with you, and God

won't hold it against us," March piped up. I had to go 'What the Hell?' I
give out dispensations from God? He really ought to tell me these things.

"I wouldn't go that far," I got out.

"Oh, being with Zane is a spiritual experience,"

Heaven snickered. "Ten minutes ago I swear I was seeing Angels." I
wanted to stomp on her toes because March seemed to be buying it.

"Are you a virgin?" March whispered to Heaven.

"I swear on the Bible that Zane's never penetrated my

cunt," Heaven raised up her hand to God.

"Did he, you know, the other way?" Brandi leaned

in expectantly.

"Until I cried tears of joy," Heaven teased her

right back. I really wanted to stomp on Heaven's foot.

"What other way?" March joined the conversation.

"You know, like Barbie Lynn," Brandi giggled to

her sister. Oh fuck.

"Didn't it hurt?" March sounded concerned.

"Oh no," Heaven stroked March's arm. "He's

slow and gentle."

"Okay; fun conversation!" I declared. "I see

someone who wants to kill me. March, you are a beautiful young lady with an
exceptional sister and I'll see you next year." I stormed deeper into my
apartment only to hear.

"Look at that ass go," Heaven sighed.

"Yeah," Brandi murmured. "Those pants are so

tight. They are hot!

Cappadocia

Rio was getting downright mopey when we headed for dinner.

As we were going in, I spotted Cappadocia and what had to be her little
brother, mother and father. I wasn't sure if she wanted to have me meet the
folks so I tried to quietly move passed.

"Zane," she turned and called out. I deviated my

path and went over. Rio tagged along.

"Hello Cappadocia, Mr. and Mrs. Davis and, um, young

man," I greeted them.

"Tobias," the young guy offered his hand and I

shook it.

"This is my good friend Rio Talon," I brought her

forward. Mr. Davis stepped up and shook my hand next. His grip was stronger
than needed in that alpha male style.

"It is good to meet you Mr. Braxton. My little girl

says you are a promising candidate on the new to the first squad," he
grinned smugly.

"Well, Cappy would know, she's Team Captain and I'm

sure she'll be Captain next year when she'll get to decide if I stay on First
Team," I tried to be nice.

"So does it feel bad to be beaten up by girls?" he

joked.

"Well, if I ever get beaten up by a girl I'll let you

know," I gave him my best steely grin. "Here I get beaten up by
women, really tough women." That brought the big guy up short.

"Oh well, my daughters a real fighter alright," he

stammered.

"I believe you, she's knocked me unconscious once, in a

practice session. She laid me out cold for about a minute," I enlightened
him.

"Zane knocked Coach Gorman down Father," Cappy

came to my defense, "and took down three men who threatened some girls
once."

"You girls shouldn't be leaving campus," her

mother chimed in.

"Mother, we go out in groups and we are just

fine," Cappy insisted.

"Are you responsible for this new attitude?" the

Dad asked.

"Sir, I'm one freshmen in a school of 900 women,"

I shrugged. "The fearlessness was here before I ever arrived. It will be
here long after I'm gone. I belief the unofficial motto for the Karate program
is 'I kick ass for the Lord'," I sort of lied. Cappy said it and she
smiled slightly the hear me repeat it.

"Yes," he muttered, "we want our girls to be

strong in their faith for the Lord. It is good to see Cappadocia having a
vibrant faith."

"Oh, I've seen Cappadocia vibrant," I smirked her

way. She restrained herself from hauling me off and punching me because our act
of vibrancy had everything to do with sex and nothing that she wanted to tell
her parents.

Her dad missed it, her young brother wasn't even paying

attention but her mother caught our undercurrent. A smirk creased her face as
she looked the two of us over.

"Cappy dear, you to practice safety when you spar,

don't you?" she cautioned her daughter.

"Yes Momma," Cappy gave a sly smile of her own,

"I'm always careful, even when I have Zane down on the mat."

"As long as you keep control of the situation,"

the Mother nodded.

"You keep winning Girl," the Dad rejoined the

conversation, "because you have one more year of playing around then you
need to find a job and let God give you a husband." Cappy didn't flinch
but I knew how hard she struggled for the team and having it disregarded by
someone who meant so much to her.

"Maybe Cappadocia can either compete on a National

level or train students when she goes home," I offered.

"She's real hardcore," Rio added. "No one

trains as hard as she does and the other girls know it. Hell, when I first met
her I thought she was some Inner City Gangsta Chick, she was such a bad
ass."

There was my girl Rio, the Conversation Killer. Sure, Cappy

was African-American but that never came up with us. As I recalled, she came
from a moderately-sized town outside Atlanta Georgia.

"What?" the father darkened.

"Rio," I tried to pull her away.

"No," Rio growled. "Listen buddy," she

poked the man in the chest. "Your daughter is an athlete and a damn fine
one. If she was a he and in football you'd want him to try for the NFL so why
are you treating your daughter any different?"

"I don't think you know what you are saying young

lady," Cappy's father stated angrily. "Maybe I should have a word or
two with your father."

"My father is a self-righteous self-serving

asshole," Rio began before I started dragging her away, "and he knows
I'd kick his ass if he treated me this way!" she finished screaming at
him.

"Whoa Rio," I calmed her. "The truth is only

going to rub that situation raw."

"Cappy deserves more than that," Rio spat.

"Face it, you are channeling some Mercy into this

Bro," I said. "She'll be okay and back in your arms come Sunday.
Cappy is tougher than her father knows."

"You hope so!" she groused. "I swear, with

some of these bitches, they are perfect bright and confident then you roll a
man around and out go the lights, nobody's home."

"Then we'll have to find a way to set them on fire so

the light never goes out," I suggested. "Face it, you are the schools
premier pyromaniac."

"That I am," Rio grumbled. "I'll find a way

to burn this shit up."

Opal

"Hey you two," Opal greeted Rio and I as we

started eating diner. "What's wrong, Rio?"

"Plotting the end of male domination of the Western

World," Rio grinned wickedly.

"Is there something I need to know," Opal looked

from one of us to the other as she sat at my side. "Are we mounting a
rescue mission for Mercy?"

"Mercy?" Rio said suspiciously.

"Sure," Opal sampled her fare, "give the word

and I'll get six or seven girls together for a run at her family if you need
it." Rio stared at her for a second.

"Why would you?" Rio asked suspiciously.

"A lot of us like her since she came over to our

side," Opal grinned, "and she keeps you in line, most of the
time."

"Just to keep things straight," Rio sneered.

"I keep her in line damn it."

"Oh please," Opal rolled her eyes, "one

little whimper and a look from those soulful eyes and off to the bedroom you
two go."

"Gurrr, as long as everyone knows that she's

mine," Rio was now embarrassed.

"And that's why we would come to help you, Rio,"

Opal gobbled a quick bite. I tried not to laugh.

"Zane," Rio pointed her fork at me, "if you

are trying to tell me I have friends, I'll bleed you like a little bitch."

"Who me?" I grinned. "Perish the thought that

anyone likes you or considers you 'user-friendly'."

"I'm the soul of friendliness, fuck you," she

snipped then smirked at me.

"Opal, Rio met Cappy's dad and that didn't go

well," I enlightened my shower buddy.

"What went wrong?" Opal sighed. With Rio, you

never knew.

"It is the whole bullshit of get your degree, go home,

get married and start pumping out babies because that's some twisted vision of
God's will," Rio stated angrily.

"Most of the girls here are like that Rio," Opal

responded. "Now hold on, they want to get married but we can certainly
help them find the right guy and not some bum foisted on them by their
families."

"Opal, that's positively human of you," Rio

wondered.

"I was the bad girl before you two arrived," Opal

snickered. "I wasn't in your league but I had radical thoughts."

"The first day in the shower showed me as much," I

confessed.

"Well, that first body wash confirmed you weren't a

girl," Opal bumped my hip with hers. "With Rio, well, it took us a
while to figure out she wasn't a guy with a really small cock." Rio
reached across me and smacked Opal.

"My desire to be in the driver's seat doesn't make me a

guy," Rio griped.

"You are only the second person on this campus to have

a girlfriend Rio," Opal rubbed her shoulder. "Give us a chance to
adjust."

"Adjust? I'm hoping for some conversions," Rio

quipped.

"Okay then, what are you doing tonight? Brigit and I

are at loose ends," Opal offered.

Rio stopped eating and looked over at Opal.

"Sure, but the first one to suggest a pillow fight or

that we paint our nails gets an attitude adjustment," Rio demanded.

"I can hear Brigit's quim quivering already," Opal

leered. "It's a date."

Raven, and Paige again

We had packed the last of our firearms away in the van

modified to be a secure courier when the families in attendance and some of the
other students gather around the bus. I spotted Raven hanging back with an
older woman who was a bit heavier than she was. I walked over to make sure she
was okay.

"Hey Raven," I slipped past her guard and gave her

a hug. She tensed up and muttered something.

"What?" I wondered.

"This is my mother, Carol," Raven said softly. She

kept looking down at the ground.

"It is nice to meet you Mr. Braxton," Carol

greeted me. She seemed to be studying me intently as if she was expecting
something from me.

"It is nice to meet you to Ma'am," I grinned.

"Raven is a really good friend to me and I couldn't be doing as well in
English without her."

"Do you and my daughter have a close

relationship?" she pried. I could feel Raven start to fold up next to me
in embarrassment.

"I don't know what you mean?" I inquired.

"Mom, we are just friends," Raven said sadly. Oh,

now I thought I understood.

"Mrs., Raven's Mom, Carol, please understand that being

the only male in such a large female student body, several girls put all kinds
of pressures on me," I began. "Your daughter is unique in that she
treats me like a student first and that she truly helps me get by. If I
couldn't touch base with her from time to time I might go nuts."

"Oh," the Mom sounded somewhat disappointed.

"Raven, how many girls have you helped me get away

from?" I tried a different angle.

"I, Paige, oh God Paige," Raven rumbled then,

"and Barbie Lynn, and Rio and that girl Iona."

"You really do help him with other girls?" Carol

sounded surprised.

"Yes Mom," Raven perked up. "Girls are always

swarming around Zane, they won't let him study unless I'm around." Not
totally the truth but hey.

"I hope you understand that my daughter thinks a great

deal of you," Carol drilled me with her over-productive Momma eyes.

"The feeling is mutual," I nodded. The bus's horn

beeped, it was time for us to board. "Raven, give me a kiss for luck at
the meet?" Raven looked shocked but reached up on her tip-toes and kissed
me on the cheek. I reciprocated the gesture and turned to leave. I had made it
half way when I got blindsided and staggered.

Several kisses smothered my face.

"Hey Lover," Paige panted. "Good luck

shooting shit and taking names."

"I'm a spotter Paige. I don't actually shoot

things," I clarified.

"Good," she purred then stroked my cock.

"Save more of that for me."

"Who is that?" I heard Carol ask her daughter.

"That's Paige," Raven growled with menace. Yeah,

lots of love there.

"Zane," Hope said evenly. We were ready to go. I

gave Paige one more kiss and a squeeze on her ass then slipped passed Hope and
got on the bus.

Hope got on after me and Gorman started up the bus.

"Well, that's not a send-off I'm used to," Genesis

chuckled over Paige and I.

"If it breaks his concentration, it won't be the only

thing I'm sending off," Hope informed the bus to even more chuckles. Hell,
it's a gun club; a bit of bloodthirstiness was to be expected.

Working Past Homecoming.

As Rio and I pulled into the driveway of my house, I noted

both the progress Aunt Jill's contractors were making on the extension being
built to shelter the motorcycles that were now hanging out at the place and
their number. I also saw a bike that I didn't recognize with a brazen gang
emblem on the saddle bags, Stormrider's, not Valarie's.

Rio was still sulking over Mercy being with her parents. It

was Saturday night so she had less than a day to go before Homecoming ended and
Fall Break began. The hope was that Mercy could convince her parents she was
required to stay on campus for the week school was out. Considering what her
family patriarch thought of women's opinions, we didn't think she had a prayer.

"A lot of bikes," Rio noted. "I don't care

what Jill says, I'm grabbing a few beers."

"Don't run around the front yard naked or swing from

the rafters and we'll do fine," I joked. I wasn't going to fight Rio on this,
I was preparing for a hung-over Rio at Church in the morning.

We heard laughter as we stepped onto the porch. I swung the

door open and announced us.

"Jill, it's me and Rio," I said. The laughter died

down and I heard footsteps coming my way.

Jill and I met at the entry to the living room. We hugged,

kissed and then she showed us in. Belle and Willa were regulars and Valarie was
expected. The ginger-haired woman with a beer and a smile was unknown to me,
though.

"Zane, Rio, this is Fontana Palmer, Valarie's

mother," Jill introduced us.

"How's the leg, Old Lady?" Rio grinned. That's Rio

for you. Fontana turned to Valarie.

"You were right, you can't go ten minutes without

wanting to punch her," she chuckled.

"I got it for you," Belle hopped up. Rio, in her

foul mood, was ready to get in a scrap right then and there but I knew that was
plain stupid.

"Come on, Belle," I intervened. "GF

problems."

"Yours or hers?" Belle hesitated.

"Hers," I answered. Belle leaned past me and

looked seriously at Rio.

"Mercy's in trouble?" Belle sounded concerned.

Willa half-turned on the sofa to get a better view of things.

"She's with her," Rio bit down on the expletive

for Jill's sake, "parents."

"Ah, what a bitch," Belle moved past me and led

Rio to the sofa. "Isn't it great when the folks decide that you aren't
good enough for their little pride and joy? Been there, done that."

Belle handed Rio her beer then looked back at me.

"Zane, two more beers," she ordered.

"Hi, Zane," I mocked myself, "Glad to have

you back. How did the match go?"

"It is good to have you back, Zane," Jill touched

my arm. "How did the match go?"

"What was the match in?" Fontana inquired.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Palmer," I corrected my rudeness.

"He was in a marksmanship competition," Valarie

jumped in. "How did you and Hope do?"

"Hope took top spot but it was close," I informed

them. "The number two guy came in .02 points behind and third was .08. The
team took third place." All I have to say is those two guys scared the
crap out of me. Apparently they shoot moose with .22's in their spare time or
some shit like that.

"Congratulations, Zane," Willa grinned. The room

followed suit, except for Rio. I motioned Jill to return to her chair and made
for the stairs.

"Beers, bitch," Belle teased me. "Sorry,

Jill, beers, Punk." I opted to not make a scene so I dropped my bag, went
to the fridge, and got two beers.

By the time I got back, Rio had buried her first beer and

grabbed for her second. Belle took hers and winked.

"What? No tip?" I wondered.

"Oh, what were you expecting?" Belle tilted back

her head.

I ran a hand through her hair, leaned in and kissed her on

the lips. Our tongues darted forth, then danced back and forth within our
mouths. I put a hand on her shoulder then let it migrate down to her breast. I
squeezed it gently and Belle moaned. I broke the kiss and smiled at her.

"That'll do," I chuckled. Belle's eyes were alight

and she was smiling as well.

Jill was looking into the fireplace and blushing, Rio was blas ,

working through her beer, but the other three women were staring at me.

"Beer, Zane," Valarie leered. Fontana, far from

being protective, patted her daughter on the shoulder.

"Oh, hell no," I waved off. "I was crawling

through the woods all morning then spent the rest of the day riding in a bus
with other smelly athletes. I'm putting my bag in my room and taking a
shower."

"Are you sure you know what to do showering

alone?" Valarie called after me. Bitch.

The first thing I noted was that someone had been sleeping

in my bed. My money was on Fontana. I'd deal with that later but at the moment,
all I wanted to do was get clean. As the hot water scalded away the grime and
sweat I thought happy thoughts about Hope. She hadn't complimented me but she
hadn't a bad thing to say about my performance either.

In a way I felt 'in the zone'. I caught the range, slope and

wind changes like a pro and I thought her score showed it. I knew she wanted
the team to do better but with the youth of the squad, coming in third out of a
field of twelve felt good to me. For Hope, nothing short of first would do.

By the time I got downstairs, I was shirtless, wearing gym

shorts, and drying my hair with a towel. The group had migrated to the den, the
TV was on, and the conversation was muted. Jill's look told me I should have
put on more clothes. I only wanted to unwind. The looks the other women were
giving me were far less motherly.

I groaned, shook my head and went to the kitchen for some

OJ. When I returned, I looked around for a seat and decided to sit down at
Jill's feet. She leaned forward and patted my shoulder. That was fine. Valarie
and her mother constantly stealing my glances my way was less so.

Rio was nursing a beer and her hurt feelings, Belle was

running her hand through Rio's hair in a strangely comforting gesture, and
Willa seemed amused by the whole affair. At the commercial break, Fontana stood
up.

"Zane, can I talk to you alone for a minute,

outside," she requested.

"Sure," I half stood then, "Wait, does this

involve me and pain?" She snorted mirthfully.

"No," she smirked. "If you behave I won't

hurt you too much."

"Go on, you wuss," Rio teased. "It isn't like

you've despoiled her daughter or anything."

"But I didn't," I explained desperately.

"That's right," Willa joked. "It isn't like

you two have rolled around in that, it's not a bed. What is it?"

"It is a sleeping platform," I mumbled. "I

got tired of girls taking a header off my bed."

"That's awful considerate of you," Fontana smiled

warmly. "A moment, please."

I followed her into the hall, then reluctantly outside to

the porch. I was wearing shorts and it was cold so I folded my arms to conserve
some warmth. Fontana moved a few more steps down the porch, turned, and looked
me over.

"Zane, thank you for being a good friend to

Valarie," Fontana began.

That wasn't what I was expecting to hear.

"Umm, okay," I responded.

"See," Fontana went on, "when her father

forced this on her to make her into his mold of what a good Christian woman
should be, I was afraid the experience would leave her bitter."

"Why is she doing this anyway?" I asked.

"She's eighteen and can make her own choices."

"Oh," Fontana mused thoughtfully. She paced back

and forth once. "She likes you so much I assumed she told you." She
paused for a moment. "After my problem with the law, my ex threatened to
keep my other two daughters from me unless Valarie came to FFU."

"Oh, the fuck you say," I growled. My arms came

down and I balled up my fists. "Listen, I know a pretty good lawyer if you
want someone to have another go at your case, or I can shove his head down a
toilet until he changes his mind." Fontana laughed.

"No, you are doing enough. Stormriders take care of

themselves most of the time but it's good to have friends too," Fontana
smiled.

"Valarie is having a great time at school. She likes

the girls she's met, well, some of them, and she's happy that so many are
heading out our way over the summer," Fontana went on. "She's very
proud."

"I would have never guessed," I replied

sarcastically.

"No, really," Fontana faked her surprise well.

"I know she hides it well but she's really proud of where she comes from.
Honest." She paused again. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

"Why haven't you and my daughter hooked up? She won't tell

me," Fontana questioned.

"I'm not sure," I worked out. "I've never

pressed her. She may not like having sex with the eternal audience that hovers
around me. Maybe she's respectful of all the other women in my life right now.
All those answers sound plausible."

"Ha," Fontana laughed. "Stormriders aren't

exactly bashful. She says your girlfriend, Heaven, shares but I think she
really likes you because you aren't hitting on her."

"She likes me because I respect her boundaries? Oh,

Gawd," I groaned. "At times I really wish I was an asshole. As it is,
I'm afraid that one day my cock is going to fall off." Fontana walked up,
patted my crotch.

"That would be a pity," she whispered into my ear

before heading inside.

Because I Must Secretly Abhor a Good Night's Sleep

Later that evening

At school, I slept on a contraption that easily slept twelve

and was often occupied by eight. I go home so I can sleep, on the sofa? See,
Valarie and her mom were in my room, they were guests after all. In the
prepared guest room, now Belle's room, Willa and Belle had crashed out. We had
three other rooms upstairs but Jill hadn't gotten around into making anything
of them.

Rio was supposed to join Valarie and Fontana in my bed but

somewhere between the 12 and 20 beers she and Belle were sharing; Rio decided
to grab a throw pillow, curl up on the floor and pass out/go to sleep. An
effort to rouse her failed so I put a quilt over her and let her sleep it off.
After 11:00 Jill went upstairs and the rest followed her to bed. I put a few logs
on the fire and laid down to sleep on the sofa.

I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour when I felt

something nudge my hip. I looked up to see Fontana's ass pressed against my
side, her looking down into my eyes. Fontana was beautiful but in a hard,
flinty way. She was mature but compact, like a she-wolf with little padding or
softness to her.

Her long ginger hair was pulled back in a ponytail though

her bangs were hanging loose. She wore a tight grey t-shirt that said 'Eyes
Up!' that highlighted her breasts. Sure, a bit of a sag in her 36C's but very
nice. The shirt only came halfway down her belly, fully exposing her bright red
bikini brief panties to my gaze.

Her eyes were the same blue as Valarie's and danced in the

fading fire's light. There were lines around her eyes and her face was
weathered but strong. I could have stupidly asked what she wanted but, hey, she
was sitting next to me, dressed like that after 'lights out'. I propped my
upper body with my right elbow while reaching out with my left and cupping her
right cheek.

As I drew her to me, Fontana twisted her body around so that

she straddled me. I had to scoot my body toward the edge to give her knee room
to settle down. She kissed me with a steady intensity that slowly pushed my
head back to my pillow.

"Man, you are easy," she breathed playfully after

we broke a long embrace.

"I thought I'd have to explain myself or some other

shit like that," she added.

"If there's anything else I need to know, you'll tell

me," I said softly as I brushed her bangs aside. "I figure Valarie
already knows you are down here."

"Oh, yeah," she laughed. Rio stirred on the floor.

"Some chick named Leigh crawled through your

window," Fontana whispered.

"Oh, sorry about that," I muttered.

"That's okay," Fontana grinned. "Val sent her

over to Belle's room." Oh, yeah, there was going to be some feedback on
that; feeding a sorority/college chick to Belle in the middle of the night.

I had to go get Leigh, eventually. I didn't want to be rude

to Fontana, though. I put both hands to the side of Fontana's head and pulled
her back into a deep French kiss. We hummed and moaned for several minutes,
doing nothing more than twisting our tongues and saliva back and forth.

When Fontana finally came back up for air, she was really

smiling.

"You don't just fuck a girl, do you?" she

snickered. "This is nice, but I still want to get fucked." She began
grinding her crotch against me so I decided to move things along. I let my arms
gently drop down her front, fondling her breasts briefly before moving down to
her panties.

Being subtle, I put two of my fingers from each hand inside

her panties and worked them down the miniscule distance allowed by her legs
being spread to either side of me. Fontana chuckled, dismounted and shimmied
out of her underwear. I threw off my blanket lickety-split and
yanked/pulled/kicked off my shorts.

Fontana remounted me slowly, letting me drink in the beauty

of her body. My cock was lying flat against my stomach as she settled her labia
against the base of my shaft. I put my hands on her hips and began to rock her
back and forth over my rod. Fontana placed her palms on my shoulders as she
leaned forward. This allowed me to migrate my hands back to her ass cheeks.

"Ass man?" she teased.

"I like sexy," I rolled my hips beneath her,

"and you are definitely that and more."

"Flatterer," she huffed playfully.

"Bullshit," I challenged her. "When was the

last time you went home alone when you didn't want to?"

"You think I get picked up in bars?" she mused.

"You are more of the hunter than the prey," I

countered.

"Good boy," she grinned.

"I hang out with dangerous women all the time," I

grinned back. "I have to be good on my feet."

Fontana was moving back and forth rapidly and her vaginal

fluids began to make both of us slick. By the uptake in her breathing, I could
tell she was aroused. To prove it, she propped up on one knee, took my cock in
her hand and aimed it at her cunt. She played with it along her slit, getting
it extra wet.

A guttural growl escaped her lips as my cockhead pierced her

lips and began to penetrate her. Now, Fontana wasn't a tight fit, in fact, she
was rather loose but not uncomfortably so. She more than compensated by
exhibiting extraordinary vaginal muscle control and soon was sucking my cock
in.

"Oh, yeah," she exhaled as her cunt ground all the

way down. She kept her eyes on me, pleased with herself and my reactions to her
machinations. Fontana began bending forward then pushing up. This brought her
tits back into my focus. Her shirt was so tight they didn't move much but that
only made them more enticing to me.

I gave her ass one playful slap before making a move on her

breasts. The spanking earned me an arched eyebrow and a smirk. Fontana
certainly didn't stop me from massaging her breasts. She even moved her hands
to the back of her hips so that her chest was thrust forward. I followed that
move by pushing up with one arm. My lips latched onto her left breast while my
hand clutched her right one.

Suckling on her nipple through her shirt was tough going.

Fontana had mercy on me. She took her shirt and began lifting it up in slow,
tantalizing bits. She was playing me like a pro and I loved it. When she got to
the swell of her breast, I lowered my head down and began running my tongue along
the base, sweet with her sweat.

Fontana showed her approval by keeping her shirt there for

some time. I could have pushed my hand beneath the shirt but I didn't. I wanted
her to give it to me. She finally did give me her exposed breast and I dove
straight on her pinky-sized nipple, sucked on it, and bit down lightly. Fontana
jolted and hissed out but also pressed her tit harder into my mouth.

"Someone trained you well," Fontana purred. I

mumbled something. "What was that?"

"Several somebodies," I clarified, then smacked

back onto her tit. I didn't use my teeth again, keeping it sensual and
compassionate without being rough. Fontana was encouraging my efforts so I felt
I was doing well.

She finished working her shirt off. She cupped the breast I

was suckling on so I could play with more of it. Her right hand reached down
and touched my face. Fontana traced along my temple, to my cheek, and finally
to my lips. She pressed two fingers between my lips and I sucked them in,
letting my tongue play with the tips of her fingers along with the nipple.

The effect got Fontana huffing like a steam engine. Her

thrusts down on me became stronger but more erratic until she erupted in a
primal scream. Poor Jill.

"Aie!" she went off. Fontana's vaginal muscles

spasmed around my cock while fluids sloshed down onto my crotch, down my ass,
and onto the sofa cushions.

"Fuck it all," Fontana heaved breathlessly.

"Too bad you are a millionaire playboy. You'd make a great bitch on the
back of my bike."

"I was thinking the same thing," I panted.

"Really?" she eyed me skeptically.

"Yeah, you would make one hell of a personal secretary

in my office," I snickered.

"Oh, you bastard," she laughed, before drawing me

into a kiss. We fell back onto the cushions, making my hold on her breasts a
bit difficult. I let my restless hands roam back to her ass and grabbed each
taut cheek. She had a really hard, muscular ass with just enough play to be
fun.

Fontana wiggled her hips between light kisses to my lips and

nose.

"Somehow, something big and hard has gotten inside

me," she teased. "What are we going to do about that?"

"Well, you wanted me to be the bitch on the back of

your bike so let me get behind you so you can find out what it would be
like," I dared her.

Fontana didn't say anything for the longest second.

"Don't get carried away back there," she warned

me. "I'll let you know if I want any kind of 'special treatment'."
Okay, no ass sex. Fontana wiggled her hips as she rose up off my cock until it
slapped down on my stomach.

I pulled my knees up and Fontana turned around and went down

on all fours on the other end of the sofa. Yeah, that was a magnificently
sculpted ass. I moved behind her, pushing her right knee forward so I could
kneel behind her with my right leg straddling hers. Then it was only a matter
of lining my cock with her cunt and sliding it in.

She murmured happily as my rod twitched and penetrated

inside her. I made a few strokes in as she gently pushed back against me. Once
we had our rhythm, I leaned onto her back and began playing with her breasts
once more. It was a slow, casual love-making; neither one of us was in a hurry.

Fontana began dipping her back down then thrust up as she

contracted her cunt around my shaft and cockhead.

"Oh, God," I groaned as she built up the pressure

on me.

"That's what you get for playing nice," Fontana

purred.

"I thought you might enjoy a nice, slow screw," I

ground out as my balls tightened.

"Oh, I do, but I'd like to get some sleep too,

Zane," she lustfully taunted me. I sat back up and placed my hand on her
hips. Then I began picking up the pace, the wet slapping sound beginning to
echo around the room. Fontana grunted as I pounded her, her ass and thighs
absorbing much of my impact.

"Cu-, cumming," I warned her. Fontana went from

her hands to her elbows to maximize penetration.

"I'm ready, Honey," she huffed. "You can give

me all you've got." It wasn't what she said but the way she said it that
set me off.

I was ejaculating before I knew it. I slammed my cock as far

into her as I could while my semen shot out. Every time a strand of my seed
painted Fontana's womb, she let out little 'ahs' until I was done. Even then, I
held her tight until my cock began to deflate. I fell back on my heels and
Fontana shifted so that she was lying on her side and looking back at me.

"Happy?" she quizzed me.

"Oh, yeah," I exhaled happily. "You?"

"Honestly, I expected to get hammered, but I liked this

more," Fontana smiled. "It was nice to know you weren't simply
fucking some biker slut."

"Oh, hell no," I chuckled. "If I did that,

the line for my ass kicking would go around the corner and Belle would head it
up." Fontana's response was musical.

"Valarie said you live under the constant threat of

girls beating you up," she teased.

"You think you've beaten my ass tonight?" I

crawled toward her hungrily.

"Nope," Fontana waved me off. "I'm willing to

call this one a draw. You came, I came; we are even."

"But I want to end up on top," I growled. Fontana

rolled onto her back and let me part her legs and poise my body above hers.

"You are going to be loads of fun this summer,"

she sighed as I slipped my hardening cock into her once more. "Loads of
fun." That's right, if I couldn't hook up with Valarie's mom this summer,
I could always get together with one of her friends in one of the Southwest's
women's correction facilities. I understood that I was popular in prison.

Belle, Leigh and Willa, oh, what the hell am I doing?

I let Fontana go upstairs first while I cleaned up in the

downstairs bathroom. I snuck back to the sofa, got dressed, and dropped down
beside the snoozing Rio. I kissed her on the top of her head, she's my best
friend after all. Then I kissed her on the ear and she lazily swatted me away.

"Bad little piggy," she mumbled. She thought I was

Mercy.

I was hoping she was having happy dreams; she deserved them.

I was still a long way from my own sleepy time. I had to go save/retrieve Leigh
from Belle. Personally, I liked Belle, but she really didn't like most college
kids and expressed that in a very aggressive style. I padded upstairs to
Belle's door, heard a muted buzzing from within, and knocked softly.

I heard someone get out of bed and come to the door. Willa

initially eyed me cautiously but smiled when she saw it was me and not Aunt
Jill.

"We captured a home invader," she winked as she

let me in then shut the door behind me.

"Hi, Zane," Belle rotated her head and looked at

me.

Belle was on her side on the bed. Leigh was beside her, half

her shirt stuffed in her mouth, her hands cuffed in front of her and she'd been
crying, and cumming a great deal. Belle had a black six-inch vibrator out and
was rubbing it along Leigh's pubic mound and thighs, currently avoiding Leigh's
cunny.

"We are teaching this bitch how to fucking knock on a

door," Belle explained.

"Absolutely," Willa confirmed. "For some

strange reason she just jumped into our bed half-naked and started humping
Belle." That had to have gone over famously.

Leigh's plea was muffled but I could see the desperation in

her eyes.

"She's quite the cunt-lapper when she shuts up,"

Belle grinned wickedly at me. "She kept claiming she was looking for you
but everyone knows the two of us don't sleep together; right?"

"Of course not," I agreed. "If we were going

to have sex, it would be downstairs on the sofa." Damn, that sofa gets a
lot of sex. Aunt Jill must use a ton of Fabreeze on it.

"So, are you here to get a piece or do you want me to

let her go?" Belle eyed me seriously.

"She's a good friend, Belle. She meant no harm. Valarie

sent her over here after she crawled in my window," I explained.
"Please let her go."

"If I don't?" Belle kept eye-balling me.

I could ball up my fists and talk about how this was my

house, blah, blah, blah, but that would make me a douche.

"Well, then, I guess Leigh's boned until the Kappa

Sigmas send out a search party. It is your home too," I sighed. Leigh
squealed something that might have been 'No'.

Belle turned back to Leigh and pulled the shirt out of

Leigh's mouth.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Belle

taunted Leigh. Leigh had to work the saliva back into her mouth before she
could speak.

"Sorry. I'm really sorry I broke into your room and I

won't do it again," Leigh pleaded.

"And you'll leave Zane alone?" Belle pressed.

"I, umm, I, ah, screw that. Put the vibrator back

in," Leigh insisted. "It will take more than you two (Belle and
Willa) to convince me to give that cock up."

Belle snorted and Willa laughed.

Belle rubbed the vibrator up Leigh's thigh and onto her

clit, causing her to jolt and writhe on the bed. By the look of Leigh's vulva,
she'd already been worked over pretty well but she was willing to take on even
more over-stimulation to keep having sex with me; how humbling. On the other
hand, Belle wasn't the kind to take Leigh's devotion at face value.

Belle wanted to put Leigh through an ordeal; I couldn't talk

her out of it. I could be there for Leigh though. I walked around the bed
tailed by Willa, crawled up on the bed and settled in on the far side of Leigh.

"Who said you could get on my bed?" Belle sneered.

Okay, then,

"Your room, my friend," I pointed out. "Do

you want to step outside and settle this?"

"Seriously, Nancy?" Belle smiled. "You want

to do this now? For her?"

"Would you prefer I pick and choose how and when to

support my friends?" I countered.

"Let's go," she hopped out of bed. "Back or

front yard?"

"Backyard; I'd hate to embarrass you in public," I

responded with a toothy grin.

"Let's go, Nancy," Belle sneered. Nancy as in

'Nancy-boy'. This was going to be fun. I'm wearing my old shorts, Belle is in a
tight black Fallout Shelter t-shirt and black panties that she's had for a
while, I can see a tiny bit of white elastic peeking through the worn
waistband.

"Willa, please un-handcuff Leigh and bring her

along?" I requested.

"Willa, keep a hand on her. I haven't finished with

Leigh yet," Belle called over her shoulder.

As we made our way out the back door I couldn't help but up

the ante.

"Belle, after I kick your ass you're going to wear a

dress to church tomorrow," I prodded her.

"Oh, yeah," she laughed loudly. "After I

stomp you into the ground, I'm going to have my name tattooed on your ass as my
property." I had a feeling that my laugh was less convincing. Belle
quick-stepped/skipped out onto the cold grass. The outside lights had come on
when the motion sensors picked us up.

I followed Belle at a more sedate pace with Willa and Leigh

trailing behind.

"Kick her ass," Leigh encouraged me. Willa looked

around for the garden hose. She was going to soak the first one of us to get
knocked out. There was none of that pansy submission shit for Belle, that would
be too damn easy.

Belle spun around to confront me. She shook out her arms and

began closing.

"From the first time we met I wanted to know how tough

you were," she gave me a feral smile.

I gave her a snap-kick to the chest in response, sending her

flying back and rolling over in the grass. I didn't chase after her, though.

From Rio, I had learned that Belle's style was one part wrestling,

one part boxing, and padded with dirty tricks. Belle summersaulted over and
came up on her feet with that feral look still in her eyes. This time I met her
halfway. I feinted, she failed to fall for it then we both followed up with a
series of boxing jabs and blocks.

Belle got in a blow to my ribs, swung at my head and missed,

then took my jab to her face, cutting her lip. She licked the blood and her
eyes blazed with passion. Belle caught me off-guard by tackling me. That took
us to the ground with her on top, straddling me and raining blows down on my
head.

She landed a good blow to my cheek, which stung. I was able

to grab her head and head-ass her in response. That stunned her so I
head-butted her again. She swayed back on her hips. I pushed her further back,
sat up, and received a head-ass in return, fuck, that hurt! Belle took the
advantage by pinning my left arm back.

She was about to smash my face again but I punched her in

the throat. That brought her up short long enough for me to twist my hips and
roll us over. I tried to escape so Belle wrapped her legs around my waist. Our
hands sought out each other's arms. I won that little contest, finally crossing
her arms across her chest. Belle tried to take a bite out of my arm.

Damn. She was serious about this fight. I scooted my knees

under Belle's ass, leveraged our bodies up then slammed us to the ground,
twice. On the second go-round, her grip slipped. This allowed me to pop her in
the temple which led in rapid succession to me getting behind her and applying
a chokehold while we were still on the ground.

By this time, my legs were around her waist, from behind,

and despite several elbows to the ribs and fingers raking my arm, her efforts
eventually became feeble, then stopped. I pushed her off of me and just lay
there, catching my breath for half a minute. I was roused by Willa hitting us
with terribly cold water from the hose.

Belle and I sat up at the same time, arms resting on our

knees and looking at each other. Belle glared at me initially, then chuckled
and shook her head.

"Rio's been holding back on me," Belle rasped.

"She said Hope beat you with wrestling moves."

"She did," I groaned, "but she's been giving

me some pointers over the past few weeks. Don't take it out on Rio. She has the
attention span of a weasel."

I stood up first. I offered Belle my hand but she snorted.

"Don't make me slap you, damn it. I'll get my own ass

out of the dirt," she grumbled.

Before I could say anything, Leigh ran to me. She was giddy,

and horny, from the contest she had just witnessed.

"I knew you could do it," she kissed my face.

"Now let's go in and have some sex!"

To be continued in part 30, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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