Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 22
Belle, Paige, Hope, & Madness
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the
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To understand why Hope was currently so meek (for her) and
attentive, you had to understand that her Father was a stern warrior-patriarch
of a very proud and mostly traditional Korean family. At home, she was the
dutiful eldest daughter in a family with no sons; here at FFU, she was aloof
and deadly, except around Christina and company, where she got to be a
relatively normal American girl in her early twenties.
Hope's only experience with men was with her Father, who was
rumored to have killed any male who looked at her sexually, or expected her to
kill the ones he missed. At FFU there were no guys at all for her to form
relationships with, until I arrived. It wasn't a Daddy-issue thing, Hope didn't
charge off into the great unknown; she became a good student and learned,
patiently and confidently.
I would have time later to marvel at my brilliance; at the
moment, Hope planting small kisses across my abs and chest as my shirt came up
was beyond pulse searing. She didn't know stimulation so much as she understood
how a body worked. She also was coolly efficient in easing my shirt over my
She used a strong, steadying maneuver to take each shoe and sock
off before she removed my pants and underwear together. When she finished, she
was left kneeling in front of me, my cock bobbing an inch or two from her lips.
She stared at it. I cupped a hand over each ear and guided her lips to my
I had no intention of ramming it down her throat; her
parting of the lips was enough. It was on her own initiative that she licked
off the pre-cum starting to appear along the slit. Her lips took in the top of
the head and I stopped the pressure on her head. Hope quickly took over,
leaning forward, taking in the whole head, retiring before bobbing back and
letting her lips pass over the head to the start of the shaft.
I let her figure out by using her mouth and wrapping my cock
up with one hand what felt good to me. She was growing in confidence by leap
and bounds but I was still in charge. I touched each shoulder and she looked up
(pretty damn sexy with her cheeks dimpling in as she sucked my cock).
"Stand up and take off your clothes," I
instructed. I held her hand as she stood. Hope's removal of her clothing was no
striptease, although it did have a certain military grace to it, physically
perfect and fearless. Four times I had to stop myself from stepping up and
ravish her as her body's muscles rippled under her smooth, ochre skin and her
breasts swung loose, perfectly round and excited.
"On the bed," I instructed. Hope turned presenting
her taut athletic ass to me, each cheek rolling in tandem with each stride. She
moved to pull back the covers but I stopped her with a word.
"No," I corrected her. "I want you above the
covers." Hope smoothly altered her motion so that she crawled on all fours
onto the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me, deliciously presented, before
I approached her on my hands and knees from the foot of my
sleeping platform and languidly stalked up her body until I stopped and kissed
her at the joining of the thigh to the torso. Hope remained attentive and
quiet, watching me plant kisses on each side of her pubic triangle without
As I worked my way up to her diaphragm, Hope raised her left
leg, bent at the knee, foot resting next to her other knee. I gave a quick
smile; Hope was relaxed and enjoying the moment, which is pretty special for a
first-timer. I let my lips nibble along the bottom rib until I took a nip out
of her waist and made her giggle.
Hope shifted away as she brought the back of her hand up to
stifle her snickers. I let her go. I wanted to give her a wide range of
sensations to sample. Had I done this with any of the other women I'd taken to
bed? No, but no two women are alike. The only person Hope compared herself to
was Hope and I gave her that level of respect.
I laid a path of licks and lip suction up her sternum to her
far (left) breast. I circled the areola with my tongue, making sure to rub the
nipple with my upper or lower lip as I made my circuit. Hope made this cute
little coughing noise but otherwise remained still. Her nipple twirled around
my tongue before I engulfed it with my mouth and started a strong steady
suction that I accentuated by pulling my head up with her nipple extended by
This earned me a twitching in her hips. Her raised leg began
to flop back and forth to the side while the right leg pressed against me and
opened up her crotch for exploration. I took the offer and ran my right hand
along her inner thigh above the knee to her plump, moist cunt lips. On the
first trip I pushed a finger in up to the first knuckle.
I drew some of her juices down along her other inner thigh
until I made a circle under her knee. She shivered slightly as I did so. I
zigzagged on the return trip, this time running a finger from the perineum,
dipping in to her cunt and making a quick twirl right beneath the clit. Two
desperate breaths escaped past Hope's clenched teeth.
Hope's orgasm was close, closer than she realized. I moved
my lips from her breast to her ear once more. I also subjected her cunt to the
energies of another finger. I made slow, shallow strokes directed at parting
the labia around her now rather impressive clitoris, twisting it and squeezing
it between my fingers. (Strong fingers are something you work on in
When Hope's arms snaked up and wrapped me tightly to her, I
knew she was on the home stretch.
"I am going to take you now," I whispered in her
ear. The thrill and confusion of my intentions tore her apart inside.
She wanted to learn and obey but she also wanted to maintain
her virginity, and the two ideas collided like twin locomotives. Remember, sex
is in the mind and Hope's thoughts were on fire. I bit down on her earlobe at
the same time I grappled with her right tit and gave several quick sharp spanks
"Zane!" she started out with a hiss but boiled
into a thunderous shout. Her thighs clamped onto my fingers and she drove (no,
she didn't claw, she impaled) her fingers into me like nails. The temporary
deafness in my right ear was its own reward. I kissed her, running my tongue
along the top and back of her teeth while her body shook and shivered.
When the last of the tremors subsided I released her and
pushed up with my arms, keeping my elbows half bent.
"Zane, I'm sorry. I've hurt you," Hope sounded
worried that her fingernails had blood on them. The pain was nothing compared
to the humiliation I'd go through in the showers tomorrow. Rio took perverse
glee crowing over every new sexual scar I accumulated.
"Hush now; on your knees facing me," I commanded.
This time Hope gave a barely noticeable blink before
complying. She sat there attentively, her ass resting on her heels and her
palms on her thighs looking smoking hot with damp thighs and perky nipples. I
shifted up the bed, keeping to my side until I was properly positioned. I then
reached for the back of Hope's head and confidently directed her toward my cock
Hope picked up right where she'd left off; slurping my head
like a lollipop. Hope didn't get overly ambitious. She sucked me in, rolled my
head around her mouth using her tongue with the occasional sojourn an inch or
two down my shaft. Being at loose ends since Hope was drooling all over my rod
so well, I reached out and began fondling her closest breast.
This time I was rough, milking her breast, gripping the base
of the breast and pulling down until I pulled the nipple. No response from Hope
wasn't a bad thing; if she didn't like it she'd let me know. A few more
pleasurable minutes with Hope and I sat up and put my other hand on the small
of her back (I have really good abdominal muscles).
I brushed my hand knife-like and pinkie first down between
her ass cheeks. I brushed her anus but only briefly because my target was her
cunt once more. She was hot, wet, and welcoming. I worked two fingers in and
pumped her as hard as I dared. When I had her rocking her hips in response to
my thrusts, I jumped my fingers down and vibrantly worked over her clit.
Hope choked and little shimmies emanated from her hips.
Again, I switched things up on her; I moved my hand up and rotated my
forefinger against her anus until it gave way. Hope made a slight gagging noise
but recovered masterfully and upped the tempo of her blowjob.
"Come this way," I directed her by pulling her
Hope wiggled from the waist slightly so she could look down
the length of my body into my eyes. I repeated my hand motion, her eyes flashed
with pleasure and she quickly straddled my body. Now her cunt was nearly at
mouth level (Hope's pretty tall) while her blowjob continued non-stop in our
'69'. I gripped a buttock in each hand, pulled them apart and then lifted my
With my first lick, Hope's resolve began to fracture. I
would grove my tongue, move her hips over me and then lick from her clit to the
bottom of her cunt. I massaged her several times before resting my head and
alternating my fingers in. When my tongue lapped at her creases once more, I
trailed a finger up to her anus, no reaction.
I tickled her backside for half a minute, then substituted
my tongue. I probed delicately and Hope stuttered in response. I went back to
twirling her clit while pushing my index finger through her sphincter. Her oral
attentions finally broke down. She let my cock plop out of her mouth and rested
her forehead on my hip while the overwhelming sensations crashed over her
I felt the tightness of her anal cavity around my finger and
her cunt throbbing against my tongue. I pushed deeper with my finger and her
juices started flowing as Hope became more and more aroused. Valiantly, she stepped
up her game, kissing and sucking one of my balls into her mouth. I moaned,
which made her very happy.
Hope's clit played along my lips as I took it in and sucked
on it. She was rubbing my cock shaft as she tantalized my balls when she felt
it start to pulse in her hand. My cockhead was engulfed by her lips and she
remorselessly gobbling up the top third of my cock with the addition of a
little twisting motion with her head and throat.
"I'm cumming," I growled. "Take it all but
don't swallow until I tell you to." Hope drove me on faster and harder and
I reciprocated on her two holes. When I took on her clit once more, it wasn't
in the form of a monster wave crashing on the beach but like a building tsunami
pulling the energy before pummeling in one overwhelming surge. I poked a second
finger into her anus to drive her over the top.
Hope's back arched violently and a thin stream of fluid
squirted into my mouth. She humped my face and squeezed my fingers in her
asshole in a corkscrew fashion.
"Zane!" she belted out musically. "Oh, God,
that's great, umm, oh, yes, don't stop." My member slapped against my
stomach and my balls were starting to boil and I couldn't hold back for long.
Several more flexes and grunts came from Hope before she
settled down enough for me to get her to do what I wanted.
"Hope, I'm cumming," I ground out once more and
just in time. Hope barely got my shaft upright and her lips over my head before
I began ejaculating into her mouth.
She breathed sharply through her nose but didn't choke or
spew. Time after time she took my seed until I mustered the strength to let her
know I was done. Hope dismounted me and resumed her kneeling position supported
by unsteady thighs. I was a little slower in following her though her eyes
sparkled when I looked into their brown depths.
"Show me," I told her. Hope opened her mouth and I
saw my semen brimmed inside. I kissed her lower lip along its entire length
then did the same to her upper. I didn't take any of my jizz this time, that
would came another time. For now,
"Swallow," I spoke, and she did in a mighty gulp.
I pulled her into me and led us down onto the comforter, Hope resting in my
I soaked up the gentle passion of the moment with Hope in my
arms. When she started kissing me on the neck I realized that was her way of
asking for more. I twisted my body and pulled Hope past me so she could extend
herself onto her hands and knees with me at her side. She lowered herself,
letting her long, luxurious black hair cascade over her far shoulder.
My hands roamed over the back of her neck and shoulders
while I kissed her mid and lower back. I shifted from her side, ending up
behind her. I gave a slight nudge to her calf to get Hope to open her legs wide
and let me position my hips behind her. I gave my rod a few strokes to get it
ready but really the visual tableau of the tightly sculpted muscles of her
shoulders, back, hips, and buttocks made the physical stimulation superfluous
Keeping my eyes on Hope, I leaned way back and rummaged
under the rolled-up blanket at the foot of the bed. The heating pad I'd asked
Barbie Lynn to place there made finding the vial of viscous scented oil that
was being warmed up easy. I was pleasantly assured of my feel for Hope to
notice she hadn't looked back to see what I was up to. That took a great deal
The serenity with which Hope greeted the thin stream of
liquid as it steamed while flowing from her tailbone into her cleft was
intensely arousing to my sight. I set down the container and began rubbing the
oil in. First I started around the anus but I soon moved over each cheek,
massaging them as well. When I coasted down to her inner thighs Hope figured
out what was really going on and I could swear I heard a phantom cough of
She knew I'd tricked her in a playful way. A few seconds
later she pieced together the why, distracting her was secondary to easing the
fatigue creeping through her thighs, lower back and ass brought on by several
tense orgasms. There would be no muting of our joining. For ten minutes she
relaxed and soaked up the hot oil working into her flesh.
I restarted my efforts by kissing each hip, signaling her
that I was anxious for her flesh. I placed one hand on the small of her back
and lined up my cock at the top of her ass crack. I gently rocked forward,
pushing my cock onto her back. Swaying back, I let my cock slip off her ass,
letting it swing free before thrusting forward once more.
This time I directed it languidly along the base of her
cunt, letting my cockhead part her lips and plow her furrows until I touched
then passed the clit on my way through her pubic hair and beyond. I repeated
this orchestra of lust, adding in a movement where my bulbous head pressured
her sphincter to the point of violation before sliding elsewhere.
"Jesus, Zane," Hope sung out, "make up your
mind. You are driving me crazy." Hope wasn't being exhorted to climax by
any loss of control; it was the tension brought about by not knowing what
direction the lesson was going to take. For someone else it would be as if you
were reading LA Confidential one night only to discover that the last quarter
of the book was missing and not accessible until the next morning.
"There will be no intercourse for us tonight,
Hope," I informed her. I began pumping along her cunt, mimicking the
fucking motion. Time and again I let my cock head cut along her labia, brush
her clitoris until it was stimulated by the low ridges along the shaft. It
didn't take long for Hope to start pushing back against me to maximize my
Hope clenched the sheets as we both increased the violence
of our impacts. Her breath was coming in labored huffs and sweat began beading
up all over her skin. Considering how fit Hope was, I was impressed with the
intensity with which she embraced our sympathetic coupling.
"No, not yet; keep going," was her
self-encouraging mantra. "Don't let go, don't let go. Push him, push him
I scooped up the long tail of Hope's hair and guided her
body up off her hands so that her back slid up and down my chest. Our hands did
a little dance of their own. She ended up with her left reaching across and
holding on to my right at her breast. My right still held the majority of her
long locks, and I used those to give a silken caress to my coaxing of her right
breast to sensual overload.
My left hand landed on her stomach and used that perch to
push her harder into me with each thrust. Her left hand wandered back to my
ass. Hope's nails dug in deep (am I being marked/branded?) and she matched her pull
with my push between her legs. When she finally succumbed to her climax,
vaginal juices washed over my cock and down both our thighs.
I was perfectly poised to support my lovers body as she
surrendered to her orgasmic impulses and erotic energies coursed chaotically
through her system. Her murmurs signaled she was regaining control and she made
it definite by placing a series of kisses along my right arm. I coaxed us down
on the bed facing one another.
"I still don't know if I want to have sex tonight,"
"It is your choice to make," I answered. "We
both know you have the confidence now to make that decision when you are
"Are you looking out for me, Zane?" Hope teased me
"Of course. I look out for all my ladies, even those
who can take care of themselves just fine," I noted. She nodded and I
realized that she'd tentatively opened the door into her inner circle of
friends. "To answer an earlier question, I take no pleasure in ordering
you around as some kind of power trip. I communicated with you in a manner that
maximized your focus on our caresses." She nodded and gave me an
affectionate peck on the forehead, reaffirming her dominant status.
"You will come with me and shower," she ordered
me. I retrieved two robes and my shower kit and a naked Hope lead me to the
Solarium shower. We did not bathe ourselves; we lathered, rubbed, and rinsed
the other, and I could tell Hope relished the experience.
"Tell me something: how come you and Heaven have never snuck
off in the woods and knocked boots?" she mused.
"You are not asking because you think we did and didn't
talk about it so you must be wondering what it would be like if we did, so yes,
I would fuck you if you asked me to while doing a little shooter-spotter
bonding out in the forest," I related to Hope; on the Marksmanship team, I
was the spotter to her shooter. Her eyes flashed like lightning on a pitch
black night. A powerful, lethal rifle in hand and a lover penetrating her was
Hope's aphrodisiac, her perfect storm.
"You should get ready for that. I definitely think it
will make us a more simpatico team," Hope smiled and rubbed her breasts
against my chest. "Are you going to make me obey you?"
"I'm going to stick a ponytail up your ass and make you
call me Master," I confided.
"Oh, so how do you want your bullets; orally, anally or
at high-velocity?" she remarked as her grin became more feral.
"I've got nothing but love for you, Baby," I
joked. We finished toweling off and headed for the bedroom area. We immediately
noticed that while the sofa-beds were still open, they were unoccupied. Had we
been that loud? I'm being rhetorical, I am the soul of discretion but I bring
out the vocalist in every woman I meet.
Inside the screens I could make out the forms of multiple
girls having already settled in under the covers. Rio and Mercy were
intertwined at their usual place on the far side of the bed. Barbie Lynn was
curled up, facing away from us, in the middle of the platform, and Vivian was
on her back, eyes closed, stretching out on the near side.
I motioned Hope to follow me to the spot between Barbie Lynn
and Vivian at the foot of the bed. She looked down at her carefully placed
clothes then back to me. Her gaze went to the clock on one of the wardrobes, back
to me, then she followed. We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes as our
hair dried and bodies wound down.
"Umm, that was definitely more than I envisioned,
Zane," Hope sighed happily while staring up at the clo
