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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 29
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 29
Barbie Lynn s Genetics
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
podcast at Explicit
Novels.
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
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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