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Zane and the Chancellor Get Jiggy

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He who said 'Live by the sword/die by the sword'
wasn't into empire-building    

In past lives I must have been the first guy up the ladder storming

the city walls, the first one into the castle breech, and that trooper charging
the machine gun nest, because the only thing I could think to do when my hands
were on my nemesis's breasts was to pinch those nipples harder and pull them
toward me and up.

Mel gasped and fell forward, pressing her chest into mine. I

kept twisting and pulling her nipples for thirty seconds while she made these
little choking noises, ending in one loud gasp when I let them go. She kept her
hands resting on my hips while she brought her breathing under control.

"You ,  bastard , she wheezed. "I am ,

 going to ,  make you pay."

"You sound so angry, Professor Bazz, but I notice you

still have your body pressed tightly against mine," I pointed out in a
deep seductive voice. I could feel her willing her body away but the flesh
refused to obey.

I dragged a hand from her shoulder, up her neck to her

jawline, then back to her neck.

"Your pulse is throbbing like a race horse,

Professor," I whispered. "If I stay, I'm going kiss you, and if I
kiss you, we are going to end up on the floor ,  so I had better go."
Maybe it was the whole city wall/breech/machine gun thing that made me dip down
into her.

Bazz moved her face away but that only opened up my real

target area more. I bit into her neck, eliciting an absolutely slutty yelp,
then followed up with a few seconds of tight suction. It ended with one last
jab of the tongue before I pulled away. Bazz regarded me, angry but also
anxiously anticipating my next move.

"I need to go now or I'll be late for Karate

Club," I informed her as I backed for the door. The Chancellor answered
that with another slap, which stung, and a stomp on my foot, which I avoided.

"Was that for the bite, or for leaving you wanting

more?" I inquired, "You really do look sizzling hot right now so I'm
kind of wondering."

"Get ,  out," she growled. With that she

strutted back to her desk but before she could round the corner, I let out a
low wolf whistle that brought her up cold. She looked over her shoulder with a furious
glare.

"Whoops, sorry," I shrugged. "You have a

great ,  well, I was going to say ass, but really your waist, hips, ass,
thighs and calves are all pretty damn fine. You can't blame me for enjoying the
view."

Randy picked up a glass and gold statue from her desk and

hefted it, clearly calculating her desire to hit me with it against the value
of the item.

"I'll make you grovel at me feet," she said with

relish, putting the statue back down.

"I'm going to fuck you like I own you," I

rebounded. Our eyes clashed, then she pointed to the door.

This time I wised up enough to make a gracious exit,

breezing past Ms. Marlow and Ms. Goodswell as I left. The women went in
opposite directions, Ms. Marlowe going into Doctor Bazz's office and shutting
the door with Ms. Goodswell running me down and grabbing my arm.

"Zane, what ,  did she slap you?" she blurted

out as she looked at my face.

"I've had worse," I replied.

"What did you do?" she worried.

"I'd tell you but you would most likely be ashamed of

me. Suffice it to say we didn't part on friendly terms but I'm not expelled yet
either," I informed her.

"Zane, you don't know who you are truly dealing

with," she pleaded, suddenly vulnerable.

"She got to you, didn't she?" I asked with new

insight.

"I'm not going to turn on you, if that's what you are

asking/" Virginia assured me.

"No. She got to you when you were here as a

student," I clarified the question for her.

Her lack of response was its own answer.

"Are you using me to strike back at her?" I

wondered.

"No ,  no. Zane, I want you to win on your own

merits and not for something I did years ago," she answered fitfully. We
silently stared at one another for a few seconds.

"How bad is it going to be now?" she questioned

me. "How personal has this become?"

"Well," I mumbled, "I caught her

masturbating, pinched and twisted her nipples, then bit her on the neck ,
 oh, and I told her she had a nice body."

"You are an idiot," was her assessment. "She

is going to make it her personal mission to cause you as much pain as
possible." I gave a timid smile. "Damn it, Zane, she will still come
after the people around you."

"Virginia, she is going to come after us no matter what

I do or don't do as long as I stay. The difference is that now I have her out
in the open. Now I no longer have to guess what she might be like or what's
going around in her head. Making it personal makes it easier on me because I
don't doubt that I belong here anymore," I explained. "Now it is me
versus an evil bitch."

"She's not been beaten in ten years," she warned

me.

"That's because you hit like girls," I joked.

"I thought by now you would have learned how hard girls

can hit," Virginia sighed.

"It isn't that girls can't hit hard, it is the boobs

that get in the way," I quipped. Virginia gave me a glare that was more
amused than angry. "I have to get to Karate Club now."

"Go," she dismissed me, and off I went.

First Victory at the Gym

This round of Karate Club started much better than

Wednesday's, seeing how I could stand without pain again. I spent the first
half of the hour sparring with my second tier teammates and doing exceptionally
well. When we were called together for a joint session with the first team,
most were elated; me, I was suspicious.

Coach Dana Gorman brought out Team Captain Wilhelmina

Spellman and pretty much broke her down in front of us. Cappadocia came and
went down next.

"This has been very unsatisfying. It is clear that our

leadership has been lax in developing our skills. Is there anyone willing to
defend this team's progress?"

It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand there was

more to come of the beatings Willy and Cappy had gone through.

"What about you, Mr. Braxton?" Dana came to the point

of this whole exercise. Willy and Cappy, like me, were Christina supporters,
and this was clearly an effort to nip the rebellion in the bud.

"Thanks but no thanks; I think I've learned enough from

you today. Maybe I'll feel ready for a fascist beat-down on Friday," I
laughed.

"Fine, Mr. Braxton , she continued.

"Please Dana, call me Zane, since you are clearly

trying to figure a way to get my blood on your fists," I interrupted.

"Zane, if you show a little backbone and join me in a

friendly practice session, I'll make you exempt from Handmaiden's Duty
tomorrow," Dana offered.

"Make it any person of my choice and we have a

deal," I answered.

"Very well," Dana agreed.

"I choose Rio Talon," I jumped at the opportunity.

"Done. Now get up here," Dana motioned.

"Who will referee us?" I inquired; Dana smiled and

pointed to the first team member whose ass I'd kicked an hour earlier, Mercy
Chaplain. That seemed fair ,

We went to our sparring positions. It should be pointed out

that I had two years of informal training in kickboxing; Dana had over fifteen
years of competitive experience in Karate. I had height, weight, and reach on
her, but since this was a Karate match I couldn't use all my moves. In essence,
I should have been running instead of fighting.

"Ready ,  Go," Mercy shouted. My first

thought was 'Damn, that's fast,' as I blundered my way through my initial
block. I didn't have a second to marvel at my good fortune before another quick
flow of kicks and punches came my way. I ran out of room, luck, and fighting
space, taking a blow to the cheek.

"Point!" Mercy called out. We fell back to our

initial positions and we started again. This time I ended flat on my back and
her 'touch' to my chest that was supposed to finish me really hurt.
"Point."

"Is this the best you've got, Zane? Do you want to give

up now?" Dana asked evenly. I spun up, resumed my starting position but
remained silent. Dana lined up and came at me again.

This time I did the wrong thing; I gave up my reach

advantage, catching her off-guard for the split second it took me to drive my
knee into her diaphragm. I rode the blow into Dana, driving her into the ground
and finishing her with a blow to the chest. "Point." I rolled off the
coach before she could react and reverse our positions.

Dana sprung up and took a fighting stance.

"That wasn't a Karate move," she pointed out

angrily.

"This isn't a training session so I guess that makes us

even," I grinned. "Do you want to give up now?" I retook my
start position but adopted the more fluid kick-boxing style.

"I see you've stopped pretending to know Karate,"

she snorted.

"At least one of us has stopped pretending," I

shot back. "When you actually start caring for this club again, let me
know."

The strike was so fast I didn't really see it.

I'm so damn good my arm actually tried to block before the

thought registered in my head; I was just too slow and she snaked past my guard
to slam her fist into my stomach. Another blow came, followed by a leg-sweep. I
plummeted to the ground and Dana was on me like a leopard closing for the kill.

Dana's only problem was that this had ceased being

tournament combat and become a street fight. I brought a knee up between us,
deflected her fist with my elbow, and pile-drove my skull into her forehead.
This let me leverage her off me and break back to my feet. Just my luck; Dana
was right on me, barely letting me get my hands up for protection.

The Coach was still coming on, rapid-fire with kicks and

punches; I could not find an opening to attack back. Something had changed,
though; Dana was showing me much more respect. Twice more I fended her off from
the ground but the third time she was simply too much, connecting her fist to
my cheek so hard she drew blood. I half-expected a second punch but it never
came.

"Point?" Mercy called out in confusion. Dana stood

up quickly and looked at me. I jumped to a standing position in one fluid move.
I rubbed the back of my hand against my cheek. The sweat stung the wound and I
left a smear of blood, which I licked off. I defiantly walked back to my
starting position.

She came at me like a desert storm, fierce and burning. The

outcome was pretty much the same except I took the finishing blow like a
jackhammer to my jaw. "Point." I saw stars and was still wobbling
when I returned to my starting position. Not being at 100%, the results were
predictable, I was back on the mat in five seconds. "Point."

"Stay down," she ordered me quietly. I pushed

myself up and worked my way back for some more punishment. Dana took her
position and ,  I kicked her so hard upside her head I was momentarily
afraid I'd broken her neck. She landed face first; I flipped her over and
punched her hard in the sternum. "Point."

"I can keep this up all day long," I promised Dana

as I took my turn staring down at the Defeated. Thirty seconds later I was
staring up the ceiling of the gym with several girls, Dana and Cappy among
them, looking down at me.

"What happened to the other guy?" I moaned.

"What other guy?" Cappadocia said, "It was ,

She was clearly worried I had a concussion.

"The truck that hit me," I joked weakly.

"Please tell me that hitting my face ruined their whole day."

"It seems you weren't able to keep this up all day

after all," Coach Dana told me as she stood to leave.

I was on Martian time," I coughed. "They have much

shorter days." I had no idea if that was true or not; I should ask Iona.

"I think our lessons are finished for today," Dana

announced.

"Right when I was starting to wear you down," I

teased her. Dana stopped walking away and studied me with annoyance.

I tried to stand, with half the girls trying to help me up

while the others tried to hold me down for my own survival's sake.

"Assume the start position," Dana ordered me

sternly. I finally managed to force my way to my feet but by the time I had,
Wilhelmina had taken my place.

"Wilhelmina?" Coach Dana questioned.

"I apologize," Willy stated. "I've learned my

mistake. I should have never given up on your lessons so easily the first time.
I clearly haven't learned enough but I'm willing to keep at it as long as you
are."

"Me too," Cappadocia chimed in defiantly.

Dana Gorman wasn't an easy woman to push around. Willy,

Cappy, and two other girls kept going at her until we had to break for dinner.
Before the five of us left the gym I tapped Gorman on her shoulder.

"Rio has tomorrow free and clear, remember?" I

asked. Dana nodded reluctantly.

"What about Ms. Becket?" she questioned.

"You keep the fight fair and I'm not worried about it.

You keep making this crap up as you go along and we will have a serious Come to
Jesus meeting. Please pass the word on because I'd hate for some girl to walk
into this thinking you can protect them," I cautioned her.

"Mr. Braxton, I can protect them," Dana stated

confidently.

"I sincerely doubt that since you have no idea how I'd

get my revenge," I grinned, before spinning away and starting to join my
fellow students.

"All I have to do is stop you, Zane," she pointed

out.

"That's your mistake, Dana; I'm no longer alone. We are

willing to play as rough as you are now. If you keep this an educational
experience nothing will happen," I warned her.

"Do you really think you have that much power

here?" Dana scoffed.

"Nope. But then, I'm not the idiot who punished

Christina Buchanan for showing a bit of mercy toward Rio and I. Without her, we
were doomed, so thank the Chancellor for giving us all common cause," I
explained before leaving with the ladies.

By the time I made it to the Dining Hall things were looking

bitter and depressing but events quickly proved my boast to Dana to be correct.
The pro-Rhaine forces had been pretty harsh to the freshmen supporting
Christina and morale was low. Christina had, upon arrival, started rallying her
supporters with a few kind words and a gentle touch.

When Mrs. Carradine went to stop her and make her resume her

seat, Rio 'accidently' coated the teacher in spaghetti, broccoli and a double
helping of jello. She didn't get to enjoy her success for long; four girls
planted their trays on Rio's head right after that. But they clearly didn't
know who they were dealing with. Rio calmly picked up a meatball from the
ground, popped it in her mouth and told them,

"Yo, bitch, tell the cook it needs more salt,"

then made her way back to her seat and acted like nothing had happened. Iona
grinned wearily and brushed some broccoli out of Rio's hair. The train wreck
that followed was predictable. The teachers tried to enforce a ban to stop the
food fighting but clearly were far more concerned with suppressing Christina's
side.

Five unresolved food attacks later, Christina secretly sent

out the word and her followers attacked en mass, selecting known Rhaine
supporters and burying them in one rush that no authority on the floor could
stop. Before the teachers could bring order out of the chaos, Christina
directed her people to escape.

I joined the exodus and soon found myself in a group of ten

seniors, Christina and company included. I stood next to Barbie Lynn as the
others hashed out what was going on and slowly, the reason for me being there
was revealed. Seniors and juniors were in this little movement because they
knew, liked, and respected Christina.

Freshmen and sophomores were more in this because of me,

mainly based on the novelty of my existence. I was an administrative screw-up,
but I was TheIR administrative screw-up. I also made the Handmaiden's Duty a
fun thing whenever I could and not an onerous chore. Apparently, a few of them
even described me to the seniors as 'charming'.

Our problem was, how did we make our rebellion grow? The

fact was that most of the incentives were doled out by the faculty.

"We target sympathetic teachers, then," Christina

directed.

"That food fight had to make us look good too,"

Chastity said. "Nothing is as effective as a failed suppression attempt."

"I'm fixing up the Solarium tomorrow," I informed

the group.

"So?" one of the unnamed seniors stated in a

condescending matter. "You need a broom?"

"Actually, I've recruited ninety freshmen and we are

going to prep the entire roof for occupation," I responded. The senior
looked to Christina who gave her a clever lopsided grin.

"Temperance, I told you he wasn't a lost cause,"

Christina reminded her.

"Occupation for what?" Faith inquired. I looked

nervously about because that part of the plan was so easy to bust apart. I
decided to give a partial lie.

"On Sunday afternoon I'm having furniture delivered

from a rental service," I told them.

"What's a sofa or two going to accomplish?"

Temperance questioned.

"How about three flat screens, two pool tables, a hot

tub, two refrigerators, a coffee bar, a Wi-Fi hot spot, and eight rooms full of
furniture?" I related to the small group.

"You are bringing in all of that?" Temperance

gasped.

"You got us a hot tub?" Barbie Lynn exulted.

"Zane inherited a small fortune," Christina

pointed out.

"That's small by Christina's standards," Chastity

teased her friends.

"Yes, Barbie Lynn, our dorm will have a hot tub,"

I tried to keep the lusty images of Barbie in a bikini out of my mind. By the
look in her eyes she was having even less success than I was, though; I doubted
I looked as good in a bikini.

"How are you getting the water up there?" Hope

seemed intrigued.

"The roof's gardens were rigged for irrigation so we

have the water. I am adding a few hot water heaters for any other needs,
including the dish washer, washer/dryer, sauna, and showers and Jacuzzi tubs.
Believe me, I had some friends look this over," I promised.

"I think we can trust Iona to have done a thorough

job," Christina glanced my way knowingly.

"Iona?" a different senior asked.

"Iona Becket," Heaven answered with a smirk.

"That's his witty little sidekick who invented Zane's Handmaiden's Duty
schedule. She's tons smarter than he is."

"Heaven, anytime you want to stop talking about me as

if I'm not in the room, feel free," I jibbed.

"Don't hold your breath, sweet-cheeks," Heaven

snapped right back. That little exchange seemed to have eased the tension in
the group.

"Let's split and keep up the recruiting drive. Stick to

groups when we can and try to help any freshmen we know to be on our
side," Christina directed. The group split up but instead of heading into
my dorm I headed toward the parking lot.

"Zane, where are you going?" Christina inquired.

"I promised my aunt we'd spend a few more dinners

together and I'm late as it is, but can I have a moment of your time when I get
back?" I responded. Christina gave me a curious look then nodded and led
her posse in the other direction. Each girl waved me good-bye in their own way.
After the dining hall melee, eating with my aunt was purely mundane and
relaxing, for which I was very thankful.

Honestly I only wanted to shave her legs.

"Zane, what's up?" Christina said by way of

greetings when I returned to campus that night. Despite the gang being alone,
the group of us gathered in tightly together.

"I had an interesting talk with the Chancellor today,

as you all probably know. Among other things, she told me she knew Heaven's
secret and she'd expose it and my relationship with her, bringing about my
humiliation," I informed them. There was a hush amongst us.

"What, what did you tell her?" Heaven asked

fearfully.

"I told her to go right ahead," I replied. A

murmur of displeasure went through the group, except Christina, who stared
intently at the ground, and Heaven who looked like she was going to cry, or
kick my ass.

"How could you do that to me?" Heaven whispered.

Before I could answer, Christina chuckled softly.

"Heaven, the key phrase here is 'humiliate him'. Zane isn't

afraid of the whole world knowing you two are together. She's severely
underestimated him and his ability to differentiate between lust and
friendship."

Heaven looked to me for verification. I gave her a kiss on

the lips before saying,

"Christina said it better than I could, but she knows

what I meant."

"Besides," Hope added, "now that Zane is

here, Heaven, you get grandfathered in, so to speak. You've been here three
years so they have to let you graduate."

Heaven look to me with some kind of new curiosity. Once

again I almost wish she'd kick me instead.

"Heaven?" I questioned her. She bit her lip.

"Can we have some boyfriend-girlfriend time?" she

asked me all of a sudden.

"Damn, Heaven, I thought we agreed to share Zane?"

Chastity teased her.

"Along with letting the poor guy get some sleep from

time to time," Hope agreed.

"Can we get together tomorrow, Heaven?" I begged

my transsexual lover.

"Make sure you get Barbie Lynn's permission,"

Faith joked weakly.

"Screw this," I groaned, "I'm getting a clone."

"That's enough, ladies," Christina announced.

"Zane, thank you for the information. It gives us some things to think
about; good night." Heaven rushed up and kissed me hungrily before joining
her departing friends - ravenous little minx.

I've Never Done this Before

I made my way to the dorm and proceeded quietly to the fifth

floor, saying goodnight to a few girls along the way. I was pretty sure the
door being locked guaranteed me a bit of alone time. Clue number one that this
was not going to happen was the soft fluttering glow from the top of the stairs
followed by the faint scent of roses and wax.

I was trying to figure out what Barbie Lynn had planned when

I came up to the landing and saw Brandi and Opal reclining on the bed and
staring at me, illuminated by the light of a dozen candles.

'Oh, fuck,' I thought, 'Brandi, leg shaving, rescheduled

from earlier this evening, plus Opal hoping for a three-way later. Damn it!'

I must look somewhat put-out because when Brandi addressed

me she was cautious.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, absolutely," I responded. "I need to

get some hot water, some towels, and we can begin."

"We brought up the towels and hooked up a coffee maker

for the hot water," Opal said.

"Great," I summoned up as much enthusiasm as I

could manage, "let's see what I've got to work with." I walked up to
Brandi, taking off my shirt. As I came up, Brandi swung her legs off the bed
and spread them to either side of me. I sat cross-legged on the floor, taking
my shoes and socks off. Before slowly and sensually removing her shoes and
socks, I made sure to massage each calf.

"So, what kinds of tools are being provided?" I

questioned her.

"We have shaving cream, a safety razor, a multi-purpose

moustache trimmer," Opal presented to me.

"Trimmer?" I questioned. Instead of speaking,

Brandi stood up - which kind of put her crotch right in my face - then slowly
wiggled down her panties until she stepped out of them and tossed them aside.

"I want a rose," Brandi informed me with some

passion as she lifted her skirt and exposed her pubic hair for my sculpting
pleasure. I was at a total loss of what to do so I went with what came natural;
I leaned forward and took a lick. Brandi was already quite worked up, juicy and
succulent to the tongue. She leaned in and began running her hands over my
scalp.

With Brandi's skirt draped over me, I had an epiphany: I was

not alone in this. I grabbed my phone and made a rather interesting phone call,
my mouth was working on Brandi as it rang.

"Zane?" Leigh said.

"Umm, Leigh" I responded as I switched from lips

to fingers in Brandi, "I need a favor."

"Sure, babe, what is it?" she replied.

"I'm, well, shaving a girl's legs and, pubic hairs,

hold on, Umm, I have never done this before and I don't know how to do a
design," I asked.

"What do you have to work with?" Leigh inquired

while I dipped in deeply with my grooved tongue, bringing forth a throaty moan
from Brandi.

"A safety razor, shaving cream, and a moustache

trimmer," I answered.

"No silly, what does the area you are working with look

like; thin, thick, hairy, or sparse?" Leigh asked.

"I, oh, hold on," I replied. I turned the phone

around, clicked it, and sent a freshly snapped picture.

"Zane, did you just, Brandi gasped. "Oh,

God!" she then giggled. "You did, didn't you?" I upped my
licking game to assuage her worries, which only made her moan louder and rock
her hips.

"Zane, where are you? What are you doing right

now?" Leigh snickered, knowing the answer.

"Honest, Leigh, it is school work," I shot back,

then "Yes, Brandi, I've brought in a consultant." This brought in
more giggling from both sides of the conversation.

"Zane, if you can tear yourself away from her muff,

start shaving her legs and I'll call you in fifteen minutes with what the girls
and I can come up with," Leigh chuckled.

I reluctantly left my station beneath Brandi and poured the

hot water into a basin with cooler water until it was barely uncomfortably hot.
Setting things by Brandi's feet, I grinned at her.

"This will be better with the skirt off," I told her.

"This will be easier if everything is off," Opal

added eagerly, then explained with, "You wouldn't want your shirt or bra
to get wet."

'Shirt or bra to get wet?' I doubted that was where Opal's

mind was at. Opal wanted a chance to ogle Brandi's naked body before closing in
for the kill; my mind ran the same way. I was a tad curious, wondering what
Brandi thought of Opal's continued presence but not so much that I was willing
to risk the moment for Opal.

Using a steamy hot cloth to coat Brandi's legs turned into a

really erotic act. Once I covered the right leg, I went back and removed the
first compress and applied the shaving cream. Brandi's legs were 'so hairy' I
was pretty sure they hadn't been shaved since, this morning; Hell, the damn
things were so smooth they were reflecting the candlelight dancing around us
before I even started.

I was three-quarters up the left leg when Leigh called back.

"Hey, Stud, how is your latest victim doing?"

Leigh teased me. I popped off a photograph of Brandi below the waist in
response.

"Lucky bitch," Leigh squealed.

"Hey, Zane!" shouted Paris over the connection. A

few more "Hey s" came over the phone right after that from girls I
couldn't identify.

"Come on, girls," Leigh growled playfully to her

Kappa Sigma Sorority Sisters, which was followed by a chorus of
"Goodnight, good luck, and see you tomorrow."

"I'm sending you a rose design that should work for you

and it's to scale," Leigh informed me. Sure enough, I looked at my phone
and saw there was a beautifully done rose on some girl's pubic mound. It looked
very realistic and I told Leigh so.

"That's because it is real, Dummy. It is a sister at

Colorado State," Leigh responded.

"That was nice of her," I told Leigh. Leigh

laughed loudly.

"Nice? No, we showed her a picture of you and traded a

night with you over Spring Break for the picture and the help," Leigh
chuckled.

"Seriously? I wasn't aware I was that good

looking," I sounded incredulous.

"That's why we love you, Zane, you are smoking hot but

don't act like it; that and your big cock, your dynamite stamina, and that
awesome sexual prowess," Leigh faux-sighed over the phone while I lowered
my head in shame. I kept shaving, though, because I didn't want Brandi's skin
to get cold.

"Where am I going to meet my savior?" I asked

Leigh.

"We are still working that out," Leigh replied.

"Tawny doesn't want to give you up for the entire time so we may need to
fly a group of them down to Florida when we go." Great, now I was spending
Spring Break in Florida, which city, I didn't know yet.

"Of course I will honor my commitment to the Kappa

Sigma's," I assured Leigh. "I can also help with airfare if
needed."

"We never doubted you, Zane; now get to work and warm

that poor girl up, I mean work her over," giggle, "I mean, do your duty
and make her look lovely where it counts," Leigh finished.

"Thanks, Leigh, I owe you. Can I get a picture of my

muse?" I inquired.

"I'll give her your phone number and you two can talk

it out," Leigh responded.

"I'm okay with that, we should get along; but I'm off

now so goodbye," I finished up. I looked up at Brandi and flashed her the
picture and let her study it.

"That looks cool, and she's a red-head," Brandi

noted. Opal snuggled up behind Brandi on the sly and looked over her shoulder.

"Well, now we know who to watch out for when we follow

Zane down to Spring Break," Opal pointed out, "Or at least we know
what she's like down below." I decided that working on Brandi was my
mission for the night. A hot compress to her private regions was my opening diversion
but as I lay the cloth down, I slipped a hand back to her cunny and slowly
began to play with her lips.

Brandi lay back on the bed, propped up by her elbows and

resting against Opal's thighs and stomach, laying her head between Opal's
breasts. Opal was on her knees behind Brandi and was reclining to let Brandi
stretch out. As far as I could see, Opal was down to wearing her socks and
skirt and that was all. I worked two fingers into Brandi's virgin slit; three
strokes in and one up to clip the clit.

I waited until Brandi's nipples were both fully erect,

perky, and a deep, dark pink. I sprayed out the foam, cut the foam down to a
manageable level and with the picture in one hand I began my shaving
experiment. God favored Brandi because it turns out I am a prodigy with a small
razor. Brandi's design was virtually identical to the girl's from Colorado.

She was so enraptured with the whole procedure, she missed

Opal's hands slowly sliding down her shoulder to her chest. Opal traced her
fingers under Brandi's perky breasts, unnoticed except by me. When I finished,
I took Brandi's hand and directed her toward my mirror on my wardrobe. She rose
up on her knees and looked over my handiwork and cooed.

"Zane," she turned and jumped me, "this is

fantastic. All the other girls will be so jealous," Brandi squealed
ecstatically. I took her by her knees and drew them toward me until I was back
between her legs.

"Do you want to go now or is there something more you

want me to do?" I asked in a darkly sensual and seductive voice full of
passion. Brandi grew quiet and uncertain so I took her tit into my mouth, held
it in place, and flicked my tongue over its stiff nipple tip.

"Ah, ah, ah, Zane," Brandi moaned. She bit her lip

and rolled her head back until she bumped into Opal, who was moving back behind
her again.

"Hey," Brandi responded dreamily to Opal, as if

suddenly remembering she was with us.

"Hey, yourself," Opal purred in return. She moved

a hand between Brandi's torso and the arm she was using to support her reclining
figure, to the side of Brandi's breast.

I pressed one hand between Brandi's legs and began rubbing

that spot right above her hooded clit, bringing about further sexual confusion
on her part. She started panting and licking her lips while shifting her gaze
from my eyes to Opal's. Finally, her lips remained open and Opal knew it was
the moment to breach the space between them.

Brandi stiffened and I waited for her to rebel but when she

didn't, I compounded the pleasure of her embrace with Opal by increasing my
teasing and pulling with my teeth on her nipple as well as rubbing one finger
around her clit and slipping it into her hot cunt. That did the trick because
Brandi freed one supporting arm up and wrapped her hand around Opal's head and
pulled her deeper into their embrace.

For her part, Opal matched Brandi's passion with unleashed

desire, stroking her hand around from the side of her breast into lazy circles
closing in on the nipple. We kept this up for several minutes until Brandi
began squirming. She ended up flopping onto her back with Opal splayed out to
the side on her stomach, still kissing her lips and face.

Instead of following Brandi's body up, I returned to her

sweet cunt and led off with a rapid tongue-fucking that brought a quiver to her
thighs almost immediately.

"Oh, Christ," Brandi gasped as she arched up once,

then twice, before desperately grasping my pillow and screaming into it. Great,
another screamer; but at least this outcry was shrill and tingled the toes
instead of shattering eardrums.

I sat back on my haunches as Brandi continued to twist and

writhe on the bed. Opal gently tickled Brandi's nipples, keeping Brandi's
orgasm going on and on, but I saw the opportunity in this. I located an unused
hot compress to clean my face then snuck over to Opal and ran a hand along her
ankle.

It took Opal less than a second to judge my intentions and

eagerly spread her legs to allow me in. I had played with Opal before; she
tasted great and responded with barely constrained excitement every time. I
began placing little kisses along her inner thighs, half way up from her knees.
By the time I placed the tip of my tongue on the junction between her thigh and
cunt, she relented in her assault on Brandi and lay back fully on the bed.

For nearly a minute the room was filled with the faint

echoes of Brandi and Opal breathing heavy and my licking and lapping Opal's
cunt; she was really juicy and thick to the tongue.

"Hey," Brandi said in a sultry voice. I peeked up

and saw she had rolled onto her side and was looking down at Opal with a
romantic gleam in her eye.

"Umm, Opal moaned with a serene smile on her lips, a

very happy girl.

"Your nipples are very puffy," Brandi continued as

she poked Opal's left nipple with her fingertip. Opal answered that with a
coaxing touch to Brandi's stomach along the bikini line. "Can I?"
Brandi asked Opal, her eyes flitting from Opal's eyes to her breast. Opal
nodded.

Brandi engulfed the top of Opal's breast with one 'pop'

sound. The way her cheeks moved around, Brandi was whirling around both flesh
and nipple in a rapid motion. Opal's other hand reached over and put gentle
pressure on the back of Brandi's head.

"That's a good girl," Opal cooed. Brandi looked

up, beamed affection at Opal (so I was later told), and switched to the farther
nipple.

I slowly pushed Opals legs up by the back of her knees and

lengthened my tongue lashing from above the clit to the tip of her anus, which
made Opal squeal and shiver.

"Oh, I'm so loving this school year," Opal exclaimed

with bated breath.

"Me too," nipple-lick, nipple-lick, "Slurp,

slurp, so good," Brandi added.

Opal began losing the ability to talk coherently, drew her

legs so far back she was pressing Brandi into her, and began thrusting her hips
up to my mouth. I switched my full attention to sucking and nibbling her clit
and slipping two fingers into her tight virgin cunt.

"Hey!" Brandi gulped as Opal grabbed her by the

shoulders and began pulling her up.

Brandi was clearly confused so I took a moment to see if I

could help. Opal was trying to maneuver Brandi into a kneeling position,

"Sit on her face, Brandi," I guessed. "She

wants to lick your cunt."

Brandi looked back at me somewhat uncertainly, to which I

responded with a reassuring look; then she giggled and started straddling
Opal's face.

Opal went after Brandi so hard and fast the girl yelped and

bucked up, but Opal's grip on her thighs allowed her to keep her lips locked
tightly on Brandi's cunt.

"Ayaya!" Brandi gasped out as Opal licked

furiously and Brandi rocked back and forth like a nude princess doing dressage.

I let Opal's legs come down slightly because I discovered

another task for my hands. With my left hand I reached underneath Opal's thighs
and began teasing her butthole. I used my right to part Brandi's cheeks and do
the same with hers. Brandi looked over her shoulder, gave me a smile, and kept
rocking. Opal trembled slightly but pushed her reservations aside.

The first hint of anal penetration kicked Opal over the edge

and she had a whole-body seizure as her orgasm rocked through the three of us.
Brandi pulsated even harder on Opal's convulsing face, virtually propelling my
first finger's digit up her ass. She squealed delightfully.

"Zane, that's wonderful!" she screamed. "Fuck

me! Fuck me! Yes!" and she went off, with no pillow to shelter our
environs this time.

Brandi toppled over and I had to grab her leg to stop her

from tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. She was still gasping and panting
too much to articulate a response, though thankfully she didn't struggle. I sat
there stretched out for several seconds before Opal became aware enough to help
me pull Brandi back to safety.

I sorted Brandi out to one side with Opal on the other and

settled between them, all of us staring at the ceiling in various states of
sexual recharge.

"Is everyone okay?" I managed to ask after a few

deep breaths.

"No," Opal murmured. I groaned, imagining what

else I would have to do to get her to go to bed when Opal reached out and
stroked my cock.

"Someone hasn't gotten what they've wanted

tonight," Opal purred as she rolled up onto an elbow and looked down on
me. I let her work me over for a while but when I made a move toward her own
love box, she slapped my hand away.

"No, Zane," she scolded me. "I'd like to be

able to walk to my room, not crawl, so behave."

As I nursed my slapped wrist, I noticed that Brandi had

rolled over and was looking down at me and what Opal had returned to doing to
me.

"I, can I?" Brandi asked tentatively, extending a

hand to my member.

"Sure," I smiled warmly.

Brandi touched it, drew away rapidly, then touched it once,

twice, and on the third effort managed to wrap her hand around my shaft.

"It is so warm, no, hot, and throbbing. I've never held

one before," she whispered in an almost worshipful moan.

"Our boy Zane is actually quite big," Opal grinned

like a predatory cat.

"You've," gulp, "held a few cocks?"

Brandi wondered.

"No. But several of us girls measured him while he was,

preoccupied and checked online for references. He definitely qualifies as
larger than most," Opal chuckled playfully.

"You measured me in the shower?" I grumbled

indignantly. I would have been angrier except that as Opal stroked up my cock,
she would intertwine her fingers with Brandi's stationary hold, rub my cockhead,
then stroked back down. Fuck, that was awesome. Somewhere along the way Brandi
began pumping the top of my cock while Opal kept up on the bottom.

Sometimes when you don't imagine life can take you any

higher, you get tossed a stepladder. Opal leaned in and licked the slit of my
knob. Three passes of the tongue later, Brandi leaned in and gave it a try. Do
you know you can tell the differences in the girl by the texture of her tongue?
I'm learning new stuff every day (and night).

I only exited my early bliss when I felt Opal's mouth engulf

me and take in an inch, displacing Brandi's hand. Opal moved her head up and
down in a slow, steady, slick motion with a tongue that had advanced rapidly in
proficiency in the past week. I almost missed Opal snaking a hand to the top of
Brandi's head and bringing her down within striking distance.

Brandi probably didn't know she was sticking her tongue out

and licking her lips with sensual grace mixed with school girl innocence. In a move
that would have made the Women's 2008 Soccer Team proud, Opal transitioned
Brandi to her first taste of cock effortlessly and didn't need to press the new
girl's head down.

Brandi hovered there, her lips over the cockhead and her

tongue lifeless. Her eyes flashed to Opal, then to me, begging for guidance.

"Roll your tongue around the head," Opal counsels

her, "while going down a little further, until you are about to gag."
Brandi proceeded to do just that and I had to admit she was really
enthusiastic.

"Umph humf " she gurgled as she took almost half

of me into her steamy mouth, brushing the back of her throat.

"What was that?" Opal teased her as she stroked

Brandi's hair and twirled a lock around her finger. Brandi reluctantly pulled
off, yet managed to do it with an angelic cast to her aura.

"I thought this would be gross but cock-sucking is

wonderful. I want to gobble Zane all up," Brandi bubbled, "Do you
think I can swallow all of him?"

"Slow down, cowgirl!" Opal giggled.

"No teeth," I cautioned her. I didn't want to

sound like a wimp but I'm seriously attached to my cock; it has gotten me out
of trouble more times than I can count. I owe it to Zany Zane to keep him safe.

"Tell me if I'm doing something wrong," Brandi

peeked at me coyly. Before I could rummage up a reply, she pursed her lips and
went down on me again. She bobbed up and down repeatedly and after a while,
Opal joined in by pumping the bottom of my shaft and fondling my nuts. Brandi
gagged again and again but kept charging back down for more until I felt her
throat's embrace of my cock tighten and my girth slip farther down.

Not to be outdone, Opal deemed it time to nestle her head

against Brandi's cheek and suck in one of my balls, licking and sucking on my
ball sack. She lifted my leg aside and over her shoulder so she could slide
around for better access. Hell, I would have twisted myself into a pretzel for
the sensations those two girls were giving me and the only other thing I could
think was, this was them at the beginner's level. What would experience bring?

When Opal began rubbing against my anal ring, I could feel

my control slipping, a red haze of orgasmic anticipation overwhelming
everything else.

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I'm going to cum!" I

cried out. Brandi bobbed, oblivious to the implications for several more
seconds.

"Brandi," Opal warned her urgently, "he's

about to shoot his semen down your throat!" That caused Brandi to freeze
up, begin to panic, and start gagging once more. She popped up, her teeth
scrapping over my angry purple head, causing me to yelp.

"Oh, God, what do I do?" Brandi pleaded.

"Put your mouth over his head, suck lightly, and stroke

him rapidly with your hand," Opal guided her. Opal caught my surprised
look so she explained. "The Science Club has an illegal internet hook-up
the school doesn't monitor. A few of us looked up blowjob techniques."
Brandi came down on me with remarkable alacrity and a touch made more
intriguing by her rapid, painful departure. Then it occurred to me: we have a
Science Club?

"Atta girl," Opal sighed with some relief. She'd

blown me once before but it had been, admittedly, her first time.

"All, most, there," I growled to Brandi. My hips

began micro-thrusts up and Brandi became more vigorous.

"Get ready," Opal grinned. "Now swallow like

crazy, and it is a creamy/salty taste so don't freak out."

"Cumming!" I growled, and I did. Brandi choked for

an instant but then I felt her throat constrictions as she gulped my seed down
and rolled my cockhead with her tongue.

Six times I shot off strongly, once or twice as twitches,

before I sank down onto my bed and started breathing at something resembling a
normal rate. Brandi sat back before I was totally done, savoring the taste of
me in her mouth. Opal guided herself to my still hard cock and began lapping up
the remains of my semen and Brandi's copious saliva.

"When can you be ready again!" chirped Brandi.

Blink. Opal chuckled around my rod, clearly amused with Brandi's evolution to a
more sexually liberated mindset. She then sat up and began licking my semen
that was still around Brandi's lips and dripping down her chin, I gotta do this
again!

"Give me a few seconds, Brandi," I joked, as I

wormed my way up toward my pillow and collapsed.

"Groan, we should also consider going to bed sometime

before sunrise," Opal muttered only half-jokingly. The two girls cuddled
up with me, Brandi in the middle, trading kisses back and forth between Opal
and I. I reached across her and tantalized one of Opal's nipples, causing her
to close her eyes and bite her lower lip.

"When can we get together like this again?" Brandi

sighed happily, as she pushed her heart-shaped ass against my crotch and
stroked Opal's cheek and temple.

"At 5:45 in the morning Zane has shower time and

anything goes. So if you want to get together then, Opal hinted seductively.
Brandi bit her finger like the lovely little slut-angel persona she had
suddenly embraced.

"What's next, Brandi wondered, "for us,

sexually?"

"I think bedrest is next," I told her.

"I think she means experimenting, and if I know

Zane," Opal winked, "he'll get behind the situation." I groaned
at the play on words but Brandi was confused.

"This isn't the time," I sighed, feeling the

fatigue creeping in.

"Oh, come on," Brandi begged.

"Well, I've heard certain Seniors talking about Zane,

and how he pounds that big cock up their asses," Opal purred with feline
seductiveness. Brandi shivered, then flexed her ass around my hardening cock.

"That," she worried while squeezing my cock with

her ass cheeks, ", up my ass, that's scary," Brandi whimpered.

"I've never done it before but I hear those girls

really love it," Opal tantalized Brandi, "that thick cock pushing
deep into you, filling you up, his hips pounding down on your ass, while he
kisses you on the neck and ear, his hot breath," Brandi began rubbing her
cunt, "on your neck, that rod pumping in and out, and Opal started
laughing.

Brandi began breathing heavy, her heart rate quickened and

her hand picked up its rhythm.

"Imagine all that heat that was in your mouth, in your

ass instead, burning you up and stretching you out until you just can't take
anymore, and then, Opal paused for effect ", he tells you he's halfway
in."

Brandi rolled over and looked at me with wide eyes, clearly

in need, clearly ready to ask me to fuck her ass then and there, and my phone
rang.

Sold Out and a Price to be Paid

"Zane Braxton?" an unknown female voice inquired.

"Sure is; Colorado State?" I guessed. The woman

gave a playful chuckle.

"Brianna Kincaid," she filled me in; her accent

was a bit off but I couldn't place it. "Well, did you like what you
saw?"

"I can't believe you actually asked me that," I

laughed, "but since you want some well-deserved flattery, I'll tell you
that what I saw was damn sexy, but, well, "

"Yes?" she questioned.

"It made me wonder how great you must taste, and how

your flush lips would feel along the tip of my tongue, you know, the way they
are when you make that first tentative contact," I explained.

"Ah, fuck," she moaned, "that's teasing, damn

it!"

"Is it teasing if I plan to deliver?" I countered.

"Do you promise to make me cry your name out like

Sister Leigh did?" she upped the ante.

"Huh? What? Am I missing something here?" I

evaded.

"Did the Lancaster chapter house tell you what they

sent out?" Brianna questioned me.

"They said they sent a picture," I replied, which

caused Brianna to laugh uproariously.

"Damn. They sent out an edited session of you with

Leigh, and then you, Leigh, and Paris," she chortled.

"I, well, let me explain," I stammered.

"Wait, video too?"

"Yes. Leigh's webcam was on," Brianna snickered.

"She claims it was accidental." Suddenly the whole 'dunking me in the
pool' thing was a bunch more suspicious. "It was really nice of you,
trying to take the fall for those two, I mean Paris and Leigh, with their
President. It shows you can be a real gentleman."

"Who did she share this with?" I inquired

fearfully.

"Every chapter house in North America," Brianna

said with unbridled mirth. My silence must have been deafening because,
"Zane, did we break you?"

"No," I sighed, "it is just that I go to a

Christian School and this may become a problem."

"Christian School, please tell me it is a college of

some kind," Brianna pleaded. "For that matter, please tell me you are
at least eighteen."

"My school is Freedom Fellowship University here in

Lancaster," I assured her, "and I'm eighteen. I have been for a few
months."

"Thank God. I was afraid that I had broken the

law," she sighed. "So is there anything you want to know about me?"

"What's your major? Do you have someone in your life?

What year are you in college?" I inquired.

"You don't want a picture or to know my age?" she

asked with some curiosity.

"Well, age isn't really a factor for me, unless you are

some kind of child prodigy, you should be legal. As for a picture, not really,
because if you see me and don't want to hook up, there is no harm, no
foul," I outlined. There was a pause on her part.

"Zane, where did you say you went to school?" she

asked suspiciously, leading me to believe I was the victim of an internet
search.

"FFU. And I know it is an All-Girls School but I am a

student here. It is a long story but Leigh and Tawny can verify it," I
swore.

"Wow, what is it like?" Brianna questioned.

"Me and over nine hundred women? It is exhausting, plus

the Administration wants me gone so my school days are full of
excitement," I confessed.

"So what exactly were you doing with that young lady I

helped out tonight, anyway?" she asked.

"We have a quaint little tradition here at FFU called

Handmaiden's Duty. It requires any freshmen to do any task that a more senior
student asks, baring anything actually damaging. Freshmen are safe in
classrooms and dorm rooms," I related.

"So, you end up doing things like shaving a girl's

legs, or shaving her muff in a rose design, that's classic," Brianna
murmured appreciatively. "And here I was afraid you were a whore."

"I prefer the term 'slut' over 'whore,' but I am a

slut. I love women, and I love learning about a woman's body, how special it
is, unique and exquisite," I told her.

"Damn, you sound sincere," she said with

compassion.

"That is because I am," I replied honestly.

"Okay, here you go," she stated, and a picture

arrived in my box. My eyes must have bugged because there were giggles on
either side of me.

"Brianna, I'm afraid your eyes will steal my

soul," I whispered. "They are so deep and green, like an angry, rich
sea whipped by a storm."

"First off, wow, that's a hell of a sweet thing to tell

a girl," she sighed sexually. "Second, who are you with? Or at least
tell me how many girls you are with."

"I call 'em like I see 'em, and I leave a woman's

identity in her own keeping so it's not something for me to reveal," I
responded, trying to be chivalrous.

"Opal!" called out Opal (funny how that works),

and tilting herself into view.

"Brandi," my second bed-buddy added with a bit

more decorum and only showing her head.

"They sound cheerful, I mean, Opal and Brandi, you

sound cheerful. How is my boy Zane doing tonight?" Brianna called out.

"Thank you for your help tonight, but to set the record

straight, he's our boy," Opal corrected her.

"His work looks great," Brandi jumped in, then

grabbed my phone, lowered it, and took a pic of my handiwork on her body.
"Neat, huh?"

"That is so cool!" Brianna reacted to the view she

was presented with. "It looks just like mine. Are you sure this was his
first effort? If so, he's got talent."

"This was my first effort, I swear," I defended my

creation and retrieved my phone.

"Quiet, Zane, the ladies are talking," Opal mocked

me.

"Oh? Oh, hell no!" I roared at Opal. I dropped the

phone and leapt on her while she squeaked and tried to roll away off the bed. I
caught her and we struggled, me on top. Opal beat me with her fists but it was more
play fighting than real because she couldn't stop laughing.

"What's going on?" Brianna shouted. "Come on,

somebody, show me what he's doing to her?"

Brandi picked up the phone and swung it toward us. I had

Opal pressed under me, her fists pinned to the side by my hands, and my hips
keeping her legs apart. Her legs were wrapped over my hips, her heels kicking
into my rump. While Opal's playful lilt rang out I was busy nibbling her neck,
which was turning that lilt into deeper moans.

Brandi recorded a short video, including one of her waving

'Hi' for Brianna's later use.

"There you go," Brandi grinned.

"Holy Crap, he's living his life in a porno,"

Brianna exploded with laughter. "Hey, Adele, come look at this!" I prayed
that Adele was her roommate and not someone she barely knew who was passing
down the street.

"Whoa!" a different voice came on seconds later,

"That's the boy you bought? Brianna, I'll do your calculus homework for a
month. Fair trade?" Bought? Was this going too far?

"No!" Brianna declared. "He's all mine, for a

whole day I can do with him whatever I want."

Huh? Seriously, what had I gotten into over the sake of one

woman's private parts and some freaky tradition I had perverted? Was this God
telling me he was angry with me?

"Now listen up, Kappa Sigs," Opal lectured,

"he's yours for one day because we are letting him off his leash, but he's
ours every other day, and night, for the next four years. He's the only one we
have and he's got to satisfy all of us before we graduate."

Now it is clear; I've gone to hell. I'm surrounded by

gorgeous girls who want to murder me with the thing I love the most, sex. If
Opal hadn't felt so wonderful beneath me, I'd have cried right then and there.

"Try not to suck all the cum out of him," Brianna

began, "because I like to , she didn't finish because,

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Brandi exploded,

"I gave my first blowjob a few minutes ago and it was heaven (not that
Heaven). I mean, WoW! He was thick and creamy and a bit salty, and there was
lots of it, but WoW! I could have been doing this in High School!"

"Congratulations on your first BJ , Adele

congratulated Brandi.

"Brandi," she told them who she was.

"Brandi. Can you show us how it is done ,  right

now?" Brianna suggested.

"It was thick and creamy and salty too, and lots of

it." We could hear Adele lick her lips. I had to stop this.

"No. No more blowjobs tonight," I laid down the

law. "Brianna and Adele, it is past eleven here and I have to be up at
5:30 so I'm calling this quits for tonight. Feel free to call me whenever but
please remember the two-hour differential."

"Man knows his time zones," Adele chuckled.

"I spent over two years in Thailand," I informed

them.

"Really? One of our sisters is from Thailand. Hang on,

I'll go get her," Brianna said.

"Wait, how do we know you actually spent time in

Thailand?" Adele inquired playfully.

"Tell her this," I said, then related a sentence

in Thai which I had Brianna repeat several times until she got it right.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"Go tell her and find out. I wouldn't steer you wrong

or cause you pain, trust me," I responded. Brianna was gone for over a
minute but when she returned, she had a new voice with her. It belonged to a
stunning Thai woman who gave me a traditional Thai greeting and we chatted
amiably for a few minutes in her language.

She was a city girl but she'd heard of the boondocks I'd

lived in. She actually was half-Thai, with a Malay mother and a Thai father,
though they all lived in San Diego for the past five years. We were coasting
along when suddenly she exclaimed,

"Wait! You are the guy with the wonder cock!"

Jarunee, the Thai girl.

"I am a guy and I do have a cock, so technically that

could be me," I chuckled.

"No, you are the guy who nailed Paris and Leigh in

Virginia," she clarified.

"Guilty, though I prefer 'got together with' over

'nailed'." I tried to salvage some dignity.

"No. Dude, we went over things pixel by pixel and

Leigh's scream made the glass in her windows vibrate. In California, that
qualifies as 'nailed her'." Jarunee laughed, then said, "So what's
the debt on this guy like?"

"He owes me twenty-four continuous hours of

service," Brianna replied cautiously. Somehow, my spending the night with
her had turned into twenty-four hours of servitude.

"I'm already doing her Calculus homework for a

month," Adele volunteered.

"I didn't accept that deal," Brianna pointed out.

"I'll do your Psych term paper for you," Jarunee

offered.

"Oh, come on," I groaned. "You ladies don't even

know me. I could be a moron with the personality of cottage cheese."

"Brother," Jarunee snickered, "on Saturday

you nailed two Sisters another unknown chick, then had a four-way at your house
that same night, and now we find you with two more lick-worthy babes in bed
together. You have to be doing something right." I felt totally betrayed
by my sex drive.

"Wait," Brandi interjected. "He had a date

last night with a Senior named Heaven. I'm sure he nailed her too." I fell
face first into my pillow and began sobbing.

"Zane, did you have sex last night?" Brianna

teased me. I nodded into my pillow. "With more than one person?" I
nodded again, then there was a pause. "At the same time?" Another
nod.

"Ladies," Opal jumped in, "I will also

testify that he had sex in the shower this morning with more than one girl but
it was more of a 'satisfy us girls' kind of thing. I think that solves your
dilemma, Zane is user friendly; the more users, the better he performs."

"Opal! Brandi!" growled Barbie Lynn sharply, having

arrived unnoticed. "It is past time for you to go." Opal's eyes flew
wide and she reached for her discarded clothes. Brandi dropped the phone and
ran for the door.

"Brandi! Dress first and then go," Barbie Lynn

directed angrily. Brandi tiptoed back to my bed and rapidly dressed herself. I
could tell Barbie was faking the anger but it was a good sell.

I rolled onto my side and picked up the phone from the

quilt.

"Sorry, ladies, time for me to go," I sighed

groggily.

"Who is this new girl, Zane?" Brianna asked.

"That's Barbie Lynn Masters, my Dorm Mother," I

replied.

"Dorm Mother?" Adele inquired.

"Yes. I'm in an all-girls dorm, thus a female dorm

head," I explained.

"I'll fill you girls in later." Brianna preempted

yet another explanation from me about my current circumstances.

"Who is on the phone, Zane?" Barbie asked as the

other two girls fled down the stairs and she sat on the bed next to me.

"Brianna, Adele, and Jarunee from the Kappa Sigma House

at Colorado State," I almost wept. Barbie took the phone and looked at the
three women.

"That's his Dorm Mother?" I heard Jarunee remark

to her sisters. "She looks like a Playboy Bunny." Barbie Lynn looked
at the Colorado State crowd.

"Hey, y'all," Barbie Lynn greeted them, which

resulted in a chorus of hellos, then "Zane?"

"The compressed version: I had to sell a day of my life

to fulfill a Handmaiden's Duty obligation to Brandi, and during Spring Break
Brianna is going to collect," I explained.

"Well, goodnight Colorado State girls. It is time for

Zane to go to bed," Barbie Lynn stated authoritatively.

"Forgive my presumptiveness, Barbie Lynn,"

remarked Jarunee snidely, "but you have on a see-through white spaghetti
strap top with a bare midriff and pink short shorts that look like they last
fit you when you were twelve. Do you really expect us to believe that Zane is
going to sleep now?"

"Oh, I never said he was going to sleep, ladies,"

Barbie Lynn smiled sweetly and possessively. "I said he was going to bed.
See, I'm cold and lonely and empty inside and Zane's going to burn me up, fill
me until I can't take anymore, and hold me all night long." She let that
image hang there for a few seconds. "Night, y'all", and she hung up.

"Thanks for covering for me, Barbie Lynn. I'm at my

wit's end," I sighed as I rolled over onto my back.

"Cover for you? Zane, if I don't get some of your stiff

cock in me this hour, I'm going to break down in tears, so please, please help
me," she pouted, and leaned forward, wanton lust personified.

What did that old soldier say? 'Time enough for me to sleep

when I'm dead'. I believed that. I also was coming to believe that I'd be dead
before my nineteenth birthday, a combination of lack of sleep, sexual
exhaustion, and/or an angry male relative/boyfriend. Of course, all of that
philosophizing really didn't matter right then.

Barbie Lynn was sympathetic enough to be on top in our '69'

position, having resurrected my rod and taking great pleasure in licking my
shaft around and around. I had two strong handfuls of Barbie-tush, which I
kneaded like unbaked bread when the phone rang again.

"Umm hmm hmm," Barbie Lynn mumbled around my cock,

unwilling to let go. She was telling me not to answer but I did anyway, in case
it was Rio or Iona. It was Brianna instead.

"Hey, Brianna," I said quietly, then stifled the

scream that came with Barbie Lynn biting my shaft hard enough to let me know
she missed my oral attentions to her cunt.

"Zane, are you okay?" Brianna responded.

"I'm in a '69', giving cunnilingus, and my partner is

unhappy to the point she bit my cock, so no, I'm not okay. Now what can I do
for you? But please keep in mind I may become a eunuch if this takes too
long," I answered.

"Whoops, sorry, but what did you have us tell Jarunee?

She won't say," she asked softly.

"I said 'Your nectar tastes like a fresh mountain rain

with a sprinkle of ginger'," I informed her.

"And you had me tell this to a sorority sister of

mine?" she questioned.

"It is part of an erotic Thai poem, and it is not

something a casual tourist would know," I pointed out. "You wanted to
know if I had actually lived there; right?"

"You are right; sorry. And now that I think of it, the

line is kind of nice," Brianna admitted. There was a moment of silence,
then, "What does she taste like?"

"Caramel with a hint of raw cocoa," I told her,

assuming she was asking about Barbie Lynn.

"Wow," she whispered. "What do you think I

taste like?"

"I will find out when the time is right. I find each

woman to be unique so why ruin the exploration with preconceived notions?"
I enlightened her to my approach.

"I'm like raw maple syrup," she described to me

after bringing two slick fingers up from off-screen and sucking them into her
mouth. "I'm Canadian, from Winnipeg. My major is Biomedical Engineering,
and I'm currently seeing someone but, I'm not happy with the
relationship," she confided.

"Canadian explains the accent I, slurp, slurp, slurp,

", couldn't place. I haven't a clue what a biomedical engineer does but
though I'm only a lowly freshman, I am Pre-Med, and," slurp, slurp, flick,
flick, flick, groan ", Happiness is like sunlight; more precious than
life, impossible to hold, yet ignored until it is absent, or so I was told by a
wise old man," I sighed.

Brianna was silent and Barbie Lynn had stopped her

ministrations to my manhood. I looked around her thigh to see what was wrong
and she was staring at me with the soulful blue eyes of a seraph, a tear
brimming along her lashes when I first gazed upon her, and then arching down
her cheek as I watched.

"Damn it, I have to go, Brianna. I've made my girl

cry," I relayed to the Kappa Sig. I caught her quiet goodbye before I hung
up but I was paying more attention to Barbie, who slowly uncoiled and crawled
on top of me, placing her ear over my heart. I stroked her hair, waiting for
her to order her emotions and communicate her thoughts to me.

"I came up here tonight doubting myself, Zane. I

thought I was nothing more than another face on the cavalcade of women you've
conquered, and you have conquered me alright," Barbie Lynn sighed.
"It isn't love, Zane, at least I don't think it is, but I can never be the
same, having been with you, and when I look at that, I realize how massive a
change that is."

"I came here knowing there'd be two girls and you would

have made them very happy and you would welcome me like you always do, and I
felt old and used," she confessed, "and in a few simple words, a few
sentences, you tell me without even talking to me how special all of us are to
you."

"You've never seen her and I doubt you've known her more

than an hour or two, but when she calls in the middle of the night while you
are being pleasured, you put your own needs aside and make her feel better
about herself, a total stranger," she relates with a certain wonderment.
"Forget what you've taught me about sex; Zane, you've showed me how to be
a better person."

"Don't let me ruin the moment, but please don't forget

about the sex. Sex with you is the best I've ever had, period. It blows my mind
how good it is and how lucky I am to be with you," I revealed to her.

"Even without me giving you my virginity?" she

whispered.

"The Ocean is salty so God gives us rain. I'm not going

to waste a single moment worrying or wanting something that isn't mine, or mine
to give, Barbie Lynn. You give me your body every time we get together. You
aren't holding anything back, not as far as I'm concerned, and I hope and pray
I never feel differently because then I would be someone I don't like," I
continued.

"If you only want to cuddle for the next nine months,

I'll still want you beside me every night. I'm not with you because of the sex,
which is AWESOME, but because it feels natural to be with you," I
confided, with a steady desire to hold her close. Barbie Lynn propped herself
up on her elbows, her hands forming a shelf for her to rest her chin on.

She leaned forward to kiss my lips but at the last moment,

pushed forward and bit my nose painfully.

"Ow!" I gasped.

"Let's get back to the awesome then," she giggled,

renewed by our emotional watershed. My last conscious thought sometime later
was, 'how are we going to get by on three hours' sleep?'

Making Mistakes

"Back up, all you horny bitches," Rio growled.

"Clearly he's on life support." I would have asked her to be more
polite but my only real desire was to crawl back into bed at that moment. I
must have looked like hell because everyone actually did what Rio ordered, and
I'm pretty sure Opal could beat Rio into next week if she desired.

As it was, my ladies stood watch over me with a compassion

and tenderness most of them couldn't have imagined holding for me a week ago. I
showered, and by unspoken consensus, Iona got to towel me off and fixed said
towel around my waist so I could go back to my 'room'. That warm fuzzy feeling
got my fires going where hot water had failed. I probably saved us a whole lot
of headaches too, for them anyway.

Rhaine, Mercy, and one other of her group were leaning

against the far wall when I came through the bathroom door. Without being
obvious, I let the door shut then slammed my heel against it.

"No more games," Rhaine gloated, as the three of

them came off the wall. Bump, bump, bump came from the far side of the door.
Rhaine looked at me with curiosity, not sure what that noise was.

Lucky for me, the first person who would have followed me out

the door was Iona, thankfully blessed with good hearing, and despite smacking
her face into the door, she managed to both not curse and to keep the others
quiet when they walked into her.

"Was there someone in there with you?" Rhaine

interrogated me. I arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah," I grinned. "Lots of people love to

wake up and get wet before 6:00 a.m., but why don't we go in there to make
sure? Answer me one thing, though; what color is your bra?"

"That's none of your business, you pervert,"

Rhaine shot back angrily.

"I'm just saying that if it is white, you are going to

look pretty naked when I get you under that showerhead," I smiled
lasciviously. It wasn't hard; Rhaine had a tight, hot body and if it wasn't for
that bitchy personality, wait, am I looking for even more sex? Someone please
shoot me.

To be continued in part 7, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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