Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 2
A Quick Execution Plan
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
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If my life is a mirror, why does mine have to be one-way with me on the wrong
Christina was waiting for me when I came out, minus her
servant (classes had just been let out so she hadn't snared one yet), but she'd
gained three sidekicks who looked upon me with varying degrees of amusement and
contempt. The shortest of them, a sexy brunette with a foxy-like face glared at
me with ill-disguised hate, over what I had no idea.
"Come on, Zane," Christina said as she handed me
her book bag, "time to face judgment."
"Face judgment?" I mused. "Are we really
going there? I made an honest mistake and besides, isn't forgiveness of sins
the prime Christian virtue?"
Angry Girl grabbed my arm and yanked but the sad facts of
physics and my contrariness kept her from moving me. The girl ground her teeth,
"Zane, come," dictated Christina calmly.
"Heaven, release him before he starts crying to the liberal media about
physical abuse." Heaven? Seriously, who names their daughter Heaven, I
thought, then I remembered where I'm standing. I meekly went to Christina's
side when Heaven released me, then we started making our way to the
My phone went off and I checked the message and had to
snicker. It was Iona and apparently the girls are starting to use my time as some
"What was that all about?" another sidekick asked.
This one was actually friendly. "I'm Chastity," she identified
"Hey, Chastity," I grinned back to her. "That
was an enterprising freshman who is keeping track of which lady has requested
my Handmaiden services, and now I'm apparently being swapped around."
"You are a whore," snarled Angry Chick Heaven.
"Listen," I shot back, "this is your crazy
tradition, not mine. I'm only doing what my upperclassmen are demanding of me.
I'm acting like any other incoming freshman. But I have to admit, I haven't
actually read the handbook yet."
"Let it be, Heaven," advised Christina. "This
will all be over in thirty minutes and he'll be gone."
On that note, I turned to the last unnamed senior. "So
what's your name, if you would be so kind as to tell me?"
"Faith," she replied cautiously. I kept grinning.
"I swear, if you ladies have a girl named Hope in your
close circle of friend we should form an all-girls 80s-style punk rock band.
I'll be the manager, constantly clashing with Christina over artistic
differences," I rambled on.
"You are kind of a nut," Chastity pointed out.
"I'm on the verge of the shortest college career in
history so I admit to being a bit nervous," I confessed, and surprise of
surprises, Chastity placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Somehow that made
Heaven angrier with me, which I didn't think was possible.
Before I could delve into the psychoses of Heaven, we
arrived at the Chancellor's office. I gave Christina her bag as the girls
abandoned me once the secretary ushered me in with a disdainful sniff of her
Inside were six women but I only recognized two: Chancellor
Doctor Melrose Bazz and Ms. Goodswell, who also happened to be my assigned
"Come in and sit down, Mr. Braxton," commanded
Doctor Bazz. Since the only open chair was directly in front of her desk and
flanked by the other chairs (so I'd be doubly flanked), I took my seat.
"As you must now understand, there has been a horrible
error," the Chancellor continued. "To rectify this situation you will
withdraw from Freedom Fellowship University effective immediately. Your tuition
will, of course, be refunded." She slid some papers in front of me.
"I take it everyone knows who I am, ma'am, but who am I
in the room with?" I inquired.
"Sign the papers," insisted Doctor Bazz.
"Can I think about this?" I inquired.
"Are you sure?" I persisted.
"Yes," she snapped angrily.
"Okay, then, I'm not signing," I decided.
Everyone stirred restlessly.
"You don't have a choice," one of the unnamed
women in the room declared. "Security will hand you over to the Sheriff's
Department as we remove you if you don't leave sensibly."
"That sounds like a lawsuit," I noted.
"You are mistaken, Mr. Braxton," the Chancellor
glared. I noticed the unnamed woman farthest from me looked less than
convinced; that made her the college's lawyer.
"Chancellor, I have a deep respect for you and for the
school you so expertly shepherd. I'm not out to embarrass this
institution." I tried to relate to all of them.
"The problem for you is that at no time in the
registration process was I ever asked if I was male," I began my argument.
"I entered my first name in as Glenn; your computer system transcribed
that over to Glenda. At no time did I attempt to deceive the administration. I
also can call forth witnesses from my dorm floor that will testify that I
clearly didn't understand this was a woman's institution of higher
"You are being highly disruptive to the school and
you've already been in one fight in your first four hours of school,"
another unnamed member announced.
"Pardon me, but I don't know who you are," I asked
"Dana Gorman, Head of Security and Dean of
"Coach Dana, I was not aware that anyone was hurt and
since I wasn't supplied my Handbook until yesterday afternoon when I went to my
dorm room, I had no idea about the Handmaiden's Duty. I did find my roommate
pinned to the ground with three girls sitting on her while she screamed and
cried. I pushed/kicked them away and picked her up. I acted with charity and
compassion," I put my best spin on the case as possible.
"Doctor Josephine Sergeant, Dean of Sciences," the
other unnamed woman introduced herself. "I'm not sure how I can fit you
into my program, Mr. Braxton. The corpses Advanced Biology students work on are
"Doctor, I would imagine if I do become a doctor, I
will have to work on women from time to time," I countered.
"Mr. Braxton, nothing good can come of your
intransience. Sign the papers, take the fall off, and find another school more
fitting to your nature and gender," the Chancellor spoke.
We had a still moment, then Ms. Goodswell cleared her
"Zane, why do you want to stay?"
"Short answer: this school has nine hundred women and
one me; what's not to love? Long version: my inheritance is based on me being
eighteen and in a college of my Aunt's choosing. It is too late for me to get
into another program this year so if I don't fight, I go broke. I have nothing
"Ms. Lane," the Chancellor addressed her lawyer,
"is there any reason we can't escort Mr. Braxton to the gates right
now?" The attractive young lawyer brushed a stray strand of her lovely
light brown hair before responding.
"There does seem to be a flaw in the administration
software. There is no sexual differentiation key. Medical files were submitted
as required and they clearly identify him as being male so there was no
indication of evasion on his part, we missed it. FFU can expel him if he
doesn't leave of his own accord but he definitely has a lawsuit against
That gave people food for thought. It took Ms. Goodswell to
save the day and I didn't really expect that.
"Mr. Braxton, do you promise us to be an exemplary
student if we allow you to stay out the semester?"
"Well, we can't keep him where he is," insisted
"We can keep him in his residence hall but place him in
the Solarium. We can fix up something for him by tonight, and we have him
cleared to use the fifth floor showers as schedules allow," Ms. Goodswell
"The place is a mess," Dana grumbled.
"I'll work to make it better as time allows," I
"Mr. Braxton, wait outside while we discuss this,"
commanded the Chancellor.
I took my cue and left quickly. Christina and clique were
sitting patiently waiting for me. She stood and made to leave.
"I was told to wait here," I informed her, which brought
the whole troop up short.
"What are we waiting for?" Christina inquired.
"Oh, I have them over a barrel so I insisted they
assign one of you to be my bed warmer for the rest of the week. They are
debating on which one of you gets the honor," I teased.
"You bastard," spat Heaven, getting in my face.
"You are a vomitus piece of filth!"
"Just for that, you are next," I grinned
"Huh?" she looked far angrier than uncertain,
"Oh, during the upcoming sex orgy I host, you are
'Next'. See," I sighed dramatically, "I'm not likely to remember your
name so when I call out 'Next,' I mean you."
I had a split second to decide whether I'd duck or not.
Training was screaming at me to half-step back while bringing up an arm to
block but, Pow! I staggered back to the wall and slumped halfway down to the
floor. Heaven kept coming and kicked me twice in the shin before Chastity and
Christina pulled her off me.
She was still sputtering and growling when the Chancellor's
door opened up and Ms. Gorman stepped out and closed it behind her.
"What is going on here?" she hissed.
"There was a misunderstanding," Christina
"Actually, Heaven punched me after I deflected one of
her insults," I countered. "Now I have to ponder civil litigation."
"What?" Christina asked cautiously. Heaven was
less diplomatic or restrained.
"You provoked me," she accused me.
"Do you know word one about my sexual habits? Could you
prove a believable threat to you or someone around you? Barring that, you just
committed assault," I informed Heaven.
"You are willing to gamble we would betray Heaven to
someone like you?" Faith threatened.
"No," Dana answered for me. "I have little
doubt that Mr. Braxton has noted that all classes and administration rooms have
cameras." She seemed bitter about her own security procedures. The rest of
the girl posse seemed equally unhappy except for,
"Come on," Chastity told me as she offered me a
hand up. I took it and quickly was upright once more so that we were chest to
"Please don't do this, Zane," she said evenly.
"Very well, Chastity, because it was you who requested
it, but I do ask for one thing in return," I told her.
"Of course he wants something," Heaven snarled
"Actually, all I want is five minutes with
Heaven," I explained, and when Heaven rolled her eyes and Chastity looked
uncomfortable, I added, "no physical contact at all, only sitting down and
"She'll do it," Christina agreed.
"You'll do it or be expelled and face possible jail
time," Ms. Gorman stated.
"No," it was my turn to say. "I was joking; I
won't press charges against Heaven."
"She can still be expelled," Dana insisted.
"For what?" I asked. Dana looked at me cautiously.
"Hell, we were just fooling around; right ladies?" No one said
anything because to speak was to court the sin of falsehoods.
"Yes," said Christina, taking the plunge; the
Dana bored me into place with her gaze, weighing her
"Keep it down out here," she snapped to the room,
"especially you young ladies. I expected better from you four." The
implication was that my cock exempted me from mature behavior.
"Thank you," Chastity told me.
"It took the grand total of one word, please," I
explained. "I know it must be hard to believe but I'm not a total
"Are you still going to make me pay for insulting
"The week isn't over yet," I pointed out. The
resulting silence was interesting.
Five minutes later the door opened and the women filed past.
The second to last one out was the lawyer, Ms. Lane.
"Mr. Braxton, we will have to get together to discuss
some of your unique legal issues and liabilities next week," she informed
"I await you at your leisure, Ms. Lane. Whatever you need,
I'll do my best to comply," I smiled.
"It will certainly be easier if you are
compliant," she smiled back before turning and heading into the hallway,
my eyes watching the line on her stockings going from where her skirt's hemline
revealed her shapely thighs down her muscular calves to her four-inch heels.
"Temptation comes in many forms," Ms. Goodswell
said, interrupting me from the distraction of Ms. Lane's luscious posterior, a
look that Ms. Lane caught as she smiled and turned out of sight.
"In my admittedly limited experience, temptation is a
result of dissatisfaction with one's circumstances, not a weakness of
character," I offered as an explanation.
"As your spiritual counselor, I feel it is my duty to
keep you on the straight and narrow," Ms. Goodswell sighed with faux
"I don't mean to make things hard for you, Ms.
"Enough sexual innuendo for the moment, Zane; you've
been given an opportunity so don't blow it, don't disappoint me," Ms.
Goodswell warned me while stabbing me in the chest with a well-manicured cherry
gloss fingernail. I gave her a funny look.
"What is it, Mr. Braxton?" she asked.
"Oh, it is the fact that you are attempting the
impossible, restoring my faith in organized Christianity, I answered while
"Virginia," Ms. Goodswell filled in the void of my
unsubtle inquiry. "You are going to be trouble," she said, but her
smile belied any worry on her part.
"Well, I must get to lunch. I have a deserving Mistress
who demands that I spoon-feed her," I told her as I moved to Christina and
"Your room, seven o'clock, Zane. We'll be moving you to
your new lodgings then," Virginia instructed. I nodded my acknowledgement
then headed off to my late lunch.
As we crossed campus, we remained relatively quiet until we
approached the Dining Hall.
"You remain intriguing, Mr. Braxton," Christina
"I am equally drawn to you, you sanctimonious
twat," I bantered back, and the girl posse jerked in response.
"I hope they house you in a deep, dark hole,"
"I hope they do too," I beamed at Heaven,
"and I hope you have the only key."
"Why is that?" asked Chastity.
"I'd let him starve to death," Heaven grinned
viciously. I kept my eyes on Heaven.
"Well, if Heaven had the key, she could come down and
torture me whenever she wanted," I explained, and when Heaven licked her
lips in anticipation, I added, "and she'd look so fetching in nothing but
thin strips of black leather, high heels, and a whip in her hand as she scourged
the sin out of me again and again, ." I licked my lips sensually at
Now all movement stopped; even the normally homicidal Heaven
was caught up in the imagery (which she liked) and the other girls were wrapping
their minds around the implications of either me on my knees, Heaven in
"You have a very sinful mind," accused Faith.
"I have never denied that," I responded. "I'm
a flawed creature in need of redemption, I admit that. Thankfully, I've chosen
a religion based on forgiveness and second chances, then, eh?"
Any further comments were interrupted by a girl running into
me, more like almost running over me.
"Zane! They didn't transubstantiate you into communion
wafers," Rio squealed, showing more womanly affection than I would have
Rio didn't do a great job of being 'surprised' when she
noticed the girls around me. Heaven glared at Rio and I tried to shift myself
between them but Christina intervened before anything happened.
"Felon, I am in need of a stool to sit on; I'm
tired," Christina said. As she used the word 'felon,' she smirked at me.
"Wouldn't you rather have me lie on my back so you can
sit on my face so I can get you off? That way we could both eat lunch,"
Rio sneered back. Christina didn't bite.
"Make a seat, little felon," Christina smiled. I
had a sudden desire to miss lunch.
"I've got this, Zane," Rio told me as she touched
my upper arm and pushed me toward the door.
As I grudgingly walked away, I saw Rio get down on all fours
on the grass and Christina take her seat. The best thing I could say about the
situation was that Queen Christina didn't bounce up and down.
Before I could come up with some rescue strategy, Iona
corralled me and led me to the Handmaiden Mistress of the moment; Dove.
Dove's food had grown cold and Iona had kept assuring her I
was on my way so I set to my latest exercise in humility. Dove expected me to
sit with her. I brushed her shoulder-length auburn hair aside and fed her
mouthful after mouthful, using a napkin to tantalize her lips after every few
bites, which Dove found enticing and the surrounding tables found romantic. I
was getting the feeling that the girls were looking at this whole Handmaiden thing
At three o'clock I made it to Soccer tryouts, forgetting one
little gigantic complication, this was Christina's team. She and the coach
decided that since they couldn't outright deny me the chance for a place on the
team, they could make me target practice (aka goalie). I blocked eleven shots
from established members of the team (they have Soccer/Football in Thailand)
but number twelve got past me, I was off the team.
At four came Archery tryouts and I was starting to feel the
weight of being the true outsider here, and it got worse when I saw our Team
Captain was Chastity Adams, aka Chastity of Team Christina. I turned to put my
equipment up when Chastity called me over.
"What are you doing, Zane?"
"I've just finished having Christina use me as a crash
test dummy," I admitted. "I figured I'd save us both some time so
that you could concentrate your efforts on people who might actually have a
chance to be on the team."
"Zane, why don't you think I'd give you a chance?"
"Will you give me a chance?" I wondered.
"Not if you quit right now," she pointed out.
So, I gave it a shot and I leaned that I sucked at archery,
but clearly not as bad as most of the other girls so Chastity tapped me as a
competitive alternate, which meant I was to carry equipment and practice a lot,
"Why did you do this, let me on the team?" I
inquired after the team announcements.
"You aren't half bad," she explained, then smiled
and pointed out, "plus you will distract the other all-female teams."
"Thanks for the chance, Chastity," I said as I
"You are good-looking and funny, Zane, and the other
girls will work harder so they can stick around you," she responded while
looking at me intently. "Now go, you have another team to try out
for." Sometimes I needed to be reminded that there are things a
twenty-one-year-old could teach an eighteen-year-old.
I barely made it to Karate tryouts (Marksmanship and
Orientation were on Tuesdays and Thursdays). I didn't recognize our Team Leader
but our coach was Dana Gorman, Head of Security. She eyed me with suspicion but
it was nothing compared to the looks I got from the Team Sub-captain. I thought
I recognized the face but I definitely recognized her ass and the hair weave,
I'd put a foot in it when I kicked her off Rio, yeah me!
I told them I knew some kick-boxing but Dana was not
impressed so I was placed with the beginners group, which I proceeded to
dominate utterly. Ten minutes of that and the Team Captain Wilhelmina Spellman
put me in the second tier, where I went undefeated in our little sparing
Willie wanted to put me on the first team but the girl whose
ass I'd kicked vocally opposed her on it. Willie relented but only partially.
After class, the sub-captain would judge my performance and get the final say
if I was first-team material. I figured if I ripped out her still-beating heart
and showed it to her, I had a fifty-fifty chance of making the squad.
We squared off after the last girl left, the sub-Captain
didn't want any witnesses. She was more skilled and had more emotional
investment but I'd actually been in some real fights and was faster and
stronger. As far as matches went, it was pretty intense. We went back and forth
with no real advantage until she threw me by grabbing and tearing off my ghee.
Before she could capitalize I got in a kick to her gut and
when she unfolded, I head-butted her, causing her nose to bleed. I pulled up
and she rubbed her nose and looked at the blood.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry. Let me go get someone," I
"You hurt me," she muttered. "Lord Jesus
Christ, you hurt me," she said angrily as I stepped forward. I was so
overwhelmed with human compassion I didn't see the kick coming.
I was dreaming of running errands to a close village which
was something I got away with from time to time. It was a pleasant day if a
little cold for daytime in the Thai uplands. The young widow I spent some time
with was attending me and I was clearly lying back and enjoying some of our
intimate foreplay. Her mouth felt warm and comforting on my little helmet, her
tongue didn't twirl like it normally did, but I wasn't in Thailand anymore
My jaw hurt but that was far less relevant than the pressure
of the body I was feeling on my thighs, the warm, wet sensation around my cock,
and the feel of hands on my shaft and stomach. I propped myself up and looked
down at my crotch were our sub-captain looked up at me while keeping her
"Stop," I ordered her. She reluctantly agreed, her
eyes warring with anger, shame, and lust. I imagine she was wondering about
what kind of academic hell I was about to bring down on her or if she could get
away with crying rape as she pushed herself back and rested on her haunches.
"Take off your clothes," I ordered next. That
command staggered her but my gaze fixed her in place.
"What are you going to do to me?" she said with a
"I'm going to reciprocate what you've been doing to me.
You gave me a great lesson and I want to return the favor, now strip." She
thought about it a moment, then did a quick striptease which brought me to my
"What's your name?" I inquired as she finished.
"Cappadocia Davis," she murmured as she met me at
knee level. I started kissing her, drifting into chest contact and letting our
hands roam free for several minutes. Cappy had a very passive-aggressive style
and often mirrored what I did, all the signals of a confident virgin.
Getting us down head to crotch took little effort as Cappy
went back to administering her blowjob and I started working over her own
sexual center. She only asked me to hurry once when I was spending time getting
to know her thighs with delicate kisses. Though it was a bit rough, Cappadocia
worked me furiously with strong hands, plump lips, and a fighter's stamina. On
my end, I did all I could. I mapped out the pleasure lines along her thighs,
across the groin, and farther along the stomach and sides, passing the breasts
to the throat, ears and lips. Cappadocia expected a quick fuck and an equally
quick departure. As it was, we missed dinner and I would almost be late for my
Before then, I explored Cappy fully. I kissed every ebony
inch of her, from kneecap to navel; I took gentle tongue strokes to her lips,
cunt, and especially the clit while not forgetting a little tantalization of
her ass which drove her over the top to an orgasm by itself. Cappy was good
enough to take my seed not once, but twice, though the first time she took most
I sat there with two fingers stretching her lips apart while
my tongue languidly worked on her labia and clitoris. I tickled the clit,
sucking it with my lips, then blowing on it coolly. She learned how to swirl
with her tongue once my cock was inside her mouth for a stronger sensation.
Cappadocia liked a contest and we had the best of kinds; neither side won and a
rematch was in order, definitely.
"Cappadocia," I began as I was getting my outdoor
clothes on, "I don't think I'm ready for first team yet."
"Neither do I," she responded after a few moments
"I'd like to keep training for it, though. I'm not
going to give up trying, no matter how many private sessions it takes."
"I have to agree, Zane. You are not yet ready and it is
going to take a whole lot of private lessons to get you into 'first team'
shape," she nodded. I left with a sore jaw but thinking good thoughts. I'd
made two teams and had a shot at two others, as long as no one shot me or sent
me to get lost in the wilds with a false map.
The Solarium
Why am I Living in a Glass House?
I raced across campus to my dorm only to discover a sad
looking girl in a short terry cloth robe sitting on the outside steps with a
half-full trash bag. She perked up when she saw me.
"Zane," she hailed me, "I want you to take
out my trash." Okay, that seemed kind of lame to me because the dumpster
was thirty feet away so I had to think quickly.
"Umm," I looked her over.
"Jolene, this doesn't seem quite fair," I pointed
out, and I watched her deflate before me. "See," I said as I took her
bag of trash and headed for the dumpster, her tagging along, "maybe I
should come by your place tonight around nine thirty and clean up your room for
you. Does that sound like a more appropriate Handmaiden's duty?" The
little lights went off in her eyes.
"Yes," she bobbed her head. "Yes, it sounds,
amazing." Without telling me her room number, she skipped off through the
doors and went off to do God knows what. I went looking for Iona who, as I
guessed, hooked me up with the girl's location. Gliding into my room after that
"You are late, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Goodswell
"Handmaiden's Duty," I countered.
"We've moved all your furniture to the Solarium on the
top floor," Dana rumbled. Solarium, top floor. Wasn't I on the top floor
already? What was I getting into? That wasn't the most important thing at the
Rio sat on her bed, knees up, hugging a pillow and looking decidedly
unhappy at the world. I turned to the two teachers and asked them for a minute
with my old roomie. Dana grumbled but Virginia made her give us the space.
"What's up, Rio?" I asked as I sat down at the
foot of the bed. I knew what was wrong; I was abandoning her and I was not the
first guy to do so. The only problem was, I wasn't those other guys.
"Nothing's up, asshole," she shot back. "I'm
looking forward to not having you snore all night long. Plus, I'll be able to
shower whenever I want," she sniffled.
"Oh, well, dealing with you has been a total pain in my
ass too, Rio. It will be a relief to not have to wake up looking at you, your
tattoos and all those body piercings," I stated evenly.
"Hey, I don't have any piercings anymore," she
pouted, hurt by the comment and its accuracy.
"Well, I don't believe you, Rio. Sometime you will have
to come up to the Solarium and show me just how wrong I am. I'll leave out a
sleeping bag in case your city-bred ass gets lost and you can't figure out how
to get back down after dark," I joked.
"Zane, if they find you sleeping with a girl, you'll
get expelled," Rio whispered.
"Thank God you are not a girl, then, ya freak," I
grinned so she hit me with her pillow. Rio was sneering at me playfully as I
left; we were still friends.
Outside my room, I'd picked up an old friend, Barbie Lynn
Masters, and with Virginia, Dana, and Iona, we trekked to the fifth floor, then
Now, when they were designing this kind of dorm in the
nineteen seventies, the architect was on a 'Retro Victorian' kick. He
envisioned a safe green haven for the girls to go to where they would be free
to partake of nature's bounty without risking pesky urban menaces like rapists,
The Christian Elders liked the design so much, they
transplanted it to the Virginia countryside. Of course, there aren't a lot of
muggers in rural areas so the roof escapes weren't totally necessary or welcome
by the student body and when the school built its twelve-foot-tall brick wall
with security cameras around the entire facility, the need evaporated. Soon,
all the Solariums were abandoned, the plants died, and not all the window panes
It was a pretty freaking miserable place at first glance and
there was some suspicion that this was an indirect way to drive me out. But
they clearly had avoided the Developing World and my long experience in it when
thinking this through. I loved it. I had roughly eighty percent of the dorm
building's floor space to play with. It would be a lot of work to fix it but I
had been accidentally supplied with a ready and willing work force.
Thank you, freshmen and Handmaiden's Duty, because amongst
its other virtues, the Solarium was my room, and a freshman in a dorm room was
immune to being summoned for Handmaiden Duty while in any such room unless
required by a duty to go there. All I had to do was have Iona get the word out
to our fellow freshman that my room was sanctuary and I was set.
All that was tomorrow; tonight, I had a cold room with squirrels,
maybe a raccoon or two, birds, spiders, roaches, and an assortment of other
pests, plus my bed, dresser, and a wardrobe from the drama department. I had
also secured the choice time of five forty-five to six as my bathroom time in
the morning, and ten to ten-fifteen in the evening. How I would actually piss
during the day was swept under the rug. Ms. Goodswell suggested I get a hall
pass during class periods for safety's sake. College, hall pass, Did they think
I should make up for missing high school?
It was lights out in my domicile. The moon was waning and
the sky was clear when I heard someone working the lock to my door at the
bottom of the stairs. Five people had keys: I was one, Dana Gorman was another,
Virginia Goodswell, and Chancellor Bazz were two others, but none of them, I
suspected. I spotted the faint moonlight playing across golden locks as my
"Hey," Barbie Lynn whispered as she came to a stop
by my bed. "I thought you might get cold so I brought you a quilt from storage."
"You are a life-saver, Barbie; I'm freezing in here.
Why don't you put the quilt over me and climb in so it will warm up here faster
and we can both get to sleep sooner," I responded softly. It was a weak
lie but it was really all Barbie needed; it was late summer in Virginia, after
She spread out the quilt and started to get in.
"Wait, you'll get your skirt wrinkled," I
cautioned her before she sat down. She nodded and stripped out of it, then
completed the process by stripping off her shirt, (no bra), socks, and shoes.
As she snuggled up against me, she realized I was naked.
"Oh, that doesn't seem fair," Barbie giggled, so
she wiggled around under the covers and tossed out her undies. "That's
better." I pulled her into my arms and I caught her stealing glances up at
me as she pressed her hands against my chest.
"We have all night," I assured her, and that
earned me a kiss. "Oh, and I have your missing panties in my book bag,
I returned her kiss and soon we were wrapped around one
another, engrossed in one another's erogenous zones (ear lobes, nipples, lips,
and throats) as well as tempting fate with a little penal vaginal contact.
After she wrestled me against the headboard and took my
member deep into her mouth we had a little session of 'try doing this and watch
him squirm' until I finally lost control and erupted several times into her
"Umm, Barbie Lynn murmured as she rolled some semen
over her tongue, eyes lighting up as I smiled at her talent. "Jesus bless
me, you taste nearly as good as you look. I want more!"
"Next time we can swap cum," I suggested to her.
Barbie wrinkled her nose.
"Doesn't that make you a homo?" she questioned. I
forgave her ignorance due to cuteness.
"You've tasted your juices on my lips but you are not a
lesbian," I pointed out. After a moment she nodded so I continued with,
"all I want to do is taste it on your tongue, not someone else's on my
tongue." Telling her I'd given more than one blowjob didn't appear to be
helpful at this time; I'm decidedly not heterosexual.
"Oh, you're pretty smart for someone so young,"
she smiled seductively. I cupped her face in one hand.
"I may be young and smart, but you are far more
beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, than me and one heck of a teacher because
you keep me wanting to learn more," I heartily complimented her.
I must have struck a chord because Barbie Lynn glowed from
the inside out and virtually poured like tanned molten gold into my lap.
"Fuck me," she begged with sensual need.
"What about your Pledge?" I questioned.
"Fuck my ass," she moaned, "it's not really
"Okay, Barbie Lynn, but teaching you to like it isn't
easy. I'm going to have to break you in all night long," I warned her, but
all I got was a violent trembling of anticipation which caused her to make my
lap damp and my cock rebound to duty.
We kissed deeply and with longing for over a minute, Barbie
rocking in my lap, her labia brushing my cockhead.
"Is it going to hurt?" she panted into my lips.
"Yes. The first time you are going to scream, but I
promise you I'll show you how good it can be," I assured her. She gulped
in fear but smiled with wanton lust in her eyes.
I played with her cunt and my cock, doing tiny penetrations
until Barbie lost it in a screaming, ear-splitting orgasm, "God loves me,
God loves me, God Loves ME!!!!" She followed that up by collapsing against
me and burying my face in her ample bosom. I couldn't help myself; I took an
overly sensitive nipple into my lips.
"Oh, oh, oh, baby, that hurts; that hur, she whispered
hoarsely until I relented. That didn't stop her from hugging me tightly to her
"Barbie Lynn, go over to my kit and get the
Vaseline," I ordered her after a bit.
"Why do I have to do it?" she teased me.
"I love to watch your ass wiggle when you leave and the
way your bare breasts bounce when you come back," I confessed. Once more
she came on with this deep kiss and a winning smile, then she did as I asked
and the view was definitely as delicious as I'd hoped.
She quickly resumed her position over me, shimmying to the
point I was afraid I'd actually press my cock too far into her cunt.
Barbie was biting her lip while we played with her virginal
fire; I knew I had to do something and that was to pop the top of the lubricant
and rub two fingers deep into her back door.
"Here we go," I cautioned her, "I'll be slow
and gentle. We are taking our time so don't worry about tensing up, I'll
deal." She gave me a nod, then went back to tempting fate.
I was finding more and more to lust over with Barbie. When
my right index finger brushed her pink star, she didn't flinch one bit. She
kept her rotation going and I slipped in a finger without much protest or
resistance. I let this finger slip in and out for a minute, sinking in deeper
every few thrusts. To distract her, I moved my left hand between us and slipped
two fingers into her cunt.
That, along with the touch of my cock, got her off. Barbie
bounced harder so I was forced to put a third finger in the way of my cock penetrating
her, plus I pressed the knuckle of my thumb against her clit. For a second
Barbie Lynn seemed at a loss of what to do, but one look at my parted lips,
panting from the excitement, convinced her to feed one magnificent nipple into
my mouth while she played with the other one before my eyes.
She teased me so I stuck a second finger up her ass. Barbie
bucked and moaned but if she was in any pain, she hid it well.
"Do you want to know something?" she struggled to
say, hovering over me. I nodded. "It took a grand total of seven minutes
for the last two boys I was with to cum all over my tits. I don't know how long
we've been going at it but Lord Almighty, I'm so happy I was given this dorm.
This is going to be the best year ever."
"I'm working on it," I gasped as I twitched and
pushed my fingers around. "I'm glad you are my Dorm Mother."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, the other girls are so jealous that I
have you," she panted. "They wanted to know what it would take to
"I hope you understand that I want to stay here with
Barbie Lynn stopped moving for a moment, accepting me and my
"It will hurt," I assured her.
"I don't care," she looked at me hungrily. I
pulled my hand out of her cunt and rolled her to my side while still keeping my
other fingers pumping in her ass.
Maneuvering around so that I had her head on my pillow and
ass sticking up took some thought. I pushed a third finger in quickly. Barbie
gasped audibly, pulled away instinctively, then caught herself and pushed back
against my hand. She whimpered and choked back a sob. I withdrew my fingers and
covered my cock with some hastily scooped glob of Vaseline.
Barbie looked back to me in quivering anticipation. Before
she spoke I lined my cock up with her anus and started pushing. Barbie Lynn
shut her eyes, bit her lower lip and smiled lustfully.
"Oh!" she groaned, as I slipped past her anal
ring. I knew enough to hesitate before the next push, then the next.
"Please," she whimpered. I stopped moving.
"Please give me all of it," she completed. "Don't hold
back." I pushed harder not waiting for her to adjust.
"Ah!" she cried out. I stopped and she responded
with a, "No, no, no, Zane, please don't stop."
"I don't want to hurt you," I groaned.
"It hurts a lot but I like that you are the one doing
it to me. Please, I want you inside of me, all the way in," she whimpered.
I pushed all the way in steadily until my crotch pushed her scrumptious ass
cheeks apart. As I rested for a moment, I felt Barbie Lynn's fingers reach
between her legs and start to massage my balls.
I pulled back while she moaned loudly, her cries echoing
throughout the massive glass covered chamber. Despite the low lamplight around
my bed, I realized now that we could be seen from the solariums on the roofs of
the other dorms. There wasn't much I could, or would, do about that now.
I started a slowly intensifying pace in and out of Barbie's
ass and she met me with the thrust of her hips and a sensual moaning from her
throat. I could tell she was pushing one set of fingers into her snatch while
the other worked over her clit. Once we were in total symmetry I slapped her
playfully on one ass cheek.
"Oh, God, Zane, do it again. I've been bad," was
Barbie's lusty declaration. I smacked down across the other cheek.
"Harder, Zane, I've been really bad." Another spank and, "I've
been much worse than that," she panted. SMACK! and a yelp. "That's
it!" she gasped. I kept up the spanking and each blow made her anal
muscles contract, virtually grabbing and twisting my cock inside her.
"Ah, Jesus Loves Me!!!!" Barbie Lynn squealed as
her strongest orgasm to date overwhelmed her and then me. I'd never felt that
kind of empathy with another lover like I was feeling with this blonde
enchantress. Barbie bucked up against me, slamming her ass against my crotch
with painful ferocity as my seed plunged into the depths of her bowels.
Barbie Lynn, now virtually sitting in my lap, crested orgasm
after orgasm as the heat of each burst of my semen burned new pathways of
ecstasy inside her rectum.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she stammered as her fluids
flowed down our legs in a slow steady stream. "Please, Zane , "
"Promise me, promise me we'll do this again," she
gasped as she now pressed her sweat-slick back against my upper body.
"Again," I thrust into her, "and again, and
again," I promised. Barbie Lynn put one hand around to the back of my neck
and the other, leaning forward.
She drew me into her and we slowly arched forward until the
weight of our bodies tumbled us to the bed. Barbie's outstretched arm touched
the mattress first and absorbed most of our momentum. Still, I ended up
pressing on her and I soon propped myself up so my weight wouldn't suffocate
As I stationed myself there, panting along with her from our
mutual exhaustion, Barbie rolled over so that we were once more face to face.
She had this beatific happiness about her that I doubt I'll ever forget.
"I, I was afraid I'd regret this, and you," she
"Yes. I regret I didn't take you back to my room and do
this yesterday. I regret that we have to go to early classes tomorrow. I regret
having to share you with nine hundred other women. And I regret you weren't
here with me two years ago," she murmured heartily.
"I'm going to sit here and bask in my over-stuffed
sense of accomplishment," I faux-gloated. "You do a guy's ego
"Speaking of over-stuffed, can I please, please have
one more, please?" she begged playfully.
"You are my Dorm Mother and I really should try to keep
you happy, so, I related with feigned reluctance.
"That's right," she giggled, "you really need
to keep me happy. Please show me how you plan to do that."
After another serious exploration of our sexuality, Barbie
Lynn curled up against my chest, making this deep cat-like rumbling noise.
"Do you always talk to Christina over breakfast?"
"Yes, I always do. If she asks about you, I, I'm going
to tell her the truth," she answered. I didn't ask what that would be so
she did. "Aren't you worried about what I will say?"
"No. I trust you, Barbie. You'll tell her what you need
to tell her; truth, lie, or evasion, it is all your business, not mine," I
"Well, I'm going to tell her in every minute detail
what you did with, to, and for me tonight, and I promise you she's going to
race back and change her panties," she sighed happily.
From a morning shower to a Heavenly night.
Sharing Umbrellas
Tuesday: My schedule which the Chancellor had been set in
stone, had me in sole custody of the fifth-floor bathroom from five forty-five
until six, so I was grateful that only six girls were waiting for me when I
arrived. At some level I was sure they expected me to say something and I was
pretty sure they hadn't really articulated what they wanted. I said nothing and
The bravest one, Opal, followed quickly after me, though I
had that special moment of taking off my robe in front of her as I readied for
my shower. Somehow the blood of Homer's Amazons had entered this school's
student body because Opal met my bluff with her buff (body) and crawled under
her own water stream once the water was steamy.
As I started washing my hair, I caught sight of another girl
moving in on my far side. I did my best to remain nonchalant and managed to get
my hair clean before they made their move.
"Zane," Opal asked innocently, "would you
wash my back?" I smiled, nodded, and took the bottle of liquid soap from
I poured some into my palms before placing the bottle on the
closest shelf. I started rubbing it onto her shoulders and down her back. The
placement of our bodies was complicated by my emergent erection. I worked my
way down her back until I touched, then parted and cupped, her ass. I pressed
my body against her back with my cock taking a few moments decide on whether it
would go up, in, or in between. Finally it slipped up until my cock rested
Opal was totally overtaken by events and simply stood there
as I slowly rubbed my body up and down against her back. She looked over her
shoulder speculatively as I reached past her for more liquid soap and poured
some into my hand. Bottle put aside, I shared the soap with the off-hand before
starting to rub down the front of her shoulders.
"Put your hands behind your back," I whispered
into Opal's ear. She was initially hesitant, then started putting them behind
her back where she brushed against my cock, and again before she wrapped her
hands around it and began slowly stroking it with a soapy grip. While she was
working on my morning wood I made slow circles down to her breasts.
Her nipples came alive under my fingertips. I first coaxed
them, then plucked them, and finally pinched them tightly as I handled the rest
of her breasts roughly. Opal began panting, moaning, and undulating her whole
body against mine. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her on the crux of her
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Opal began to gasp. I felt her body start
to tremble under my touch so I hunted for that most sensitive place with my
tongue and bit into that spot on her neck sharply. Opal slammed hard into me,
bouncing up and down on her toes like some sudsy, hot vibrator against my cock,
"Ah, she sobbed in joy. Even after the orgasm settled,
Opal kept gyrating against me.
"This wasn't what I had in mind," Opal moaned.
"My apology," I told her, and started separating
from her, but she held firm.
"Oh, no, you don't. Maybe you misunderstood me. This
was more, much more than I expected. I'm glad you are superior to your hype.
Can we do this tomorrow morning?"
"Hmm, how about we see what comes up then?" I
evaded. As I backed away, the girl on the other side held out her soap bottle expectantly.
"Sorry, but I need to get out of here before girls, other girls show
"Brigit; my name is Brigit," she filled me in.
"Can we do, that, tomorrow?" By 'that,' I assume she meant my version
"Okay," I said, "how about calling Iona and
figuring out how you ladies want to handle my shower visits, though I would
like to point out the Administration believes I'm in here alone."
"Do you want us to stay away?" Opal asked
"Opal, Brigit, I would rather go through life minus one
testicle than miss spending time with any of you ladies but I don't want anyone
unwittingly getting into trouble because of me," I answered.
"Since you need to be going," Opal teased,
"I'll help too," Brigit insisted.
I'm going to be a while deciding exactly how I rate being
shaved by one girl while getting a blowjob from another at the same time.
My facial expression caused Rio to laugh at me as I came
back down to answer the door. It was around six thirty and I had only recently
gotten back and put my school uniform on.
"Either you've been hit by the world's softest two by
four or you've already had sex at least once this morning," she chuckled.
"Hey, Rio, Iona, come on in. It isn't like I could stop
"So, did you take her temperature, kick up her heels,
or give her an attitude adjustment?" Rio teased as we headed up. Iona
looked confused and expected me to be either equally confused or give her an
explanation. I was confused, which made Rio laugh louder.
"Taking her temperature equals blowjob; kicking up the
heels is straight-up fucking, and attitude adjustment is anal sex, jeesh,
people," Rio berated us. Once we came to my island of civilization in the
wilderness of the Solarium, Iona looked around curiously; this may have been
the first men's bedroom she'd ever seen. Rio walked over to my bed, was about
to plop down in it, then studied it for a second and gawked at me.
"Damn, Zane, what happened last night? How many girls
did you have up here?" she grinned maniacally. I sighed and rolled my
"One," I admitted. "How did you know?"
"Peach lip gloss and teeth marks on the pillow, several
sets, so, You Go Boy!" she explained.
"Plus, your bed smells of Vaseline, baby oil, sweat, Secret
deodorant, and a good deal of fuck juice, the female variety. Then there is the
matter of, she drew forth a long blonde hair, "you not being
"This was not on the list!" squawked Iona.
"Lip gloss, teeth marks?"
"That means he fucked her ass long and hard,
Iona," Rio explained to her far less experienced classmate, "and she
came back for more, and more."
Iona stole a look my way, hoping I'd deny everything, but I
made eye contact with her and nodded. She looked disappointed in me, which
oddly made me feel bad inside.
"Snap out of it, Iona," Rio snorted. Iona still
looked hurt. "What is more likely, Zane went trolling the lower levels for
a girl to sex up, or a girl snuck up here and jumped him in his bed?"
"Oh," Iona gasped, now more pleased. Apparently,
me being nearly raped in my own bed was okay with her. From my point of view, I
can try to understand women or I can appreciate them for what they willingly
offer me. If a woman wants me to treat her like a Sphinx, I'll leap at the
challenge. One day I'm sure I'll find a woman not worth this kind of effort but
I had finished getting dressed and was making toward the
stairs when the door at the bottom opened and Barbie Lynn came bounding up. She
took in my two companions without missing her stride before bouncing up to me.
"Hey, Zane," she purred. "I wanted to make
sure you hadn't overslept."
"Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but I slept great
last night. Waking up feeling that good is always a pleasure. How did you
"I tossed and turned," she pouted. "I was
missing something I couldn't put my hands on. If I can't figure out what that
is I'll be up pacing the halls well past midnight tonight."
Rio stepped behind Barbie and made a gagging motion.
"So, Barbie Lynn," Rio requested, "do you
have any lip gloss I could use?" Barbie turned around and pulled a
micro-jar that she handed to Rio.
"Umm, peach flavored," Rio revealed vindictively.
At some point I am sure Rio will show restraint; my challenge now is living long
Rio spanked Barbie Lynn hard on the ass and the Dorm Mother
yelped in surprise and pain.
"Ow," gasped Barbie Lynn, glaring at Rio. I moved
an arm around Barbie and pulled her close, a gesture she comfortably molded
"I'm sorry," Rio snickered, "but you have
such a wonderful posterior BLT, I know it is a sin if no one appreciates
"BLT?" I cautioned Rio, and by that I intoned that
the next spanking was likely going to be administered to her by me.
"Barbie Lynn Tease," Rio grinned, daring me to
step up. As I handed my book bag to Iona, Rio squealed in delight and raced
down the stairs. I was right behind her and I would have undoubtedly caught and
punished her on the fifth floor if not for one thing.
"Zane, I'm here for your breakfast duty," a
sophomore I was to learn was named Emanuela commanded, Handmaiden's Duty.
Technically she should wait until I was outside, but, eh. They nailed Rio
seconds before she could turn and gloat at me.
"Front or back?" I politely requested of Emanuela,
who was thankfully on my schedule.
"Front or back?" she wondered.
"Do you want me to carry you like this?" I asked,
as I swept her up in my arms. She was light enough, including book bag, for me
to make it to the Dining Hall without too much effort.
"What is back?" she gasped.
"Piggyback," I explained.
"Oh. I like this way much better," she informed
me. I started making my way through the crowd when I caught sight of Barbie
Lynn and Iona coming down the stairs. Seeing my situation, Barbie put an arm around
Iona and whispered something to her. Iona was already carrying my books and I
had the feeling that Barbie knew I liked Iona so she was going to look after
the small freshman for me.
Breakfast came and went and I found myself cornered and
'forced' to escort another girl to Assembly. She asked me if I'd prefer being
covered with whipped cream or honey. I reminded her that whipped cream was cold
but honey left a sticky residue, I suggested trying icing. At Assembly, the
heavens broke and a hard rain set in as we got ready to disperse.
The problem came when it was realized that many girls hadn't
packed an umbrella. The answer for most was to take an umbrella from a
freshman, which I found unsatisfactory. I had a sudden burst of insight as the
first freshmen girls paled at the thought of being soaked through to the bone.
I grabbed Iona and then made a beeline for Christina.
None of what followed would have been possible without the
understanding of a girl I didn't know, Pandora Jaspers. Her plan was for me to
take my umbrella and cover us both as we went to class, but when I told her 'I
have a plan,' she nodded and went along for the ride. Certainly we were a
strange group that approached Christina Buchanan.
"Yes?" questioned Christina with her bemused expression
as I came to a halt before her and her court. Chastity smiled, Heaven seethed,
Faith looked uncertain, and the fifth girl was a cipher.
"I think I can do something about this rain," I
said urgently. Christina didn't laugh but I had a feeling Pandora wanted to
"Go on," Christina commanded.
"We make a covered walkway of umbrellas, held by
freshmen, to protect everyone going to the various halls," I explained.
Iona didn't need to be prodded, working on phone to figure out the diameter of
each umbrella and the length of each walkway. She'd be the final arbiter of 'it
could be done' in the same way Christina was the mistress of 'it will be done.'
Christina hardly missed a beat.
"Faith, you and, she looked to Pandora.
"Pandora," the sophomore provided eagerly.
", Pandora go to the East door and get the plan
rolling. Heaven and Hope, take the West door. Zane, you, Chastity, and Iona are
going with me to the South."
In the back of my mind was the fact that I had to humble
Christina. Had she been overly arrogant, stupid, or indecisive, I might have
worried less, but I took comfort in the saying that a man is known by the
quality of his enemies. You couldn't get much higher quality than Christina.
I almost missed the "Hey Zane" the fifth and highly
captivatingly and exotic girl of Korean ancestry said to me as she headed off
"That is Hope," Chastity explained, as we headed
"She seems friendly enough. Does she like me?" I
said, fishing for information.
"If you mean does she want to punish you for
challenging Christina then the answer is yes. If you mean is she angling for a
way to relive everything you did with Barbie Lynn last night, then the answer
to that is yes as well," Chastity grinned. "If you are asking if she
is even more turned on by this latest little stunt of yours, then I think she
shares that reaction with the rest of Christina's merry little band."
"What was that?" I asked Iona.
"Nothing, Zane. I've run the figures and we are only
going to be able to cover one path out of each door," Iona responded by
redirecting the conversation.
"Chastity, call Hope and tell her she'll open a path to
Mesmer first, then Clegger. I'll call Faith," Christina directed. At this
point, as freshmen, Iona and I pretty much had zero pull so we served best by
staying out of the way. Once the orders began disseminating, I realized my part
in events was over so I stashed Iona's mildly protesting form behind Christina
and took my place in the freshman umbrella line; Iona was working her ass off
for me, the least I could do was keep her high and dry.
We were somewhat wet and late for class but the freshmen
class had done something as a group, giving us the vaguest sense of an
identity. While getting lunch, Iona stormed up to me and nearly wept over the
fact that I was getting almost no credit for the morning's event; it was all
going to Christina. I told her to not worry about it, I did it for my fellow
first years so what did I care.
I managed to get a quick lunch before applying a
shoulder/back massage to a sophomore who'd traded three hours using her car for
this, so I tried to make it worth her while. While slipping her out of her bra
at the table was tricky, holding a conversation with Ms. Goodswell while kneading
both my client's breasts until the girl was biting her fist, stifling her
moans, and squirming all over the chair in anticipation of what couldn't happen
next was the real accomplishment.
I was pretty sure I was golden until I stepped out of
Calculus for Dummies and received Ms. Goodswell's text telling me to come to
her office. I gave my Mistress of the Moment the option of coming with me or
figure out with Iona when we could meet again. It was a testament to my obscure
magnetism that she followed me so we passed the time with me reciting Thai love
poetry to her, some of which was actually safe to translate into English.
"Ms. Goodswell?" I said as I lightly tapped on her
door and stepped in. Sabrina, my Mistress, patiently waited outside. She had
told me that no guy had ever read poetry to her before, which I found utterly
"Shut the door, Zane," Virginia ordered me in her
"What am I going to do with you?" she sighed
heavily when the door shut. "All we wanted you to do is behave and keep
your head down. Stapling a permanent smile to your Dorm Mother's face and
organizing the freshmen into an independent action was not what we meant."
"To the first point, I have no excuse but she's still a
virgin, I swear. I won't apologize for the second thing. Besides, anyone you
ask will tell you it was Christina's idea," I countered.
"Zane, do I need to worry about you further deflowering
my girls?" Ms. Goodswell sounded exasperated.
"Yes," I truthfully responded. "I am
definitely temptation, but I promise you I won't try to seduce anyone, if that
"It pleases the Lord for our young ladies to remain
pure," Virginia stated. "It is one of the cornerstone principles of
"If you say so," I sighed.
"You don't believe in the purity of the body and the
sanctity of the marriage bed?" she pressed.
"Ms. Goodswell, I'll vocalize the party line if that is
what makes you happy. If you honestly want me to believe, give me a reason that
goes beyond something some old, bitter, single, virgin guys said two thousand
years ago. Otherwise, bring back animal sacrifice and slavery because the
hypocrisy can be smothering," I informed her. I figured she was about to
"Okay," Virginia breathed easily.
"You are easy on the eyes, Zane, and the girls like
you. Tell me, how many girls could you have made violate their Pledges?"
"Four in the past twenty-four hours," I admitted.
"Yet you didn't. Why is that?" she kept coming.
"It is a big deal here and I wouldn't want to screw up
the way they think unless they are the ones wanting to change," I finally
articulated, which made Ms. Goodswell smile.
"You can go, Zane. I'll keep tabs on you so be
careful," she dismissed me and turned back to the work on her desk.
"That's it?" I inquired. My spiritual advisor
nodded without looking up, leaving me even more confused. I retreated in haste
and thanked the Almighty that I was about to be shooting guns at something.
Marksmanship Team tryouts reintroduced me to Team Captain
Hope Song. She totally ignored me through most of the process. I forgot the
safety, missed everything I shot at, and repeatedly let the recoil beat the
crap out of my shoulder, at which point I figured I'd put forward an honest
effort and blown it. I could live with that.
On the last round of the event I patiently waited my turn.
The girl closest to me (who was doing rather well) informed me that I was
getting better. I told her this was my first time shooting a gun and she
chuckled; she'd been hunting since she was nine. I knelt down for that final
shot when I felt a warm body envelop me from behind.
"Breathe easy," Hope whispered into my ear.
"Imagine you running your hands over Barbie Lynn's breasts, light touch,
that's good, take the time and be gentle the way she brags you can be, good,
now touch the nipple like you love it, feel the nipple get harder and longer,
yes, feel your heart beating louder, she kissed my earlobe ", feel that
nipple at the sweet spot, when you are ready for the orgasm, twist that
Bull's eye! Hope remained intimately close.
"How was that for foreplay?" she whispered
"Makes me want to get a bigger gun with a lot more
bullets," I replied. Hope scoffed lightly in my ear.
"From what I hear, you don't need a bigger gun. Stand
up; I have work to do," she informed me.
I stood up and surreptitiously looked around, only to find
that no one, no one at all, was looking at us. For some reason the dirt, trees,
and birds up in the sky had developed keen religious significance. I thought
they were being polite until I recalled one student telling another that Hope
regularly drilled kill shots at five hundred meters.
Hope went around to some of the other applicants, helping
them with their final shots, but not in the same way she helped me. At the end
of tryouts we had ten shooters and ten spotters, I was a spotter. Spotters do a
lot of things, mainly going over terrain and atmospheric conditions for their
paired shooter. We also carry most of the gear (everyone carries their own
"Do you understand what is required of you, Zane?"
Hope made a point of asking me.
"One hundred years ago you were the Great White Hunter
(being Korean and all) and I was the bare-chested native guide giving advice
while carrying a townhouse worth of gear on my back," I joked.
"You forgot the loincloth, the native guide always has
a loincloth," Hope purred like a panther toying with her next meal.
"We already know you have a finely muscled body capable of great, effort;
now can I expect some of that effort here on the team this year?"
"Absolutely," I affirmed. "I'll do what you
"That's good, because you are my partner this year.
Watch my ass, don't fuck up, and show initiative," she instructed me. In
my mind I had three contradictory orders; was I supposed to watch her ass, or
not fuck her, or was I supposed to come on to her? It was cold comfort that if
I did screw up somehow, she could put a bullet through my left eye from
anywhere on campus, killing me painlessly.
"You were on one of the opposite roofs last
night," I blurted out. Hope looked demurely to the ground but flashed me a
wink. "That is how you know what I look like naked."
"I have no idea what you are talking about," she
said putting away one of those telescopic sighting devices a spotter would use.
Nothing more was said on the subject.
The Riddle of Heaven
A feeling of accomplishment, nay, a feeling that I might
actually be fitting in, ran right into Heaven, Team Captain of the Orienteering
Squad. I wasn't afraid she would toss me off the team for merely existing.
Hell, I was afraid I'd automatically get on the team despite my lack of skill;
after all, how else could Heaven lure me out and murder me in the State Forest
bordering the campus if I wasn't on the team?
The first half of the entrance process found us in a
classroom doing math; figuring out angles and areas. We also had to study some
Solar and lunar charts so we could figure out the position of the Sun given the
day and time, as well as what phase the Moon was in and what it would be like
in, say, one hundred days. I rocked at that which gave me a leg up going into
I knew precisely what a map and compass were. I'd used a few
maps, and I'd never actually held a compass before but I'd seen all the Pirates
of the Caribbean movies so I knew how compasses worked; not! I wasn't alone in
this way of thinking. Several girls giggled over the fact. One laughingly
pulled up the app on her phone.
"That's great. Can I see it?" Heaven said,
deceptively cool. The idiot girl handed it over with a smile. Heaven grinned,
then hurled it against a large boulder close by, smashing it into a thousand
pieces. She went over to it and stomped on the remains for a few seconds while
the younger student gasped, then wept.
"Okay," Heaven said soothingly, "your phone
is now destroyed. How do you survive long enough to get back to
civilization?" We all developed a case of the 'smarts' and kept our mouths
"Really; no one?" Heaven taunted us.
"You go downhill," I spoke up. Heaven glared, not
at my answer but at the fact that I spoke at all.
"Why is that, Mr. Braxton?" she asked in a hostile
"Water...you go downhill to find a source of water.
Nothing else matters if you die of thirst," I explained.
"Would any one of you follow this idiot downhill?"
One girl immediately raised her hand while the rest looked
around nervously. Right before Heaven spoke again, a second girl raised her
"Well," scoffed Heaven, "most of you will
probably die because, while being an utter failure at the rest of his life,
Zane guessed this one correctly."
"Your priorities are water, food, and shelter. Where
you find moving water, you will most likely find something to eat too. You will
also find small trees that are the easiest things to use for shelter. Unless
rescue or egress is expected quickly, you must find a means of survival."
Then as an afterthought she addressed me,
"Zane, you get a cookie," and she tossed me a
ginger cookie which I hesitantly bit in to. The class went on like this for ten
minutes before she teamed us up for a little treasure hunt in the woods. I was
teamed up with Heaven, making me wonder if they'd find my body after the deed
was done. A few false starts later I began to get a feel for this orienteering
stuff; if I headed one way and Heaven secretly smiled, I was going the wrong
direction, and if she scowled, I was going the right way.
We were the second team to complete the task on top of a
large rock outcropping some distance into the state park. Heaven dismissed the
others but put a hand on my chest when I made to leave. Once the sound of the
rest moving through the underbrush died down she turned to me, clearly pissed.
Her fist balled up and she shook slightly as if she was barely able to contain
the rage she directed my way.
I had three options: flee, confront, or submit. I sat down
on the floor of the forest and waited. I could tell my reduction in stature
confused her Why do you think most Buddhist monks prefer to conduct their
business while in the lotus position?
"Can you tell me why you hate me?" I inquired
Heaven stormed up to me and I was afraid she was going to
boot me down the cliff. I don't think either of us knew why she stopped just
"You don't belong here," she choked out. "You
are perverse and filthy. You are going to ruin everything."
"I'm not your enemy, Heaven. I'm not going to take any
of your friends away from you. If I get in your way, let me know and I'll back
off. The one thing I can't do is leave," I explained. Heaven kicked me in
the thigh, then kicked me again, so I scrambled up and faced her. She wanted to
Heaven came up right as soon as my feet were planted on the
ground. I got in a block, another block, then I grabbed her wrist and put a leg
behind hers. She toppled backwards while I rolled us into a side impact which
allowed me to grab her other wrist as well. Heaven proved to be surprisingly
strong as she thrashed about but she couldn't stop me from getting on top of
For a moment we lay still but I was getting aroused and
Heaven could sense it. I saw a look of near-terror come across her face before
she went berserk beneath me. I struggled to keep on top until she finally wore
"Would you just fucking talk to me!" I yelled at
her. Heaven slowly ceased her efforts.
"Get off of me," she whispered intently. I rolled
us over so that she was on top and released her wrists. Heaven quickly brought
her knees up, straddling me with her palms on my chest. She was more than
halfway off of me when she stopped and seemed to see me for the first time. I
started pulling myself from under her when Heaven settled back down onto my
"Hey, I'm sorry we fought, Hea;" I got out before
she French kissed me. Heaven's whole body pressed into me. I settled down and
began working my hands over her waist and hips. When I went for her ass, Heaven
arched her back pressing her tits against my chest so that she could grab my
hands in hers and pull them back to her waist.
"Hands above the hips," she panted lustfully to me
"Fine, but show me your tits," I said. Not wasting
a moment, Heaven scooted up so that she was sitting on my stomach once more and
together we pulled her shirt free and unbuttoned it. I slipped my hand up
around the bra and pushed it above her breasts before pressing her delicious
orbs down to me to suckle on.
It took me a few minutes to find out she had an arousal zone
on her lower back that tingled with electricity whenever I caressed it. I had
to coax Heaven into getting on all fours but when I pressed my lips there, her
stiffness evaporated and she was putty in my hands. I was kneeling beside her
with one hand stroking her far side while my closer hand alternated between
When Heaven's breathing became more erratic and desperate
she bolted upright on her knees, slipping one leg backward between mine and
pressing her ass into my pelvis. I now cupped both tits, gently rubbing each
nipple as I began nibbling her shoulder. I was still getting into it when
Heaven suddenly spasms against me, then she repeats the process four more times
before she trembled uncontrollably in my embrace.
"Shush" I reassured her. "I've got you. You
"I; we; I; we need to be getting back," she
stammered. I got the feeling that she wanted to pretend this whole thing hadn't
happened. I rolled up, then Heaven fixed her bra while I handed Heaven's shirt
We exchanged no further words until we were almost back to
the campus wall when I turned to make sure she was okay. She was a little out
of it but that wasn't my problem; this other thing was.
"Heaven, hold on," I told her. She looked
contemplative and suspicious but did so.
"You are...mmm...jeesh, stay still; I'll take care of
"What?" she asked cautiously.
"You have cum dripping down your legs, Heaven," I
informed her. Heaven's eyes grew large and she took a half-step back but at the
same moment she realized with utterly hopelessness that she had virtually no
"What are you going to do?" she whispered. I had
to think that one over for a second. I handed her my orienteering gear and took
off my shirt, which didn't make Heaven any more comfortable.
I knelt before her and used my shirt to wipe up the strands
of semen going down the inside of each thigh. It was soon evident to me that
she'd cum extensively and I had to work my way up under her skirt or more cum
would simply drip down. For reasons I still don't understand, Heaven ceased
resisting. Maybe she was tired of the whole charade.
The first pair of underwear came down, then the second, and
I cleaned them both with my now ruined shirt. I even went so far as to wipe her
ass-crack where some had been forced up. Once I was satisfied that Heaven's
underwear was as passable as I could manage, I 'fixed' her in place and dressed
her again without comment. The really sucky part was that I had to put my
sticky, cum-splattered shirt back on. There was no way I could explain going
Neither one of us spoke as we walked back, put our stuff up,
and parted ways. It wasn't that I thought the matter would go away but I
realized that my most pressing concern was doing what my school required. I was
happy that I could sneak away before dinner and get a fresh shirt.
A Taste of Brandi
"What is my duty today, Brandi Sanders?" I started
to say with a warm smile on my face. Brandi turned out to be a girl with thin,
deep brown hair hanging loose, freckles, and a slender face. Her body was
lithe, nothing out of proportion, though it turned out her ass was a prize;
compact but with an enticing ability to project beyond the back and thighs.
"I need you to help change the lights in my room,"
she grinned. I had to reciprocate that look because I liked her creativity. I
made a move for her chair then stopped myself.
"That chair doesn't look safe," I mused. "I
imagine I'll have to lift you up to each bulb." I leaned right, then left,
taking in her gentle womanly curves which earned a salacious smile.
"I think it would be more efficient for me to lift you
by the front. Is that okay?" I asked softly, even somewhat hesitantly.
Brandi nodded eagerly so I placed me in front of her, bent way down until my
head was facing her covered belly button, and then I had snaked my arms around
I made a half-attempt to lift her, then set her down.
"Huh?" she gasped, "What's wrong?"
"Brandi, some of your buttons are pressing into my
face. Can I move them aside?"
"Oh...okay," then, "if you have to,"
Brandi protested falsely.
I used some slow seduction in pulling her shirt out of her
skirt, doing my best to ignore our growing audience of young ladies. I opened
the lowest button to see the top of the skirt behind it, but the next one was
much more rewarding. Her soft stomach flesh felt warm beneath my lips and her
intake of breath was its own reward.
I didn't stop there, though. Buttons opened and kisses were
given until I reached the bra, then I licked my way down to her belly button,
which I sucked and licked for fifteen seconds. By this time, Brandi was
breathing deeply and pressing her stomach against my lips. I reached up to
massage her pert, firm ass with my hands while working on her belly button with
When I lifted her up by grabbing her thighs, she gasped
slightly. She hovered next to the ceiling light for several seconds before
realizing she didn't have a bulb.
"Zane..." she started to say, but I was already
starting to sweep her down into a horizontal position, stomach down, with her
hands in easy reach of the box of light bulbs.
"Wow, thanks, Zane," she giggled. She took one
bulb, despite there being four fixtures we need to change the bulbs in. I
didn't mind; after all, every time I swung her down, I flipped her skirt
artfully out of the way, and her panty-covered ass was laid out before me at
chest level. I missed the first opportunity but I kissed a cheek on the second
drop and took a nibble on the third and fourth drop, each time earning a low
During the periods when I was holding her upright, I took
sadistic pleasure in sucking on her stomach, giving her two hickies as proof of
"Thank you, Glenda," she murmured into my chest as
I let her down that last time, using my 'enrolled' name.
"I hope I have pleased you but I sadly have to be
going," I sighed, "I have a foot massage upstairs with Easter
Valentine." Brandi looked at me petulantly, then pushed past me to the
door and Iona, who stood just outside in the hall.
"Iona, when is he free again?" she demanded to
"Sorry, Brandi, I can only book him one week in
advance. I don't know what his study workload will be like or what things his
team captains will require," Iona grinned, somewhat emboldened with her
newfound power and popularity.
"Brandi," I said, because I must be the Devil,
"I couldn't help but notice how silky smooth and toned your legs are.
Maybe in a few days they might be a tiny bit less so. You could demand that I
shave your legs for you."
"Have you ever done this before?" she mused over
"No, I haven't," I confessed, "but you could
teach me no matter how long that took." Brandi spun on Iona and grabbed
"You have to let me know when a slot opens up!" was
Brandi's impassioned plea. Iona agreed nervously. When we finally got out of
Brandi's room and headed off to my next stop, Iona bumped into me.
"You are evil," she whispered like some secret
conspirator, "and I've never wanted to be a year older in all my
life." One year older, she could demand Handmaiden duties from me as well,
but then it would be far less likely that we would be united as we are now.
"Iona, you are proving to be a true friend," I
stated. "With you, it wouldn't be a duty." Iona stumbled because
clearly that idea hadn't occurred to her.
The only thing that surprised me when I came up to my room,
naked except for my gym shorts, fresh from my evening bathroom visit, was the
look of shame on Barbie Lynn's face when I saw the rest of them.
"Hello, Ladies. Before you lay into me, let me have a
moment with Barbie Lynn," I requested.
"Barbie Lynn is leaving now," Christina countered.
I shrugged and walked back downstairs.
"Come back here," Christina commanded me.
"Nope," I shot back as I reached for the door.
"Zane, where are you going?" Chastity inquired
"The Chancellor's house," I answered.
"Apparently I have some stuck up bitches in my room past curfew, plus
Barbie Lynn." I opened the door.
"Please come back and talk to us," Chastity
requested. I was a bit angry but Chastity made a habit of being nice to me so,
"Barbie Lynn, why don't you have a quick chat with Zane
on your way out," Queen Christina allowed. Barbie shot Christina a worried
look, then shuffled over to where I was standing.
"Zane..." Barbie started to say but I put a finger
"It's all good. I was hoping that after this is
resolved you will want to come back tonight. Is that going to happen?" I
revealed my desire for her. Barbie hugged me tightly then kissed me on the
cheek before skipping down the stairs. I had the strange impression she thought
I might have been angry with her.
"We need to talk about what happened this
afternoon," Christina began once Barbie had shut the door downstairs.
"No, we don't," I responded, and headed for my
bed; since I don't yet have walls, it is tough calling it a room.
"I don't think you appreciate how important this issue
is to me," Christina stated heatedly.
"Actually, I don't care how important this is to you,
Christina. This is between Heaven and me," I retorted.
"You are going to satisfy my concerns or I will
guarantee that you will be gone by the end of the week," she snarled.
That was enough for me; I spun around and got right in her
"Do you remember when I said you could apologize to Rio
or I'd make you do it and you would regret me having to force you?" I
snapped right back. Christina glared defiance at me. "Well, this has
nothing to do with that. I'll get you without fucking anyone else over and
because you would even think I'd do that to Heaven, I'm going to make sure you
"What?" Christina, Chastity, and Heaven said all
"I'm going to nail Christina's ass to the wall, Heaven,
but I'm not going to abuse the trust you put in me. What kind of fucker do you
all think I am?" I asked bitterly.
"How can we trust you?" Christina demanded. I
rolled my eyes and walked over to Heaven, taking her by the hand which confused
"Heaven, come with me," I requested. I dragged her
toward my bed but she resisted.
"What are you doing?" she inquired desperately.
"Heaven, I'm a guy dragging a girl to my bedroom. If
your first guess is Parcheesi, there is something seriously wrong with
"It is, you know, how can you, I can't," Heaven
"Don't worry about someone spying on us; Hope is here
with us tonight," I grinned.
"Zane, this isn't a good idea," Heaven pleaded.
"Zane, let her go," Christina told me as she
stepped to Heaven's side, and by the body language I was clearly not getting in
"Heaven, if I hurt you, what are the odds of my taking
an impromptu flying lesson through one of these panes of glass?" I joked
dryly. Chastity and Hope exchanged a look.
"I think we can make the fountain from the Southeast
corner," Hope assured us both.
"This is not a joking matter," Christina snapped
at the two of us. I'd rarely seen someone so ferociously defensive of a
"I wasn't joking," I said.
"I wasn't joking," Hope said at the same time.
Christina was about to drag Heaven out of the equation; time
"Heaven, do you want to have sex with me again?" I
"Again," gasped Faith, silent until now. "You
can't have sex with Heaven; she's,"
Now it was all but out in the open.
"Anyone who thinks that is fucking nuts," I
shouted as I grabbed Heaven's hand away from Christina and took her to my bed.
I swung Heaven onto the bed so fast she bounced. Before she
could organize herself, I was on top of her. I had one leg between hers but she
slammed them together so hard it hurt. I landed over her, our faces inches
apart. My eyes kept boring into her until her lips opened and a small moan
escaped. I knew I fell on her first but her hands were all over me so fast that
I could hardly be seen as molesting her.
Peripherally aware that we had an audience, Heaven and I
pressed, pulled, and aroused one another for several minutes. We had her top
and bra off and her legs pulled up so far, her knees were just below my
"You go, girl," I heard Chastity playfully whisper
when Heaven rolled me over so that she was on top. She didn't break up her
actions but I could see Heaven smiling for the first time.
"I don't get it," Faith whispered to someone.
"Does this mean Heaven likes guys, and if she does, does that mean she's,
"Homosexual?" Hope clarified.
"Technically, that makes Heaven gay," Chastity
"There is nothing wrong with Heaven," Christina
stated. "She is fine being who she is, unique and special." In the
arena, I was busy letting my hands slide down to the forbidden zone without any
resistance. I hooked her underwear and started working them up until,
"Ow!" Heaven gasped. Everyone looked at us.
"That wedgy hurts," she sobbed, as she ran a hand over her offended
"If it really bothers you, take off your panties,"
I taunted Heaven. She looked angry but instead of acting out, she kissed me and
bit my lip until it was my turn to cry out in pain. As I rubbed my lip she
rolled to the side and quickly pulled down her underwear. Heaven remounted me
and for a moment she looked uncertain, so I grabbed her head in both hands and
pulled her into a lip-lock.
All she had on was her white socks and pleated skirt which
had ridden up around her waist. Heaven wedged a hand down to my cock and began
lightly stroking it with her fingertips. I reached down and cupped one ass
cheek before discovering her anus and playfully rubbing against it.
Heaven began loudly moaning and bucking against me.
"I think we can be pretty sure she likes guys,"
"She hasn't sucked his cock yet," Faith countered,
but she might as well have raised a red flag in front of Heaven because in
seconds, Heaven had left my lips and was kissing down my throat to my chest.
Before I let her get out of reach, I took my free hand and
put it on Heaven's meat and started to stroke it next to mine. Heaven flinched,
then looked up at me with an unreadable expression. We began tandem stroking
our cocks, my knuckles brushing my cock and her hands brushing hers. Unable to
reach my lips, Heaven began kissing and biting my nipples.
"Ever done this before?" I gasped, indicating our
mutual masturbation. Heaven shook her head in the negative. I tried to taunt
her one step further. "Why don't we stop this and just cuddle?"
Heaven lurched forward and stopped stroking me long enough to slap me across
the face so hard I could taste blood; a reminder of Heaven's anger issues.
"You started this," she insisted, "so don't you
think you can get out of things now." She then resumed her actions as if
"Shouldn't we do something to make sure she doesn't
break him?" Hope asked her female cohorts.
"I know CPR," Faith volunteered, and here I
thought she didn't like me. I was digesting that tidbit when Heaven slipped
below my reach leaving my hands free to play with her hair.
"Umm, Heaven purred as she took in the bulbous head of
my cock. There wasn't too much foreplay there, just a hungry need on Heaven's
She was working over past issues and confronting some
internal barriers experience had scarred her with. Heaven was hesitant, sloppy,
and used too much teeth; for me it was not a mind rocking blowjob; the best I
could do was soldier through it and concentrate on encouraging her as much as
I was selling my enthusiasm hard and Heaven was certainly
getting into it, making wet slurping noises as she vigorously bobbed farther
and farther down my shaft. It took me a moment to register Christina sitting
beside us. She was smiling down at Heaven and running her hand through Heaven's
hair intertwining with mine.
"Use your tongue to manipulate his shaft," was one
of Christina's whispered suggestions and encouragements to Heaven. As I was enjoying
the new sensations, I also registered the fact that Christina seemed to know a
great deal about portions of the male anatomy the Purity Pledge put on the No
Christina began rubbing one hand over my chest which felt
real good, incredibly good, but there was something I had to do.
"I need to see Heaven," I told Christina. She
regarded me quizzically and Heaven all but stopped her activities as she
studied me. "You are all I need right now," I told Heaven.
In some cultures what happened next would be considered
cannibalism; Heaven did her damnedest to swallow my entire length in one push.
I have had girls with a lot more experience fail on the first try. On the
second attempt she didn't get as far but she was sucking with greater force.
"Oh, fuck!" I grunted. Heaven flashed me with a
devilish look in her eyes before pumping my shaft rapidly with one hand while
sucking in and out the head and first inch. Note to Self: if this whole
Christian Chick thing doesn't work out for Christina, bankroll her in creating
self-help sexual instruction videos.
"Close," I panted, "real close." If
Heaven had raised her head and jacked me off onto my stomach, I would have been
perfectly happy. Girls did that all the time; the taste of semen is not for
everyone. Heaven made her own decision and kept doing what she was doing. Ten
seconds later my hands tensed in her hair and I began shooting ribbons of my
It took a few moments for Heaven to decide to swallow but
when she did she was grinning like the Cheshire cat up into Christina's eyes.
Both of them started crying and I hadn't a clue as to why. Sometimes another
person's baggage is not your business and this looked to be one of those times.
To be continued in part 3, By FinalStand for Literotica.
