Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 26
A New Student (tribal) Council
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"Can we put other restrictions on you?" Simone
"This is not the 'Zane' show," Virginia
Goodswell interjected. "We need to decide when the new Student government
will meet, I suggest Tuesday nights, and how we are going to conduct
"We can start by deciding where we meet,"
Chastity spoke up. "I vote for Zane's place."
"What's wrong with the Assembly Hall, where we've
always met?" Rhaine countered.
"Rhaine, you are drinking a Doctor Pepper, KayLeigh,
you are drinking a grape juice, and Joy was eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream
with chocolate syrup when I got here," Hope snickered. "You have hot
plates and microwaves too, if needed."
Rhaine, Joy, and KayLeigh, all Traditionalists, looked
guilty. They also looked like they treasured their creature comforts because
they weren't running for the door.
"It is a nice place," KayLeigh admitted.
"And you don't get to come back up here
otherwise," Rio grinned evilly. "This floor is devoted to the
"There are a lot of upperclassmen up here right
now," Rhaine pointed out.
"Those are what you would call 'friends'," Rio
sneered. "If you weren't freaking evil, you might have some."
"Please don't put it that way," I requested of
Rio. Rio had every reason to be cranky. Mercy looked even more exhausted
"Zane will arrange the room to fit your needs,"
Christina finally spoke, "I guarantee it."
"You think you can control him?" Rhaine shot
"I'm not afraid of him; he's not some wild beast. I
ask him to do things for me and he does," Christina chided Rhaine. "He
is like any other freshman; it is that simple."
"He's rather mouthy for a freshman," Hannah
"Well, maybe if you put my mouth to other
uses," I bantered back. There was a moment of silence followed by Dana
Gorman taking up her bottled water and walking over to me. She smiled down at
my seated form while she poured out the remaining water onto my crown.
"Cool off, Casanova," Dana cautioned me
playfully before returning to her seat.
"Exactly why do you keep her around again?" Rio
"Can you imagine how insufferable Christina would be
if Coach didn't keep her in line?" I smiled. Christina rolled her eyes
while Rio chuckled. Virginia stood up and cleared her throat.
"I want to make sure that all the ladies, plus Zane,
plan to make this experiment work. It is rather pointless to proceed if any of
you can't be honest now," Virginia, my Spiritual Advisor, poled the
audience. Most of the girls looked around to see who would do what but no one
"I think it is safe to say that we students will
stay true to the Vice Chancellor's plan, though this is not an endorsement of
Zane, his conduct, or even his continued presence here," Rhaine spoke for
"With that settled, we can call it a night,"
Doctor Kennedy declared. "Ladies, consider what issues we need to deal
with so we can bring them up next Tuesday night, 9 pm."
"Who do we send the itinerary to?" Simone
"Zane," Hudson Lane volunteered me.
"I nominate Faith De Young (of Christina's inner
circle) to be our Secretary of Record, if she wants the job," I said.
Faith looked completely taken off-guard but nodded quickly.
"I'll do it," she made clear. The meeting broke
up soon after with most of the student leadership departing. Dana, Hudson, and
Christina & company hung around a little longer.
"Not the Glamorous Gremlin?" Rio teased me on
my choice of Secretary. She gasped and nearly fell over right after that. Iona
smiled softly and shook her head. She realized that she was still a freshman
"Ah, here's one of the controllers," Heaven
gave a devilish smile as she handed the device over to Rio. Miraculously, the
other three sexual wonders were also handed over, ending the threat of torture
"I see a spanking machine in you bitches'
future," Rio snarled at Chastity, Hope, Heaven, Faith, and Christina.
"I swear, I tried to get one of those damn things
all day long," Valarie griped. "You would think that after setting
this up, someone would have given me one, but no, I am a freshman so I don't
"It was you!" Rio screamed, and lunged at
Valarie, who comically batted her away as Vivian and Mercy intervened.
"Yes," Val laughed, "but it was Iona who
figured out how to have captured your days by enlisting the aid of classmates
with video phones. I can tell today's footage is going to be a classic."
"Why did you do it?" Vivian asked Valarie.
"I had revenge on Rio and made Mercy ecstatically
happy; it was a win-win," Val grinned vindictively. It was a credit to
Rio's berserk nature that no one asked what Rio had done to warrant revenge;
everyone automatically assumed that Valarie was justified.
"Everyone's sympathy is under-whelming," Rio
grumbled. "Come on, Mercy, let's get these things off."
"Do we have to?" Mercy pleaded softly. Hell, I
imagine she could barely stand but apparently, her limit to sexual
overstimulation was unconsciousness. Rio used one finger to hook Mercy's collar
"How dare you talk back," Rio whispered, but I
was close enough to hear. "I was going to settle for the vibrating nipple
clamps that arrived today but now I'm thinking a few dozen paddle blows, to
each cheek, are in your future, you annoying little bitch."
Annoying was Mercy and Rio's code word for 'love'; Rio
simply couldn't stand the 'L' word.
"Vibrating nipple clamps?" Christina was both
confused and amused. "Where do you people come up with this stuff?"
"Adam and Eve," Rio shot back without batting
an eye. "Wait until I have Mercy's nipples and lips pierced; then the real
"I don't think Mercy should have her lips
pierced," Vivian suggested forcefully. "They'd be glaringly
obvious." Rio groaned and sighed.
"Not those lips," Rio clarified. "The other
ones, you know, labia, cunt lips, cunt etc." There was a pregnant pause in
the room. "Attach vibrator wires to those bad boys and Wow! Let the magic
Mercy and Rio really were made for each other; they were both
salivating at the prospect. Thankfully, I saw Cassandra hovering around and
looking ready for me to start playing towel boy.
"Ladies, one last duty to perform and then my day is
done," I attempted my exit.
"Zane, is it alright if I spend the night?"
"Of course," I smiled, because I'm a fucking
idiot who is an embarrassment to the very concept of the mentally challenged
and a parody of every teen boy date flick. I was already spending time with
Iona, Paige, Barbie Lynn, and now Hope.
Maybe I can find a way to have a secret government space
array shoot an earthquake laser at my feet so a pit opens up underneath me and
I plummet to a fiery death at the Earth's core. Maybe I watch too much bad TV.
"Iona, did my Viagra arrive yet," I teased my
buddy. "I'm going to need a pill tonight."
"Oh, Zane, I don't think we have any but I'll go
online and see what I can get for you," Iona replied in all seriousness.
"I know some guys who smuggle them in from
Mexico," Valarie offered. "I'll make some calls."
"That is so cool!" Barbie Lynn clapped her
hands. "Now he'll never go down. I can ride him all night long." She
hugged me while a fearful vision of my desiccated, sperm-drained husk lying
open-eyed and lifeless on my bed danced before my eyes.
"Zane?" Cassandra called out.
"Oh, yes, towel boy and bikini selection," I
muttered. I gravitated her way, took her hand, and led her to my room.
"What's that about?" Vivian mused.
"Handmaiden's Duty," Iona informed the ladies.
"He picks out a bikini for her and acts as pool boy while she's in the
"I hope someone cleans that thing from time to
"Every morning at ten o'clock it is drained and
cleaned, and the filter cleaned every Monday," Iona droned on without even
looking up. The rest of that exchange was lost as I retreated to my bedroom.
What followed could be blamed on Cassandra accidently
dropping her drink in the Jacuzzi and me having to retrieve it; it was an unopened
soda can. Or maybe it could be blamed on the surprisingly conservative (for my
room) white and black striped bikini she wore. Whatever was the catalyst,
inside five minutes I had Cassandra out of her suit, front to front, her crotch
pressing me against the side of the Jacuzzi with my head barely above water
while she rode my face in a pattern and energy that reminded me of Hawaii's
Cassandra was pounding the back of my head against the
wood wall as she drove her cunt over my lips and tongue again and again.
"Oh, Baby, you are so much better than my
fingers," she communicated with an erotic growl. "Keep it up, keep it
up!" She was the one in the control of the sexual rhythm so I was not sure
what else I might do but keep licking and sucking as hard as I could.
I was finally able to run a hand along her chocolate
flesh until I managed to push against her sternum and got her to roll her
shoulders back. That allowed me to start massaging and stroking one of her
breasts while my other hand got between her legs from behind and gently
"Za, za, za, Zane!" she screamed out. Note to
self: Add earplugs to my Must Have List.
Cassandra slathered my nose, lips, and chin with her
rather scalding, light to the tongue and tasty fluids. If she wasn't still
trying to give me a concussion with her hips I might have enjoyed it more. As
her orgasm dissipated, she slid down my body with a sated sigh. Her legs were
outside mine so as she descended, her cunt came to rest on my Speedo-encased
cock. Saying that my cock was hard would be like saying snow is cold or the
English love their soccer; pretty much a given.
Her eyes grew wide when she realized where she rested.
She's a senior and a virgin in a Christian Girl's school, she began humping me,
of course. Being Cassandra, she began humping me hard and thumping her way to
"Zane, I am totally rethinking you being allowed on
campus," Cassandra panted.
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" I
wondered. At this time I had one finger lightly in her cunt as my other hand
tenderly tweaked one of her nipples.
"Oh, I think every junior and senior should have
their own personal freshman boy to keep under control with a strong hand,"
she grinned while she kept working my rod over with her cunt.
"Wouldn't it be nice if we developed a peaceful,
platonic relationship based on mutual trust and respect?" I suggested
hopefully. Cassandra gave a deep, throaty laugh.
"You're funny, but no," she grinned evilly.
"After all, if that was the case, I couldn't do this: Zane, suck my other
nipple, suck it hard, while I play with your fat phallus." Oh yeah, I love
the way this is going (insert internalized weeping).
She worked out my cock painfully fast and began rubbing
it deeply between her labia, to the point I felt the tightness of her vaginal
"Zane, you know a whole lot about the sex
stuff," she stated. "What's a cock ring?" Oh, HELL No! I have
enough difficulty ejaculating as is. The last thing I need is something that
allows another to make the prospects of my ejaculation even dimmer.
"It's a device, a ring, that is placed over the base
of the cock to restrict blood flow, thus allowing longer erections," I
grudgingly confessed. "Thinking about getting one, as a Christmas present,
for someone out of state?"
"So, you could have intercourse, for a long time,
and not ejaculate, so a girl would be, safe, in fucking you raw?"
Cassandra's voice was becoming more strained.
"Technically, yes, but a little music, some
hand-holding, and dinner at McDonald's would suffice in getting me
aroused," I tried to explain. "There is no need for, something like
"Zane, clearly God put you, on this campus as a test
for, true believers," Cassandra related, "And every woman here needs,
to be tested, A Lot!" she screamed out her second orgasm of the night.
My hands raced down to grab each luscious buttock before
her spasms caused her to slip down my cock and make her virginity a thing of
the past. When my cock slapped against my stomach, I held Cassandra tight until
"You need to stay on campus during the
weekends," Cassandra moaned with content exhaustion, "so we can use
"Why do you think I flee campus every weekend?"
I thought. If she had her way, I'd be walking around with an IV in my arm and
popping Viagra like M&M's. I chose life! If you think I am a coward, step
up and take my place. I'll sneak back into the cemetery at night and put a
flower on your headstone. You can take that permanent smile etched on your face
"I have to ask: What brought this on?" I
"I received one of Mercy's controls and we shared
the next class," Cassandra confessed. "She glowed with such pleasure
I thought she would pass out. I was suddenly curious."
"I had nothing to do with that," I groaned.
"I swear, it wasn't me." Cassandra placed one hand on each side of my
"Zane, it wasn't you, I know that," she smiled,
"but it is your presence that allowed something like that, her ability to
experience that level of pleasure, that I want to experience. I have to go now.
I need to report to the other girls what it was like so we can figure out what
You know, if I had been paranoid, I would have been
right, people are plotting against me. Cassandra stood up and stepped onto the
bench so that I was once more facing her puffy, somewhat abused cunt lips
before she swung one leg over me and exited the tub. I closed my eyes and let
my head hang over the side, facing up.
"Towel boy," Cassandra taunted me. I looked at
her. Cassandra was dripping wet and she was extending a towel my way. I pulled
my own tired ass out of the Jacuzzi and tenderly buffed her excellent body
until she was dry. She gave me one last kiss, dressed, and virtually skipped
out of my domain, happy, arrogant and plotting my demise.
I cleaned up, dealt with the Jacuzzi, and took in my
surroundings. The only witnesses to my congress and conversation with Cassandra
were Dana Gorman and Hudson Lane, my voyeuristic adult female 'friends'.
Dana pulled me over as I walked passed her. Hudson Lane
had gone off to get some drinks.
"You have no respect for my survival instincts, do
"Not really," Dana smirked.
"Fine," I groaned in feigned annoyance.
"She wanted to talk so we talked, nothing else happened."
"She beat you up, didn't she?" Gorman
Another deep sigh on my part came out before I confessed,
"I wanted to smack you around from the first day I
met you," Dana laughed. "I think Ms. Black has done admirably not
beating you black and blue before now."
"Has yet another girl beaten Zane up?" Hudson
angled around to sit next to Dana. "The consistency of the femdom
attitudes at this school is frightening."
"Don't throw stones, Ms. Lane," Dana warned
her. "You, Zane, and Ms. Messier, the lawyer Ms. Buchanan hired to help
Zane when he went to jail, I was head of security when it happened and I know
when Ms. Messier arrived on campus, where she stayed, and when she, and you,
"You never said anything to Chancellor Bazz?"
"No," Dana responded. "You three are
adults, and ruining your career here wouldn't have made expelling Zane any
easier. I wasn't the sex police."
"Thank you," Hudson smiled. "I now have
another reason to be happy Zane championed your cause with the Board of
Directors." She touched Dana on her thigh.
"It's not going to happen, Lane," Dana informed
the lawyer while opening her V-8. "I've had a long time to figure out that
I'm not attracted to women." Wow, Dana knew that Hudson was bi-sexual and
didn't care. That was another big plus for Dana in my book.
"That's what Brigitte Messier thought as well,"
Hudson winked. "It turns out a little bit of Zane goes a long way to
loosening up a girl's morals and expanding their horizons."
"I repeat, it is not going to happen," Dana
shook her head. "Zane's a student and I'm a teacher. Perhaps the day he
graduates, I'll kidnap him for a long, frustration-relieving weekend. I haven't
had sex in eight years and watching him work really stresses my resolve."
"You could always join me in the hot tub," I offered.
I wasn't sure how serious I was. I also wasn't sure how bad a concussion
"Zane, do you have any idea of what I would do to
you if I focused all my pent up sexual fury onto that body of yours?" Dana
"Does it start with me tying you down?" I
suggested sweetly. Hudson was looking really intrigued by this. I was beginning
to believe she had this erotic attraction to 'turning' straight girls, most
likely mirroring her own Law School experiences.
"What do you think?" she glared. Dana was
becoming seriously aroused.
"I guess my only other question is if I can outrun
you," I joked. Dana kept staring.
"Zane," Hudson snickered, "do you realize
that your swimsuit is basically transparent when wet?"
"No, I didn't," I gulped once more. My package
was less than a foot from Dana's lips. "Sorry, I'll be going to bed
"That's a really nice ass," Dana sighed as I
"It is even nicer to touch," Hudson commented.
"It's not happening, Lane," Dana grumbled.
"Oh, you will come around," Hudson Lane laughed
softly. "I have faith in Zane." Dana growled in rebuttal.
When I rounded the first cut-back leading to my bedroom,
I heard and smelled sex, suddenly, sneaking off to Gabrielle Black's place and
hiding out for the night sounded like a good idea, barring her killing me, of
course. I sorted out the noises as I moved around until the room came into full
Reminder number one: Check the God Damn air filters!
Where the fuck do I begin?
On the far side of the bed, Mercy was on her knees, head
down on a pillow with her painfully ecstatic face looking toward me. That was
how I could tell she had been gagged. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back,
she was moaning and sweating up a storm, and her whole aura emanated with
In case you might be wondering where her Mistress was:
Rio was straddling Mercy's back, ass resting on Mercy's neck (by the tension in
her thighs, Rio wasn't pressing down hard thankfully) and facing her playmate's
highly vulnerable posterior.
"Hold out a little longer, my slut," Rio egged
Mercy on quietly as she paddled those beautiful exposed ass cheeks, apparently
And now it gets weird(er): Behind Mercy, facing Rio,
wielding a strap-on with firm, slow, and steady strokes, was Paige. For the
love of the Almighty, should I be quarantined as an immorality contagion? It
wasn't like Paige was an angel but she was taking a few giant steps to
proficiently wielding an artificial cock into a bound girl's bunghole. The fact
that Rio and Paige despised each other continued warping my perception of
Barbie Lynn (farthest away in the closest group), Vivian,
and Valarie were on the near side of the sheets. They weren't actually having
sex but were talking in low voices with the occasional running of a hand
through a companion's hair or tracing a finger from hip to thigh. It was
sensual without being pornographic. It also appeared to be something they all
In the middle section of my sleeping platform (it is an
awesomely big bed) was Iona and Hope, who were doing a little more than
cuddling together in quiet conversation. Hope stroked Iona's head
compassionately as Iona gently teased and suckled on Hope's left breast. Every
ounce of my experience cried out to me that Iona had initiated the sexual
contact. That boggled the mind, right up there with Hope allowing a near
stranger such intimate contact.
"Hey, Lover," Barbie Lynn gifted me with a
sultry leer, "are you going to take that off or are you going to allow him
to bust out on his own?" Bathing suit, cock, raging erection; got it. I
yanked off my speedo fast enough to make my skin burn. I wrapped it up in a
towel before tossing them in the clothes hamper.
I quickly plotted out my journey, figuring out where I
was supposed to end up. I was giving up the illusion that I controlled events
because if I was created in God's image and that was the reason God wanted men to
rule over women, then I think God was really Goddess and Heaven's soul had it
Valarie gave me a fearless grin as I climbed over her on
my way to the middle. She shifted so that her breasts swayed from side to side.
I took in the view before kissing her and moving on.
"Try to settle things down by eleven, Zane,"
Vivian requested. I nodded and then kissed the tip of her nose, which she
returned by kissing my forehead. It was very motherly of her, barring the fact
that the sheets barely covered her pubic region and every exposed bit of her
My last hurdle was Barbie Lynn, and that was an obstacle
in more than just the physical sense. She knew how to stretch and yawn just
right for making my blood boil with lust and my vision cloud with desire.
"You will come back to me, Zane," she said with
brazen tenderness. "Now go on and take care of the others who need you
now." Best Blonde Bombshell ever.
As I settled behind Hope who was still facing Iona, I
took it slow to let her instincts understand that I wasn't a threat but
"What's going on here?" I inquired delicately.
"Hope, I didn't think you liked Iona all that much? And Iona, you have
become much more confident in the past month; I like it."
"Zane, Iona is one of the bravest freshmen I've ever
met. She's never backed down from a challenge and is smart enough to fight the
battles she can win and send others to win the one's she can't," Hope
explained. "I have admired her for some time."
"I know you wanted Hope to be put at ease,"
Iona related. "She's surrounded by people she has minimal familiarity
with. I reasoned that I could help her adjust by doing what you do."
"Sexy, clever, lethal girls; this is definitely
going on my Santa Wish List," I grinned. I was trying to settle in behind
Hope when she wiggled around onto her back and indicated she wanted me to move
between her and Iona. I was hardly in the mood to refuse and soon, both ladies
were nestled in my arms. I was thinking about the next step when the situation
around Mercy increased in energy and volume.
Hope pushed halfway over my chest and Iona turned away
from me so they could watch the proceedings. Mercy was shivering like a leaf in
a thunderstorm. Rio moved up so that her face was inches away from Paige's. I
could see Paige contemplating her next action before she leaned into Rio. They
each placed a hand behind the other's head to keep them close as they kissed.
"You smart-ass hooker," Rio snickered.
"What flavor is that?" Mercy was cresting toward her orgasm
unattended while Rio made small talk with Paige.
"Mango, lip balm and mouth wash," Paige beamed
triumphantly. Rio snorted.
"Really start hammering the bitch," Rio
ordered/requested. Paige nodded. She slowly drew back until only the tip of the
fake phallus remained in Mercy's rectum before savagely slamming it all the way
Mercy squealed through her gag and began to violently
spasm. Rio dismounted Mercy and flopped beside her partner's head.
"Don't you dare lose it, Cum-Bunny," Rio
pressed Mercy. "Disappoint me and you will get nothing until the weekend.
I won't let you touch anyone, even yourself. Are we clear?"
Mercy sobbed and nodded while her body teetered on the
precipice of total collapse. Paige was displeased with Mercy's resistance and
began spanking her thighs and buttocks hard enough to leave imprints. Rio kept
stroking Mercy's hair and urging her to hang on. At the pinnacle of the moment
I knew Mercy could not go on, Rio spoke softly into her ear.
"You annoying whore," she said, "I am so
proud to be with you. Don't ever leave, now cum." Mercy's resulting climax
was so powerful that her muscle spasms knocked Paige back on her heels knocking
the strap-on mostly out of her ass. Mercy squirted, really squirted, onto
Paige's lap, with even more juice shooting and coating Mercy's thighs and my
Up front, Mercy was cursing up a storm through her gag,
grinding the fabric between her teeth with tears streaming out of her clenched
eyes. Before her thrashing subsided, Rio had pulled the gag off and was kissing
her fiercely on the lips, again and again. Mercy curled into a ball and Rio
immediately wrapped her arms and legs around her Sub, keeping her presence
Rio saw our attention being directed their way and
mouthed: 'Best Bitch Ever!' using her eyes to exaggerate the force of the
words. Paige was still looking over the sticky mess that she had become.
"Put the contraption to soak in the big sink and
take a shower," I suggested. Paige could see no flaw in my suggestion so
she gave me a wink, unstrapped the device, and made her way out of the room.
When my eyes snapped back from watching a naked Paige
exit, I saw that Hope's focus was on me.
"That looked fun," Hope stated clinically.
"It is not for me but it definitely looked like they all felt, cleaner in
a spiritual sense when they were done. I would never have suspected. In fact, I
thought being bound was debasing and weak."
"It is called bondage and it is part of a sexual
practice called BDSM, bondage, discipline, sadomasochism," I explained.
"It definitely isn't for everyone, and certainly isn't as bizarre as
"Zane," Hope glared, "I saw a CSI episode
on furries and you can't be an Asian or Asian-American high school girl in the
United States and not know about cosplay; Iona and I are not into either one of
those lifestyles I'm pretty sure."
While Hope was distracting me with her knowledge of other
sexual subcultures, Iona snuck a hand beneath me and pinched my right ass
"Ow," I jumped. "What was that for,
Beautiful?" I pleaded to Iona.
"I wanted to?" she responded meekly.
"That sounds like a perfectly good reason to
me," I smiled. I would be somewhat offended if it was someone else but
Iona was special; like Rio, she would always have my back, but unlike my
chaotic fiend, she never abused my trust (or so I thought).
"Do me a favor?" Iona requested.
"Sure, anything for you," I answered right off
"Make her happy," Iona's eyes sparkled as the
flickered to Hope. "Tickle my ear when you finish."
"Sure," I sighed with feigned regret, "if
"Thank you, Iona," Hope snorted in amusement,
"Nite-nite," Iona yawned, then rolled over and
pretended to drop off to sleep. Like that was going to happen anytime soon!
"What no-, Hope got out before I rolled on top of
her. I used one leg to wedge hers open, then settled between them as I lowered
my body down. Hope looked at me quizzically.
"Touch me wherever you like," I instructed. I
showed her what I meant by kissing her cheek, then edging around to suck on her
Hope led off with her fingertips running along the muscles
of my forearms and following a twisted trail up to my shoulders. With equal
care, she began rubbing her toes along my calves, up to my knees and lower
thighs. This had the added benefit of rotating her hips so that her pubic hair
scratched along the veins of the base of my cock.
"You know this is going to make field work with you
far more difficult," Hope murmured.
"Now you know what I've been going through for a
month," I teased her back. "Now you know how I feel naked under your
"You touch yourself much?" Hope giggled. Iona
did her best to smother her own mirthful reaction.
"Maybe you should come to my bed more often to keep
my hands otherwise occupied," I suggested. Hope arched her back, thrusting
her breasts into my chest and laughed lyrically.
"Touch ," Hope conceded. "I wondered if I
was imposing on your hospitality, wanting to spend tonight with you. Now I'm
feeling as if I've been lured in and seduced by your masculine wiles."
"Zane, manipulating somebody!" Valarie gave a
comedic gasp. "Well, there is always a first time for our ham-handed
Lothario to launch a plot that doesn't involve him getting an extra fish stick
"Ham-handed," Barbie Lynn mused. "His
fingers are smoking but hardly ham-like," which she emphasized by rubbing
her hand over her crotch.
"Do you often stick smoked country ham between your
thighs, Barbie-Baby?" Valarie taunted.
"Only when your magic tongue and fingers aren't
available," Barbie Lynn volleyed right back.
"Oh, you did not say that!" Valarie choked. She
vaulted on top of Barbie Lynn and the two started wrestling. Vivian scooted
toward the edge and fended off the combatants from rolling over her.
"When we graduate and drag you back to our dungeon
to live, are you going to miss other bed partners having these mid-coital
conversations?" Hope smirked.
"You underestimate your ability to focus my
attention," I countered. When you are in bed with someone, you are in bed
with THAT person, or so I believe. Hope's look sizzled, her body heated up, and
she pulled me so close and tight, I couldn't make out any details beyond her
"I hate them," Hope purred.
"Who?" I worried. You don't want one good friend
to hate another good friend. You really don't want a good friend with
marksmanship skills out the ass not liking someone you have become attached to.
"Christina and Heaven," she sighed, but I knew
she wasn't serious. "Christina because you would rather be with her and
Heaven because she has you."
"Hope," I maneuvered so I could stroke her
cheek, "I can't promise you or anyone else anything beyond this school
year. Neither one of us qualifies as 'normal' by any definition of the word. I
certainly like being with you, if that matters, and not just in bed. You are
beautiful, intense, and serious in a way we shouldn't be."
"Serious is not the most intimate of
descriptions," Hope joked, "but I think I know what you mean. As
chaotic as your life is, I think we balance each other out." I didn't need
words to agree with that; I let us return to our game of touch, kiss, and lick.
We were getting back into a playful tempo when the fight between Valarie and
There was no hot, spontaneous lesbian eruption; it
devolved into Valarie having Barbie Lynn pinned with her wrists on the pillow
held over her head. Valarie was trying to administer a 'Wet Willy' (sticking a
finger, or tongue, into your opponent's ear) and finally succeeding.
"I give, I give," squealed Barbie Lynn.
"Anything?" Valarie prodded suggestively.
Barbie Lynn's very ample bosom heaved with each deep breath she took, which had
the effect of rubbing them in circles against Valarie's dangling breasts.
"Come with me to the Southwest this summer,"
Valarie demanded. Barbie Lynn was still giving it serious thought when Paige
came traipsing back in, drying her hair.
"Where in the Southwest?" Paige inquired.
Valarie sat up on Barbie Lynn and looked over her shoulder at the albino lass.
"West of Laredo, East of the Pacific, South of
Denver and North of Mexico," Valarie answered. "Sant Fe, Vegas, the
Painted Desert, places like that." I didn't see coming what happened next.
"Valarie, would you consider allowing to me come
along?" Paige asked politely.
"You really want to impress Zane that much?"
Valarie divined Paige's intention.
"That, and he's most likely going with Rio as
well," Paige responded, "so you are going to need all the help you
can get." Rio didn't respond verbally, Mercy was still recovering, but
"What do you add to our little expedition?"
"I'll do it," Barbie Lynn interjected. "I wasn't
sure what I was going to do after graduation but seeing more of the world will
do me good, and I hear it is cold in the desserts at night and I don't want
Zane to catch a chill," she adds with a smile.
"I speak Spanish, plus a strong understanding of
electronics, botany, and computers," Paige continued with a twinge of
"Fine, both are in. We are getting our rides
tomorrow afternoon at five," Valarie announced.
"Zane," Hope whispered, "I appreciate the
silence of our first date now more than ever."
"We can go back to your place?" I offered.
"Oh, Chastity would love that," Hope snickered
playfully. "I'm afraid if you don't ravish her in the next few weeks, she
is going to rape Heaven."
"I'll keep that in mind, but right now I want to be
where I am, with you," I kissed Hope's nose.
"Can I try something, Zane?" Hope turned
serious and introspective.
"Paige, come over here with me," Barbie Lynn
suggested. The blonde wiggled over so that Valarie fell to the far side and
indicated that Paige should join her.
"You only want to sex up my body," Paige
accused Barbie Lynn, as she hopped onto the foot of the bed and put her fists
"But of course I do, Paige-shugah," Barbie Lynn
licked her lips, "now get over here and give me a taste."
"Oh. In that case, Paige scampered over and
reclined next to the dynamite blonde. Barbie Lynn had a strong, subtly alluring
persona while Paige was constantly aggressive.
"A naked Paige Zeller sexual molesting an equally
naked Barbie Lynn Masters will go down as yet another thing I never thought I'd
"Be careful who you think is molesting who," I
cautioned Hope. A few seconds later Paige shook and fluttered. Barbie Lynn had slid
a stealthy hand between Paige's thighs.
"Oh, someone's been a bad little kitty," Barbie
Lynn cooed, "A bad, soaking wet little kitty." Paige hiccupped, then
shuddered again. "Does kitty need to be petted," Barbie asked as she stroked
Paige's love box, "or does kitty need to be spanked?" And Barbie Lynn
spanked Paige's cunt lightly, making Paige jerk.
"Master, I stand corrected," Hope nodded her
head to me in respect of my sexual insight.
"You wanted to do something?" I brought Hope
"Yes, Zane, yes I did," Hope smiled.
"Please lie on your back and close your eyes." It was my turn to nod
as I complied with her wishes. She settled her haunches on my crotch and waited
First was a kiss, followed in slow progression by a
finger, nose, earlobe, toe, two fingers coated in her juices, two fingers
coated in Paige's juices, a nipple (most likely the right), her other nipple
coated in Barbie Lynn's juices, Valarie's tongue (given away by the movement
toward me), Hope's tongue, her other big toe, and ending with her lips and
tongue. The anticipation of what was coming next was fun. As Hope reclined on
top of me, Mercy finally began to stir.
"Were you a good little tramp tonight?" Rio
panted hungrily at her partner.
"Yes, I, was I?" Mercy rasped. She was fighting
to stay awake, her fatigue a heavy burden to bear.
"The Slut will say 'Yes Mistress; yes I was allowed
to be good tonight'," Rio nuzzled Mercy's neck, ear, and jaw.
"Yes, Mistress," Mercy purred. "My
wonderfully annoying Mistress allowed me to be good tonight." Rio spanked
Mercy's burning hot ass flank hard. Mercy flinched and cried out in pain.
"Did I tell you to adlib, you annoying, frustrating
skank," Rio taunted her, "or is my whore clever enough to sneak in an
Mercy buried her face in a pillow but I could swear she
"Nipple clamps for you in the morning, and I'm
getting those bitches pierced on Saturday, got it?" Rio clarified the
point by rolling each nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Mercy nodded but
kept her face in the pillow. "Fine, let's get underneath the covers.
Snuggle up with me to keep me warm, and you had better suckle my nipples.
Rio took up her normal sleeping area, avoiding the wet
spot, with Mercy at her side, her tongue playing with Rio's left nipple.
"Mercy," Rio whispered. Mercy kept
tongue-flicking the nipple but looked up.
"You rock," Rio said even softer. Mercy pulled more
of her weary body over Rio as the nipple play continued and Rio began stroking
her paramour's hair lovingly. In that relationship, it was getting harder to
determine who the 'better' half was.
I searched around blindly for some lube, which had 'mystically'
migrated under Barbie Lynn's pillow.
"Hope, put some oil on my cock and on your ass
cleft," I told my Korean princess. She barely broke her iron mask of
indifference before taking the bottle and doing as directed. I caught sight of
Valarie, Vivian, and Barbie Lynn all peeking my way.
I imagined it was the curiosity about my apparent
decision to 'break' Hope in anally.
"Hope, point my cock up and mount it," I
directed. In theme with the game the two of us played, Hope took my commands
without question, even to the point where her virginity was in question.
"Push it back," I stopped Hope's decent as it
contacted her rather moist slit. She pushed back a little. Being a virgin, she
probably wasn't sure where in the cunt, a cock should penetrate. "Farther
back," I insisted, then again, "no, still farther." I felt my
rod separate her ass cheeks as Hope slid on down. Only when her now soaking
mound settled on my pubic bone did she figure out the game.
"Ah, that's cold," Valarie whispered to Vivian and
"No ass sex for Hope tonight," lamented Barbie
Lynn. My precious blonde really loved anal sex. I put my hands on Hope's hips
"Now ride me, Hope," I smiled. "Give me
Hope started out slow, working out a rhythm that pushed
my shaft and cockhead as deep along her ass crack as possible. She even stopped
for a moment and applied more lube. Soon she was thrusting hard back and up
quickly, then allowing a long, leisurely ride back to my crotch. She bounced
down on me again and again, her resounding impact on my crotch becoming a
Hope was powerful, vibrant, and strong; she needed little
of the guidance provided by my hands on her hips. I decided to move my right
hand to her finely groomed pubic hair, then to her soft pubic flesh itself. I
alternated between splitting her lips open and massaging her clit. With my left
hand, I coaxed stimulation from her right areola and nipple.
This time, instead of scarring me, Hope wrapped her
fingers in her hair. She gave a few desperate convulsions, then her whole body
"Zane! Oh, fuck!" she screamed. Her ass cheeks
tried to squeeze my cock in a steel-tight vise but fortunately, the lube caused
it to pop free before those buns of steel could turn my man-meat into ground
beef (sometimes I visualize too graphically).
"I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't seeing it with my
own eyes," Vivian sighed. "A girl comes to a boy's room, both naked,
and bad thing are supposed to happen, it is a moral weakness. How can either
one expect to be constrained? Unless the boy is Zane, then it is all happy fun
time. How did he not have sex with Hope right now?"
"Sex isn't evil," Barbie Lynn yawned. "We
are not committing a sin and we are not weak."
"Amen to that," Valarie muttered, fighting off
her own yawn. Vivian nodded and curled up with Valarie. How that couple came
"Zane," Hope asked as she slumped gently onto
my chest, "what is actual sex with you going to be like? Is it going to
"Oh, God, I hope not," I exaggerated. "It
is going to be hard enough explaining to your dad how we are sharing a mutual
learning experience. Telling him you died happily in my arms will not save my
"I understand," Hope purred. "We fuck each
other to death, problem solved."
"Yeah," I groaned, "that's exactly what I
was about to say." Hope laughed wearily.
"Does this mean we can have him now?" Paige
whispered to Barbie Lynn. Apparently, I had a heart attack or stroke because I
dropped off to sleep before I could make a retort.
Just say No gets a whole new meaning.
"There must be a reason you are here,"
Gabrielle Black questioned Rio. Rio spun around, expecting the classic chic vs.
slasher boogeyman stance where 'she' was right behind her. Gabrielle was, in
fact, four meters away, halfway in the doorway.
"Whoa, bi, give me a damn heart attack, why don't
you?" Rio gulped. Gabrielle gave no response. "Fine, Zane, wait! Is this
"If you are asking if it is bugged or being
monitored, then the answer is 'no'," Gabrielle stated. Rio was starting,
yes, just starting, to get wigged out by the Head of Security's icy calm.
"Fine, you freaky, scary-ass, if I call you a bitch
will you hurt me?" Rio smirked.
"You have fifteen seconds before I decide whether or
not to damage you in a permanent fashion, Ms. Talon," Gabrielle warned
"Permanently damage somebody? What kind of
egocentric wacko-douche says, Zane sent me to tell you that 'There is no
Cordelia Dresden'," Rio blurted out, hating to lose the suspense but
deciding that losing a finger would be worse. Gabrielle didn't move.
"Well?" Rio asked nervously.
"I will put your arm behind your back in what appears
to be a painful manner; I will walk you over to the Vice-Chancellor's office;
my hold on you will be relinquished; we will wait for Ms. Revel to send us into
Doctor Scarlett's office. You will admit to breaking into my house; I will
inform her that you have agreed upon a punishment; she will agree, and we will
leave; and then I will escort you back to your class," Gabrielle stated.
Rio was nodding, not in understanding but in suicidal thoughts.
The next thing Rio knew, Gabrielle stealth pounced on her
while remaining in plain sight. She twisted Rio's arm behind her back and
turned her toward the door. Being the veteran of dozens of police chokeholds,
beat downs, and other blatant abuses of authority, Rio was equally surprised
how painless the hold was.
"What do I tell Zane?" Rio asked.
"Zane's not expecting an answer," Gabrielle
"How the fuck do you know that?" Rio sneered.
"The same way I know Zane told you in a public place
with multiple conversations in all directions," Gabrielle informed Rio.
"It is what I would have done. Likewise, I know he chose you, that you've
done horrible things that you have only told him about, because you would die
for him and he would die for you. Of greater relevance, you would keep your
"Tell me something," Rio popped the question as
they reached the door to the outside, "if you had a chance to seduce Zane
and not get caught, would you?" Gabrielle ushered Rio outside, locked her
door while keeping Rio constrained, then started across campus. She gave no
answer. Rio kept her smarmy mouth in check for an incredible thirty seconds.
"So, Basalt Buns," Rio snickered, "don't
your nipples get rubbed raw by that skin-tight clothing?" Gabrielle could
have been deaf for all she reacted, but several of the young women soaking up
the mid-Autumn sun and gentle breeze gulped and gasped.
"So, with all those does bending over and flashing
their panties, do you ever get wet? And if so, where does all that cunt juice
go?" Rio taunted, still nothing. Several girls sitting on the ground
tucked their skirts in tighter.
"If I give you a trainer vibrator, would you promise
to use it to deal with some of this pent-up aggression that makes you both
homicidal yet dangerously alluring?" Rio tried next. At this point, some
of the other girls surreptitiously raised their phones to capture what they
thought might be Rio's last moments.
"For the love of God, Tar Baby, say something,"
"You think you speak to illicit a response when, in
fact, you do so as a tool to sound people out," Gabrielle said with that
same seemingly emotionless voice. "You look for signs of courage, moral
sensitivity, and temper control while broadcasting your fearlessness and
experience in suffering pain."
"Fuck-nuts," Rio tried to grin over her
shoulder at Gabrielle, "when you open up, you are a chatty little
songbird. I think you and I are going to get along much better than I did with
"That is because Coach Gorman makes decisions based
upon morality and responsibility while I base my actions on expediency,"
"Does this mean I get to see you naked now?"
Rio smiled cheerfully. Gabrielle didn't respond. "How about I show you
mine and you show me yours?" she tried again, but Black was Teflon.
"Okay, what would you do if I offered you a lesbian six-way? Don't worry;
me and four friends could 'overpower' you and take you back to the Love Shack.
"We are here," Gabrielle responded, but really was
indicating their arrival at the Administration Building. Rio decided to be
quiet. Teasing Black among the girls was okay, but doing the same in front of
Gabrielle's peers seemed unfair to Rio, but she didn't know why.
"Ms. Revel, I need one minute of Doctor Scarlett's
time, please," Gabrielle requested in the same dead voice.
"What is the nature of this matter, Ms. Black,"
Ms. Revel requested in a polite tone that made Rio want to slap that 'oh so
civilized' mask off her face. Revel treated Rio and Zane like crap, okay, more
her than Zane, but hell, the woman had a cunt and that made her Zane's bitch,
Rio believed, even if he refused to believe it. Scratch that, even girls with
Revel made a quick call and then Gabrielle and Rio
crossed the threshold into Victoria Scarlett's office.
"Hello," Victoria looked up at the two.
"Undo that top button," Rio whispered, but was
clearly understood. "I, ah, I broke into Ms. Black's house. I was a bad
girl," Rio added in a louder voice.
"I apprehended Ms. Talon; we discussed the matter
and agreed upon the proper punishment," Black lied in a manner Rio prayed
she could emulate one day, as well as pierce. "Ms. Talon has agreed to
forgo a student appeal so she can put this matter behind us."
"Understood," Victoria nodded. "Oh, Rio,
Rio thought all of this was going a long fucking way to
create a cover story on the off chance that Cordelia or some other dork in the
Time Lord Mafia, Rio made a mental note to "Gibbs" slap Zane upside
the back of his head for giving those geeks what she thought was a cool name,
looked over some security feeds; then she noticed the two cameras covering the
Now Zane was going to get a nut-kick for being such a smart-ass,
and the worst kind of smart-ass , the ones who were right.
"Yeah, sure," Rio tried to reign in her
"Very good; Ms. Black, please carry on,"
Victoria returned to her work. Rio and Gabrielle had turned and taken two steps
toward the door when they heard, "Rio, why did you break in?"
"Well, Bible Black here has this choice selection of
thongs," Rio replied without hesitation as she and Black turned back to
face the Vice-Chancellor.
She'd once convinced an Arizona State Highway Patrolman
that half a pound of weed was for medicinal use because she was dying of
cancer. She'd even offered to let the patrolman pull off her punk-style wig
which, thankfully, he elected not to do because it was, of course, her real
"Why didn't you approach Ms. Black during breakfast
or at the end of Assembly to ask her what brand she uses and simply purchase
them?" Victoria persisted.
"I plead poverty and a terminal lack of common
"Wouldn't Zane take care of that for you?"
Victoria's gaze penetrated Rio and pissed her off.
"When your stud lover is doing a double stick,
that's bending you over and pumping you in the cunt in one stroke and up the
ass on the next until he spews his seed all over my back, asking him for money,
well, wouldn't that make me a whore?" Rio glowed with her perverse
challenge. "Are you offering to be my pimp?"
"Rio, next time go to Zane first," Victoria
stated confidently. "It is his God-given duty to protect and provide for
you. He is a good Christian man so put your trust in him."
"Excuse me," Rio made a gagging sound, "I
think I'm going to throw up. That is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever
heard. Club me over the head like a baby seal, beat me, spank me, bludgeon me
with your big titties, or smother me with that skanky twat, but please, please,
shut the fuck up," Rio snarled at Victoria.
"Go in God's Love, Rio," Victoria ignored Rio's
rant and went back to work. Gabrielle took Rio's arm and led her out of both
the office and the building.
"I do not understand what just happened in
there," Rio turned on Black but then realized she was staring at a human
"Go to class," Gabrielle directed her.
"Whatever," Rio groaned. She was in mid-step when
Gabrielle answered "Yes," then departed rapidly. It took Rio a minute
to figure out what Black was saying 'yes' to.
The Act of Betrayal
I'm kneeling close to the head of my bed while Paige is
on my lap, my cock wedged into her cunt and her arms wrapped around my neck,
her hands pressing my face and lips into hers. A combination of my hands
cupping her ass and my thighs and hips surging upward are giving Paige a very
Despite Paige's liquid readiness, there is not much of a
sloshing noise. Paige is so tight her vaginal walls act as a seal around my
cock to stop her fluids from cascading out. Any friction my rod may be going
through is more than compensated by the feeling of her nipples dragging up and
"That's it, love," Paige whispered in my ear.
"Remember this, remember me." I brought my hands up while still
humping her up with my hips. I reached her mid-back and pressed her into me,
then gyrated her breasts around, grinding her pebble-hard nipples deeper into
"I'll definitely remember the feel of this," I
said before kissing her once more. "But really, I don't need to look
farther than your eyes to know what I want to remember."
"Ah, umm," Paige began to slide toward her
orgasm. "Zane, I want this to be forever and I'm going to find a way. I
can't, oh, I love you, Zane!" The low rumbling deep within her body
increased in vibrancy as Paige reached her climax. I could feel that sonic
energy passing from her to me.
In her game plan was the belief that a combination of
good sex and companionship for two years without Christina would lead to us
being 'the couple'. I tried not to encourage her but I also valued her counsel
and her friendship. I remained in a sitting position to keep Paige
breathtakingly close. My still hard cock rested deeply inside Paige's cunt
until it finally calmed down and we began gathering for the showers.
"Bro, can I have a minute?" Rio called out.
"Sure," I said. After the last of my other bed
buddies left, I reached out and yanked Rio toward me.
"Hey, now, as bizarre as it is for me to say this, I
want to talk," Rio laughed. I waited.
"Zane, this is beyond insane; you realize that
"Sadly, my life is so unhinged I'm going to have to
ask you to clarify what you mean," I sighed.
"The number of girls in this bed," Rio sat up
and huffed. "These have hardly been my first three-ways but these are the
first ones I orchestrated, controlled. Before coming here, I was renowned for
my free-ways, by the way."
"Three-ways," I corrected Rio.
"No," she chuckled bitterly, "by the time
my old crowd was done with me, I had been used like a free-way."
"And Mercy?" I questioned.
"I'll get back to her but let me make my first
point; you get all these different girls to come to your bed," she smiled,
"and they spend most of their time talking to each other, with the
occasional awesome sex," she tossed me a bone.
"Those are called relationships," I teased Rio.
"Technically, if you seek out a person on more than one occasion, you have
a relationship. Several of the ladies with us tonight have been with you
several times, indicating they want a relationship with you."
"None of that shit would be happening without
"I don't deny it; I have opened the door but I
haven't thrown anyone at you either," I grinned. "Face it, when you
let down your guard and don't act too crazy, people like you, Rio. As a girl,
you are a pain; as a friend, you are wonderful. Case in point, Valarie didn't
beat you black and blue."
"Dude, you called her off of me," Rio pointed
"Do you seriously think that someone with Valarie's
developed survival instincts wouldn't have cut you lose unless she thought you
had something worthwhile?" I countered. Rio had to think that one over. I
figured I had won when she changed the subject.
"I need some money," Rio mumbled.
"How much? It may take me a few days to finagle it
from my Trust if it is a lot," I answered.
"I love you," Rio said after a moment.
"You are a nut. You are not even asking me what it is for."
"Rio, I'd kill for you; I'd break you out of prison
if I had to. Compared to that, I think I can soak up a financial hit," I
promised. "You will always be worth it to me."
"Oh", another long pause.
"We both need a shower, Bro," I prodded.
"I want to get, well, I'm thinking about," she
took a deep breath, "looking for a ring."
"For Mercy?" I sat up, startled. "Rio, are
you sure? I mean, you haven't known her a month yet. Don't you think you are
"I've been crazy horny, crazy in love, and plain
crazy about her, Zane," Rio moaned.
The very fact that Rio hadn't bitten my head off for
giving her grief told me how bad this thing was.
"Honestly," she looked into my eyes, pleading
that her explanation would bring understanding to us both, "it was Vivian
who got Mercy and I to talk about normal, non-sex, stuff."
"I showed her some of my piercings, she showed me
stuff about her high school, her old friends, movies she liked. If I hear the
name Mandy Moore one more Goddamn time, I'll ram my pinkies through my
eardrums," she swore, "and she listened to some of my music and
"Love doesn't make a marriage; liking your partner
does," I chuckled. "Mom told me so."
"Wait, you aren't trying to talk me out of
"Nope. She loves you and I think she has come to
accept that you are going to emotionally hurt her from time to time," I
nodded, "and if you can wrap your mind around holding up your side of a
commitment, then I'm there for you."
"Oh, you bitch!" Rio punched me. "Put all
the responsibility on me."
"Duh," I joked. "Nose ring, ring finger,
or collar and leash, Mercy would never ask you for any of those so if she ends
up with one or all of those, it will be by your will alone."
"Fine, I'll do it," Rio perked up. "It is
the right thing to do but I'm falling in lust with the idea of that nose ring,
though her leash is already on the way."
"Leash: planning on a little bedtime rodeo?" I
"No. I'm going to make use of it on the entire
floor, plus whenever we go to town," Rio giggled.
"R-E-S-T-R-A-I-N-T," I spelled out the word.
"I'm going to find a dictionary and have you memorize the meaning,
"What are you talking about?" Rio batted her
lashes at me sarcastically. "I'm all for restraints."
"Come on," I shook my head and scooted toward
the edge of the bed, Rio right behind me. "At some point Mercy is going to
have to go back to her hometown and her family. She's going to be alone, and if
any of this alternative crap comes up, I doubt anyone close by is going to be
"I don't want to give her back to those assholes,
Zane," Rio grumbled. I handed her a towel before we headed out.
"She's not a toy or a pet," I said. "You
can't take her family away from her. She's going to have to decide how she is
going to deal with them. One day I hope she's honest with them about her
choices and about you. Then it is on them whether they remember she's still the
woman they loved for twenty years. Rio, it is her decision to make and you have
to trust her to be strong enough to do what is right for her." I took in
Rio with my stare. "It would be a mistake to do it now, but when you two
are stronger and she's much, much closer to graduation, she needs to make her
"Fuck that," growled Rio. "I want her to
choose to stay with me forever. Failing that, I want to know if I can keep her
tied up in your room for the next three years."
"You have got to let her parents cut those ties; if
they can't deal," I reminded Rio, "then it isn't your weight to bear
anymore and Mercy won't hold it against you. That is the same reason you will
go home when you are ready; when you can make your parents own up to what they
did. Until you deal with that, you won't totally trust Mercy, me, or
"You are a real cocksucker; I would have loved your
Mother and I wish she had been my mom instead so I could have been a college queen
bee like Christina with a smoking car and a steamier boyfriend," Rio's
eyes danced with mischief and understanding. "You are such a fucking
deviant; I don't know how you sleep at night. You convinced me that I need to
slow down a bit with my annoying bang-bunny until I deal with some of my
luggage/baggage/mind-fucking myself , and you tried to trick me into
thinking it was my idea. I love you," she hugged me.
"I sleep on my back with one eye open because it's
not in your nature to miss a chance to pay me back, for good or ill, and that
could make sitting down rather painful," I winked.
"Ya big baby," Rio laughed. "I'll get Hope
to lay you out for me, then playtime!"
"Rio, do you have any idea of the recovery time
you'd go through, healing up from the beat-down Hope would inflict?" I
"I love nurses," Rio snickered. "Tell them
you have belly itch, then you trick them to go lower and lower."
"Why don't you do it yourself?" I wondered.
"Bro, every time I've been in a hospital, my wrists
have been strapped down. I wouldn't know any other way, it would be
unnatural," Rio poked me. "Stick me back in; I'll be fine."
"Try asking for something I believe you want, ya
nut," I shoved her playfully. "You are the least likely person I know
to submit to bondage. If it is any consolation, you are the person I am most
likely to believe would put another in a hospital."
"Oh, Motherfucker," Rio grimaced, "Belle
is going to 'start my training' this Saturday. Hospitalization is a real
At this moment, we passed into the fifth-floor showers
and met my bevy of female companions. Mercy waited patiently for her lover,
standing straighter and thrusting out her chest when Rio came into view.
"Are you waiting for me to wash your back?" Rio
greeted Mercy rather congenially. Mercy thought about the game Rio was playing
"How clever of you," Rio congratulated Mercy.
"Let's get in a stall and I'll be Airport Security Guard and you get to be
Cartel Drug Mule; that sounds like Body Cavity Search Time to me." Mercy
gleefully scampered to stay by Rio's side. 'No Rio', I thought, 'this is going
to be a colossally important thing; you and her, and how Mercy deals with what
comes next.' Rio had the subtlety of a hurricane, the speed of a tornado, and
the capacity for devastation to match them both.
"Hey, Slugger," Opal pulled me into her shower
spray. "You seem positively conscious this morning. Did they kick you
under your bed and forget where they placed you when Fun Time began?"
"Just for that," I threatened, I snatched up
Opal by each of her athletically sculpted ass cheek and pulled her up so that
when she wrapped her legs around me, they were right below my ribcage.
"Oh, oh, ah," Opal rumbled in satisfaction as I
began to rapidly switch from feasting on one breast to the other. "I'm
going to remember that teasing you in the morning gets me major satis --"
she gulped because my cock had just pierced her outer cunt lips and I was
pulling her up and down to drive it from the base of her cunt until my shaft
was grinding up and down her clit.
"Damn," Opal muttered, "I'm not going to
finish out this semester a virgin." That wasn't what I expected and I
really should have expected what came next. Vivian stepped up and slapped me on
the back of my head, aka a Jethro "Gibbs" style slap. Before long,
I'm going to start calling her 'Boss'.
"Repeat after me; I will respect Opal's
virginity," Vivian commanded me, "or I will find myself praying on my
knees an extra hour every day until the end of time." I could handle a
little extra personal prayer time. Putting Vivian on her knees, mind out of the
gutter, for an extra hour every day was inhuman, it was insidious, it was
"Damn it, Vivian," Brandi complained,
"you've barely started showering with us and you are already proving to be
no fun." Vivian exhibited to me once again she would make a wonderful
mother. She stepped up to Brandi and smacked her on the back of her head too.
"Zane is not here for your amusement," Vivian
lectured. "If you are dead-set on repudiating your Purity Pledge, give it
some deliberation, then put your thoughts into writing and give it to your
Spiritual Advisor. You shouldn't lose your virginity simply because Zane rubs
his cock over your, sexual region."
"Actually, Vivian, that is exactly how it
happens," Barbie Lynn teased from down the line, "A man's cock rubs
along a woman's cunt lips and momentum takes over, or so I've been told."
"Don't worry, ladies," Rio laughed. "Zane
is hung like a termite. Real men are much, much bigger." Several girls
were frightfully curious about the veracity of that declaration. The internet
said one thing but Rio was an honest to God whore (or so many believed).
"Think about who said what," Valarie snorted.
"Would you rather believe Rio or a warning found in a bathroom
stall?" That brought some laughter. "Besides, it wasn't too long ago
Rio was calling Zane a gerbil right before he pounded her so hard she developed
temporary paralysis in the lower half of her body."
"That's a bold-faced lie!" Rio shouted. "I
could still wiggle my toes." Next to her, Mercy gave a start. "I
swear by the WM Dees of George W. Bush, Senorita, you're smuggling a dwarf up
there somewhere and I'm going to find him." Mercy hiccupped and I could
swear she began whispering 'hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off, '
"Come with me, Zane," Iona tugged on me.
"Put Opal down; you need to shower before your time runs out."
Three people could get me to put Opal down; Opal, of
course, Vivian (she's my matronly authority), and Iona. I put Opal down with
some reluctance on both our parts before following Iona to the end of the line
and going it alone. It certainly got me back to my room on time but I missed
I had a lot on my plate, both friend-wise and
scholastically, so I was grateful that Iona hurriedly pulled out some clothes
and shoes for me. She blew me a kiss, clutched her wrapped towel tight to her
chest, and scampered off. Of all my favorite female companions, she was the only
one left who hadn't moved in.
I learned this when Valarie and Vivian opened up one of
my wardrobes, dropped their towels, and began taking out shirts. Apparently I'm
easily amused because my concentration on dressing slipped when they bent over
in tandem to pick out some shoes at the bottom of the wooden cupboard. Only the
naked beauty of Barbie Lynn sashaying blithely between them and me let my mind
Firm asses, cutting the perfect contours above and around
two succulent and moist sets of cunt lips; I am hopelessly addicted to female
anatomy. The action of pulling my underwear up collided with the vision of
Paige's journey past me, causing me to think 'Paige moved in, when?' Better
yet, she began raiding Rio's stuff.
"Ah, you don't want to do that," I cautioned
her. She turned and wiggled her panty-covered ass my way. She had on a new
brand, not a new pair but a whole new type, so sheer that it looked like I was
viewing her naked ass through a light fog. "Nice, um, underwear."
"When Barbie Lynn was getting some from that shop
downtown I decided to have her pick me up some but sadly," she moped,
"all the beige were gone in my size." Paige smiled and pulled out a
pair of white hose and garters. "Rio said I could use these if I was her,
what was the term, 'Spank Monkey' for one night this weekend."
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I chose Life!
I quickly got dressed and fled to the first floor before the blood loss to my
cock caused me to permanently revert to a 9th grader. It is not lost on me that
in Macho Man (Randy Savage) world, I have just been chased from my room by some
barely-clad babes. If this was the sole snapshot of my life, I would look so
gay; not a transgender or cross-dresser, though. I would rock as either one of
It was not lost on me that I was missing prime exercise
time but I wasn't going back to my room. Okay, I wasn't going back to my room
and eating breakfast. Okay, I wasn't going back to my room and engaging in a
three-way, which would imply eating, just not breakfast. I jogged across campus
instead. Technically, curfew was still in force but since I was running away
from women, campus security decided to leave me alone.
At the gym I slipped into Karate bottoms and did some of
the resistance techniques that were my staple. Coach Gorman arrived moments
after I came out of the locker room and laughed at me in that oh-so-superior 'I
told you so' manner, damn it. We never exchanged a word and I was gone with ten
Head of Security Gabrielle Black walked past me as I made
my way to the Dining Hall. It took me a second to work out the geography and
physics to come to the conclusion that she'd been with me in the gym all along,
I simply hadn't seen her. By the look of her hair, she'd been working out too.
"What?" I groused as I ran to catch up with
her. "Were you up in the ceiling?" She didn't even break stride and
she certainly didn't answer. "Damn, am I going to have to study the angles
of the cameras to figure out where you were?" I persisted, and then she
"The cameras are on a mobile diagram pattern and you
will get hurt trying to figure that out so I will compromise; I was there, and
I will slap you with groundskeeper duties for the next five Saturdays if you go
looking into this any further," Gabrielle told me.
That was Gabrielle and compromise; do what I say and I'll
give you a treat; if you don't, I'll hurt you. Not that she was likely to have
offspring this side of a cloning experiment, but if she did, I'd feel sorry for
the little ones. I'd never help them because I don't willing seek pain for no
gain, but I'd feel very sorry from a distance.
To be continued in part 27, By FinalStand for Literotica.
