Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 28
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Some masks hide who we are. Others show who we want to
be
I could bowl Mercy over with a feather. Rio and I are doing
the same social mechanics and come to the same conclusion. There are three
reasons to marry a gay guy;
Felicity doesn't need the money, so we simply assumed it to
be number two. We totally missed the other reason; Felicity is a lesbian. Rio
takes it in her slow and easy style. She walks up and puts Felicity in a gentle
Mercy, Felicity, Rio sandwich.
"I am going to have so much fun breaking you in,"
Rio whispers affectionately to Felicity. "When you get good at it, I'll
let you play with Mercy, she likes to be played with but you have to be firm.
Do you like it firm and hard, my most favorite and annoying little
Ass-Tramp?" Subtle like a freaking tsunami. Mercy recovers from her shock
to nod her head vigorously.
"What about Barbie Lynn?" Felicity inquires with
"She's Zane's," Rio informs her. Felicity looks a
bit disappointed. "Zane shares her though, so don't expect her to fall in
love with you," then leans in and up, "but you'll find out her lips,
titties and ass are to die for. Now let's go back to my room and let me show
you some things," Rio grins, looks over her shoulder and gives me a wink.
Barbie Lynn pats my ass then skips after the trio.
"We are going to lube up Mercy and try out some of the
basics," Rio instructs Felicity. "We'll see what intrigues you then
I'll send you home with some toys to practice with and, well, loosen you up a
bit. Mercy didn't become fantastic overnight. I had to work on her a lot. See,
and the conversation is drowned out by the rest of the students on the floor.
No one has batted an eye about Mercy, Rio, and/or Felicity
either. Maybe I really am the downfall of the Judeo-Christian tradition after
all. Rio is taking responsibility for Mercy. Mercy just stepped out to the
World as her true self, a tiny, tiny step anyway. Barbie Lynn is playing Dorm
Mother in spades and in a manner way beyond the Handbook's job description.
Valarie, Vivian and Iona have gathered together then when
Vivian finger-beckons me over. I saunter over to see what's going to go wrong
with my life next, and if they have any Tribbles hiding there I'm going to burn
the little bastards in the sink. That's not what brings me over.
"All the Advocate-candidates have been approached and
agreed to serve," Vivian seems amused to inform me. "They want what
little ceremony exists to be performed and the Advocates sworn in at 9pm."
"Has someone worked on an Oath of Office," I
groan. 'To one's self be true', what else can I say?
"It seems some of the prelaw students actually had a
little contest and they've put something together," Vivian smiles warmly.
"It has been downloaded to your phone, it is under Advocate Oath of
"Why are you being such a smart ass?" I look her
over. "Hasn't my day been bad enough?"
"Zane, have you seen your phone log for the past twelve
hours?" Vivian asks me. I have been ignoring my phone, in fact. I check it
now and I bless those hard working Taiwanese and the huge memory capacity
they've put in my global lifeline; otherwise my phone would have melted down
Fuck, I have phone calls from people I don't even know, who
live in, France, Germany, Brazil and Belarus? I rack my mind to remember where
Belarus is, blonde-haired, blue eyed Slavic ladies, now I know! The viewing of
Star Trek humiliations seem to be universal but at least they don't know my
name or face. There is some serious Time Lord Mafia paddling over this one.
They've used my damn private phone number.
"When do you think you'll talk to Rio," Iona asks
"I'll take care of that right now, while she's feeling
happy and playful," I comfort Iona. "Besides, it could be worse;
everyone is looking for a pudgy Sasquatch, not me." The three ladies all
stare at me. "Oh fuck," I groan.
"Well," Vivian looks away (oh hell), "the
footage sort of shows you taking a shower plus your name and phone
"But your transformation into is a fur-ball is truly
precious," Valarie comforts/mocks me. "All my gal-pals out West think
you are so cute; Phoenix, one of my Mom's jailbird friends, even used the 'too
cute' emoticon and I didn't even think she knew what emoticons were. She sent
it to all her buds still in lock-up too."
"Great, I'm popular in a women's correctional facility,
at least it is in another state," I sigh upward. I pray to God that never
becomes relevant. "Hell, I have a housewife in Belarus she wants me as a
"What does she look like?" Valarie seems curious.
"How would I know?" I am somewhat offended.
Valarie takes my phone but I don't resist too much. She scrolls a bit then hits
the number. "Don't call her," I bark. Valarie laughs then hands me my
She shows me the 'entirety' of the girl's message. Nice
bikini, or what there is of it and I can't imagine it being too practical that
far north. She is divorced, with a one year old son, 22 years old and fresh out
of college with a job as a PR specialist for a real estate development firm.
She also speaks seven freaking languages, I feel like such an underachiever
right now, or male underwear model.
Maybe I'll make her a pen pal ~ she's a half a world away. I
should be safe. Right now I can't play it safe though; I have to go play with
Rio and I know that violates my health insurance under the 'feeding dangerous
"Zane," Iona offers to take my phone so I give it
to her (why should I distrust her right?). Her delicate little fingers fly
across it then she hands it back. "You now have a fifteen minute
warning," she is trying to be helpful.
"Paige seems to have vanished," I request,
"so when you see her, tell her to give us some peace please." The
three of the saner women I know give me a nod.
I round the final screen and there is my sleeping platform.
Barbie Lynn and Felicity are examining a stunning large collection of sexual
aids (that my credit card must have paid for), which Rio is sedately explaining
to them, sort of what you would expect from a Mary Kay or Avon saleswomen.
Mercy is bent over the bed, pushing up her ass by standing on her toes, skirt
and panties gone and surreptitiously undoing her blouse buttons when she thinks
Mercy even flashes a precious grin my way when she sees me.
It is the 'Weeee! I'm about to get fucked' look. While amiably chatting away,
Rio puts her hand over one of Felicity's hands and leads it over to Mercy's
flank. Felicity puts up a token resistance.
"Do that again and it will cost you," Rio purrs.
Felicity stares at Rio's feral nature, seeing her truly for the first time then
obeys. "Good girl," Rio coos in Felicity's ear.
That reminds me what I've forgotten to do today, the air
filters. I look around the various wardrobes for some sort of precision tool
like a baseball bat, crowbar, sledgehammer, fire axe or chainsaw, I have a
cricket bat? What the hell am I doing with a cricket bat? Isn't that the
National sport of India; is it even played on this continent? It may be one of
"Zane!" Rio snaps. Apparently she's been calling
my name for a second or two.
"Yeah Bro, what do you need?" I answer. I'm not
being attacked by someone so she must need something from me.
"Felicity is self-conscious about being naked in front
of us girls," Rio grins. "Could you pick out a swimsuit for her that
is conservative and demur?" In Rio-speak that means three small circle
Band-Aids and some dental floss.
"What color would you like Felicity?" I ask. She
says white; I groan because when you sweat/drip on white it becomes
translucent. Maybe she's teasing me.
I pick out a Rio-approved set (she has a whole drawer
labeled 'Slut Wear' after all), hides it from her until I walk around and hand
Rio approved approves the look suit then hands it to
"You expect me to wear this?" Felicity gasps.
"That's going to cost you Sweet-cheeks," Rio grins
"I can't wear this," Felicity stammers. Rio puts a
finger to her lips to stop Felicity from saying anything else.
"I apologize, Ms. Tolliver," Rio nods, "I
think you are in the wrong place. Thank you for the books; good-bye now."
Felicity is looking back and forth between Rio, Barbie Lynn, Mercy and me.
Barbie Lynn gives Felicity a friendly shrug; I mirror that gesture while Rio
takes up a medium lavender dildo, a bottle of lube and pours an expertly
delivered thin stream on the tool and Mercy's asshole as if they are one. She's
pointedly ignoring Felicity.
Felicity is a 'Prom Queen' type and now some jumped-up
freshman has dismissed her like she is nothing; I doubt that has ever happened
before. On the other hand, Rio is brazenly open with her sexuality and sexual
desires; a freedom Felicity has always felt denied her. Felicity almost makes a
crucial mistake but I catch her starting to form the words 'I'm sorry' to me
but I redirect her with a tilt of my head.
"I apologize," Felicity whispers.
"Zane, could you take over for me please," Rio
says. I step around to her far side and start working my dildo slowly into
Mercy's rectum. She wiggles her ass playfully to the intrusion. Rio steps up to
Felicity, rises up on her tiptoes and grips Felicity's head firmly but gently.
Rio tries to kiss Felicity but I can tell the taller blonde's jaws clench and
"One last chance," Rio insists. She lets the
implications sink in then kisses her again. It is a close thing but Felicity
finally breaks down and let's Rio's tongue master her tongue, mouth and lips.
Felicity moan eradicates a decade of repression and denial and it is with some
reluctance that the taller blonde lets the short, darker Rio settle down. Rio
presses a finger to Felicity's lips again.
"This is going to be the last time I'm nice to you for
some time," Rio begins. She stops Felicity from speaking once more.
"Zane and I are closer than family, he's number 1 in my book; there is no
other. I will call you whatever I want to call you and you will not talk back.
My safe words are 'That fucking hurts' or clapping your ankles together if you
"Mercy is mine; hurt her and I will bury you, my hand
to God. Outside of that, I will use you like I want to. I will show you things
you've only read about, make you dress in clothes that terrify you, and press
you as hard as I can because I care about you Felicity. Are you a virgin?"
"Yes," Felicity moans somewhat frightened.
"Your vaginal virginity is yours, your oral and anal
virginity are mine," she explains. "When I say come over, don't make
excuses, bring your ass to wherever I am. I am going to be hard on you and give
you to my friends to play with because it amuses me, clear? Are you okay with
this; if you aren't, this is your last chance to back out because I will hunt
your ass down after tonight."
"I can, I'm okay with this," Felicity says with
"Okay Bitch," Rio growls, "Take off your
shoes, panties and skirt; pick out the paddle you think you deserve to be
spanked with and bed over the bed. That shirt better not be in the way. Oh, you
are leaving your bra with me tonight, go home without it. You only wear panties
if you have my permission as well."
"Call me Rio," she clarifies. "I'm not afraid
of who the fuck I am. You've looked down at people like me all your life and
now you are going to be as degraded as what you wanted me to go through.
"Yes Rio," Felicity confirms softly.
"Well, get to it," Rio snaps and swats Felicity's
ass. "I want to waste some time on my beautiful, wonderful, annoying slut
here," she moved to Mercy, "and her tricky little self has been
taking off her clothes without my permission." The slap Rio plants leaves
a red handprint on Mercy who exhales contentedly at Rio's attention. "Oh,
you've been a naughty little fuck-slut, and you are wetter than the damn
river," Rio whispers in Mercy's ear as one hand pumps the vibrator in her
ass and the other strokes her wet cunt.
Yeah Rio, that's putting the fear of God in Mercy, right.
Felicity takes the most-wicked looking paddle available and I've never even
"Bro, we have a meeting at 9pm so we need to break it
up in about an hour," I give the bad news.
"Zane, damn, take over Mercy once more; I trust you
with her but I want tears and if you could get her to bite up a ball gag, I'd
appreciate it," Rio asks. Mercy has been placated and her position with
Rio affirmed. She's a happy little Bottom once more because Rio finds her
annoying, which means 'love' when translated into sane people-speak.
"Barbie Lynn, warm her up for me," Rio requests of
the blonde bombshell as she falls on Felicity's behind's like a Bedouin dying
of thirst. I can see Felicity about to turn and plead for Barbie Lynn's
attention because she mistakenly believes BLT will be hesitant. Boy, she's in
for a surprise. Barbie Lynn's thumbs push the base of Felicity's softly
resistant ass up and apart.
Barbie Lynn is lapping like a dog at Felicity's cunny
alternating flicks of the tongue along the labia and short, rapid intrusions.
"What kind of sick masochist are you?" Rio snarls,
waving Felicity's chosen paddle before her eyes. "I use this to crush the
skulls of rogue water buffaloes; where was I supposed to hit you; on the asses
of your ancestors cause that was where you were headed? What the hell was this
even doing in my collection anyway?"
"Also, what are you doing with your bra still on? I'm
going to want those bad boys milked before you escape tonight," Rio
"You didn't, Felicity starts to protest even as Barbie
Lynn twirls her toward orgasm.
"Shut up!" Rio hisses. "Barbie Lynn, teach
her a lesson." Barbie Lynn frees up one hand long enough to give her one
'moderate' spank. "Where is Paige; I need her nimble, spider-like finger
I can't seem to spot her so Paige is forced to clear her
throat, she has carefully hidden herself behind my, pillow; she's hiding by the
simple expedients of being in semi-darkness and being very still. It is so
eerie I almost love her, love her.
"Jesus H. Christ," Rio jumps. "I'd put bells
on you but I'd probably end up with them in my cunt, now that actually, focus
Rio!" she chastises herself.
"Paige, help me strip my latest toy down and give her
nipples a stress test," Rio requests.
"Deal, but you need to do me one favor," Paige
starts crawling over toward Felicity.
"Sure, now get snappy," Rio urges her on as starts
to pull Felicity's shirt over the girl's head.
"Forgive me for forcing Iona to help me and the Time
Lord Mafia," Paige cashes in her favor immediately. It is all the more
self-sacrificial in that I suspect Cordelia kept Paige out of the whole plot.
"Bitch," Rio seethes at Paige, "if you messed
up Iona I'll still find a way to make you pay, I promise you."
"You granted me a favor," Paige reminds Rio
"Zane, do something," Rio pleads.
"I've already sworn not to make the responsible parties
pay, beyond what Cordelia has already granted me," I grin. "I get
Paige's ass whenever I want, how often I want, until the end of October,"
Paige lowers her head and trembles with fear and
anticipation; the 'threat' of anal sex is something Paige and I are working
through plus, since Paige fears it, Rio will love the fantasy vision of Paige
squirming on my 'meaty pole', see Barbie Lynn's thesaurus. Rio can't get away
from Paige fast enough, falling into the narcotic pleasures of Mercy's
Rio is often misunderstood; pain is a daily part of her life
brought about by her blatantly aggressive lifestyle and the wraiths of her
past. Mercy isn't in any danger; she could hardly be safer at the moment,
figuratively speaking. Mercy's ass and cunt are getting a workout to the point
I'm afraid that Rio is going to shove that dildo all the way into Mercy's colon
and Rio's tongue might end Mercy's 'pesky' virginity by tongue-muscle action
Paige shoots me a sad smile before she gets on her back and
starts sliding under Felicity. When they are face to face, but running in
different directions, Paige and Felicity exchange some wistful kisses.
"You are beautiful," Felicity moans down at the pale
pink lips and snowy skin of someone who is working both overtime at being my
lover and more importantly, a friend to my group of friends.
"I know," Paige responds confidently before
wiggling her way further under Felicity.
Soon she has the first taste most likely anyone has had over
of her breasts and nipples. I can tell when Paige draws in the first full gulp
of tit because Felicity goes off like a bronco mare with a cougar cub on her
back. She is making deep, guttural moans but at least she's not screaming her
"Rio, do you want Felicity to taste my tits?"
Paige asks. Rio is being petulant.
"Rio, if you want I'll never talk to Paige or Iona
again because they are both Time Lord Mafia and they all had a part to play in
this," I declare. "I know of only one who didn't, and if she's my
sole friend with them after this, so be it, but you have to let me fight my own
fights alone from time to time and let me decide what counts as a
"Fuck the bitches," Rio pops up, much to Mercy's
astonishment, "One is more than enough."
"Fine, Iona is out Rio. The only one who didn't have a
part in this morning was Paige," I tell Rio. "I'll go tell her that
you two are done, but I'll have you know she was operating under my orders,
sort of. I told her not to go against Cordelia and she did as I asked."
Rio seems truly conflicted for the longest time then she
drapes herself over Mercy's body.
"Honey-hole reach back, take over and keep yourself
going or I'll make you feel up each Karate Club member during practice
Monday," Rio purrs to her lover. Mercy hastily obeys because I think
something about the way the situation playing out intrigues her.
Rio shuffles down to Barbie Lynn, Felicity's posterior and
"You fucking lied to me you freaky douche," Rio
declares venomously at the albino Paige. Paige wisely keeps silent, there is
nothing positive she can say. SheRio plants four resounding smacks on
Felicity's exposed bottom.
Felicity squeals, distracting Rio momentarily.
