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April 21 The Time Riders: Part 2
The Time Riders: Part 2
When you've got a time machine, practice makes perfect.
Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Always The Student.
Mark was lying on his back, panting while Becky squirmed and
writhed on top of him, moaning in pleasure. His hands were on her opulent tits,
kneading them just how she loved it. The lovers were covered in sweat as she
ground her cunt down onto his cock, taking him deep inside. He matched her
sensual rhythm, pushing up while she pressed down, squeezing his shaft with
each thrust he made.
"Yes, Mark;” she gasped, her hands resting on his chest
while she writhed on him shamelessly. It didn't matter that she was his former
high school Physics teacher, or even that she still was, in a sense, she was
committed to fucking him because she'd promised herself she'd enjoy this, and
Becky did her damdest to always follow her own advice. "Yes, baby, right
there;”
Becky now began gyrating her hips in a circle on top of him,
interrupting the rhythm that would certainly had led to both of them cumming
and she wanted to prolong this session. She felt Mark regain control of
himself, adapting to the new pace, although he continued to molest her tits,
pinching and tugging on her nipples. Her flawless skin glistened with her
exertions, the wonderful scent of a woman making love permeating the air.
"Hmm, good boy," she purred, smiling down at him.
"You're learning."
"I've got the best teacher I could ask for." Mark
replied, grinning back. "Forget all the time travel stuff you're helping
me figure out, you're amazing in bed, Becky. I've never cum so hard before, not
like when I'm with you."
"You're so sweet, darling," she cooed, reveling in
the feel of his throbbing cock deep inside her. Ever since that night he'd
snuck into her home and failed so miserably at trying to seduce her so she
would change his Physics grade, they'd become ardent lovers, with her being
nearly as addicted to their sex as he was. "You make me cum really hard
too, just so you know. And the gift you brought me back from London was so
thoughtful. How would you like to fuck me next?"
Mark nodded, pondering her question. He had indeed brought
her back a gift, from London in the 1880's. He'd come back with a lovely dress
from the period and a bottle of Italian wine. Even though she had never
accompanied him on a temporal trip (except that very first one, to prove he had
a time machine at all), she seemed to have an innate understanding of how to
time travel without screwing things up, which was very easy.
He took hold of her hips and slowly rolled her onto her
stomach. She purred as she pushed her legs together and then knelt over her
thighs. She put her chin on her arms and sighed as he pulled her ass cheeks
apart and pushed his cock down into her cunt. Her clamped legs made her feel
tighter than ever and he groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out. Keeping
himself up on his hands, his back arched so that she was pinned beneath him, he
began to piston his hips, fucking his teacher.
"Oh, Mark;” she murmured. "It's so good this way.
Your cock feels so wonderful inside me."
"Uh, God;” he breathed, shuddering as she squeezed her
cheeks together, clamping her cunt around him as he thrust. "I never wanna
stop fucking you."
"I don't want you to," she gasped as he hit her
sweet spot. "And because you; oh; have your time machine; we can find a
way; to fuck forever;”
She squirmed and writhed beneath him while he pushed up and
down on her, both of them getting slick with sweat. They groaned and panted
together. He leaned down and bit her shoulder Becky keened in pleasure.
Trembling, she arched her hips, pushing up against him. She could feel his cock
twitching and swelling inside her.
"Gonna cum;” he breathed, pushing down and straining.
"Uh! Yes, cum in me, Mark!" she wailed.
She pressed her face into a pillow as she screamed, feeling
her student's cum spurting inside and filling her spasming cunt. Mark shook and
groaned loudly, so glad they were in her house and could be as loud as they
needed to be. Her slammed his hips down onto her, tingling pleasure blossoming
through him.
Mark collapsed on top of her, both of them limp and
breathing heavily. He reached under Becky and put his hands on her tits, squeezing
gently. She hummed and undulated her soft cheeks beneath him, milking his cock
for all of his cum, her wet cunt wanting every last drop. They said nothing for
several minutes, just lying there in bliss.
Becky finally slowly turned over, Mark's cock slipping out
of her and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply. He pushed
his still-hard cock back in and moved back and forth gently inside her and she
squeezed him in rhythm. Tongues tangled and they hummed contentedly into one
another's mouths.
"God, I want to find a way to have multiples of you
fucking me all at once," she purred, smiling into his eyes and caressing
his cheek. "One in my cunt, one in my ass, another in my mouth; hmm, that
sounds heavenly."
"Yeah, but won't I, like, blow up spontaneously, or
collapse the universe if I encounter myself?" he asked somewhat warily. He
liked the idea of fucking all Becky's holes, but not if it made everything go
boom.
She giggled and bopped his nose. "Silly. Why are you
asking me? You're the one with access to this time-travel police force. What
did you say they were called? TEA?"
"Yeah, they said they're called the Temporal
Enforcement Agency." Mark confirmed. "I called them Teabaggers and
they didn't think that was funny."
"Oh, be nice to them, darling," she chided gently.
"After all, they're protecting the timeline for crazy kids like you."
"Yeah, I guess," he admitted, knowing she was
infinitely more sensible than him about these things. She was already so much smarter
at this temporal stuff than he was. The only reason his little trip to 1800's
London went well was because she'd prepped him and made him think it through.
"Getting myself killed is apparently pretty easy."
"Boo, and then we couldn't fuck anymore," she
said, sounding sad. "And even if you stopped time-travelling tomorrow, I'd
still want to fuck you. You've unleashed a demon in me."
"I know it," he laughed. "I have to rest a
few days after our marathon fuck sessions, only to come back in your
next day to keep up with your libido. Not that I'm complaining, mind."
She giggled. "Well I do love to fuck," she
agreed. "Maybe one day, I'll go with you. I'd love to fuck in a harem bath
house or a Parisian brothel."
Mark rolled off her and lay on his back, staring at the
ceiling. He could almost see the steam rising off them. As tricky as time
travel was, he never would have ended up in bed with his Physics teacher if it
hadn't been for his time machine.
"That chronometer the agents gave me comes in really
handy," he said, his thoughts drifting. "It actually gives me little
warnings if I'm getting too close to another temporal event. It means I can't
do some things I'd like to do, but things get complicated."
She smiled. "You said they called it 'the Limelight Effect'
or getting clock hammered, depending on what you were trying to do."
He nodded. "They didn't like it when I called it
'clock-blocking'."
"You said they had no sense of humor." Becky
mused. "But maybe practicing with your Holmes Field Device in minor ways
will help."
He turned and looked at her. "How so?"
"Well," she began, turning on her side to look at
him, her hand propping up her head. Her nipples gently kissed the skin of his
arm. "How about you take me out for dinner? We'll pick a low-traffic area,
somewhere time travelers don't go. You said that your chronometer dials are
difficult to physically turn and the Holmes Field device always skews numbers
if you're trying to get anywhere that would prove troublesome."
He considered what she was saying. "So, take you to
some remote village in the past where no one else is ever interested in going.
We can try finessing my control of the device."
She nodded. "Precisely. I don't know about you, but I
speak flawless French, we could visit a little village in France's past and we
could get some dinner. You could learn how to deal with the locals, get a feel
for what you'll have to do if you keep travelling the time stream."
"It's weird how you can say words like 'time stream' so
naturally, like it's normal," he sighed. "Still, you're right,
careful practice is probably a good thing."
"It'll be fun," she said, reaching over and taking
hold of his hip to turn him into her. Her tits were now squashed to his chest,
his soft cock against her gooey cunt. "How bad a teacher can I be for
this? You made it through my physics class without tearing a hole in
reality."
"And yet I failed," he sighed. "I doubt I can
fuck my way out of every bit of trouble I get myself into."
She giggled and took his hand, pulling him off the bed and
leading him to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee while she
stroked his cock gently, She shivered as she peed, feeling his cum trickling of
her, pulling him closer and taking him in her mouth. She hummed as she bobbed
back and forth, enjoying their mingled taste. Mark had to admit that he was
enjoying how relaxed she was around him now that they were lovers.
"So," she said finally, pulling his cock out of
her mouth with a quiet pop. "We'll shower and get cleaned up. Then
we'll head to the public library to figure out where and what we're doing.
Anybody asks, I'll say I'm helping you with your schoolwork."
He smiled slyly, feeling a familiar tingle in his cock at
the thought of showering with her. This was going to be a good night.
"So here's a question," she remarked as she
watched Mark get dressed in the outfit they'd bought for the occasion, hidden
from prying eyes in her basement, where he kept the Holmes Field Device. They'd
visited a costume shop and found clothing that was a good fit for the period
they were visiting, that being France in the 1600's. "Did they ever tell
you about any contacts you can make in the time stream? You know, like
dealers?"
He looked at her quizzically. "Dealers?"
"Sure," she said, nodding. "There must be time-travelers
who make their living by providing goods and services to other travelers. I
mean, you need to be able to get money and supplies somewhere, so that you
don't stick out like a sore thumb, right?"
"Yeah, that'd make sense," he admitted. "I
mean, I got lucky when I tried going to London and got that dress, I managed to
pawn off some knick-knacks I'd brought with me, because I didn't know how else
to pay for anything. And they thought I was just some ignorant American. I got
out a lot quicker than I thought I would."
"I think we should find out," she reasoned.
"If you're going to do this, you should really learn how to find what you
need."
"Exactly how much time-travelling do you think I'm
gonna be doing?" he asked, giving her a wry look before continuing to put
on his new outfit.
"Well, we know you have no future as a physicist, maybe
you'll find something you're good at in the time stream," she giggled,
making him sigh. She moved forward to help him get into his clothes, since he
clearly had no idea what he was doing. "And even if you don't know how to
find a dealer, I'm willing to bet that they'll know how to find a
traveler."
He couldn't argue with that logic and stood still while she
corrected his attire, kissing his nose as she finished. He then watched as she
got into her own period garb, doing so much more efficiently than he had done.
She saw him looking at her and winked.
"In spite of my physics major, I also did a lot of work
in theater," she quipped, holding her top loosely in place over her
opulent tits. "I've been in Les Mis a few times, so I know my way
around period garb."
"I feel bad about you bringing that jewelry to trade
for money," he said, wishing he had more to offer. He didn't just yet,
however.
"Oh, they're nothing, it's just old gold I never
wear," she said dismissively. "I'd probably just end up selling them
in a pawn shop at some point. This way, at least it's getting some use. I sell
these things I never wear, we get the proper currency, then we go and have some
fun. I don't see how this can be a bad thing."
"I guess I just feel like it should be me paying."
Mark murmured, trying not to blush.
"Silly," she giggled again. "You're an
eighteen year-old boy. What one earth could you possibly have accumulated that
the time stream would be interested in?"
"Well, you got me there," he sighed, giving up and
letting her continue. "Maybe I'll make it big in the time stream and then
I can keep you buying you the presents you deserve."
"Ooh, you honey-dripper," she cooed, smiling and
kissing his nose before stepping back and examining him. "Well, you're
starting to look the part. I'll use some gel in your hair to tousle it a little
and then I think we're probably as close as we can get, since neither of us has
syphilis or tuberculosis."
He waited while she fixed his hair and then took care of her
own, pulling her golden locks back in a bow. She was wearing a peasant dress,
one that accentuated her small waist and large bust. His outfit, was more akin
to a gentleman of northern Europe, with a blue vest and white breeches that he
found rather tight, especially around the crotch.
"So, milord," she lilted, threading her arm
through his and smiling at him. "Shall we sally forth?"
He nodded and walked over toward the time machine, his chronometer
in hand.
17th Century, France.
"Combien allez-vous me donner pour ce
pendentif?" Becky asked the owner of the dingy little shop they were
standing in. Candles flickered on the walls, dimly illuminating the musty room.
The shop-owner, a wizened little man wearing crooked spectacles, looked up her
with rheumy eyes. He held out a gnarled hand and she gently put the dull gold
bangle into it. Her brought it close to his face, examining it intently. He
weighed it in his palm and then scratched the inner surface, testing its
contents. He licked his lip as he considered her offering. Finally he put it
down.
"Onze Louis," he declared, nodding. "Onze
Louis, quatre livres, douze sous et vingt-et-trois deniers."
Mark looked at Becky, who was considering what he had told
them. After a few seconds, she seemed to think he was being reasonable. "Bien.
Tout en livres et sous, s'il vous plait."
The man counted out one hundred and sixty-six sous
and pushed them across the counter. His eyes widened slightly as she pushed a
gold necklace and two rings to him for appraisal. Half an hour later, they
exited the shop with a small purse containing the equivalent of nearly fifty Louis,
a small fortune by the standards of the period and their locale.
"Here you go, milord," she said sweetly, pressing
the purse into his palm. "It's only appropriate that you carry our funds,
since you're the one cosplaying as the aristocracy."
"Except my French sucks balls." Mark muttered as
they walked down the dirt road. It was mid-morning and they'd arrived in a
fallow field outside the town. Google maps indicated that it was empty in the
modern day and online archive maps from France in 1652 indicated that it was
much the same way back then. With careful calculations of time and distance,
they'd arrived without incident.
"Well, you speak Spanish, so we'll pretend you're from
Madrid or something," she said simply, holding his arm again. "And
I'll be the lusty French tart from Rouen who travels with you, keeping you enamored
with our fair country."
"You'd be stupidly good at Larp, you're really getting
into this," he sighed.
Larp?”
Live action role playing. Any other hidden talents I should
know about?" Mark inquired.
"If I told you then they wouldn't be surprises,"
she pointed out. "We women love to be mysterious."
"Well, at least you're a woman, most of the girls I
know who do that stuff are just crazy."
"That's because they're teenage girls, who are, by
definition, 'bugfuck insane'." Becky added. "A lot of women are too,
I suppose, but at least there's a chance our hormones have straightened out.
Probably not much different here, except for the mortality rate."
They walked down the cobblestone rode, attracting the
occasional stare as they walked into the town. They stopped a stout,
middle-aged man and asked where they might get some decent food and
accommodations.
"You are dressed rather unusually to be
walking," he said, looking at Mark. "You seem to be a
gentleman of quality, sir. I am the town's physician and apothecary, my name is
Henri. And yours, monsieur?"
Mark stuttered. "Mark, uh; mon nom; es;”
"Marco," Becky interjected suddenly, relieving him
of the burden of struggling to make his name known in French. "He is
Senor Marco Del Strade, and he is a baron from Valencia."
"I thought I was from Madrid." Mark whispered out
of the side of his mouth.
"Shut the fuck up, I'm thinking on the fly here!"
she hissed back.
"What did the Spaniard say?" asked the
portly physician. "That didn't sound Spanish."
"A curse of our association," she said
sweetly, beaming a radiant smile at him. "The baron speaks no French,
and I no Spanish, so we communicate en Anglais, with which we both have some
facility."
"A rather unusual arrangement," grunted the
man. "Nonetheless, it would not do for our humble town to allow a
gentleman of quality to not be looked after. I would recommend L'Auberge
Des Loups."
"The Wolves' Inn?" Mark muttered out loud, knowing
enough French to get that translation. "That doesn't sound too safe."
"Be at ease, my friends," Henri said,
chuckling. "The wolf is on our town coat of arms, and the Inn is our
most reputable establishment. If you have the money, they will give you what
you need."
He turned and pointed down the road. "There, you can
see the inn from this spot. The two-story building with the gambrel roof and
all the smoke coming out of the chimney. See it?"
"Yes, good sir, and we thank you." Becky
said, curtseying before smiling at the man and putting his rather fat,
gout-ridden hand in hers. "For all of your help."
"Ah, well, yes," he said, blushing and
withdrawing his hand from hers. "When you go to the inn, tell the
proprietor that Henri sent you. This will make things easier for you."
And with that, the man waddled off.
"He seemed nice, I guess," Mark mused as they
resumed their trek into the town. "I mean, I missed a lot of what you two
said, but it seemed to agree with you."
"We just need to mention his name when we get to the
inn and that'll apparently make our lives easier." Becky replied, thinking
how quaint everything was. She couldn't believe she was actually in seventeenth
century France!
But then, she was fucking her former student who was a
time-traveler, so clearly anything was possible. She had already promised
herself she would enjoy every moment of this experience. She'd chosen the year
as carefully as possible, noting that there were no major Plague outbreaks
mentioned and she had insisted they bring very discretely concealed medications
with them.
Ignoring the stares of the townsfolk, they continued down
the main street until they reached the inn. They tacitly avoided stepping in
the various effluences that trickled between
1 hr 10 min
April 21 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 15
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 15
Chancellor Gets Boned
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
podcast at Explicit
Novels.

The pursuit of power is pointless unless you know how
to use it
The look the Chancellor gave me was filled with hate
alright, but it was awash in a desperate sexual hunger too.
"You goddamn bastard," she huffed through clenched
teeth. My response was to switch finger slamming her, instead rolling her
rather large clit between my forefinger and thumb gently.
"Gak," she choked out.
"You can get on top and ride me," I promised her
softly. "You an even tie my hands up with the sash of my robe."
"On your back, damn you," Melrose snarled
ferociously. As I fell back, she ripped my bathrobe sash off so fast it yanked
me off the bed.
My ass had no sooner hit the bed again when Bazz pulled my
robe open and straddled me. She pulled my arms together and bound my wrists
with frightening proficiency.
"Not your first time at the rodeo?" I joked. She
slapped me across the face; not so hard to break my skin but enough to make me
have to rework my jaw to get it set again.
"Shut up, Braxton," she gloated over me, "I'm
going to treat you like the piece of trash that you are. You are going to
regret ever thinking you belonged here." Mel rose up on her knees,
maneuvered her hand onto my cock, and aimed it at her cunt lips.
"Oh," she gasped as her sex blossomed and let my
cockhead in. She slowly began shifting down my cock with ecstatic pleasure
written all over her face.
"It feels pretty good," I started to say. I was
going to finish with 'doesn't it?' but she cut me off.
"Shut up!" she seethed. "You exist solely for
my pleasure. I don't need to hear your juvenile stumbling at sexual
banter." This wasn't the time to start a fight; that would come later.
Doctor Bazz kept wiggling her ass down my shaft.
She was so lost in her own fulfillment that she almost
forgot about me. I grunted when she planted herself down particularly hard as
she was humping me. Melrose looked down at me. With one hand she struck
snake-like at my throat, squeezing my windpipe shut.
"You are just a child," she taunted me wickedly,
but then her whole tone changed to a creepy, appreciative voice, "a
pretty, pretty child."
Okay, I want a psychopath. I want a selfish bitch with no
issues beyond insensitivity. I do not want a woman in her forties telling me
I'm "a pretty, pretty child." That's just wrong, and that's coming
from a guy who screws just about anything that moves.
"Is this how you screw those sluts?" she moaned.
"Is this how you pack Heaven's tight little ass? Does she scream for
you?" Wait; did she call Heaven a 'she'? That's progress!
I choked out a non-response. I was getting enough air to
breath but not enough vocal freedom to talk, and I had a feeling this was on
purpose.
"You don't need to answer that," she chuckled
eerily. "I've heard reports of their sad little cries as they squirted all
over you. You love it when you break their wills to you and this, oh, God, big
cock, don't you?"
The Chancellor leaned forward, her bra-covered breasts
dangling tantalizingly close to my mouth, and rolled her hips so that her clit
rubbed against my cock.
"You hammer them, hammer them, and hammer them some
more until their tight little bodies can't even crawl out of your bed. And you
wanted to hammer me with this huge cock of yours; you wanted to make me sweat,
make me cry out your name, you wanted to wreck me," she sneered.
I reached up with my bound hands and lifted her grip off my
throat.
"Actually, I'm done. I want you out of my room," I
growled back. Melrose's breast heaved and she glared down at me, angry but
uncertain.
"I was hoping there would be something intriguing about
you but seriously, you are just, mediocre. Hell, Heaven is more of a woman than
you are and that's kind of pathetic.
I wasn't denigrating Heaven, who I cared about, but was
using Doctor Bazz's prejudice against the bitch.
"How dare you?" she muttered. She hadn't stopped
humping me yet.
"Get some plastic, a broom handle, I don't care, but
get the hell off of me, you evil witch," I insisted. As a counterpoint to
that, I began to thrust my cock deeper into her womb.
"Ugh, ugh, no," she gasped. "You don't, tell
me what, to do." Mel had now positioned her clit so that it received
maximum impact with my pelvic bone. I flipped us over; even with her
resistance, I was too strong for her. I pushed my bound hands down on her
sternum, the fear of sexual frustration written large over her face and burning
forth from her eyes.
"I want Heaven back," I demanded.
"Never," she growled. I began to withdraw my cock
from her cunt. She whimpered and tried to hold me to her body by grabbing my
shoulders in each hand.
"Get off me," I insisted. "Get off of me. If
you want some piece of meat between your thighs, go to an over-forties bar and
pick up some Momma's Boy who will pop in less than fifteen seconds, then grovel
at your feet for an hour like a worm.
"It would be better than an immature punk like
you," she struggled to insult me and my performance. I took three long
strokes inside her, flexing my cock when it was at its deepest, thumping her
G-spot each time. I could see tears of pleasure in her eyes. I tried to pull
out the fourth time but she hooked her legs behind me and held my shoulders
tight.
"No," she persisted. "I am going to use you
until I'm satisfied."
Instead of wrestling with her, I pulled her up so that my
hands cupped her ass, her arms remained around my shoulders, letting her kiss
me, and her thighs and calves were wrapped around my waist. I bounced her up
and down quickly, quickening her passion as each drop onto the fullness of my
rod brought her closer to orgasm.
"What?" she gasped, "Where are we, "
"Outside, so that your security can see us," I
explained evilly.
"No!" she squeaked.
"Heaven," I stated. She shook her head so I took
two more steps to the cutback exit in the screens.
"No, no," she insisted then as I took the next
step. "Fine," she said in defeat, but hating me for it.
"You can have her back for the short time she's still
here," she seethed. "The Board will support my decision and that will
be it for her, and probably the rest of you too."
"Don't be bitter, Mel," I teased. "You've
been good to me so I'm going to be good to you. How do you want it?"
She glared at me so I continued talking as I walked us back
to the bed.
"You want to be slammed from behind, don't you? It is
hard to get those girls you break down to do a convincing job of it, yet you
miss being treated like a slut," I verbally prodded her. She'd gone over
too fast to face down and ass sticking out for someone who didn't crave it.
I gently lowered us down to the bed while keeping eye
contact.
"Take off your bra, then roll over on your hands and
knees right here on the edge of the bed. She was torn; she had hold of me at
the moment, but she really wanted to give me my grudge fuck. As she opened her
shirt, I dove into her cleavage, kissing and licking.
She purred hungrily even as she worked her shirt off and
then her bra. While keeping up my torture of her breasts, I hooked her thighs
with my hand and hiked up her legs until I had her splayed out, her knees
pushed halfway to her breasts. I dove down to her muff and ravaged her clitoris
and lips. Doctor Bazz squealed with surprise and pleasure.
Right as my vaginal attention got to be too much for her, I
yanked her ass over the edge, bent her farther over, and returned to chewing on
her nipples. If she was upset that I wasn't immediately fucking her, she was
doing a good job of hiding it. The next time I dove on her cunt, I kept my
fingers on her engorged nipples, teasing to the point pleasure and pain
collided.
I tore up her cunt with a total disregard to patience and
sensitivity. The Chancellor squealed, squirmed, and thrust against me without
inhibition until she growled loud enough to bring any guards, had they been
close enough. She hit her second spasm when I rushed one hand down to her twat
and began to jackhammer two fingers inside her cunt, unrelentingly driving her
eruption from crest to crest.
When her eyes rolled back in her head, I released her, but
only to move to my next stage. I'd promised her a good hard fucking after all.
I took Melrose's hips and repositioned her so that she was face down, her knees
on the edge of the bed and her legs dangling over. I knelt between her thighs
and began licking her from clit to anus.
A few passes into it, I sucked several of my fingers on one
hand until they were really slick while working her cunt over with my other
hand. I think she was a bit surprised when I pressed my first finger against
her anus. As her sphincter gave way, Doctor Bazz finally spoke up.
"Don't you dare," she moaned sensually.
"Don't do this?" I teased her, as I sunk another
half-inch into her rectum.
"Oh, God, yes," she groaned like a wanton whore. I
wiggled in a little farther; Melrose gasped and shook her big ass in my face. I
pulled the finger, she whimpered in need, and I went back to assaulting her cunt
with my tongue and teeth.
"Put it back," she panted.
"If I put it back, I'll have to use two fingers,"
I informed her. Mel coughed in response. I obliged her quiet acquiescence by
teasing her anus once more.
"Ugh, bastard," she grunted. It started out angry
but transformed to sexual in mid-vocalization.
I worked my two fingers in slowly, I didn't want her to
scream and I'm basically not a sadist. I also ameliorated the pain by slipping
my cock back into her cunt seconds later. I developed a slow rhythm, picking up
the pace incrementally until she was really taken aback the moment I bottomed
out in her womb, tickled her cervix, and twisted my two fingers 180 degrees in
her anus.
"Oh, God," she moaned. I began fishing through a
list of affections until I found the one that bit - 'Gorgeous'. That word bit
into her psyche and I decided to use it.
"Oh, fuck, Gorgeous, you are so damn sexy," I
whispered to her. Melrose coughed, then growled. I took the moment to lean on
her back and cruelly grab a breast and begin to aggressively maul it.
"Oh, God, yes!" she exulted heavily. "You are
a filthy-minded, little, huge damn delinquent."
"And you finally got me to ream you good, didn't
you?" I responded.
"Play, play all you like," she groaned, "but I
know how to break you, now."
'Yes', I thought back, 'but I know you want something too.'
About this time I was pretty sure there was no possible way
I was getting away with this. I had fucking silk screen walls, for pity's sake.
Chancellor Bazz was equally sobbing and cursing into my sheets. One second she
was encouraging me to pound her harder, I obliged, and the next second she was
telling me how good it felt.
I will give her this much; the old bird had a lot of sexual
frustration to work out and I was her instrument. Having this game go on and on
certainly wasn't going to work so I had to figure out what I could do that I
wasn't already doing and what would turn her on. I didn't like my answer. I
reached down and took Melrose by the back of her head and pushed her face
deeper into the bed.
First she moaned louder and then her body started to tremble
as she thrust back harder. When the suffocation set in, she struggled to rise
but I was too strong and pressing her down with too much force. The Chancellor reached
back from her vulnerable position and tried to push me off and remove my hand
holding her head down.
She became more and more frantic, undoubtedly fuelled by her
own sense of rage upon the world and mirroring my own hatred of her as my
motivation. Her last explosion of air was a scream into the bed. A fear-fueled
orgasm overwhelmed her with her whole body going rigid, then lurching about.
Now that I'd gotten her off, I let go of her neck, going so
far as to grabbing her shoulder and pull her up for a desperate breath. I
withdrew my fingers from her ass and my cock from her flooded cunt. Melrose lay
boneless on the bed, dazed and incoherent. I put my fists on either side of her
shoulders and leaned over my tormentor and victim.
"You damn near killed me, you bastard," she moaned
heatedly.
"Was the orgasm worth it, knowing this might be the
last thing you feel in this life?" I whispered to her. "Don't answer
because your body told the story already. As much as you hate me, you loved
putting everything on the line like that."
"Shut up," she wheezed. "You know nothing,
Child."
"I know you are lying face-first, mostly naked, on my
bed, freshly fucked, covered in sweat, my cock resting on your open, inviting
ass with your legs spread wide for me, Doctor Bazz. I know I said that the next
time we met I was going to fuck you like I owned you, and I think I've done
that."
"I am, going to, break, all of your girl,
friends," Melrose ground out. "We will see who owns who when this is
over, Mr. Braxton," she gasped once she'd finally calmed down and she
could take an unlabored breath. As I slowly got off of her, she gave out one
last sigh.
"Remember your promise, Chancellor," I cautioned
her.
"I remember all kinds of things," she snapped
back. Doctor Bazz resumed a standing position but was polite enough not to kick
me when I helped her get her panties back on.
"Let's not do this again," I cautioned the
Chancellor. "If we do, I'm going to have to tie you up and abuse all three
of your holes all weekend long."
"The only 'next time' will be my last time using
you," she growled.
"You didn't let me finish, Mel. Next time, after I've
got you warmed up, I'm handing you over to Rio who, trust me, will be a lot
less compassionate than I am. Like you, she's got some anger issues to work
through," I grinned.
"Thank you for putting her back on my radar," she
sneered back sweetly.
"I'm not too worried, Mel," I replied. "You
are a pretty smart woman. You know that with Rio, the pain and risk of
permanent harm isn't just play. She'll be looking forward to making you beg for
your life."
The expectant smile she shot my way chilled the soul. God,
can't you give me some not-so-crazy women to deal with? For once, he gave me a
reply by way of a sudden insight: try not to solve every problem with my cock
and appreciate the sane women who do spend time with me. Doctor Bazz moved past
me so I gently stroked her ass.
"Done?" she snarled while looking straight ahead.
Her anger was betrayed by her hardening nipples.
"Yes. And I apologize, Chancellor. I was only thinking
about your arms bound behind your back while I pounded your cunt at the same
time as Rio slammed you from behind," I said softly.
She rotated her gaze to me, lust and hate warring across her
countenance.
"Every time we are alone together, Melrose," I
breathed into the side of her face as I rubbed a hand down from her stomach to
her crotch, "I am going to have to check out how wet you are." Her
hand flashed down and stopped my progress.
"Or would you rather I check you from behind?" I added
as I ran a hand down her rump.
"Fuck you," she sighed.
"Is that an invitation?" I teased. This was
killing me inside. "Just remember that next time, you are getting that
dildo rammed up your ass."
"Damn you," she seethed once more. "I have to
go before security suspects something." Like they didn't all know
precisely what had been going on? How dumb did she think they were?
Without another word she strode out of my bedroom into the
main area. "What have you found?" she questioned the guards.
Of course they had found nothing damning. They had to be
suspicious of all the TVs and computer stations without internet hook-ups but
no one mentioned a thing.
"This was a colossal waste of time," Melrose said
in an exaggerated display. "Let's go." Doctor Bazz led the way down
the stairs but stumbled on the first step.
The last guard in line smirked at me.
"Do you miss Dana much?" I inquired quietly.
"And how," she rolled her eyes. "Tonight was
a total bust. Anyone with half a brain knew you expected a raid tonight and
would have everything stashed somewhere else. All this overtime is good for my
paycheck but I'd kill for a good night's sleep."
"Oh, you are preaching to the choir, ma'am," I
chuckled, "preaching to the choir."
I went back to my room and lay down. Sleep did not come
easy. I knew that the Science Club's cameras had recorded the events of the
past half hour; I just had to figure out what to do with them, besides get
Heaven back.
Rolling Off the Bottom
I had grabbed a shower around 2:00 so I wasn't really
surprised that a dozen feet came running up my steps at 6:15. I was barely able
to prop myself up in the bed when Rio came storming in.
"What's up, dude?" she said as she plopped down.
"Planning to forgo cleanliness?"
"I showered earlier," I told them. Valerie, Iona,
Opal, Brandi and Barbie Lynn all came in and sat around me. Barbie Lynn was the
first to clue in that something was off.
"What's wrong, Honey?" she asked with concern.
"My room was raided last night," I answered. It
wasn't the total truth but I wasn't sure how I felt about my actions with the
Chancellor the night before, much less how my friends would take it.
"Well, you are still here so they didn't find anything,
so what is it?" Opal prodded.
"Ladies, can I keep this plan to myself?" I
requested.
"Of course," Iona responded. Sadly, she seemed to
be the only one who appeared ready to let the situation lie.
"Don't make us get all CSI on your ass," Rio
teased. "You know we'll eventually figure it out so you might as well tell
us." I studied her for a few seconds.
"I ass-raped the Chancellor in order to get Heaven
back," I told her in a dead-even tone. It was an empty joy to see that
most of them realized too late they really didn't want to know after all.
"What did she say?" Barbie Lynn came to my rescue.
"Are we getting Heaven back?"
"She promised me, and I have reason to believe she'll
actually honor it," I replied.
"Well, Rio finally kicked in, "How was she?"
"Why do you think I took a shower earlier?" I
pointed out. "I've never used sex that way and I pray it never happens
again."
"Don't beat yourself up over this," Brandi
consoled me. "You did say that being young means you get to do stupid
shit?" I don't recall using those exact words but still,
"I think we can agree to not talk about this outside of
this room," Opal added.
"So do you know of any Thai Sexual Cleansing ritual
that will help you get over last night?" Brandi grinned mischievously. I
chuckled.
"We'd love to help," Barbie Lynn chimed in.
"Thank you, ladies," I smiled, "but I think I
need to get my head on straight before diving back into the pleasurable side of
this school. I need to know if I did the right thing or not."
On that cheery note we all began to move toward the stairs and
out into the world. In the stairwell Valerie cornered me, put a hand on my
chest to impede my progress, and motioned to me that she had somethi
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April 21 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 21
Christian College
Sex Comedy: Part 21
Beyond Bed Breakfast
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
podcast at Explicit
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Defiance
is not common because to rebel is to become
friendless
"What is it with you and butt-sex? Not that I mind, but
you seem obsessed with it," Tawny asked.
"I don't care one way or another, actually. I'm in a
Christian school so vaginal virginity is a normal expectation, so it is oral
and anal sex for me," I explained. "With Paige, my desire is based on
her blanket rejection of the idea before we'd had sex at all. If I let her hold
herself back because of an irrational fear, I would be doing her a disservice.
I owe it to every lover to give it my all."
"I hate Christina," Tawny muttered.
"Why?" I inquired as we walked down the street.
"We agreed that if either one of us were to sleep with
you, we would warn the other one first," she regaled me with this bit of
unexpected news.
"I suppose that I could complain about you ladies
making deals concerning my time and body without consulting me, or maybe how,
having told me this, I won't sleep with either one of you, or perhaps I'll
simply announce how I'm going to another school in another state next semester
but I'm done with the bluster and pissy-ness for a while," I sighed.
"Instead, I'm going to exact a promise from you
two," I stated. Tawny and I stopped walking and stared into each other's
eyes. "The loser has to get the winner's name tattooed on their ass.
That's my condition."
"That's nuts," Tawny chuckled. "I'm not going
to have another girl's name tattooed on my ass."
"Then drop out of your little agreement if you think
I'm not worth it or that you will lose," I suggested. Tawny didn't reply,
instead walking down the street once more.
"We could have sex right now if you want," I said
once we were side-by-side again.
"You would break your pledge for me?" Tawny asked.
"If you want to see Christina's ass with your name
tattooed on it," I answered.
"She'd never forgive either of us," Tawny noted.
"Absolutely. She'd get the tat but she'd be very
disappointed in us both," I agreed.
"Is this how you repay me for saving you inside the
warehouse?" Tawny questioned.
"I'm not treating you like a sorority president or a
graduating senior; I'm treating you like a desirable woman, a potential lover,
and someone forced to think on an entirely personal, selfish level for
once," I said. "I respect you enough to give you a moral
challenge." Tawny stopped and pulled out her phone and dialed up a number
but hesitated before sending it.
"Hello, Christina; Tawny here," she started.
"I have Zane with me outside the party and am seriously thinking about
requesting him to have sex with me." I missed what Christina said.
"Yes, I made him aware of the bet and he agreed anyway, but added that you
would tattoo my name on your ass if we did it tonight. Is that
acceptable?"
Again, I missed Christina's comment.
"Oh, he is very aware that you would be disappointed in
him, and he did a good job of leading me on but he has no intention of
following through on his little dare; he loves you too much. I almost fell for
his ruse but then he revealed how much he cared about me and I figured it
out," Tawny grinned at me, leaving me embarrassed. Christina spoke again.
"Yes, I guess that means I might get 'Christina'
tattooed to my ass. It is worth it," Tawny related to Christina. "I
knew you would want to hear about this, he's still pining away for you."
Christina got off a statement and Tawny laughed. "We should get together
for dinner sometime, Christina, just the two of us. Take care now."
"She wants you to know they won the game 3-1,"
Tawny told me as she put away her phone.
"I'm not sure I want to marry you," Tawny mused.
"You are very complicated and you could be a bit more truthful in your
dealings."
"My Uncle Tim sort of beat that honesty out of me but
I'll make an effort on your behalf," I allowed.
"Zane, that woman on the motorcycle is looking at us
intently. Do you know her?" Tawny cautioned me. It was Willa and I didn't
expect to see her tonight.
"Willa?" I called out to the biker chick. She
responded by waving a thin plastic card in my direction. It looked a lot like
my fake ID I'd requested as a joke. "Tawny, hang back," I said in a
serious tone.
"Hey, Zane, I was curious to see your car parked down
the street," Willa said as she dismounted her ride. "I thought you
might be going to the Fallout Shelter and I wanted to talk with you
first."
"I wasn't planning on it," I replied. "Willa,
this is Tawny. She's a senior at UV. Tawny, this is Willa; she's a Warlord
motorcycle club member and she helped save Rio Thursday night."
"Have you come to regret that decision yet?" Tawny
asked Willa. Willa was uncertain for a second, then she smiled.
"Not yet, but I haven't see her again either,"
Willa answered.
"Please remember that Zane loves her dearly,"
Tawny said. "He'd become really upset if she ended up hospitalized or
worse."
"I figured that out when he took on thirty Warlords in
order to rescue her after she made a colossal screw up," Willa informed
Tawny.
She handed me the fake ID, which I examined.
"Hey," I complained, "this says I'm Ruckus
Tanner, a sixty-eight-year-old black man."
"No, it does not," she squawked as she ripped the
card back and examined it.
Since the ID said I was G. Zane Braxton, had my picture, and
told the world I was 21, Willa looked up and glared at me.
"Not funny," she snapped. I imagine she'd leapt
through a few hoops with the Feds to get me this thing this quickly.
"That's Zane being an ass once more," Tawny mocked
me. "He does that to diffuse uncomfortable situations he finds himself in.
The thing is, what is he uncomfortable about? Hi, we haven't been formally
introduced. I'm Tawny Flores, President of the UV Kappa Sigma sorority."
"Hmm, what was sex with him like?" Willa asked.
"We've never had sex, she's just a friend, nothing to
discuss," I interrupted.
"No, I have not had sex with Zane, but I have been in
bed with him totally naked. It is kind of a delicious memory I use from time to
time," Tawny moaned sensually. "The thing is, what is your favorite
Zane memory, and why didn't he tell you who I was?"
"Zane, do you have a favorite memory of me?" Willa
questioned me.
"Your heels digging into my ass as you wrapped your
legs around me and the tips of our tongues touched," I declared instantly.
Willa blinked, somewhat startled at my accurate recall.
"Do you have one of me?" Tawny inquired as she
came up and put a hand on my shoulder as she positioned herself to my right
side and slightly back.
"Yes. It involves something about getting over 'that
heartache'," I responded. Tawny squeezed my shoulder with some empathy for
the memory. Willa looked to us for the context.
"Him, me and his girlfriend, his real girlfriend, on
another sister's bed; we were clothed and he was completely naked and totally
aroused," Tawny smiled happily with the memory.
"Zane, why didn't you jump her bones?" Willa
looked me over.
"I knew I was outmatched after that first kiss," I
embellished the truth.
"To be fair to Zane, he didn't have any clothes to put
on and we weren't the two girls he'd been having sex with," Tawny
snickered. "His confidence may have been shaken."
"I find that hard to believe," Willa joked. I
huffed and started down the street once more. Willa and Tawny fell in behind me
in hushed conversation that I did my best to ignore. I walked down one more
block, then turned to the left and entered a more occupied area. I also noted
the sign for the Fallout Shelter.
The Fallout Shelter
I looked over my shoulder and caught Willa studying me.
"Willa, do you know this place?" I asked. I
figured she was actually hanging around to see if I was going to meet with
Belle tonight and I was giving her some choices to make.
"It's a nice place," Willa shrugged. "More of
a college crowd hangout, though."
"Tawny?" I inquired.
"I've been inside a few times but they are more of an
alternative rock crowd. But since we are here, we might as well take a
look," Tawny reasoned. I was sure Willa wasn't happy with that answer but
she followed us in anyway.
As per custom, I was carded at the door by this
solid-looking blonde guy named Bill running off toward premature baldness who
could have used a few less beers and a few more days at the gym. By the look of
his knuckles and face, he was familiar with fighting if not avoiding blows. He
gave my new ID a cursory glance, almost handed it back, then froze. His eyes
went from bored to furious in a second.
Willa pushed me forward into the club before Bill could
react We had to immediately race down a set of stairs because the Fallout
Shelter had cut out the first floor so that the main floor was the old
basement. Around the place was a series of catwalks that let you traverse the
place above the chaos.
Once on the main floor we migrated toward the bar. A band
with a lot of volume and some sort of political message rendered largely
unintelligible by the lead singer/bassist slurring or screaming his words was
in the midst of their set so we got there quickly. Belle finished serving up
beers to two girls who had this wiccan/goth thing going on, including
dreadlocks.
Belle's eyes took in the three of us, then settled back on
me with a wicked gleam.
"So, how did you get past Bill, who's the serious
bitch, and I'm afraid I have to card you," Belle grinned. I handed her my
new card. She looked it over, her grin becoming a smile. "This is a good
one," she nodded, and handed it back.
"Bill recognized me but Willa shoved us past him before
he could punch me," I informed Belle.
"He'll be down here soon enough. Lee, the head bouncer,
knows about his temper and won't let him come down for a few minutes. Let me
get you some drinks. Grab a table and I'll be right over," Belle told us.
A small group of UV kids broke away from a table. One guy
got sick, his buddy took him toward the bathrooms, and the boy/girl couple took
their absence as an excuse to slip off. We grabbed their seats and took in an
awkward moment. It was broken by the arrival of Belle and some beers. She put
one down in front of Tawny and then Belle, then put two down in front of me.
As I was figuring that out, Belle straddled me and sat so we
faced one another. She had a seductive twist to her lips, part impish, part
desire. She leaned in and started kissing me deeply without preamble and
pushing her hips into mine. I had dire duo distraction of Belle having shed her
bra behind the bar and her being in a crop-top red Harley-Davidson t-shirt.
Belle kept pushing into me so I rested my hands on her hips
and tried to push her back gently. Belle was having none of that. My seat began
tilting back and I opted for a more aggressive strategy. I let my hands migrate
up her waist and around to her back until I hooked both her shoulders. This had
the added benefit of pulling the front of the shirt tight against her breasts.
"Does this happen to him much?" Willa asked Tawny.
"You've obviously never seen the footage of my sorority
tying him to a cross out in the woods," Tawny responded. "So, yes,
this happens to him more than any person I've ever known."
"Does it bother you that we are both here on a Saturday
night watching him make out with somebody else?" Belle inquired next.
"I don't know about you but Zane needs me," Tawny
mused. "He has a severe lack of guy friends so some of us ladies have to
step up and be his wingman, woman."
"Do you think he has a problem with male-bonding?"
Willa questioned.
Had I not had a mouthful of Belle's tongue pinning my own
tongue down, I would have told them I had plenty of guy friends in Thailand and
in my old private school.
As this was going on my chair kept edging farther and
farther over until it started to topple. Belle lashed out with her feet,
catching the bottom of the table with her heels while her body pressed down on
me. I slid my hand down her back to her jeans. I tried to wiggle a hand inside
but her jeans were far too tight, a fact she gloated over.
"Sorry," Belle teased me, "but you're not
getting in." Me, I've always loved a challenge. I moved my hands around,
popped her top button, and unzipped her pants slowly. I imagine three of us
were waiting for Belle to drop the hammer on me but she didn't. When she didn't
I slipped my left hand inside the front of her panties and snaked my right
around to her ass-cheek.
Belle was still doing her level best to overwhelm my breath
control and take away my last breath. She might have forced me to break contact
first if she had been able to stifle her own moan as my hands stroked her pubic
hair and cupped her ass. Even as we went back to the face-dancing, I noticed
more than a few covetous gazes being shot our way. Belle really was some kind
of college-boy tease.
I could now push my hands closer together by reaching
underneath her. I rubbed against her clit with my middle and ring fingers,
doubling back for the sensation before dipping into her thick, creamy, and
steaming-hot cunt. My right trekked down and stretched the sanctity of her
anus. Belle bucked up against me several times in rapid succession.
"Should we get some ice to throw on them?" Tawny
muttered.
"Maybe we should get them a private room." Willa
countered. For a counterpoint to the shit my other two women were giving me, I
wedged a third finger into her cunt and began stroking her sweet spot.
"Oh, hell no," Belle gasped. She stopped kissing
me and dove into my ear which she worried with savagely applied teeth. I
growled through the pain and increased my rhythm and depth of my attentions.
Her anus gave way and I was fucking her from both sides simultaneously, causing
her gyrations to become much more intense and erratic.
Belle let go of my ear and rested her chin on my shoulder in
one last ditch effort to stave off her climax. I turned on the pressure and the
dam broke. I lashed up with my feet to connect with the table to stop us from
falling over as Belle's body thrashed against mine and she screamed into my
shoulder, the biting down with the teeth I could have done without.
I was relentless and merciless to Belle now. I pinched and
twisted her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger; at the same time I
slipped the first digit of a second finger into her rectum. Belle hiccupped,
gave a jolt, and began screaming and thrashing again. At the same time she
started sobbing between screams, muffled somewhat by her fist, which she was
chewing on.
With the second orgasm over, I relented and let her nestle
against my chest, breathing heavily.
"I so need to get laid," Willa muttered.
"Amen to that. And to think he's next door to me every
weekend with easy access to his second story window," Tawny agreed. I
began righting Belle when she pressed her hands against me and sat up.
"Keep your hands were they are," she murmured
playfully. "Best damn orgasm I've had in years," she directed to our
table companions, "and then he stacked another righteous one on top of
that. I hate to say it but Tara (her twin sister, the Sheriff's Deputy) was
right about this guy; I want one of my own."
"Don't you already have a boyfriend?" I mentioned.
"Bill. Eh, he's got the equipment but he's a quick
shooter. If I'm lucky, I get thirty seconds (ouch!) and then its 'get me
another beer' or he rolls over and goes to sleep," Belle enlightened us.
"How is his foreplay?" Tawny inquired.
"He laps like a dog," Belle shrugged, "and
his fingers are strictly in and out like a piston. Who are you again?" She
addressed Tawny. Tawny finished her little spiel right when a shadow fell upon
my life. Bill had arrived.
"What the fuck?" Bill growled as he took in me,
Belle, and what I was doing to her, mainly pumping her fore and aft at a slow,
gentle pace. "I'm going to pound you," he directed at me.
"Oh, shut up, Bill," Belle sneered. "If I'm
going to steal one of Tara's men, I'm going to make it the new one. Besides,
he's done more for me in ten minutes than you've done for me all year, and
since he's not trying to bore me to death with all that sports talk, I guess
this is time to say we are done. Bye-bye."
"You sow," Bill redirected his anger and balled up
his fists. Of course, insulting a woman makes me do stupid things. I started to
withdraw my hands and stand when Belle put a finger to my lips.
"Hush now, Zane," she smiled. "I got
this." She looked over her shoulder at Willa.
"Is that fucking chivalry or what?" she laughed at
my attempted action. Turning back to Bill, "If I have to dismount this
man, I'm going to stomp your ass, and you know I can. You hit me once and I put
you in the hospital, or do I need to remind you?" she said evenly.
"I got you this fucking job. I got you the fucking
place you live in, Bitch," Bill snarled.
"You can keep the god-damn job and I'll be out by the
end of the month," Belle shot back. Bill clenched and unclenched his fists
tightly before turning and storming off.
"Okay, what was that all about?" I wondered.
"Meh, this shit was getting old," Belle told me.
"I'll crash with Willa until I figure out what I want to do next."
Willa's look was not one of ecstatic expectation, I was
positive that none of this had been planned out before we walked through the
door.
"Belle, I hope I haven't sent you the wrong message,"
I started. "I am in school and it is a girl's school at that. I only
stopped in to say hi." Belle returned to her rocking motion on my lap.
"Don't sweat it, college-boy," Belle grinned,
"Scratch that, girl's college-boy; I do what I want, go where I want, and
take what I want. So, now that you've got me off, what can I do for you?"
"You, me, and Tara in a three-way," was my gut
response. Belle stopped moving and Willa looked grim. Tawny, like me, was
ignorant of what I'd done wrong.
"Why?" Belle asked, with an undercurrent of menace
that I didn't miss.
"You two are like a volcano and the sea, opposites that
I bet are explosive and sizzling when you meet," I related.
"We are twins, Zane," Belle informed me.
"On the outside, maybe, but inside, sexually, you two
are very different. You are not polar opposites but more like two separate
paintings that use the same canvas and set of paints but go in totally
different directions expressively," I explained.
"So who's better, Tara or me?" was her next
question. Tawny snorted.
"Two totally different women. I mean, with you, I'd
like to fuck you in the coat room of a black tie affair with High Society one
thin wall away," I said. I could see from Belle's expression she wasn't
getting what I was saying, implying that I'd hide her away, be my dirty little
secret. "You in sheer black stockings and matching garter belt and
half-bra, yummy."
"Whoa, I have to admit that sounds lick-able,"
Willa noted. Belle was also reassessing my intentions and smiled.
"With Tara, I'd like to break into a bed warehouse and
test out a few of
1 hr 6 min
April 21 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 19
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 19
It Doesn t Matter, and I Don t Understand.
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
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Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the
world to regret how you ended up this way
"You are so good to me, Zane, and I appreciate
it," Barbie Lynn murmured. "You never give me less than 100% and I've
never felt like you take me for granted."
"It is you and only you, Sarah, Cindy, Eve, umm, help
me out here," I grinned. Barbie Lynn lilted in the voice of an angel while
she pressed off the glass with her upper body and leveraged down onto my cock.
I shifted one hand off an ass cheek to move it to the back of
her neck and pull her face in and up to mine. She also constricted her anal
muscles around my shaft, concentrating on my cockhead.
"Does this make my body more familiar to you?" she
panted, our lips only inches away.
"Not as much as these eyes, these eyes of my own
beautiful seraph," I whispered.
Barbie Lynn completed the kiss. Her hips rotated up slightly
and mine shifted lower and under so that my penetration reached deep inside.
For thirty seconds we kept the tender kiss going before she had to break free.
"Oh, Jesus, Zane, this feels so good, I can't, oh, Lord
Jesus," she gasped out as I shifted out, then back in rhythmically.
"More time, I want more time with you, Zane,"
Barbie Lynn panted with a heavy breath.
"We have tests this afternoon and Vivian is
waiting," I shook my head in disappointment. Fierce passion engulfed both
of us. Clearly, I got my money's worth from the contractor who had installed
the shower because the glass wall didn't give way despite our enthusiasm.
"Lord Jesus loves, ," Barbie Lynn screamed across
campus. Her arms locked my head and shoulders in place, her face grinding into
my chest. Her torso desperately tried to impale her hole deeper onto my rod.
Her scream degenerated to an uncontrolled growling against me while I kept her
back to the glass and up against my body.
"Zane, I know I've been really needy today but you've
been so kind and understanding, and I appreciate you putting up with me the
kind way you have," Barbie Lynn snuggled into me. "You are the
best."
That's what I wanted to talk to Barbie Lynn about, taking me
for granted and using me like a sex toy. Boy, I just saved myself from acting
like a total ass!
"Babe, you are better than I deserve." I kissed
her neck as I lowered her legs down to the tiled floor. "If I ever take
you for granted, promise me you'll kiss me, rub your body against me front and
back, and then walk away. I guarantee you I'll fall on my knees and beg for
forgiveness."
"I like it when you beg," she said with a glimmer
in her eye.
"Why am I being nice to you again?" I teased.
Barbie Lynn simply let her eyes go wide and innocent with a cute little smile
on her face. "Oh, yeah," I whistled, "you give me hope,
happiness, and warmth in good times and bad."
"My body has nothing to do with it?" she questioned
in a coquettish fashion.
"It's passable," I shrugged as I cut the water
off, "but I hope you will fill out one day, you know, quit the training
bra and become a little more womanly." Mind you, Barbie Lynn hadn't seen a
training bra in ten years. Hourglasses went to Barbie for lessons on how they
should be shaped and her ass was the perfect balance between fantasy
cheerleader and soccer girl.
"Thank you for spending time with someone as poorly
endowed as me," she purred.
"I admit that I'm holding out for Doctor Burns. He's
got it going on," I struggled to say convincingly. Barbie Lynn fought
valiantly to hold back her reaction to the thought of seeing our
over-70-year-old male Biology teacher in any sexual manner.
"Burns without his clothes on is an image I could have
forever gone without," she shuddered.
"Gosh, I value you more than my own personal desires so
I guess I'm stuck with you, Barbie Lynn," I sighed playfully.
"Would you two get out of the shower!" barked
Vivian. She was sitting in a chair in the main room.
We stepped out of the shower, grabbed the waiting towels,
and began drying each other off. Vivian surprised me by keeping a somewhat
detached eye on the two of us. Maybe she wanted to make sure Barbie Lynn and I
didn't turn drying into fondling, thus ending up with us rolling on the tiled
floor. The floor would be uncomfortable but having hot, sweaty Barbie Lynn
flesh pressing into me, I put this on my 'to do' list.
We quickly got dressed and moved to where Vivian was
standing and waiting. It wasn't until we were making our way to the elevator
that Vivian spoke.
"Barbie Lynn, would you take the elevator? Zane and I
need to take the stairs," she said.
"Sure thing, Vivian," Barbie Lynn smiled. She
stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips. "I'll see ya Sunday night,
slugger."
"I kinda, sorta have a standing date with Heaven,"
I cautioned her, "so if you come by, be careful." I didn't miss
Vivian rolling her eyes in exasperation. The elevator came and took Barbie Lynn
away. I waved Vivian to the stairwell, held the door for her, and together we
went down.
"What are we going to do?" I broke the
insufferable silence.
"What do you mean?" Vivian evaded.
"Damn it!" I snapped. Since I stopped moving,
Vivian decided to stop too.
"Yes?" she looked to me with what I was learning
to read was a disarming friendliness.
"I want to make you happy but I don't want to change,
Vivian," I grumbled. "So, what are we going to do?"
"How much of your time and energy are you willing to
devote to Christ?" she countered. I had to think that over. Monday was no
good; it was Recovery night. Tuesday was 'make it up to the girls' night.
Wednesday was Specialty Night, Thursday, that was no good; it was Orgy Night.
Friday was first date night, Saturday was SYFY/Party night and Sunday was
second-date night.
"I am on a committee at Church on Wednesday nights and
I go to both Sunday school and Church service on Sundays," I offered.
"Isn't that enough religious stuff?"
"Zane, do you have sex at Church?" Vivian pierced me
with her eyes. I was so boned because while I was preparing some sort of verbal
obfuscation, Vivian sighed and looked down at the stairs.
"Why do I even bother?" she moaned with despair.
She looked up at me, clearly in pain, "It is a Church, Zane. Doesn't that
mean anything to you? Because it definitely means something to me."
"Vivian, it is a building, made of stained glass,
brick, stone, and lumber," I responded heatedly, "and I don't need
any of those to be in God's presence."
"It was sex in a church," Vivian nearly screamed.
"Come on, now, do you respect anything at all?"
"You are right, I don't respect a building simply
because someone declares it to be holy. I don't recall my vote being consulted.
I don't respect people who bully with scripture but won't study the original
Greek and Latin texts it was written in to learn what was really said. I don't
respect anyone who refuses to think for themselves and listens to some two-bit
liar like Pastor William."
"He is your pastor," Vivian growled back. "He
deserves, "
"Nothing," I snapped. "He's an adulterer, and
I've seen it with my own two eyes so don't you dare lecture me on him. If you
defend him, it is only because you don't know shit about him."
Vivian glared at me but I could see she was trying to see if
I was making stuff up.
"I respect you, Vivian, and that's no lie," I
continued. "Since our fight I haven't a clue what to do with you but I
have respected you. You believe in give and take; you believe in consequences
and redemption. The only other person I've met like you is Iona. I trust Iona
with more than my life; I trust her with Rio's."
"Right now you are pissing the hell out of me, but that
doesn't change the fact that I trust you and respect you," I added.
"I don't need someone with spiritual authority to tell me what to do; my
heart does that for me."
"Zane, it is the constant sex," Vivian groaned.
"I thought I could take it but it never seems to slow down with you."
I had to think that over.
"Vivian, you can't confuse love and sex," I
insisted. "You are in love with your boyfriend and you two have been
through some rough patches and survived. Sex without passion is masturbation,
Vivian. If you are ever tempted, fall back on your love for that man because
when you love something, there is nothing you will let stand in your way."
I could see the turn in the argument defused some of
Vivian's wrath and sent her mind down different pathways.
"Okay, then why is it okay for you to have sex without
love?" Vivian said as we resumed our progress downstairs.
"I love in different ways, Vivian. I love Iona and Rio
as best friends, there is nothing I wouldn't do for them. I love Heaven and
Paige because they do for me things that make me want to do for them right
back. I love Brandi and Opal because they are fun and they give me the space to
be me. I love Barbie Lynn, well, just because it feels natural and right.
Christina, Christina, I will always love without cause or reason. I love
her," I related.
"If Christina asked you to stop seeing all those other
women, would you?" Vivian asked with a glimmer of hope.
"I don't know. Our pseudo-agreement lets me have my
college years to go wild before I give it all up to be a good husband and
father," I replied. "Are you thinking of going to Christina and
asking for her help with me?"
"Yes. Yes, I am," Vivian told me.
"The only problem with that plan is that it requires
Christina to declare her feelings toward me and make a commitment about what
she wants to do with me," I pointed out. "Good luck with that."
We hit the bottom of the stairs at a run and raced through
the halls and doors on our way to the Dining Hall. We found Christina and
company waiting outside for us when we got there.
Christian handed a thick envelope over, my bribe to Deacon
of the Warlord's motorcycle gang.
"Heaven, date night Sunday? I've found a theater
playing Hugo," I asked my fox-faced girl.
"What? You think you can ask me out on Friday for a
date on Sunday? What kind of girl do you think I am?" she growled.
"Heaven, you weren't here for most of the week, and you
have to admit the world had gone crazy. Come on, Babe," I pleaded.
"I'll have to think about it," Heaven grumbled.
Behind her back all her other friends were stifling their grins. All those
grins fell behind impassive masks when Heaven turned around facing them and
stomped back and forth.
"What's the problem, Heaven?" Hope asked.
"Barbie Lynn comes skipping across the yard from her
dorm with a smile that outshines the Sun, Heaven began.
"She said she's been doing intensive physical therapy,"
Christina interrupted. Yay! I've graduated to being considered exercise
equipment.
"Harrumph," Heaven grunted. "How come his
hair is wet? Besides, he's taking another girl home for the weekend."
"It's Iona," Chastity explained. "Think about
how wound up he's going to be by Sunday evening, because you know he's not
going to do anything Iona's uncomfortable with."
"Yes," added Faith, "he'll be ready to knock
'em out of the ballpark after a whole weekend of physical denial. Maybe you
shouldn't go out with him; he's probably going to be pretty fierce."
Heaven glared at all her friends before turning on me.
"Fine, I'll go out with you, but if I can still walk by
curfew, you had better know I'm going to make next week hell for you. Are we
clear?" Heaven threatened.
"Is that all Zane is to you, a sexual release
valve?" Vivian gasped before I could answer Heaven. "You are making
light of a serious moral struggle for him."
"Vivian, Zane was the first man to tell me he loved me
and I've believed," Christina said.
"He saved me from a fight and academic troubles by
putting his body on the line," Chastity added.
"Me too," continued Hope.
"He pretty much saved my life," Faith chimed in,
which oddly twisted back to ruining her life with Christina and company when I
exposed her as the Chancellor's spy. Maybe the girls had made up somehow.
"He's put up with more of my crap than I care to get
into. He loves me for who I am, and he's my lover and boyfriend," Heaven
clarified. "If you spent one night with Zane making love, you would know
I'm more of an addict than anything else. It is just that I get, grumpy when
he's not around every minute of every day."
Everyone's eyes sort of gravitated toward me.
"You are all great women but I have to go to
class," I grinned, then took off. Vivian raced to catch up with me.
"Do you have commitment issues?" she panted beside
me.
"No. I was getting hard. All that feminine compassion
directed my way was getting me sexually aroused and they were all staring at my
crotch," I explained. "I figured running away was the best resolution
for what was coming down the pipeline."
"Have you ever considered chemical castration?"
Vivian asked.
WHAT?
The last quarter of the school day went rather well,
considering I had to juggle balls once between classs. (Apparently I resemble a
dancing bear or something.) My second chore required me to bounce a soccer ball
on my knees for a trip to the soccer field. Considering some of the crap I've
had to do here, I almost volunteered to do it walking backwards.
Karate started out so surprisingly normal (not my normal,
but normal-normal), I should have known better. We had barely finished warming
up and stretching when Gabrielle Black walked into the room. She stood against
the far wall poised for our dispersal into teams. When first team knelt and
waited for Coach Gorman's instructions for today, Gabrielle made her approach.
"Coach Gorman, we seem to have had some difficulty
connecting so I decided this would be the best place to meet," Gabrielle
said in a deceptively upbeat manner.
"I'm teaching a class," Gorman replied deadpan.
"I teach several classes. I guess that makes me a teacher. In fact, I'm
teaching right now, get lost."
"I'd rather not." Gabrielle gave her deadliest
smile. "Care to make me?" They really need to start psychological
testing of the staff at FFU, or at least stop giving them daily doses of
testosterone.
"Since reason and rationality have clearly avoided you
like the plague," Gorman growled, "why don't you tell me what you
have in mind?"
"A little sparing match," Gabrielle suggested.
"So you really need to see if you can kick my ass, or
is it just that you have to be Alpha bitch?" Gorman countered. Several of
the more religious-minded students gasped, but they didn't realize this wasn't
a game.
Someone needed to do something, and of course it had to be
me. I didn't very well have the time to overdose Rio with caffeine and throw
her at Gabrielle. Besides, I am sure that's a war crime.
"Me first!" I declared as I broke free of my
second-team circle and walked toward the two adults. This was the point where I
expected one or both of the women to tell me to ass out, mind my own business,
I'm stupid, or something.
Gabrielle stepped back and stripped off her jacket and
slipped off each boot. I figured that since I was about to die, I'd best get
rid of my gi; that way they'd have something to drape over my lifeless eyes.
"Zane, what are you doing?" Cappadocia belatedly
hissed at me.
"Eh, you know, sometimes a woman has to be put in her
place," I joked. It wasn't like Gabrielle was going to take it easy on me
in the first place. Several girls laughed at what they were sure was levity on
my part. You see, I was about to become a legend. Unfortunately, it was the
legend of Don Quixote, damn fucking windmills dressed in tight black
form-fitting outfits.
To the credit of my limited intellect, I approached this
fight with a totally different philosophy than any I'd faced before. I
discarded every tenet of Thai kick-boxing (except the one that says never do
anything that will make the lady-boys mock you). I went completely defensive,
abandoning any hope of striking Gabrielle. I figured if such an opportunity
presented itself, it would only be a trap.
It took Gabrielle about two seconds to unravel my master
plan, then she was on me like a fart in an airplane bathroom, choking the life
out of you with nowhere to run. Because I am such a badass, it took Gabrielle
eight more seconds to land a telling blow. I staggered back but instead of
coming at me, she shifted to my side. Since I had my arms up to defend my head,
she was slipping out of my field of vision. There was an added bonus; I
discovered I couldn't hear her move over the mats.
I somersaulted in the other direction which bought me a few
more seconds, but I never regained my feet. Once more she opted to shift to my
flank than come head-on. A man on his knees cannot out-turn a woman on her
feet. I caught her knee in my shoulder, propelling me face-first into the mat.
I tried to turn with the blow so I could keep eyes on her.
Gabrielle slammed into my shoulder blade and I slapped the
mat hard. I pressed up with my arms but Gabrielle was on my back so fast I
might as well have been standing still. For a second our legs struggled as she
tried to put me into a leg lock. Then her body rolled over on me and drove
three fingers into my spine right above the coccyx. Blinding pain exploded over
my body and I screamed.
I wasn't paralyzed but I didn't need to be; I was in too
much God-damn pain. Gabrielle's body was tight against my back. One hand cupped
my chin and the other was placed on the back of my skull. She gave my head a
quarter-twist.
"You are dead," she whispered. Technically, she
would have merely snapped my spine at the base of my skull. My cells would have
struggled on for a few more minutes but that hardly seemed to be the point.
Gabrielle stood up within inches of me and gave me an
emotionless, pitiless stare.
"Did you get what you wanted?" she asked softly.
"We'll see," I grunted, then rolled onto my back.
"Did you put me in my place?" she queried next.
I had to chuckle, then I had to choke back on the pain.
"Oh, yeah, we are perfectly placed."
Seeing her brows crowd together in displeasure, I added with
a pained gasp, "You've clearly never stood on a mirror and looked up at
your cleavage the way I am now." Gabrielle reached down and touched my
wrist before letting her fingers work up to my elbow. She pulled me up quite
rapidly and gave me a soulless, piercing gaze.
"You are insane," Gabrielle noted. That wasn't
said as a joke or a condemnation. She said it as if she was recognizing a
kindred spirit. When you are ten years old, being best friends with an assassin
sounds pretty cool. Most of us grow out of that. After all, being buddies with
a person who has a casual disregard for human life might come back to haunt you
if they ever decide you are an encumbrance they can do without.
"When I beat you, can I draw a smiley face on your
forehead?" I blurted out. Why did I say those things? Maybe it was a brain
tumor, or maybe Gabrielle was right and I am insane. Maybe my buddy Don Quixote
was telling me the windmill is still standing.
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Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the
world to regret how you ended up this way
Yes, Rio," Mercy wiggled in even tighter, "you can
annoy me whenever you want."
I was starting to seriously work over Heaven's butthole when
I caught Barbie Lynn move her lips over to Rio's ear.
"You rock," Barbie Lynn whispered to my 'Bro'. Rio
kept her eyes shut but grunted in disgust. She was a stone-cold pitiless
bad-ass who cared about nothing and nobody, just ask her.
"Are you putting your whole god-damn fist up my
ass?" Heaven hissed.
"That's my thumb, ya big baby," I quietly teased.
We owed it to our bed buddies to keep the noise down as much as possible.
"That's right, Big Daddy, tear my poor little hinny
up," she pouted devilishly. She was on top so she had to press her tits
hard against me to whisper in my ear. "Next time I want to be alone so you
can treat me like your dog-bitch, press my face into a pillow to stifle my
screams, and drill me deeper than you've ever reached before."
"Are you trying to make me cum before I even get inside
you?" I gasped.
"Oh, God, no," Heaven squeaked. "Don't you
dare, please," she begged. "You make me feel so good. I'm sorry I
teased you. We can take it slow if you want."
"If you want to make me happier, play with yourself and
let me feel it," I breathed.
Heaven struggled for words before giving up and grunting.
Her hips shook as she accelerated her hand's manipulations of her cock, which
rested tightly against my stomach. At the same time, I switched up my one thumb
with three fingers in her rectum. Heaven gave a choked whimper as she took my
intrusion tentatively, then pushed down even harder.
As my bulbous head pressed past her sphincter, Heaven
hiccupped and tears welled in her eyes.
"I, I, did the calculations," she gulped. "If
I, have sex with you, every twelve hours, my rectum will, adjust so sex, will
be more, fun."
"You figured this all out?" I teased.
"Purely scientific, I swear," she grinned.
"It is, not because, I want to, fuck you, all the time."
"I respect you for your mind, Heaven, but this time I
think you might be too close to the subject matter," I tickled her back.
She took hold of my cock.
"Too close to this," she gulped. I swiveled my
hips back and forth, sending my cock deeper and deeper into Heaven. She
eventually gave up any hopes of a coherent argument and curled herself onto my
chest, panting.
"Hello, Lover," I told her in near silence.
"Thank you, my Bitch," she responded between
kisses to the line where the jaw meets the throat. The rest of what either one
of us wanted to say was lost as I rocked my hips up, propelling my cock even
deeper into her bowels.
Heaven clawed at my chest as her sexual tension ramped up.
Eventually, our symmetry brought Heaven struggling to the end of her road.
"Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend," she gurgled.
"He's my Boyfriend!" she screamed. At least she didn't use my name,
unless you counted the fact that I was the only boy on campus.
"Oh, damn," Heaven gasped for air. "Thanks
for bringing me back, Zane." We kissed passionately. "Thanks for the,
attitude adjustment too."
"Huh?" I wondered. I'd heard the term before but
not from someone who regularly talked with Heaven.
"Iona posted the slang," Heaven gasped-giggled. I shifted
my head from the right side of Heaven's head to the left. My shock must have
registered with Heaven, whose gaze went from my face to looking over her
shoulder to the form of Gabrielle Black. Heaven scrambled off me and pulled the
sheets tight.
Shades of Gabrielle Black
"We need to talk, Zane Braxton." I saw Gabrielle's
lips move but I was pretty sure the words floated across the room without
disturbing the ears of anyone around us. I gave her a nod, planted on Heaven a
reassuring, full-on kiss, then quick-stepped over to a wardrobe and put on a
robe. She followed me out, keeping a keen eye on me while mostly hanging in my
blind spot.
Vivian was sound asleep as we passed her. I took Gabrielle
to the far corner of the Solarium, locating a remote control when we were
close. Ms. Black gave me a fatally cold look as I punched in the code that
would give us a dead zone electronically to talk in.
"Surveillance," I held up the remote. She
understood the implications.
"I want to see more of your so-called gift with
women." I had no doubt this was not a sexual come-on. I would have been a
hell of a lot happier if it was; instead, it put me in a situation I knew very
little about.
"Strip," I requested, with as much calm as I could
instill in my voice. Gabrielle gave me a lightning assessment, then started
shedding her perpetually black outerwear and lingerie.
When she finished, the words 'Hot Damn' came up a ton of
times unbidden to my thoughts. I worked out regularly, took martial arts, and
stretched whenever I could. I might as well have been a coach potato as far as
Gabrielle was concerned. She wasn't bulky; rather, strong in the long muscles
that counted more for strength and stamina. I still managed to have the courage
to ask her to extend her arms and spread her legs.
Hell, I even touched her ass, thigh, and caressed the right
shoulder twice. When I finished up, I was before her once more. I leaned on the
back of a chair and waited, I had taken five minutes, where in most cases it
took seconds, but this woman's body wove deceptions like a champion.
"Well?" she finally gave in to her curiosity
before I gave in to my fear.
"Well, I imagine the most important thing to you at
this second is the wrists. I did spend some time in a high-pressure private
academy in my formative years and I know the difference between horizontal and
vertical. Horizontal cuts on the wrist are a cry for help, vertical show a real
desire to die."
"Now, I can't know for sure that you didn't make two
attempts but you look like you're insanely intense, emphasis on the insane, so
I guess some fucked up shit happened to you that made you damn sure the only
answer was to check out permanently," I stated evenly.
"What now?" she questioned me, her intonation
utterly devoid of emotion or compassion.
"I'd like to tell you what I tell every other woman I
learn a secret about, that your past is your business and your business
alone," I sighed.
"But?" she prodded me.
"Gabrielle, your body is a roadmap of pain, suffering,
and death," I shrugged, "and there is no damn way you came to this
school legally."
Gabrielle studied me in a way that made an icy fist grasp my
heart.
"Of course, I am hardly a poster child for someone who
does belong at FFU. Are you going to kill me now or do you want me to
continue?" I inquired hopefully.
"Mr. Braxton, Zane, the wiring in this place is
sub-standard and clearly unauthorized. I would choke you unconscious, put you
in the hot tub, then electrocute you," she informed me with the air of a
professor describing the events of tenth century Anglo-Saxon England.
"I will not do this right now because you are terrified
of me, which shows a great deal of insight and intelligence, somewhat
remarkable in someone so young," she added.
"Okay. Something allowed you to slip past the Psych Evaluation
to get into someone's military; I could put that down to being experience with
the system plus being clever enough to fool the testers," I said.
"Once inside, something fucked up your perception of
authority, something not good. I figure you are obsessed with physical defense,
bi-sexual, yet your sexual attitude toward me is one of contempt. Since you
don't know me enough to hold me in contempt yet, you were abused by a man in
authority over you," I delivered the bad news. Gabrielle did not respond.
"This is total conjecture but it patches in with what
comes later; you entered some kind of actual combat duty. You learned not only
that you were good at killing but you liked it. It substituted for sexual
release and that whole risk-pain thing you have kept until today. I count six
bullet wounds, a knife wound on the back above the right kidney, and two things
I guess are shrapnel wounds but I've never seen any before to compare," I
added.
"I imagine you got out of the regular service because
the level of your medical care diminished for a while, then, Bang!, you got
this expensive plastic surgery. You do okay for maybe three years, then you
pick up that nick in your left ankle, followed by the shoulder getting
done," I said.
"No indications of why these two injuries?" she
narrowed her eyes.
"I'm going to go all James Bond on you. Gabrielle Black
fell for somebody hard and I'm betting it was a woman. It is kind of
frightening to think of what kind of psycho she was to lure you in and trap
you," A light flickered in her eyes when I went down this path. "You
guarded her, became very close to her as a parade of lovers passed through her
life until she sucked you in."
"One day you found yourself killing for her and I doubt
you asked why. I doubt there was only one time but in the end, it was never
enough. One night you came back and found this year's model on the payroll.
Gabrielle Black is way too smart to wait for this to play out. You loved her
but you liked living more, so you escaped before you were introduced to your
employer's retirement plan," I grimaced.
"You came back to the United States, your accent
indicates time in France or Italy, and this job fell into your lap. Lancaster,
Virginia is out of the way enough for you to hide in while close enough to
several major cities for you to move around if you need to, so you edit your
work record and hire on at an all-girls university," I finished.
"What now?"
"I don't kill you and Vivian. Making two deaths look like
an accident would be incredibly difficult; murder-suicide would only make your
female cohorts dig deeper and there are some serious advantages in staying here
for me," she stated. Sensing my confusion, she clarified. "Vivian has
been awake for some time observing us but I doubt she can hear what we are
saying."
Gabrielle finished redressing; she gave me a once-over.
"My turn. What makes you hard? Seriously, you have been
perpetually aroused since I've met you," she mused.
"There is a bit of a list: fear, joy, sunlight,
moonlight, sex, the impossibility of sex, I informed her.
"I understand," Gabrielle cut me off. "Who
are you going to tell?"
"Christina Buchanan, Cordelia Dresden, and Dana
Gorman." I decided that lying would do me worse than no good; I might get
one or two lies past Gabrielle and this wasn't the time to waste one.
"Good enough. But if there are repercussions from
tonight, I will feel far less tolerant toward you," she made sure I
understood. I was happy that this looked like a painless parting of the ways.
"Thank you," I spoke to her retreating form. She
looked over her shoulder questioningly. "For taking me seriously," I
explained. She gave a curt nod, turned, and departed. Vivian pretended to be
asleep when I returned to bed and I let her. It seemed like the rare sane thing
for me to do.
Say 'Lesbian Bikers' at your own peril.

Mankind is poison because we compromise our souls for
the companionship of others
"Vivian, I'm going to take a shower," I whispered
to Vivian. I was hovering over her from the back of the sofa-sleeper, asking
permission to take my shower downstairs. She was laid out beneath me, her
jersey bunched up around her breasts and her left thumb hooked into the band of
her shorts and pushing them dangerously down.
"Umm," she sighed, a little smile tilting her
lips.
"Honey, I need your permission to use the downstairs
shower," I continued. I wisped across her lips with my own. Her smile
blossomed into full-blown pleasure.
"Okay, I'm getting up, I'm getting up," she
moaned.
Vivian slowly opened her eyes as she stretched and twisted
her body to wakefulness.
"Good morning, Zane," she yawned with this
adorable little grin on her face.
"You look beautiful," I complimented quietly.
"Umm, thank you," she purred. "You look,
Zane! What are you doing?" she bolted upright, barely missing a
head-on-head collision.
"I'm asking you permission to go down to the fifth
floor and take a shower," I repeated.
"Why didn't you simply sneak past me?" she propped
herself up on her elbows.
"I said I would wait on your decision, so I waited. Can
I please, please do something," I pleaded, "before I go nuts?"
"Umm, okay," Vivian said cautiously. I reached
down to her midsection and she flinched so I held back. No word passed for
several seconds so I resumed my journey to her pushed up sleeping jersey and
slowly pulled it down until her stomach and crotch were covered.
"Zane," Vivian sighed, "could you control
your hormones for thirty minutes, when you are awake?"
"I have to go now," I stood up, "because
covering you up didn't make you any less attractive."
"Zane," Vivian came off the sofa and followed me,
"you should attempt to look at a woman as a fellow follower of Christ and
less in terms of beautiful and ugly and you might be happier. Go take a
shower." She's telling me this with an earnest warm face and finely
sculpted legs that disappear right below the crotch into that billowing Dallas
Cowboys shirt.
"Go on and fuck the bitch," Rio growled as she
traipsed by with Mercy's hand on her shoulder. Barbie Lynn came slowly limping
behind. Barbie flashed me a grin and I raced to catch up. At the bottom of the
stairs something occurred to me.
"Hon, where is your towel?" I asked Barbie Lynn.
She shot me an apologetic smile.
I stepped behind Barbie Lynn, ran a hand along her hip to
the curve of her stomach and kissed her on the neck.
"Take mine; I'll catch up," I chuckled. I draped
my towel over her shoulder and bounded up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs I stumbled to a stop. Vivian had only
then finished taking off her jersey and was holding it in her left hand. The
bottom of the shirt scrapped the ground. Vivian looked at me, neither shocked,
ashamed, nor outraged. Her breasts were freaking gorgeous, fully round,
buoyant, and with a miniscule droop. Her pale blue panties left little to the
imagination, her cunt lips clearly camel toed.
"I apologize," I quickly spun away and raced to my
sleep area. I grabbed a towel and headed straight for the stairs.
"Zane, it is okay," Vivian called out. She'd
covered her breasts and diaphragm with the jersey.
"Huh?"
"I don't mind; I know you didn't mean to see me so I'm
not offended and I don't feel you went back on your word," she related
with a sense of grace. I wasn't truly sure of what word I hadn't gone back on
but she appeared happy.
"Does that mean you can flash me your ta-ta's guilt
free?" I asked hopefully.
Vivian regarded me with amusement.
"Zane, constantly being distracted by unbridled
sexuality will not leave you content," she lectured me patiently. We
regarded each other for some time. "Is there anything else I can do for
you?"
"If you are going to offer, could you come over here,
turn around, bend over, grab your ankles and finally look past your thigh at
me?" I cringed.
She shook her head, regarded me once, then rolled her eyes.
"I may not be able to save you but I'm not going to
shove you down to damnation either," she stated firmly.
"Do it; I won't take advantage of you and I'll tell you
a valuable secret," I offered.
Lesbian Bikers
Normally my chance of success with Vivian and that line was
nil, but the convergence of a Gabrielle's midnight visit and her desire to show
me that trust and honesty could exist without a sexual context brought her to
me. She slowly turned around and assumed my desired position. I rabidly wanted
to step up to her, gently slip her panties aside and take her cunt with deep
languid strokes.
"Please stand up," I groaned. Once she was up I
leaned into her ear. "You are not a virgin," I whispered carefully.
Vivian tensed slightly. "All it means to me is that you know what you are
talking about when you mention sexuality and I have to treat you with more
respect. I apologize for prying." She twisted to face me and was about to
say something but I put a finger to her lips to silence her.
"People are listening," I cautioned her quietly.
"Thank you for that," Vivian whispered. "It
was one time in high school and we had exchanged Promise Rings. It was a
mistake we both regret."
"It's all cool," I grinned. "I kind of wish
your first time had turned you into a wild sex monkey and you and your beau
planned on having five hundred kids, but we're good."
"Zane," Vivian sounded exasperated, "I pity
the woman you decide to marry."
"What?" I acted shocked, "I would never cheat
on my wife."
"Oh, I believe you, but I fear the poor woman would die
from exhaustion," she scolded me.
"She'd die happy?" I offered up as my only
defense.
"Lord, give me strength," Vivian groaned. "Go
take a shower."
"Gotchya, Boss," I beamed happily. I turned half
way to the door, then gave a backward glance. "Vivian, if you ever need
anything, just ask."
"I, ." she was about to scold me but she stopped
and sighed. "Fine, Zane, I know you mean well; now go." I winked and
raced away. I could swear Vivian believed she was getting a crash course in
Mothering a Teenage Boy.
Biker Bar Horror Story
It had been a hard day of first-round semester testing plus
restructuring the Marksmanship and Orienteering Clubs. I still managed to get
in sufficient studying (in my opinion) for Friday's round of activities. At
lunch I had a little talk with Cordelia and Christina about Gabrielle Black and
their fears concerning her. I really wish both women hadn't looked so
concerned. I would have preferred they called me paranoid instead.
I was sitting watching some bizarre sitcom rerun with an arm
around Iona when Rio came rocketing up the stairs.
"Hey, Princess," she screamed at me (in case
anyone has missed it, Rio is a freak), "Val found out about a Biker bar
called the Dixie Roadhouse and we're heading there. Do you want in?"
I looked down to Iona who, despite a look of fearful
concern, gave me a nod of consent.
"Sure thing, Rio," I said, as I popped over the
sofa and pulled Iona along after me.
"Zane, you are not going out to a bar," Vivian
rose to the challenge. "You are only eighteen."
"If I don't go, we may not get Rio back," I
cautioned my guardian.
"Speaking of which: Rio, where is Mercy?" Vivian
rounded on my 'Bro'.
"I ambushed her: hit her in the head with the Gutenberg
Bible and tied her to the back of Valerie's hog," Rio smiled proudly.
Pulling Iona along with me, I pursued Rio down the stairs.
"I promise I'll bring them all back," I shouted to
Vivian. She was kind enough not to chase me down and make me st
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April 21 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 14
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 14
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"Oh! Pay up, pay up," Opal called out.
"Damn," bitched Rio. "I keep hoping my boy
Zane will develop some standards, but oh, well."
"They were betting on you bringing me back for
sex?" Paige whispered, but her desire was glowing bright. I shook my head
and chuckled.
"Don't worry about it; I still see you as a whirling
vortex of passionate lust," I assured her.
We passed around the Chinese screens that separated my area
from the rest of the floor and I was relieved to see everyone but Barbie Lynn
had left, and Barbie had curled up on the near side of the bed and was still
asleep. As we moved around the bed, Paige's resolve began to falter.
"Sit down, let's talk," I said softly. Paige was
clearly confused.
"The most powerful tool in sex is the brain," I
continued. "I want to know you a little better first."
"I should be great at this," she replied.
"How many boys have you kissed?" I asked as we sat
down. She looked surprised by the question.
"Two," was her curt response. "Zane, I want
you to take my virginity." Now it was my turn to be surprised, but I was
only put off for a moment.
"Tell me about those two times," I persisted.
Paige had started tugging her shirt out from her skirt and was clearly not
pleased with my request.
"Zane, didn't you hear me? I want you to pop my cherry,
break me in, fuck my cunt, whatever you want to call it," she told me.
"Yes," I nodded, "and I'm looking forward to
that, but answer the question please."
"I, I've been kissed by two boys, one kiss per
boy," she replied, but I could tell there was more to it.
"Do I have to play twenty questions with you?" I
gave an exasperated sigh. Paige flushed with anger.
"Fine, damn it," she growled. "The first boy,
I paid to kiss me on the lips. He did so, and he looked at me like he wanted to
throw up." That looked like it hurt her to admit.
"The second time, it was a joke, a dare. I closed my
eyes, he kissed me on the lips, and then I heard the applause. They
congratulated him for kissing the freak," she recited with anguish.
"They laughed at me while I ran away." She looked furious and
miserable at the same time.
I tilted her head up toward me. I let my first kiss barely
brush her lips. I let her study my reaction, and then I kissed her again.
The third kiss pressed our lips together, and on the fourth,
our tongues touched. The fifth saw her wrap her arms around me and hold me
tight for nearly a minute. She was panting for breath when we came up for air.
I used that moment to pick her up and place us both farther into the bed.
"Eep!" she exclaimed, then she started to giggle.
I straddled her and dove in to nibble her neck. Paige beat at my chest with her
fists but couldn't stop laughing. "That tickles!" We fell back into
kissing for a while; Paige didn't need to rush into sex despite her declared
desires. "Shouldn't we take our clothes off?"
I responded to that by sitting up, grabbing her shirt in
both hands over the breasts, and ripping it open. Buttons went flying
everywhere and Paige's eyes expressed her shock. I reached for her bra but
Paige's hands flew to mine.
"Wait," she gasped. "It unsnaps from the
front." I even let her open the bra for me, exposing her ghostly breasts
and pale pink areolas and nipples.
I shifted down Paige's body and latched my lips to her left
breast, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
"Oh, damn," she purred, "this is so much
better in real life." I wasn't sure I knew what that meant, or that I even
wanted to know.
I feasted on each nipple and breast in turn until they were
fully engorged and bright, rosy pink from my attention. She'd spread her legs
wide open and was humping her hips up against me. I pulled away long enough to
get my shirt off before descending on her for kisses once more. In the midst of
that, we rolled over where she grabbed me by the side of the head and covered
my face with butterfly kisses.
"I've always wanted to do that," she beamed pure
joy at me. I moved my hands down her ribs, waist, and hips until I was able to
pull up her skirt and grab her ass. Paige aggressively humped me in response,
smiling at me and breathing heavy. Without any urging, Paige pushed up my body
until she dangled her breast against my lips.
I greedily sucked one in, teasing her nipple with my teeth.
Paige yelped but followed me down without comment, cradling my head into her
chest and rocking me back and forth.
"Careful, Honey, he's addictive," Barbie Lynn
sleepily intervened.
"He's going to take my virginity," Paige exulted.
"Is he now?" she grinned at me.
"She's asked; I'm considering it, but I want to know
she's really ready for it first," I mumbled back between mouthfuls of tit.
"Wait," she panted, "you promised me."
"Paige, Rule #7 for guys: when sex is involved, we
lie," I informed her.
"Oh, what lie did you tell Barbie Lynn?" Paige
inquired.
"He forces me to orgasm so he can bask in my
post-orgasmic bliss," Barbie Lynn sighed dreamily.
"Besides," I said, as I ran my hands through her
fine white hair and tucked a few locks behind her ears, "I am not saying
we won't do it, but you are an incredibly tough read and we aren't going to do
something I don't think you need."
"How come you get to decide?" Paige sounded annoyed.
"I'm the only guy you've approached who you didn't find
on an escort service website; we are in my bed; and, oh, yeah, I've had sex
hundreds of times and you are in all ways a virgin," I listed off the
reasons. "Paige, you only get to do this 'first time' once, and I would
like it to be something you love and want to do again and again."
"Well, I know what I want. I am in your bed and you're
half-naked already," she emphasized by grinding her pelvis into me.
"I'm also on top and I don't think you can get rid of me that
easily."
"This one is a little firecracker," Barbie Lynn
chuckled.
"She's that," I commented, "but you should
always be leery of someone who thinks they are always right." My words
didn't stop me from pressing my cock up against Paige's twat. "We could
always have a little butt-sex instead," I teased.
"No!" Paige squeaked. "You are huge and my
asshole is tiny."
"Oh, God," I laughed. "You actually looked at
your ass in a mirror." Paige blushed furiously. "Listen, Paige, trust
me on this. You can go into town and find some college guy who will jump at the
chance to screw you. What you have to wonder is how much he'll care about you
and your needs as well as how good he is at sex. Let's get naked."
"Finally," Paige mocked. She rolled off and shed
her clothes so fast they left angry red tracks down her legs. I took my time
but Paige didn't seem to mind. She reached out and ran a hand over my bicep and
shoulder.
"He's real enough," Barbie Lynn assured her
quietly.
"How did you know what I was thinking?" Paige
mused. At least she only implied Barbie Lynn was stupid.
"Paige, sweetie, how many of us FFU girls expect to be
able to choose our man, much less one worth having? And don't you be
disparaging of Zane, now, either. I can smell your arousal from here,"
Barbie Lynn said with a sexy curve to her lips.
Paige was thinking of her retort when she gasped as I caught
her distracted and slipped two fingers along the folds of her cunt. When her
razor sharp focus latched onto me once more, I pushed her onto her back and
mounted her. Her legs splayed out to either side and the location of her hips
against my stomach reminded me of how narrow her hips were, narrower than even
Iona's.
She still did her best to wrap her legs around me as she
placed her hands on my shoulders.
"Are you going to make me scream?" she asked
nervously.
"Every girl is different so don't worry about it,"
I grinned. "Besides, I can tell you'll be really good at this."
"How can you know I'll be any good at sex?" Paige
snapped. Yes, that was the sore point I was looking for.
"Your eyes sparkle when you touch me, you react
instinctively to my touch, you are in good physical shape, and you're very
sensitive all over your body," I explained. "What you saw as fooling
around was me mapping out how your body works and where your erogenous zones
were. No two women are the same and I love exploring. Now I'm getting back to
it."
I began placing kisses along her sternum, down toward her
navel. Her stomach pulsed when I kissed the belly button.
"Oh, aha," Paige moaned. I licked and stroked the
area around her navel, causing her torso to gyrate from the sexual stimulation.
"Umm, that feels nice."
Unlike previous encounters with other women where I avoided
the cunt while I worked around it, I instead placed one hand immediately to the
area, squeezing two fingers into her cunt and wiggling them around. I left the
clit alone for now because I was encouraging a slow boil, not a flash burn. I
wanted Paige in an erotically charged high before I challenged her vaginal
virginity.
Paige's skin had this false translucent quality to it that
was exciting to watch. You could track the arousal of a touch by the blood
rushing to the skin around the excited area. Physically, she could conceal
nothing, and she was far from sexually experienced enough to stifle her
vocalizations of pleasure.
"I just want to be fucked," she moaned," I
just want to be fucked, aha, oh." Her words said one thing but her body
expressed its desire for more excitement. "No, she groaned as she ground
her hips against my lips. When I stabbed my tongue to her clit, she acted like
a jolt of electricity arched through her body.
Now, when I've performed cunnilingus on a girl, I expect a
bit of movement; I'm doing something wrong if she lays there. Paige was all
over the place, pulling away then thrusting back as well as rolling her hips
rapidly side to side. At the moment her thrashing turned into trembles, I
withdrew my lips and fingers, causing Paige to whimper and look down at me.
"Huh?" she pleaded. I gave her a mischievous grin,
then blew on her clit. Paige hiccupped, then threw her head down on the bed
violently. I began sucking on the inside of her thighs for about one minute,
letting her settle down, then leapt on her clit with my tongue once more.
"Oh, God!" Paige squealed.
I moved my tongue off, trading off with two fingers parting
her labia and flicking her clit with my thumb. I alternated back and forth over
five minutes until I noticed Paige was sobbing and tearing up the sheets with
her fists.
"Have mercy, Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered.
I gave a quick nod before placing my lips around Paige's
clit and sucking on it with growing intensity plus twirling the tip of my
tongue along its tip. I also made tiny fucking motions with two fingers into
her cunt. She didn't last thirty seconds.
"Oh, my, God, Zane!" she growled.
She wasn't loud but she rumbled her orgasm from deep in her
chest. It was kind of surprising, coming from such a lithe, ephemeral being. Paige
was sucking down further sounds internally so that they were merely sobs. I
crawled up to her side, rested sidewise, propped up by an elbow, and placed a
hand on her stomach as I watched over her. When she started gasping for air,
her eyes locked with mine once more.
Paige feebly pushed on my chest so I let her push me on my
back. She struggled to rise over me, then collapsed on my chest.
"I, that was, you still didn't fuck me," she
wheezed. I sighed in frustration, pulled Paige on top of me, chest to chest,
and then began playing slap-happy with her ass.
"Ow,ow, ow, ow, ow," she squalled. "Stop
that; I bruise easily," she added, with tears in her eyes.
"Damn it, woman, is it going to kill you to accept that
I know what I'm doing?" I responded angrily. "Since you are clearly
clueless, what we just did was foreplay. I wanted to relax your body before we
moved to the next step."
Paige had enough common sense to look embarrassed but not
enough to keep quiet.
"Well my ass still hurts," she pouted.
"What?" I questioned. "Did you say you wanted
me to hurt your ass?" I grabbed each ass cheek and pulled them apart.
"No!" she squeaked, "You are too big."
She grabbed my hands in her smaller grip and tried to pry them off. We rocked
back and forth until we rolled over. She struggled but I soon ended on top of
her, Paige on her stomach, and my legs prying hers open. "No, no,"
she pleaded as she felt my cock resting on her ass cleft.
"Relax," I whispered into Paige's ear, "have
you ever heard of doggy style?"
"You aren't, going to have anal sex with me?" she
gulped. I pushed my body up and after a moment, Paige followed, pressing her
back against my torso once more.
"I'd never do anything to you that you didn't want me
to," I assured her, "though I am going to have you begging me to
bugger you before this semester is over."
"Uh-uh," Paige assured me, "not going to
happen," but she did wiggle her ass against me playfully, testing my
resolve. I balanced on one hand so I could use the other to pull her hair away
from one side to the other. Her neck, ear, and the side of her face were now
revealed. I sucked on her shoulder while I repositioned my cock so that it slid
down her ass, past her anus and cunt, so that it pressed along her pubic mound
from below.
Paige began humming pleasurably and gyrating her hips
against me. I put my free hand on her breast and massaged it as well.
"Promise me you won't keep me waiting this time,"
she murmured. "Promise you'll take me."
"Of course I will, Paige. You have to relax and enjoy
yourself and not get worked up about us having sex," I comforted her. She
rocked against me and I pushed back. "Nice and slow," I cautioned
her. "I'm not going anywhere." With a little effort, she did as I
requested.
I kept running my hand down from her breast to her stomach,
each time going a little farther down. She'd tilted her shoulders and neck so
that we could kiss but she also found my lips on her neck to be tantalizing. I
was tricky enough that I had my cockhead parting her puffy lips before she
realized it. In fact, I had three separate penetrations that elicited moans,
then she looked up at me.
"Don't be afraid," I told her sympathetically.
"Remember the faces of all the girls you've seen me with while we are
having sex and know that it is going to be just as good for you." Paige
looked down at the mattress and nodded her head. She pushed back but it wasn't
easy. Her entrance felt like a vice restricting my entrance.
Even totally wet, her vaginal muscles were blocking my
progress initially. I patiently kept at it, incrementally advancing with each
coaxing touch. When I brushed against her hymen, Paige didn't even recognize
the moment had come. I subtly brought my arm down to her stomach and wrapped
her up in my arm while teasing her ear with my teeth.
"Yip!" Paige exclaimed as I pierced her virginity.
"Oh, God, it burns," she sobbed. I gave her a few seconds to adjust
before penetrating even deeper.
"No," she moaned, and tried to pull away, but I
didn't let her. "Zane," she pleaded for me to let her go. "It
hurts." I kept at it. "I never thought it would hurt this bad,
please."
She gave one final gasp as I pressed the final inch into
her, then we remained there, locked in sexual congress while she wept and
trembled underneath me. I considered it a minor miracle Paige had remained on
her hands and knees as we reached this point. Now I had to get her past the
stage where pain dominated pleasure.
"We'll move when you feel you are ready," I
instructed her. Paige nodded, then nothing else for some time. She caught me
off guard when she flexed her grasp on my cock.
"Umm," she purred. "Did you feel that?"
My groan was my reply. Paige pulled away a tiny bit until the pain kicked in
and she stopped.
Seconds later she repeated the process, withdrawing several
inches, then reversing the procedure and allowing me deeper in once more.
"It hurts less," she admitted. A moment later as
she shifted to a faster rhythm, "it is really quite nice."
"You might want to ask Zane how he is doing,"
Barbie Lynn chided Paige.
"But I honestly don't care," Paige noted.
"If you want to do this again, you might want to start
caring," Barbie informed her. I winked at the blonde sex angel.
"Zane, do you like having sex with me?" Paige asked
in a much kinder tone than normal. She must have been truly appreciating the
lovemaking she was receiving.
"It feels like you are trying to rip my cock off,"
I ground out. "You are damn tight, then you are adding those contractions
on top of that. I may not be able to have sex for a week."
"Paige, I like you, but if Zane is telling the truth, I
going to seriously rearrange your anatomy," Barbie Lynn promised with
dangerous intent.
"I apologize," Paige pouted. To prove how sorry
she wasn't, Paige rotated her hips down then back up several times rapidly. So
that's how she wanted to play it.
I placed both hands on her shoulders and let her make a few
more tentative moves before slamming my member all the way in.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped. I slowly drew back my full
length, then rocketed back in time and time again. Paige was sweating and
panting from earlier exertions but now she was barely hanging on.
Slap, slap, slap, my hips mashed against her ass. Paige gave
a breathless grunt each time I drilled her, and that was followed by a relieved
sigh as I pulled back. By the desperation in her voice, I knew she wouldn't
last much longer.
"Oh! My! Fucking! God!" she growled loudly.
I now knew what it felt like to have put my cock in a fire
hose and had some asshat turn the water on. Paige's cunt juice had been
plentiful the first time she had an orgasm. This time they were copious and
forceful, and my cock was simply in the way; what got past stung the hell out
of my ball sack.
Normally I have really good control over my sexual climax
but I was being sorely tested. Worse, I couldn't simply pop out of Paige
because that would cause her pain. The odds of her using birth control were
next to nil and none, so it fell to me to find something to center my mind and
not ejaculate.
"Zane, are you okay?" Barbie Lynn said in a
hushed, worried tone. I could only nod. Paige was erratically pushing up and
down on my cock, to the point where I grabbed her hips in order to not have a
nasty accident when her muscles relaxed and my overstimulation ended.
"Don't, move," I panted painfully to Paige.
Paige didn't quite comply but I didn't blame her because her
arms gave out and she slumped forward. I held up her rear by my hold on her
hips. I carefully let her slide off my cock and finish splaying out on the bed.
I sat back on my heels, breathing deeply and fighting for control.
"Come here, Baby," Barbie Lynn ordered, picking up
on my distress.
I moved over Paige's leg toward Barbie and she joined me by
turning around, meeting me half way.
"I've got this,"
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April 21 Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 20
Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 20
Zane s Assembly
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Running into a wall is bad, having it fall on you is
worse but not being missed is the worst
Since I had mastered the moment so successfully with
conversation I shut the hell up and took the crowd toward my room. Halfway up
the stairs I expected Jill to call out but it didn't happen. I counted myself
lucky, handed out fresh t-shirts to Paris and Leigh, only to have Paige regale
them for fifteen minutes about all the female swag I had in my dorm room, from
female silk robes in a variety of lengths and colors to thongs and dog collars.
Girls should not look at me and lick their lips; it is scary
because I thought that men went to college to chase women, not the other way
around. Back at the start of the year, I knew that I was such a Man-Stud that
I'd pick up more than my fair share too. I now have multiple women in my life
and one day soon I hope to chase one down and call her my own, provided the
other women let me.
"We will see you later," Leigh gave me a sexy
nudge with her hip. I nodded and promptly made sure my windows were locked.
They had the annoying habit of being unlocked with glowing neon signs outside
that said "Kappa Sigmas enter here". This time I was ready for them.
I was also on the ball enough to know that when none of the Kappa Sigmas were
upset by my action, that indicated there was something going on that I was
clueless about.
I was hardly convinced to let my guard down by the limited
conversation the three sorority sisters and I had as I escorted them out of the
house and kissed them goodnight. I diverged to the dryer to warm up Paris and
Leigh's shirts. I kissed Aunt Jill goodnight as well. She gave me a bemused,
maternal look as I headed back to my room before my 'bed time'. I must have
looked like I felt, pretty exhausted.
I joined Iona and Paige in the bathroom where we went
through the nightly routine before heading for bed. They stripped slowly; I
crawled into bed fully clothed and was feeling rather clever with myself.
"No, you don't," Paige insisted.
"Zane," Iona gave an angelic smile, "you have
to do what you feel comfortable with but this is a matter of trust between
us." Was Iona beating me up with a variation on the argument I'd used on
Vivian a few hours ago? I was definitely undecided so Iona brushed my lips with
hers. "It's okay."
The only thing worse than being manipulated is being
manipulated with sincerity. I shucked my clothes and shot them to the foot of
the bed. I took in the view of Paige and Iona stripped out of their bras, then
panties. Paige even made a little game of it, shooting her panties at my head.
She missed so I snatched them as they sailed past.
Paige flashed me a wicked grin as I did so.
"Hey, Zane," she purred. Paige put her knee on the
bed, followed by the other, so that she was standing on her knees.
"Hey," Iona mimicked from the other side.
Together, they sensually flowed toward me and each other. When they were
settled against my hip they looked down and smiled.
"You both look lovely," I sighed dreamily at my
slightly-built beauties. They graced me with a smile once more before looking
into one another's eyes. Then they kissed, and after that they really kissed,
and several steamy seconds later the girls extended their right hands to their
opposite's breast. They rolled their tits beneath their palms. I would have
wept at this point but it would have been unmanly.
When their left hands joined in the fun I nearly lost it. Did
I mention they hadn't stopped kissing yet? It was hard enough that I was
intimately familiar with their bodies, head to toe. I was the first man either
of them had put lips to lust with (discarding Paige's grade school fiascoes). I
had licked, teased, and plucked those nipples they were now so readily
fondling.
I had placed them naked in bed with other women and beheld
their first steps into a far more sexually dynamic life than a strict
fundamental Christian life would have deposited them in. I would have continued
to wax poetic on the vision above me but the horror of my decision to sleep
with both their naked bodies without sex was grinding my happiness into
despair.
"Oh, wow," Paige giggled, "it's throbbing on
his stomach." She was referring to my cock. If it had something larger
than a series of nerve clusters, my cock would have been screaming at me,
questioning my sanity and demanding a passionate reason I wasn't mounting them
both, drilling them hard, and going back for seconds, and thirds.
They both leaned down onto one arm before reclining to their
sides.
"Good night, Zane," Iona whispered. She kissed me
on the lips, rather chastely, then rolled over so that her back was to me. She
wiggled her ass tight against my thigh because, you know, I have a thing for
asses.
"Sweet dreams of me," Paige gave a sultry roll of
the voice. She rested her head on my shoulder and languidly placed her right
arm on my chest and her right leg on my groin. Her hand came to rest on the top
of my sternum while her knee covered my balls and the base of my cock. My
sexual organ gave her limb a sympathetic throb. Paige sighed pleasurably,
enjoying the torture she was putting me through.
My right arm cradled Paige and drew her tighter. She kissed
my chest with a feather-light touch. My left arm draped around Iona with my
wrist being poked by her left nipple (it was still aroused by Paige's
attentions) while my fingers coasted along her stomach. I drummed my hand on
her abdomen; Iona snuggled in deeper and gave me a delightful little murmuring
noise.
That was enough to send me off to sleep and I was grateful.
If I hadn't been asleep I knew I was going to stick my cock into something,
even if it was an electric outlet. I couldn't screw Iona and wouldn't sex up
Paige because she would never let me get over having broken down and nailed her
in defiance of my own word. What woman doesn't want to think her body can drive
a man to forgo his honor? Again, she would never, ever let me forget it.
I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep when I heard my
bedroom door open. I wasn't sure what Jill would want this late but that wasn't
a problem. The first one through the door was Leigh but Paris and Ricky Frasier
snuck in right behind her. I need to invest in some home defense apparatus,
things like pit-traps, trip-wires, and nests of feral Chihuahuas.
"Don't worry, Zane," Leigh whispered. "We are
here for Paige."
"Ah," I grunted. Paige stirred next to me, rolled
onto her back, and smiled at the newcomers. "We won't need you
tonight," Paige assured me. "This is all-girl."
"I see; I need to go back to campus and spank Barbie
Lynn, Opal, and Brandi's bottoms until they glow red," I growled. They had
turned Paige onto the whole lesbian orgy theme.
"Hold on," I begged the girls as they began
stripping. I rapidly moved to the closet, pulled down two comforters and two
pillows for Iona and I to use as a bed. I set things out and Iona gave me one
of those sleepy, sweet, innocent smiles and joined me on the floor, a comforter
as a mattress and the other as a cover.
I quickly became obvious to me that the object of Leigh,
Paris, Ricky's and Paige's fun wasn't to have intercourse with one another but
to drive me nuts. It wasn't ego talking here; statistically, an ass, calf, or
grinning head pops over the same side of bed you are on only so many times
before it becomes enemy action. It was working too; I was rock hard and sleep
was escaping me. Sadly, fate intervened, to my detriment.
In movies you often see couples roll out of bed, say 'ow,'
then go back to passionate love-making. Paris came off the bed with a squeak;
me, I felt a stomach-churning pain and a soundless scream escaped my lips.
Paris' knee had come straight down on my nuts and impacted them into the
hardwood floor with only a thin quilt providing any absorption.
Paris' playful grin and giggle turned into fear as she saw
my face.
"Zane?" she whispered, "Sorry?"
"Zane, are you okay?" Iona inquired at my side.
Paris backed off me, allowing me to wheeze and roll over in
a ball facing Iona. Iona cradled me in her arms.
"Zane, what's wrong?" she worried. I wasn't
articulate at the moment but Paris was.
"Oh, God," she gasped. "I landed on his
nuts." Paige and Leigh immediately poked their heads over the bed,
appearing in my peripheral vision. I heard Ricky padding around from the other
side of the bed.
"Damn it," Leigh moaned. "Now what are we
going to do?"
"How about show a little sympathy?" Iona grumped
at the others. I know her heart was in the right place but pulling me tight to
her bosom with a nipple resting on my upper lip didn't do my damaged genitalia
any good. There was a light, coastal breeze off Madagascar calling for my cock
to get hard once again and damn me if it wasn't answering.
The resulting pain was describable, similar to having my
testicles used by an 800 pound gorilla to sink the cue ball on a Carom
billiards table. And damn if that bastard wasn't determined to get it done no
matter how many attempts it took. Next time some psychopath stares me dead in
the eyes and asks if I've ever prayed for death, I can match his gaze and say
'Hell yes.'
"Leigh, get some ice," Paige whispered.
"Paris, go to the bathroom down the hall and get some ibuprofen and salve.
Iona, help me get him back on the bed." The girls hurried off quietly, for
which I was thankful. I was equally thankful that Iona and Paige were so gentle
in moving me off the floor and onto the bed, and yes, I hammed it up a bit.
Once the rush of taking charge of events passed, Paige began
to flash me guilty looks. This was definitely her plan and she'd miscalculated
the body motion dynamics of three women playing sex games on a queen-sized bed.
"I, I apologize," Paige admitted. "This was
my fault." I was somewhat more than stunned.
"Okay," I gasped. "Flesh heals but memories
are forever."
"That means you are going to get me for this,"
Paige realized.
"I'd buy a seat cushion if I were you, Ms.
Spanky-bottoms," I tried to joke, but the pain got in the way of my
laughter.
Paris padded back in with a pill bottle, a foil tube, and a glass
of water. She handed the pill bottle to Paige and the water to Iona. When Paris
started unscrewing the top to the salve, things became difficult.
"Paris," Iona grumbled, "why do you get to
put the cream on his balls? It was your knee that caused his pain."
"I know," Paris whimpered, "and I want to
make it up to him." Paige popped the pill cap and handed me two ibuprofen;
Iona propped me up. I took the pills and she put the water to my lips.
"I'll take care of it," Iona insisted.
"My plan, my fault, I'll take care of it," Paige
countered.
"Take care of what?" Leigh panted as she slipped
into my bedroom with a bowl of ice.
"Massaging Zane's poor crushed nuts," Ricky
murmured.
"If I've hurt him permanently, I'll never forgive
myself," Paris moaned piteously. Was she more afraid of my promise to get
her back or the other ladies' retaliation for the maiming I'd gone through?
"I said I would take care of it," Paige insisted.
"No, I think I will take care of it, if no one
minds," I ground out. The implication was that if they didn't let me
medicate my massive melons of masculine might, I'd come after them all, in
thirty or so minutes when I could freely move once again.
It took me a second to realize that no one was arguing with
me.
"Ricky, could you please get a damp hand-towel from the
bathroom," Iona requested. Ricky looked confused so Iona added, "We
can't put the ice cubes directly on his scrotum unless we really do want to
take him to the emergency room."
"Oops, sorry," Ricky sounded embarrassed.
"That makes sense. I'll be right back." When Ricky left, Paige and
Iona reclined on either side of me.
"Hold on," I requested. "I'd like to give
Paris a hug." Iona scooted first, letting Paris crawl on all fours over my
body. I gave her a kiss with as much strength as I could exert.
"I," she mumbled.
"We were playing a game and it was an accident. I
already feel somewhat better," I assured her. "Besides, I'm pretty
sure I have yet to fuck you to orgasm and that's not a challenge my cock takes
lightly." Paris wept and collapsed onto my chest. I lay back, head on a
pillow, so I could stroke Paris' hair.
When Ricky returned I struggled around Paris to kiss her and
Leigh as well. I also took the opportunity to coat my scrotum with the salve,
which instantly cooled my pain, then started heating damaged parts up. Leigh
applied the towel holding the ice gently to balance out the sensations. We
hugged, confirmed our date for Saturday night, and parted ways.
Iona, Paige, and I returned to the bed and tried to get back
to sleep. This time we kept our limbs to ourselves, though we remained close. I
waited a while before surrendering to my dreams. A decision was reached
internally that the next time I took Iona out for a quiet weekend, I would have
to make it somewhere off the beaten path, somewhere in Appalachia no doubt.
Iona gave me a precious, sleepy smile as I climbed out of
bed in the morning. I looked at her heavy eyes, questioning her intent, when
she pulled my pillow into her chest and drifted off into slumber once more. Paige
was dead to the world, undoubtedly wrapped up in the remorseless rest of the
Damned.
I was able to dress uninterrupted and glide downstairs to
find Jill already up and puttering around. I was about to find out what she had
heard last night.
"Good morning, Zane. Are you feeling better?" Jill
asked.
"Feeling better?" I questioned.
"Your, you know, down there, are you feeling
better?" she clarified somewhat. I imagine my jaw dropped because she
looked at me with an obvious amusement.
"How did you know?" I finally responded.
"Oh, Iona came to my room last night and explained the
situation as well as apologizing for the disruption," Aunt Jill explained.
"She's a very forthright and honest young lady, and she doesn't currently
have a fianc either."
"What, whoa, wait a second, Jill," I stammered.
Things were going way too fast for me. "How is it you are okay with two
girls sleeping in my bedroom and three more coming over when three months ago
we couldn't even discuss sex at all and its only place was in the marriage bed?
What happened that I missed?"
"Zane," Jill sighed patiently, "when God
closes one door he opens another. I had to accept that my life with Tim was
over and I had to move forward with my life with you. That means I am going to
get more mileage out of counseling you as opposed to dictating
abstinence."
"And you have this epiphany after you burn all the
stuff I brought back from Thailand," I groaned.
"We both did things we probably regret," she
reasoned.
"You've been talking to Iona, or more likely, Iona's
been calling you," I began piecing it together.
"After you told me about what those girls were making
you do, like crawl around on your knees, I tried to get some of your classmates
to tell me what was really going on," Jill related.
"Iona was the only one who would talk to me and she and
I have communicated pretty regularly since then," Jill finished.
"She's a truly sweet girl and I think you two make a cute couple."
In case you are wondering, there is no good response to that
statement.
"She tells me you are interested in that 'Christina'
girl. She's, elegant," which was Jill's way of saying Christina wasn't a
'humble Christian girl' like Iona.
Something in that train of thought made me put a few other
faces to the descriptor 'elegant'.
"Is that why you didn't like Mom, Dad, and, well, was
Uncle Tim snobby as well, elegant?" I mused. Jill stopped looking in the
fridge were she was figuring out what we'd be having for breakfast.
"Yes," Jill said quietly. Tim hadn't wanted to
marry Jill; he'd wanted to marry Jill's older sister, Kathryn. Jill matched
herself against Mom, the free spirit, and Dad, the joker, who were both
sophisticated Devil-May-Care people born of wealth and privilege. In a way, Tim
was from the same background, except that he ended up arrogant and emotionally
distant.
Of course, Tim had to grow up with Granddad, who was a real
peach, and my Dad, who was always larger than life, always doing whatever task
their father put before him and always going one step beyond. Worse, Dad always
had the courage to be himself. Dad was the brilliant rebel, the Prodigal Son
who was always welcomed back home; Tim was the plodding workhorse.
The best example of this was the first time each of them ran
away from home. Tim ran away to the tree house in the backyard at the house in
Wyoming. The first time Dad ran away, he ended up in Hawaii. When the FBI
caught him, he was working in a Japanese restaurant, stock-piling Australian
dollars, and had a map of the Great Barrier Reef. Now that I think of it, I
must get my nuttiness from Dad.
"Jill, I'm sorry Tim wasn't the husband you
deserved," I told her softly. I rested a hand on her shoulder and she
backed into me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind.
"Thank you, Zane," she told me in a soft voice.
She looked out of the window over the sink for a few seconds.
"Do you think we should get a pool?" Jill broke
the silence. Huh?
"Who are you and what have you done with my Aunt
Jill?" I teased her. It took a second for Jill to get it but when she did,
she laughed.
"Wait," she teased back, "would I be a clone,
an alien, or, what were those things I heard about, oh, pod-people?"
"I think you are the Pink Power Ranger," Paige
snickered from my elbow where she had materialized mysteriously from the ether.
Jill squeaked and spun around while I was busy putting my heart back in my
chest. Jill struggled out of my arms, blushed, and went back to the fridge.
"Did I interrupt something?"
"Yes; my desire to live a longer life," I coughed.
"Now that we have the useless pleasantries out of the
way, what I really want to know is if all the equipment is in working
order," Paige smirked. I thought of a smarmy reply, an angry reply, and
even ignoring her, but another idea won out.
"Hey, Babe," I whispered in a husky voice to Paige
as I stepped into body contact with her, "it hurts a little right now but
thanks for asking. I'm glad you are watching out for me." I drew a line
with right hand along her collarbone and shoulder to her neck and finally
circling her ear.
"Oh," Paige gulped. Her eyes grew wide. "Of
course, Zane. I want to watch out for you, I care."
I let my arms drape around her and linked them up at the
small of her back, pulling her tight to me. Paige slipped her arms beneath me and
did likewise, with the added gesture of placing her ear to my chest. Iona
slipped into the kitchen as she did so. She gave me a cute wave, side-stepped
us, and went to help Jill.
I figured from Iona's actions that she was going to keep
Jill busy getting the four of us breakfast, so I took Paige's right hand in my
left and led her out into the hall. As I headed for the porch in the back,
someone came through the front door, attempting to be stealthy. It was Leigh;
I'd clearly caught her doing something wrong.
"Yes?" I questioned. She looked to Paige then back
to me.
"I forgot to return your keys," Leigh evaded.
"What are you
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What had happened before? I was going crazy. Although he was not my son, I should behave as if he was and, however, I got turned on twice because of him; I have never found myself in this situation. And what was happening to my body? I’ve never been so hot, not even when I was younger. Maybe menopause felt this way? Maybe I was going through hormone change? No; I was 35 years old. It was not possible to be in menopause already!
Maybe I should visit a doctor; I’d have to look into my bank account to see how much we had left before going anywhere, however; Maybe I could try to control myself; Maybe if I learned how to tame the beast; Maybe if I made the lion tired before the meat came into the arena;
Chapter Twelve.
It was 11 in the morning when I opened my eyes. I had been cleaning my room until 2am; and I was so tired for everything that happened yesterday. I felt better today, however. The sunlight entering by the window made no need to turn on the light, and it already had activated me, so I got up from my bed.
My bedroom looked clean. A few were the times where it had been so clean, in fact. I went to the mirror, to see if I had a tired look, even if I felt very active, and I was surprised. My gut had been reduced so much from one day to the other. I could slightly see the so called, and desired, six-pack abs. My arms felt stronger too, and all my body was more fit. What the heck?
As always, I had my morning wood in sight. However, as I checked yesterday, now my rod was bigger. I still could not believe it. I grabbed my ruler again, which I left on my table for that purpose, and put it side to side with my dick. My mouth opened. It had grown more? 10 inches yesterday, 11 inches today? Maybe yesterday I did the measurement wrong; and my body? Did I look to the mirror wrong, too? Something was happening to me; Suddenly, I felt how my tip was feeling heavier and my cock was bending down slowly. From the tip of my cock, a big stream of continuous precum fell to the floor, and my tip went up again, once released.
“For god’s sake! I haven’t even touched you! How can it be;?”
“Chris, is everything alright? I’ve heard you shouting;” My mom opened the door suddenly.
“Mom! Knock the door, shit!” I said as I turned around to hide my penis from unwanted sights.
“Yes, yes! Sorry! I only heard you shouting and thought something was wrong! Come downstairs and have breakfast!”
“Yes;” I said to myself. “Yes!” I shouted louder, so my mom could hear me.
I looked at it and it seemed to be calming down. The puddle at the floor was visible, though, so I grabbed some handkerchiefs and tried to clean it. At least, my bedroom’s floor, as all of the houses’ rooms, was made of ceramic tiles, so it could be cleaned off easily. Once calmed down, me and my friend, I went downstairs to find my mom sat in the dining room while watching TV, eating some butter cookies with milk. The show was a documentary about the military actions made by our country in the last two decades. Interesting, but boring, as everything that came out from that silly box with a screen.
I went to the kitchen and picked a glass. The milk was on the table, as were the cookies, so I went there to have breakfast with my mom. This time, though, she was not naked and sweating.
“How are you this morning, mom?”
“Good, good! Thank you, darling. And thanks for helping me yesterday,” she winked.
“Oh, don’t worry. You were boiling; are you really okay? I mean, no fever or anything?”
“No; I’m okay, honey. I guess yesterday was a tough day;”
Today she was wearing not her typical pajama I guess that it got wet yesterday, I still didn’t know what had happened, and hadn’t understood yet why she had pissed, but I think there was no need of embarrassing her. She had a red sweatshirt on with blue trousers and her brown slippers.
“I’ve got to do some shopping today. I hope you won’t mind to stay a while alone here at home, babe,” she said to me.
“Ah, don’t worry. I will be watching TV or resting at my room. Don’t worry about it, really.”
She smiled, and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thank you, honey. I’ve put some pasta in the strainer. Take some tomato sauce and have lunch if I’m not here by midday.”
“Where do you have to go shopping? It’s almost 11.30 in the morning already. I mean;”
“Well, I have to go out of the neighborhood because I need to find some rare things. Just spices and so. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine and I’ll try to be at home by then.” Once said so, she stood up and went upstairs, leaving everything upon the table.
After a few minutes, I heard some steps going down the stairs and with a brief “Good bye, darling”, the front door closed. I looked at the door, confused by her hurry, but I continued on eating my breakfast.
After a while, someone rang the doorbell. Still in my pajama, with my green shirt, which looked a little bigger now because of my disappeared gut, and turquoise trousers, I headed to the door and looked by the peephole. Pauline, the nurse, was at the door. I checked out my penis, as if I got hard right now would be difficult to hide because of my absence of boxers.
“Oh, Pauline!” I said as I opened the door.
“Hi Chris! I was just passing by and I’ve thought that I could come to ask you how you felt. Is everything alright?” she asked with a wide smile.
I got astonished by how she was dressed. She was wearing a dark red top, which was so tight that not even water would fall between her big tits and which let her belly button breathe to the air, showing up her bright piercing. This all was covered by her wide beige long leather coat, opened so I could see her body, accompanied by a very short black skirt with white stripes, one of the shortest skirts I had ever seen and, in fact, I was asking myself if this was even legal, that covered half of the length to her knees, on which started those black stockings.
“Chris? What are you looking at, little boy?” she said, sticking out her tongue at me, showing me her piercing on it, and winking.
“Oh, sorry. You just look; er; beautiful today.” As I finished the sentence, I noticed that my phallus was starting to react to that view.
“Well, I just came in to see if everything’s alright and if I can help you in anything;”
“Yes! Yes, everything’s alright!” her not-at-all innocent look was turning me on and I had to put a hand on my trousers, trying to cover it.
She stayed there a while, looking at me.
“May I; come in? I mean, if you don’t mind, of course;” she said.
“Er; yes! Of course! Please, come in.”
I closed the door behind her, and invited her to sit on the dining room’s sofa. She seemed not to hear me, and once she arrived at the dining room, she took out her coat, leaving it over the sofa. I looked at her now uncovered body.
“Do you mind if I go a moment upstairs? I need to do something and I will be with you in a moment;” I asked her.
“You know, Chris, I think that whatever you have to do you don’t have to hide from me, don’t you think?” she said, getting closer to me. “You know; whatever I can do for you, just tell me;”
She grabbed my head and approached her lips to my ears, “I’m the best at almost everything I do;” she ended up whispering.
At that moment, my cock was already hard at its maximum, and when she finished talking, it let out some thick streams of precum, staining my trousers. She looked at it.
“Oh; you already came, baby?” she said, caressing my dick’s bulge and its tip with her right hand’s finger. “But I haven’t had any fun, yet;” and she put her wet finger in her mouth, licking it first and then biting it with a smile.
She knelt in front of me and took my trousers borders, grabbing them down. My long erect cock made not possible for the pants to get out of the way.
“I see that you are still hard; I like it; Let’s go for the second round;” and she licked her lips.
She grabbed my dick and forced it to a side, letting it go from the pressure of the clothes. It stood there, hard as a rock and curved a little down because of its weight and girth. Her face was priceless.
“Oh, my; is that true;? Oh, shit;” She spread her kneeling legs a little wider, and started to touch herself under her skirt, while with the other hand she took my cock. “I can’t even close my hand around it; Oh;”
While still touching herself, she started to stroke my cock, while whispering things to herself and moaning. My dick let out two streams more of thick precum. The first went on her top, that got covered with the fluid, and the second went right to her opened mouth under my dick’s tip, as she had been able to react not to let it fall. She licked the tip to assure she could have it all.
“Come on, Chris. If you don’t tell me when you are about to cum I cannot prepare myself to get it everything; bad boy; I see I will have to be ready even if I’m not;”
She opened her mouth and sucked the tip of my phallus, stroking it with her hand while still touching herself. The scene of this beauty sucking my dick while her top got covered in cum, with her round and tight boobs almost spilling out, was turning me on as I’ve never been. My dick spasmed four times, letting out with each spasm a thick thread of precum. I felt how her hand started to move faster under her skirt and her mouth was tighter at my cock’s tip. She started to moan and, all of a sudden, she started pissing right in front of me, spasming her whole body.
“Oh, shit.; Oh; oh.; Shit; oh, my god; ah;” she yelled, after letting go the tip from her mouth, while some of my fluids in her mouth escaped and fell covering her boobs. “Woah; it’s been the quickest orgasm I have ever had, little boy;”
“It’s; that was an orgasm? I thought you were pissing; I mean;”
“Oh; it’s the first time you’ve seen a female orgasm, isn’t it? Poor thing; But we haven’t finished yet; Don’t get too tired!”
She grabbed my bent down thick cock with both hands and continued stroking it, whispering words to herself and biting her lip every now and then.
“Lay down on the floor. I want to feel that cock pushing my insides.”
I did as I was told, feeling the cold floor on my body as she opened her legs and moved aside her soaked panties. Then, she lowered down her body, slowly, introducing inch by inch my cock inside her, spreading her labia with the help of her wet fingers. She couldn’t hide a scream when my tip reached her inside’s depth, and then started to go up and down. It was so tight, and I was about to explode.
“Pauline; if you follow like this;”
“Hmm; yeah, baby? What? Will you fill me up? I’m willing for that!” she said as she started to move faster.
“Shit, Pauline, you don’t understand; you; if I; I; Shit; Oh; Oh, my;”
My words were interrupted by a strange feeling in my stomach, similar to that sensation you feel when you are falling fast, and my body started to contract its muscles. I heard how Pauline let out a scream, as I saw how my cock started to pulse, as if it was a heart alive, breathing, inflating and deflating with every breath, which were accompanied by a cumshot, each, inside Pauline’s pussy.
My legs were hitting Pauline’s ass cheeks as I penetrated her with every spasm, and I saw how my cock was hitting her belly, which was a little bit larger than before. My balls were already soaked in my own cum as it was falling from inside Pauline’s pussy like a cascade, and with each pulse my dick made, a new cascade of cum came out, but it seemed that my cock was too thick to let it out all my fluids from her.
“Oh, shit, babe; this is; ah; better than what they told me; oh;” she said; as her hand moved down to her lower lips again, and started to move quickly. “Oh; shit; shit; here I come; oh; again; fuck; fuck me; I feel; ah;”
I felt how her pussy started to go tighter than before while she started to shoot fluids all over the place, and that made my cock to slip out from her, who was now shooting my cum too. She was laying down on the floor, looking at the ceiling while moving her hand on her pussy, just as I was, but in the opposite direction.
My dick was bent down, pointing to her, almost touching her cunt, still cumming and letting my fluids rest on her now empty belly, while she spit what, not so long ago, I thought was piss wetting all my cock’s bottom side.
After a while, my cock was soft and resting, touching with its tip the floor, and she had stopped cumming, but still panting.
“Oh; my; my God;” she said, “It was; was amazing;”
She stood on her knees and approached to me. She kissed my cock’s tip and licked the whole shaft with its tongue. Then, she grabbed it with both hands and, soft as it was, she introduced it in her mouth and sucked it as deep as she could for a while. I felt her tongue piercing touching my skin, and that made my cock to go a little bit hard.
“Woah;” she said letting my cock go and rest, “I love your cock; We should clean all this and take a shower, however, shouldn’t we?”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to give you some clean clothing?” I asked her, when she was about to open the front door, pointing her stained top.
“Don’t you worry, darling. My coat will keep it safe until I get home. Let me do something first, though;”
She let out the door knob and turned to me. As she knelt, she pulled down my pants, letting my cock free again, moving freely side to side by the impulse, soft but still huge.
“I’ve got to taste it again;” she said as she covered the top of it with her mouth.
 She started to play with her tongue and her piercing, caressing my frenulum. Quickly, it started to grow again.
“Come on, Pauline, haven’t you had enough?”
“Of this immense cock and your delicious honey? Never;” she said, freeing her mouth for a moment and then returning back to her duty.
She started to stroke it with her right hand at the same time I was feeling her piercing making circles all around my tip. I felt how a thick stream of precum came out. She opened her mouth wider and helped to let it all out with both hands.
I was seeing how every stream and drop of it fell on her tongue, and this made another precum shot to leave slowly from my tip, following the marked way of the previous one, directly and smoothly to her tongue, while she smiled. When it finished from leaking, she licked all my shaft from the bottom until the top.
“Enough,” she said with a little trouble.
She quickly stood up, leaving my penis rock hard hanging and waiting for more, kissed me on the cheek and opened the door. Before leaving, though, she looked at me and, with her hand on her head, as a military would do to salute, she said goodbye with a wink and left.
“Bye;” I said astonished, as the door closed.
Chapter Thirteen.
She left his home with pain in her crotch as she walked away, but somehow happy. It had been one of the most pleasurable feelings she had felt in years, and much better than they already promised. She turned the first corner to the right and, after two more streets, she turned left where there was a payphone being used.
She turned a little, so the man in the telephone booth was not able to see her and, once sure that nobody saw her, looked for the little test tube in her coat that they had given her and spilled inside the sample kept in her mouth.
The telephone booth opened and the man inside left. She stayed there looking at the phone. And then, it rang.
“O, four, one, five, one, four, o, five,” she said to the phone; and the phone hang up.
She heard someone knocking on the booth.
“Yes, wait a moment, I’ve already;”
Three gunshots broke the calm that ruled until that moment, as she felt how the warmth of her own blood started to draw on her clothes the stain of her death. The silhouette’s hands, wearing black leather gloves, started to touch her body searching for something.
“Here it is;” the voice said and, then, started to walk away.
Pauline tried to shout, as everything was fading to black and her voice was not much louder than a whisper, and she knew that once she closed her eyes, she would never see the light again.
The serum starts to make effect on Chris and Tina’s lives.Chapter 14.
Lugma was looking through the microscope. That sperm sample that they gave her was supposed to have other aims, but she had been able to keep a little bit from it so she could do some more investigations and tests. She had the feeling that she could find something new after all these years.
In fact, she had found that the spermatozoon were much bigger than they were in other sperm samples, but this wasn’t worth all the effort she had made with the project she was in. She had to found something, and she knew it would be soon.
Grabbing a drop of the stabilized sample, she put it in a microscope slide.
“Come on, little babies, show me something I want to see;” she whispered to the sample.
She grabbed one of the ovule samples next to her and put it mixed with the sperm onto the microscope slide, ready to add the activation enzyme. Before she could do anything else, though, her eyes went wide.
“What the;” she said, “Are they; attacking the ovule?”
The spermatozoon were all going to the ovule, though they shouldn’t as it had not been activated yet, but they weren’t trying to enter in it. They were working all together to kill it.
Astonished as she was, she hit the table which made one of the funnels to fall aside, hitting the Bunsen burner which ended with the flame pointing to the sperm samples on the test-tube rack.
“Shit! No, no, no, no, please, please, please;” she said, while trying to grab the Bunsen burner and put it aside. But the last two test-tubes with samples had already burned.
“Oh; no; please; come in; I can’t bel;” she stopped the sentence all of a sudden. She looked at the samples’ content spread on the table, where they should be now burned and clearly unusable. However, they did not had any sign of damage.
She put closer to her eyes her big glasses so she could look at it better, and grabbed a microscope slider and a dropper to put into it some of that sample. She looked at it in the microscope.
The phone rang.
“Kilinger here,” he said when he answered the phone. “Yes; okay, I will be there in a minute,” and he left her office.
“What is it, Lugma? What have you found?” asked Dr. Kilinger when he arrived to t
50 min
April 20 ‘Telsquo;Terone Test: Part 2rsquo;s Mile High Plans And Soft Landings: Part 2
The past of Tina and her military secrets, affects her son.
Based on a post by Neradark. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Chapter One.
It was raining. The sky was preparing a perfect atmosphere for the news that were about to come. The lights at the cold room were flickering with that yellowish tonality, as the phone started to ring. Tina answered. “How did it go? Please, tell me he’s alright; Please;”
 "Tina; I’m; I’m sorry. We have done all that was in our hands;“ said a voice through the phone, "Brad has passed away, his wounds were too;" 
Tina hung up the phone. She sat on the chair that rested side to side with the wood table upon which the phone was now quiet, as tears started to caress her cheeks. She gave a glance in the crib with the slept baby that had no more than a few weeks. Poor child. She stood up, and approached to the baby. She caressed the hair and face of that little hazel haired angel."It seems we are alone, now, Chris; I won’t let you walk alone in this world."She undid her nurse uniform and let it fall on the floor, feeling the cold winter night deep on her nude skin.
Chapter One.
It was raining. The sky was preparing a perfect atmosphere for the news that were about to come. The lights at the cold room were flickering with that yellowish tonality, as the phone started to ring. Tina answered. "How did it go? Please, tell me he’s alright; Please;”
 "Tina; I’m; I’m sorry. We have done all that was in our hands;“ said a voice through the phone, "Brad has passed away, his wounds were too;" 
Tina hung up the phone. She sat on the chair that rested side to side with the wood table upon which the phone was now quiet, as tears started to caress her cheeks. She gave a glance in the crib with the slept baby that had no more than a few weeks. Poor child. She stood up, and approached to the baby. She caressed the hair and face of that little hazel haired angel."It seems we are alone, now, Chris; I won’t let you walk alone in this world."She undid her nurse uniform and let it fall on the floor, feeling the cold winter night deep on her nude skin.
She grabbed her dark blue dress, which rested upon one of the empty beds and her blue cloche hat, and dressed to leave from that hell of a place. She had to do it fast, since if she got caught the baby would be taken by the government. Carefully, she put Chris in the portable bassinet in which they had brought him, kind of heavy, and, putting some extra robe over it, she grabbed her umbrella and her coat. Before leaving, she took a glance to that room in which she almost had lived 24 hours a day for many years. That week; maybe they won the war, but she had lost the two most important people in her life; and now she had to take care of the one who surely would become the third.
Chapter Two.
I opened my eyes and I found myself covered by the blankets of my bed, looking at the ceiling of my room. I felt like if someone had been playing pool, and my head had been the ball. Touching every inch around me, I tried to get my alarm clock on my bedside table, just to find out I had been sleeping all day. It was 4 in the afternoon.
"I know I always say it, but I won’t have another alcohol drink in my hands for years, I swear,” I thought to myself. I turned on the light with the switch next to the bedside table, which gave me a first glance of my room. At least at first sight, after my birthday party, it seems that I got to my bed without breaking anything; though I remember not much at all from the night before. I stood up slowly, and looked at the mirror that I had on the wall at the feet of my bed, just to see if I looked decent so I could avoid to hear my mom yelling at me for being so irresponsible.
My face and skin looked pale, as it used to, but the bags under my eyes betrayed my history of being a good boy. My short dark brown hair was a little bit tossed, but not anymore than the hair of anyone who would have been sleeping all night, and all day. My beard, of the same color, was in its perfect length, I try always to shave so I leave it long enough to make the impression it has been shaved like two or three days ago, even if it means shaving a little bit every two days.
I turned a little, just to show myself my side so I could see the gut that had been there the last couple of years. Forcing it so it would get bigger, I grabbed it with both hands and gave it some slaps. It was not a huge belly, but for sure it wasn’t sexy. Maybe if I kept the promise of not drinking anymore alcohol it would disappear or, at least, it would do it faster. In this view, however, with my pajamas’ blue trousers having a morning wood, whatever my body would look like I wouldn’t be sexy at all.
I put the pajamas’ shirt that was upon the bed on, turned off the light and left my room, closing the door behind me so my mom wouldn’t see the mess. I walked fast all along the corridor to the bathroom, I didn’t want to find my mom face to face with a hard on in my pants, and I relaxed while trying to remember something from the night before. The only thing that came to my mind were some flashes of my drink in my hand and; nothing else. I closed the bathroom door, once inside.
My angry mom was waiting behind the bathroom door when I opened it, with her arms crossed and her black dress-like pajama on. She was young, in fact was the youngest mother of all those that I’ve actually knew, and the prettiest, too, only seventeen years older than me.
She was a little bit shorter than me, just half a handspan, and I was like 6 foot 1, so she would be about 5 foot 9 in height. Her long black hair, curly at the tips, fell covering her upper body until the height of her D cup tit nipples, that were hard because of the cold temperatures of that time of the year, and visible through the cotton clothing and resting upon her arms. She was fit, with wide hips that would have been the main focus of her entire body along with her tits if it wasn’t for her fleshy lips, reddish even when the rest of her skin was as pale as mine was. Her face right now, however, wasn’t very pleasing.
“What are you looking at? Do you think this is an inn? Do you think it’s normal to wake up now, the day of your birth, a day you’re supposed to spend with your family?” she said frowned.
“Well I; I was tired of;”
“Yes! I know very well this answer! Always tired. You don’t seem so tired when your friends ask you to go out!” Her words were stabbing my head with each syllable. She turned and started to go downstairs, “Anyway, the TV seems to be broken. Take a look at it!” finished yelling from the distance.
Since I was a child, I’ve always loved technology and all that it embraces, so in order to be able to make my own projects, I read almost every book I had the chance to read about. As a result, I had to take care of nearly everything that had a plug on it if it stopped working.
I went down through the stairs, passed the kitchen door where my mom was doing something I had no interest in, and arrived to the dining room. The TV was on a small table, a few meters in front of the sofa. I took the screwdriver that was inside the first drawer of the table, and started to unscrew the TV back. Then, someone ringed the door.
“Don’t worry, I’ll open the door, I wouldn’t like you to do anything that would mean an effort to you,” she said, clearly angry.
I saw her walking to the main door with what it seemed a glass of water in her hand, while I was kneeling in front of the TV. Before opening the door, she took a gulp of the liquid and let the glass upon the entrance hall table. She opened the door.
The TV wasn’t damaged, at least at a first sight. The main cable was simply disconnected from the power connector. However, before touching anything, I had to discharge the device’s accumulated electricity, so as not to get electrocuted. I stood up and went to the bear room, next to the kitchen, we called it that way because as a child, I had a teddy bear which was always in the washing machine as I got dirty very often. I needed to take a jumper cable and gloves, so I opened the toolbox and started to search for them.
“; you know we have our methods, Tina. And you know you are in debt with us,” a male voice at the door was speaking.
“I don’t care any of the bullshit you say! You won’t enter in our lives, so get the fuck out of here!”
“Tina, don’t make us do it the hard way; We’ve been waiting so much for this moment, and you know it. His father started this and he;”
“Fuck you, Charles!”
“Does he know it?”
“Get; the fuck; out!” After yelling this, I heard how the door closed furiously.
I stuck out my head from the bear room, looking at my mom.
“Mom? Is everything alright?”
She turned and looked at me.
“Yes, darling; everything is;” but she stopped as a paper went through under the door. “Everything is alright, babe. Is the TV repaired already?”
Without waiting for me to answer, she picked the paper off the floor and went to the stairs. She looked at me.
“Chris, come on, babe. Everything’s alright. Just someone that I hadn’t seen in years, and it wasn’t expected for him to come right now. Just; just forget it, okay? I’m okay; I will be in my room, I need to rest a little.”
She came to me and, suddenly, she kissed my forehead.
“Happy birthday, darling.”
Chapter Three.
Chris was looking at me with that confused face with which he used to look at me when he didn’t understand something when he was a child. However, he was so clever right now that I couldn’t remember the last time I saw it. I grabbed the paper off the floor, and I headed for the stairs. Chris was still looking at me.
“Chris, come on, babe. Everything’s alright. Just someone that I hadn’t seen in years, and it wasn’t expected for him to come right now. Just; just forget it, okay? I’m okay.” I tried to sound convincing, but I had to think about everything and needed time for myself to settle things up. “I will be in my room, I need to rest a little.”
Before going up, however, I went to him and kissed him on the forehead. After all, he was eighteen now, and he did not deserve that anything from our past could ruin his day.
“Happy birthday, darling,” I said, and I went to my room. Then, I remembered, “Please, this night have dinner with me. I’d like to be with you a little longer on your day,” and I winked an eye.
I closed my door room and sat on the bed while opening the card envelope. It had the government stamp on it, and was written with a tiny letter.
Dear Miss Willingberg,
The following text must be read only by the person who is directed to, written on the envelope. Any leak of information present in this paper will end in terrible consequences for those who are responsible of it.
We are sorry to bother you, but the last occurrences have made us to come to you after all this time.
As you may know, Brad Thornstrong was involved in some investigations for the military services during the last years of the World War II, in which you also took part as her confident and personal carer. Though the fatal fate he had to face at the end of his service, his samples were, and have been, studied since then, revealing interesting facts about our investigations.
Chris Thornstrong, his son, was given to you, as you demanded, though the government had to take care of and make some interventions considered illegal so as to accomplish your requests.
According to our investigations, Chris Thornstrong, could take a crucial paper into our experiments by the genetic concordance between the subjects.
With pity but hope at the same time, we beg your presence into the military services area on the following day of Chris 18th anniversary, so we can still maintain your situation as you requested time ago.
If our invitation was refused or not attended, we will have the obligation to recruit Chris under the command of Sergeant Stregson, as an important part of the government military investigations.
Hoping to see you on the following days,
Dr. Kilinger
PhD in Human Genetics
Please, scratch that line when finished
I couldn’t tell why, maybe because I was absorbed in my thoughts as I read the letter, I scratched that line with my nails. As soon as I did, little sparks came off the point where my nails touched the paper, and it quickly begun to turn to black, as if someone was slightly burning it with a lighter.
“What the;” Before finishing the sentence, the paper was all black and nothing could be read from it. How could I have been so silly?
However, the fucking letter was now the least of my problems. What could I do? If I didn’t agree, they would take Chris by force. This would mean they would explain everything to him, from her real family to all the stuff I helped to do during the war: nothing to be proud of. And what if they took Chris to take part into battle; oh, my God;
I started to cry over my bed, with the pillow covering my mouth so Chris couldn’t hear me, and I fell asleep.
I felt a warm hand touching my arm.
“Mom; Mom, wake up. Didn’t you want to have dinner with me?”
It was Chris’ voice. I opened my eyes and looked at the wall clock, covered with a warm cream light coming from the little lamp on my bedside table. Chris must have turned it on. It was 9pm! I should be finishing the birthday cake by now. Shit!
“Oh, babe; I’m sorry; I fell asleep and I; oh; I’m sorry,” I said as I stood up trying not to fall.
“Mom, don’t worry. It’s alright. Have you been; Are you okay? I mean; your eyes;”
“Yes, don’t worry. I must have been crying in my dreams. Don’t worry, babe.”
“That black paper. Is that the envelope that came from under the door?”
“Oh;” I said as I grabbed it and placed it again inside the envelope. “Yes. I don’t understand what would I want to read from a black paper; Come on, we’ve got a party to celebrate!”
We went down to the dining room, where I begged him to stay until I ended the cake, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess at this time he might have entered into the kitchen and had seen it, so I did not pretend to hide it anymore.
It was a two chocolate cake, milk chocolate on the bottom, cream at the middle, and white chocolate at the top, his favorite, though I didn’t cooked it every anniversary because the ingredients were very expensive for us, the cream, over all, and it took a lot of time to make, at least for me. This year, though, I had no job so the time was not a problem.
I opened the second drawer of the furniture next to the oven, grabbed a glove and picked from it a metallic label, previously washed and dried, and let it rest on the center of the cake. Now it was all done.
“I’m coming, darling!” I yelled.
I took the cake and went to the dining room, and left the cake on the table.
“Mom; It wasn’t necessary at all; However; don’t you think it would be better to have dinner first before the deserts?”
My face went from a wide smile to a “Fuck” that could be read from a mile away. With everything I forgot almost the most important part of it all: the dinner.
“Don’t worry, mom,” he said giggling, “I think the cake is big enough so we could eat from it for days. We can make the dinner with it. What’s that piece upon it?” He took it in his hands and read the inscriptions. “Brand Thornstrong; is it; is it from my father?”
“Yes, darling; I’ve been keeping it all these years so you could have it on your 18th birthday, just as I promised to your father before; well; you know;”
His eyes went wide open and he stood up from the table, hugging me and kissing me on the cheek with a tender “Thanks” whisper.
“And with that; what would you think if we go tomorrow to where your father worked? I can make some of the people who work there to explain you some of his battles and stories!”
“I would love it, mom! Thank you;”
Chapter Four.
My mom was waiting me at the door when I went down. She was wearing makeup, as she usually did when we went out, and a blue cloche hat with a dark blue flower on a side of it. Her deep green eyes made contrast with the color of the hat, but it all went away when the brownish coat appeared into scene.
“Mom; that hat does not make very well with that coat,” I said.
“Shut up, boy. I dress as I like to, and no boy can give me any lessons about colors.”
As I expected, the answer was the same as always. In fact, the hat she wore was a present from my dad, or at least, she told me so long time ago, and she wore it every now and then, even if it didn’t match with her other clothes. However, she always answered the “I dress as I like to” response.
“Come on, Chris, we are going to be late;”
We left the house and my mom closed the door behind me. We walked until the bus stop that was a few meters away from home, and waited until the bus came. It was empty, on Sundays, most people stayed at home, so we had a nice trip.
The bus stopped in front of the most beautiful buildings around that place. Not that houses there were ugly, but that building gave the feeling of having everything controlled, not only in security, but also in decoration, cleanliness, elegance;
We entered the building, and I saw my mom walk fast to a corridor. A tall man with a suit and an earpiece stood in our way. Before being able to speak, my mom showed him the black paper, I would say angrily.
“Oh, Miss Willingberg. Please, follow me if you don’t mind,” he said as he started to walk through one of the corridors.
The room was extremely high, though it had more floors above it for sure, and once in the corridor, the inner walls were made of crystal so you could see a little, or not so little, garden full of plants, with a fountain in the center, and little stones as the floor. My mom, however, didn’t seem to be so surprised as I was.
The man introduced a key into a hole next to the elevators, and a red light turned on. After a while, and with a ding-dong sound, the light turned green and the doors opened.
“Please, ma'am;” he said, moving his hand onto the direction of the elevator.
The doors closed, and we went directly right into the 9th floor. My mom was strangely silent.
“Mom, is everything alright? You seem; worried;”
“Oh, babe, it’s just I’ve not had a good night tonight; don’t worry,” she said, winking an eye, and the doors opened again after another ding-dong sound.
“Wait here, you will be attended in a moment,” said the guy.
As he disappeared with the elevator, I heard steps coming from nowhere, echoing through the empty room. After a while, a bold man with white beard appeared into scene, w
0 min
April 19 ‘Telsquo;Terone Test:‘Terone Test: Part 2rsquo;s Mile High Plans And Soft Landings: Part 2
Getting It Back Up.
Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the ►podcast at Steamy Stories.
“Sweetie. I can tell you from experience, you got talked into the best fuck you might ever get!” The waitress said with a crooked smile. “And if you have half a brain you’ll make damn sure you don’t let him get away without giving you a lot more of it!” She continued as she slid out of the booth. “I think I better go get your breakfast now."
I sat down in the space she vacated and looked down the length of the dinner and noted how many of the "old geezers” as she called them, were staring at us.
It took a few minutes, but she came back looking a bit freshened up, at least no longer sweating, and carrying plates of food which I was really craving now. “Anything else I can get for you?” She asked in a very businesslike tone as she knelt on the seat next to me. “I think you need your face wiped though. Let me.” she whispered as she planted a wet, sensuous kiss on my lips, followed by a shower of slow wet kisses that cleaned all of her cunt juices from my face. “There, much better.” She said as she pulled away, both of us panting and my cock once again hard. “If you need anything else…please let me know and I’ll be happy to take care of it.” She said with a seductive grin and a quick squeeze of my cock.
“No, I think this will do for now.” I said as I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering if I was going to get to eat or not, and not complaining one way or the other. She pulled her hand from my lap and got up, leaning over to whisper something I couldn’t hear to Amanda before walking away with a smirk on her face.
“So what did she say?” I asked Amanda after the waitress was gone.
“She said that if I was smart I would sit next to you and keep that cock hard so I can get fucked again after breakfast.”
“Ah.” I said as I tore into the eggs on my plate. I hadn’t realized just how hungry I was.
The rest of breakfast was quiet. Amanda ate without taking her eyes from me, and I wondered just what she was thinking. Finally after we had finished and the waitress had come and cleared the plates away, I asked her. “So tell me, what’s going through that mind of yours? You haven’t taken your eyes off me since we started eating.”
“I was just wondering how I managed to not get fucked by you sooner. I mean, she’s right, it was the best sex I’ve ever had. But then again, it’s also the only sex I’ve ever had with a man.” She said quietly.
“You were a virgin?” I asked incredulously.
“Not exactly. Just not with a real cock. I mean I’ve done things with lots of toys, and even played around a bit, but I haven’t ever been fucked that way before.”
“Well, I’m sorry it was such a public display then.” I told her, honestly feeling a bit like I had taken advantage of her.
“Oh don’t be.” She said as she blushed. “It was fantastic. I just wouldn’t have chosen to do it like this myself. But I think this place is definitely back on the menu for lunch don’t you?”
“Speaking of lunch. If we plan on getting the plane fixed we better get over to the mechanic.” I said standing up and digging through my clothes to find my wallet.
“Uh uh.” The waitress said as she came over to the table with a couple plastic sacks. “This one was on me.” She said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a soft kiss on my lips, her hard nipples pressing into my chest. “And if you come back later you can have all the free lunch you want, as long as you make me cum like that again!” She whispered in my ear.
“Thank you. I think Amanda is already planning on coming back for lunch.”
“Oh good.” She said with a smile. “By the way, my name is Jenny.”
“Hi Jenny. I’m Mike and this is Amanda. I guess it’s always nice to know names, at least if you’re going to have sex.”
“Uh huh”. She added. “Don’t be a stranger now.” She said letting go of me. I stepped back and loaded our clothes into the bags and gave Jenny a quick kiss before turning and walking toward the doors. Every eye in the place followed us toward the door, including the few naked women that had showed up un-noticed someplace along the line.
It wasn’t a far walk to the mechanics, and there were a number of naked people walking around the streets, but it still felt really odd to be walking naked in public this way. I was beginning to wonder if it really was worth all this to get to into Amanda’s pants. I discarded the thought quickly. Of course it was worth it! And I had a feeling it would be worth a LOT in the future. I opened the door of Freddie’s shop and stepped into the cool, obviously air conditioned, shop.
“Can I help you?” A young lady said, standing up from where she had been bent over the fender of a rather expensive looking BMW Z4.
“Yeah.” I said, trying to pry my eyes away from the massive tits that were swaying tantalizingly on her slim frame. “We’re looking for Freddie?” I said as I took in her long blond hair and sparkling green eyes.
“You found her!” She said wiping her hands on a rag and walking toward us, making her tits swing even more. And now that the car was not blocking her crotch, her completely shaved mound was exposed to my view. “What can I do for you?”
“Well.” I said dragging my gaze to her grinning face. “We had some trouble and had to set down at your airport. The sign said to find Freddie here.”
“What kind of a plane is it?” She asked, her smile turning serious as she realized that I was there for more than just ogling her fantastic tits.
“Corvallis 350. Lost power and I saw a few dips in the fuel pressure before we put down.”
“Wow.” She said with a low whistle. “That’s a pretty fancy piece of equipment. Where is it now?”
“Sitting out on the taxiway. That’s as far as it would go.”
“Well, we better go get it before something happens.” She said as she turned and headed toward the office. She came back a few moments later with a set of keys in her hand. “Since you came in by plane I guess you don’t have a car.” She said with a grin. “And you sure don’t want to walk all the way back to the airport dressed like that, so how about a ride? I can take one of you.”
“I don’t need to go.” Amanda said quickly. “Is there someplace I can wait?”
“Sure. If you go into the back room over there you will find a nice little sitting room. No point in exposing you to all the guys who will drop in just for a quick look, if you know what I mean.”
“Thank you. It has been a bit; well, stressful walking around this way.”
“No problem” Freddie said. “OK stud, come with me!” she added as she headed to the back of the shop. As she led me outside, she pulled a helmet off a shelf and headed over toward a rather racy looking Yamaha sport bike. “You’re gonna need this.” She said with a grin as she picked up the full face helmet hanging on the handle bars.
I quickly pulled the helmet on as she did the same with hers and then swung her leg over the bike, giving me a quick flash of cunt as she mounted. “You know. There are guys in this town who would pay a pretty penny for the ride your about to get!” She said through the lifted visor, just before she hit the starter button.
I got the idea real quick that if I wanted a ride it was going to be behind her, so I stepped forward and pushed down the rear pegs. It only took me a moment to step onto the bike behind her and settle onto the small seat. What to hang on to was an issue, as was what to do about the hard-on that was sticking up between us.
“Go ahead. Wrap ‘em around me and hold on tight!” She said with a laugh as I tentatively put my arms around her body. Hold on tight was an understatement. By the time we had made the first turn out of the alley I had slid up tight to her back, pressing my hard cock between us, and grabbing a hand full of whatever I could around her waist. She accelerated quickly, to nearly fifty in a few seconds, and I squeezed her tight to hang on. Eventually I realized that one hand had a near death grip on a very nice tit, with a hardening nipple pressing into my palm. “Nice grip!” she yelled over the engine as she stopped at a stop sign; after which she cranked the throttle and rocketed back to fifty as if her tail were on fire. And a very cute tail at that. She took a few sharp turns, rolling to a stop in front of the maintenance hangar at the airport, almost before I realized we had arrived. “Here we are!” She said cheerily as she balanced the bike and pulled her helmet off, sitting more upright.
“Sorry.” I said as I unwrapped my arms from around her, reluctantly letting go of the handful of tit I had.
“No worries. It was the best grope anyone has put on me in a long time!” She said with a giggle as I climbed off from behind her. When I pulled my helmet off here was no doubt about where her eyes were looking as she leaned the bike onto the side stand and stepped off; making the swing of her leg take a little longer than was probably necessary. The wet spot on the bike seat where her cunt had rubbed was pretty obvious as she reset her feet after stepping off. She lifted one knee almost to her chest and set her foot on the seat of the bike, leaning forward to re-tying a short boot that looked to be tied just fine, at the same time allowing me an incredible view of her exposed, and obviously wet, cunt.
“So what do you say we pull your plane down here and let’s see what we can see?” She said as she dropped her foot and cast a quick glance at my hard cock bouncing in time with my heartbeat confirming that I had indeed taken advantage of the view she had given me. She walked over to the door and opened it using a key from the ring she used to start the bike, and walked into the gloom. In a few seconds the massive bay door began to lift open. Before it had gotten fully open I heard an engine start deep inside and a few moments later, an old airport tug came charging and smoking out of the hanger, squealing to a halt in front of me.
“Come on!” She called over the noisy engine, patting the narrow seat next to her. I stepped onto the unusual cart and dropped into the seat next to her just as she hit the gas and took off across the tarmac. “Don’t you just love the wind blowing in your hair?” She called as we drove down the long taxiway toward my disabled aircraft.
“Sure. I just keep mine a bit shorter!” I said with a laugh.
“Depends on where you look!” She laughed back, instantly throwing my mind back to the view I had of her shaved cunt.
“I guess it does!” I replied, my cock gaining some of the stiffness it had started to lose. She whipped the little cart around in front of my plane, almost too close in my opinion, and then hopped out to hook up the little tow bar. It only took a moment of tugging and jerking to get my plane’s nose gear to turn and connect to the tow bar she had unshipped from the side of the cart. With the connection made, she jumped back in and dropped it in gear. “And away we go!” She said jovially.
As we moved at a crawl along the almost mile long taxiway Freddie leaned over toward me so far her tit was pressing into my bare arm as she asked “So what does your wife think of you running around naked with other women?”
“Amanda? She’s not my wife. She works for me.” I practically shouted over the revving and smoking engine.
“Really?” She shouted back, a look of surprise on her face. “I wouldn’t have guessed, I mean after the diner and all.”
“Huh? What about the diner?”
“Well, I caught a little bit of your show over there when I stopped for morning coffee. I don’t think that Jenny has been that well fucked in years. Not since her shithead husband left her!” I could feel my face turning red at realization that she had watched part of what ended up being a very public sex-ibition. “Well, look at you all blushing and all. I never would have thought you were the bashful type!” Freddie shouted over the engine. “It’s kind of cute!”
I shook my head and looked over at her smiling face as we worked our way slowly down the long taxiway. My eyes soon wandered down to her tits, glistening in the sunlight with a light sheen of perspiration that was breaking out from the hot sun. Her glance back quickly identified where my eyes were fixed.
“Like what you see?” She called as she reached into my lap and wrapped one hand around my hard cock. “I have to admit your pretty damn good looking yourself!”
“Thanks!” I called back over the roar of the motor as we made the turn off the taxiway toward the hanger. Her hand was still in my lap, now stroking my cock slowly and almost automatically; her attention focused on approaching the hanger so she didn’t clip the wings of my plane as she pulled in. The roar of the tug grew significantly as we rolled into the hanger and made a fast U turn to point back out. I was impressed that she managed to make such a slick move. Not only that she had, but that she had done so one handed. Releasing my cock she reached down and hit the key on the tug, plunging us into silence. We sat in silence for several seconds before she slid out of the tug and walked off, coming back a few moments later pushing a tall tool box looking cart.
“Let’s see what’s going on here then!” She said as she wheeled it to the plane and unhooked a step stool from the side. I was surprised how quickly and how smoothly she located all the fasteners and had the cowling open; her body bent at the waist on top of the stool and her head buried into the engine compartment. I walked around the cart and looked at the screen of the laptop built into the cart; the computer in the airplane happily sharing its memories with the one in the cart. Freddie climbed down and stepped to the computer screen, poking a few keys and making small noises as her discoveries sent her mind off toward possible problems and solutions. For several minutes I thought she had completely forgotten I was even standing there, until she said “Well, it looks like the fuel pump failed, and that is one thing that is not redundant on these.” as she pulled several tools from the box, with a pair of mechanics gloves, and climbed back up on the tall step stool. As she leaned into the compartment and started working deep in the engine area, I stepped behind her, and was stunned by the view I had.
With her standing on the stool, her firm round ass was just at face level, and her bent body and slightly spread legs pushed her cunt out with a most inviting view. Her full outer lips were split by a pair of soft pink inner lips, glistening with tiny droplets of her moisture as they spread ever so slightly apart. It was all I could do to not just lean in and lick them, they were so inviting. I had been staring so long, and so intently, I didn’t even realize I was slowly stroking my cock and that she was looking back over her shoulder watching me.
“If it looks that good, why don’t you do something about it?” She said quietly, moving her feet as far apart as the stool would allow. My brain, fully overloaded with hormones, needed no more invitation. I stepped the few short feet between us and moved my hands to her firm ass. Giving it a gentle squeeze I pressed my face between her creamy cheeks and licked my tongue slowly up and down between her tender lips.
“Oh; fuck.” She mumbled as I moved a hand from her ass to between her legs, allowing my finger to search out, and find, her hard clit. “Oh Jesus you’re good at that.” She moaned as she hung onto the plane for balance while I worked my tongue deeper inside of her and teased her hard clit with my finger tip.
I lost track of time as I lost myself in her succulent cunt, her moans and wetness driving me to continue my pleasant ministrations until my mind and body demanded more.
“Come down here.” I said, pulling my face from her cunt. She turned and climbed down the steps facing me, and then threw her arms around my neck. Her mouth pressed to mine as she pulled our bodies, her soft lips teasing mine and tasting her own juices. I let my arms wrap around her and stroke the back of her body, moving up and down her spine, from shoulders to firm ass, as we embraced; our lips and tongues teasing seductively. I felt one of her arms move from around my neck and trail down to my waist, where it slid between us, finding my hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it in the confined space a few times before she pushed her body away from mine slightly. Her hand forced my cock down until it was bent slightly downward, and then she pulled herself back toward me, positioning me between her legs, the top side of my cock rubbing against her wet cunt.
“Oh yes!” She moaned into my mouth as she her arm returned to my neck and she began to hump her hips to mine, riding my cock in short choppy strokes. “Oh God yes.” I heard and felt her moan as her whole body began to tremble. “I’m going to cum!” She squeaked loudly as she buried her head in my shoulder and humped her hips harder against mine. I felt her teeth gently bite my shoulder as she tried to stifle the cry of pleasure that was escaping her lips; her whole body twitching and jerking. I held her tightly for long seconds while her orgasm faded and her breathing began to return to normal, my hard shaft still trapped between her legs. Shakily she pushed away from me and looked into my eyes. “I can’t believe I just did that. I don’t just go around having sex with strangers.” She whispered, her eyes looking into mine as if searching for something. Finally, after several long seconds, she seemed to make up her mind about what she was looking for and in a very quiet, girlish voice asked me, “Will you fuck me? Please?”
“I’d love to.” I whispered back, reaching for her hands that were still around my neck. I pulled her hands from my neck and then used them to guide her as I walked backwards, around the wing and toward the fuselage. I felt my back come to rest against the side of the plane and pulled her close to me; letting go of her hands I slid mine down to her waist, and stepping away from the plane turned her until she was backed up against the wing. I smiled and lifted her slightly, setting her bare bottom on the edge of the wing and then sliding my hands down her legs as she leaned back. I hooked my hands under her knees and lifted and spread her legs; stepping between them until the head of my cock was just touching her wet lips. She laid all the way back on the wing and pulled her legs wide with her own hands as I rubbed the head of my cock around her wet cunt, bo
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