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April 22 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 30
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 30
Time For Celebrating!
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
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When
I fell to Earth I realized perfection; Earth has everything while Heaven has no
Evil.
"Ask Belle," I replied. "This fight was for
me being allowed on the bed. You still need to pay for breaking into her
room."
"What?" Leigh squeaked.
"Come here, Slut," Belle laughed. She hooked an
arm around Leigh's waist from behind and began dragging her back into the
house.
"Zane?" Leigh called out fearfully.
"Coming, coming," I groaned. "I feel like
someone dropped a cinderblock on my head, and my ribs." I staggered for
the door only to be intercepted by Willa.
"You are one freaking weird dude," she whispered.
"You have no idea," I responded softly. As she
came alongside, I put my arm around her waist, then down inside her panties,
and cupped her right ass cheek.
I gave it a good squeeze. I figure Willa could pull away or
punch me in my sore ribs. Instead, she bumped my hip and put her head on my
shoulder.
"Have you ever been with another woman?" I asked.
"No," she regarded me.
"Willing to experiment?" I teased her. She smiled,
snaked a hand along my back to my neck and finally grabbed a handful of hair.
She pulled me down into a kiss and finished with her own devilish grin. I took
that to be a yes.
We made our way back to Belle's room, where Belle and I
stripped out of our wet clothes.
"You don't have to handcuff me," Leigh begged of
Belle. "I'll behave."
"I know you'll be a good girl, but I don't care. I'll
do it because I want to," Belle taunted her. Leigh pouted and looked my
way. I shrugged helplessly in response. She stripped, crawled to the middle of
the bed, rolled onto her back, and put her wrists together just below her
breasts.
"I'd rather fight than be a victim," Belle mocked
her as the bindings clicked shut.
"No, that's some cock, you skank," Leigh wound up
her courage. Belle's response was to retrieve the vibrator and turn it on.
"Calling me a skank makes you feel tough, eh?"
Belle closed in.
The vibrator began rubbing against Leigh's thighs as I
settled into the bed behind Belle. Willa resumed her position on the far side
after she stripped down. Belle gave me a curious look over her shoulder before
turning back to Leigh. I snuggled into Belle before nibbling and sucking on her
neck and shoulder.
As Belle pushed the vibrator between Leigh's labia, I ran my
left arm down Belle's back and parted her ass cheeks. I could feel Belle look
over her shoulder again, my lips were sucking on her shoulder at that moment,
and visually question what I thought I was doing. I could sense a struggle
going through her mind by the increased tenseness of her shoulders.
She had to be deciding if she would let me distract her or
not. A moment later she made up her mind; she bent her leg and pulled her knee
toward her chest to make my access to her easier. I scooted farther down so I
could move my hand below her ass and begin stroking her cunt, back to front.
Belle wiggled the vibrator inside Leigh's cunt as my fingers
worked her over. She kept it going until she felt my cock pushing past her ass
cheeks. Belle didn't caution me about her anus; she didn't have to. When my
cockhead touched her cunt, Belle responded by looking back at me, daring me to
stick it in.
"Do you want me to stop, Belle?" I gazed into her
eyes. Belle's response was to suddenly push down on my cock, pushing it half
way in with one thrust.
"Fuck," she hissed. I grabbed her hip and finished
driving my rod all the way in. I quickly withdrew, then slammed it home again.
At the same time, I moved my right hand, pinned underneath
me, under Belle's body, until I burrowed to her pelvis. Belle began humming as
my hand reached her slender landing strip. I also noticed that her activity
with Leigh had lightened up. Her cunt walls strongly massaged my cock's passage
and the stimulation was soaking up more and more of Belle's attention.
The vibrator cut off. Belle had dropped it so she could
start pulling and pinching her breasts as my four fingers began to vigorously
rub her clit. For five minutes I kept going at her sideways until she grabbed
the sheets so she could shove her body into mine and almost pushed me off the
bed. Her climax seized her, her breath came in short gasps and tremors passed
from her body to mine.
"Damn it," Belle cursed. It took me a moment to
figure out what she was pissed about. She began thrusting back against me. "Still
hard, huh?" she growled. Why, yes I was, but I wasn't going to tease her
about it. I missed the visual exchange between Willa and Belle but the end
result was Belle giving in, letting Leigh off the hook.
"I'm getting on top, Zane," Belle demanded. What
proceeded was a bit of bedroom acrobatics but I kept my cock inside as I moved
towards the bed's center while Belle swung up to a reverse cowgirl position. I
pushed up, palms on the bed behind me, and watched her ass begin to bounce on
my lap.
At first, Belle rested her hands on my shins and used that
to balance her rocking and thrusting of the hips.
"Don't, Zane," Belle panted as I pressed my chest
against her back. When I wrapped my arms around her, she made one last protest.
"Oh, damn you."
I hugged Belle tight, my left arm around her stomach and the
right around her chest. She slowed down for a few seconds before turning her
upper body so that we could kiss. Our tongues flickered against each other,
then slowly danced back and forth between our mouths.
"I really should bite you right now," Belle
sighed.
"What the hell for?" I muttered.
"I'm going to have to look across the room now and find
a reason for not jumping your bones, you idiot," she breathed in short
bursts.
"Someone likes being 'Zaned'," Leigh teased. Willa
slapped her somewhere; I couldn't see where.
"Shut up unless you want to be tied up all night,"
Willa whispered. I was busy letting my hands migrate over Belle's tight body
now that I had 'permission' to sex her up. I let Belle lean into me. Her hands
cupped her breasts while my hands went from her shoulders to the top of the
tits but avoided the nipples.
I skated around her upper chest, linking my hands over her
pulsing abdomen then lightly traveling down to her thighs.
"You are not in a hurry," Belle observed
breathlessly.
"It is our first time," I reminded her.
"Oh," was all she had to say. Her body rubbing
against me was her real reply. It was with gradual ease that we upped our tempo
until Belle finally 'gave it up' again. This time I came with her, and I
completely spaced about a condom, again. Belle writhed her body against mine
for almost a minute as we regained our composure and our breaths.
"You came in me, didn't you?" Belle said
seriously.
"Yeah, I screwed up. I'm sorry," I groaned.
"What are we going to name our kid?" Belle showed
a tiny bit of mirth.
"I'm partial to Beausephus if it is a boy," I told
her as I kissed her neck, "and Andromeda if it is a girl."
"Our kid is going to kick ass," Belle laughed.
"Aren't you on the pill?" Leigh wondered.
"Listen, you stupid Cunt," Belle twisted on my
semi-rigid cock so she could lock eyes with Leigh, "do I look like I can
afford Healthcare?"
"Answer me, Bitch," Belle began wiggling off my
lap and out of my arms.
"Let it go," I begged Belle.
"Don't think that just because you have my cock in my
cunt, that makes me your bitch," Belle growled to me.
"As your friend, I'm asking you to drop, 'my
cock'?" I hesitated. "Just because MY cock is in your cunt doesn't
make it your cock," I teased.
"Crap, slip of the tongue," Belle mumbled.
"It's okay," both Leigh and I said.
"Several of our girls feel that way," Leigh added.
"We feel possessive about that cock."
"What she said," I finished. "That's why when
it is not attached, I keep it in a locked box."
Belle snorted and Willa and Leigh laughed.
"You went with the detachable cock?" Belle stared
at me. "That's so sad."
"Hey, now," I blushed. "I have a horny naked
biker babe sitting in my lap, with my cock in her cunt. I'm a little shaken up
right now."
"You can be real trying at times," Belle leaned
into me compassionately.
"What? You said you wanted me to try your ass?" I
joked. "Okay."
Belle's vaginal muscles constricted around my cock, exciting
me to hardness again.
"You rip up my ass and I'm going to rip off your
balls," Belle grinned shark-like.
"Your? No, I meant Willa's ass," I verbally
back-pedaled. "Look, she's sitting there, ass up looking all inviting,
lush, and full-formed."
"You wouldn't dare," Willa smirked at me. By her
own accounts, Willa loved anal sex, but apparently it wasn't something she
normally shared. Belle's instincts were leading her past the deception.
"Are you freaky, Willa?" Belle mocked her friend.
"Hey," Leigh piped up. "Barbie Lynn likes it
and she's no freak."
I rolled onto my side, trying to let Belle slide off my
shaft.
"Am I going somewhere?" Belle turned and joked
with me. I shrugged, put my left hand on her shoulder and pumped into her hard
several times.
"Okay, okay," Belle panted. "Go bang Willa.
My cunt is still tingling from the last orgasm, Stud." Belle twisted onto
her stomach which allowed my cock to pop free. Belle moaned sensually and lay
there for a minute with her eyes closed. Dangerously, Leigh crawled over Belle's
still form, retrieved something from Belle's nightstand, and handed it to me,
lube.
Leigh must have seen Belle pull it out and lube up the
vibrator before shoving it in. Belle wasn't a total sadist. I slipped beside
Willa who kept drinking me in with her eyes.
"Where do you think you are going with that?" she
said. Willa remained on her stomach, her ass proudly pointing up and proffered.
"Would you like to try anal?" I winked. "I'm
sure if you try it, you'll like it."
"This won't make me your Old Lady," Willa teased
back. "I'll try it. Let's see what you've got."
"I only want to make you happy," I breathed into
her ear. Willa shivered in anticipation.
I brushed her hair to the far side of her head then kissed
the top of her neck. Willa began to murmur pleasurably as I trailed butterfly
kisses down her spine to her tailbone. A single finger stroked farther down to
her cunt and down to her pubic mound. Willa was only lightly shaved, keeping
her bush full.
The return trip lingered around her anus, pushing slightly
and making Willa moan. She opened her legs farther and farther apart as I
continued to rub her gently. With my free hand, I opened the tube of lubricant
and let it pour down her ass cheeks. I teased her sphincter twice but abandoned
it to rub the thick liquid all over her cunt and perineum.
Recall that Willa was going through a long, dry spell --
being an undercover officer in an outlaw biker gang, so she was bursting at the
seams for sexual contact.
"Damn it, Zane," she pleaded.
"Willa, you are a freak," Belle chuckled.
"Watching him work has gotten me so horny," Leigh
whined. I ignored the peanut gallery; I was dripping oil on my three middle
fingers, pushing my forefinger against Willa's sphincter. Willa must have
really liked her experiences with anal sex because she relaxed her sphincter on
contact and let me in. Man, her asshole felt hot compared to the slight chill
of the room.
My finger corkscrewed past the second knuckle when Willa let
out another heartfelt moan. I pushed in a little farther while resuming my
kisses on her back. Inside a minute, Leigh had sidled up to Willa and me. Belle
had propped herself up with her pillow on the headboard but was studying the
three of us intently.
"You are acting like you've never seen a three-way
before," I commented to Belle.
"Not from the outside looking in," Belle shrugged.
I had no immediate comeback to that. Saying something like 'maybe next time,'
or 'enjoy the show' felt inappropriate. I devoted my attentions to Willa once
more instead.
Speaking of Willa, she was now relaxed enough for me to
stick my ring finger into her anus. I noticed Leigh getting terribly interested
in Willa's arousal.
"Willa, rise up. Push up off the mattress for me,
Babe," I coaxed Willa. She looked back at me, smiled lustfully, and began
raising her ass.
A few more twist and turns with my fingers and Willa was up
on all fours, head down, and her face screened from view by her long, black
hair. I was about to encourage Leigh but she was already slipping under Willa
and putting her lips to Willa's closest tit. Willa's grunt rose over the sound
of Leigh's suckling noise.
I had to move completely to Willa's rear to allow Leigh more
room to maneuver beneath Willa. Leigh's right hand quickly sought out Willa's
cunt while her left began caressing Willa's right breast. I had to admire
Leigh's enthusiasm as well as her willingness to not hold Belle's rough
treatment against Willa.
Belle began to rub her cunny as she watched us play. I also
caught Willa shake her head ecstatically when I wormed my third finger into her
butthole.
"Someone's all excited," Leigh giggled, as she
lifted up her fingers that had been in Willa's cunt for me to inspect. They
weren't just slick; they dripped with her juices.
Finally, Willa had enough.
"Enough foreplay, Zane," she gasped. "Put
that big cock in me. Stick it to me now."
"Ask and you shall receive," I replied. With one
hand on her hip and the other one on my rod I placed my throbbing cockhead
against her mildly gaping sphincter.
I could literally feel the breath slowly exhale from Willa's
body as my cock first slipped inside her anal cavity.
"Zane, Zane, Zane," she exulted softly as I inched
my way inside her rectum. I had been wrong all this time; I had thought I'd
never find someone who liked anal sex as much as Barbie Lynn, but here she was.
She was tight, hot, and damp. By the snug fit I could tell
she had abstained for some time but her reactions were pure pleasure, to me and
her. I could also feel Leigh's fingers vibrating rapidly within Willa's cunt as
well as her vaginal muscles squeezing them back. I let my penis sit there for a
moment before withdrawing all but the head.
I repeated this three times, with Willa moaning louder each
time I thrust my deepest.
"Hammer her," Belle demanded.
"Her ass, her rules," I chastised the head Warlord
Babe.
"Hammer me, Zane," Willa virtually screamed. O-kay
then, a hammering I will go. I plunged in without mercy. The first thrust
nearly toppled her over but on the second one, I held her hips tightly and she
pushed back to meet my attack. The loud smacking of skin began to echo
throughout the room.
"Don't, stop, un, til, you, fill, me, up," Willa
gasped between lighting swift penetrations. I felt like my hips were moving in
a blur. Willa's whole body was a mass of spasms beneath me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Willa gasped, then
she squealed. Yes, squealed like a little school girl.
I didn't relent, though. She had told me to keep going, so
'hi-ho, hi-ho, it was off to fuck I go'. I caught sight of an exhausted Willa
turning her head sideways and mouthing something to Belle through her mass of
hair. Belle tilted her head, then shook it in the negative.
"No, you can't keep him," she explained to Willa
but for my benefit. "Too many people know he's here. Wait until you get
Zane alone before you take him."
"Hey! That's our line," Leigh spoke up
indignantly. "Kappa Sig property."
"You had better put those lips back to work on Willa
before I put this vibrator back to work on you," Belle threatened. Leigh
huffed, then went back to lip-smacking Willa's tit.
"Shit, shit, shit," then a squeal from Willa once
more. Damn, that had been a fast one.
After that, Willa went down to her elbows, smothering Leigh
with her tit. Leigh responded by going hog-wild on the whole breast biting and
chewing on the whole damn thing.
"Jesus Christ!" Willa howled, followed quickly by
the loudest squeal of them all. Her body contractions dissipated what remained
of my self-control.
I began ejaculating, grinding my hips hard into her ass and
plunging to the farthest depths yet. Willa collapsed in a state of perpetual
groaning. Belle was kind enough to pull Leigh free before I collapsed on Willa.
I barely had the strength to prop myself up on my elbows so as not to crush
Willa beneath me.
"Willa," Belle mused, "you really are full of
surprises." If only she knew, or maybe it was better that she didn't know.
It took a physically devastated Willa several seconds to reply.
"You aren't going to give me shit about this in front
of the other girls, are you?" she asked. Willa was a probationary Warlord
so her reputation was incredibly vulnerable.
"Yeah; let me see," Belle ticked off events; while
massaging Leigh's half-raised leg from knee to inner thigh, "From the
sounds of it he nailed Fontana Palmer thrice; before coming up here, kicking my
ass, then fucking me so good all the lights came on. Then he rolled you over
and plowed your ass through three orgasms, no."
"They'll strap Zane down to the pool table for one hell
of a weekend," Belle pointed out. "All the guys will resent him for
that, so they'll bust him up and put him in the hospital where he can't perform
for a month. Then the female riot ensues. I don't need that kind of
hassle."
"Thanks for looking out for me," I mocked.
"Eh, you are almost a friend," Belle smiled.
"Okay, on that note I'm going to take Leigh and
leave," I began getting out of bed. Leigh had enough common sense to look
to Belle for permission before climbing over Belle's legs and hopping free.
"Try to keep the noise down," Belle teased as I
opened the door.
"I think Leigh's cunt has been abused enough for one
night," I shook my head. "We are going downstairs to cuddle."
"Nah-uh," Leigh said as she grabbed my hand.
"Penetration, orgasm, cuddle; that's the way it's going to go."
"No, wait," Leigh corrected herself.
"Penetration, orgasm, orgasm, cuddle is how it's going to go." I'm
sure Willa and Belle heard my groan of despair as I shut their door.
"Leigh, your cunt looks much abused," I told her.
"How about we not have sex tonight?"
"After all I went through, please," she begged.
"How about we have a sex-date later this week," I
suggested.
"I want to spend some time with you," Leigh
pouted.
"Leigh, I have Fall Break this week," I informed
her. "We can have as much time as you like."
"You do?" Leigh visibly perked up. "Oh, thank
God," she then moaned. "I can barely walk, I'm so sore."
"Do you still want to cuddle?" I asked.
"I'd love to, Zane," she sighed, as she put her
arm around my waist. "I want you to know that if it wasn't for Tawny, we
really would keep you as our sex slave," she added lovingly. Yay me.
"That's it," I snarled. "I'm going to go over
there one night, tie all of you up, and butt-fuck the lo
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April 22 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 29
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 29
Barbie Lynn s Genetics
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
podcast at Explicit
Novels.

Nymphomania,
while enticing to consider, is still utter madness when experienced.
"Why Mr. Zane, my Barbie Lynn has told us so many
wonderful things about you," she sounded so sugary that the honeyed words
flowed off her tongue in a manner that was barely coherent. Also, her eyes
flickered to the shower where I'd nailed Barbie Lynn repeatedly for forty
minutes not all that long ago. Next to me Thomas grunted something that sounded
like 'hello'.
"I'm sure she's exaggerated to my betterment," I
pulled that banter out of my tush, my brain was suffering catastrophic blood
loss.
"I can't wait to live in this dorm next year,"
Laramie came across with a nearly a molasses like drawl as well. "Zane,
will you let me use this room next year?"
"Dude! This is your room?" Jefferson perked up.
"Mom, I have to come here next year!"
"Um, yes Laramie, I'm going to hold this room open to
every girl, and perhaps guy, in the dorm. I don't need much space," I
said, "so keep out of the way of housekeeping and we are good. Also, you
are immune from Handmaiden's Duty while here."
"Oh, I was thinking about the game stations, satellite
dishes and cable hook-ups," Jefferson added. Jefferson Davis, that name
rang a bell.
"Come on now Honey, a man can't go to a women's,"
Savannah let that sentence die unfinished. For me, it was keep the lone male
status quo; or to get a good night's sleep'.
"Mrs. Masters, I offer a thin hope for your son; if
your daughter could line up some upstanding seniors and juniors, he might slip
in under the Zane Exception to the enrollment policy," I told her.
"You'd do that for Jeff?" Savannah took off her
sunglasses and bit one of its arms.
"Ma'am, I'd wrestle an alligator blindfolded for your
daughter. I would certainly put in a good word for her brother," I smiled.
I had no idea how tough alligators could be but I knew about crocodiles and
those were some mean mothers in their own right. Still, faced with alligator
wrestling or no anal-sex with Barbie Lynn, I was getting a belt, handbag and
new shoes, damn it.
The odds of getting Jeff in were long, Victoria barely
suffered Heaven being around, and it would take an act of the Southern Baptist
Convention to bring in a male to replace me when I was gone.
"It would give your Father another option for Jefferson
if you could do this Barbie Lynn," Savannah politely replied.
"That would be great," the kid rejoiced. Yes, he
was a fully functioning teenage male.
"Zane can move mountains when he sets his mind to
it," Barbie Lynn winked at me. Thomas saw it but was caught off-guard.
"Let me show you my bedroom," Barbie offered her
kin. They turned and the women sashayed away while Jeff had an almost run-in
with Raven and 'company'. Each woman shot a look over their shoulder and smiled
at me at some point along their journey which boded trouble.
"I apologize, Zane," Thomas mumbled. "I
thought, deep down, you were weak for submitting to your lusts. Now, I don't, I
don't think that anymore."
"Don't sweat it," I smiled. "It is only
another day for me ending in y."
"And don't you be forgetting about me, and how tough it
has been resisting Zane," Vivian warned the man she was hoping to marry.
"A wife should obey her husband," he started,
"and a husband should know when to shut up."
Lunch and what comes after
I dropped Ms. Reveal's lunch off with just enough sassiness
to make her smile and believe that our bad episode was behind us. She sent me
to the Vice Chancellor's office a minute later, and while Doctor Victoria
Scarlett was conversing over the phone, I felt comfortable to set her meal up
in front of her and mine across her desk.
Victoria only had this canned ice tea in her mini-frig so I
swiped two and set one before her and opened mine. I wasn't exactly sure what
it was, it was pretending to be Southern Ice Tea and I pretended to like it.
The best thing I could say about it was it was cold. This was our fourth
"working" lunch where she would insidiously fill my head with her
philosophy and I'd causally remind her that women ran this government, not me;
I was a figurehead.
"What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" she
inquired as she daintily cleaned off some crouton crumbs on her cheek. Her look
was very intense. I wasn't getting 'quite' sexual signs from her but something,
somehow this was personal. That could only mean one thing.
"I'm spending it with Ms. Rio Talen but no set location
has been chosen," I replied.
"Oh," she paused then, "There is a Science
Fiction convention in Seattle that runs from December 29th to through the 1st.
My friends and I are attending and Hical asked about you."
"Deal but we have to fit Rio in," I agreed.
"I can send some Universe, TV and movie series and well
as costuming information for her to look over," Victoria agreed
tentatively.
"No need, she's a Klingon, a small craft captain whose
Father betrayed the Empire and whose survival is a stain on her honor," I
told her. "With that barely constrained fury, she's a natural. You teach
her how to use that bat-a-rang and,"
"Batleth," Victoria interjected.
"Wicked-curved-bladey thing," I continued,
"and you'll see. Oh, I'll need an Orion Slave Girl outfit and some green
body paint for Mercy and all of her stuff by October 30th, cost is not an
object."
"I'll call my outfitter when you leave and I must say
you are taking this rather well," Doctor Scarlet noted.
"Why? I had a blast in your office that time," I
admitted. "As long as I'm not crawling in, screaming fur-balls, I'm okay.
I'll be a human Starfleet Doctor Xeno-biologist who has done surgery on
multiple species. A "Doctors Without Borders" kind of guy. I'll get
Cordelia to build me an actual tricorder, trust me."
We ate, she asked for my sizes, I gave her Rio's and Mercy's
sizes; at the Con we were all 'Next Gen' except Mercy who would be Old School
for Halloween. She offered me a chance to be a Borg but since they all looked
to be in desperate need of a sun tan, I declined. All in all, it barely took
twenty minutes.
"You did a very good job as Mediator this
morning," the Vice Chancellor added as I made to leave.
"It is not so rough," I grinned.
"WWKSD?"
"Wha, oh," she smiled warmly. "What would
King Solomon do, clever."
"Hell, the Bible has a whole book called Judges. This
shit ain't so hard," I laughed as I breezed out the door. Ms. Reveal was
waiting, as was Heaven.
Heaven had to exert some will to not kiss me on the spot.
Christina had lectured us on P D A, public displays of affection, during
Homecoming. The more people who knew about us, the more the outcry and the
stronger Chancellor's radical decision to keep Heaven on as part as the student
body, would be challenged. As it was, our hands would casually brush one
another until we got inside my dorm where I chased Heaven up the stairs, pinching
her ass every time I caught up.
After entering my code, I gauged Heaven's mood deciding we
needed some quiet time; there would be too much traffic over most of the floor,
and Heaven being too vocal, to get away with sex; and cuddling would be fine
anyway. I caught sight of Rio with one of my Marksmanship team mates, Genesis.
"Hey Zane," Genesis stood up. She was a weird one,
going from borderline contempt to grudging respect over the last two weeks. If I
didn't know the impossibilities, I'd think she had a boyfriend. "Hope
wants everyone at the Amory for an equipment check at seven. We leave at
8:15."
Heaven held my hand tightly.
"Boudoir occopodo," Rio snickered as Genesis made
her exit.
Heaven's grip nearly crushed my hand, ouch.
"Babe," I whispered to Heaven, "let me check
this out."
I disentangled myself and went for the wall of screens that
separated my bedroom area from the rest of the floor.
"Get some popcorn and get ready to sit a spell,"
Rio joked to Heaven who grumbled. I went around to see who, or whom, were using
my room.
Inside was not what I expected. Savannah Belafonte Masters
had taken off her top (which was peach) and was rummaging with growing
frustration through Barbie Lynn's bra drawer. I saw some grape juice splashed
on her beige skirt. She saw me, pulled up her shirt to cover her bra-covered
assets while looking a bit fearful and upset.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked softly.
"It is my bedroom," I replied. "What are you
doing in my bedroom?"
"But, but Barbie Lynn's stuff is in here," she
gasped.
"That would because it is her room too, we sleep
together," I answered. That slowed her up for a second. "Can I help
you with something?"
"I, I, I spilled juice on my shirt," she began.
"And your skirt," I pointed out."
"Oh no," she choked back a sob. "What am I
going to do? I'm a mess and none of Barbie Lynn's bras, shirts, or skirts are
going to fit me." I mused over that for a second.
"I've stashed some bra extensions around here somewhere
and that should allow for the difference is sizes between you and Barbie,"
I said. "Now give me your skirt and I'll find a replacement." She
hesitated so I added. "I'm not going to molest one of my best friends'
mom, Savannah. Give me your skirt and I'll take care of everything." This
time she did it, though I had to turn my back.
I padded back out to Rio and Heaven who had just returned
with the popcorn.
"Rio, Heaven, I need you to break into Chancellor Bazz'
residence and steal a skirt like this," I offered up Savannah's.
"Hell yeah," Rio exulted. "Time for a little
Breaking Entry."
"Oh, what the fuck," Heaven shrugged. "Count
me in." She gave me a quick kiss and the two miscreants headed out on
their nefarious mission. I went back to the bedroom and stumbled into Savannah,
now with her bra off, eyeing two of Barbie Lynn's double barreled slingshots.
Our eyes locked.
"Right," I spun away. "Bra extensions."
"Zane, do you think I'm attractive?" Barbie Lynn's
Mom asked.
When women say that, they can mean three things;

the truth,

the lure, or

the lie.
Some women want to know if you find them attractive. Others
want you to find them attractive for nefarious means. Lastly, a few woman want to
be reminded that they are beautiful. Savannah was the latter.
"If you are asking me if you are as good looking as
Barbie Lynn, Mrs. Masters, I'll have to say no but that's because you are a
lady who is fully a woman and Barbie Lynn is still leaving some of the girl
behind. There is no comparison. You are both hot," I affirmed.
"I don't know," she sighed. "It is with my
husband, then seeing you and Barbie Lynn, in the shower,
What's wrong with you and your husband, if I may
intrude?" I asked.
"He had an accident at work, one of his factories, and
he hasn't been the same," she sniffed.
"Do you love him?" I questioned.
"Honestly."
"Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "But he's just
not there."
"Do me a favor; come over and sit next to me and I
promise to be as well behaved as a Montana Miner (hey, it is where my family
comes from)," I said as I sat at the foot of the bed. Savannah very, very
reluctantly came over and sat at my bed, but I said nothing.
"Yes?" she broke down and inquired finally.
"I want you to laugh," I related to her softly.
"Laugh, laugh like you do with small kids."
"But, I'm not sure," she began then I poked her in
the ribs. "What?" So I tickled her under her arms. Savannah covered
her breasts by mistake so I got some finger in and began making her giggle and
squirm.
"Stop it," she gasped for breath, so I rolled onto
my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender.
"See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned.
"I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you
simple need to worry a little bit less, and love yourself a little bit
more."
"How do I do that?" she panted.
"I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes
and see what you like, and what your husband might like," I suggested.
"I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager; but not every day is Sunday
school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother.
"But," she stammered.
"There is a screen right over there," I pointed
out, "that you can change behind and the armoire over here has a
mirror."
"But I'll be parading around here, in my bra and
panties," she worried.
"Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged,
"but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less
material. Look at it that way."
"Well, don't ogle, alright?"
"Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll
pluck out my eyes?'
After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and
looking over her shoulder at me with real worry that I might find her either
too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because
they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking the sun. A minute
later she finally spoke up.
"I can't find anything that I think will fit," she
said in desperation. I had the answer to that; I went up and picked out the
clothes Barbie Lynn wore to the concert a few weeks back.
"I can't wear this," she gasped in fright.
"Barbie Lynn wore this to a social function," I
assured her. "It is perfectly fine and you aren't going to leave here in it,
only try it on."
You see, the beauty of this pants/halter top combination was
the lacing. I knew it would fit her, but she'd be showing a bit more flesh than
Barbie had. She looked mortified when she stepped from behind the screens, and
a little better when she saw herself in the mirror. I withheld my comment until
she looked at me.
"I'm dressed like a hussy," she stated sadly.
"No; a hussy dresses like that when she goes to the
supermarket. A wife wears that around the house to remind her husband he's a
man and that she's his woman," Caveman mentality.
Savanna gave her reflection a second, longer glance. This
time she took in the sides, and dare I say, her ass. All her curves were
smoothed out and pulled tight by the leather.
"My ass looks younger," I caught her whispering to
herself.
"My Boobs appear like they are about to bust
free," she addressed me once more.
"Yes Ma'am! Yes ma'am, they do," I smirked.
"That is the whole purpose of the design of the shirt but I assure you, Barbie
Lynn hasn't had one escape yet."
"Oh, that's nice," she went back to looking at
herself in the mirror.
"Now there are some nice shirts in there, as well as
some, short, skirts," I directed Savannah. She came out in the first
shirt, trying to make the buttons hook but they wouldn't. I came off the bed
and helped her. That is, I left most of them unbuttoned.
"But they, my husband can see my bra," she
worried.
"Mrs. Savannah, that would be the point," I
nodded. "Let him get a peek of the bra." We both heard the quiet
footfalls and it couldn't be Heaven and Rio back so soon. Savannah froze and I
reclined passively on the bed.
"Mom, Zane?" Barbie Lynn gazed back and forth.
"Baby Child," Savannah blathered.
"Wow Mom," Barbie clasped her hands in approval.
"The golden shirt with the plum bra is a wonderful combination for
you."
See, I trusted Barbie Lynn more than her Mother did.
"I was trying on some clothes and, um, Zane was helping
me," Savannah gulped.
"Oh Mom, don't worry about it," Barbie hugged her
mother, "Zane sees eight girls getting dressed every morning. He's used to
it."
"Oh, she trailed off. "So he's safe?"
"I'd never say that," Barbie Lynn glanced back my
way and licked her lips. "But he's a good friend and I think that's more
important. Let's try on this next; the black leather will look good with the
knee boots."
It continued like this for a while. Rio and Heaven slinked
back in with the now rather redundant set of conservative attire. We retreated
to the head of the bead with Heaven snuggling next to me and Rio right beside
her. Heaven and I shared a pillow, on our laps.
"Do you think they have any idea that we're all
bi-sexual," Heaven whispered as Barbie Lynn was prying Savannah into a red
bustier.
"Momma Mia," Rio hissed. "Those are some mounds.
Big fluffy mounds."
"Seriously," Heaven nudged us both, "I'm
going to need a blowjob if this goes on much longer." I moved my hand
behind Heaven, worked it up her skirt and up against her panties until I was
giving her bunghole quite a workout.
"Fine," Heaven ground out. "You can fuck me
but I'm coming all over the sheets damn it."
"What was that?" Savannah called out. "Do you
think this is too much?"
"Oh no Mrs. Masters," Heaven gulped. "If I
wasn't totally into guys I would think you look, delicious."
"Why thank you Ms. Vickers," Savannah smiled.
"And if I wasn't totally into guys I'd have you chained
to this bed and be ripping your clothes off right now," Rio added
gleefully.
"Oh, huh, thank you?" Savanna responded more
cautiously.
When Barbie Lynn, now totally torturing us, convinced her
mother to wear a thong and a short skirt something had to be done. I reclined
sidewise on the bed while Heaven built a pillow fort behind me and Rio dove
under the covers to suck my feisty transvestite off. It was a half-assed
endeavor and a minor miracle that nothing went wrong.
Finally Heaven yanked my shoulder back and took a big bite
out of it. I could hear Rio slurping up Heaven's cum and prayed the others
couldn't.
Is everything okay?" Barbie Lynn called out.
"Heaven's got a muscle cramp but we are working it
out," I fibbed.
Second later, Rio's tussled head reappeared and she punched
Heaven in the ribs.
"Shit Bitch," Rio scooped up some errant semen
with her finger, "Have you been holding that up all week long. You nearly
choked me."
"Why don't you come by every morning and we can work
out an installment plan?" Heaven shot back quietly.
Regrettably, Savannah noticed our, acquisitions and reluctantly
put them on but I caught sight of her running her hand over some of the racier
things left lying around before she and Barbie
1 hr 7 min
April 22 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 28
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 28
Sandwiches?
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
podcast at Explicit
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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;
1.
money,
2.
social pressure and
3.
camouflage.
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
velvet hunger.
"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.
Who's room?
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
Office."
"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
hours ago.
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
cautiously.
"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
number."
"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
house pet."
"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
phone back.
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
animals' clause.
"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
Rio isn't looking.
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
a kind; I'll spare it.
"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
the 'suit' to Rio.
Top lesson:
1.
Rio is in charge.
Rio approved approves the look suit then hands it to
Felicity.
"You expect me to wear this?" Felicity gasps.
"That's going to cost you Sweet-cheeks," Rio grins
wickedly.
"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
her body stiffens.
"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
can't speak."
"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?"
Rio inquires.
"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
less trepidation.
"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."
"Yes, Felicity falters.
"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.
Payback is a bitch."
"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
seen Rio consider using.
"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
grumbled.
"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
of Evil."
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
cautiously.
"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,"
I add.
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
treasures.
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
alone.
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
head off.
"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
victory."
"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
Paige's head.
"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.
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1 hr 2 min
April 22 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27
Appreciation?
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
podcast at Explicit
Novels.

Children must face the scrutiny of their
parents
The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the
moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane
Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt
of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This
could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured
here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing
Guinness or Irish Malt?'

Most likely, this was going to be some sort of
humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find
out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white
box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no
peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked
for Holiday Carpenter.

"Zane, does that have your name on it?"
Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if
it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my
buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my
heart. "Where is Vivian?"

"I left my room before she was done." I looked
to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.

"Why don't you see if she's been calling you?"
she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal
because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag,
or anything else a 21st century student might need.

"I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I
confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."

"I'll give her a call." She pulled out her
phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am
such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is
Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict
instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."

The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's
conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia
knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me,
because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started
slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made
less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?

Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had
slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had
pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one.
Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded
so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I
am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she
arrived.

Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on
bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I
made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took
my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had
garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian
smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I
understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private
space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing
around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or
even asks what you need."

"Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to
be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by
you or at least tell you where I was."

"Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me.
"It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor
guests at that."

"How about we call a truce?" I offer.

"I can live with that," Vivian smiled.

"Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted
derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully
punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.

"Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely.
"Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this
wickedly evil grin.

"What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?"
she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut.
Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"

Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full
volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your
language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound
of your voice!"

"Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a
snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.

"What did you say?" Marlowe closed the
distance.

"She was repeating what I pointed out," I
turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this
morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to
describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."

"You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.

"You are probably right, as I do so to you on
general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned
right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.

"Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian,
"what are you going to do about this?"

"Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being
rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student
body?" Vivian requested.

"I so apologize," I bowed my head.

"I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only
after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean
across me and whisper to Vivian.

"You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all,
Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed
for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student
body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a
generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.

"Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her
acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should
attempt to emulate his teachings."

"So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?"
Rio snickered.

"No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though
she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.

The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious
about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared.
When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in.
I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking
myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and
left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain
and Millicent.

"Death Match and you get to referee," Rio
teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul."
Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.

"Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that
somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they
steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.

Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up
quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none
of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the
cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this,
right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.

"Open the box and follow the instructions,"
Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone
vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.

"I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised
something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did
likewise but at a more sedate pace.

What came out of each box was almost identical, different
only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The
objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks,
squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little
voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would
work.

"Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to
say.

"It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when
Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out
carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little
darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me
from the hands of their owners.

All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little
'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were
removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was
responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest
allies pulling back.

"TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation.
"Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial;
girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't
want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated
spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I
thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.

Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put
it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized
enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little
rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as
they plowed into me.

It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny
terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring
and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization
was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In
retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.

I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I
could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the
bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to
hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit'
in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of
receiving an answer.

I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it
would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the
start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but
in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic
and determined. But it gets worse.

There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about
removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not
in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she
claimed.

"Well, Black, do something," the first three
rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.

"I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black
replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"

Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course,
what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen.
Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to
begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'

No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped
and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and
grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the
message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the
podium.

"Do something!" she screamed at Black. This
time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain
coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the
all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present
had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle
flinched.

Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The
little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down
version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark,
the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to
one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.

"Get away from him; just get away from him,"
good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears.
"Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth
and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If
she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands
up in desperation and starts to storm off.
My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting
angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat
down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this
travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord
Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the
ladies in my life will inform me about this later.

For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she
surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before
talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it,
it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the
sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began
thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.

"Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane
through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students
feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed
the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today
for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204
Denning Hall."

By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia
headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die.
Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often
compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me
with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her
seat.

How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it
wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take
Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied
to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved
poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and
tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.

Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before
English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that
bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped
putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always
assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.

What do you do if they come with you when you jump
besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them
beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the
class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat
elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and
didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.

I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting
in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes
forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and
have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and
Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.

Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if
they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I
yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow
pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I
finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes
measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from
blowing a kiss to her
1 hr 6 min
April 22 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 26
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 26
A New Student (tribal) Council

In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
podcast at Explicit
Novels.

If you can't look in a mirror and laugh at yourself, cut off the
light

"Can we put other restrictions on you?" Simone
Brady prodded.

"This is not the 'Zane' show," Virginia
Goodswell interjected. "We need to decide when the new Student government
will meet, I suggest Tuesday nights, and how we are going to conduct
business."

"We can start by deciding where we meet,"
Chastity spoke up. "I vote for Zane's place."

"What's wrong with the Assembly Hall, where we've
always met?" Rhaine countered.

"Rhaine, you are drinking a Doctor Pepper, KayLeigh,
you are drinking a grape juice, and Joy was eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream
with chocolate syrup when I got here," Hope snickered. "You have hot
plates and microwaves too, if needed."

Rhaine, Joy, and KayLeigh, all Traditionalists, looked
guilty. They also looked like they treasured their creature comforts because
they weren't running for the door.

"It is a nice place," KayLeigh admitted.

"And you don't get to come back up here
otherwise," Rio grinned evilly. "This floor is devoted to the
freshman class."

"There are a lot of upperclassmen up here right
now," Rhaine pointed out.

"Those are what you would call 'friends'," Rio
sneered. "If you weren't freaking evil, you might have some."

"Please don't put it that way," I requested of
Rio. Rio had every reason to be cranky. Mercy looked even more exhausted
sitting at her side.

"Zane will arrange the room to fit your needs,"
Christina finally spoke, "I guarantee it."

"You think you can control him?" Rhaine shot
back.

"I'm not afraid of him; he's not some wild beast. I
ask him to do things for me and he does," Christina chided Rhaine. "He
is like any other freshman; it is that simple."

"He's rather mouthy for a freshman," Hannah
joked.

"Well, maybe if you put my mouth to other
uses," I bantered back. There was a moment of silence followed by Dana
Gorman taking up her bottled water and walking over to me. She smiled down at
my seated form while she poured out the remaining water onto my crown.

"Cool off, Casanova," Dana cautioned me
playfully before returning to her seat.

"Exactly why do you keep her around again?" Rio
slapped my shoulder.

"Can you imagine how insufferable Christina would be
if Coach didn't keep her in line?" I smiled. Christina rolled her eyes
while Rio chuckled. Virginia stood up and cleared her throat.

"I want to make sure that all the ladies, plus Zane,
plan to make this experiment work. It is rather pointless to proceed if any of
you can't be honest now," Virginia, my Spiritual Advisor, poled the
audience. Most of the girls looked around to see who would do what but no one
jumped.

"I think it is safe to say that we students will
stay true to the Vice Chancellor's plan, though this is not an endorsement of
Zane, his conduct, or even his continued presence here," Rhaine spoke for
the group.

"With that settled, we can call it a night,"
Doctor Kennedy declared. "Ladies, consider what issues we need to deal
with so we can bring them up next Tuesday night, 9 pm."

"Who do we send the itinerary to?" Simone
inquired.

"Zane," Hudson Lane volunteered me.

"I nominate Faith De Young (of Christina's inner
circle) to be our Secretary of Record, if she wants the job," I said.
Faith looked completely taken off-guard but nodded quickly.

"I'll do it," she made clear. The meeting broke
up soon after with most of the student leadership departing. Dana, Hudson, and
Christina & company hung around a little longer.

"Not the Glamorous Gremlin?" Rio teased me on
my choice of Secretary. She gasped and nearly fell over right after that. Iona
smiled softly and shook her head. She realized that she was still a freshman
and her day would come.

"Ah, here's one of the controllers," Heaven
gave a devilish smile as she handed the device over to Rio. Miraculously, the
other three sexual wonders were also handed over, ending the threat of torture
for the day.

"I see a spanking machine in you bitches'
future," Rio snarled at Chastity, Hope, Heaven, Faith, and Christina.

"I swear, I tried to get one of those damn things
all day long," Valarie griped. "You would think that after setting
this up, someone would have given me one, but no, I am a freshman so I don't
get to play the game."

"It was you!" Rio screamed, and lunged at
Valarie, who comically batted her away as Vivian and Mercy intervened.

"Yes," Val laughed, "but it was Iona who
figured out how to have captured your days by enlisting the aid of classmates
with video phones. I can tell today's footage is going to be a classic."

"Why did you do it?" Vivian asked Valarie.

"I had revenge on Rio and made Mercy ecstatically
happy; it was a win-win," Val grinned vindictively. It was a credit to
Rio's berserk nature that no one asked what Rio had done to warrant revenge;
everyone automatically assumed that Valarie was justified.

"Everyone's sympathy is under-whelming," Rio
grumbled. "Come on, Mercy, let's get these things off."

"Do we have to?" Mercy pleaded softly. Hell, I
imagine she could barely stand but apparently, her limit to sexual
overstimulation was unconsciousness. Rio used one finger to hook Mercy's collar
and pulled her close.

"How dare you talk back," Rio whispered, but I
was close enough to hear. "I was going to settle for the vibrating nipple
clamps that arrived today but now I'm thinking a few dozen paddle blows, to
each cheek, are in your future, you annoying little bitch."

Annoying was Mercy and Rio's code word for 'love'; Rio
simply couldn't stand the 'L' word.

"Vibrating nipple clamps?" Christina was both
confused and amused. "Where do you people come up with this stuff?"

"Adam and Eve," Rio shot back without batting
an eye. "Wait until I have Mercy's nipples and lips pierced; then the real
fun begins."

"I don't think Mercy should have her lips
pierced," Vivian suggested forcefully. "They'd be glaringly
obvious." Rio groaned and sighed.

"Not those lips," Rio clarified. "The other
ones, you know, labia, cunt lips, cunt etc." There was a pregnant pause in
the room. "Attach vibrator wires to those bad boys and Wow! Let the magic
begin."

Mercy and Rio really were made for each other; they were both
salivating at the prospect. Thankfully, I saw Cassandra hovering around and
looking ready for me to start playing towel boy.

"Ladies, one last duty to perform and then my day is
done," I attempted my exit.

"Zane, is it alright if I spend the night?"
Hope ambushed me.

"Of course," I smiled, because I'm a fucking
idiot who is an embarrassment to the very concept of the mentally challenged
and a parody of every teen boy date flick. I was already spending time with
Iona, Paige, Barbie Lynn, and now Hope.

Maybe I can find a way to have a secret government space
array shoot an earthquake laser at my feet so a pit opens up underneath me and
I plummet to a fiery death at the Earth's core. Maybe I watch too much bad TV.

"Iona, did my Viagra arrive yet," I teased my
buddy. "I'm going to need a pill tonight."

"Oh, Zane, I don't think we have any but I'll go
online and see what I can get for you," Iona replied in all seriousness.

"I know some guys who smuggle them in from
Mexico," Valarie offered. "I'll make some calls."

"That is so cool!" Barbie Lynn clapped her
hands. "Now he'll never go down. I can ride him all night long." She
hugged me while a fearful vision of my desiccated, sperm-drained husk lying
open-eyed and lifeless on my bed danced before my eyes.

"Zane?" Cassandra called out.

"Oh, yes, towel boy and bikini selection," I
muttered. I gravitated her way, took her hand, and led her to my room.

"What's that about?" Vivian mused.

"Handmaiden's Duty," Iona informed the ladies.
"He picks out a bikini for her and acts as pool boy while she's in the
Jacuzzi."

"I hope someone cleans that thing from time to
time," Faith shuddered.

"Every morning at ten o'clock it is drained and
cleaned, and the filter cleaned every Monday," Iona droned on without even
looking up. The rest of that exchange was lost as I retreated to my bedroom.

What followed could be blamed on Cassandra accidently
dropping her drink in the Jacuzzi and me having to retrieve it; it was an unopened
soda can. Or maybe it could be blamed on the surprisingly conservative (for my
room) white and black striped bikini she wore. Whatever was the catalyst,
inside five minutes I had Cassandra out of her suit, front to front, her crotch
pressing me against the side of the Jacuzzi with my head barely above water
while she rode my face in a pattern and energy that reminded me of Hawaii's
North Shore.

Cassandra was pounding the back of my head against the
wood wall as she drove her cunt over my lips and tongue again and again.

"Oh, Baby, you are so much better than my
fingers," she communicated with an erotic growl. "Keep it up, keep it
up!" She was the one in the control of the sexual rhythm so I was not sure
what else I might do but keep licking and sucking as hard as I could.

I was finally able to run a hand along her chocolate
flesh until I managed to push against her sternum and got her to roll her
shoulders back. That allowed me to start massaging and stroking one of her
breasts while my other hand got between her legs from behind and gently
penetrated her cunt.

"Za, za, za, Zane!" she screamed out. Note to
self: Add earplugs to my Must Have List.

Cassandra slathered my nose, lips, and chin with her
rather scalding, light to the tongue and tasty fluids. If she wasn't still
trying to give me a concussion with her hips I might have enjoyed it more. As
her orgasm dissipated, she slid down my body with a sated sigh. Her legs were
outside mine so as she descended, her cunt came to rest on my Speedo-encased
cock. Saying that my cock was hard would be like saying snow is cold or the
English love their soccer; pretty much a given.

Her eyes grew wide when she realized where she rested.
She's a senior and a virgin in a Christian Girl's school, she began humping me,
of course. Being Cassandra, she began humping me hard and thumping her way to
another climax.

"Zane, I am totally rethinking you being allowed on
campus," Cassandra panted.

"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" I
wondered. At this time I had one finger lightly in her cunt as my other hand
tenderly tweaked one of her nipples.

"Oh, I think every junior and senior should have
their own personal freshman boy to keep under control with a strong hand,"
she grinned while she kept working my rod over with her cunt.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we developed a peaceful,
platonic relationship based on mutual trust and respect?" I suggested
hopefully. Cassandra gave a deep, throaty laugh.

"You're funny, but no," she grinned evilly.
"After all, if that was the case, I couldn't do this: Zane, suck my other
nipple, suck it hard, while I play with your fat phallus." Oh yeah, I love
the way this is going (insert internalized weeping).

She worked out my cock painfully fast and began rubbing
it deeply between her labia, to the point I felt the tightness of her vaginal
walls on my cockhead.

"Zane, you know a whole lot about the sex
stuff," she stated. "What's a cock ring?" Oh, HELL No! I have
enough difficulty ejaculating as is. The last thing I need is something that
allows another to make the prospects of my ejaculation even dimmer.

"It's a device, a ring, that is placed over the base
of the cock to restrict blood flow, thus allowing longer erections," I
grudgingly confessed. "Thinking about getting one, as a Christmas present,
for someone out of state?"

"So, you could have intercourse, for a long time,
and not ejaculate, so a girl would be, safe, in fucking you raw?"
Cassandra's voice was becoming more strained.

"Technically, yes, but a little music, some
hand-holding, and dinner at McDonald's would suffice in getting me
aroused," I tried to explain. "There is no need for, something like
that."

"Zane, clearly God put you, on this campus as a test
for, true believers," Cassandra related, "And every woman here needs,
to be tested, A Lot!" she screamed out her second orgasm of the night.

My hands raced down to grab each luscious buttock before
her spasms caused her to slip down my cock and make her virginity a thing of
the past. When my cock slapped against my stomach, I held Cassandra tight until
she calmed down.

"You need to stay on campus during the
weekends," Cassandra moaned with content exhaustion, "so we can use
you more often."

"Why do you think I flee campus every weekend?"
I thought. If she had her way, I'd be walking around with an IV in my arm and
popping Viagra like M&M's. I chose life! If you think I am a coward, step
up and take my place. I'll sneak back into the cemetery at night and put a
flower on your headstone. You can take that permanent smile etched on your face
to your grave, He-Man.

"I have to ask: What brought this on?" I
inquired.

"I received one of Mercy's controls and we shared
the next class," Cassandra confessed. "She glowed with such pleasure
I thought she would pass out. I was suddenly curious."

"I had nothing to do with that," I groaned.
"I swear, it wasn't me." Cassandra placed one hand on each side of my
face.

"Zane, it wasn't you, I know that," she smiled,
"but it is your presence that allowed something like that, her ability to
experience that level of pleasure, that I want to experience. I have to go now.
I need to report to the other girls what it was like so we can figure out what
to do with you next."

You know, if I had been paranoid, I would have been
right, people are plotting against me. Cassandra stood up and stepped onto the
bench so that I was once more facing her puffy, somewhat abused cunt lips
before she swung one leg over me and exited the tub. I closed my eyes and let
my head hang over the side, facing up.

"Towel boy," Cassandra taunted me. I looked at
her. Cassandra was dripping wet and she was extending a towel my way. I pulled
my own tired ass out of the Jacuzzi and tenderly buffed her excellent body
until she was dry. She gave me one last kiss, dressed, and virtually skipped
out of my domain, happy, arrogant and plotting my demise.

I cleaned up, dealt with the Jacuzzi, and took in my
surroundings. The only witnesses to my congress and conversation with Cassandra
were Dana Gorman and Hudson Lane, my voyeuristic adult female 'friends'.

Dana pulled me over as I walked passed her. Hudson Lane
had gone off to get some drinks.

"You and Gabrielle, ?"
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April 22 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 25
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Friends stand by you through the struggles your
enemies create

"You are depraved and despicable," Mhain
seethed.
"I get that a lot; now get out," I growled back,
"because I have a thousand other bitches who are, scratch that, 999 other
bitches, Doctor Kennedy is growing on me; the rest I'm not so sure about, who
are making my life miserable."
"Don't get your hopes up, Mr. Braxton," Doctor
Kennedy warned me. "I'm happily married."
"Cool," I responded. "I hope to be like that
one day."
"Happily married?" Virginia inquired.
"No; a female law professor at an all-girls
school," I grinned. "It sounds like a real cool job."
"Feel free to hit him," Dana interrupted. "I
swear that is the only way to get him to learn anything; or the only way we
will discuss at this moment." Ah, sex. I thought my life had gone on a bit
too long without the mention of sex. "It is also a fun form of stress
relief."
A painful blow rocked my shoulder and nearly sent me
sprawling.
"You are right," Gabrielle noted clinically.
"I feel better." Fuck, she hits hard. I look at her and try not to
get pissed off and say something stupid. She makes my life difficult but my existence
at FFU makes her life far too interesting as well. Whack! Someone hit me with a
briefcase.
"I have to agree," Doctor Kennedy confirmed.
"It has a therapeutic quality to it."
"Bloody hell," I blurt out.
"Everyone, please stop physically abusing Zane,"
Ms. Goodswell snapped. "He's a student, for Pete's sake. He's not subject
to corporal punishment."
"Virginia, have you ever punched or slapped Zane?"
Dana teased. "Give it a try before dismissing it out of hand."
"He likes spanking," Barbie Lynn beamed happiness
as she skipped by on her way to my/our bedroom. Technically, it is mine,
Vivian's, Barbie Lynn's, Rio's, and Mercy's, plus whoever is feeling lonely on
a given night. As for the spanking, I'm more of a giver than a receiver, but I
doubt explaining that right now would be appropriate.
"Uhmm, okay, I think that is my cue to leave,"
Virginia piped up.
"I have rounds to make," Gabrielle added.
"I'm going home to my family," Doctor Kennedy
headed out.
"I'm going to stay here, kick back, and watch some
Pay-per-view," Dana grinned.
"What are you going to watch?" Hudson inquired.
"BBC America has this show called Copper that I've been
meaning to catch," Dana informed her.
"Mind if I watch an episode with you?" Hudson
asked.
"Sure, knock yourself out. You can pick the second
show," Dana yawned. "It's only Zane's money after all." The rest
of my guests filed out and I retired to the showers and then to my room. The
day's stress revealed itself as the women curled into bed calmly and soon were
cuddled together, including the odd ones out.
On the far side we had the rather unusual appearance of
Valarie. Next to her was Rio, who had her arms wrapped around Mercy. Mercy was
snuggled against Barbie Lynn who held the middle spot. I was on my side,
face-to-face with Barbie Lynn. After a few minutes, Vivian came to bed, wedged
up against my back, and put an arm over me. I was in close proximity to several
beautiful women but as long as no one doused the room with an aphrodisiac, we'd
do just fine.
"Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered, "my vibrator
burned out this morning, and I'm terribly horny."
Oh, fuck!

Barbie Lynn gazing down at me, I'm not sure another guy
should ever see this because it could break one's heart to see it once and
never again. She's built a faint sheen of sweat on her body already and she's
looking at me with a definite Zen to fuck. My cock is cocooned deep inside her
rectum, rubbing inside as she rotates forward on her hips.
The distant, dreamy look in her eyes flashes to alertness as
she catches me looking at her; 'hi' she whispers. I nod and smile so she
inclines into me so that we can start kissing. She leads in with her tongue
along my lips. I touch the tip of her tongue with my own, snaking inside her mouth
before we are done. She starts murmuring, deepens our kiss, and begins rubbing
my nipples.
"Vivian?" Valarie says softly. She snuck around
the bed to settle behind my guardian.
"Yes?" Vivian replies. She is on her side watching
Barbie Lynn and I.
"I, umm, Valarie moans.
Out of the corner of my eye I catch it as Val's hand brushes
Vivian's hair off her neck and her lips start suckling on the exposed flesh.
Vivian closes her eyes briefly but doesn't move Valarie away.
"Oh, Baby," Barbie pants with barely an inch
separating our lips, "I know I say this often but I so love this. You tear
me up inside and I want it so bad all the time, it scares me."
"Vaginal sex with you scares me," I tease back.
"Will it be even better?" she draws in an even
deeper, breast flaunting breath.
"You never know, but you are so damn good at everything
else, I can't imagine you doing anything but haunting my dreams forever,"
I say, as I coax her movements with my hands on her hips, flanks, and thighs.
Barbie shows her appreciation by running her hand through my bangs and pushing
my hair back so that she can cover my forehead, eyes and nose with kisses.
"You like that romantic shit, don't you,
Mercy-slut?" Rio grumbles playfully from the other side.
"Yes," Mercy whispers. I know Rio well enough to
know that when a spiteful reply isn't immediately forthcoming, she's dusting
off (and unchaining) her Better Angel. Mercy is looking at Barbie Lynn and me,
her head facing sideways as she lies on her back. Rio crawls on top of Mercy,
prompting Mercy to open her legs, and locks her hands over her head to gaze
down on her.
"Your skin is so pure, your hair so black, and your
eyes so full of passion, it breaks my heart to look at you, My Little
Whore," Rio begins. She leans in and bites Mercy's earlobe, causing her
victim to moan and buck up slightly. "Mercy, you give and give, making me
so hot inside that I want to grab you and never let go."
"Really?" Mercy gasps. "I, "
"Don't get used to this," Rio growls with famished
sexual enticement. "But, well, I want you to know that I hope all our
children look just like you." Poor Rio was running out of material. It was
terribly uncomfortable for me to show her where to go. I ran my hands over
Barbie's body, which is an absolute torture I am forced to struggle through
repeatedly.
I start by massaging Barbie Lynn's tits, rotating three
fingers over the nipples before rolling up the whole meaty breast in my palms.
Barbie Lynn starts pushing back on my cock harder and grunting to the rhythm.
"Damn, Mercy," Rio teases, "I love these
titties." She accentuates by sucking the top third of one breast into her
mouth and twirling her tongue around it.
Vivian gives a visible shiver from her side of the bed;
Valarie has done something to her beneath the sheets to turn her on. In the
interim while I have been watching Rio and Mercy, Valarie has been working over
Vivian, temple to shoulder, with her lips. Now I see Vivian pulling up her left
(upper) leg until it is resting snugly against my upper ribs, giving someone
easier access to her snatch.
She's also put her left arm behind her back between herself
and Valarie. I'm starting to wonder if there is something in the air filters of
my place, some undiscovered aphrodisiac mold, fungi, or spores that turns nice,
virtuous girls into promiscuous bi-sexual vixens. To the best of my knowledge
and belief, neither Valarie nor Vivian had the slightest lesbian tendencies
before they started coming to my room.
I give Barbie Lynn's luscious orbs one final squeeze before
migrating my hold down to her ass, giving each cheek a double-slap. Barbie Lynn
exhales a huff of ecstatic relief as the impact travels through her. Rio smirks
and follows suit, her hand reaching between their thighs, prying Mercy's leg
up, up and up until Mercy's knee is nearly at her breast.
"Your body is the first female form that I've ever
lusted after," Rio murmurs as she rubs and pats Mercy's buttocks. "I
think I've always wanted you, to taste you on my tongue, your scent strong in
my mind and your sweet, sweet ass under my hand." Mercy brings one hand up
to stroke Rio's cheek as she gives a strangled sob. No matter how much Mercy
fears loving a woman, Rio can chisel that away and get her to love openly and
freely.
Barbie Lynn bounces up and slams down on me repeatedly as
she is coming to the end of her fuse.
"Zane, Zane, oh yeah," she pants. Vivian chooses
this moment to sneak her climax in on the rest of us. I am vaguely aware of her
biting her lip, rocking her hips under the sheets, and perspiration beginning
to bead on her lower lip.
"Holy God, Christ, and, my, hot damn, Val, ugh, Oh,
God!" Vivian squeals as Valarie vigorously whips her hand in a tight
pattern, cloaked from sight but obvious to the knowledgeable. Vivian's clit,
lips, and the gateway to her cunt are all supers-stimulated. Valarie cools her
down and holds her with enough strength to stop Vivian from rolling face-first
into the sheets.
"Jesus Loves Me!" Barbie Lynn screams one last
time. Her body bows, her breasts thrust forward and up, bouncing so deliciously
while her thighs tremble in climax. Her anal muscles rippling from sphincter
toward my cockhead are grinding me toward orgasm. Finally, she collapses
against me, still twitching and fighting for breath.
With my arms wrapped around her, I roll us over toward Mercy
and Rio, placing Barbie Lynn on her back. Barbie Lynn has her legs pulling back
before I can even move to push them back. While I had never fully pulled out, I
was nearly there. I shove my hips forward, forcing my cock back in hard,
causing Barbie Lynn to grunt, her mouth to gape open, nostril flaring, as her
eyes squeeze shut.
"Oh, hell, yeah," Barbie Lynn gasps, "hammer
me!"
"Oh, fuck," Valarie moans, "I am so
lonely." Vivian is still roaming her hands over Valarie's special place,
picking up the pace as she's inspired by Barbie Lynn's passion. Rio expresses
her perverse nature by going at Mercy slow while the rest of us are going
gangbusters.
"Here is my baby-smooth, tasty friend," Rio says
as she kisses Mercy's bald twat. Rio pushes her thighs apart, her leg muscles
taught while laying on the bed. Rio's restraint could only last so long. Every
lick became more insistent, every nibble elicited a greater yelp, and every
hip-thrust by Mercy into Rio's hungry mouth was more desperate.
Valarie gives off one long, cavernous growl, then screams in
between Vivian's shoulder blades.
"Damn," Vivian whispers, as a sympathetic orgasmic
shiver coasts through her body. I'm pushing up on my knuckles, Barbie Lynn's
legs between them as I rise up until my bulbous head is fixed in her sphincter;
then I slam down once more. She's rocking her hips up to maximize the depths I
reach as she cries out, again and again and again.
When I finally let go, I feel a volcano of lust,
frustration, and fulfillment exploding out all at once. Barbie Lynn's head
sways rapidly side to side as she comes unglued.
"Zane, Jesus loves me, Jesus Loves Me!" she howls
loud enough to shake the glass panels overhead. Those words ringing in my ears
are going to haunt me in whatever church I go to.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, Love, right there, feels so good,"
Mercy drags out with shallow breathes.
"Umm, Rio gurgles. Mercy has gotten quite wet and
visibly aroused. I'm sure Rio has worked a finger or two into the action and in
Mercy's ass. Mercy starts bouncing off the sheets as she hisses out the last of
her restraint.
"Mother-fucker-god-damn!" Mercy cries out. Rio
growls, slurps, and sucks up Mercy's cunt juice while lapping up and down her
slit.
"That's my baby," Rio's fluid-marked face looks up
from between Mercy's legs and smiles. "Was that good for you?" Rio
asks? Mercy nods dreamily. "Are you a happy little whore?" Rio
teases. Again, Mercy nods with pleasure. "Did you use the 'L' word,
Ass-fuck slut?" Rio hardens.
This time Mercy realizes her mistake and shudders. She
raises her head and looks into Rio's eyes.
"Yes. I'm sorry, Rio," Mercy mumbles.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, Bitch,"
Rio sneers. "Tomorrow morning you are going to get it coming and going,
all day long." I am actually aware of what that threat means.
"Okay," Vivian sighed, with more contentment than
annoyance, "we've all cum so let's try and get some sleep."
"I haven't gotten off yet," Rio chuckled. I knew
what I had to do before someone else volunteered my services.
"Come here, Rio." I smile to her and extend a
hand. "Let me get another taste of my best bro."
"I'll clean you up," Barbie Lynn grins up at me,
as she wiggles her body around my own so she's on top again. She slithers down
my torso, waggles my still mostly hard cock against her lips, then begins to
take it into her mouth. Barbie Lynn's tongue licks along my shaft as she
gobbles up more of my rod.
I expect Rio to come over but Mercy, following along and
lying on her belly, her head propped up on her hands and elbows as she watches
my blonde angel's skilled fellatio, is a bonus. Rio ends up near my pillow, one
hand on my chest and the other resting between Mercy's ass cheeks. Her fingers
are definitely sliding in and out of Mercy's cunt. If Mercy is a bit sore,
she's smart enough not to complain to her Mistress about it.
"What do you have in mind, Zane?" Rio catches my
gaze.
"I want your teeth tearing up the mattress with your
ass up in the air as I plow you through the headboard," I inform her. I
make a focus group assessment of the situation by slipping a finger into her
cunt, she's creaming already.
For Rio, the greater physicality of the sex, the better it
is for her. She'll let me have my foreplay and some good loving, but she goes
wild over the raw, brutal act of sex itself.
"I think you are ready to put that smile on her
face," Barbie Lynn taunts Rio as she informs me she's finished. "Come
with me," Barbie Lynn turns to Mercy. "My nipples need some
attention. Can you do that for me?"
After checking with Rio, Mercy gives a hungry look and lick
of the lips at Barbie Lynn. Barbie crawls over Mercy to land on her back on the
far side. Mercy twirls around and latches on to Barbie Lynn's left breast with
such rapidity, it momentarily causes my visage to blur.
"I want some of that," Valarie suddenly blurts
out.
She makes her own quick trek around Rio and me as we are
still positioning ourselves to come swooping down on Barbie Lynn's right side.
The right nipple disappears into our school biker girl's mouth with a decidedly
audible smacking of the lips. Val's hand starts to stroke the inside of Barbie
Lynn's thigh but Mercy's free hand reaches over and starts tweaking Valarie's
closest nipple. Yes, I definitely must check the air filters.
Rio resumes her sensually crawl my way and I give her a
beguiling look to lure her in. I'm on her in a flash once she's close enough
for me to make my move. She screeches like an alley cat but I've got a hand on
the back of her head and the other on her hip as I slam her face first into the
pillow.
"Bastard," she screams through the fabric, but
she's not following through with the anger.
"Give it up, Bitch," I snarl back. My cock slides
full-throttle all the way into her cunt on the first pass. Her cunt feels like
slick, melted butter as I bottom out in her hole. At the same time, I let up on
her head a bit.
"Oh, fucking-A," Rio gasps. "Did someone
sneak a gerbil up behind me or is it Needle-cock pretending he's a man?" I
give her another powerful slam. "Oh, fuck, stop that."
"What? Too much for the bitch whose had it all?" I
tease Rio.
"I swear, if I spit up, my ovaries," she chokes,
"we are, going to have, words."
"Words like I'm the best fuck you've ever had'?" I
taunt Rio between packing her cunt as full and deep as I can. She's squealing
and moaning yet thrusting back strongly against me all the way.
I move my hand off Rio's hip and take hold of a breast,
squeezing and torturing the nipple. She's snarling like a wounded tigress now.
She possesses no acceptance of defeat, no surrender to exhaustion, and no fear
of pain; in fact, what we are doing is a turn-on. I'm actually becoming beaten
up by all the impact of my hips against Rio's ass. Within ten minutes, her
fluids are all over her crotch and mine and she's actually starting to dribble
down her thighs and onto the mattress.
"Zane, don't forget she's your friend," Vivian
sounds worried.
"Shut, up," gasps Rio, violently and with passion.
This is what Rio craves right now, a brutal fucking, and she's not going to be
denied by Vivian's compassionate sensibilities. "Ah, fuck me, fuck me,
break me, you bastard," Rio pants. "Hammer me, Bitch!" she
screams, and that's all she can take. She has some sort of seizure, thrashing
and pulsating all over the place.
For the second time tonight I'm shooting my seed into a
woman; this time Rio's cunt. I plunder Rio's barely responsive form for several
more savage thrusts until I'm spent, collapsing with my full mass on top of
her, which is not my normal form but I want Rio to feel warm and encompassed by
me at this moment.
I make sure that some of my weight is taken onto my knees
and elbows so I don't suffocate my crazy best friend.
"Zane," Rio pants a half-minute later, "that
vice-like bump you were feeling with that horse-cock of yours, "
"Yes?" I respond softly. I pull her hair out of
her face as she turns it to the side so she can speak clearly.
"That was my cervix, dumbass," she giggles.
"Next time I want my uterus scrubbed, I'll call a fucking
gynecologist."
"Hardy-har-har," I chuckle. "Doing it with a
Princess Barbie Pony Action Figure doesn't qualify as bestiality, you bimbo,
and it certainly doesn't give you horse-cock experience."
"Rio, you are kind of gross," Vivian chastises my
buddy.
"Thank you," Rio pants, "I knew you
cared."
"Behave, Rio, and next time it's going up your
ass," I murmur into Rio's ear.
"Oh, that's just cold, Bro," Rio pouts as she
wiggles her tight ass against my semi-flaccid cock.
"A person uses the threat of denying anal sex to a girl
as a means of enforcing polite behavior," Vivian ponders as she flops on
her back and stares up at the stars through the glass ceiling. "Worse, it
makes sense to me. What has happened to my life?"
"Rio, are you okay?" Mercy whispered.
Rio turns her head the other way to address her lover:
"My cunt is numb, my hips feel dislocated, I'll be pulling pillow fiber
out of my teeth for a week, and I think he bruised a nipple, I feel fucking
awesome."
"I'd ask Zane to do it to me again but I know Vivian
would choke me out," Rio snickers. "I know what I am going to do,
though: In the morning I'm going to have Zane pounding your ass as hard as he
fucked me right now so I can hear you cry and scream."
"Um, okay," Mercy answered, trying not to sound
too anxious.
"Damn," Valarie
1 hr 10 min
April 22 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 24
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 24
Eve of the New Order
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
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Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned
leadership is a burden
"Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach
you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in
denial.
"So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began
energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from
the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body,
cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the
moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I
had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within
inches of Vivian's face.
Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her
skull against the headboard of the bed.
"Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly
not kissing you with Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted.
Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it'
and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once.
She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with
uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie
Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder,
and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported
one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits.
Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn
and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be
remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was
really close to doing as promised.
"Please don't," Vivian asked softly.
Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead
to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last.
"Wait, don't!" Rio cried out. She switched
direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually
kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue.
When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back
to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing
Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands
and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients, not
my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to
crucify me, upside down.
Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds,
keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's
mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back.
"You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy.
"Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?"
"Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it
very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus
from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the
waist and kissed her once more.
"Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am
going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it
right, at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy.
"If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed.
"Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to
return to the room.
"Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged
Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every
night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all.
"The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm
going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining
Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word."
"How is that going to work?" Rio snickered.
"I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable
thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her
a lopsided grin.
"Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured,
"but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs."
We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded
us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a
mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard.
The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.

It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm
toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers
received them if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged
to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.

"So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What
tribe are you part of?"

"My tribe's called the Mediator tribe," I
responded. "What lame-ass name does your tribe have?" Iona blinked at
me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.

"Mercy and I are in 17," Rio sneered. "Why
did your group merit a name and ours didn't?"

"Because Zane doesn't have a tribe," Iona
figured. "He is not of the mediator tribe; he's a mediator. The real
question is, how many mediators are there and what is their
responsibility?"

"I'm in tribe three," Vivian volunteered.
"I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it." The
conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls
trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a
kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were
placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.

The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all
of the freshmen from Handmaiden's Duty but they snapped us up heading for
Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me
a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more
risqu my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine
supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes
from.

Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form
of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I
didn't find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina's group had
been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder
because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the
stage.

My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the
stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.

"Hi, Teach. I can't seem to find my groups/tribe's
area," I said pleasantly. "Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me
what's going on?"

"Zane, your seat is right over there," she
said, pointing to a chair on the front row, aisle seat. She smiled sadly.
"All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust
you." Oh crap, that didn't sound good. Sitting on the front row, the
region normally reserved for seniors, was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic
boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.

Chancellor Bazz came to the podium and led us through the
first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and
resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She
introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm
wasn't muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.

"Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship
University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and
blessed experiment," Vice Chancellor Doctor Victoria Scarlett began. Her
plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and
whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure
we'd discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on
it when the CSI's were finally brought in.

The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes
of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused
on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe
would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well.
Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator, yes, that was in the
singular, as in one: me.

At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting
Scarlett in the heart, and crying 'Sic semper tyrannis' was appropriate. I
didn't have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn't deserve death for what she
was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she
was making me be the 'Man' of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.

As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am
considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I'm an eighteen-year-old
boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience,
oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Doctor
Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.

Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a
sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young
ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.

"You will be informed of the location of your first
meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to
create the foundations of your group," Doctor Scarlett informed us.

"Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the
Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton." Victoria
looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called
out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on
this campus.

"Eight o'clock tonight?" I questioned. "I
don't know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have
scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of
NCIs: Los Angeles at nine."

"How about they promise to keep the noise level
down?" Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.

"Very well, Doctor Scarlett, if you personally guarantee
their behavior, I'm okay with them using my room," I allowed. I couldn't
provoke Scarlett and I couldn't embarrass her, so I was back to facing her
rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down.
Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through
the last of the service.

I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my
Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with
me first, both giving me a curious look.

"Bro," Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us,
"we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you
are going to get. Nice banter with ol' Scarlett too."

"Yes," Christina said sarcastically,
"being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the
first time, it definitely needed repeating." Her criticism really sucked
because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.

"What's your plan?" Chastity prodded me. She
was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope,
Faith, and Heaven showed up.

"They split us up," growled Heaven. "Do
something, Zane."

"He just found out about this," Iona responded
before I could. "Give it time and combined, we will come up with a
solution together." I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I
blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona's lips caught everyone off-guard.

"Freaking brilliant!" I complimented her gaily,
giddy with glee. I didn't have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to
propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving
past me on her way to class.

"Hey, Theresa," I called out. "What are
you having me do today?" She looked a bit shocked.

"Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for
Handmaiden's Duty," she informed me.

"Oh, He, ck no," I choked out. "Who
says?"

"The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the
tradition," she stated sadly. I wasn't going to stand for this. Victoria
was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.

"Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the
ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself
as part of the Handmaiden's duty until, over half of the tribal leaders
petition that I do otherwise," I announced.

"By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with
an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?" Iona
regarded me quizzically.

"Zane," Chastity worried, "are you sure
you have the authority?"

"Of course he has the authority," Rio declared.
"He's the freaking mediator." Sometimes I would really like to get a
word in before the conversation runs away from me.

I swatted Iona on the ass, she squawked.

"Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why
not see how far Scarlett is willing to go," I replied. The look Christina
gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an
intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last
time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.

"I want you to break into Gabrielle's place," I
whispered in her ear, "wait for her to come get you, and tell her this:
There is no Cordelia Dresden."

"Back off, Joker," Rio punched me. Rio trusted
me not to put her in harm's way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that
Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.

She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption
was, if Cordelia didn't know what we were up to, she couldn't figure out a way
to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at
FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn't exist before
she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the
inventor was.

Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and
social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them
anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I
will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii,
which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was
hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for
despoiling virgins, simple shit.

"Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the
concubines of King Solomon with me," Theresa said, as she passed me her
backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our
way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I
entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her
desk before the lesson began.

"Zane," she informed me softly, "none of
the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only
suggestions. Only Doctor Jennings may truly compel you to do anything."

This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me
back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never
considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in
having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell
about my decision concerning my Handmaiden's Duty to get her input, then
compelled her to treat me as any other student, because apparently, I'm in
charge of students now.

"There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers,
but there are very few old, bold soldiers," she reminded me. "Never
forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone."

"I could always use a picture of you in a white,
low-cut bikini to inspire me," I hinted.

"Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the
mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes," she
smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.

Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English
class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow, right up until Paige
snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the
alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses, backwards. As if there was any
doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.

"Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!"
screeched Rio on seeing me. "We all must genuflect, that's kneel down
until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches, until the Mediator
passes." The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls
started doing just that.

"Hold on," I held up my hands for attention,
"Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days
of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter."

Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I
wouldn't be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year
and I'd worry about that then. For now:

"Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please
carry Rio to her next class, by the legs and arms," I instructed
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April 22 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 23
To be continued in part 23, By FinalStand for Literotica.
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 23
Zane Spars with the minds of the Faculty
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"You are quite the James T. Kirk in this Undiscovered
Country of Freedom Fellowship University," Doctor Scarlett eventually
spoke up. I didn't know who that was but I had a feeling it wasn't a modern
Christian author.
"Who?" I asked. Doctor Scarlett blinked.
"James T. Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise,
from Star Trek," she seemed confused that I didn't know who this guy was.
"Wait, you mean that bald guy? I thought he was named
something else," I wondered.
"That's Jean Luc Picard, who was the captain in the
second series called Star Trek: The Next Generation," she corrected me. It
was somewhat amazing to me that the Vice Chancellor was a science fiction buff.
Who knew?
"Oh, wait, you mean that guy that Chris Pine
plays?" I thought I figured it out. "Thank you; he is kind of
hot."
"No," she corrected, "that is the new series
of movies, but it is the same character." I nodded as the pieces slowly
came together.
"Ah, the Green Orion Slave Girl," I finally clued
in, "and that black babe who later showed up on Heroes." Sensing
Doctor Scarlett's exasperation I added, "I remember ladies better than I
do men."
"Obviously," she noted. "I did not call you
to my office to discuss trivia, Mr. Braxton, "
"Please, call me Zane," I interrupted then,
"and I apologize for interrupting. May I call you Victoria?"
"Doctor Scarlett will do," she shook her head.
"As I was saying, I asked you here to discuss your integration into this
school so that we can avoid some of the problems experienced in the past."
I looked at her; she looked back, expecting me to say
something, but I didn't.
"As the sole eligible male on campus, what do you see
as your role here?" she pressed on.
"Uhmm, Doctor Scarlett, I am a student here, that is my
role. Are you implying that I'm looking for something special because I am a
guy?" I questioned.
"Mr. Braxton, Zane, you are a guy, you have remodeled
your personal quarters into a bordello, and there is evidence of you having
sexual relations with multiple female students," she responded. "How
is that not 'something special'?"
"The administration stuck me in the attic, then told me
I could set up my room any way I saw fit," I clarified. "The vast
majority of my room is set aside for my fellow freshmen to have a place to
unwind and relax."
"I've never violated any girl's Purity Pledge, though a
few have reconsidered it after meeting me," I admitted. "I've been in
a few fights, I'm not proud of that. I did as much as I could do to resist
Chancellor Bazz, I am proud of that. What she was doing was ten shades of wrong
and I don't run away from a righteous fight."
"Zane, I am not condemning you for defending the women
in your life, nor for having a healthy libido," Doctor Scarlett stunned me
with a lack of blame being tossed my way. I worked that over in my mind until I
figured out what was going on.
"So, do you have any recommendations on what I could do
differently to fit in?" I inquired.
The problem was, this wasn't about me fitting in. She wasn't
lauding my sexuality and she was trying to throw me off-center by the little
annoying phone call game, followed by this sympathetic interpretation of my
school life to date. I knew she wanted to manipulate me but I didn't know why.
I had to get her to tip me her hand so I could figure out what the game was.
"Are you familiar with the concept of Christian Female
Tribalism?" Scarlett opened.
"I get the feeling it has something to do with the six
framed articles from non-Christian magazines hanging on your wall," I
noted. "Also, you are clearly the darling of the Christian media," I
added, as I tallied up the dozen other articles attesting to her fame.
"I haven't dedicated my life's work for the sake of
popularity," Doctor Scarlett smiled (sure, right). "I am looking into
the relationship between Jesus Christ's teachings, men and women. My research
has led me to believe that women exist in a more spiritually pure form when
solely in the company of other women."
"Where do men fit into this picture?" I
questioned.
"Men provide the ultimate guidance, of course, as well
as their roles in procreation and raising male children past the age of
eleven," Doctor Scarlett related. "Women are happiest and most
effective when they form their own networks and hierarchies."
"You don't date much, do you?" I had to ask.
"Mr. Braxton, I have lived a chaste life in pursuit of
my studies," she answered.
"Outside of your father, Victoria, have you ever lived
under a man's guidance?" I wondered. It was a calculated move to use her
Christian name.
"It is Ms. Scarlett, Zane, and I have relied on a
variety of pastors for spiritual guidance over the years," she stated.
"Okay," I stood up, "we have nothing to
discuss then." She didn't yell at me as I headed for the door.
"You've never been in love and I can tell you have a poor estimation of
romance."
"You would be incorrect, Zane; I have been in love but
I chose purity over sinfulness," she countered.
"My faith is based on God being love, without
reservation, restriction, or guilt. I know exactly where you are coming
from," I said with my hand on the doorknob as I looked over my shoulder.
"You are seeking validation for the mistakes you've
made over your lifespan and you are willing to sacrifice the young ladies at
the school." I was getting angry.
"I was hoping for something better but it seems like a
different conductor but the same old music, Doc."
"That is not so," Doctor Scarlett stayed calm.
"I am not attempting to drive you or any other student off campus. I am
not your enemy."
"That is simple enough to resolve," I nodded.
"What is your perfect women's society view and response to
promiscuity?"
"Lust is a sin; women should resist sin as vigorously
as men," she countered.
"The seven deadly sins are Catholic, not the words of
Jesus," I grinned. "In fact, the first list wasn't even created until
the 4th century after Christ."
"That does not make them any less valid," Doctor
Scarlett offered.
"What is the cut-off date for Bible legitimacy?" I
turned and faced her. "1000 Ace? Today, here, and now? Who is to say I
can't create new scripture, then?"
"I apologize, Zane," she mused, "but you
hardly seem to be someone touched by the hand of God with a gift of
prophecy."
"Do I have to lay on hands to prove it?" I beamed.
I had finally been able to interject sexual innuendo into the conversation. She
didn't respond like a damn normal person, no. Doctor Scarlett stood up, walked
around her desk and came to a stop barely a foot from me. I am not so easily
deterred.
I leaned into the doctor until my nose was at the crux of
her neck and shoulder. I used my cheek to push her hair aside and sniff my way
up to her ear. She was really ironclad in her control of her passions. I
trailed my nose up to her eyebrow ridge, circled over the forehead, down past
the other eye, and over to her lips. We didn't kiss but I did get what I
wanted.
"How about I call you Victoria when we are alone?"
I tested her.
"No; call me Ms./Dr./Vice-Chancellor Scarlett,"
she corrected. "You are my student."
"Cool," I shrugged. "Is there anything more
for us to discuss?"
"I would like to discuss my plans for this school and
the role I think you can take on," Scarlett persisted.
"We've had that discussion, I chose a messy democracy
over any sweet-smelling dictatorial existence," I declared. "Your
belief system stands for the denial of self-determination."
"It does not, Zane. If anything, it gives women more
power over their lives," she explained.
"But the basis for your system retains men in charge,
with the added 'benefit' of women being more removed from the critical
decision-making processes," I replied patiently.
"Don't you enjoy being in charge of so many women here
at FFU, Zane? You have certainly convinced dozens of women to do what you want,
even to their own detriment," Doctor Scarlett drove her point home. I
laughed; I couldn't help myself.
"I might enjoy being in charge if any of the women
would give me the opportunity, Victoria. Honestly, I allow the women here to
safely experiment with their sexually," I explained. "Thing is, I
really don't mind because I help these ladies become more comfortable in their
skins, with their desires, and allow them to share things they have discovered
about themselves. If I was with only one woman, what peer could she talk to?
You've put your blinders on to the fact that women want to examine those urges
they all have," I proposed.
"They don't surrender to lust; they acknowledge it,
explore those frontiers, and then decide how to use that knowledge," I
continued. "Most of the women in my life here don't lose their virginity.
I think by challenging their Purity Pledge, they become stronger in their
convictions. I'm not taking any choice from them; they are exercising their own
will concerning their bodies."
"If you deny the male role in the Christian relationship,
doesn't that emasculate you?" Victoria asked, and I noticed she didn't
chastise me for using her first name this time.
"I'm not going to fall into the trap of mistaking
sexual activity for true masculine activity," I headed her off. "I
would like to think I mediate disputes, help with our studies, and protect them
physically if needed. I don't like to fight, but I will fight to defend my
ladies. So no, I don't feel less of a man because I listen to, occasionally
obey, and always try to respect women."
"I see your point, Zane, and I will give it some
consideration," Doctor Scarlett lied to me.
"Oh, wow, that condescension was unwarranted,
Doc," I shook my head. "You would never accept that I could be the
man who would alter your lifelong path. You have an unrealistic expectation of
what that man would be like but it allows you to pursue your goal without male
guidance and still be a good Christian woman."
"So now you think I am a hypocrite?" She gave a
patient smile.
"Nope. I think you believe the theory you are selling,
Vic. You are clever, attractive, but somewhat annoyed that your looks give your
ideas less credence though you still use your looks when needed. You are
manipulative because you are sincere and you want to keep the argument based on
rational discourse, not passion."
"That would make you my opposite," she observed.
"You embrace your gut instincts and allow your emotions to override what
you think is the safe course of action. It is a pity you perceive me to be your
enemy; I thought we could do great things together."
"You are the enemy, but you are not the bad guy; I
respect those who have faith, even if it is faith in something I don't agree
with," I pointed out.
"You believe women are better off without male
interference in their lives. I believe there is nothing better in Creation than
a man and woman in harmony with one another," I stated.
"Don't you believe in safeguarding these young ladies'
souls?" Victoria pressed on.
"If the ladies were children I could understand your
interference," I countered, "but they are adults, capable of making
adult decisions, and you do them a disservice by stealing their destinies from
them."
"You see yourself as a better alternative?" she
remained serenely calm, that's so hot.
"Lady, my life is a mess," I grinned. "I have
a hard time figuring out what I'm going to do much less what I should tell
someone else to do."
"But you are making the decision that my solution is
the wrong one. How do you justify that?" she countered my grin with a
smile of her own.
"Just because I don't have the right answer doesn't
mean I don't recognize the wrong one when I see it," I reposted. "As
I said earlier, we have nothing to discuss."
"Very well," she allowed, "but please tell me
what the whole sniffing thing was about."
"It was more than sniffing, Doctor Scarlett. I was
looking for your pulse reaction, sweat, what kind of perfume and body soap you
use, as well as facial tics and eye dilation."
"That is certainly odd," she pointed out.
"Well, it tells me you are a mid-thirties virgin who
likes feminine things. Your skirt is finely woven wool, your shirt is silk, and
your cross is 24 K, as is the necklace, with a real ruby inset. Your bra is a
black half-cup, which is very nice if you are wearing a white shirt. Lastly,
you are wearing stockings, not pantyhose."
"Since neither you nor Ms. Reveal is a lesbian, you are
wearing these clothes for your own enjoyment because you are not interested in
any man right now," I told her. "You are still holding out for your
Mystery Man which is oddly romantic for someone who denies romance."
"Ms. Buchanan was right," Scarlett laughed softly.
"You would be interesting to deal with."
Right as I made ready to ask her what exactly Christina
said, my stomach began rumbling.
"I'm off to lunch unless you need me for anything right
now," I sighed. Victoria turned me around and directed me out the door.
Rio, Mercy and Vivian were waiting for me. It rapidly became clear that Rio was
Doctor Scarlett's next appointment.
"Ms. Reveal," I inquired of Doctor Scarlett's
assistant who glared in response. "I'm heading off to the dining hall, and
since I doubt you've been able to grab a bite to eat, do you want me to pick up
something for you and the doctor?" I doubted that was what she expected.
She typed away at her keyboard for a few second, checking out today's menu.
"Mr. Braxton, could you get me the Caesar Salad and
Doctor Scarlett the trout?" she said.
"Zane," Rio snickered softly, "how far did
you get? I'd hate to have to sex her up all over again when I can go straight
for the main dish."
"Smooth, Bro," I groaned while Marisol looked like
she was going to staple Rio's ear to the desk.
"The Doctor and I talked and that is all," I
cautioned Rio. "I suggest you do the same and keep it simple." Rio
snorted and followed Doctor Scarlett into her office. Before she dropped out of
sight, Rio half-turned, pointed at Victoria's ass, and mouthed 'Wow' and made
out the hourglass curves. She was really subtle; only Mercy, Vivian, Marisol
and I saw it, which meant all of us.
"Mercy, are you going to be okay?" I inquired once
the door shut and Mercy had sat down on the bench outside the office.
"I need to stay for Rio," Mercy sighed.
"Vivian, can you wait for Rio while Mercy and I take a
walk?" I asked my guardian.
"Absolutely, Zane," Vivian nodded. She took a seat
while Mercy followed me wordlessly out the door.
"You don't have to do this, Zane," Mercy spoke up
after a while.
"Own up to all you do, Mercy," I replied,
"and by that, I mean I brought you and Rio into a collision course so I am
as responsible for your happiness as I am for Rio's."
"I, umm, thank you," Mercy worked out the words.
"Rio can be too much to handle at times."
"Yes," I wrapped a very inappropriate arm around
her shoulder, "she can be, but I feel she's worth putting up with the bull
crap. Don't be discouraged by her fooling around with other women, or men; Rio
is far more loyal than people give her credit for. She may do things to piss
you off, that's a given, but she wants to be with you. In fact, who do you
believe she was thinking of when she bought that ass plug?"
"You?" she meekly mocked me.
"Ha, ha, ha," I chuckled. "That is the reason
I don't sleep on my stomach these days, Mercy. She plays rough. She loves rough
too, so I feel it is an adequate trade-off. If you want to snuggle with someone
else from time to time, you are welcome on my pillow any night."
"Zane, do you think I'm a lesbian? What I am trying to
say is, I think I may be a lesbian but I'm not sure," Mercy confided in
me.
"It doesn't matter what I think but in my experience,
you are bi-sexual, not a dedicated lesbian. That could mean that you like
relationships with girls but the occasional fling with a guy," I said.
"You have had sex with me and I know you enjoyed it.
You are not in an environment that allows many men so now that you are coming
into your sexuality, you are confronted by women. Sexual orientation is one
thing; sexual preference is another," I went on to say, "At Spring
Break we should put your ideas to the test. Until then, don't worry too much
about it."
"Not being a virgin would be horrible enough,"
Mercy related. "If my parents thought I was homosexual, they would die, or
kill me."
"Mercy, do you think what you are doing is
sinful?" I questioned. Mercy had to think about that for a while. We
gathered up three trays and made our way back to the Vice Chancellor's office.
"Yes, yes, I do, Zane," Mercy muttered. "I am
afraid I'm going to Hell."
"Mercy, you are not going to hell, at least not for
what you've been doing the past few weeks," I comforted her. "Think
about the good you've done for Rio."
"I am still steeped in perversions," she moped.
"Trust me on this; the battle between Heaven and Hell
will not be decided by the playful use of a dildo, ass plug, or vibrator,"
I whispered into her ear. Mercy rewarded me with a wicked little smile.
"What matters is the happiness you bring, the trust you earn, and the
powerless you protect. Don't knock yourself out because you too are feeling
pleasure."
Mercy stopped walking which brought me up short. She worried
her lower lip as she worked some things out in her head.
"Do you think I'm really Rio's best hope at
salvation?" she asked softly.
"You more than anyone else," I responded. I could
see a weight lifting off her shoulders.
"Thank you, Zane," she smiled at me. We entered
the Administration building and headed for the Vice-Chancellor's office.
"I'm going to have to tell Rio about his
conversation," I told her. Mercy looked uncertain. "Someone deserves
a spanking, don't you think?" That wonderful little lusty smile crept onto
her lips once more.
More Monday Mornings

Doing
the correct thing is good; doing right and confounding your enemies at the same
time is golden.

Blow & Arrow
"You are getting better, Zane," Molly Travers told
me after my rotation to the shooting line.
"If you say so," I shrugged. "I've yet to hit
the rings twice in a row."
"But you are hitting the target every time," she
pointed out.
"Great," I chuckled, "if I ever get attacked
by a rhino or a barn door, I'll do fine."
"If it is a big barn door, a really big barn
door," she snickered in sympathy. "So, uhmm, what
1 hr 7 min
April 22 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 22
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 22
Belle, Paige, Hope, & Madness
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To understand why Hope was currently so meek (for her) and
attentive, you had to understand that her Father was a stern warrior-patriarch
of a very proud and mostly traditional Korean family. At home, she was the
dutiful eldest daughter in a family with no sons; here at FFU, she was aloof
and deadly, except around Christina and company, where she got to be a
relatively normal American girl in her early twenties.
Hope's only experience with men was with her Father, who was
rumored to have killed any male who looked at her sexually, or expected her to
kill the ones he missed. At FFU there were no guys at all for her to form
relationships with, until I arrived. It wasn't a Daddy-issue thing, Hope didn't
charge off into the great unknown; she became a good student and learned,
patiently and confidently.
I would have time later to marvel at my brilliance; at the
moment, Hope planting small kisses across my abs and chest as my shirt came up
was beyond pulse searing. She didn't know stimulation so much as she understood
how a body worked. She also was coolly efficient in easing my shirt over my
head and off my arms.
She used a strong, steadying maneuver to take each shoe and sock
off before she removed my pants and underwear together. When she finished, she
was left kneeling in front of me, my cock bobbing an inch or two from her lips.
She stared at it. I cupped a hand over each ear and guided her lips to my
blood-engorged head.
I had no intention of ramming it down her throat; her
parting of the lips was enough. It was on her own initiative that she licked
off the pre-cum starting to appear along the slit. Her lips took in the top of
the head and I stopped the pressure on her head. Hope quickly took over,
leaning forward, taking in the whole head, retiring before bobbing back and
letting her lips pass over the head to the start of the shaft.
I let her figure out by using her mouth and wrapping my cock
up with one hand what felt good to me. She was growing in confidence by leap
and bounds but I was still in charge. I touched each shoulder and she looked up
(pretty damn sexy with her cheeks dimpling in as she sucked my cock).
"Stand up and take off your clothes," I
instructed. I held her hand as she stood. Hope's removal of her clothing was no
striptease, although it did have a certain military grace to it, physically
perfect and fearless. Four times I had to stop myself from stepping up and
ravish her as her body's muscles rippled under her smooth, ochre skin and her
breasts swung loose, perfectly round and excited.
"On the bed," I instructed. Hope turned presenting
her taut athletic ass to me, each cheek rolling in tandem with each stride. She
moved to pull back the covers but I stopped her with a word.
"No," I corrected her. "I want you above the
covers." Hope smoothly altered her motion so that she crawled on all fours
onto the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me, deliciously presented, before
rolling onto her back.
I approached her on my hands and knees from the foot of my
sleeping platform and languidly stalked up her body until I stopped and kissed
her at the joining of the thigh to the torso. Hope remained attentive and
quiet, watching me plant kisses on each side of her pubic triangle without
touching it.
As I worked my way up to her diaphragm, Hope raised her left
leg, bent at the knee, foot resting next to her other knee. I gave a quick
smile; Hope was relaxed and enjoying the moment, which is pretty special for a
first-timer. I let my lips nibble along the bottom rib until I took a nip out
of her waist and made her giggle.
Hope shifted away as she brought the back of her hand up to
stifle her snickers. I let her go. I wanted to give her a wide range of
sensations to sample. Had I done this with any of the other women I'd taken to
bed? No, but no two women are alike. The only person Hope compared herself to
was Hope and I gave her that level of respect.
I laid a path of licks and lip suction up her sternum to her
far (left) breast. I circled the areola with my tongue, making sure to rub the
nipple with my upper or lower lip as I made my circuit. Hope made this cute
little coughing noise but otherwise remained still. Her nipple twirled around
my tongue before I engulfed it with my mouth and started a strong steady
suction that I accentuated by pulling my head up with her nipple extended by
the upward maneuver.
This earned me a twitching in her hips. Her raised leg began
to flop back and forth to the side while the right leg pressed against me and
opened up her crotch for exploration. I took the offer and ran my right hand
along her inner thigh above the knee to her plump, moist cunt lips. On the
first trip I pushed a finger in up to the first knuckle.
I drew some of her juices down along her other inner thigh
until I made a circle under her knee. She shivered slightly as I did so. I
zigzagged on the return trip, this time running a finger from the perineum,
dipping in to her cunt and making a quick twirl right beneath the clit. Two
desperate breaths escaped past Hope's clenched teeth.
Hope's orgasm was close, closer than she realized. I moved
my lips from her breast to her ear once more. I also subjected her cunt to the
energies of another finger. I made slow, shallow strokes directed at parting
the labia around her now rather impressive clitoris, twisting it and squeezing
it between my fingers. (Strong fingers are something you work on in
Marksmanship btw.)
When Hope's arms snaked up and wrapped me tightly to her, I
knew she was on the home stretch.
"I am going to take you now," I whispered in her
ear. The thrill and confusion of my intentions tore her apart inside.
She wanted to learn and obey but she also wanted to maintain
her virginity, and the two ideas collided like twin locomotives. Remember, sex
is in the mind and Hope's thoughts were on fire. I bit down on her earlobe at
the same time I grappled with her right tit and gave several quick sharp spanks
to her quim.
"Zane!" she started out with a hiss but boiled
into a thunderous shout. Her thighs clamped onto my fingers and she drove (no,
she didn't claw, she impaled) her fingers into me like nails. The temporary
deafness in my right ear was its own reward. I kissed her, running my tongue
along the top and back of her teeth while her body shook and shivered.
When the last of the tremors subsided I released her and
pushed up with my arms, keeping my elbows half bent.
"Zane, I'm sorry. I've hurt you," Hope sounded
worried that her fingernails had blood on them. The pain was nothing compared
to the humiliation I'd go through in the showers tomorrow. Rio took perverse
glee crowing over every new sexual scar I accumulated.
"Hush now; on your knees facing me," I commanded.
This time Hope gave a barely noticeable blink before
complying. She sat there attentively, her ass resting on her heels and her
palms on her thighs looking smoking hot with damp thighs and perky nipples. I
shifted up the bed, keeping to my side until I was properly positioned. I then
reached for the back of Hope's head and confidently directed her toward my cock
once more.
Hope picked up right where she'd left off; slurping my head
like a lollipop. Hope didn't get overly ambitious. She sucked me in, rolled my
head around her mouth using her tongue with the occasional sojourn an inch or
two down my shaft. Being at loose ends since Hope was drooling all over my rod
so well, I reached out and began fondling her closest breast.
This time I was rough, milking her breast, gripping the base
of the breast and pulling down until I pulled the nipple. No response from Hope
wasn't a bad thing; if she didn't like it she'd let me know. A few more
pleasurable minutes with Hope and I sat up and put my other hand on the small
of her back (I have really good abdominal muscles).
I brushed my hand knife-like and pinkie first down between
her ass cheeks. I brushed her anus but only briefly because my target was her
cunt once more. She was hot, wet, and welcoming. I worked two fingers in and
pumped her as hard as I dared. When I had her rocking her hips in response to
my thrusts, I jumped my fingers down and vibrantly worked over her clit.
Hope choked and little shimmies emanated from her hips.
Again, I switched things up on her; I moved my hand up and rotated my
forefinger against her anus until it gave way. Hope made a slight gagging noise
but recovered masterfully and upped the tempo of her blowjob.
"Come this way," I directed her by pulling her
right buttocks to me.
Hope wiggled from the waist slightly so she could look down
the length of my body into my eyes. I repeated my hand motion, her eyes flashed
with pleasure and she quickly straddled my body. Now her cunt was nearly at
mouth level (Hope's pretty tall) while her blowjob continued non-stop in our
'69'. I gripped a buttock in each hand, pulled them apart and then lifted my
head to her honey box.
With my first lick, Hope's resolve began to fracture. I
would grove my tongue, move her hips over me and then lick from her clit to the
bottom of her cunt. I massaged her several times before resting my head and
alternating my fingers in. When my tongue lapped at her creases once more, I
trailed a finger up to her anus, no reaction.
I tickled her backside for half a minute, then substituted
my tongue. I probed delicately and Hope stuttered in response. I went back to
twirling her clit while pushing my index finger through her sphincter. Her oral
attentions finally broke down. She let my cock plop out of her mouth and rested
her forehead on my hip while the overwhelming sensations crashed over her
senses.
I felt the tightness of her anal cavity around my finger and
her cunt throbbing against my tongue. I pushed deeper with my finger and her
juices started flowing as Hope became more and more aroused. Valiantly, she stepped
up her game, kissing and sucking one of my balls into her mouth. I moaned,
which made her very happy.
Hope's clit played along my lips as I took it in and sucked
on it. She was rubbing my cock shaft as she tantalized my balls when she felt
it start to pulse in her hand. My cockhead was engulfed by her lips and she
remorselessly gobbling up the top third of my cock with the addition of a
little twisting motion with her head and throat.
"I'm cumming," I growled. "Take it all but
don't swallow until I tell you to." Hope drove me on faster and harder and
I reciprocated on her two holes. When I took on her clit once more, it wasn't
in the form of a monster wave crashing on the beach but like a building tsunami
pulling the energy before pummeling in one overwhelming surge. I poked a second
finger into her anus to drive her over the top.
Hope's back arched violently and a thin stream of fluid
squirted into my mouth. She humped my face and squeezed my fingers in her
asshole in a corkscrew fashion.
"Zane!" she belted out musically. "Oh, God,
that's great, umm, oh, yes, don't stop." My member slapped against my
stomach and my balls were starting to boil and I couldn't hold back for long.
Several more flexes and grunts came from Hope before she
settled down enough for me to get her to do what I wanted.
"Hope, I'm cumming," I ground out once more and
just in time. Hope barely got my shaft upright and her lips over my head before
I began ejaculating into her mouth.
She breathed sharply through her nose but didn't choke or
spew. Time after time she took my seed until I mustered the strength to let her
know I was done. Hope dismounted me and resumed her kneeling position supported
by unsteady thighs. I was a little slower in following her though her eyes
sparkled when I looked into their brown depths.
"Show me," I told her. Hope opened her mouth and I
saw my semen brimmed inside. I kissed her lower lip along its entire length
then did the same to her upper. I didn't take any of my jizz this time, that
would came another time. For now,
"Swallow," I spoke, and she did in a mighty gulp.
I pulled her into me and led us down onto the comforter, Hope resting in my
embrace.
I soaked up the gentle passion of the moment with Hope in my
arms. When she started kissing me on the neck I realized that was her way of
asking for more. I twisted my body and pulled Hope past me so she could extend
herself onto her hands and knees with me at her side. She lowered herself,
letting her long, luxurious black hair cascade over her far shoulder.
My hands roamed over the back of her neck and shoulders
while I kissed her mid and lower back. I shifted from her side, ending up
behind her. I gave a slight nudge to her calf to get Hope to open her legs wide
and let me position my hips behind her. I gave my rod a few strokes to get it
ready but really the visual tableau of the tightly sculpted muscles of her
shoulders, back, hips, and buttocks made the physical stimulation superfluous
for me.
Keeping my eyes on Hope, I leaned way back and rummaged
under the rolled-up blanket at the foot of the bed. The heating pad I'd asked
Barbie Lynn to place there made finding the vial of viscous scented oil that
was being warmed up easy. I was pleasantly assured of my feel for Hope to
notice she hadn't looked back to see what I was up to. That took a great deal
of confidence and trust.
The serenity with which Hope greeted the thin stream of
liquid as it steamed while flowing from her tailbone into her cleft was
intensely arousing to my sight. I set down the container and began rubbing the
oil in. First I started around the anus but I soon moved over each cheek,
massaging them as well. When I coasted down to her inner thighs Hope figured
out what was really going on and I could swear I heard a phantom cough of
amusement.
She knew I'd tricked her in a playful way. A few seconds
later she pieced together the why, distracting her was secondary to easing the
fatigue creeping through her thighs, lower back and ass brought on by several
tense orgasms. There would be no muting of our joining. For ten minutes she
relaxed and soaked up the hot oil working into her flesh.
I restarted my efforts by kissing each hip, signaling her
that I was anxious for her flesh. I placed one hand on the small of her back
and lined up my cock at the top of her ass crack. I gently rocked forward,
pushing my cock onto her back. Swaying back, I let my cock slip off her ass,
letting it swing free before thrusting forward once more.
This time I directed it languidly along the base of her
cunt, letting my cockhead part her lips and plow her furrows until I touched
then passed the clit on my way through her pubic hair and beyond. I repeated
this orchestra of lust, adding in a movement where my bulbous head pressured
her sphincter to the point of violation before sliding elsewhere.
"Jesus, Zane," Hope sung out, "make up your
mind. You are driving me crazy." Hope wasn't being exhorted to climax by
any loss of control; it was the tension brought about by not knowing what
direction the lesson was going to take. For someone else it would be as if you
were reading LA Confidential one night only to discover that the last quarter
of the book was missing and not accessible until the next morning.
"There will be no intercourse for us tonight,
Hope," I informed her. I began pumping along her cunt, mimicking the
fucking motion. Time and again I let my cock head cut along her labia, brush
her clitoris until it was stimulated by the low ridges along the shaft. It
didn't take long for Hope to start pushing back against me to maximize my
'depth'.
Hope clenched the sheets as we both increased the violence
of our impacts. Her breath was coming in labored huffs and sweat began beading
up all over her skin. Considering how fit Hope was, I was impressed with the
intensity with which she embraced our sympathetic coupling.
"No, not yet; keep going," was her
self-encouraging mantra. "Don't let go, don't let go. Push him, push him
harder."
I scooped up the long tail of Hope's hair and guided her
body up off her hands so that her back slid up and down my chest. Our hands did
a little dance of their own. She ended up with her left reaching across and
holding on to my right at her breast. My right still held the majority of her
long locks, and I used those to give a silken caress to my coaxing of her right
breast to sensual overload.
My left hand landed on her stomach and used that perch to
push her harder into me with each thrust. Her left hand wandered back to my
ass. Hope's nails dug in deep (am I being marked/branded?) and she matched her pull
with my push between her legs. When she finally succumbed to her climax,
vaginal juices washed over my cock and down both our thighs.
I was perfectly poised to support my lovers body as she
surrendered to her orgasmic impulses and erotic energies coursed chaotically
through her system. Her murmurs signaled she was regaining control and she made
it definite by placing a series of kisses along my right arm. I coaxed us down
on the bed facing one another.
"I still don't know if I want to have sex tonight,"
Hope smiled sleepily.
"It is your choice to make," I answered. "We
both know you have the confidence now to make that decision when you are
ready."
"Are you looking out for me, Zane?" Hope teased me
wearily.
"Of course. I look out for all my ladies, even those
who can take care of themselves just fine," I noted. She nodded and I
realized that she'd tentatively opened the door into her inner circle of
friends. "To answer an earlier question, I take no pleasure in ordering
you around as some kind of power trip. I communicated with you in a manner that
maximized your focus on our caresses." She nodded and gave me an
affectionate peck on the forehead, reaffirming her dominant status.
"You will come with me and shower," she ordered
me. I retrieved two robes and my shower kit and a naked Hope lead me to the
Solarium shower. We did not bathe ourselves; we lathered, rubbed, and rinsed
the other, and I could tell Hope relished the experience.
"Tell me something: how come you and Heaven have never snuck
off in the woods and knocked boots?" she mused.
"You are not asking because you think we did and didn't
talk about it so you must be wondering what it would be like if we did, so yes,
I would fuck you if you asked me to while doing a little shooter-spotter
bonding out in the forest," I related to Hope; on the Marksmanship team, I
was the spotter to her shooter. Her eyes flashed like lightning on a pitch
black night. A powerful, lethal rifle in hand and a lover penetrating her was
Hope's aphrodisiac, her perfect storm.
"You should get ready for that. I definitely think it
will make us a more simpatico team," Hope smiled and rubbed her breasts
against my chest. "Are you going to make me obey you?"
"I'm going to stick a ponytail up your ass and make you
call me Master," I confided.
"Oh, so how do you want your bullets; orally, anally or
at high-velocity?" she remarked as her grin became more feral.
"I've got nothing but love for you, Baby," I
joked. We finished toweling off and headed for the bedroom area. We immediately
noticed that while the sofa-beds were still open, they were unoccupied. Had we
been that loud? I'm being rhetorical, I am the soul of discretion but I bring
out the vocalist in every woman I meet.
Inside the screens I could make out the forms of multiple
girls having already settled in under the covers. Rio and Mercy were
intertwined at their usual place on the far side of the bed. Barbie Lynn was
curled up, facing away from us, in the middle of the platform, and Vivian was
on her back, eyes closed, stretching out on the near side.
I motioned Hope to follow me to the spot between Barbie Lynn
and Vivian at the foot of the bed. She looked down at her carefully placed
clothes then back to me. Her gaze went to the clock on one of the wardrobes, back
to me, then she followed. We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes as our
hair dried and bodies wound down.
"Umm, that was definitely more than I envisioned,
Zane," Hope sighed happily while staring up at the clo
1 hr 6 min
April 22 Adventures of Big Mike: Part 9
Big Mike’s Mile High Plans and Soft Landings
Getting stuck in a small Town on Nude Day, turns interesting.
Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.

Owning a
consulting business has its advantages. Over the years I had been quite
successful and enjoyed a few perks for that success. I was enjoying one of
them, flying to a consulting job in my Cessna 350 Corvallis, when a fantastic
series of events was set in motion. I could never afford such an expensive
plane, but after performing several hundred hours of independent testing on it,
as part of a law suit, they sold the state of the art craft to me for a single
dollar. Car type bucket seats and fly by wire technology made it one of the
most comfortable planes I had ever flown.
Amanda, a
professional photographer that I had used a number of times on jobs like the
one we were traveling to; seemed to also enjoy the comfort of this plane
compared to the old 172 I used to fly.
I felt the
first shudder in the engine while I was busy sneaking a peek at Amanda's legs.
With her lounging sleepily in the bucket seat next to me, her already short
skirt had ridden up a couple more inches, and the rising sun was just
brightening the inside of the cockpit enough for me to really see just how much
leg she was unknowingly showing. In fact, if I caught the reflection in the LCD
screen just right, I could almost see up between her legs to the light colored
panties she wore. Yeah, I knew I was almost twice her age, but hell, she was
hot and I was Always horny. How could I not look?
The second
shudder really got my attention, and I went to work in the cockpit; all thought
of her panty color and legs leaving my mind as it went into immediate
troubleshooting mode.
I knew the
electronics of this craft inside out, having done so much testing on the fly by
wire during the legal suit. It only took a few moments to check and confirm
that the dual ignition system of the fuel injected six cylinder engine was
working as designed. We were cruising at nearly one hundred eighty knots, and
everything seemed ok. But that second shudder had me on edge. I did not miss
the third time it shuddered, just as I was in the middle of checking the fuel
system. I caught it in the act. It was just a fluke that I happened to be
looking right at the fuel pressure read out when it did it. Just for a moment,
it blinked lower. Not a lot, a few pounds, but it was enough to set every alarm
bell I had ringing. This baby needed to be on the ground and Now!
I gave
Amanda an unceremonious, almost rude, shove with my hand before I set to work
hitting the GPS navigation system for the closest airfield. "Tighten your
belts, we're setting down." I practically growled as my mind went through
emergency modes and check lists. I had filed a Visual Flight Rules route plan
so I didn't need to contact a controller, but just to be safe I punched in 7700
into my transponder and hit the ident key. The response to my emergency code
was almost immediate, Kansas City flight following had me on the radio in
seconds asking my emergency. After several terse exchanges with them, they
recommended we proceed to Kansas City International for an emergency procedure
landing. I was just about to make that turn when the engine tone changed. Air
speed quickly started to fall as the engine RPM tailed off to a little more
than an idle.
"Negative
KC Center. Looks like I just lost power." I responded as my fingers
started working the GPS system to find the closest airport. It was tiny, some
little 'burg called Milan. I'd never heard of it, but it had a strip. I tipped
the wings over and started dropping at nearly a thousand feet per minute;
hoping that what little power the engine had would hang on until I could get
the wheels on the ground.
In the early
dawn morning it was hard to pick out, but with a little help from the GPS
pointers I was able to find the single strip of the small airport, sitting just
outside what looked like a very small town. KC Center acknowledged my plans and
stayed with me until I was out of radar contact, only a thousand feet off the
ground. It wasn't my finest landing, but given that I only had one shot at it,
I thought it was pretty damn good. The engine had just enough power to idle off
the runway and onto a taxiway before it quit completely. But that was ok...we
were down.
The airport
was small, and to be honest, looked pretty deserted; and the air felt like
stepping into a furnace when I popped the door open. "Looks like we have
to walk." I said to Amanda as I stepped out and gingerly off the wing.
Even for a mid-July morning it seemed oppressively hot.
"Well,
I suppose I can charge you mileage!" She joked as she unfolded her slim
frame barefoot onto the wing. She closed the door and sat down on the smooth
aluminum surface to put her high heels back onto her feet while I shook my head
at her good looking, but less than functional, footwear. She slid down the
smooth metal of the wing and allowed me to catch her before her feet hit the
ground, the edge of the wing catching her skirt and pulling it up as she slid
off. I only got a glimpse of her cream colored panties before she pulled her
skirt back down and blushed a bright red. "Oops. Sorry about that."
She almost whispered.
"Not a
problem. Last time I checked I still liked looking at beautiful women's
panties. Especially if they were still in them!" I responded jokingly,
which only made her blush even more.
It was a
fairly long walk from where the plane decided to park itself, to the office
complex of the small airport. It didn't take much looking around to find out
that there was a mechanics office, but that Freddie was in town and didn't work
on Wednesdays. That was just great! Freddie didn't leave a phone number either,
but did leave the address of his shop in town. I figured maybe we could talk
him into making an emergency repair.
Using my
i-phone I looked up the address and found that it was only a couple miles from
the airstrip. A quick call confirmed that it was still too early for Freddie to
be there. It was going to be a warm walk into town, but then it was better than
sitting out here and roasting. After a short consultation with Amanda, we
decided to trek into town and see if we could track down Freddie.
City Café
It was still early
as we approached the small town, and it showed. The streets were deserted
except for a few cars passing by. We found the address of Freddie's shop, but
it was still locked up. I decided some breakfast might be in order and the only
thing that looked open was a small diner across the street.
"Looks
like breakfast!" I said as I led Amanda across the still empty road and
entered the tiny diner. To say I was shocked would have been the biggest
understatement in the book. There were a number of people sitting around
eating, all naked! It looked like a nudist convention. But you could have
knocked me over with a feather when the waitress came out of the kitchen with a
tray of dishes, and not a stitch of clothing on.
"Be
right with you!" She said as she turned and bent to put the dishes down,
her easily double D tits swinging enticingly. She turned back and walked up
with a smile on her face and only a tiny apron around her waist that failed to
completely cover the junction of her legs. "So I take it your new in
town?" She asked, looking past us toward where our car might be parked, if
we had one.
"Would
you like a booth?" She asked cheerily.
"Yeah,
actually we would." I answered, after which she led us to a booth toward
the rear that was a bit less in the line of site of the windows and most of the
other patrons.
"Um,
Yeah. Did we come at a bad time?" I asked, looking around at the naked
patrons.
"Nope,
it's the fourteenth." She said as if it explained everything.
"And
that means?" I asked, cocking my head and lifting my shoulders to
encourage her to explain.
"Oh.
Yeah. I guess you’re not from here. It’s a City ordinance. No clothes in public
for National Nude day, unless of course you are from out of town. We can't
force you visitors to participate, but everyone in town does, or they stay
home." She said with a smile and a shrug. "I can loan you a bag for
your clothes if you want." She said, as she set our table with cutlery and
menues. She was also eyeing the growing bulge in my pants, as I watched her
absolutely fantastic tits jiggle over our table.
"Just
so I understand, everyone in town goes nude? And this happens why?" I
asked.
"National
Nude Day. The whole town had a say in it and we decided to make it a town
holiday. Some of the townsfolk floated the idea as a joke. Me and a few others
called their bluff. It’s been that way a few years now. Everybody seems to like
it. E used to set it for the actual day that the rest of the nation observes,
but the town just turned into a traffic jam and our residents became internet
fodder. So now we have a town committee setting a random summer day, and only
give a 48 hour notice. The result is really good for business, since a lot of
travelers come here hoping to get lucky, and patronizing the businesses all
summer long."

"I can
see why." I said looking around at the mostly male population of the diner
and thinking that most of them were probably not here for the food.
"Here
you go” she said, handing us our menus. “And really, I'd be happy to loan you a
sack for your clothes. I mean if you want to take them off and all." She
said with a wink. "I'll be back in a sec with menus."
True to her
word she was back in a few moments to take our orders, and if I was any judge,
her tiny apron hiked up a tad more. From my seated position I could easily see
her shaved mound, complete with a tiny blue butterfly tattoo. As she set down
the menus she stepped her feet slightly apart, allowing me to see her
protruding lips, which to my experienced eye, looked like they had been freshly
stroked. My attention was temporarily fixed on her glistening lips until she
bent over to place silver wear on the table and her large tits hung literally
inches from my face.
"So
what can I interest you in to drink? Coffee, juice, milk?" She asked,
pulling her little pad out of the tiny apron.
"I
think some Orange Juice." Amanda said, her voice clearly displaying her
nervousness.
"Actually
I've always been a milk lover." I said with a smile.
"I'm
sure I can find you a nice tall glass." The waitress said with a smile,
turning to walk off, allowing her cute ass to wiggle seductively as she headed
toward the kitchen.
"Seems
like a nice young lady." I said to Amanda as I opened the menu. "What
do you think?"
"I'm
not sure I could go around naked all day." She replied as she looked
around the small diner.
"Why not.
You're a very good looking woman. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
"Like
you're going to run around naked?" She answered with a smirk.
"Sure,
why not?" I answered.
"I've
worked for you for how long now? Five years? I think I know you pretty well, and
the way you were checking out that waitress you've got to be hard as hell. You
sure you want to show that off to everyone who looks your way?" She chided
with a grin, her directness surprising me.
"Oh?
Sounds like you've been watching me when I wasn't looking."
"Why
not? Are you going to tell me you didn't notice how far my skirt was hiked up
in the plane? Come on, I'm not that naive. I know you like me wearing these
skirts. I just prefer to keep my sexual activities a bit more private."
"Well,
if that's how you feel. I dare you to strip for me." I said, wondering if
she really would.
"Sure.
Like I'm going to run around naked? Fat chance."
"That's
a shame." The waitress said as she set two glasses on the table, the smell
of turned on cunt clearly evident as she stood close to me. "You look
cute. You might find it fun to go naked like this. It's kind of a turn on
actually."
"I'm
not sure I can actually go naked in front of strange men." Amanda replied.
"You
should try it. It's actually kind of fun to tease them."
"Aren't
you afraid of getting molested?" Amanda asked her seriously.
"Hasn't
happened yet. Besides these old geezers come in every year to watch me. It's
kind of fun to see what they will come up with next to get me to do something
with them. I never will, but they don't know that." The waitress said with
a smile. "So how about it? You two going to join us?"
"Oh, I
don't know." Amanda whispered.
"Ok.
Why don't I get your order and in the meantime you can think about it!"
The waitress said, smiling at me sweetly.
"Well,
I'll have the ham and eggs, over easy, white toast." I told her as she
scribbled on the pad.
"And
you miss?" She asked looking at Amanda.
"I
think the biscuits and gravy look pretty good."
"Good
choice. I'll be back in a few minutes with your food. And if you change your
mind you can use the ladies room to undress, you may find that more
comfortable." The waitress said as she turned and headed for the kitchen.
"Might
as well, Amanda. Never going to get a chance like this again." I teased.
"Let's
admit it; you just want to see me naked!" She shot back at me with a
frown. "Sure why not? Besides, didn't you just tell me a little while ago
you've been intentionally wearing sexy stuff just to tease me? Just think how much
of a tease this will be!"
"Ok,
hot shot. I will if you will. But you gotta strip, right here, first! Let's see
how cocky you are when you have to show off that boner!"
"So I
get up and undress, and then you do? No running to the bathroom and
hiding?" I said with a crooked smile.
"Um,
Yep." She sighed realizing that she had walked directly into a trap.
"Ok!
You're on!" I said, sliding out of the booth and standing up. I was just
pulling my shirt tail out of my pants when the waitress came back.
"Oh;
decided to join me?" She asked with a smile.
Seems that
way." I answered as I turned to face her.
"Well,
in that case, let me." She said, reaching out for my shirt and pulling it
up and over my head. She tossed it onto the bench seat of the booth and then
stepped closer. "This will drive those old geezers nuts." She
whispered as she placed her hand on my hard cock and rubbed it through my
pants. She stroked me with one hand while the other deftly undid my belt, and
the button of my pants. Her hand moved long enough to unzip my pants and then
slid inside them, rubbing my increasingly hard cock through my underwear as she
pushed my pants down.
"Nice."
She said as she crouched down, bringing her face level with my underwear clad
cock. She untied my low top hikers and pulled them off, and then worked my
pants over my feet, leaving me in nothing but my socks and underwear.
"Now, let's take care of this too." She said with a smile, looking up
at me as she reached for my briefs. I closed my eyes and tried not to moan as
she pulled my underwear down and closed her lips around the head of my cock.
"Hmm" she mumbled around my cock, as she licked and sucked on it
gently. She continued to suck my engorged cock while she worked my underwear
down my legs and over my feet. "Tasty." She said quietly when she
pulled her mouth from my cock. "You wouldn't mind taking care of a really
horny cunt with it, would you?"
"That
depends on whose it is?" I breathed.
"Mine."
She said as she stood up in front of me and reached for my hands. She pulled me
across the aisle to the booth on the other side and sat her ass on the edge of
the table. She let go of one hand and reached for my hard cock, pulling it
toward her cunt as she pulled my hand toward her chest.
"Oh God
yes." she whispered, as she rubbed my engorged head around her wet lips.
"Slide it in now." She practically begged.
By that
point I was thinking with my dick and willingly leaned into her, allowing my
cock head to spread her lips and slowly push into her cunt. I let out a quiet
moan as I felt my head expand her tunnel and pass that first point of
resistance. I felt her velvety smooth walls slowly engulf my shaft, teasing its
length and the sensitive spot under my head, as I slowly pushed deeper into
her. Finally I felt my head press against the end
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